All language subtitles for The Professionals - 5x03 - Youll Be All Right

It's Suki. Suki's dead.
Oh, no. She was killed.

Somebody killed her.

We'll get another one. I promise you
we'll get another. Don't worry, darling.

You haven't got your
nice new little kitten, OK?

Off you go, love.

We'll talk about it when you get home, OK?

What's all the yelling about, babe?

The cat.

The cat's dead.

Oh, bloody cats. What, run over or what?

This was shoved through the door,
and Suki was dumped on the doorstep.

One, two, three, four, five.

You'll be all right.

You'll have something to
remember, a lot to remember.

One, two, three, four, five.

But you'll be all right.

What are we going to do, Jack?

I'll walk tonight.

I'll make a phone call.

Who?

Doyle.

Got a caller who won't give his name.

What do you mean he won't give
his name? Tell him to go to hell,

it's the middle of the night. He
says to tell you, the Maiden Lane job.

The Maiden Lane job.

All right, put him on.

Who's this? Stone, Jack Stone. Oh,
come on, what is this, some kind of gag?

No, it's me.

Look, I can prove it.

You collared me on that dog track job.

Couldn't make it stick. Held me way
over the limit without seeing me lawyer.

But I wriggled out of it.

Put a trace on number one, quick.

It's me, Doyle, Stone.

Yeah, all right, Jack, it's you. When
you're out of your head, where are you?

I'm coming to that. Look,

I'll give myself up to you if
you would do something for me.

Come, my bandit, and God knows what.

I'll be at my place.

Springfield Road, you know it.

Well, you should do. You turned it
over often enough in the old days.

Yeah, I know it, Jack. It's going back
a bit. Look, I'll find it, all right?

Listen, don't come round
the front or the game's up.

There's some allotments round the back.

Can you come in on a
quiet, round about daylight?

It's damn near dawn already.

Yeah, all right, I'll find it.
I'd given you up for dead, mate.

Yeah, I might have been better
off all round if I was. Hello?

Yeah, shake Bodie out of
his reverie, will you?

Tell him I'll pick him up in ten minutes.

Hello, Jack.

He's in there.

Hello, Jack. Where'd you spring from?

All over the place.

What's that in the garden? Not the loot,
is it? Eight-month-old pup, kid's dog.

How long you been here?

What's the difference?

Difference? A lot of people looking
for you, mate. Australia, South America,

and here you are. Yeah, you're
the last of the Maryukans, Jack.

Yeah, all the others
are safely locked away.

Proper little Houdini, you are.
All right, cut out all the clever,

clever stuff for a start.

Listen, mate, you sent for me.

I could just as easily have
brought the boys in blue.

Some inspector could get
promoted over this, you know.

Big splash in the
papers, bang, superintendent.

You sent for me.

See, I don't handle this kind of stuff
anymore, Jack. You're not in my class.

My family's been
threatened, dawg. Not me, me family.

Someone's rumbled I'm here.

Well, they know I'm here. At least they
know I'm in touch. One, two, three, four,

five. You'll be all right.

I'm sorry, I don't remember.

What's this one, two,
three, four, five stuff?

One the cat, two the dog this morning.

So who's on to you, then?

I don't know.

Some heavy money front of the job.
Maybe someone wasn't in on the share out.

But you were, weren't you, Jack?

No milk or sugar, thanks, lad.

Have you got one of those
polythene bags, kitchen bags?

Please.

You ripped him off, didn't you, Jack?

Who were they? I don't know.

Wasn't that how it happened?

Yeah, but you did rip him off.
Listen, we all got ripped off.

You don't know what it was like.

I mean, there was money
there. There was big money.

I mean, by the time everything
had been straightened and fixed,

by the time all the money changes
had been done, there was nothing left.

Hello, Nick. What are
you doing out of bed, son?

I heard you talking.

Oh, these are just some friends of
mine. Haven't seen them for a long time.

Now, come on, get
yourself back up to bed, eh?

I'm going to stay down here with you, Dad.

Get upstairs, then.

