All language subtitles for Mission.Impossible.S03E15.The.System.DVDRip.XviD-SAiNTS

Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

The man you are looking at
is Constantine Victor,

the syndicate's boss contractor,
known to his associates as Mr. V.

Recently, a grand jury indicted Victor
for murder

and he has been out on bail
awaiting trial.

Then yesterday, the prosecution's
star witness was killed,

and it appears the case
will have to be dropped.

Only one other man, Johnny Costa,
Victor's close friend for over ten years,

knows enough to convict Mr. V.

Costa himself seems invulnerable
as he currently runs

the syndicate's gambling operation
in an area where gambling is legal.

Your mission, Jim, should you decide
to accept it,

is to get Costa to talk, and make sure
that Mr. V is convicted.

As always, should you or any
of your IM Force be caught or killed,

the secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

Please dispose of this tape
in the usual manner.

Good luck, Jim.

There are no windows, one door.

It's made of reinforced steel.

It's impenetrable.

What's the activating pressure
on the floor, Jim?

A piece of paper
will set off the alarm, Willy.

So I'll make sure that my feet
never touch the floor.

All right now, we've made
special arrangements to have any calls

that Costa makes to the New York
telephone booth transferred to us.

How long is our control, Jim?

Twenty-four hours.

Because of their fear
of bugging devices,

they communicate telephone booth
to telephone booth only.

And as an added precaution,
every 24 hours, they change booths.

Now, how about the voices, Rollin?

This is Markos.
Mr. V will be on in a minute.

This is Markos.
Mr. V will be on in a minute.

Hello, Johnny, this is Mr. V.

From what I've been hearing...

Business is doing great.

I've been thinking about opening up
another casino.

Good. That's perfect, Rollin.

Jim, what is Costa really like?

Well, he's a man who is totally
in control,

totally secure, and to all appearances,
totally detached.

That's all, coming out.

- Coming out.
- Come on, seven.

Come on.

Seven.

Four's the point. Four. Give me four.

- Do it again, honey.
- Any crap.

Give me the hard way four.

Come on, four. Hello, four.

Four. Blind four. It's all right, man.

- Five-dollar chips.
- Shooter coming out.

All right, coming up.
Here we go now.

Now, seven. Hello, seven.

- Seven, coming up.
- Thank you.

Seven again.

- Both shooter, no play. Coming up.
- Another seven.

Seven. Hello, seven.

Well, pay the line, seven to win.

- Ten-dollar chips, please.
- Coming up. Here we go.

- Nine.
- Coming up.

Throw the hard way.

Come on, let's see it again.
Here we go.

All right, hello, seven. Come on.

- Who needs an eight?
- Place the eight.

Anybody for the hard one?

Who wants the eight of hearts?

Okay, everybody ready?
Here we go.

Hello, eight.

Big winner rolls again.

One more time, let's see a seven.
Here we go, seven.

- Hello, seven.
- Another seven, pay the line.

Hey, how about that?

Anybody for a crack at 11?

All right, let's do that again.
Here we go. Come on, seven.

Seven, a winner. Seven.

Coming out again.

Yeah?

Which table?

Right.

- Trouble, Johnny.
- Where?

The big guy hitting numbers on one.

Coming up, make that seven.

Here we go now.

And here we go again, and...

Seven.

Seven. Pay the line.

- I knew I could do it.
- The yellow chip, please.

Good evening, Mister...

Mason, Vince Mason.

Mr. Costa wants a few words
with you.

Okay.

Don't worry about your chips.
I'll take care of them for you.

Sure.

Kindly come this way.

Don't forget to lose, Cinnamon.

Excellent fakes.
Where did you get them?

It's a trade secret.

I wouldn't do that if I were you,
Mr. Costa.

Why not?

Came a long way to sell you
a very valuable piece of information.

If I go to the hospital,
you'll never hear it.

Are you saying the dice
are calling cards?

Figured you'd listen seriously to a man
who'd risk a beating just to talk to you.

Go ahead, talk.

Well, what I'm selling
is strictly private.

You've got exactly 60 seconds.

All right, Mr. Costa, I'm not a gambler,
I'm a hit man for the organisation.

Last week, I was offered a contract.

So?

So the contract is on you.

I don't believe you.

It doesn't really
make any difference

whether you believe me or not.

You're marked for extinction.

Why didn't you take the job?

I don't like big hits.
They make waves, I don't like them.

Just what is it you're selling?

I'm selling the face of the man
who's gonna hit you.

I know who they hired.

Who's they?

They, I don't know, middlemen.
I know who's gonna kill you.

Your time's up. I don't believe you.

Nobody would dare
put out a contract on me.

That's where you're wrong,
Mr. Costa.

I don't buy cheap hustlers.

No dice.

Sooner or later,
you're gonna believe me.

