All language subtitles for The Professionals - 5x05 - Discovered In A Graveyard

Turning in.

Hands wide and clear.

Come on, stop playing games.
We only want to talk to you.

One thing, from all the somewhat
diffuse information, does remain clear.

The collision of the
van and the explosion.

The one was the cause of the other.

The government agencies in this case have
not been unwilling to provide evidence.

But too little seems to
have been known to point our

thinking positively in
one direction or another.

The driver of the vehicle, Mene Natoa,

had been a student in this
country for two and a half years.

He had been known to be a political
activist, but, as far as we know,

had no record of violence.

Nor had he any direct connection
with any terrorist organization.

Nothing is known about his associate in
the vehicle, and he remains unidentified.

Your investigations, Mr. Cowley,

have not led us to any
further evidence to confirm

or clarify the intentions of these men?

No, sir.

No further evidence.

And nothing you gentlemen wish to add?

Then, in the circumstances,
I have no alternative but

to record a verdict
of... Death by misadventure.

Play around with bombs, you get blown up.

Cynic pragmatist. I must have looked that
up. Yeah, after you've had a drink, mate.

No, I'm away. Come on, one on a
corner. I got some chores to do.

I'll take advantage of the spare time.

Look, the job's blown up in our faces.

Those two kids blew themselves up
rather than knock the porter over.

I'll see you.

Mr. Carling, a few moments of your time.

A money you can help me with.

All right.

Okay, Murphy.

You have adequate protection, Colonel.
You have round-the-clock protection.

One man? A bodyguard? In my country,

a man of my rank would be screened
completely from any possible risk of attack.

You are not in your
country, Colonel Linfo.

No, I am your guest.

I am in your country. You
invited me here. No, sir.

You were permitted to enter as a
visitor to receive medical treatment.

Now completed satisfactorily, I hope.

That bomb was meant for me.

You know it.

There was no one else in the hotel
they could have been interested in.

If they were interested in the hotel.

I'm not simply trying to shake off
my men who are following them. Why?

Information, Colonel.

Two years ago, the government
I served was a popular one.

Now, hooligans run my country. Do
you approve of what is going on there?

I am not a politician, Colonel Linfo.
We have all been branded murderers.

We are in exile, or we are dead.

I am from a line of princes.

I am not afraid to
die, but not wastefully.

If I was still a minister
of my country, you would

be giving me real
protection, day and night.

I want that now, and your
government... No, Colonel, you listen.

My government accepted
your presence here despite

warnings as to what
might happen if they did so.

Because, Colonel, we
will not be dictated to,

certainly not by
blackmailers with bombs in their hands,

but we will not let you invade
our streets. We've had enough.

You want to kill each other,
go home and do it, not here.

I don't know why they
want to kill you, Colonel.

I don't know why you
would want to kill them.

But I'm sure you would if
you had them in your hands.

The bodies of two young boys had to
be stitched together in the mortuary

back there before we could
hold this inquest this morning.

We don't want any more bodies.

Yours, or mine, or any poor
young kid, or beggar, or tramp,

or old lady who happens to be
passing on the same street.

We don't want your war here, Colonel.

I'm authorized to tell you
that my government is very

happy that your
treatment has been successful.

And we hope that as soon as your
medical advisors deem you fit to travel,

you will make arrangements to leave.

And go where?

Your government has many
friends in Southeast Asia.

I'm sure one of them would
afford you the protection you seek.

Till then, one of my men will stay
with you. And not for your sake, Colonel,

but because we prefer to
keep peace in our streets.

If you'll excuse me.

How'd you get in there?

Because you're getting bit.

I'm on my way.

Cowley? There's trouble at Four
Fives Flat, and he won't answer.

Why the devil wasn't I informed?

You had already left the
minister's office, sir.

Right. Raise Bodie.

We've just located him, sir.

Good. Out.

You there! Get out of the way! It's
a burglar, Helga. Get the police!

Get off your stupid old bag!

You sweat it out, you pour it back.

Stay calm.

Marty.

Doyle.

That's the main thing, staying cool.

Saw my medical report. Slow heartbeat,
slow metabolism. It's got to be cool.

