All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 1x12 - The Fortune.DVDRip.en

♪♪

(guard dogs barking
over speakers)

(Gasps, dogs barking)

(dogs barking)

(groans)

MAN:
We got her! We got her!

Bring her inside.

♪ In olden days,
a glimpse of stocking ♪

♪ Was looked on as
something shocking ♪

♪ Now, heaven knows ♪

♪ Anything goes... ♪

(song continues)

I'm sorry, my love,
but we've had an incident.

But I was watching a movie.

It's just coming
to the part I like.

(Casey gasps, groans)

Who is she?
Another freedom fighter?

WOMAN:
Oh, no.

♪ And black's white today,
and day's night today ♪

♪ When most guys today... ♪

...I'm afraid she's
much more than that.

Aren't you, my dear?

And much more dangerous.

♪ ...anything goes... ♪

So I am afraid we're going to
have to do something about that.

Something...

very... permanent.

(Casey yelling, grunting)

(bright swing melody playing)

♪ When wrestlers
go to drama classes ♪

♪ To learn how to please
the masses on TV shows ♪

♪ Anything goes, anything goes,
anything goes. ♪

(bright musical interlude plays)

(theme music playing)

Ah, you're closed
for maintenance.

Was it worth waiting?

Sure. Not much can go
wrong with these babies;

they're computer-controlled.

Yeah, negative friction.
Driven by electronic impulse.

Interesting concept.

You might enjoy a private ride.

(Disc whirrs)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

While in power, Luis Berezan

ruled his country
with an iron fist.

But the real power belonged to
his wife Emelia.

Political opponents by the
thousands disappeared,

at her orders.

When Berezan fell ill last year,
a popular revolution

made the country unsafe
for the dictator.

He and his wife sought
asylum in the U.S.

but only after emptying
the country's treasury.

With their investments
in the hands of this man,

Carl Crothers, they continue to
live in absolute luxury,

while the country they left
behind is bankrupt,

and the people starving.

Emelia Berezan is obsessed with
dreams of returning

to her country, and wresting
power from the people.

Their vast illegal fortune
could make this coup possible.

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

is to find and return the money
the Berezans stole

from the national treasury.

As always, should you or any

of your IM 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.

(Rapid beeping)

(hissing)

The research for this mission

is being done by
our very own Casey.

Casey?

Yes, the Secretary sent her down
on special assignment last week.

She'll be joining us there.

In the meantime, we're taking
along an extra team member

on this assignment.

This is Shannon Reed.

She has a background in
broadcast journalism

and she's been an agent
for the Secret Service

for the last five years.

Emelia Berezan.

She may be married, but that
doesn't stop her from

making an occasional field trip.

The word is that she likes
her men young and rugged.

Max?

Well, I'll do my best.

According to Casey's report,

the Berezan stronghold in the
Florida Keys

is guarded by some very highly
paid mercenaries.

If it has a vulnerable
spot, it would be...

Here.

GRANT: All communications,
television, phone, radio,

come in through
these satellite dishes.

There's no way of getting
in on the ground level.

But there will be one other line
of communication open to us.

Notice anything unusual?

No. Except they're the same
design as Luis Berezan's.

GRANT:
Try them on, Nicholas.

GRANT:
How about now?

That's clever.

Whatever I put into my
computer will appear

on the liquid crystal
display on the right lens.

Like the code to
the Berezan investments.

PHELPS:
Exactly.

And once we locate them, Luis
Berezan will transfer them

right back into
the national treasury.

Whether his wife
likes it or not.

Had any luck this season?

Yeah, caught a few sailfish,
couple of wahoo.

And one barracuda.

Hey.

You're Emelia Berezan.

I've seen you on TV.

Oh, I look dreadful on TV.

I hope I'm better in the flesh.

I'm sure you are...

Mrs. Berezan.

Excuse me.

Call me Emelia.

(Dog barks)

(dog growls)

(dog whines)

Whose car is that?

They're the two gentlemen you
were expecting, Madame Berezan.

They are early.

They should not have been let
through security.

(Cole Porter's "Anything Goes"
playing)

♪ When wrestlers go
to drama classes ♪

♪ To learn how to please
the masses on TV... ♪

(turns film off)

My love, what do you think
you're doing?

I was just trying
to be a good host.

Darling, you are not required
to provide entertainment.

Danny, would you please escort
His Excellency upstairs?

You are the man
I spoke to on the phone?

