All language subtitles for The Professionals - 5x06 - Spy Probe

Hello.

I'm pleased to hear you are still
awake. You said I'd find a message.

Where is your next point of contact?
You just run me halfway across London.

If you do not wish to
proceed, that is your problem.

Yeah, all right, go on.

Reverse, please.

Yeah, I know it.

In five minutes.

Five minutes is a mile away.

One born every day of the week.

That's it, mister. I've had enough.

Have you thought about the Olympics?

You'd do well in the 10,000 metres.

Get in.

The man wants to meet you. What man?
Don't ask silly questions. Get in.

So, you're ready to go
anywhere and do anything, eh?

If the money's right. No
problem there, my son.

No.

Just how far would you go?
What do you mean? Well, I mean,

would you break a few heads? Turf.

Just try me. Would you kill? Kill?

I said, would you kill?
Kill who? People. What people?

Just people. Nobodies.

You won't even know their names.

If you can't stand the
heat, get out of the kitchen.

Well?

Extermination.

That's what it's about.

We kill to order.

Yeah, good.

You never told me to pull to the right.

Where to?

Come on.

Told you the man wants to meet you.
Place went bankrupt. Bought it up cheap.

Left, left.

Hello, Doc. Got another one for you.

What the...?

Just gonna check you over.

Make sure you're fit. Medical.

His leg's all right.

He can run.

Oh, good.

Come on. Oh!

Oh, now, now, now.

That's not too good at
all, is it? Problem?

Yeah.

I think our friend here has got a problem.

The medical term for it
is lack of bottle. Well,

well, well, that's not very good, is it?

I mean, we're not very...

That's enough. That's enough!

Pay him and take him out.

We'll be in touch. Come on.

Well?

He's not bad.

In fact, I think he's pretty good.

He's all right.

Of course, I could be wrong. You
have an evasive quality, Ferris,

which I find tiresome. Evasive?

What do you think of the man?

I think he's suitable.

Fortunately, we do not have to
rely on your sense of judgment.

In my opinion, he could well be a plant.

Follow him.

Check him, and if I'm right,
you know what to do. Drive.

I'm leaving now.

Give me five minutes.

We just do as we're told, right?

Yeah, but I mean, who is he?

How should I know?

He pays us the money.

That's all we should worry about.

Would you like another drink, sir?

Thank you.

Tell me, Nigel, could you
run MI6 on a permanent basis?

As Sir Charles's deputy, I think that
question might be better put to him.

Minister Dawson.

It's enough sugar.

I can meet with Cowley here in one hour.

What do you make that with, seaweed?

These cups are mandatory.

I thought you said proposed.

You must try to master Whitehall jargon.

I'll expect your reports
and how you plan to implement

them within a week. Yes, sir. Carly?

I'll do my best.

Now, item two, security.

After recent unfortunate events, I
think the overall picture is satisfactory.

I'm afraid I don't.

Really?

We never seem to learn.

Every few months, some new mole, some
double agent, some new scandal is uncovered.

The papers are full of it.

And then the dust settles.

Go on.

Then we go back to the same
smug, complacent attitude

I'm hearing here
today. I'm sorry, Minister.

I consider the security
situation as far from satisfactory.

And what do you propose we do about it?

Why don't we purge our
intelligence services clean once and for all?

Recommending a strong
purgative for all of us, George?

Don't get clever with me, Dawson. I'm
serious. Then I must take you seriously.

Yes?

It's for you, Cowley.

Cowley.

Right, I'm on my way.

Extraordinary.

Didn't even want a drink.

Obviously a busy man. So are we all.

Frank opinion, Nigel, off the record.

Off what, sir?

George Cowley.

Well, he's impetuous, headstrong.

He's a bit too independent, too powerful.

Not accountable enough
to the right people.

Of course, he's highly thought of.

Yes, I understand the PM
looks on Cowley with favour.

He'd make a dangerous
enemy for either of us.

If I should cross swords with
Cowley, for whatever reason,

do you think it would come to that?

It might.

In such a confrontation,
where would you stand, Nigel?

You could rely on my discretion.

And complete support, sir.

Tea?

No, mate, that coffee.

I left an important meeting to come
here, Doyle. Why couldn't you phone in?

I had a tale.

You still being followed?

No, I think he's given up.

I like this coffee.

