All language subtitles for mission_impossible_s01e15_the_devils

Thank you.

Quite a sight, isn't it?

It reminds me of the poet's line, I must
go down to the sea again, to the lonely

sea in the sky.

I don't think he was talking about
shrimp trawlers.

Maybe not.

You ever fish for lobster?

We lay out a few putts when the shrimp
aren't running.

Good morning, Jim. In the past year, two
high -ranking Western diplomats based

in London, men entrusted with many of
their country's secrets, have committed

suicide. And yet another, an American,
has been committed to an asylum for the

insane. There seems to be only one thing
the diplomats had in common. They were

all regular guests of this man, Lord
Holman, third baron of Saffron Copden, a

wealthy member of the British House of
Lords.

and, we believe, a traitor to his
country.

We suspect that Holman involves his
guests in some sort of disreputable

activity, then uses this to blackmail
them into selling state secrets.

Your mission, Jim, should you decide to
accept it, is to establish whether

Holman is guilty and to ensure he pays
for his crimes.

As always, should you or any member of
the I .M. Force be caught or killed, the

Secretary will disavow any knowledge of
your actions.

This disc will self -destruct in five
seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

Pass your hand over that.

Like this?

Holman's estate, Cobden Manor.

Well, I finally get my chance for a
weekend with aristocracy.

And I'm a gypsy?

The bodies of three young women have
been recovered from a lake about a mile

from Holman's estate.

Each girl was killed by a knife thrust
to the chest.

One of the girls was an American, a
tourist.

You think there's a connection with Lord
Holman?

Well, Comden Manor was built on land
where the ancient druids held their

festival of the summer solstice and
offered their sacrifices.

The solstice is next week, right?

Yes. We're going to get there four days
earlier, and that'll be part of our

cover.

Druid megaliths can still be found on
the manor grounds.

But the druids haven't been in Britain
for centuries.

Well, the druids might be long gone.

But every year, cultists, spiritualists,
hippies gather at Comden Manor to

celebrate the occasion.

Lord Holman refuses to break that
tradition.

And there will be some other guests at
the manor as well.

Holman has invited some of his peers,
ostensibly to watch the festivities such

as they are.

We think he has more devious plans.

And so have I.

His trauma was undoubtedly induced by
his feelings of guilt over his treason.

I doubt if anything you do will get
through to him, but I have been

to let you try.

Call me if you need me.

Right now, he's the only hope we've got.

We have to know what happened to him.

The hypnogenic injection's taking
effect.

Every mental or emotional state creates
its own energy.

which sets up impulses in the central
nervous system.

We're trying to translate those impulses
into computer commands, the way the

cerebellum does.

Record the electro -telepathic
emanations.

The equipment we're using is in the
developmental stages.

Of course, I'm describing all this in
pretty basic terms.

The computer is programmed with all the
available data we have on Russell,

Holman, Cobden Manor.

Mr.

Russell, try to overcome your fear.

You're very much afraid.

Think about what frightens you.

Think of the manor.

Cobden Manor.

Think of Lord Holman.

Mr.

Russell.

Cobden Manor.

What happened there?

Think about Lord Holman.

Grant. What is it?

Three girls killed with single knife
thrusts.

Those images.

Goat head mask?

The girl on the altar?

Human sacrifice.

He's been involved in satanic rites.

Jim will be wearing these shoes.

The metal plates emit a fair amount of
heat.

So the inner soles are made out of
asbestos.

Twist the plate, it'll emit a gas.

Now, anyone who inhales it will suffer a
very brief lapse of consciousness.

What about these?

Check this out.

Two of you will wear these contact
lenses.

I'm going to carry a remote control with
you like this one.

They're soft lenses.

Completely safe.

You know, Jim, it doesn't make sense to
me that a man as highly educated as Lord

Holman actually believes these satanic
rites he practices.

Well, not completely.

Obviously, he uses them to involve
people in his blackmail and manipulate

any way he wants.

But by the time we've finished with him,
he'll be a true believer.

Welcome to stay here.

Celebrate the solstice.

But if my man Chalice here sees any of
you cutting timber for fires, taking

from the brook, or poaching game, he'll
fill your backsides full of buckshot and

drive you off my land.

See to it, Chalice.

Yes, sir.

There's only a few of them now.

There'll be hundreds before the end of
the week.

Gypsies. Do I run them off, sir? Let
them stay.

But give them a warning.

Good day, Your Grace.

No objections to us camping for a while?

Not if you mind your P's and Q's.

Your old man doesn't start setting his
snares around the woods.

Married to her, Your Grace.

Not likely.

You keep a civil tongue in your head or
I'll cut it out. I'm the gamekeeper, not

the blasted baronet.

No.

I'll bet that everybody takes you for
gentry.

You can save your blarney.

Just remember what I said about
poaching.

Mind your own business, and there'll be
no trouble.