Not now, Nick. Dad's doing some business.

How long have the kids known
you were back? They didn't.

Chrissie and me pretended.

They'd come back from school,
surprise, surprise, there I am for the night.

Little presents, all that kind of thing.

So where were you?

Upstairs in the bloody rafters, weren't I?

You'd have been better
off doing your time.

Good talk, kids.

Come on, you know what they're like.

Not in families like ours, you know that.

Listen, Jack, this is not for us.

All we can do is turn you in.

We can arrange police
protection for your family.

All right, they'll have to move
away from... Listen, now, get done.

You can't disappear a whole family.

Look, you can't lock me up
without me in mind, can you?

We haven't got a lot of option, mate.

Blugger up, that note must
have been some kind of a nutter.

Poisoning the cat, smashing
the dog's head in with a hammer.

I can't leave him like that. I can't.

If I could just get me
hand on a few grand.

Leave it out.

Come on, you've got out something
stashed away. No way, long gone.

Chris O'Meara might come
up with a few, but for

her, not for me. Well,
the money's out, Jack.

I'm not asking you, I'm pleading.

And then he turns himself
in. And then we bring him in.

Amazing.

Locked himself in his own private prison.
Yeah, with a few mod cons and amenities.

Rather him than me. There's
more ways of killing a cat.

Is that a bad taste, Joe?
I thought you'd appreciate

a laugh, sir, these solemn occasions.

Memorial service for a brave man.

He enjoyed a laugh.

I'm not entirely happy about
this. It's not really our bag.

But I'm seeing the commissioner later.

I might just touch on
it, our involvement. I

think the fewer people
who know, the better.

Are you implying... No,
I'm not implying anything.

I know I should have involved the
locals, but... They're nice kids, you know.

Cry for help. Is he waving or drowning?

Another of your jokes? It's
worth a try. They may be nice kids,

but that's a family with a
pedigree of villainy on both sides.

His wife's father, Lane
Hatch. The hatchet? Nah,

he's an old man. Mellowed too, no doubt.

Well, you have my approval for now. Low
profile. No big teams wrecking my budget.

You're sure you got in and out of
the house unobserved? Yes, sir.

Well, carry on.

Bodie, this is not on.
I've just come off duty.

A favor, come on. Can't a
fella ask a favor once in a while?

I suppose as a schoolteacher.
Well, do I look like a schoolteacher?

Some very dolly ones these days, you
know. Anyway, you could always wear spectacles.

Well, I don't wear
spectacles. Well, what is it?

Hey, is this official or what?

Get off.

Oh, the boy's at St
Luke's. I'll take care of him.

Okay. But remember, I'm not
shooting up my whole leave on this number.

Hey, babe, you and me. Soon, Cracky.

Okay, two teams.

That'll do. Right, down the
centre. You lot over there.

Okay, lads. Quiet now. Right, the
last one. To that line and back.

It's a sissy. Go!

To the line and back!

And back! Come on!

Okay, right. Who wants to play basketball?

Yeah!

No, thank you.

That's Linda, the group leader. Socks
down, hair in a mess. That's typical of her.

Those are her best friends this term.

She looks pale. Well,
she's got exams coming

up, but she should do
well. She works hard.

Why the official interest, or shouldn't
I ask? Nothing to do with the children.

The family are... Dubious?

No, it's not uncommon.

Now, don't run now, and no pushing on the
stairs. This is a strange neighborhood.

Yes, under the veneer of respectability.

Linda's father disappeared some time ago.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Mother's a nice woman. She
comes to parent meetings

and the children are very well behaved.

Are they not disturbed? Linda's
particularly promising. Yes, I'm sure she is.

Hey, where's your mum? I don't
know. She probably got stuck again.

Let's hang on a bit.

Come on, let's walk.

Come on, you've got to admit that.

Listen, mate, I've seen a couple of
school kids, a blonde one and a dark one,

both boys. Yeah, about a minute
ago. Go on up that way, T. Yes.

But as you've been very brave, yeah,
I can have this lolly. Here's yours.