What have you got?

Well, they are
recruiting assassins for money.

Who are the targets?

Nobody's the contact, Sid.

Why kill people of no
importance? Any idea who's behind it?

Our top man was there,
but he kept out of sight.

I see.

Do we close in? No, not yet.
All right, I'll report tomorrow.

This is Cowley. Where's Bodie?

At the rendezvous, sir.

Right.

Stay with him.

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you? Gonna ask the same question.

I don't understand.

You were told to come here
and wait for a call, right?

I was told to make one.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

Had a medical recently. Don't
worry. They wanted us to meet.

When I first got involved,

I thought they were recruiting
mercenaries from Africa or something.

Yeah.

If I'd known then.

Yes, but you need the money, right?

What's her name?

Who?

The girl you need the money for. Get lost.

That's gambling with me, you
know, can't leave it alone.

Did they tell you
anything? They told me nothing.

They gave me a ticket.

They told me where to take it.

¶¶

Well, what's the hold up?

Six, nine, ten thousand.

What's that?

It's the target.

It's the lady we paid
ten thousand to kill.

Go on.

We could take the money and
run. How far would we get?

I can't get through with this.

Stay here.

Chartwell, 1953. It was nice of him
to sign it for me, don't you think?

We've been waiting for you.

We? Yes, Bodie, we.

This is Miss Walsh, Elizabeth Walsh.

Can I offer you a drink, Mr Bodie?

Miss Walsh.

No, thank you.

George.

Please.

Where's your accomplice?

In the castle.

Well, young man, I don't
suppose you'd like to tell me.

What's that, Miss Walsh?

Just exactly what is going on.

It's all right.

Elizabeth has security clearance.

Among other things, she was
undersecretary to the Cabinet Office.

That's an interesting job.

Yes, it was.

Thank you.

Well?

CI5 are infiltrating a group.

A group recruiting men
ready to murder for money.

You're one of their targets, Elizabeth.

Bodhi was sent here to kill you.

Your friend in the car
will be getting nervous.

You better get on with it, Bodhi.

A Walther PPK.

You know your handguns, Miss Walsh.

Fire it into the lawn.

I don't want an
unsightly hole in the ceiling.

Get moving! Is she dead?

It's an uncomfortable feeling,
knowing someone wants to kill you.

It's also a problem.
Problem? Why would anyone want to?

That had also crossed my mind.

Why don't you tell me?

Tell you what?

The reason you're still
sitting in that chair and not

rushing off somewhere
putting the world to rights.

It's a tough one, Elizabeth,
and I think it could get tougher.

There are loose ends, things
that don't fit, don't add up.

I need your help.

I'm retired.

You're the cleverest woman I know.

Then you must move in
very limited circles.

Will you help? I'll think about it.

How was Malta?

All right.

I heard your man fell over a cliff.

Yeah, well, he stood a bit
close to the edge, didn't he?

You've done well.

Cheers.

They kill for us, and we kill them.

Yeah, it's a hard life. One
born every day of the week.

Elizabeth.

I'm glad you decided to come.

You made it sound as if
it could be interesting.

Here, let me take that. Go right through.

I see your recent demise made the times.

Yes, I found that most encouraging.

Do you remember him?

Yes.

Harris, retired eight years
ago, went to live in Malta.

I'm afraid he's dead.

Dead?

A cliff fall.

Accident?

Perhaps.

But you weren't an accident.

You want me to work a puzzle board.

Who could do it better? Here.

Does that woman have
security clothes, sir?

That woman was taking notes from
Churchill when you were still wet behind the ears.

Give her anything she wants.

Come in.

Well?

A woman's dead.

What about Nielsen?

We paid him off.

Where?

Dumped him in the river.

You find something amusing?

No. Sorry, Gov.

I am not your Gov. I am the man
who pays you to do certain tasks.

Right.

What about the man I saw yesterday?
The one who gave Tweek trouble? Yes.

I followed him most of the day. You're not

even a competent liar. You lost him. Yeah.

Sorry.

But he's all right. In my
opinion, he's okay. You think so?

Fortunately, I have more
reliable sources of information.

He is an infiltrator, a plant. A plant?

He can't be. Dispose of him immediately.

Report here tomorrow.

Right, tomorrow.

Where do you attempt to meet us?

In the pub.