Uh, yes, ma'am,
I'm Mr. Whitaker; T.R. Whitaker.

This is my associate
Mr. Carlson.

You are early
and I am not pleased.

You people have
no consideration.

Your country offers us asylum,

and we find ourselves
being watched and spied on.

Well, I hope that you don't feel
we're spying on you, ma'am.

We're here strictly on business.

Mr. Whitaker,
you would not be standing there

if I had not had you checked out
very, very thoroughly,

so please state your business.

What would you say if I told you
that we could help

you and your husband get
your country back?

Go on.

I'm chief geologist
for Mr. Whitaker's oil company.

We've been testing
in your country.

You have
some very rich oil deposits

in your northern mountains.

A geologist?

Of course you have the
topographic studies with you.

Yes, well...

you'll have to talk
to those freedom-loving patriots

who hounded my husband
from office.

We have, Madame Berezan.

They have some insane notions
about the environment.

PHELPS:
If you were back in power,

we'd hope that you'd grant us

exclusive oil-drilling rights.

And how could we hope
to achieve that?

Coupled with military support.

There's still an element
in your country

that's very loyal
to your husband--

enough to get him reinstated--
with our help.

People deal in images,
Madame Berezan.

Your people have

the image of a virile,
strong Luis Berezan.

We'll give them back
that image of your husband;

they'll give
you back your power.

We have the ways and the means
to produce for you

a virile, strong,
healthy Luis Berezan

who will rally
his people around him.

Casey's right-- security
is just about impregnable.

There's no chance
of getting in on foot.

Guests are heading for the gate.

But every fortress
has its weak spot.

(Starts engine)

PHELPS:
Hi. You're right on time.

I'd like you to meet Grant.

Grant Collier,

- Shannon Reed.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- what's that?

An explosive device.

Smoke, flash, a big bang...

and harmless.

Oh, electronic
remote trigger, right?

That's right.

You throw...

...press this.

It'll shatter on impact.

Oh, nice installation.

Yeah, it ought to be
quite spectacular.

Well, not quite as spectacular
as my jump tonight.

- All in.
- Thanks, buddy.

(Wind whistling)

(thud)

(dog whines nearby)

(whining)

♪♪

♪♪

(beeping quietly)

Nicholas...

(over radio):
we're wired in.

Grant's in position.

PHELPS:
Good. We're on track.

Now, "turmoil,"
"in turmoil tonight."

Let's change that...

-to, uh, "chaos tonight," hm?
- Right, okay.

All right, "The Caribbean
island of Alcante..."

RADIO NEWSMAN:
...Federal disaster aid.

We'll have film
of that at 11:00.

Turning now to the local news
here in Florida,

Fort Lauderdale police
are seeking help

in identifying the body
of a young woman,

a woman whose body was
washed up on a Florida beach

earlier today,
carrying no identification.

And police have asked anyone
who might be able to assist

to come forward immediately.

Persons having any
information, please call

Fort Lauderdale police.

All phone calls
will remain confidential.

-(Newscast continues)
-(Shannon speaking indistinctly)

♪♪

(people shouting,
whistle blowing)

That scene in the streets

is from one of last year's
demonstrations in Alcante,

but it looks as if
it's happening right now.

Jim?

Jim, are you okay?

What's the matter?

Oh, no, uh...

nothing's the matter.

SHANNON (on TV):
The island of Alcante

-is in chaos tonight...
- Yes, dear?

Madame Berezan, there's
a report from Alcante.

- I thought you'd want to see--
- Oh. Shh, shh!

SHANNON: ...death of Alcante 's
ousted dictator, Luis Berezan.

Berezan has been living
in exile in Florida

but has not been seen
in public for three months,

a fact that has contributed
to the reports of his passing.

Stay tuned to this network
for further developments.

(TV clicks off)

(grunts angrily)

(phone rings)

Yes?

Madame Berezan, I just saw
an interesting news broadcast.

They are fools.
They have no facts.

You know my husband is alive.

Yes, but could he
inspire your countrymen

with a really forceful,
dynamic speech

that would make them
demand his return,

make them beg
for him to come back?

Can you guarantee
your man could do that?

I guarantee he'd give you more
options than you have right now.

All right.

Bring him tomorrow.

No, time is running short.

It has to be tonight
or not at all.

I'll be there in 30 minutes.

♪♪

- Yes, sir. Name, please?
- Mr. Whittaker

to see Madame Berezan.

