All language subtitles for The Professionals - 5x11 - No Stone

I talked this morning with Sir George.

What's he say?

He still thinks we need more.

I've told them everything I know.

Everything.

Facts, codes, names. Yes,
Mr. Kilkenny's aware of that.

He thinks it'll be a nominal sentence.

I'll still have to do time. Well,
open prison, police supervision,

they're good at these things.

Someone will stick a knife in me.

You should see the way
they look at me in here.

That accident in the kitchen.

Hmm. Sir George wondered
if you knew anything about

arms dumps, bomb
repositories, anything like that.

There's an arms dump in a
field in Kent. There is?

Yes.

Could you find it? Of course I can.

That's it then.

Might be the difference
between five years and nothing.

What do I have to do?

Don't mention my name. This is
your idea. You must get the credit.

Wait till I've been gone, say, about an
hour, then contact the prison governor.

Tell him about it. He'll call the judge.

And you think this could swing it?

I'd bet on it.

What did he say? It's on!

Thank you.

Ah!

Well, you missed the best part.

Oh, get him. Hey, sculling on
the Thames, mate. Up before six.

You weren't. No, I wasn't.
How do you guess? I've seen it.

Well, number 19's growing
cannabis in his window box. Yeah, fact.

Either that or petunias.
24-hour round-the-clock

oboe for 14 days is
not much to show, is it?

No.

You get your skates
on, you catch communion.

I'm on Robbie Allison's caper.
I don't know about that one.

I'm collecting Jimmy Kilpin from the
local nick. What, Supergrass Julian?

None other. Where are you taking him?

Somewhere high?

To dig up some guns, bombs, etc.

Oh, we're short, are we? Guns, bombs,
etc. He's a right little mind of information,

isn't he? Yeah, singing for his supper.

What's in the sarnies? Jam.

Strawberry? Raspberry.

Who else is going apart from Alison?

Er, me, Alison, couple of the lads.

Transit van, picks, shovels,
nutcrackers, the whole shebang.

Picked a nice day, didn't you?
Got overtime. You're kidding.

Double bubble.

Extra mouth to feed.

All comes in handy. Well, I've only
got one mouth, that's old enough.

Yeah, but look at the size of it.

Like he's talking.

Waste of time, this. You can tell
Uncle George. Well, he knows, mate.

We've come to wrap it up.

Drop in sometime, Ray.

June often talks about you.

They all do, my son.

See you. Sayonara.

Bye, Brian. What do you like, then? Soon.

Not your sort.

What was that?

Oh, she's witty, attractive,
intelligent, she's got personality.

The key. Open.

Right, which way now?

Over there.

Come on, boys, let's go.

Alan, mind the shop. Tell them
we've arrived. Right, you ask it.

Right place. Positive.

9-6 to face, over.

For God's sake, hurry.

Go ahead, 9-6.

We've been jumped!

Get up! You.

Why?

I've come for you, Jimmy.

On record!

Can you walk?

Could try, can't I?
Right. Give him a hand.

Why do you want me?

Guess.

Tell them to confirm helicopter.

Also, I want a unit of SPG as
backup, with roadblocks and dog handlers.

Come in, 4-5. 4-5.

Operation Judas Blow.

Extensive casualties. Rendezvous
with Alpha 1 at grid reference 325663.

We're on our way, 4-5 now.

There's one dead, two critically wounded,
sir. Kilpin? No sign. Blood tracks there.

Looks as if they wounded one.

See if you can pick up the trail
that way. Come on, quick! Quick!

Where were you? With the van.

Bottom of the track.

You'll be in hospital
within minutes, Robbie.

I'll go with him.

Go, Gabriel.

Go. Do you recognize her?

No.

She... All right, brother.

All right. Save your phone now.

Cigarettes.

Anything else?

Bless you.

Come on, let's get out. We
can't leave him. We've got to.

He's finished.

Night.

Reynolds and Ellison badly wounded.

What about Kilpin? Gone.

Shut him by the spent shells. I'd say
five, maybe six of them. Nine mils.

One's a girl, and it looks as though
another one's wounded. Some girl. I want them,

and I want them fast.
Maximum effort, no stone unturned.

Know what I mean? You'll get them, sir.

He had a nice cushy number in
the fraud squad till he met me.

Will you tell his message?