You stupid.

What's wrong with the
pub? I said somewhere quiet.

He's a grass bonehead, and you
know what happens to grasses.

Here we are. Ah, there he
is now. Go get him. Oi!

Where are you off to?

I thought you'd forgotten.

How could I forget you?

Care for a drive?

Where's the gun?

We dumped it.

That's what the instructions said.

Good.

Here's the other half.

Got another job for you.

Come on.

What sort of a job?

We're only in one business.

When?

Right now. All right, Twig!

Bring him down!

Who wants this? I'll do
it. I'll bet you would.

I'll bet it was you who shot the old girl.

Let's see you in action, son.

You want me to do it right here.

Here and now.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I wouldn't advise it.

Not with a camera above your head.

Man's careful.

I like that.

All right. Not here.

But you keep the gun.

And you do it.

This'll do fine.

Oh, thanks a bunch, mate. You
cut that a bit fine, didn't you?

I knew you wouldn't do it.

Oh, you knew that for certain,
did you? Yeah, he's no hitman.

What the hell's going
on? Who are you, anyway?

Tell him. You tell him.
We're CI5. Where's your ID?

You don't think we'd
be carrying it, do you?

We're undercover. Undercover.

Who are you?

My name's Williams, MI6. Oh, yeah?

How are you going to prove that, sunshine?

All right, Dawson, I want answers, and I
want them now. It's all right, Miss Davis.

Um, close the door, will you?

I assume you have some
explanation, Cowley,

for charging in here like an enraged
bull. Why didn't you tell me about Williams?

Williams? Oh, don't try that,
little boy. Lost look on me. Oh!

Williams.

Yes.

He's operating covertly.

Undercover, as they say.
Why wasn't I informed?

And why wasn't I told
about Bodie and Doyle?

I'm under no obligation
to tell you anything.

That cuts both ways.

We've been weeks on this.

Your interference could have
jeopardized a very delicate operation.

That also cuts both ways.

I'm telling you,
Dawson. No, I'm telling you.

You'd better leave this office before
one of us says something we both regret.

You'll hear more of
this. We probably both will.

I intend to inform the minister.

Why doesn't he look
arrogant, puffed up, conceited?

George, should I cover my ears?

I'm sorry.

Someone's obviously
ruffled your usual icy comb.

Yes, yes, he goes by the name of Dawson.

Nigel Dawson.

I knew him as a gangling youth with acne.

He's now acting head of MI6.

I am out of touch.

What have you got?

Two more, I'm afraid. Wade.

And Maloney.

Killed?

Within the last three
weeks. Why wasn't it picked up?

They'd both been retired for years.
Why should anyone make the connection?

What did they do? Wade was a cipher clerk.

Maloney worked in Central Records.

It doesn't make sense. They were
inactive. Why? Why kill these people?

The reason is undoubtedly the key.

Work your puzzle board, Elizabeth.

I may need more pieces.

I'll do what I can. I have to go.

CI5 operates without reference to any
other department. You maintain they do.

Gentlemen. That is the
established procedure.

Show me when it is in regulations.

You can't do that.

It's always been
understood by all concerned. Not

by me. That's about
time you did. Gentlemen.

Please.

We are, in theory at least, on the
same side. I've read your reports.

You both independently
infiltrated the same group.

It seems somewhat irrelevant to
me who should have informed whom.

Nigel?

Well, I agree. The main thing is
we've still got two men inside.

Cowley.

All right.

But it's a CI5
investigation, exclusively CI5.

I can't accept that.

And I can't work any other way.

I see I shall have to make the decision.

It's to be a joint project.

You'll work together.

I mean it.

What is all this about? I don't
know, but I put a pound each way.

Well, I hope she knows what it means.

Don't knock it. That lady's
got a mind like a steel trap.

Bodie, you work with Williams,
but you report to me, both of you.

Nothing gets back to
MI6, is that clear? I want

the man behind this, and I want him soon.

I think it's risky.
You're not paid to think.

What's the rush, I mean? Are
you saying you can't do it? No.

No.

It's just the time. If
you think time is short,

you must leave at once and get to work.

Right.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Oh, yes. The money.

The keys on the floor.

Room 206.

Oh, my God. He said
there's been a change of plan.

So what happens now, then?

It's been brought forward. We
do the whole thing tomorrow.