No, you don't do that again, all right?

Look, Vicky, where have you been?

You know you've no business
to go running off like that.

It's the I-5, all right? Do you lose Mum?

Yes, I am.

Yeah, well, he's just
had a bit of a scare.

He's very frightened.
Near miss with a car.

But I don't think you're going to go
running off in a hurry, are you? Again, eh?

You bad boys.

If I'm late, you stay here and
wait for me, OK? Get in there.

Come on. You behave yourselves.

Safe and sound, 6-2. Anything to report?

Quiet as the grave, 3-7.

Have fun. Down. 3-7 at base.
Patch me through to 9-1, will you?

Linda's detained for a while.
Bad marks in home economics. Well,

screwed up on the rice
pudding. Something like that.

Yeah, we'll stick with her,
okay? All the way home. Well done.

Thanks, out.

He's still a bit hot.

He's just a bit shaken. He'll
forget all about it soon. Dad?

Yes, love?

Was it really an accident?

Well, it seems like it. The car
got out of control, you know.

Some madman just driving too fast.

But Sookie, and then Paddy...

It's not a nice thing to do.

Well, it's not a very nice thing,

just some people
around here just don't like

pets. There's some
funny people about, Linda.

You're going to stay with us near dead?

Yeah, as long as I can, yeah.

Will you have to go away again?

Well, I might do, you know.

Not for a while, really.

Come on, let's get you to
bed. Hey, what's all this?

Homework this time of night?

Yeah, I've got to get it done.

Yeah, you get some sleep, eh?

Go on.

I'll give you a call
early in the morning, eh?

Doyle.

Nice day out for you. Spot of
prison visiting. Parkhurst,

Isle of Wight and
Winchester. Who's on the island?

Uh, Barnet Moss.

He put the bank job
together, picked the team.

Yeah, I remember him. He'd have a handful.

That's why he's in top security.

Well?

Yeah, very well, thanks. Hope I find you
the same. Oh, yeah, it's great in here.

The sea air.

You're always a cigar
man, weren't you, Barney?

Big cigar, big flash car.

Didn't bring a bird, I
suppose. Well, a piece of chicken.

What's the matter?
Don't you like the food?

All right, who are you?

What do you want?

Doyle, CI5. CI5?

You were in the regular force.

Limehouse, wasn't it?

Yeah, I did a bit down there.

So now you're with the Daring Do, Mum.

Hope you're well paid for it.

To live in.

So is feeding pigs.

So, what's it all about?

The maiden line job.

Oh, no, not again. There's a book on it.

There's another one coming out.

One of the Sundays serialized it. A
weekly rag did the woman's angles.

You could always try reading the
trial for six weeks, plus appeals.

Who put up the seed money?

Thanks.

Nice twist on the note, sir. What?
What note? Jack Stone, The Letter Threat.

There's no prints on the paper,
except for Stone and his missus.

Paper's cheap anyway. Get it
anyplace, about 400 outlets.

But it is written by the
right hand of a left-handed

male, 40, medium height and build.

Now, if he was dyslexic... Yeah, I know.

Narrow the field down. We're
afraid he spells correctly.

Put it through the computer. Already have.

Left-handed it as crooked as a
right. Who's the one at Manchester?

Ned Turner, the draftsman. He didn't go
on the job, but he did all the planning.

Then he rushed in for his
money. What are we doing out here?

It's a bonus, a bit of fresh air.

Climatising me, are you?

For open prison.

It's a bit too soon for that.

Stay out of the word in the right
direction. Are you some sort of god-botherer?

Well, you could say I'm a
concerned person, yeah.

What about? Jack Stone's wife and kids.

Don't tell me you'll collect him.

Someone's threatened to do him in.

What, Chrissie and the kids? Mm-hmm.

Not well, her dad's alive.

Yeah, I know, but
believe me, mate, it's on.

What month are you? C.I. I think I'll go
back in. Come on, it's nice out here. Yeah.

On a clear day, you can see the
cathedral. I know what your game is.

Carrot and stick.

You're the carer. Don't
want to make the elephant.

