All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 1x17 - Reprisal.DVDRip.en

♪♪

Laura Ann.

Jim.

Oh, I couldn't believe it
when you called.

-It's been so long.
- Oh, much, much too long.

You look wonderful.

Uh, still soda
with a dash of lime?

(laughs):
Yes.

Your memory is extraordinary.

It's one of the things I
appreciated about you the most,

was your great memory.

Oh, this is nice.

Peaceful.

Mmm.

Cheers.

Um, you said this was important.

Is it IMF business?

This will be very important
to the IMF

and to me personally.

Imagine that,
after all these years.

Yes, imagine, after all these
years we haven't forgotten you.

And that's because I have
an extraordinary memory myself.

(Gasping, glass shatters)

(choking gasps)

(theme music playing)

Want to describe
this item for me?

Brass-plated E-flat major
harmonica.

Initials J-R-B embossed
on the left side?

Close-- J-L-B.

I'd try the trunk in the corner.

I'll be in back
if anybody knocks.

(Blipping)

(beeping)

(clicks, whirrs)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

I'm afraid I have some bad news
for you.

On the 27th of last month,
one of your former team members,

Laura Ann Wilson,
was viciously murdered.

What is most bizarre
about the case

is that your fingerprints
were found at the scene.

We know you were in Thailand
on the night of the 27th.

The local authorities,
of course,

are not privileged
to the classified information

of your whereabouts and consider
you the key suspect.

(Rewinding)

Your fingerprints
were found at the scene.

We know you were in Thailand
on the night of the 27th.

The local authorities,
of course,

are not privileged
to the classified information

of your whereabouts and consider
you the key suspect.

However, through the
intercession of the Secretary,

they have agreed to keep
the details confidential

for one week and will not issue
a warrant for your arrest.

Jim, someone has tried
to frame you for this murder.

Your mission,
which I feel you must accept,

will be to find the person
who is framing you and stop him.

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)

Go ahead, sir.

Please understand my concern.

Russell Acker
is our most dangerous patient.

He refuses
any psychiatric therapy.

In all the years he's been here,

he hasn't had a visitor
nor requested one,

until six days ago.

Six days ago,
the 27th of last month.

That's right.

That's when he put your name
on his visiting list.

Does that date
have any significance?

It's the 12th anniversary
of the day

the court declared Russell Acker
criminally insane.

Talbot, would you take this
gentleman to see Russell Acker?

Ward J.

If you'll just, uh...
sign for your pass, sir.

Like to follow me?

Thank you, Doctor.

(Man muttering softly)

Jimbo, old friend.

You missed my anniversary.

I didn't know there was a cause
for celebration.

Why not?

It was your day of triumph.

Was it?

(Acker laughs)

You're too modest, Jimbo.

You're the one that laid charges
against me.

You and your ladies!

Like Laura Ann Wilson?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sweet Laura Ann.

(laughing)

I hear she met
with a tragic death... eh?

I wonder how the others
are doing.

Leave them out of it, Acker,
it's me you're after.

(laughing)

You can't possibly consider me
a suspect in Laura Ann's murder.

I'm in a cell, in a maximum
security institution.

(laughing)

But if I were you,
I'd warn the other ladies.

- Guard! Guard!
-(running cup along bars)

Guard!

(Panting):
This man's upsetting me.

He's upsetting me a great deal.

Sir.

Oh, Jimbo.

(Panting): You promise
to stop upsetting me,

and I'll make sure your name's
on my visiting list-- yeah.

Yeah.

PHELPS:
Russell Acker is a genius,

make no mistake about that.

Yeah, my father recalls
consulting with the man

several times
at the IM laboratories.

Yes, he was responsible
for the genesis

of a lot of the tools
we currently use.

Including the latex mixture
we're still using in our masks.

Acker could've duplicated
Jim's fingerprints,

left them on a glass
at the scene of the murder.

How could someone go from being

one of our
most trusted consultants

to a homicidal maniac?

14 years ago,

Russell Acker almost lost
his life in a car accident.

He suffered a severe concussion,

he was in a coma
for over a week.

When he recovered,
he was a different man.

He became prone to fits of rage
and violence.

IMF was forced to let him go.

He opened his own research lab
and became a very wealthy man.

He also started murdering women,

and he used
his genius there, too.

He taunted the police,

and eventually,
eight women were dead.

The Secretary felt we had
an obligation to trap him.

I was assigned the mission
and I picked a team,

including three women, one
of whom was Laura Ann Wilson.

But he's in a maximum security
facility.

How could he possibly
have murdered her?

That's what we have to find out.

Nicholas will be working inside.

Yes, well,
it's all been set up.

The State assessor
will be arriving

at the Bay City State Hospital
tomorrow.

They're also do
for a little maintenance

on their electrical system.

I'll be at their service.

All right, now,
we have to believe

that Acker either murdered
Laura Ann himself

or had someone do it for him.