What?

The lot?

That's what he wants.

We haven't got enough
men. Oh, shut up. No, well,

what about the backup?
Oh, shut up, Twiggy.

I'm trying to think.

We'll kill them all tomorrow.

Shall we take him?

No, let him go.

You know what's in that bag?

A photograph and an address of
someone's death warrant. Let me call it.

Just the one to go?

That's your street. Take it.

Mr Careful, a nervous friend. What
kept you? We're early. I'm kidding.

I like you. Both of you.

That's why I've got something special
for you, and it's worth 25,000 each.

For what? Maybe for sitting in a room.

Here's the key.

Dress is on the tab.

What's this all about? Silly question.

Quest 14.

They never stop giving us money.

Hello. Made yourself comfortable?

It's not exactly the Dorchester.

All right, now listen.

You're the backup.

I'm relying on you.

The backup for what?

Look outside.

See if the millman's back.

What is it? A lot of names and addresses.

My God, it's a death list.

You two are to cover anyone who missed.

How many?

Fourteen. Patterson, I want
every available man briefed.

Get me copies of this fast.
It's too many for you to handle.

Call in MI6. No, CI5 handles it.

I'm going to call Dawson.

Take him out. You're
making a mistake Cowley.

Red for times and dates, blue
for personal contact, green for...

Green is for letters and phone calls.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I've forgotten.

You were right to keep it internal.

Can CI5 cope?

I hope so.

One move, you lose the back of your head.

Don't even think about it.

Three-seven, I've got
him. Number four is safe.

You wouldn't want to be shot
from this angle, would you?

Could alter your whole outlook on life.

Get out.

Four-five, Wilson State. Right.

Wilson, number eight.

That leaves just one.

Three inches?

Four.

Yeah.

I see we've both got passengers. Yeah.

Look after mine, will you? I'm
checking the house. Yeah, right.

Mr Mitchell in, please.

I'm afraid he's down at his boat.

Who is that?

Fuller's yard.

Thank you very much.

Looking for a Mr Mitchell? You found him.

Mr H.R. Mitchell? That's right.

I've got something for you.

All right.

It's closed!

You shouldn't blame yourself.

All the others are safe.

Who else should I blame?

Something's beginning to
emerge, but it's a negative.

Go on.

Fifteen men and three women, all
working at some time for intelligence.

But there were record and cipher clerks,
low-level couriers, typists, small fry.

So why did someone want them dead?

Because of something they possessed.

Information?

It has to be.

But that's the negative.

They never had access to top secrets.

They seemed to know nothing of importance.

Individually, they know
nothing of significance, but...

suppose each holds the
tiny piece of a jigsaw.

Collectively, they can complete a picture.

A picture of the man who wanted them dead.

Well, where are they now?

We've got them under
protection. They're safe.

I think we should call them
in here and talk to them.

Wasting your time, you know?

You'd be a fool to come back here.

Crazy.

Mind you, he wasn't the
brightest thing on two

legs, was he? No, I thought he was sweet.

All the sweets he eats.

He's just arrived.

Oh, he's arrived. He's an idiot.

End of the line, fat man.

I've got a match here. The whole
place is soaked in petrol. So are you.

You strike that, you'll fry.

Thank you for your cooperation. Thank you.

Would you ask Mr Flynn to come
in, please? Oh, yes, certainly.

How many more? Two after Flynn.

You worked with Flynn,
didn't you? For a few months.

I think you'll find him forthright.

Miss Walsh. It's been a long time.

Twelve years.

This is George Carley, head of C.I.P.

Carley? How do you do?

Sit down, Flynn.

Tell me, have you any idea why
someone would want to kill you?

I might have.

For eight years, I worked in the box
at Orly. The decoding center? Yes.

I was senior British cipher clerk.

Attached to the army?

Correct.

But I was still officially MI5.

What exactly were your
duties? We handled top-secret

dispatches, documents, orders for NATO.

Stuff was being flown in
all the time. Go on. One day,

a batch of coded letters
went missing. Important?

Very.

The balloon went up.

They got them back.

Yes, the Russian courier was caught
trying to get to the east. I remember the panic.

The point is, with the
security set up at Orly,

it had to be an inside job and
someone near the top. Who was in charge?

It was an army major.

He's come a long way since those days.