Sneak a look at yours,
though. Very uncool.

Hot temperament.

Still a good man.

The top's worth knowing.

You won't fall if they push.

Can't afford to give it down.

Might make you hesitate.

Forget the book.

You shoot to kill. He
will. Who was it, Ray?

Who was it?

Ray, for Christ's sake, who was it?

Well?

Just about to operate. Haven't
they said about his chances?

You're off all other assignments.

Any ideas?

Well, it's not a regular break-in.
It's probably a vendetta. No, no,

something more random.
You came straight here.

With the ambulance. So you
haven't searched this flat?

Malone's boys are onto it.

You, Bodie, you search it. You know
the man. I'd rather stay here, sir.

I knew what.

There's nothing you can do here.

Entry was gave with an
ordinary combination key.

Means Doyle didn't set the
second locks. Went out to the shops,

wasn't expecting anything. Made
it simple for them to get in.

Then?

One, two, male, female.

Anyway, the alarm wasn't triggered
till they went through the window.

Neighbours?

Nothing. Silencer, obviously.

But there is this.

A slug from the wall. Origin? Can't
tell you yet. I'm not ballistics.

Yeah, well, get it to ballistics.
We're wasting time. All right, all right.

We just dug it out the wall, Bodhi.

Yeah, okay, sorry. It's just a
prelim. There's more work to do yet.

Nothing seems to have been touched.

If they were looking for
something, they knew where it was.

What could he have that they would want?

Just his life, perhaps.

Yeah, well, they didn't get it.

Yet.

Go pleasantly amidst the
noise and haste, Bodie.

And remember what peace
there may be in silence.

Do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of
fatigue and loneliness.

You are a child of the universe no
less than the trees and the stars.

Be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive him to be.

In the noisy confusion of
life, keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken
dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Discovered in a graveyard,
Baltimore dated 1692. No vendettas, Bodie.

No revenge.

Whatever happens to Doyle, it was
his job, comes with a job. Yeah,

be the target for some
maniac political assassin.

You're presuming, Bodie. I want facts.

Stay on it. I'm going
back to the hospital.

Retractor, please.

Got a hell of a lot of blood in here.

Sucker.

Ah, there it is. Perforated
left atrium. Long forceps, please.

Everyone off.

Oh, man, try.

Shock him again.

He'll make it. Will he?

Does he want to?

How strong's his will?

The strongest. I'm not so sure.

He's an idealist, as much as
anyone can be, given the job he does.

Ballistics ran a make on that bullet,
matches one in Amsterdam six weeks ago. Who?

The Italian charge d'affaires.

Can't see how it links with Doyle, though.

Maybe this helps.

The first bullet just below the heart.

Second from the back.

As if someone went in to deliver
the coup de grace and couldn't.

If you were going to deliver the
final blow, Bodhi, where were you aiming?

Back of the head.
Precisely, to finish him off.

Whoever pulled that trigger didn't have
the stomach to carry it through all the way.

Right.

Let's go up and get out.

His system is basically dormant, idling.
It's doing just enough to keep him alive.

But the brain activity... The brain
is the first organ, truly, to die.

It sounds a romantic
notion, I know, but to me...

The system idling and the
brain activity is so intense,

I think it's as if he's
tried to come to a decision.

Whether to live or die.

He's done more, seen
more to make him want to

throw it all in than
almost anybody his age.

Then let's hope he's got more reason
to want to go on. If you're right.

If I'm right.

Police career, good.

Quite a few run-ins with your superiors.

There were reasons.

Good reasons, no doubt.

You care. The issues in
this trade are complex.

Tangled.

Compassion can be a big
step towards solving them.

Noble sentiments.

I hope I live up to them.

A row of graves.

That's the bottom line of all your
noble sentiments. Lives wasted. Yours too.

Why not?

Why I was nailed.

Because you were careless.

No, because I didn't care enough.

He's in a very unstable rhythm.

Damn it, do something, man.

What?

You don't want us to get who nailed you.

Maybe I was asking for it. You're
not even curious to know who it was.

Might be after me too, might
be after Bodhi, all of us.

You want us to die? No.

The lignocaine seems to settle him down.

Ah.

