All language subtitles for mission_impossible_s02e09_banshee

Thank you. Thank you.

Top of the morrow to you, Missy.

I was thinking the old folk might
appreciate a drop of the good stuff to

along with their victory.

Well, I don't know. On the house, Missy.
Compliments in McCarran's pub.

Oh, come on now. What McCarran doesn't
know, he can't be crying over.

It's very kind of you.

Up you go.

It'd have to be the old folk of
McCarran.

Catholics and Protestants, Loyalists and
Republicans, North and South. It's a

good round mix, O 'Rourke. A good round
mix.

Shine upon my brow today.

Light is fading past away.

Old people.

There's no luck in having old people.

You're a superstitious fool, LaRocque.

I remember a stretch of the Trans
-Siberian Railroad. It was really

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It'd be freezing in winter and a furnace
in summer.

That's the wonder the firemen ever
survived the trip.

And they called it the Romance of Steam.

Take a look at the detail in that
locomotive over there.

When this bus exploded, nine elderly
people on a picnic outing lost their

The sectarian hatreds which have torn
Ireland over the centuries have been

reignited in Ballynagra, with each side
accusing the other of this dreadful act

of carnage.

Brian McCarran, who purchased a
Ballynagra hotel six months ago, is

arms dealer and has no compunction in
selling to both sides.

We believe that McCarran was responsible
for the deaths of the old people, and

that this was just one more foul deed by
him to provoke violence and provide a

greater market for his illegal arms.

Your mission, Jim, should you decide to
accept it, is to bring McCarran to

justice, end his trade in arms, and
bring the warring factions of Bali Nagra

the conference table.

As always, should you or any of your 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.

If I have it, we'll make a great command
post.

Luckily, it's automated, so nobody will
be around to disturb it.

Each of these men lost a close relative
in the attack on the bus. The one on the

left is Michael Skelton.

He's a school teacher and a Republican.

Yes, the other is Jamie Carney.

Now, he works a small farm outside of
Barley McGraw.

Like Skelton, he's married to the young
family.

Unlike Skelton, he's a store supporter.

Are the government in Ulster? There's no
time for Republicans.

Who did Carney and Scullin fit into this
picture?

Well, since the bombing of the bus,
they've both become leaders of the

factions. Yeah, they're both hot
-blooded young firebrands, but they're

honest patriots, each convinced of the
justice of his own cause.

And, of course, they're caught up in the
crazy politics of an eye for an eye.

Kept on the boil by this arms dealer,
McCarran, and his murderers.

So McCarran profits from fostering
trouble.

then cashes in on Connie and Scotland's
business.

Exactly. As long as he's there to fan
the hatreds and keep up the cycle of

revenge, those two will remain enemies.

We have to change that.

Sharon, I know you sing like a dream.
How's your Irish accent?

I don't think I could sound like an
Irish Colleen to save my life.

That's exactly why you may have to.

My brother in the army If I could learn
his station In Cork or in Killarney

And if he'd come and join me We'd go
roving into Kenny I'm sure he'd treat me

better Than my darling Cork and Jenny

Timely, sir. True lover of music.

Is there anything else you'd like us to
think, sir? Do you know the rising of

the moon? Hey!

You call for that rabble -rousing trash
around here, Michael Skelton, and you'll

regret it. Who are you calling rabble,
James Carney? You British lackey.

You,

Carney! Keep to your side of the line.

And you, Michael Skelton, you can fight
like killed kitty cats outside and worse

luck to you both.

That you'll not be breaking up, Mr.
McCarran's Bob.

Would you like me to sing it with you?

Oh, maybe we should stick to silver
threads among the board. Aye, that's

the old folk were singing when they were
killed.

be a service. Yes, thank you. One stout
and one scotch whiskey.

It's a fine piece now.

Russian mail.

A supply to the officers and the Red
Army themselves.

We're defending our rights, McCarran.
Not fighting a war.

Are you not now?

That's not what young Michael Skelton
thinks.

You sold to them too.