Someone has to.

Look, they just kept on questioning me
on and on. They wouldn't let me sleep.

All the tricks.

I just couldn't help it.

You were trained. Capture's always a
risk. They twisted everything I said.

They haven't said anything.

They wouldn't have been able to twist it.

So what are you going to do with me?

We'll finish what the court began.

Hooray!

What a treat!

Ooh!

Well, why didn't you call? Hey, I've got
you all to myself. Cookie's out on a job.

Yeah, I know.

Well, what do you think?

Bloomin'.

Liar.

I looked at myself in the bath last night.

Like Mr. Michelin.

I'm way over what I was
with Danny. Pound's over.

Can you stay for lunch?

See what I'm doing? Fill in the
freezer. Well, you know what cooking's like.

How can you have a name like cook
and be so useless in the kitchen?

Anyway, this time I'm gonna
have them all stocked up.

Plenty of instructions
and... What's wrong?

Uh, sit down, June.

What? What is it?

It's a cookie.

Trouble.

It's worse than that.

Is he hurt?

No.

No, no, I don't believe it.

Listen.

I don't want to listen. No, don't
tell me. Go away. It isn't true.

I don't want to know. Get off!

It was you.

You talked him into it.

More money, more chances. You bastard!

Bastard, bastard!

It's all right for you. You
haven't got anyone, any kids, any wife.

You can go and play cowboys for the rest
of your bloody, miserable, selfish life.

So you're to come back here.

I'm off to the court again
tomorrow. Mind if I look through his stuff?

Such as it is. Do you know him?

Not really.

Used to oversee his exercise, that's all.

Has he got any friends?

Ah, Mr. Brodie. You turn Queen's Evidence.

Grass and all your mates.
Doesn't exactly put you in the charts.

All right, I'll rephrase it. Any enemies?

Like the whole of Ewing?

Well, someone's got a message to him. Who?

How? Could have
happened at the court. Yeah,

could, but let's imagine not. Any ideas?

Grapevine operates, even in here.

Had a visit yesterday. Yeah?
From his brief. Could be routine.

Did you get to talk to him?

No.

Well, you go. I have to stay.
So you've no idea what was said?

What's his name, brief?

Hockley. What, Tim Hockley?

None other.

King of the bleeding hearts.

Whatever was said seemed
to gee up young Jimmy.

Oh, Tom.

So far, you've heard nothing.

He must have been led into it.

It's appalling. Another word. What if I
offered a reward, a substantial reward?

You'd get calls from every
crank and halfwit in the country.

Yeah.

But would it do any good? I doubt it.

I think, if you don't mind
my saying so, Mr. Cowley...

You underestimate the
purchasing power of the pound.

Translated literally,
every man has his price.

You believe that?

No, but my father does.

An issue share capital of 15 million,
reserves of 112 million, 73,000 shareholders,

38,000 employees, 6 million
square feet of storage space.

I have to disagree. Mr.
Kilpin, you missed the point.

Jimmy belongs to a generation in revolt
against richness, vast wealth, privilege.

Why do you laugh?

The only dirt he ever saw was mud.

On the playing fields of Eden.

Half-baked, maybe, but
idealism nonetheless. Yes?

Yes, yes, yes. All right.
Would you excuse me, please?

You're wasting your time.

Am I?

Three people shot.

All because of Jimmy.

If you choose to look at it that
way, yes. Drink? No, thank you.

Why would they want him?

Snatching him from under our noses,
that's a coup. A front page all over the world.

Another kick in the
teeth for law and order.

My father, he'll never admit anything.

The infallibility of the
pound, it's remarkable.

How did a lad like Jimmy
get involved with terrorism?

Corrupted by affluence?

Danny does a lot of entertaining.

One time, half his guests
seem to be servants of the law.

Judges, JPs, barristers.

Hard not to conclude that the
law is a prerogative of the rich.

Hard to think that
shooting three men in a clearing

on a Sunday morning
does much for his case.

When? 20 minutes ago in
the middle of the operation.

What about Alison?

Very touching girl.

You don't want a dog, do you? No. It's
a golden Labrador. Cooks have got one.

Just me to shoot him.

Lovely day for a picnic.

Lovely.

Just lay one finger on him. I know.

Every lawyer of civil
liberties can lay their hands on.