Mr. Whittaker coming in.

♪♪

(dog barking in distance)

Mr. Whittaker, would you
please come with me, sir?

PHELPS: His name is David
Molliner; he's an actor.

But his skill with makeup

makes him an absolute
master of disguise.

(Emelia sighs)

Show me what he does.

Watch carefully.

(Remote control beeps)

That is uncanny.

Yes, isn't it, though.

He's also a master
of dialects and voices.

A little coaching
from your husband,

no one will be able
to tell the difference.

A televised speech?

A televised speech beamed
into every home in Alcante.

Your people will see a strong
Luis, a Luis in control.

I think you have nothing
to lose, Madame,

and everything to gain.

To go home again,
back the way it was.

The way it should be.

I'll make them suffer
for what they've put us through.

Oh, Jim, she can't be dead.

I just identified the body,
Nicholas-- it was Casey.

I can't believe it.

- How?
- NICHOLAS: Berezan.

It must have been Berezan.

PHELPS:
We don't know that yet.

It had to be-- she was keeping
them under surveillance.

Yes, she was.
She started this job,

and we're going to finish it.
And when--

I'm sorry, Jim,
I just can't do it.

I can't play my part.

You can, Max, and you will.

We all cared about Casey,
but you're the only one

who will be able to move
freely about that house,

you're the only one who will
have access to the upstairs.

And that could be the only way
that we can find out

if they did kill her,
and prove that they're guilty.

What are you talking about?

When I was on
the Berezan's roof, I saw...

video cameras, infrared cameras,

that cover every inch
of those grounds.

Now, I think it's likely
that they record

everything that goes on
in that compound.

Yeah, so?

So perhaps they recorded

what happened to Casey.

It's a long shot.

But it could be
the only evidence we'll get.

So you want the tapes.

All right.
I'll get the tapes.

I know how you all feel.

She was like a daughter to me.

We will nail whoever did this.

That's a promise.

(Whirring)

(hydraulic whirring, clack)

His Excellency will be down
shortly.

My God!

(laughs)

He's perfect.

Well, if Madame Berezan agrees,

we'll be able
to transmit a speech

to the island of Alcante
this afternoon.

If I didn't know
any better, I...

Well, I would swear
that was my husband.

I'm glad Madame Emelia
is pleased.

(Hydraulic whirring)

(clack)

He doesn't sound like me
at all.

Well, yes, we know the voice
needs a little work,

Your Excellency.

We were hoping you would help us
in that department.

In a day, I am supposed
to teach this actor

to be like me?

Gentlemen, my husband will help
in any way he can.

If he is supposed to be me,
what about his glasses, eh?

I could never look
into those hot television lights

without my glasses.

Oh. That's better.

Yes, isn't it?

Now be careful
with the glass, please.

Come on.

Yeah. Hold it.

(Vehicle rumbles)

Hello?

Mrs. Berezan.

Oh, I-I told you,
it's Emelia.

What's your name anyway?

(Instrumental
rock music playing on tape)

Jack. Jack Mills.

(Music stops, beeping)

(key clicks, engine rumbles)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

Excuse me.

What'd you do,
buy up the whole store?

When I see something I want,
I buy it.

(Engine humming)

Well, maybe you just can't
buy everything.

Everything has its price.

Hey, watch out!

(Beep, Emelia screams)

(crowd gasps, shouts)

(engine roaring)

They tried to kill me!

They tried to kill me!

Relax. It's all over.

They'll pay.
I swear they'll pay.

(Emelia yells)

(sighs)

For my hero.

I cannot believe
that those so-called patriots

would actually follow us
to Florida

and try to attack me.

After all I've done
for my country.

Try to knock off a simple
fisherman in the bargain.

You are such
a beautiful liar, Jack.

Do you know something I don't?

I know you're not a fisherman.

I had you checked out.

(Max chuckles)

You like to live too well.

Doesn't everyone?

And wealthy older women help you
to do that, don't they?

They make me happy.

I make them happy.

You could get rid of them

and become
my personal bodyguard.

This place is already guarded
like a fortress.

But I'm grateful to you, Jack.

Very grateful.

Well, what your husband...

think of me being
your bodyguard?

My husband
has two interests in life--

old movies...

and sitting in his room
manipulating his investments.

Only thing he has turned on
in a year is his computer.

(Max chuckles)

And it takes him one hour
to do that.