And if either one of these guys
lays a hand on me,

the price of what I'm selling
goes up double, maybe even triple.

That'll make it an expensive beating.

Let him go.

If you change your mind
and wanna do business,

I'm at the Gulfstream Motel.

Make sure he gets out of here.

Here we go now.

Come on, dice.

Good evening.

Long distance.

I wanna place a call to New York.

- Hello.
- This is Johnny Costa.

I wanna talk to Mr. V.

What's your number?

Hang up and wait.

Hello, Costa?

Where's Mr. V?

He's busy. You got a problem?

Maybe.

Do you know if there have been
any contracts put out in the last week?

- Why?
- Do you?

No, no one's out to get hit.
Why do you ask?

Some guy just told me
there was a contract out on me.

He's crazy. What's his name?

He didn't tell me.

Where is he,
still around the casino?

No. Why?

I know Mr. V would wanna take care
of anybody that worried you.

By the way, Mr. V is sending
a guy, Anderson, there.

He's a bookkeeper.
You open the books to him.

Don't hold anything back.
Mr. V's orders.

- Now, wait a minute...
- Gotta go.

Nineteen. Pay 20.

Who do I see to get credit?

Can I help you?

If you can okay some credit for me,
you can.

Well, Mr. Costa okays all markers.

Where would I find Mr. Costa?

Why don't you have a drink
in the bar?

He'll find you.

Whenever I win,
I just double my $25 bet.

And then every time I lose a bet,
I double my bets three times in a row.

It'll never work.

Oh, it does.

I've won thousands with this system.

No chance, the percentages
are against you.

They'll just grind you down.

You're just saying that
because you're afraid

I might win a fortune from you.

Oh, we love system players.

In fact, if I had known
you had a system,

I would have sent a car for you.

All right, I'll have to show you.

You just okay some gambling credit
for me,

and you'll see just how well it works.

How much?

Five hundred dollars.

All right, I'd say you're worth 500.

I'd say I'm worth more than that.

Just take this to the cashier's cage
and he'll give you 500 in chips for it.

How do I thank you?

We'll figure something out.

Perfect.

All right.

Hello, Mr. V.

Don't talk, just listen, Arnie.

Anderson says you're clean,
and that's good enough for me.

But you're to take no more orders
from Costa, understand?

All right, now, he'll say "yes," or
"I understand, Mr. V."

He's dipped into the till
for the last time.

Now he's gotta pay for it.

Until the whole matter's settled,
you'll take orders from Anderson.

Afterwards, you're in charge
of the operation.

Now.

This is Arnie, Mr. V.

I know who it is.
Just shut up and listen.

Anderson says you're clean,
and that's good enough for me, Arnie.

But you're to take no more orders
from Costa, understand?

Whatever Arnie says in the way
of assent,

Barney'll go into your
dipping-into-the-till speech.

Right.

Now, let's try it all the way
from the top again.

- Who's this?
- You know who it is, Arnie.

It's Mr. V. Keep quiet and listen.

Anderson says you're clean,
and that's good enough for me.

Who's there?

Guy named Anderson
wants to see you.

- Send him in.
- You're in.

Anderson.

- Herbert Anderson, Mr. Costa.
- The bookkeeper.

Yes...

Mr. Victor would like an audit
of the books.

He would also like me to organise
a new bookkeeping system.

What's wrong with the one
we got now?

Oh, there's nothing wrong with it,
it's just that...

What?

The new system
will bring everything

into more prescribed
business practices.

Everything will be, shall I say,
more controlled.

By who?

By New York.

Why? There was no need
to operate that way before.

I'm only relaying
Mr. Victor's instructions.

There is nothing personal in all this.

We merely intend to use
this new system

in all of our enterprises.

We're starting here at the casino
to see if it works.

And now, if we can get down
to business, I'd like to see

yesterday's count.
Shall we start with that?

What was last night's count?

One hundred seventy-three thousand,
684.

My count is 198,684,

which is $25,000 more
than you declared.

That's impossible.
You must have added wrong.

No. I've checked my figures twice,
they're quite correct.

It's you who made the mistake.

I've been making this count for the
past seven years and there's never...

First time
they've been cross-checked.

- There was never any need to.
- That's somebody else's mistake.

- I don't like what you're saying.
- I don't like what I've seen.

You're pushing for a hospital bed
or the morgue.

Funny.

I'd think
it was the other way around.

However, before tempers flare,

I'm sure there's a reasonable
explanation for the discrepancy.

And I'm sure you will find it.

Quickly.

Hi, Mr. Costa. I got your message.

You can drop that smile
off your face.

I still haven't bought
that contract story yet.

So why'd you send for me?

These middlemen.
Did you get any of their names?

No, they talked about a Mr. A.

Said he'd deliver the money
after I made the hit.

Can you spot the hit man
if he shows?

I can spot him.

You'd better be able to,
if you're on the level.

