All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 1x16 - The Plague.DVDRip.en

♪♪

(beeping)

(Alarm blaring)

(man shouting in French)

(speaking French)

(alarm blaring)

(alarm blaring)

Is this it?

Is this what you wanted
so badly?

Oh, yes.

MAN: Now will you stop
blackmailing me?

(Hiss)

(silenced gunshot)

(groans)

(gunshots)

(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

(theme music playing)

(Dolphins squeaking)

What's the old saying?
"God's most obedient creatures."

As loyal as they come.

But always entertaining.

You can feed them
yourself, if you like.

There's something
fresh in the cooler.

(Beeping)

(beeping)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

The man you're looking at
is General Dupuis.

He was shot dead yesterday

after a break-in at a military
institute in Paris.

We believe he was being
blackmailed

and was subsequently murdered

after fulfilling his part in a
scheme inspired by this woman--

Catherine Balzac.

Balzac is
a ruthless entrepreneur

who traffics in
black market intelligence.

In the last 18 months,

she has been responsible for the
trading of code red information

on top secret developments
in weaponry.

Her latest coup could result

in the death and disfigurement
of millions.

Western scientists working
in top secret laboratories

developed a new strain of
bacteria code-named Xerxes,

which greatly accelerates
the aging process

of human vital organs.

So horrific was
this new development

that all research into it
was abandoned

and records destroyed.

It was the only remaining sample
of the Xerxes bacteria

that Balzac obtained
from the theft

and has offered for sale
as a weapon.

Jim, if the stolen bacteria
is being stored

in unsafe conditions, it could
create a major disaster

within 72 hours.

Your mission,
should you decide to accept it,

is to recover
this most deadly substance

and neutralize Catherine Balzac.

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)

You want me, you need me,
you love me.

You want me,
you need me, you love me.

That should do it.

I still haven't sung
professionally in eight years.

Well, with this doctored
cassette as accompaniment,

you'll sound as sweet
as a nightingale.

I can understand a machine
that can make anyone

sound like a great singer,

but why all this "You want me,
you need me"?

We take that "I want you,
I need you" track--

bring it down to white noise
as we raise the orchestration.

It's what's known as
a subliminal implant.

It won't be detected
under the music.

(Piano playing soft melody)

Nice work, Grant.

You mean, you can't
hear this implant?

Oh, only
on a subconscious level.

Now they've done tests
in supermarkets.

A voice track repeats

"You're an honest person,
you don't steal," over and over.

It's reduced shoplifting
by a significant amount.

Yes, it can also make you buy
a certain product,

think certain thoughts,
vote for a certain government.

Well, in my case, it's going
to make the audience

want me, need me.

Hmm. I'm going to be a star.

PHELPS: You're going to be a
star in a very dangerous spot--

The Red Hand Club.

Madame Balzac uses the nightclub
as a cover-up.

We think the bacteria is hidden
somewhere in the club.

Catherine Balzac--
Basque French extraction.

Educated in the United States.

Ex-model.

About to do business with...
this man.

NICHOLAS: Professor Franz Lotte
of the Potsdam Institute.

Balzac has presold the bacteria
to Eastern European terrorists.

Lotte is being sent by them

to test and verify the bacteria
before payment is made.

Do Balzac or any of her people
know the professor by sight?

We don't think so,
but we can't be sure.

Well, it's also a risk
we've got to take.

And with time being at such
a premium and so much at stake,

Lotte's strain comes in
first thing in the morning.

So, Nicholas and I will be
inside the club.

Right.

Now, you notice anything?

The earrings.

Right. They were a gift

from the shah
for her 21st birthday.

She always wears them, and along
with Grant's white noise,

we're going to use them

to make Catherine Balzac lead us
right to the bacteria.

Hmm.

(Car horns honking)

(bicycle bell rings)

(crowd chatter, whistling)

Merci, monsieur.

(Speaking French)

Merci.

(Piano playing soft melody,
crowd chatter)

♪ Quand il me
prend dans ses bras ♪

♪ II me parle tout bas ♪

♪ Je vois Ia vie en rose ♪

♪ II me dit
des mots d'amour... ♪

I do not know what it is,

but this girl--
she has something.