James Kilpin.

You are charged on indictment that on
or about the second week in April, you,

in return for certain inducements,

did turn Queen's evidence and grass on
various friends and colleagues of yours.

As a result of this, these
former friends will all receive more

severe sentences than
otherwise might have been expected.

How say you, James
Kilpin? Guilty or not guilty?

You're sick.

The whole bloody lot of you.

How say you? Guilty or not guilty?

You're worse than the law.

Members of the jury, because
there has been a considerable

amount of publicity about this case,

I would like to instruct you
that you must close your minds

to everything except what
will take place in this court.

I'm sure you will do
your duty conscientiously.

This is mad.

Stark raving mad. The prisoner in
his own interest will remain silent.

May it please you, my lord.

I appear in this case for the prosecution.

Mr. Harkley? Yes?

Sorry to trouble you on a
Sunday. I know what day it is.

We're officers with CI5.

Mind commiserations?

Where we come in, sir?

It's more private than
out here in the hall.

I take it you heard the news
about Jimmy Kelpin? On the car radio.

He was a client of yours, wasn't he?

You're looking out to his defence?

Retain counsel, etc. Why don't
you tell me something I don't know?

Do you have any idea that
today's events would take place?

That's supposed to be a serious question.

Neither of us is laughing.

Three shot, two dead,
one on the critical list.

You call that funny, do you?

No.

You visited Kilpin yesterday. Correct.

I see you're linking the two items. Yeah.

Reasonable assumption, wouldn't you say?

You saw him at three, saw the
prisoner governor at four o'clock.

Jackie!

We'll have a witness,
just for corroboration.

Hang around, will you, till these
gentlemen have gone? You were saying?

You went to see Kilpin yesterday.
Why? He was worried about counsel.

Wondering if he was
receiving the best advice.

Classical paranoia.

I went along to reassure him. Is that all?

All. Is it on your advice to
return Queen's evidence? No comment.

So what will happen to him now?

I know no more than you do.

They went to dig up some guns. Really?

Yeah, really.

Looks like they were set up, doesn't it?

Yeah, I wonder who'd do that. Wouldn't
have been difficult for you, would it?

In his confidence and all that.

I think this has gone far enough.

Well, it looks like you had a nice picnic.

Excellent.

You're on call to your local law centre.

As you well know.

That pay for the
Porsche, does it, and all this?

I imagine you can see my annual tax
returns if you haven't already done so.

Hello, Marcus.

Lao Tzu, Hegel. I do some
spare-time book reviewing,

is that all right? Oh, yeah, it's fine.

You read this?

Bit of it?

Yeah, me.

Somewhere he says to
shoot a genocidal robot

policeman is a sacred
act. What do you think?

Depends what you mean by sacred.

I just want you to look
at a few pictures, Robbie.

See if you can spot that girl, OK? Right.

No.

This one?

No.

One on the right there.

No.

That's her.

You're sure?

There's one face I won't
forget. Judy Winant, an English girl,

now calling herself Ulrika Herzl.

Convent, educated,
bilingual, finished in Switzerland.

According to DST
report, working in Germany.

Possibly involved
diplomatic shooting in The Hague.

No doubt in your mind?

No, none at all, sir.

The boy was scared.

He didn't want to go with
them. I'm not surprised.

What happened to Cook, sir?

Reynolds?

I never recovered consciousness.

You're so young. You're just a
couple of years younger than me.

Members of the jury, are
you agreed upon your verdict?

We are.

How say you, then?

Do you find the prisoner, James
Kilpin, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty, my lord.

Prisoner at the bar, you stand convicted.

Have you anything to say why the court
should not give judgment according to law?

You're all crazy.

Mad.

I mean, what do you think you're doing?

James Kilpin, you have been found
guilty by a jury of your fellow countrymen.

With that verdict, I cordially agree.

I do not propose to waste words on you.

All that remains for me to do
now is to pass sentence upon you.

You will suffer death in
the manner authorized by law.

Amen.

Death?

What did you expect?

You're going to murder me? Not murder, no.

Execute.

We reckon your testimony will
add 50 years to their sentences.

You've deprived them of 50 years of life.

Well, we're going to do the same to you.

That's fair, isn't it?

We've suffered the violence
of the system for too long.

