All language subtitles for The Professionals - 4x08 - Blood Sports

Three goals to two.

In this third shaka, here at
the lawns, beautiful weather,

and it's South America
very much on the attack.

It's Nick Gonzalo, and the ball's loose.

Nearside backhander by Francesco
Cabreras. Cabreras on the ball,

nearside backhander again. South
America gets up to his number two.

That's Nick Gonzalo.

Nick Gonzalo just doesn't
get the shot he hoped for.

Under the deck by Nick Gonzalo. Nearside
backhander defense is shot by Julian David.

And it's England trying
to turn the game now.

But it's a lovely full shot by
the number four from South America.

It's over it, and it's still in front
of goal. But England turn the game,

England trying to clear the ball away,
and it's run over the goal line for a hit.

And it'll be Ronald Deverell coming
round the ball on the goal line to a drive.

Oh, Gonzalo on the ball now.

But it's Ronald Devereux. Good
shot by Devereux for South America.

Coming in now. Ball travels.

But it's Francesa Cabreras on the
ball for South America, the white shirt.

Cabreras again. Going for the hook.
It's hard-ridden by David Julian.

But, uh, Cabrera's trying to get round,
gets on his ball again now. Service shot,

he's overridden the ball.

England trying to get possession. Sam
Howard gets the ball now, over Cabrera's.

Looks injured, leaning over his horse now.

Cabrera's coming to the side of the
ground, only taking towards the pony lines.

The whistle stopped, came across,
down past the commercial store.

He's lying flat on the ground now.

That's incredible. That came really fast.

Wallah.

It's getting boring.

Shut it!

4-5, your place, over.
Doyle, where are you?

Watching cricket, sir. Cricket? What
the devil are you doing watching cricket?

Well, it's quite a popular sport, sir.

I know that, Doyle. Where are you
watching? And where is Bodie? Loughlin.

Bodie's playing for his old mob.

Hey, Bodie's just scored another four.

It's against Met Police, is it? Well,
it's a pity you weren't watching Polo.

Francesco Cabreras, son of
the president of San Ibraes,

has been assassinated
on the field at Highley.

I want you both out
here, fast. On our way, out.

I'm three away from a century, and
you're gonna blow the whistle on me. Okay!

You think if I told Cowley
that, he'd have... Yeah, right.

This could rear us, kid.

Is he the one in all the gossips?

Yeah. 19, still wet behind the ears.

They can't get to the
dictator, so they shoot the kids.

Maybe they should try democracy.

A present for you and your friend, Sherry.

I just happened to notice.

I thought, rock star, people like that.

Or people who wanted
people to think that, you know?

Yes, yes, an attention getter.

Yes.

It's silly, really. I mean,
how can they see out of them?

Tinted windows.

Oh, they can see
perfectly well, excuse me.

Not much doubt about it. It's got to be
the light blue coupe. The question is,

where would they ditch it?

Nobody's going to drive around in
a car that hot. Some kids saw it.

Got half the registration
number, sir. Which half?

Back half. Where to start? You're
right. They'd have to ditch it fast.

The local boys are
covering a 12-mile radius.

The counties are picking up the overlaps.

Service area off a
motorway. Oh, great. Think

of the possibilities. Right, on your way.

Thank you, Mrs. Davis. I
think we have all the details.

Girlfriend?

No, stepsister. The
consulate got hold of her.

Nice looking. Yeah.

But under the circumstances. No toy.

Didn't even get a cucumber sandwich.

Excuse me. Ms. Cabrera's
Cowley CI5. My condolences.

A terrible tragedy.

Now they strike out.

At home, nothing. But
here, everything is possible.

It might seem that way.

It is that way.

Francisco has been killed.

And we will seek out his killer.

That won't bring him back.

– Haven't tried the doors, have
you? – No, sir, told to stay off.

– Bomb squad coming? –
Told to wait for you boys.

Oh, great. – Anything? – No, nothing yet.

– Oh, yeah, we got one. –
All right, get them back.

I think that little zip-wrap packet's
got more smoke lusht in it, don't you?

Jack it up? We can try.

Francisco was staying
with you, Miss Cabrera.

No, he was staying at
Claridge's with Senor Ochoa. Oh?

My apartment is not suitable.

But you saw him on this trip?

We had dinner with some
of the team last night.

It was a wonderful evening.

How long have you been
over here, Miss Cabrero?

Three years.

At London University?

Yes, a doctorate in philosophy.

And then back to Sani Rez?

Perhaps.

Bit more.

Bit more.