♪ Et ga me fait quelque chose ♪

I have never seen the men look
so attentive.

That is good.

♪ Une part du bonheur ♪

(woman speaking French)

♪ Dont je connais Ia cause ♪

Who is that?

Let me find out.

♪ C'est lui pour moi,
moi pour lui dans Ia vie ♪

♪ ll me l'a dit... ♪

Excuse me. I am the manager.

I thought I knew all my members.

(With Southern accent):
Well, you don't know this one,

because I'm not a member.

Milton. Barton Milton.

Atlanta, Georgia.

My daddy, the colonel,
told me to drop by.

As a private club, we usually
expect prior notification,

but since the colonel
is such a good friend,

I do not see a problem.

Welcome.

Merci. Bien.

You people sure are
well-appointed here.

Paris is the city of romance.

We do our best
to assist this notion.

Please...

enjoy yourself.

♪ Je vois Ia vie en rose ♪

♪ ll me dit des mots
d'amour... ♪

Colonel Milton--
does he have a son?

Yes.

Is that supposed to be him?

MAN:
This is what he claims.

Perhaps we should have a chat
with Mr. Milton.

According to the colonel,

his son is 15 years old.

♪ Une part du bonheur ♪

♪ Dont je connais Ia cause ♪

♪ C'est lui pour moi,
moi pour lui dans la vie ♪

♪ ll me l'a dit,
l'a juré pour la vie... ♪

Sorry.

You sure do have
some pretty girls here.

I have to drag you away again,
Mr. Milton.

We need to discuss
your membership.

What, right now?

Will only take a moment.

It's club rules.

♪ Mon coeur qui bat... ♪

You people sure are persuasive.

(Song ends, audience applauds)

(slow music plays,
audience murmurs)

We've been working
on this all night.

Who are you working for,
Mr. Milton?

You sorely test our patience.

Who?

All right.

All right, enough.

I'll tell you.

Ma'am.

(Groaning)

(door opens)

He is as strong as an ox.

And probably not much smarter.

BALZAC (over phone):
Here he comes. Follow him.

- Yes, ma'am. Right away.
- D'accord.

♪♪

Get him!

♪♪

Run!

(Gunshots)

Stop!

♪♪

Nice jump.

Better let the others know.

Grant, everything's going
according to schedule.

Jim's just been grabbed.

Looks like we're about ready
to get our man, too.

NICHOLAS:
There's Professor Lotte now.

Excuse me. Professor Lotte?

(Gasps)

Come on. Sit down.

So, Mr. Chandler,
you are a scientist.

And you arrived in Paris
this week.

What is your specific interest
in my club?

You did send the other
American here.

Mr. Milton
from Atlanta, Georgia.

I sent him because I know
about the bacteria.

I paid him to find it
and steal it back.

Steal it back?
What are you talking about?

The Xerxes bacteria.

I created it.

What is your governments
involvement in this?

They're as desperate
for the return of the bacteria

as I am, but I am acting
on my own.

This could be a matter
of life and death,

and quite possibly your death,
Madame Balzac.

Permit me.

This photograph was taken

only hours after the break-in
at the institute.

General Dupuis,
who is believed responsible,

died of gunshot wounds,
but he was not the only one

to forfeit his life.

Somehow these people
were infected with the bacteria.

I don't know--

maybe the seal on the container
was damaged in the theft.

What does this
have to do with me?

Well, you will have
to tell me that yourself.

But if the container had a leak,

it had to have happened
during the handover.

If the seal was broken,
any little change in temperature

could release the bacteria.

A fascinating tale, I'm sure.

But how do you connect this
science fiction with my club?

General Dupuis' widow
suspected something--

some involvement,
maybe blackmail.

Now, I checked up,
and the general

spent a lot of time
in your club.

Now, please understand,

it's bad enough
that I created this monster,

but to see it unleashed on
millions of innocent people...

Mr. Chandler!

This meeting is over.

Your wild theories
are groundless

and, I would suggest, very
dangerous if aired in public.

PHELPS (over speaker):
Madame Balzac,

you have to listen to me.

BALZAC (over speaker):
I don't have to do anything.