(Keys clacking,
computer trilling quietly)

Shannon, time to call
Berezan's attorney.

What time do you want
to make the appointment?

Let's go through
the whole sequence again.

You make the appointment for
exactly three hours from now,

because that's when the Berezans
expect us to do the broadcast.

The tape will run
exactly 20 minutes.

Once it's on,
it'll occupy the Berezans

while Nicholas goes
to their attorney

and transfers everything
they own.

And Grant will have 20 minutes
to get into the computer

and feed Nicholas the data.

And if he can't,
I'll be sitting in that office

with egg all over
Berezan's face.

Well, I ain't gonna
let that happen.

(Dial tone)

(keypad beeping)

SHANNON:
Hello.

This is President Luis Berezan's
secretary.

President Berezan wishes
to make an appointment

with Mr. Crothers.

He will arrive at the office
at 4:00 p.m.

At that time, Mr. Crothers will
have an exact financial status

of the president's investments.

Well, then, he'll just have
to cancel his appointments.

I was sure that he would.

(Phone line clicks off)

Good.

I think
we're getting close here.

Let's try a run-through.

All right.

Okay.

Ready when you are.

(Shannon sighs)

This is Linda Vance
bringing you a direct hook-up

to the historic broadcast
being made

by ex-President Luis Berezan

to his one-time subjects

in the island state
of Alcante.

You guys can start
carrying this stuff in.

You can carry this in for me.

Thank you very much.

- Let me get that. -Here,
I'll get the other end for you.

No, I got it.

(Indistinct chatter)

GRANT:
Now,

the old guy
in the military uniform said

you'd help me bring
some equipment in?

You want to get a move on?

Miss Vance has agreed to host
the president's broadcast

in return for an exclusive
for her own network.

I believe you were just
in my country.

Yes, I was.

I was surprised

by the number of people
calling for your return.

MAN: You want to move
that stuff over there?

I see no reason for surprise.

(Inhales deeply)

GRANT:
Thanks, buddy.

Just put it in
the screening room, all right?

Hey.

Pretty expensive-looking
equipment there.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It was the only tape
in the room.

It's got to be the one.

What about
his financial records?

All on computer, up in his room.

How can we be sure

that people will be tuned
into this broadcast?

My staff has set up a television
relay in the mountains.

Not only will it beam in
the president's broadcast,

it will jam every other signal
as long as we're on the air.

Oh, no, no!

He's-He's using his hands
too much!

He... Nobody is going
to believe that he is me.

I don't need this, you know.

I almost had a TV series
in L.A. last year.

And besides which, I've not
received a cent in payment.

The deal was 20 grand up front,
the rest after the broadcast.

Come on-- you get your money
when we get back to the hotel.

I'm an actor, friend.

I've heard that line before.

I get paid now, or I walk.

- Madame Berezan, I'm sorry--
- Well, of course you'll be paid.

I assume you have
a bank account.

I'm not a pauper.

Good.

The money will
be transferred right now.

Videotape records images
by recording a series

of electromagnetic impulses.

When you use a tape
a second and third time,

you're rearranging
the magnetic structure

in order to create
a totally new image.

I've been working on a theory

that each recorded picture,

even after it's been wiped
and recorded over,

leaves an impression
on the tape,

which, uh, normally
would be neutralized.

Except for infrared.

Exactly.

It's entirely
different impression.

Like, um, a negative
on all the daylight film.

And you're trying
to strip the brighter images

from the videotape.

GRANT: In order to see
if the infrared ones

have been preserved.

A darker impression...

but it's still not clear.

I'm gonna try and deepen
the infrared image.

(Static hissing, crackling)

What is it, Grant?

It's coming through...

like a film negative.

Is that her?

Yeah.

That's Casey.

(Dogs barking)

(Nicholas' voice):
Hey, I am not a performing seal.

Get these people out of here.

PHELPS:
David, take it easy.

My deal says I do my bit
and then I get out.

No one said anything
about an audience.

Well, perhaps if there was
a place where Madame

and President Berezan
could watch it.

If we must, there are monitors
in our security room.

Oh, that's perfect.

Then you'll be able
to see the broadcast

the same as your people will.

But what if he starts waving
his arms again?

I'm sure Your Excellency
will be depicted

with all the respect
and dignity you deserve.

All right.

I'm going to the van.

♪♪

SHANNON:
Showtime.