However he masterminded it,
he had to have an accomplice,

and that accomplice
has to be one of these men.

These are the only
five attendants

who have access to Acker's cell.

Why would anyone help
a psychopath like that?

NICHOLAS:
The song of a cash register.

Acker's millions are supposed
to be in a blind trust.

In the past few months,

$300,000
have been transferred out.

The question is,
who's collecting it?

We have to find that out before
Acker tries to kill again.

MAX:
The other team members...

have they been warned?

They will be,
as soon as I can find them.

Have you completed your tour,
Mr. Ullman?

Oh, almost everything.

I'd like to take a look
at the surveillance system.

It's not very modern,
I'm afraid.

We have applied for more
state-of-the-art equipment.

Yes, I know.
It's all under consideration.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
be here, would I?

Now, are all the cells
in the corridors monitored?

Well,
in the violent wards, yeah,

but, uh, only about 60%
of the others.

We need more.

Well, I'll be the judge
of that now, won't I?

I presume I have free reign
throughout the facility.

Your badge gives you access
to any section at any time.

Quite frankly, we'd appreciate
any recommendation you make.

Thank you.

How long is he going
to be around?

He'll be in and out
for a few days.

I met most
of those state assessors

when I worked in, uh,
Sacramento last year.

I don't recognize this one.

He has all
the necessary credentials.

(Keypad beeping)

One moment, please.

(Trilling)

(dialing)

WOMAN (on phone):
State Personnel division.

Ugh... Look, I'm sorry; I must
have dialed the wrong number.

State Personnel Division.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Yeah, I want to verify
one of the inspectors.

What's the name, please?

TALBOT:
Ullman. Roger Ullman.

Let me check that.

Yes, we have him
currently assigned

to the Bay City State Hospital.

Is he, uh, new
with your department?

Says here he came up from
our Southern California division

couple months ago.

♪♪

(beep)

Here's our boy.

You've got it, Grant.

All right, let's set up
a tape on this guy,

so we have a 24-hour record
of him, huh?

Are we into the full system
down there?

Yeah, it's pretty
antiquated, though.

No computers, so we don't have
any access to those files.

We've been working on the guards
and the attendants,

but we haven't come up
with much.

Can Nicholas get
into the personnel files?

It's on his agenda.

♪♪

(camera shutter clicks)

(shutter clicks)

-(piano plays upbeat tune)
- And one, two, three, four.

Keep the line straight.

Good. Two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Stretch. Good!

Keep the spacing.

Okay, it's looking good.

I think there--
waist-high, girls.

One, two, three, four.

And one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Stretch. Over.
Watch the spaces.

Keep in time.

Up-

- Sharon?
- SHARON: Yes?

This section isn't working
for me.

Take it from the bridge, and see

if you can't work something else
out with it, okay?

Fine. Okay, girls, quickly,
back from the top.

Original places.

Sharon?

SHARON:
Yes?

You work on that.
I'll be right back.

Okay, and five, six, seven...

Jim, it's been I... God,
I can't even remember how long.

Hong Kong, nine years ago,
we put a very dangerous

international drug dealer
out of business.

Well, it's great to see you.

Yeah.

But I suspect that you didn't
come for the memories.

No.

I'm afraid an old ghost has
come back to haunt us, Lisa.

Russell Acker.

Acker?

Mm-hmm.

They haven't released him?

No, they haven't released him.

He's still three stories
below ground

in a maximum security cell,
but he's operating again.

Oh, I'm afraid to ask.

What's he doing?

He's murdered Laura Ann.

Oh, my God.

But how?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

He either had someone
do the killing for him,

or he's figured
how to get in and out

of the hospital
where he's committed.

Lisa, you and Marilyn
also testified against him,

which puts both
of you in danger.

I'll need two hours out tonight.

Enjoy your dinner.

Hmm.

(Electronic whine)

Could I see Russell Acker?

MAN:
That's him in the middle.

Ah.

Hmm.

(laughing)

(sighs)

(groans)

♪♪

(door squeaks)

(door squeaks)

(rattling)

(grunting with effort)

♪♪

Always a pleasure doing business

with a dedicated public servant
like you, Talbot.

Now give me the keys.

No, we got to talk first.

Not here. Not now.

I'm gonna do what I have to do.

And you're gonna lie low
till I get back.

I'm taking too many risks.

I want double
what you're paying me.

This is all going to end soon,

and they'll be
a big payoff for you.

That's a promise.

Now, the keys?

(Keys jingling)

(engine starts)

(gate clanks, whirrs open)

Hi, Mom.
Rehearsal ran late. Sorry.

Well, everything I've checked
seems secure.

Did you find something?

Nothing that's going to make
anybody feel any better.

LISA:
Okay, girls, good rehearsal.

That's enough for today.

See you all tomorrow, okay?

(Indistinct conversation
continues)

The one we went to
together last week.