I have heard enough!
This meeting is over.

She sounds really rattled.

Jim's really got her going.

Now, wait.
Wait a minute, please.

When someone is exposed,
that person's decline

is tortured and not
necessarily immediate,

so whoever handled the bacteria
is still very much in danger.

I know what I'm talking about.

Now, perhaps you
will believe me.

I'm the only one ever exposed
to have survived.

Well, Mr. Chandler,
you are really wasting my time.

I apologize for your less
than orthodox introduction

to my club, but I believe
that only squares the ledger.

Good day.

PHELPS: You know from my papers
where I'm staying.

Please consider
what I've told you.

What do you think?

We have to wait and see
what Professor Lotte has to say.

Is the lab fully operational?

Yes, of course.

How long?

Well, the good professor
should sleep peacefully

for at least 36 hours.

You look like a pirate.

Mmm. Well, right now I'll settle
for being Professor Lotte.

I think I know everything
about him from his shoe size...

-to his favorite knockwurst.
- SHANNON: Hmm.

Nicholas...

you'll have to be very careful
with the bacteria.

Even with the best precautions,
it's still extremely dangerous.

I will.

You'll also need this.

It contains a special polymer.

Watch.

Normally,
it takes five to six minutes

in contact with the air

to dry.

Or we can speed things up.

If you don't mind, Shannon.

I don't mind.

(Dryer whirring)

Hmm.

Madame Balzac will think

all her birthdays
have come at once.

Professor Lotte.

Madame Balzac
is waiting for you.

Please lead the way.

Madame.

Professor Lotte,
Catherine Balzac.

It is an honor.

We trust everything
is satisfactory.

Obviously not
what you'd be used to

at the Dresden Institute,
but still.

Dresden?

My laboratory's in Potsdam.

I see.

It's crude, but effective.

As I must authenticate
the bacteria,

no doubt you must
authenticate me.

Precaution, Professor.

We are dealing
with very valuable material.

Mmm.

Do you have everything you need?

Everything except
the bacteria itself.

As you can see, Professor,
the microscope is projecting

a magnified image of the virus
onto the monitor screen.

You will understand
our precautions.

NICHOLAS:
Amazing.

Totally unique configuration.

Is this all you have?

Oh, no, merely a sample,
Professor.

The rest is in our safekeeping.

Until we get the $20 million.

(Chuckles)

No, that's out of the question.

I must test all of it.

Happily, Professor.

When we receive the money.

Oh, Professor, one question.

I'm intrigued.

The bacteria...

do you know its origin?

It is said to have started
by the Americans.

From research developed
during the Vietnam War.

The Americans?

Chandler's passport.

He spent eight years, Vietnam.

Thank you, Professor.
We'll leave you to your work.

(Door closes)

Jim. Are you there?

We're here, Nicholas.

NICHOLAS:
Well, I'm in.

And it's what we were afraid of.

Madame Balzac's going to give me
a small sample of the bacteria,

and the rest is hidden.

God knows where.

GRANT:
Jim...

if that stuffs being held
in unstable conditions,

we've got about 24 hours before
all of Europe is hit with

the worst plague since
the Middle Ages.

Nicholas, you'll have to
transfer the sample bacteria.

It's the only way

we can be sure it's kept
under controlled conditions.

Grant will talk you through it.

I'm ready.

GRANT (over radio):
All right, partner.

Describe the mechanism to me.

There are joysticks that
operate the mechanical arm

behind the glass
where the sample is.

GRANT:
Right, good.

Those should operate
on the same principle

as video game controls.

Is there an airlock?

Yes, there is.

Open it.

Take our container,
put it inside the airlock,

and close it again.

It's done.

Using the mechanical arm,

bring our container across
to the other one.

(Whirring)

it's in place.

Is the bacteria accessible?

Yes, it is.

Now...

slowly, slowly,
remove the vial.

(Whirring)

(footsteps approaching)

Damn.

Oh, my God!

I've cracked the glass.

Stay calm, friend.

You have 15 seconds to
complete the transfer

before the bacteria
becomes virulent.

I can do it.

(Whirring)

- Three seconds.
- Nicholas.

(Sighs)

Transfer complete.