I'm counting on you to have him
stay that way. A doctor I am.

God, I'm not.

We're not monitoring any
upward cardiac movement.

Give me a shot at the slightest
change, either way. Yes, sir.

That's the same thing
there. Amsterdam, Rome, Berlin.

A lot of refugee
students, apparently not short

of cash. Angry, but so far no violence.

They've done a lot of shouting,

threatened reprisals on
gangsters like Colonel Lin Fu. Yeah,

but no one's losing much
sleep over it except us.

What have we got?

Two bullets fired from a gun in
Amsterdam, Doyle dying, and we would have LaTower,

which would have stopped all this if we
hadn't decided to bring him in too late.

They were my orders,
Bodie. We had him pegged

in the big talk, big dreams department.

I wanted him to lead us to the
dangerous ones, if there were any.

That was my mistake, if it was a mistake,
not yours. I wouldn't blame him myself.

I know what you are doing.

You should have put it in writing if
you wanted to make anything of it.

Statutory 48 hours notice within which
to do so is long gone. I hadn't noticed.

Let's run through it again.

A bomb designed for Linfo.

What, you think so? No question. I
don't believe in coincidences, Brodie.

Connection, you and
Doyle were following Latour.

The only one of these we
knew of with any sort of M.O.

Connection?

Charlie. It's our nickname
for his mate in the van.

Unidentified Caucasian, aged about 28.

Logically, Charlie would
have to be the bomb-maker.

Yes, because for the four days we
followed Latao, he only met him that once.

Take him to the hotel. Connection?

Bullets from the same gun that killed the
Italian choice of the ferry in Amsterdam.

Connection? The same gun.

Not necessarily the same person, unless
it was Charlie or a friend of Charlie.

Connection, some of the students were
getting ready to do more than talk.

They joined the
international terrorist Freemasonry

who supplied them with
expertise. Charlie, bomb, gun.

Someone you met.

Someone who would have recognized
Doyle. You were always with Doyle.

You saw all the same people.

So why him, not me?

Unless you're next on the list.

See, there was someone
I didn't actually see.

Doyle saw her.

Go on.

It's in our report.

Oh, my mind's not a computer, Bodhi. I
don't remember every item in every report.

Okay, look, we were trailing the van.

We followed it halfway across town.
There was a lot of traffic. It thinned out,

but we had to pull back a bit.

Anyway, we trailed it to the lock.

That's not for sale.

Why not?

It's mine.

Sorry.

Is it very precious?

No.

Very ordinary.

Who's he?

He edited some Southeast Asian newsletter.

Friendly quote?

Yeah. What the hell was that?

Well, I wanted to buy that.

So I bought that.

A couple of hours later,
Latara stopped to collect Charlie.

That was his first appearance.

As we were driving off,
Doyle spotted a girl.

Hey.

What?

Didn't get a look at her, and
Doyle didn't make any more of it.

Turning in.

After that, it was all go.

And he just left her to that?

Well, he didn't make
much of it, you know, seen

her somewhere before, that kind of thing.

And Charlie, you turned his place over?

It's in the report. Oh, come
on, Bodie, I know you're tired,

I know you're concerned about
Doyle, but I want to hear it all,

and I want to hear it from you.

Just what did the two of you get up to?

After we moved off from the Charlie
pickup, we put a low-key surround on the place.

Looks like a rumor over a house.

Bed and breakfast.

Front and back observation, but
don't repeat. Don't move in. 4-5 out.

When we got clear of the bomb
job, we went straight back there.

Paid for a week, stayed for the week. I
didn't see him go, but he left his key.

It hasn't been done
yet. The girl's off sick.

Don't worry, we weren't
thinking of renting it.

A few as well.

What a surprise. Did you put this in here?

No. What is it? Chinese or
something? Yeah, something like that.

Guess who?

What happened to the tower?

Didn't want to ask a
question, so he blew himself up.

What?

An hour after he left you.

Blew himself?

You killed him.

We were following him.

It was either him or a
lot of other people. He

didn't have to run.
Why did he come to you?

You were hounding him.

Yeah, just before he picked
up Charlie. The bomb maker,

who also read your
newspaper. We found this in his room.