This is Linda Vance bringing you

a direct hookup to the
historic broadcast being made

by ex-president Luis Berezan

to his one-time subjects
in the island state of Alcante.

(Dogs barking)

Don't stand there
like a stunned porpoise!

Open the door!

To Crothers' office...
as fast as you can.

Yes, sir.

(Typing)

President Berezan
has specifically requested

the opportunity to make
this exclusive statement.

Dear people of Alcante,
my people...

...such is the nature
of politics

in this modern world of ours

that we must constantly be
on guard

against the specter
of lies and rumors.

Some would have it
that I am no longer capable

of leading this fair
and prosperous country.

NICHOLAS (as Luis): As you can
plainly see before you,

Luis Berezan
is not yet a fleeting...

15 minutes left
till the end of the tape.

Grant, less than 15 minutes.

Everything?

But surely there's no need,
Your Excellency.

With the greatest respect,

I must urge you
to reconsider your decision.

The people want me back.

Yes, but--

Sol require my money

to rebuild the army,
for weapons, ammunition.

Well, I'm not sure
that we can just simply transfer

everything to Alcante.

The treasury are going
to want an explanation.

(Dial tone)

Then explain.

Grant, Nicholas
is stalling for time.

We've got less than ten minutes.

But onwards to tomorrow,
dear people,

and the dawning of a new light.

(Hangs up phone)

Your Excellency, forgive me,

but perhaps I should check
with Madame Berezan.

I have to get
my wife's permission?

Is that what you're saying?

Of course not, Your Excellency,

but she did mention
certain problems,

a certain vagueness,

a tendency to be,
well, a little irrational.

NICHOLAS (as Luis): A time
when agriculture and industry

will flourish manifold...

Not my words, you do understand,
they're Madame Berezan's.

She talked about a--
well, a loss of memory.

You think I'm irrational,
uh, vague, huh?

Oh, no, no, no, no, not I.

Madame Berezan...

Loss of memory, hmm?

For your own protection,
Your Excellency,

let me just talk
to Madame Emelia.

Ten million...

U.S. Treasury bonds...

...maturing...

December 17, 1999.

$130,134,000

in bullion.

Uncut diamonds--

703 stones, value--

$3,408,300.

Antique coins
and postage stamp collection--

$2,170,100.

And is that enough
for you, Mr. Crothers?

Do you still think that I suffer
from lapses of memory,

a certain vagueness,
a tendency to be irrational?

I'm sorry, Your Excellency,
forgive me, I was,

I was really just concerned
for your own security.

Then perhaps
we can commence the transfer.

Yes, yes, immediately.

(Typing)

(over speaker):
That's it, Your Excellency,

all your funds
have been transferred.

NICHOLAS (as Luis):
I salute you,

my people.

(Steady tone sounding)

What is going on here?

Oh, it must be some problem
with the transmission.

W-Where's the regular program?

The actor-- where is he?

As a matter of fact,
he's visiting your attorney,

doing a little business
on your behalf.

Business? What business?

Transferring your funds
back where they belong.

Back to the people of Alcante.

Jack...

And there's nothing
you can do to stop it.

The money, the treasury bonds--

it's all gone,
every stolen nickel.

This is
what we've been looking for.

You have no right, you...

We have asylum in this country.

This is a copy of something
we're sending to the FBI.

It just might interest you.

This is evidence enough

to have you indicted
and convicted

for the murder of Casey Randall.

You're going down.

No one can touch me.

It's all over, Emelia.

You're going to jail
for the rest of your life

and that's too good for you.

You can't touch me.

No one can touch me.

I am Emelia Berezan.

My people will protect me.

My people.

My people will protect me.

Citizens of Alcante,
do not believe the lies

that they are spreading.

I am coming home,
home to Alcante,

home to my own country.

Your Emelia, your beloved Emelia

is coming home

and I place myself
under your protection,

and I will bring back your Luis.

(laughing):
Yes, your president,

fit and strong, ready to rule

for the protection
of his countrymen.

Luis?

Come, my love.

Tell them, tell them
that we are going home.

(Beeps)

(film projector whirring)

♪ Has gone mad today ♪

♪ And good's bad today,
and black's white today... ♪

Luis...

your subjects are waiting,
darling.

Tell them, tell them that they,

that they need us

and, and that they,
they love us.

You decrepit old fool.

Tell them.

The people,
the people of Alcante.

They need us!

(Typing)

(theme music playing)