Bit.

Stop.

All right. Up. Keep going.

How's it going? Bit more. Nearly there.

Don't tread on it.

Okay.

Oh, the bomb squad. Oh,
they will be pleased.

I don't do it anymore.

I don't need to.

Your wife's on the game, is she?

Better than that.

Divorced.

She's married money and I'm home free.

Stuff in there.

What happened to that young
kid, the Evel Knievel bit?

The one who did his leg
in? Did his leg in? Yeah.

Oh, the fair-haired one, Norman.

God knows.

Come on, known associates.

You stood in the dock together
not long ago. Quashed on a pier.

Hardly know him. Good wheel man, so
they tell me. With a dodgy leg? Yeah.

He should have stuck
to what he was good at.

The glamorous show, Viz.

Evil Knievel. Yeah, he
could still lift the odd

motor, though, couldn't
he? Ready him up a bit.

Possibly.

I don't think anyone
would bother with him.

Yeah, well, someone did. We
found his prints on one yesterday.

Well, prints. Half a print.

But enough.

See, it's all very well
driving with gloves on,

but when it comes to playing
a tune on the engine, well,

you might think that you've wiped all
the prints off, but it's unfortunate.

Yeah, you just done a very
nasty job, that. Very nasty.

Oh, don't tell him we're looking for him.

We don't like a lot of help.

Leave it out. The man's retired.

He might get a job on some dodgums
at a funfair, and that's about it.

He still uses his hands, can't he?

He has done. Not for me, he hasn't.

I told you, he's
finished. His nerve's gone.

If he ever had any.

Man's got to eat, though, isn't he?

Well, that is a
comfort, coming from you lot.

Four-five. Your friend, the
car dealer, took it beautifully.

What, his phone or the
box on the corner? Over.

The box.

Had to be.

Number at this address, 21
Sunderland Mansions, Booker Street.

No, well, sir, very salubrious area.

Over.

In northern districts, the rain will
become heavy during the afternoon evening.

Straight from the bank
teller. No currency restrictions.

This is quite a payoff.

Yeah, not bad for stealing a
car. Took it Friday night in Soho.

Kept it under wraps for
36 hours and tuned it up.

Yeah, good money.

Except that I got him killed.

If what the Cabrera's girl says is right,

this is money from the
Moretus Fighting Fund

to PR hoodlums to do their work for them.

The Moretus? No terrorist group.

The island's a riddle with them.

What's it like, this Sanibras?

Oh, the haves have it all, and the
peasants have what they stand up in.

How did the president take
the news? His security chief's

coming over. Oh, great.
That'll be a big help.

Found the Volkswagen.

Practically tripped over it. It was
in a garage under some flats. Prince?

No, I doubt it. The wheel's
as clean as a whistle. Stella?

No, straight cast job.
Didn't even change a place.

Bye.

A girl. They say she's blonde,
pretty, but instantly forgettable.

Been another killing.

Dacartes?

Yeah, he was just a kid too.

He was a mercenary.

He took their money.

Whoever they are.

They call themselves revolutionaries.

Fighting their battles on our soil.

When are you leaving, Miss Cabreras?

For the funeral? I'm not.

I've said my farewells.

Won't you be missed?

That, I'm afraid, Captain
Hidalgo, is where the trail ended.

And do you intend to leave it there?

The list of suspect expatriates you
provided will be thoroughly investigated.

They work hand in hand, these dissidents.

No.

They do each other's dirty work. Our
record against the various dissidents,

as you call them, is quite good.

The President is well aware of that.

I was a wee bit surprised
to learn that Miss Cabreras

was not returning home for the funeral.

Anita will do as she pleases.

Our poor little rich girl
was always somewhat wayward.

She made a rather unfortunate
marriage, I understand. Unfortunate?

She was never a great favorite of
the president, but she was, after all,

his stepdaughter, and he
tried to be a father to her.

Who was her real father?

He died some years ago, a man of good
family. One of the ruling families? Yes.

What happened to Anita's marriage?

The husband was one of
these poolside Adonises.

She saw through him
eventually. The marriage was dissolved,

but not without some unfortunate
publicity. And Anita's mother?

Despairs of her.

According to the maitre d', he's an
honourable. You're right, honourable.

I'll bet he is, Richardson.

Nigel, would you believe?

Yeah, I would.

What's that? I don't
know, mate. You ordered it.

Records think I'm mad, you
know, asking for a two-five on him.

He's a well-known Debs
delight. The original Hooray Henry.

Probably thinks Latin America's
a place where you speak Latin.