The legal system in this country is
a perversion of the word justice.

The law protects
corporate crime, big business,

the multinationals,
the rich, the powerful.

The law has nothing to do with justice.

Courts are built on and sustained by lies.

Establishment lies, bourgeois
lies, media lies, parental lies.

We've removed your super
snout, your jumped-up Judas.

Removed him like one removes a growth.

A malignant growth.

Organised militant struggle and
organised terrorism go side by side.

These are the tactics.

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Where did we get it?

Identical copies sent to the Times,
Reuters and ITN. What about Kilpin?

You're a gambling man, Bodie.
What do you give for his chances?

You seen the reward his father's offering?

He overlooks one thing.
They're not short of money.

Capitalized by the
KGB, trained by the PLO.

It's the terrorists Eaton and Trinity.

Direct attack on the legal
system. That's right, Dool.

Apart from routine political
flak against the SPG and ourselves,

Justice Montefiore last month
seemed like a one-off at the time.

You remember Noggold at
the Whiteman murder trial?

The famous QC mysteriously
refused to plead his client...

Mental breakdown, we thought.

Clerk of the court in
Westminster committed suicide.

Nice pattern emerging.
Kick the legal system over,

you're well on the road to anarchy.
Who was it said, charity begins at home,

justice begins next door?

Used to have a rabbit
when I was at school.

First two terms, you
could take a pet back.

Used to keep them in cages under the
trees. Rabbits, guinea pigs, mice.

Used to call him Lenin.

Headmistress found out.

Made me call him Winston.

Didn't suit him. As soon as he
stopped being Lenin, I stopped loving him.

What happened to him?

How old were you?

Nine, ten.

Listen, my father's put up a reward.

Has he?

It was on the radio.

Was it?

Why didn't you let me go?

Collect the money.

Danger.

What danger?

Better turn on than any drug.

250,000 pounds.

Buy all the bombs and
guns you'll ever want.

Putting a gun on a man.

Greatest sexual turn-on of all.

No second greatest.

Killing's the greatest.

Did you hear?

But by all the bombs,
all the bullets, all the

guns... Don't know much, do you, Comrade?

It's food costs money, not
weapons. You can get them free anywhere.

Doesn't arm light rifles, no sweat.

You want a beefsteak or a
loaf of bread, that's different.

It's good of you to give me your time.

You didn't give me any choice.

You're here two days a week?

Conscience money. Would Dr. George
Smith please go to ward 89, please?

Do you want this?

Three years ago. A bit less, actually.

You were busted on a drugs charge.

That police computer
has a lot to answer for.

I'm not trying.

Just I'm following up
any leads I can on Jimmy's

friends, characters, family, whatever.

I had a boyfriend.

He was into the Mayfair drug scene.

I became a weekend user.

He got busted. And?

Dad lined up a good lawyer.

My mother had just died. I
was under the emotional cosh.

You can work the rest out.

Yes, suspended sentence.

You clean now? What does that mean?

Occasional party joint.

Jimmy involved?

No.

Student demos, that was his bag.

Rent-a-crowd.

He drove a van.

You ever go with him?

Do I look stupid?

You'd need an anti-technist jab
to get in the truck with them.

Colourful characters.

Oh.

Very colourful.

How hard are you looking for him?

Hard.

Do you know any of the
people who snatched him?

Yeah, a couple of them. Listen, was he a
revolutionary or a poor little rich kid?

Just a baby.

A big baby.

Am I keeping you?

Dustman, post coronary.

Dustman?

No class distinction where
the thrombosis is concerned.

What did you mean, chances?

Do you want the
diplomatic handout or the truth?

That's what I thought.

Do you want a blindfold?

Any last messages?
I'll see you all in hell!

More than likely.

An envelope of photographs which I
think you might find interesting.

Anyway, I'll leave them for you.

They fed them on
tarantula legs for three weeks.

Well, that failed.

So then they tried a diet of
24-hour non-stop pop music.

To a cage full of rats.

Yeah.

There was rock, disco, punk.

You know, they all hit parade.

Then what happened? They all went gay.

A cage full of gay rats.

Straight, honest.

You don't believe me, do you? No,
you're kidding me. It's a fact. Honest.

Queer as a three-pound man.

They've executed Kilpin. Hanged him.

What's known as taking the
law into their own hands.