You had an argument with the tower.

We saw you. What was that
about? What did he want from you?

He asked me to pass on a
message to the police.

Warn the people to get out of the hotel.

Did you?

I thought I persuaded him not to.

Yeah, well, you didn't.

Intellectually, I do
not condone terrorism.

And emotionally? The men they
wanted to kill were butchers.

Who was Charlie?

I do not know this Charlie.

And if you did, you'd grow old
and die before you told us, right?

Let us say I might grow
old and die trying to decide

whether to act
intellectually or emotionally.

Discredible bastard. Yeah,
full-blooded pacifist, mate.

Wonder what he'd say if he
saw someone raping his sister.

Got more junk?

No, I just admired a pair of almond eyes.

Returned over to the
tower's place? Nothing.

Then we report it back to you.

Coway.

All right, thank you.

We're coming over.

No. Why? It will. Yeah.

Well, I know what he
means. Give Ray half a chance.

He'd blame himself for
the invention of gunpowder.

Have you ever thought of getting out?

Yeah, every time I take the physical.

Still, what else would I do?

What would you do?

I haven't thought that far, sir.

This job doesn't get easier.

It's no wonder with all the
sophisticated weaponry they've got.

Am I supposed to stop them?

Mind you, once you start wondering why,
I suppose that's the time to get out.

I...

I can't see her clearly. Her?

It's a woman.

We'll go through the fogs.
No. The face, see the face. No!

Yes! Without even thinking about it?

You can think about it,
as long as you do it.

He's weakening again.
His output's falling off.

I thought we'd beaten it.
Let's try a dopamine infusion.

She must have been one of them.

Saw the explosion.

Blames us. They had a bomb.
They were going to use it.

She was one of them. She was responsible.

No.

Think about it.

Think of all the lives your actions saved.

How many people are alive
because of your action?

Those people want you
well again, doing your job.

Doing my job in this chaos? Give me
one good reason. You have a contract.

I can break it. I can resign. Fine.

You want to put that in writing?

Yeah.

Can I start, dear George?

He's much better. His
pressure's up to 110.

That's not for sale.

Why not?

You're very precious.

No.

Very ordinary.

Ah, that's much better.
He's holding his own.

Malai Kulo, daughter of a
journalist, very influential man.

She got two arts degrees, moved home
twice in the last few days, but we'll find her.

Doesn't seem to have been
politically active, though her father was.

Arrested for sedition in
prison without trial, she escaped.

Yes, to Amsterdam.

That's where the bulk of the
refugees seem to have congregated.

The father died in
prison, minister in charge.

Colonel Lin Fo, before the revolution.

Revenge, not politics.

Revenge for her father's death,
revenge for the death of her friends,

which she links with Doyle.

And on the loose.

Cowley, find out where Colonel Lin Fo is
staying now, and get Hogan at the Ministry.

Tell him I'm on my way to see him.

Yes, sir.

Any news on Doyle? No change so far.

No change.

Right, thanks.

Come on, Ray, you've got
to do it for yourself.

To the pure, all things are pure.

Better than working on a lathe.

Come on, Doyle, don't let them beat you.

Yeah, it's a tricky question.

No answer from his room.

Give me his mail, will you?

Sir.

Oh, you've been demoted to postboy?

Reason to believe your life's
in danger at this moment, sir.

Come on, tell me what can...
I'm late for an engagement.

May I?

I shouldn't go to that engagement, sir.

She knows the number of your
room. Who? A student called Maylife.

She's the daughter of Dr. Waller.

That's right. She's a
student. She's not in politics.

She's not a terrorist.

I think someone's made her one, sir.

I shouldn't go to your
appointment. I'd go to your room.

You're pre-empting our
meeting tomorrow, George.

This is what we'll be
discussing then. Reviewing

policy together, filling you in totally.

I don't follow.

It's a weird one, George.

They're not taking
hostages, causing trouble.

The targets they're after
are sort of their own people.

So what are you saying? We just
let them kill whoever they want?

I'm saying it's a new kind of situation.

We have to clarify our attitude. We
have one. To keep blood off the streets,

to protect life and property.