Well, it is, isn't it?

I think we can leave
this to one of the juniors.

Yeah, so do I. Come on, cuff up.

Let's get a bite to eat, shall we? Hey,

why don't we give this
place a little whirl, shall

we? A nice discreet table, shall we? Eh?

On expenses? Yeah, why not?
Joking, Cali'll kill you.

No, it's not good enough for you, mate.

Now, I see half a pound
of broiled minced beef,

sesame buns, sliced
onion, assorted relishes.

Tweet on the premises or take away? Take
away. Good game on the books. You're on.

Keep the change.

Hi.

Hi.

Mr Doyle.

Ray.

Ray Doyle.

Ray.

And to what do I owe this pleasure?

Ray.

Concern.

About what? Your safety.

Oh, I see.

Well, I've been here quite a while,
and no one's shown any concern before.

That was before
Francisco was killed. Now, I

suppose they came
after you, Miss Cabreros.

Anita.

Anita, yeah.

Tis a possibility.

Yes.

Of course we did the
grand tour, jet style.

And of course I was
finished off, Geneva and Paris.

Paris for the flowers and place settings.

And then I did it all
again later, when I married.

That was quite a
celebrated affair, wasn't it?

If only it had been an
affair, just an affair.

A rough ride.

Very.

What happened to him?

Ramos?

Selling Japanese cars to the
Argentinians. He bought the concession.

Not bad for a beach bum.

Yeah, where did he get the
money from? Has he paid off?

I paid him off.

Of course, he squandered a lot of it,
casinos, the ladies, but he bounced back.

You know what his name is?

No.

Fortuno.

Ramos de Fortuno.

And I provided the fortune.

You use your stepfather's name.

Oh, that's normal enough.

I didn't particularly wish to go on
being known as La Senora di Fortuna.

Yeah, but not your own father's name.

He was quite a hero, wasn't he?

How do you know that?

Just, uh, normal inquiries.

But who would tell you that?

So, my father, the
liberal, the man of the people.

There's a statue of him in the main
square. The president unveiled it.

Oh, I loved him, of course.

And his name is respected,
more so with the passage of time.

Mr. Doyle.

Ray, truthfully, my father was
not such a great libertarian.

He would be cross at any such suggestion.

Cross at being a hero?

My father was an aristocrat. They tend
to assume heroism. He was a gentleman,

a concerned person, but not with
matters like equality, socialism.

How about human rights?

Women's lib, no?

A little before his time. There's no
such thing as women's lib in my country.

Of course, at our, my level, by
right of birth, position, but even then,

despite the wealth, we
are kept in our place.

So why don't you go back?

I will.

In time?

With your doctorate in philosophy.

Yes.

And will you be into human rights?

I shall do what I can.

Is that why you don't believe you
could be on any assassination list?

No.

I might be.

You might be right.

I'm now under a bed, okay?

Did you get all that?

Oh, someone should. I'm
choking to death here.

Bedside phone.

Excellent.

Well done.

Record player.

Now.

Tape deck. Drive.

Well, hello, and how's
your day making out?

Oh, not too exerting.
What are you doing later?

I don't know.

Fancy a game of squash?

Yeah, maybe. Early-ish, though.

Why, you got something on?

I'm not sure yet. There's a
Buñuel movie on at the Academy.

Oh, yeah.

Going Alone.

Well, I might be. How do you
make out with the Cabrera school?

Oh, that's a very tricky case. It
could take up a lot of my time, you know.

Does the boyfriend know?

The right honourable jerk.

No, the French one.

What French one?

Well, I think he's French, you know.
He's talking French, all that mon amour.

He's in there now.

Where are you?

In the buggy-boo.

Yeah, whereabouts in the buggy-boo?

Porter Street.

Around the corner from the lady.

I'm joining you, friend.

Creep.

I just wondered. Didn't want
you being cuckolded, that's all.

What time's your Bunuel movie starting?

You think you'll make it?

All right, all right.

What's happening?

Not a lot at the moment.

Oh, relax. You turned him down.

So soon after the bereavement, you know.

What'll you make of it? I'll have to
brush up on my French mate. Sounds smooth,

though. Mind you, for French mates, the
fat stock prices sounds amorous, doesn't it?

Hey, switch it through.

Kitchen.

Kettle lid.

Clean the kettle.

How cosy. I've just been buying her
lunch. Expenses. I had to buy me own.

You wanna hear row one?

Has anybody seen him go in?

That's a block of flats.

118? 9-3.