Let me tell your fortune.

In return for your kindness.

I don't believe that rubbish.

This is where the girl was found, huh?

There were three girls, not just the
American.

Well, she's the only one my government's
interested in.

American tourists object to being
murdered.

Her parents have been raising a real
stink.

I'm chief constable of this county,
Lieutenant Doyle, and as far as I'm

concerned, all three girls are equally
important.

Yeah. Okay.

Whatever you say.

Look, my chief is more interested in my
expenses.

So I'll nose around a little bit, and
then I'll make my report.

Murder. By person or persons unknown.

Case closed.

That's right.

Case closed.

And you're back to U .S. a bloody A, and
three kids have forgotten.

You're not forgotten by me.

She's very good, Your Honor.

If you cross her palm, it's silver.

I see something.

Something's coming now. I see...

I see a gentleman's house.

Oh, it's here.

That's the manor. There is evil.

Great evil.

What do you see, girl?

No.

He is coming.

The great one is coming.

Who do you want of her? Who's coming?

Sam.

She saw him.

The evil one.

She's sedated now, but she won't be when
her time comes.

Touch her, Dunstan.

No, no, I... I shouldn't.

Feel her heartbeat, Dunstan.

Can you feel it?

Struggling in your hand.

You'll be initiated tonight, Dunstan.
Then you can be part of it.

Part of our offering.

Holman, you're hurting my hand.

Her name is Lucy.

She'll be our gift, Dunstan.

Our gift to the Great One.

Hello? You wanted to see me?

I understood it was the other way
around, that you wanted to see me.

I don't even know who you are.

Strange.

You've called me many, many times.

Interesting contact lenses you have,
mister.

Contact lenses?

You really think so?

I'm not impressed by cheap tricks.

State your business.

I have guests.

Oh, yes, Sir William Bede, Lord Dunstan,
the Honorable Francis Fordham. Not

exactly the kind of men you keep waiting
for dinner.

How do you know those names?

I know them all, Holman.

Tookley and Severn and Jameson. You
introduced them to me, don't you

How long did you think it could go on,
Holman, using me, my face, my rights,

without paying?

Yes. Call Chalice. He might like to
listen.

Is there trouble, my lord?

No trouble a gun can solve, Mr. Chalice.

Put it away, please.

The wiring in these old houses happens
all the time.

Yes, I suppose it does.

See to it.

I think I smell the stench of blackmail.

Whoever you are, you're wasting your
time.

Time?

What is time to me?

A few hours, a few years, a few eons.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about eternity, Lord Ullman.

Eternity at man's soul.

Don't say that.

Ah, so you know the prayer, do you?

It's dangerous.

Dangerous?

As dangerous as a man who can turn
darkness into light?

And light into dark.

Olin.

Think about eternity.

Think about the price you'd be prepared
to pay.

Find anything?

There's underground wiring here.

Heading straight for the gazebo.

No light? No power points?

Well, not above ground.

Is there a tunnel under here?

Nicholas, that pond seems to be fed by a
spring.

Uh -huh.

And the water seems to be running
underground.

I wonder where it goes.

Now that's interesting.

Do you really think so?

I've been asking a lot of questions
around the village.

Nobody's prepared to say much.

Obviously, there's been a lot of
pressure brought to bear on these folks

this thing hushed up. I'm not surprised,
considering the sort of people on

Holman's guest list.

Yes, any breath of scandal among them
could rock the government right to its

foundations.

Chief Constable, he's pretty bitter
about the lack of cooperation he's

He's a tough man, blunt, but I think he
seems genuinely concerned about what's

going on here.

Good. When the time comes, we may need
his help.

I don't know why you let them on the
estate, Holman.

Bunch of raggled, taggled, bobtailed
ruffians.

Midsomerites have been celebrated on
Cobden Manor for centuries.

Do you want to be the one to risk
stopping it?

Risk?

They come here for their drink and
debauchery and to indulge themselves in

sorts of vice.

What do you come here for, Fordham?

To Dunstan.

Why you come year after year?

Why you all come?

All

right

timer set to release the die a little
bit at a time over the next 12 hours

That should give us enough time to track
its flow.

I never laid a hand on her, I swear.

I took her in some food and she started
into me with a dinner knife.

If it had been sharp, she'd have done
for me.

Let me keep you quiet and happy, won't
you, little Lucy?

Tomorrow night.

We can wait till then, can't we?

Put her on the cot.

There'll be no more drugs for her, you
understand?

I don't want her like that.

I want her to know.

Thank you.

Seems to be some sort of initiation
ceremony.

I will come to the altar.

Save me, Lord Satan, from the
treacherous and violent.

I deny all religion.

I curse, blaspheme, and provoke with all
despite.

I denounce all priests and pastors.

I recognize only one great one, Lord
Satan.

I call upon his many names, Beelzebub,
Asmodeus, Prince of

Darkness, Diabolus, who killed both body
and soul.