He's your boss now, Mr
Cowley. The minister.

Would you give us a few minutes, Flynn?

I'd be glad to.

I told you he was forthright.

How much is there in what he says?

It's basically true.

There was an inquiry, of course.

The minister was cleared. And?

The file remains open.

Who set it up, Ferris?

I'm saying nothing. Wait.

Who supplied the money?

No idea. Where are you taking me?

I said, where are you taking me?

Don't worry, it's soundproof.

What do you mean, soundproof?

He meant no one will hear your screams.

You don't bluff me.

I won't talk.

Heard you the first time,
that's why you're here.

Let's get on with it.

Sir.

What's he doing?

Filling a bath.

Or at least half filling.

We don't want to make a mess.

All right, four-fifths. Send Sparks down
with his box of tricks, will you, please?

Thank you.

What you gonna do?

Give you a bit of a shock.

Might jolt your memory.

I don't know anything.

Well, that's enough water.

I don't even know what he looks like.

Please.

I'm going to give you one chance.

Don't try anything stupid.

We'll hear every word. Wait.

Why did you ask for this meeting?
I want to get out of the country.

Let's take him. I need a passport.

Papers. Why should I give you papers?

I could be useful.

I could work for you in another country.

You're a fool.

No, you're the fool.

He's in the black saloon. Stop him.

Almus.

Cyanide? Yeah.

Do you know him?

Yes, I know him.

His name's Kovac.

KGB.

You've solved it?

Yes.

When I heard about Kovac,
it was relatively easy.

The KGB would only assign one of its
top majors to something important.

To protect one of their own?

Yes.

A traitor.

A double agent.

Unsuspected, secure.

Except for something in his past.

Something those 18 people just might
have pieced together. A small risk.

The KGB don't take risks. So they
arranged to have them all eliminated.

Give me the name.

Names?

There are two of them.

The first is Cowley.

George.

A puzzle board is part fact,
part logic, and part intuition.

I rejected the first name.

Your intuition?

My logic.

The other name?

Dawson Nigel.

Former pimply youth...

Lately, Russian spy.

You sure?

I'm certain.

But I haven't a shred of evidence.

You'll have to get the proof yourself.

That won't be easy.

Would be a lot easier if Kovac was alive.

But then, of course,
Dawson doesn't know he's dead.

You're a remarkable woman, Liz.

I was.

Once. Well done.

OK, let's go down.

Hello, Dawson.

Carly!

What are you doing here?
Oh, keeping you informed.

A joint project, remember?

I thought all that business
was over. We caught a Russian.

KGB.

Did you?

What's his name?

Kovac.

Why are you keeping him?

Interrogation center.

He told you anything
interesting yet? Not yet.

But we'll crack him.

He'll tell us everything he knows.

Well, let me know what happens.

Oh, by the way, my man
Williams seems to be missing.

Send him back sometime, will you?

Well?

Office, home, office, club,
home, 24-hour tail, nothing.

The idea was to scare him
into running. It's not working.

Maybe he knows Kovac is
dead. What about Williams?

We can't hold him forever.

Where is he? Interrogation center.

Quick word with Cowley
and you're free to go.

Thanks for nothing.

You're a fool. No, you're the
fool, Kovac. Give us a name.

Sounds like he's busy with the Russian.

Why should I?

Because you'll tell us in the end.

What is it, Doyle?

Williamson.

Do you really think I
would walk into a trap?

You'll tell us in the end.

Well, does he want to see me or not?

Ah, Williams.

I just wanted to apologize for any
inconvenience we might have caused you. Right.

Are you quite sure it was the Russian?

This, uh... Kovac, sir.

And Cowley was interrogating? Just talk.

He'll be handed over to the experts.

They'll crack him.

I'm quite sure you're right.

Good.

Thank you, Williams. Thanks, sir.

There he goes.

Where's he heading?

Looks like he's heading for the river.

Don't lose it.

Got a spare mag?

Yeah, in the car. He's got a
Rammus. I've got a V-ray pistol.

Got one shot.

Take it, Kurt.

What happened?

We got a puncture.

I thought I'd release it this afternoon.

A sad loss.

A valued servant. The man was a spy.

A Russian agent.

No need to wash one's
dirty linen in public.

Oh, give the press what you like.

What concerns me is how
many more Dawsons are there?

Thank you.