Left him back at base.

Look, you've always been marked
down as the non-violent type.

You don't want anything to
happen to the Stone family, do you?

I could do him a bit of violence.

Cue form's on the right.
What cue? Oh, come on.

I'd wrung it on us.

All of us. Got clean away? Yeah.

Collie died, you know.

Chris's cousin. The hatchet's nephew.
Yeah, car burnt out. Yeah, and the rest.

All sorts of things got burnt.

Jack got out, though.

Never been seen since, has he?

K registration mark, SL,
the place of the tally.

Observation will bring it in, sir.

No, it's worth a few days' observation.
Anything from Dorff? Wall of silence,

thanks, Fred. He's seen
the rest of the gang.

Well, I can't get word out.

Nautilus all over,
intermunicado. Solitary? Something like that.

Sounds a bit rough,
doesn't it? Thanks a lot.

Hey, Chrissie.

What?

It's time to make a move.

They'll be terrified.

Poor little mites. No, they won't.

They'll just think of it as an adventure.

If you'd call Doyle
again... No good, no good.

Listen, he can catch up with us any time.

Nobody gives a damn.

Come on, Nick, finish it up.

There, put that on the
back of the car for me.

Looks like we're doing the
right thing, that's all.

It's all we can do. These
take care of their own.

I'll leave it out, Chris.

Come on, love, that's enough. Off you go.

Yeah, no.

That's it.

On the way.

9 feet of base.

Urgent!

Listen, you're paid to be awake
all the time, not half the time.

Can we do that now, Mum? Not yet, love.
It won't be much longer. I'm so cramped.

You're a good girl. Do what your dad said.

Oh, Linda! Nikita! Are you
all right? Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, babe.

Kids are safe. Everybody's all right.

You'll be OK.

I don't know where to
see the grandparents.

They don't rate our efforts of protection.

To seeing this, I don't
think clients agree with them.

One of our guys took his eye off the
ball, didn't he? I'll give him a rocket,

but what can you do? Up
all night, crack a door.

I know, I know.

What's the damage?

Shock, mainly.

Chrissie's got a few scratches,
but she had a belt on, thank God.

Cowley's gonna love this one, mate.

We should have turned
Jack in in the first place

and let the Met look after the family.

Well, we didn't, and I
want this man, bastard.

Hatch, someone to see you.

Good morning.

Cowley, CI5.

Morning.

Got the coffee on?

I can make some.

Do that.

Is this how you put in your time now?

Better than the other way.

Yes, yes, I expect it is.

You seem to be very comfortably placed.

It's all bought and paid for.
Do you want to see the accounts?

No, no, I'm sure they read well.

We've met before.

Presentation dinner for Jimmy Dick, 72.

Oh, yes.

I expect there were a lot of people there.

There were.

It was a few months
before the corruption trials.

Jimmy did his time.

Stood it very well.

He's in South Africa now.

Security men in the gold mines.

Just the job for him.

I want to talk to you about Maiden Lane.

Maiden Lane or Memory Lane?

You've come out with some right
ones. Maiden Lane and your son-in-law,

and his wife and children.

What have they got to do with it?

Jack had it away. More luck than brains.

Did he have it away, Hatch?

Half the world's police and
Interpol never got near him.

Maybe he did have a
little bit of something.

Cunning. Animal cunning.

Who supports his family?

I do. Who else?

Right, we're just coming up to it now.

Linda will go in and
open the garage door a

bit while her mum's
paying me off. OK, Liz?

Got it. All set.

Now, Linda, make a thing
of getting your bike out.

Your mum's going to tell you you can't
go out and put the bike away, OK? Yes.

Good girl. Now, Nick,
you stick with your mum.

OK.

All quiet.

Yeah, well, stay with it.
The night man blew out.

So I hear.

This is very kind of you, Mrs. Hatch.

No trouble.

I won't join you. My daughter's bringing
the children over, so I've got a lot to do.

I don't think they will
be coming, Mrs. Hatch.

How's that?

What do you mean they won't be coming?