(Sighs, chuckles)

Well done.

All right. All right!

Now you can bring our container
back through the airlock.

With pleasure.

All right. The sample is secure,
now it's time for Madame Balzac

to tell us where
the rest of it is.

You ready with
the earring, Shannon?

She won't know the difference.

All right. Signal Grant when
it's time for the diversion.

And when does Madame Balzac
meet with the operative

from the U.S. government?

Just as soon as
she receives this.

It's exquisite.

But who is it from?
There's no card.

(Telephone ringing)

Yes?

Did you get my painting?

BALZAC:
Who is this?

The painting is beautiful,

but I gather there
are... conditions.

Just what do you
think you're doing?

BALZAC:
Please, get to the point.

If you have a blue light,
it looks even better.

Let go of my wrist.

I asked you a question.

Well, I was just...
looking at it.

It's a very beautiful piece.

You do not touch
anything in this club

that does not belong to you.

Yes, Mr. Laroux.

Bring the painting to my office.

Obviously, someone
wants to make a deal.

Part of the plans for the
Saturn Mark 2 satellite.

No one has information on that.

These plans...

must be worth...

Millions.

BALZAC: I am going
to change now, Laroux.

Be sure security is especially
tight this evening.

Of course.

(Door opens, closes)

(shower running)

(indistinct conversations)

(gasps)

That girl. Where is she?

Don't know.

(Beeping)

That's the signal.

(Telephone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Oui.

If you like my painting,
meet me at Moliere Park.

I'll have the rest
of the plans for you then.

Five o'clock.

Come alone.

BALZAC:
How will I recognize you?

Fine. I'll be there.

(Hangs up receiver)

(whirring)

All right. The earring
should be in place.

Exactly how is
this going to work?

The same basic principle I used

to enhance Shannon's
singing voice.

Oh, subliminals.

Sounds the hearer doesn't
even know he's hearing.

That's right.

Only in this case, Madame Balzac

will be the only one
hearing the effect.

In the first stage, the sounds
and frequencies he'll be using

will cause great anxiety.

In the second stage,
I'll use a sonic frequency.

That'll disturb her middle ear,

affecting her balance.

Anxiety, then dizziness.

Growing symptoms of a
Xerxes virus infection.

(Indistinct voices)

(soft piano music plays)

The man with
the painting called.

I'm going to see him now.

That girl, that singer.
You seen her anywhere?

No.

♪ When you just give love ♪

♪ And never get love ♪

♪ You'd better let love depart ♪

♪ I know it's so ♪

♪ And yet I know ♪

♪ I can't get you
out of my heart ♪

♪ You... ♪

Very punctual.

You'll find there's precision
in everything I do, Mister.

Are you alone?

Yes.

That's good.

You obviously like
the painting we sent.

We have the rest of the plans

for the Saturn Mark Two
satellite,

as well as many more secrets
to offer.

We want the Xerxes bacteria.

You almost sound desperate.

Is this a balm
to the American conscience,

or are you trying to save it
from acute embarrassment?

You just don't get it.

We know about your meeting
with the scientist, Chandler.

He's the one man who survived
exposure to the bacteria.

And he survived because he knows

how to reorder
the cell component.

He saved one life.

Perhaps he can save others.

If he has time.

Everyone who was at
the institute

the night of the break-in
is at risk.

Security guards, cleaning crew,
morgue attendants.

Everyone, including you.

The clock is ticking,
Miss Balzac.

If you're trying
to frighten me,

you're wasting your time.

I have never felt better.

Well, you better hope to hell
it stays that way,

because if you ever
do need Chandler's help,

he may be hard for you to find.

Hmm.

He told me he will have nothing
to do with your government.

That assumes he had a choice
in the matter.

He's our property now.

He's in our custody.

And if you've been infected...

you'll have to deal with us.

♪♪

(sighs)

Try and stay out of trouble,
will you?

Yeah.

BALZAC: Professor Lotte has
to verify as soon as possible.

I want that bacteria
out of our lives.

(Phone ringing)

Yes.

PHELPS:
Madame Balzac, it's Chandler.

You've got to help me.

The Americans came to my hotel.

I've only just now escaped.

Where are you?