George, you're wise
enough in world politics. Now,

you know very well the
people who are in power over

there now are the people
we were trying to keep out.

They don't like us very much.

And we are anxious for their friendship.

Well, we certainly don't want
to make unnecessary enemies,

and particularly ones who might
trigger off another Cambodian.

They tried to kill one of my men.

Well, I'm sure it won't
happen again, George.

Of course, it would have
been altogether different

if this Doyle of yours
had died. Believe me.

I think we're very lucky.
Her aim was a little bit off.

Although she doesn't quite seem to
have the stomach to be an assassin.

They felt obliged to fill me in.

Me?

Her embassy.

But you didn't feel obliged to fill me in.

George, now obviously I
should have briefed you.

I had no idea you'd do such a
fast job putting all this together.

Thank you.

I hope you'll enjoy reading
about this in tomorrow's papers.

Read about what, George?

George, there's nothing to print.

Our newspapers are fearless. They'll
happily print rumour, hearsay, innuendo.

I'll affect Sir George's name, but he
gives a toss about these blasted people.

I did hear about Doyle, gunned
down by an international terrorist,

and an official spokesman who says,
hands off, they won't do it again.

Your man, George, is a faceless
nothing to the people out there,

and they care as little about him as
they care about the two bombers who died.

What are you going to do, George? Resign?

No, I'm going to do what
I conceive to be my duty.

Yes, of course, and that's
exactly what we want you to do.

And that's why you've got the job.

Thanks.

George, now what I'm saying
is, and all I'm saying is,

don't expect any help from us, not at
least until we worked out a policy with you.

Just let the target sit back
and wait for a bullet, yes?

3-7 to Arthur.

Yes, Moody.

Suspect appears to have
located Lin Tho's whereabouts.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

You know where Male Eye is?

What do you want us to do
when we catch up with her?

That depends an awful lot, George,
on whether or not you killed her.

And off the record, I
sincerely hope that won't happen.

Or at least until we've worked
out a policy. Exactly. Well,

it seems that the young male eye has
located Colonel Lin Fou's new hotel.

But don't you worry about that.

It also seems we got there first.

Finish it.

Kill him.

Billy, we couldn't have more on this
stakeout. Set five's not really enough.

That's better than four, buddy.

Yeah.

Three single women checked in today.

No cases? No effects?

No, nothing.

She's been here all right, though.

That's a woman!

Hang on, I'll get you an ambulance.

I think we've got her.

She's got wheels now, I'm in pursuit.

It's a yellow 2CV, license number
George William Leonard 6506 Jane.

Look, she's hit. We don't know how
badly. Get more cars on the street.

She won't get far. A
girl and a De Chevaux.

There can't be too many of them around.

You killed them.

You killed yourselves.

You want justice?

You want revenge?

Stupidity!

You want to live and you kill?

Stupidity!

I don't know.

There's no one picking up
the phone. Hurry up! Hurry up!

I think about it, and
yeah, it makes sense.

The diplomatic community.

You're there, Nereus, damn it.

Home soil.

Okay?

I'm not paid to make waves.

Just want to take a last look at you.

Before they spirit you away.

Thanks.

Coley? They've got her at the embassy.

How bad is she?

Hold it. Something's
happening. I'll get back to you.

Mr. Bodie, is it?

Yes, Bodie.

Your people will want to
tie up the loose ends.

She's dying.

It does not matter where
a person dies, but why?

You may have her, Mr. Bodie.

Wherever she dies, she will be a martyr.

How is your friend?

He'll make it.

Not a relative, is she?

Hardly even know her.

Hello, Rita.

Hello, love.

You know how long it's been? Yeah.

Keep tripping over your bag and
we'll have to charge you rent.

Well, I sent my mate for it.
He wouldn't give it to him.

It's the rules. I can't give away my
customer's gear without the ticket.

You never give me a ticket. I know you. I
don't know him. Been away, have you, love?

Yeah, sort of.

Glad to be back.

Say that again. Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll see you Friday.

Mind how you go, love. Bye, Dad. Ta-ta.

Well, how does it feel to be amongst
the land of the living, then, mate?

Well, you were technically dead, you know.

Well, now I've done it once,
it'll be easier next time.