Man living via fire
escape. On second floor.

Heading for street.

Should be in view.

Now. Over.

118, clean jacket, black trousers.

Check.

118, this is 45.

Where are you headed? Over. Over.

Okay, stay with him.
Has he got wheels? Over.

Taxi. Licence plate Lima Sierra X-Ray
32 Sierra. Hackney carriage plate 6013.

Over.

Yeah, okay, we've got that. Stay with
him. I'll do an overlap. We'll find out.

Frenchman crept out on us.

Speedy Gonzales.

Four, five, three, seven.

Three, seven.

We better send that roll to the
voice lab, check on the accent, over.

Oh, what a good idea. Oi.

Sign that, will you?

On its way. Out.

Twice.

Yeah. Yeah.

You were laming. You give me this
phony line about concern for my safety,

and your friends are
bugging my apartment and prying

into my personal life in a disgusting way.

Where is it? Where is it?

How dare you?

How dare you do this to me?

For your protection.

Protection?

You call it protection to snoop on me?

Wait a minute. Look, you
don't have to smash the place up.

Look, you're going to have
to live with this, you know.

Live with this.

You think I can live here after this?

After you and your grubby
little men have crawled all over it?

My God, I'd rather live in a tent than
a hovel and put up with this invasion.

If you'll just calm
down and stay in one place

for long enough, I'll find them for you.

I'll take them out.

All right.

Find them.

All of them.

And the rest.

I want all of them.

All.

Now you don't know where they
are. You pretend. All right.

Yeah.

The others?

Where are the others?

There are four of them.

Well, where are they?

That's government property. My
boss isn't going to like this.

And my embassy is not going to like this.

Your embassy is very interested
in the capture of the man or woman

or murder person who have
ever shot your poor stepbrother.

And so am I. How dare you trick me
with all that rubbish about your concern.

Concern for my safety
while all the time you...

We are still concerned with your safety.

Good evening, sir. Good evening, Doyle.

Miss Cabreras.

Dios mio, esta gente.

Miss Cabreras is very
distressed about what she considers

to be an unwarranted
intrusion on our privacy.

Intrusion?

Yes, yes, Miss Cabreras.

I know how you must feel about
all this, but it was necessary.

Necessary?

Necessary to establish
that I'm a normal person.

Necessary to establish that at
my age I actually have a lover.

Your lover, Commissioner Lacoste.

Lacoste?

Yes, René Lacoste.

That's not his name.

The man who was here
this afternoon was Pepe.

Fierro.

Is this Mr Fierro?

Yes.

That's Pepe.

René.

René Lacoste, aged 26,
born in the Basque region

of France, in Le Suber, near Bayonne.

A known sympathiser with
the separatist movement,

with dubious connections in
Italy and Germany, both in...

But why shouldn't he be a
sympathiser with the separatists?

That doesn't make him an activist.

Both in politics and in
the trafficking of drugs.

So he smokes pot.

No, his name is not Pepe Fierro.

And his drug connections are
somewhat harder than marijuana.

So, you removed the bugs for him, eh?

That's right.

Cowley okayed up.

More or less?

More or less.

In a sense. In what sense?

Well, I didn't actually
remove them. I replaced them.

Well, that accounts for
it, then. Accounts for what?

Why she didn't sleep very well last night.

On her own, of course.

Yes, she was pacing
about, tossing and turning.

Received a couple of calls, too. One
about midnight, the other one 1 o'clock.

Didn't answer, though. I wonder why.

I'm not going to ask her that.
I don't think you should, mate.

She might try and wrap a lamppost
round your neck. Spirit of your girl.

She's got a lot of spirit. Yeah,
thoroughbred. Highly strong. Takes some holding.

Like a polo pony, you
know, quick on the turn.

Yeah, they're very
sensitive to the bit, aren't they?

You'd better hurry, mate. School's out.

What does she have for breakfast?

Uh, sounded like cereal.

Yeah, you snap, crackle and pop.

I shall see you tomorrow, OK?

Well?

Yeah, very well, thank you.

What do you want?

Your friend contacted you, yeah?

No.

Well, if he does, he will call us.

I said I would.

I called you last night.

No reply.

I switched the phone off. I'd had
enough conversation for one day.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Listen, there are certain aspects of my
job I'm not entirely happy with, you know.

I can imagine.

Can you?

I wonder if you can.

We do have secret police in my country.

Not the same.

In the name of democracy? Oh,

there are some quite dubious
people's democracies around.

Yeah, and they all have
different ideas of what's civilised.

You should take up philosophy.