Can you make it to my club?

Well, I don't know
that that's safe.

They were talking about
keeping it under surveillance.

They must know that you have
the bacteria in your possession.

Mr. Chandler...

the bacteria,
if, uh, one became infected,

what are the symptoms?

Well, anxiety, a feeling
of what I call dysrhythmia,

occasional loss of balance.

And then?

Well, complete destruction
of cells, loss of vision.

But why? Don't tell me you're
getting some of the symptoms.

Hey, what is it?
What happened?

Well, what are the symptoms?

This affects me, too, you know.

There's absolutely nothing
to be alarmed about.

Don't worry.

(Device beeps)

Shannon, she's all yours.

♪You ♪

♪ Made me leave... ♪

(distorted whoosh)

♪ You took my love ♪

♪ And now you're gone ♪

-(Distorted whoosh)
-(gasps, grunts)

Is something wrong?

No. I'm fine.

Professor, we need to talk.

What is that?

The bacteria in solution.

Are you crazy?

It reacts with hydrogen,
and it's still effective.

- But...
- Do you realize what this means?

That is dangerous.
It should not be exposed.

No, but not in solution.

It's perfectly safe.

Look.

(Whirring)

-(Balzac gasps)
-(Nicholas yells)

What have you done?

- Quick!
- What have you done?

Wash it off quickly!

- No!
- What...?

My God.

We are all going to die,

and there's nothing
we can do to stop it.

Right now, Balzac and Laroux

are getting a taste
of their own medicine.

Let's see just how desperate
it makes them.

(Beeps)

(phone beeping)

Yes.

MAN (over speaker):
The American, Chandler,

is here to see you.

He's in bad shape.

Quickly, bring him in.

Oh, no!

What is happening to us?

You have not
been telling me the truth!

Shut up and let me think.

Mr. Chandler.

The bacteria. Look.

Well, you said you had been
infected once yourself.

That doesn't mean I'm immune.

BALZAC (over speaker):
But you know how to reorganize

the cell components.

You must do it again.

For both of us.

Well, it's not possible.

There's no time or equipment.

♪ Since I fell ♪

♪ For you... ♪

(distorted whoosh)

Yes.

Yes, we have the equipment.

Hurry, please.

Please!

NICHOLAS:
Stay out of here.

You've been infected.

The whole area
has been contaminated.

Look! it's a nightmare.

This is the man
that developed the bacteria.

There must be something
you can do.

NICHOLAS:
No, it's too late.

It's too late for all of us.

This the equipment you need?

Well, possibly, but he's right--
it's too late.

There isn't time.

♪ Bring such misery and ♪

♪ Pain... ♪

(distorted whoosh)

The lights.

What about them?

There is something wrong
with the lights.

Oh, no, this can't...

this can't be happening
to me now.

What?

Well, what are you
talking about?

The final stage,
when the vision becomes erratic.

No. No.

Do something.

No, it cannot be like this!

I'd rather kill myself first!

Let's stop him.
He'll infect others.

Let him leave.
No use to us anyway.

But you are.

I'll help you, on one condition.

You tell me where the rest
of the bacteria is

so I can destroy it
before it harms anyone else.

You surrender it to me,
and I'll help you.

♪ I guess I'll never
be the same... ♪

(distorted whoosh)

I'll tell you where it is.

You've just got to cure me.

I'm going out of my mind.

No.

There isn't time.

You fix us first.

No, you tell me
where the bacteria is,

or I do not help you.

You must.

All right.

There is a switch
hidden in my office

at the base of the fountain.

Her office-- the fountain.

I can't make any guarantees.

Just do it.

You just pray it works.

♪♪

They've kept it refrigerated.

Thank God it's still safe.

Oh.

(Sighs)

that's it?

Yes, but only enough for one,
I'm afraid.

BALZAC:
it's mine! No!

It's mine! Don't touch it.

No! Get away!

(Indistinct shouting)

LAROUX:
Give it to me!

BALZAC:
Don't touch it!

Stop it, Laroux!

Look.

BALZAC:
No.

(Balzac gasping)

(glass shatters)

(alarm ringing)

You know what I say?

A plague on both their houses.

(Theme music playing)