Both sides against the middle so long as
there's a profit in it, right,

McCarran? The pistol's a 100 pound
apiece.

While I'm in a good mood.

I haven't got much choice.

I'll take six.

Michael Skelton and his boys took a
dozen.

A dozen?

And where would I get 1 ,200 pounds?

I trust you, Jamie, lad.

You've got till Friday to find the
money.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have a
moment of your attention, please?

In my hand here, I hold a 50 -pound
note.

50 pounds for the taking.

I'd be happy to buy a drink for every
lady and gentleman in this pub today,

provided there's one among you willing
to wage 10 pounds of his own. 10 pounds

against my 50.

You can beat my boy here in a fair and
honest fist fight.

I'll be accepting side wagers, of
course.

Now, who would it be?

What about you, huh?

What about you?

Gentlemen,

gentlemen, come, come.

Fifty pounds for ten.

Who will it be?

I'll fight him.

You, sir, come right up here.

Your money, sir.

And pass.

Winner takes all.

Winner takes all.

It's a bet.

How's this look?

All right, everybody.

Friend, here's boy.

You and I should talk.

You're a fine big rock of a man now, Mr.

O 'Rourke.

Well, I suppose bigger than most. None
of those terrible things would frighten

you. What terrible things?

The happenings at night.

Happenings? They say the coach of
death's been galloping.

Back and forth, back and forth. Out near
the old ruined church.

Searching for the poor lost souls of the
old folk.

You mean people have seen it?

The coach of death?

Well, every night.

And heard the banshee crying and
wailing. There'll be more deaths to come

the banshee's heard.

They should never have heard the old
man.

She's right.

Never hurt the old people.

Old people are too close.

To what? To crossing over.

They say that when you're close to
death's door, like the old folk, and

taken before time, they give you the
key.

The key.

The key, man.

The key.

Very key.

To come and go.

You can't come back from the dead.

Laughing, is it?

Whoever hurt the old people, they'll not
be laughing.

That's right.

I heard the wailing in the Keenan as
though all the world was mourning its

Did you not hear it?

Crying like the winter wind.

But she... All right, let's have some
drinks, my friends here.

You certainly know how to handle
yourself, young man.

Yeah?

Yes, I noticed that several times.

Gentlemen, cheers to you.

Now, what is it that brings you to this
chair in my life?

Well, six months in the stokehold of the
trance steamer is plenty enough for any

man.

I jumped ship in Belfast, made my way
south.

Yeah, with the police at your heels.

Bill, that's none of our business.

I do want to ask you a question.
Obviously, you're a fighting man.

Are you familiar with weapons?

Yes, sir.

I can strip a Browning automatic in 35
seconds.

I can group six shots in a three -inch
target from 300 yards with an M1

You give me an Uzi, I'll cut a door in
that wall over there in five seconds

flat.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've had a weapon.

Oh, I'm offering you a job.

Doing what?

Well, it isn't the fighter that makes
the money, son.

It's the man who puts him into the ring.

Forgive me interrupting, gentlemen.

But I wonder if you'd let me buy a
drink.

Irish saying curiosity killed the cat.

I've got a reason for asking questions,
but it's not curiosity.

Maybe I can put a little money your way.

We're certainly not averse to a little
friendly business discussion.

I should tell you in answer to your
question that we have had some dealings

some of the troubled spots around the
world.

Cuba comes to mind in my case. El
Salvador, there was one of my favorite

Lovely climate, lovely people.

I like Nicaragua and Colombia.

Yes, well, Columbia, we did have to
leave there in quite a hurry. But we

some reasonable sales.

And what was it you were selling?

Arms, McCarran.

Guns.

O 'Rourke, bring another round.

I didn't mean to pry, but I do a little
dealing myself.

Maybe if we became partners, we could
open up new markets together.

Towns, counties, then...

Maybe the whole country.

I've seen your bloody dealings in
Africa.

That was enough for me.

You can count me out.

That young man has a great deal of
knowledge now about us all.