Looked rather tight there for a while.

Always gives me a
satisfaction to put one over on Myers.

You're just like Winnie.

True.

Women drivers.

Five pounds says she doesn't do it.
Well, make it pence, and I might.

Oh, no.

Second thoughts, I don't think
so. Never in a thousand years.

We stood there watching.
And what happened? Well,

she must have counted the car behind.

Which way was it facing?
Which way? Towards you, or away.

Oh, away, I think. Yes, yes, it was away.

So they'd be boot to boot?

Yes.

Is that important?

Could be.

Did you see the other car being parked?

I was only standing there for a second.
The minutes before, we were both in court.

Well?

Found Jimmy Kilpin's body.

Another poke in the eye
for the legal system.

Judging by the tracks, there's three cars.

Two more mobile bomb carriers. I
must assume so. Legal targets? Well,

the Bailey Temple ends of court.

With every courthouse in the country,
virtually. Let's say within a 50-mile radius.

Well, lucky for us, the bomb
didn't go off in the other trailer.

Grateful for small mercies.

Take a look at it, you two. See
if it tells you anything. Sure.

What?

Look at that. You've got a top
hat down there or something.

He's a nice little chap, isn't
he? Yeah, looks a bit like you.

There's the right color.

And the eyes.

I'll double the reward.

Information leading to an arrest.

Half a million.

Nobody's that loyal.

Right.

Mr. Copeland, money can't
solve all life's problems.

It solves more than
you give it credit for.

Don't you see it created your problem?

What?

If you'd been averagely well off,
this would never have happened.

Jimmy would have had nothing to rebel
against, nothing to feel guilty about.

Cowley.

My father never once had
five pounds in a bank.

Oh, he felt guilty.

That was real guilt.

Takes a good picture, doesn't he, Ray?

Yeah, he does.

Well, that one's very photogenic.

All right, I've seen enough.

Should I be impressed?

Depends.

On what? How smart you
are. What was wrong with

your office phone? I happened to be out.

You happened to be out.

Play it to him, Ray.

I'll say this once, and that's all.
I'm in the phone box at Temple Station.

I have an envelope of photographs
which I think you might find interesting.

That's supposed to be me?

Yeah.

Could have been anyone from
Donald Duck to Mao Tse Tung.

Sounded very much like you to
me. Yeah, to a T. It would.

Yeah, it's got to sound great
when the labs are finished with it.

Take out the treble, build up the bass,
pinch of salt, filter out the traffic,

it'll be perfect. In other
words, a routine made in Britain,

good old-fashioned fit-up. That's right.

Don't you think Jimmy
Kilping was stitched up?

Poor little rich kid
worried about his dad's money.

He finished up looking up a rope.

Yeah.

You know, if I were you, Tim, I'd
get on my bike and start pedaling.

Yeah, it's better for
everybody if you scoot.

How do I know I can trust you?

You don't.

Before we turn this blind eye,
Hockley, there's just one question.

Oh, yeah, Ulrica and
her merry men, where are

they? You don't think
I'd know, do you? Yeah.

I've no idea. Ah.

They wouldn't tell me.

Well, at least you admit you knew them.

Yeah, mission over, is it? Mission
accomplished. Out of thought. What happens now?

Up and running? Probably. How?

Same answer. I don't know.

Think.

No, it's no use.

Try.

An airline bucket shop.

Trans-Asiatic. Gerrard Street.

Chances are they'd buy
their tickets there. Good luck.

Will passengers please proceed to gate
number three with their boarding? Thank you.

Can you give me a lost
or stolen run on vehicle

registration number Golf
Uniform Lima, 748 Lima?

The vehicle is a Ford
Cortina. You mean it is now? Yeah,

it's a 72-73 vehicle
registration. And a 77 car.

Car reported lost or stolen
at Zulu Delta last Tuesday.

It wasn't a Ford then, it was a Citroen.

Right, Alex, call the bomb squad.

Second bomb's been found.

Bottom of Fleet Street.
Well, courts of justice.

Aye, that's it. Two down, one to go.

When Mrs. Jane Hunter
leaves, go to the information

desk. Mrs. Jane Hunter,
the information desk.

That's her.

We're on the evening flight to
Amsterdam. How do you want to play her?

Every minute's vital.