And I embrace Valerio, Lord of the Five.

I wonder if they keep this up.

We're moving out.

I'm your member of the coven.

There's the dye you put in the pond.

Oh, we've seen what we need to see.

Why don't we get the hell out of here?

It'll be my pleasure.

The die was put into an ornamental pond
at Cobbin Manor.

It proves there's an underground stream
from manor to lake, nothing more.

The stream also passes through a secret
chapel.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a chapel where Lord
Holman practices Satanism.

And on at least three occasions, human
sacrifice.

Three young girls.

whose bodies were washed down into this
lake.

You tried to tell me that Lord Holman
murdered those girls?

Not only that.

We think he's planning to add a fourth
to his tally.

A sacrifice for the summer solstice.

Janet, you're the only one who can get
near the house openly without raising

suspicion. If you find out where they're
keeping the girl, contact Max.

All right.

Where will you be, Max?

I'll try to get inside through the
gazebo trapdoor. And the girl's safety

your hands.

All right.

Let's do it, Max.

I've got a fortune to tell you.

I see money.

A great deal of money.

Is that tray ready?

Oh, sir.

Nearly, sir.

Nearly.

What are you doing here?

I was telling Cook's fortune.

She's here to work, not listen to that
drivel.

You're not allowed around the house.

I was hoping for a few eggs.

Give her some eggs.

She'll only steal them if you don't.
Thank you, Your Grace, for your

Don't let me see you around here again.

Alice is taking a food tour.

No one can possibly connect the bodies
in the lake with Cobden Manor.

It seems to have been a matter of
tracing some dye from a pot in the manor

grounds.

It proves nothing, but it suggests a
lot.

I'm afraid I can't ignore it.

I couldn't agree more.

Kill him.

Make it look like an accident.

Even American policemen have accidents.

You can investigate the circumstances
yourself.

You should be used to that, Chief
Constable.

No.

Killing's your department, it's not
mine.

You'll do as you're told, Edgerton.

And you know why you will.

No, sir.

Not this time.

to get you out of here.

Shot himself?

Is he dead?

Of course he's dead, you fool.

How could he mess with a gun against his
head?

I spoke to one of his men.

We can't go on with this. It's too
dangerous. We've got to stop.

Not until I get Dunstan under control.

His access to the war office could be
worth millions.

Those two that came here, the ones with
the eyes.

Yes, the gypsy girl.

She called one of them.

She called him the master.

The evil one.

They must think I'm some kind of fool.

difficult. Shannon.

Take care of her.

Jim just called. He's on his way. Right.

I'll explain.

It's all right.

Lord Holman would like us to pay him a
visit.

Or a visitation.

Let's wait till dark, just to add that
extra touch.

You left the key in the door, you damn
fool!

From the outside, I never thought... You
never thought in your benighted life.

She could be miles away.

Then replace her!

By all that's unholy, you'll suffer like
no man has ever suffered.

You don't mind if I use your table?

You asked to see me, Lord Ullman. I'm
here.

How did you get in?

There was a cat locked.

How did I get in here, you ask me that?

Who are you?

And now you ask who I am.

You know who I am.

What do you want from me?

All of these questions, Lord Holman, I
am disappointed in you.

What do I always want?

You want my soul?

Your soul?

Are you serious?

I already have that.

Heavilishly clever stuff.

Nice job, Nicholas.

Who do you think you're playing on?

I take it you've made adequate
preparations for the summer solstice.

I will require a gift.

A gift?

Oh, come, you know what I mean.

I had a girl.

She was ready.

But you don't have her now. Is that what
you're saying, my lord?

I would be very unhappy if I were robbed
of my proper rights. You understand

that?

Better you than me, darling.

Good station, villain.

What is it?

Shannon's gone.

Max found her binoculars where she
dropped them. We think they may have her

the house.

As a replacement for Lucy.

Then let's go get her. No. She'll be
safe enough for the moment. We have to

finish this thing for good.

Nicholas, I need your help with some
makeup.

He's taken my soul.

I'm damned, Chaz.

And maybe... Maybe if I please him...
With the

girl... Would he give it back?

It's time to get ready, my pretty.

I pray to you.

Not my soul. Not my soul.

You're cute.

I give you this girl.

No.

It's too late for your prayer, Holman.

Too late.

I pray to you.

What does it profit a man if he gained
the whole world?

Lose his immortal soul.

Mission Impossible will be right back.

Tuesday, Tony's consumed with jealousy
over Angela's new co -worker on Who's

Boss? And Kevin's confrontation with a
bully causes some painful results on The

Wonder Years.

And the kids think Mom's culinary crats
leave much to be desired on Roseanne.

After, Marty needs to get away and
Hannah's cure is a cozy cabin in the

countryside.

on anything but love.

Now stay tuned for a man called Hawk.

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