Otherwise, I'm not the only one
that will get killed.

I've got to check on a few things.
I'll be back in a few minutes.

Oh, well, that's good,
because I can use the time.

I've got a new system
that's going to break you.

If you'll just okay a cheque,
you can go back to work.

How much?

Two hundred and fifty.

Do you mind if I thank you later?

Fine. I was counting on it.

I'd like to cash this, please.

Yes, ma'am.

There's no problem, Mr. Costa
has already okayed it.

I understand that, ma'am,
but on cheques of this size,

I like to get Mr. Costa's
personal okay.

Twenty-five thousand dollars.

Fifty-dollar chips, please.

Here you are.

Nineteen, pay 20.

Seventeen, pay 18.

He's here.

Where?

Thousand-dollar chips, please.

I'll mark these a thousand.

Window.

What was that all about?

Nothing, just cheap swindling.

Forget it.

I dealt her seconds
till she hit $30,000.

I see.

This is a private office.

Yes, I didn't think you'd mind
if we waited here for you.

What we have to say
is quite private.

Like what?

Shut the door.

Shut the door.

Why aren't you in the cage?

Because I pulled him out.

Because he cashed a cheque
for $25,000 for your girlfriend.

Twenty-five thousand dollars?
What are you talking about?

But you okayed it, Mr. Costa.

I even double-checked it with you
on the floor.

Don't you remember?

I never okayed any cheque
worth $25,000.

Is that your signature?

How could it be?

I didn't write it.
It's gotta be a forgery.

What about this one?

A little note to your house mechanic
telling him to feed your girlfriend

winning cards up to $30,000.

Thirty thousand?

You dealt her $30,000
worth of winning cards?

But it had your okay on it, Mr. Costa.

I never wrote this either.

Somebody is setting me up.

It's a big mistake.

Yes.

You seem to be making
a lot of mistakes, Mr. Costa.

Unfortunately, you don't know
how to rectify them.

I'm being framed.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

Yes, so am I.

Perhaps Mr. Victor
will know the answer.

Where are you going?

To make a telephone call.

- There's a phone right here.
- Yes, I know.

It's a private call.

I want him stopped for good.

All right, mister. Come with us.

- I'm waiting for a call.
- You're not.

If you had any brains,
you'd wait for it too.

Come on.

You're as stupid as Costa.

If you keep this up,
you'll be as dead as Costa.

Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. V.

Yes, it's just as you suspected.

No, it's just Costa.
No one else is involved.

Well, as a matter of fact,
he's right here now.

Just a moment.

Arnie, Mr. V would like to talk to you.

Yes, Mr. V.

Don't talk, just listen, Arnie.

Anderson says you're clean,
and that's good enough for me.

You're to take no more orders
from Costa, understand?

Yes, Mr. V.

He's dipped into the till
for the last time.

Now he's gotta pay for it.

Until the whole matter settles,
you'll take orders from Anderson.

Afterwards, you're in charge
of the operation.

Yes, Mr. V.

Now, listen, after the casino
closes tonight,

I want all security pulled out,
understand?

I want you and Wilson
to be out of here too.

Make sure you've got alibis
for all your movements, understand?

How do you know Costa will
come back here? He might just run.

Not with 200,000 in the safe.

He'll be back.

All right, I'll tell you.

I was just trying to beat the casino,
that's all.

I'll give you all your money back.

No sale. I've been set up.

I want to know who,
I want to know why.

Now talk.

Victor sent me.

Victor?

Victor sent me to frame you,
so that when he...

You were hit,
he could justify it to the organisation.

Victor? No, you're lying.

Are you all right?

- Hello?
- Hello, this is Johnny Costa.

Get Victor to the phone fast.

Costa, sounds like he's in a sweat
about something.

Johnny, you know better
than to call me direct.

Now call me through channels.

You've put a contract out on me.

- Don't cut me off.
- Contract?

Johnny, you call me through channels,
we'll talk then.

And give your boys time
to set me up again? No thanks.

Johnny, I haven't got a hit out
on you.

Believe me, I don't know what's
happening, if you call back...

How could you do it?

How could you run so scared?

Sure the heat's on you,
but we're like brothers.

I wouldn't have squealed on you.
You could have trusted me.

I do trust you, Johnny.

If you call back
and tell me what's happened...

No.

You come to the trial.
I'll tell you what happened.

Now, wait a minute, Johnny.
Something's wrong, believe that.

I don't know what it is,
but I'm not out to hit you.

There's no contract out on you.
Believe that.

It's all right, Mr. Victor,
we've got him.

- He's not gonna give you any trouble.
- Hey, who is this?

All right, Costa, let's go.

Mr. Costa.

There's been a misunderstanding,
Mr. Costa.

There's room for negotiation.

Mr. Victor would like to make a deal.

Tell Mr. Victor I'll see him in court.