So let's pick her up,
start questioning her.

I wonder where her mates are among
that lot. Well, they won't be armed.

We can rely on our X-rays.

So let's pick her up.

At least if the others are there,
I'll get some reaction from them.

Leave them to me.

Thank you.

Excuse me, miss, you're
on the 1752 Amsterdam.

Right.

Got a boarding card.

Yeah.

What number is it?

What sort of baggage have you got?

Brown.

Plain.

I'm sorry to have to tell
you this, but it's split open,

because you come and tidy it
up, make an insurance claim.

Now?

Well, we don't want to
hold the flight up, do

we? If you'd like to help us, sir, please.

We've got all of them. No fuss.

Problem now is to find that last
bomb. Why don't you charge me?

We will, don't worry.

Ah, Eureka Hatzell.

It's not every day we meet
a real-life star, is it?

Maybe we should have used the VIP lounge.

We'd like to know where
you've left the three cars.

Time will tell.

Cryptic.

Very cryptic.

We'd like to know now.

We know they've got bombs in them. How
do you know? People are gonna get killed.

Kids are gonna lose eyes and limbs.

Do you want that?

Yes.

We won't help you.

Not us. It'll help the others.

Today, England. Tomorrow,
Germany, France, Holland.

In a year's time, there won't be a
courtroom in Europe working properly.

Sir?

How's it going? It's not. Tough? Yeah.

The Free Street bomb
was set for 5 o'clock.

Assuming this last one's the
same, we've got just another

hour and a half. Well,
she's very well trained.

Not so much as a lipstick or a comb.

Yeah, no vanity, you see.

It's all part of the no personality cult.

Fifty, a hundred lives, maybe more
at stake, and nothing we can do.

There isn't a clock in
that room, is there?

No.

I can give her the watch
back with all the other gear,

but with the time set forward an hour.

Then when it's 4
o'clock... She thinks it's 5.

Right. Then at 5 o'clock when the
bomb's supposed to have gone off, she might.

I say she might. Just relax a bit.

We can do better than that. I'll come in
and tell you it has gone off. All right.

And now it's too long.
Make it 40 minutes, eh?

Better change your watch too. Have to
fix the public address system as well.

No problem. I'll
contact the airport police.

Tell Bodie what we're doing.

Nice rest. All right,
George, grab some tea.

So you don't bring me any?

Seemed a bit mundane for you.

Couldn't find any hemlock.

I want to make a phone call.

That shouldn't be a problem.

When?

Later.

Don't give me any moody
about legal rights either. Here.

Look after that for now.

If I count the money.

Yeah, why not?

Don't time fly when you're having fun.

That for me. It's got sugar in it.

You have to sit with it.

One of them's named Tree.

Believe that?

Anyway, he's talking.

Liar.

All right, his name's not
Tree and he's not talking.

You don't think I'd fall for
an old trick like that, do you?

Quite right.

Anyway, it's beneath me.

What's he say?

He's a contact for Tim
Hockley, our tame brief.

That's very interesting.

Did you know that only one
of the caravans was blown up?

Did you know that?

I don't believe you.

True. It's a field day for forensics.

Why don't you charge me? I've never come
across anybody so anxious to get charged.

All right.

How long will you leave it, sir?

Oh, another five
minutes. Makes you fall for it.

If she doesn't, there'll be...
I will not even think about it.

Britannia Airways announce the departure
at 17.30 hours of flight BY1CO to Tenerife.

Will passengers please proceed to...

What's that?

Gold chain. Belonged to somebody I know.

Girl? No.

Why the law?

Start with the weakest link.

British law was so
wonderfully hypocritical.

Kick an old woman to death.

Naughty. Get your wrist slap.

But do damage to some property. Burn
a Rolls Royce. Break a few windows.

When was this?

Just after five.

How many casualties?

Five dead, more than 30 injured.

More of your handiwork.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Which was yours?
Hell's Court, Fleet Street?

Wrighton Square, the Magistrate's Court.

Cowley, it's Wrighton Square,
SW3, the Magistrate's Court.

Can't win them all, though.

It's not as late as you
think. He watches fast.

But the flight announcements?

Oh, you speak nicely to
them, they'll say anything.

It's fine.

I'll go straight in there with
the ukrain line and the cortex.

Firing now!

My God.