Your daughter met with an accident
on her way over here. Oh, my God.

Accident? You've been quizzing
me about some job years ago,

and my family's been in an accident.

They're all right. Your daughter
just got a couple of scratches,

and the accident and the job
are related. Where are they?

They've been taken care of.

Well, I want to see them. You
will, all in good time. Now,

who hates your son-in-law enough to
kill off his wife and kids? Kill them?

To try, at any rate.

I made a start with the cat and the
dog. The cat was poisoned by a neighbour.

And the dog?

Chrissie never told us about
that. What did she tell you?

Just... She wanted to
be on her own for a bit,

so she was bringing the kids over to us.

She gets depressed, gets on top
of her Jack being missing and all.

Would she tell you if she
heard from Jack? She'd tell me.

Answer that, will you, Ros?

Jack will never show.

You won't find him.

He must miss his family. Miss them?

He's probably shacked up
with some bint somewhere,

but the only good thing that ever came out

of that job was Chrissie being rid of him.

Does she feel that way about it?

Women. Haven't got much sense, have they?

Mr Cowley, it's for you.

Oh, thank you.

That's Doyle here, sir. Found the car,
dumped outside the local underground station.

Only half a mile away from the crash.

Where did we get the ident?

A kid delivered newspapers, saw
the crash, told the local cops.

Anything on the license plates? Yeah,
I've stolen last night in Northwest 10.

I didn't even know he was gone.

There's some careless
people about. Yeah, right. Leave

it alone, like the last
one. Just observation, eh?

Okay, will do.

Well, the family, in happier times.

Yeah.

Well, Jack and your
daughter, their wedding, eh?

Yeah.

That's Chrissie, at Nick's christening.

Oh, he's a bonny wee lad.

Here he is again.

As a page. Cole's wedding.

Colin and Peggy.

Barely a toddler, then.

Colin.

Collie Roberts, killed
when the car burnt out, eh?

Yeah.

Poor Cole.

That's Linda as the little bridesmaid.

Her hair was much fairer then.

And that's one of Peggy on her own.

She went out of her mind, poor girl.

I wasn't surprised when she... did it.

Took an overdose.

Who's that?

Oh, it's Pat Weaver, Peggy's dad.

That's the group.

Father, me, all of them.

Those days are gone.

Got you looking at the
family portraits, has she?

Got the family album
out of the drop of a hat.

And why not?

Pat Weaver.

There's a name from the past.

Too early for a drink for you, Mr
Cowley. I'm about due for one. Oh,

it's late enough. A small scotch, perhaps.

I'll get some water.

Oh, not for me, Mrs Hatch.

Colin was your nephew, Hatch. That's
right. You're no sons of your own.

Nope.

Just Chrissie and her sister in Miami.

Well, thanks.

What happened to Pat Weaver? Not a lot.
Retired villain, time his hands, like me.

Cheers.

Mr. Cowley, about that
accident, exactly what did happen.

Blank.

Blank.

Looking for a game?

None now.

Table three, if you want. Free shortly.

Another time. Haven't seen you in a
long time. Copper, haven't you? Was?

Yeah, I thought so.

Good in the faces. What are you doing now?

I'm making a living.

You haven't crossed sides, have you?

No, not exactly. I
wonder what their game is.

A local hood, is he?
Yeah, small time. Pity

we can't ask around.
It's a tight community.

It's as tight as a drum.

Blank.

There's a couple more on Abbott Street.
That's tier eight. Last race has started.

The old man checked with the
housing authority. Had a council flat.

Let it go three months ago.

No forwarding address, of course.
That's unusual, parting with a flat.

Hard to come by.

Yeah.

Put a bit of an allotment, too.
Not far from Jack Stone's place.

Hello.

Someone's let that lot
go to seed, haven't they?

Yeah, it's a pity.

Used to keep it lovely.

Then he let it go.

Lost interest, I suppose.

Can anyone get one of these?

If you live around here.
Get your name on the list.

What happened to this fella, then?

Oh, I haven't seen him in
a long while. The illness.