Too much, I think.

I can fix it.

Yes, perhaps you'd better.

Just a minute.

You can use this.

For sure, there's so much shooting goes
on around here, another small pop won't

be noticed.

Go with him, O 'Rourke.

And take the shotgun from behind the
bar.

Just to be sure.

I don't need anything, sir.

Humor me, lad.

Yeah, I see him. I'll take care of it.

Well, I don't think we need to worry
about him anymore.

Maybe not.

That's why I'm here.

To make sure.

Yeah, do it.

I'd be happier if it were you.

Not that I believe that story.

What story?

Oh, it's just a superstition.

Go on, shoot him.

What in the thunder are you talking
about?

Oh, they say it's bad luck to shoot a
black man.

Not that I believe it.

Go ahead.

Shoot him.

Why should I do it?

Because McCarron sent you to make sure.

Flash your eyes. You do it. Told you
it's just superstition. Well, you do it.

on. All right.

Jim, are you so damn hard?

I'm just making it look good.

I wouldn't go down there if I were you.
You wouldn't like it.

What do you think you're doing?

To give you a little demonstration.

with that thing.

That was a stupid thing to do.

They're all the same. Defective. You
bought yourself a bunch of useless

Happens all the time.

And why are you being so helpful?

Well, McCarran, we are in the same
trade.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Yes, a starring performance.

And these babies are going to be the
worst of McCary's nightmares.

A MAC -10 submachine gun.

My, oh, that's holy.

A MAC -10.

.45 caliber, selective fire, blowback
bolt, cyclic rate of fire, 1 ,200 rounds

per minute.

How much are they?

How many can you let me have?

They're a thousand pounds apiece,
minimum order of fifty.

While I'm in a good mood.

Fifty?

Where would I get fifty thousand pounds?

I trust you, McCarran.

You've got till Friday.

And if I can't raise the money?

Well, I may just go into business for
myself.

Try that, and you wouldn't live a week.

Oh, I think we can take care of
ourselves.

Terrible, evil thing to do.

Shooting up the old people's boss.

What's the matter with you?

You've been moaning around like a
lovesick calf all night.

I didn't know about the keys.

About the old folk having keys.

What are you talking about, man? The
keys to... Death's door.

And the black man.

It's bad cess to kill a black man.

You're crazy as a loon or rock.

You told me the big fella killed the
black man.

But I was with him.

And I made the bomb that killed those
old folk.

I'm sick of your blathering.

I'm off to bed.

It's bad luck, I'm telling you.

Aim the projector exactly above the
hill.

That's where we want to throw our first
image.

And a rook will get his first look at
the banshee.

Oh, preserve me up in heaven.

Oh,

heaven

above, protect me. What in heaven's
name's going on down here?

What's all the ruckus?

Did you not hear her?

Did you not see the banshee?

I heard a cat howling in the yard. And I
heard you gibbering like a fool down

here. What got into you, man?

She came for us, McCarran. The banshee.

We're going to die. Get hold of
yourself.

You've got no courage of your own. Take
some from a bottle.

We're in trouble, McCarran.

We're profiting from death. The death of
the black man. The death of the old

people. And she doesn't like it! Listen
to me, O 'Rourke.

I've got an opportunity of getting my
hands on weapons the likes of which

they've never seen before. I can make a
fortune.

And not you or old people or banshees
are gonna stand in my way, understand?

Understand!

They won't give up their guns, the
strangers.

You can't afford to buy them.

Then if we have to, we'll just take
them.

Timing device, simple but effective.

I think it's time we issued invitations
to our two young Irish firebrands.

going to turn around slowly.

And you're not going to need a
pitchfork. I'll decide that.

Or will you?

Who I am doesn't matter.

It's what I've got that matters.

And what might that be?

Guns.

Not the rubbish McCarran sells you.

Real guns.

Bought all the guns we can afford.

Michael Skelton can afford them.

What in God's name does that man think
he's doing? Building an army?

Why don't you come to the lighthouse and
find out?