Only if I can sit next to you.

You going to buy me another sandwich?

I'll do better than that.

No, a sandwich will do.

Got another lecture.

Plastic wrappers on plastic sandwiches.

Could have done better.

That's what the headmistress put on
my report at Rodine. Could do better.

Was she right?

Possibly.

It's a question of values.

I wish... I wish our meetings could be
brought about by happier circumstances.

Yeah, so do I. Listen, if
Renée contacts you again,

you've got to go through with this.

I know.

It's hard to believe anyone
could be so cold-blooded, so cruel.

Do I have to use you just to
get to your stepbrother? No.

Renée's fighting a war.

Francisco is an enemy, a class enemy.

If he surfaces again, we'll
nominate another candidate,

somebody he won't be able to resist.

All right.

Good.

Hi. Hi. Who's the English guy? English?

Someone I met. Interesting.

Ran into Pepito last night. Oh, hi. V,
hi. Money to burn, if you know what I mean.

Where? Hamstead and Points North.

You still seeing him?

Yes. What do you do with
your leftovers? Do a meatloaf?

Thank you.

Hello, you're very punctual.

If I'm going to be investigated, I
might as well be with the investigator.

I thought you'd got over
that. Did you bring a note?

You mean you haven't read it?

You agreed to help. I
know. It doesn't say a lot.

Do you read French?

Annie knows how to turn on the
charm. Do you mind if I keep this?

Do you mind if I have a drink?

I'm sorry. There's somebody
I want you to say hello to.

Raoul!

Hello, Annie. You're old friends?

We know each other well.

Quite well.

So sad we see so little of you nowadays.

Captain Hidalgo has agreed to give
the Meretos some target practice.

But she could be killed.

So could you, if you agree to cooperate.

How long is he staying?

A week.

What's he doing here?

Shopping for defense
equipment. Who's attacking?

The people.

Naturally.

I like the look of the lady.

Such a waste.

Waste?

It's an expression which used to be
popular with the CIA. To waste is to expend.

That'll up the price. Just take
care of him and leave the rest to me.

104 to Control.

All clear at the house.

98 to Control. We're on our way.

Message received, Control. 45 out.

3-7-12, Alpha 1, birdies left the nest.

Oh, yes, that'll do nicely.

Thank you. 45 to 77. Yes, 45.

What have you got?

All cars accounted for. 45
to 94, what have you got?

They're all very tranquil, 45. Over.

Punch out.

Not bad.

45 to 93. Where those horses come from?

Frampton Stables.

All checked out.

OK, roger, 93. 45 out.

Nice one.

Nothing wrong with your reflexes.

Gin and tonic on the
knee? Otherwise, fine.

4-5 to base, over.

Base to 4-5, go ahead.

Run a fast check on an
orange BMW, index number

Delta Tango Whiskey 754 Tango. 4-5 over.

6-3, it's an orange BMW.
They're going to overtake you soon.

There's a woman driving it.

Stay with her, but well behind. 4-5
over. Roger, 4-5. 4-5 to Golfers.

Concentrate on the
south-east section. 4-5 over.

Bend his shot a little to
the right, will you? Will do.

Football now?

The Cabrera's girl called in. She
thinks Lacoste has appeared near the house.

Oh, beautiful. That's all we need.

Nine-foot golfers,
client sighted, dead ahead.

Okay, we're on, fellas.

Let's go on a routine.

How long? Seconds. Ten
at most. All right, go!

Where do you want it, front or back?

The bullet.

How do you want it?

Are you making out?

There it is.

Beauty.

And don't go stamping on that one,
please. I'm in enough trouble as it is.

Can't I keep it as a souvenir?

Oh.

I can see I'm going to
have to work on you.

That's the fastest fast
food delivery I've ever known.

Good evening, Ms. Cabrera.

May we come in?

Of course.

Major Cowley, Mr. Bodie.

Michel Lacoste is as
well as can be expected,

and Captain Hidalgo is
returning to Sanibres tonight.

There's just one loose end.

Yes, some equipment that we
neglected to remove, if you'll permit me.

Bodie, the matter is well in hand.

Good evening, Doyle.

I understood you'd gone
off duty. I had, sir.

I was exercising public relations.

Well done, Doyle.

I always approve of the personal touch.

Come on, Bodhi, there's a
very good pub just round

the corner for here.
Good night, Miss Cabreros.

Good night, Major.

Oh, Doyle, don't... Don't be
late in the morning, yes, sir.

No.

Don't forget to return the
equipment is under your signature.