Could have turned his toes up.

I'll have to put my name down.

Well, okay, I saw him a couple of times
coming out of a high-rise in Camelot Street.

Well, if she likes the
view. Did you get it? Yeah.

Staying with an old
flame on the 10th floor.

10th.

She's her way, too,
and the club's up north.

The lift's working, isn't it? I hope so.

Well, phone engineers.

No, I thought Public Health Department.

A survey on depressive tendencies
of residents of high-rise blocks.

Can you keep that up? What?

Patter.

Yeah, I read The Guardian, don't I?

Excellent. You'll do it for me.

¶¶

Doyle?

Yeah? Liv's coming.

Bode? Yeah.

Rat poison in a high-rise flat.

Maybe they use the lifts.

Come on, Nick. It's way past your
bedtime. Just another five minutes, Mum.

You've already had another five minutes.

Then you'll want another five.

I'd have to concede anyway. He's seven
ahead. I couldn't possibly catch up.

Come on, you can play again tomorrow, OK?

How long are you to stay with us?

Oh, a day or two.

Right, good night. Good night. Good
night, Nick. Have you got a gun in there?

Have you?

Powder.

Lipstick.

That's what I've got in there.

Are you going to take Dad in?

No, not me.

He's not a bad man.

He's your dad, Linda.

But if he's done something wrong,
he'll have to stand trial sooner or later.

How long will he have to go for?

Oh, I don't know. You will
be able to see him, though.

He won't have to hide anymore.

Come on, you two.

Oh, Dad. Listen, you've got a long day.

I'll give Chrissie a hand in the kitchen.

OK, thanks.

You just be a good girl.

Dad.

What? I'm so frightened.

There's no need to be.

You'll be all right.

Pearson, pull me through to the boss.

Operations.

Major Cowley.

Right.

Cowley.

Mr Hatch insists on talking to you.

Put him on.

Look, Harry, this can't go on.

I'm not staying cooped up here with my
lot in danger. But you agreed to cooperate,

Hatch. You didn't give me any option.

Where are they? I want
to talk to my daughter.

I'm afraid that's out of the question.

No, it is not out of the question.

If you've got her in safe custody,
there's no reason why I can't talk to her.

She's done nothing wrong.

Their safety is a
matter for the authorities.

Your being cooped up, as
you say, is for their safety.

I must insist that they
remain incommunicado.

You'll be kept informed, as I
promise you. For the moment,

I must ask you to keep to our arrangement.

Oh, God, you'd better be right about this.

If any harm comes to them, you'll know
what a bloody vendetta is. I'll see to that.

I think you'd better
get some sleep, Hatch.

Good night.

Time to go, time, then. Yeah.

See you.

Love you, Jack.

Yeah, you too, Chris. And them.

I've done it all wrong, babe.

No, you haven't.

Go.

Let's get it over with.

The old man's gone walkabout.

Heading for Luke Street. Yeah,
about time too. Four-five out.

Six-two.

With you, four-five.

Someone's coming.

Yeah.

That's it.

We're in business. Great.

¶¶

We're taking for the front.

Hold it, Weaver!

Don't stand a chance!

Yeah, he must have been watching
long after the police gave up.

Yeah, probably saw something on the
allotment. Spent hours on those little patches,

you know, when they're retired.

Plenty of time. His daughter's suicide
preying on his mind. Ah, fine night's work.

You let a wanted man get clean
away. Murph let him get away.

You two were supposed to be running
the show. He went running after Weaver.

And Jack Stone just slipped
away. He won't get far away.

Oh, thank you.

Can I tell the commissioner that?

Saved his wife and kids.

Yeah, where's he gonna go?
He's berserk about that family.

I sometimes wonder if
you're going soft, Doyle.

In the head.

Yeah, sooner or later,
next time you get a call

like that, leave it out, mate, will you?

Why don't I see them before we go?

You'd better ask my colleague.

Help yourself, mate.

I'll give you that one.

Hey, Mickey, you're up early
this morning. How are you?

All right.

You doing up this time of day?