After dark.

Tonight.

What the hell does Kearney think he's
doing?

Starting an army.

Why don't you come to the lighthouse and
find out?

Tonight.

After dark.

the land With her hair thrown over her
shoulders Tied up

with a black belt

Ask for a glass of lemonade, Mr.
McCarran.

You can have whatever you can pay for.

The same applies to information.

What information?

They say that guns are being sold out at
the lighthouse after dark tonight.

Guns? Who's selling guns?

You're asking a lot for a glass of
lemonade.

Deal and direct with my customers.

What can we do about that?

I'll tell you what we can do about it.

We can go over there tonight and blow
them both away.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

They might use those machine guns on us.

Aye.

But we've got one weapon they haven't
got, O 'Rourke.

We've got surprise.

Your guest has arrived.

Let me show up with him.

Well, come in, Connie.

I just can't believe your backbone, man.

There's nothing to fear. There's more to
fear than you know.

Scott,

come on in.

Connie?

Oh, what's he doing here?

Never let me tell before never Know

what

do you think we do we use sharks and
ponies we walk

the hell's going on here? If you guys
look under the table, you'll find your

left legs manacled together.

Same as your left hands.

Now, you're not going anywhere, at least
not for a while.

I don't know who you maniacs are, but
they all are totally... Galton, if you

look up, you'll see a key hanging from
the rafter.

It is the key to both sets of handcuffs.

No way, buddy, you'll never reach it.
You damn near took the hand off me with

your trying.

What the hell is going on here? And you
shut your face, Connie. Shut your face.

Let me explain what's going on.

In about two hours, that candle's going
to burn down to the string, and that

key's going to fall on the table.

In the meantime, you guys have two hours
to fill in.

Now, you can use that time for one of
two things.

You can fight.

Or you can talk.

I'd rather die than talk with the likes
of him. And I'll take him with me to

hell. And that's surely where you'll be
going.

Gentlemen.

Holy mother.

We brought you here to give you a
chance.

A chance to think.

To ask yourselves who benefits from the
killing other than McCarran. There's the

dead crying out for vengeance.

Like your grandfather?

My grandfather was a patriot. He died
for Ireland.

And what share of Ireland did he get for
his patriotism, Jamie?

He got six foot of cold, wet ground on
the side of a boggy hill, thanks to the

likes of him.

And you ask me to forget?

No, I don't ask you to forget.

I ask you to talk.

It's up to you.

Baroque's car's broken down by now.

Now it's up to the Banshee to bring them
to this ruined church.

Help from the old people.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Listen.

Oh, God in heaven.

It's them.

The old people.

It's the old people singing.

Get off, you cowardly car.

Get off!

What's that?

It's her.

Make amends.

I'll run and warn them.

Don't be doing any more of your killing,
McCarron. I'm going to put a stop to

it. And then she'll leave me be.

The banshee will leave me be.

I'll warn them. Come back, you coward.

I'm free.

But there'd be no talk.

You'll get no word from me, skeleton.

Time to bring Connie and Sculpin into
the act.

No!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No!

It's time to ride.

Sean McCarran.

It's time to ride the coach of death.

Don't take me. Give me penance.

Oh, I confess.

I kill the old people that want me to
keep the fight going.

Give me penance.

Forgive me.

It was just to sell the guns.

I kill the old people just to sell the
guns, that's all.

He's made fools of us.

Kept us fighting so he'd buy his guns.

Murdered innocent old people to do it.

We're as much to blame as he is.

A few minutes and that key will drop.

We'll find McCarran at the old church.

It's something we should do together.

Fine.

And then, maybe, we'll talk.

If you don't mind, I'll walk.

That's exactly what McCarran said.

Next on Mission Impossible.

This ship is infected with computer
virus fire.

Abandon ship.

Computer still won't respond.

650 feet, sir. Put this ship about.

You have to proceed as boarded, sir.

Save yourself.

You're so much as plagued. You're a dead
man.

Do it. Good night, guys.

My God, I can't see.

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