- LISA: Good night, girls.
- GIRLS: Good night.

Have you been able
to reach Marilyn yet?

No, and I'm getting concerned.

She lives on a ranch
in southern Oregon.

I've left several messages,
but nothing.

Black, one sugar.

Thank you.

Well, it's good to know
that some things don't change.

(Chuckles)

Oh.

Lisa, I would feel a lot better

if I could drive you
to the airport tonight

and put you on a plane
for somewhere.

I don't like running, Jim.

I never have.

You don't have to run.

You go away a few days
till we get this cleared up.

You have someone
who can cover the show for you.

It takes a lot of time to put
a show like this together.

- I don't know...
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I just don't know, Jim.

Well, maybe we can help you
make your decision.

The theater's secure, except
for the lock on the back door.

I found wax particles in it.

Someone's made a key recently.

Acker?

Of course.

You have to see
how vulnerable you are.

Lisa, please.

All right, Jim.

But only for a few days.

I have some business
I can finish in Paris anyway.

Good. That's fine.

Shannon will make
the arrangements.

Nicholas, you'd better get back
to the hospital.

Right.

Grant and I will see
what we can do

about tightening security
around here.

♪♪

(over phone):
Hi. This is Marilyn.

Please leave your name
and number,

and I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

- Thanks.
-(beep)

WOMAN:
This is Dr. Nelson's office.

Just a reminder
of your dental appointment

For tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.

-(Beep)
- This is your mother, Marilyn.

- Call.
-(beep)

This is Jim Phelps.

It's imperative I talk to you.

I'll be with Lisa Casey
until 8:00 or 9:00.

The number is 555-6262.

(Beep)

Gotcha.

Thank you.

Well, your flight leaves
for Paris

at 6:00 tomorrow morning.

Oh, not a lot of time to pack.

(Phone ringing)

Yes, he's here.

Hold on just a minute.

Jim.

Yeah.

ACKER: I'm at the
St. Mark Hotel, Jimbo.

It's Acker.

I know you've been looking
for Marilyn.

Thought I'd help you out.

Marilyn's on her way here,
Jimbo,

and I'm going to kill her
just for you.

PHELPS (over phone):
Acker...

Acker.

He's at the St. Mark Hotel.

Jim, it must be a trap.

Call the police.

He says he's going
to kill Marilyn.

(Gentle jazz melody plays,
guests conversing)

Marilyn.

Jim, I'm so glad
you're actually here.

I haven't seen you
for nine years.

Two days ago, you call,

tell me to drop out of sight
and meet you here.

What's going on?

It's just very important
that you trust in me.

Actually, this is a matter
of life and death.

Jim, you're scaring me.

Do you remember a man
named Russell Acker?

He's not someone
you ever forget.

I'm so glad
to hear you say that.

(Woman screaming)

Somebody do something!
(screams)

- MAN: Right away!
- WOMAN: Security!

Get security!

(Bystanders clamoring)

- WOMAN: Security!
-(woman screams)

(grunting)

it's all right.

Hang on.

This is good.

Okay... okay...

You people want to step back?

MAN: Thank you.
We'll get back to you.

That's him!

That's the murderer!

(Clamoring)

(officer shouting)

OFFICER:
Go! Go!

Hold it!

Continuing with
our late-breaking story

from the downtown
St. Mark Hotel.

The woman who was murdered

was checking in to the hotel
when attacked.

Eyewitnesses
to the brutal slaying

have identified this man
as the assailant.

Anyone having information
on the subject

is asked to contact
the San Francis--

(TV shuts off)

He's wearing a mask.

It makes sense.

He practically invented them.

But it's the voice, Nicholas--
the voice.

Jim, he's had 12 years
to perfect it.

LISA:
it's the perfect frame.

Who would believe that anyone
could break themselves out

of a maximum security
mental institution,

commit a murder, and then check
themselves back in again?

No one, unless we prove it.

Well, there's one way.

I'm his next victim.

Oh, no, you don't.

I failed Marilyn,
and she's dead,

and that's not going
to happen to you.

I'm going to put you
on a plane for Paris.

No, Jim.

Not while you're in trouble.

I'm supposed to be
his next victim,

and I'm going to make damn sure
he knows where to find me.

Well, at last.

All my old friends
are coming to see me.

There's nothing friendly
about this,

and we both know that.

I'm supposed to be
your next victim.

Remember?

Victim?

Your buddy, Jimbo,
has been spreading

vicious rumors about me...

again.

You may be able to make
Jim Phelps into a fugitive,

but I want you
to know something--

I'm not running.

Of course, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but it sounds very, uh...
courageous.

LISA:
Courageous?!

No.

It doesn't take courage
to deal with a coward--

a man who seeks out women when
they can't defend themselves.

But then, you never were
much of a man, were you?

And I want you
to know something.

You are not running me
out of this city.

I'm going to be here,
ready for you,

if you've got the guts.

I'll see you.

This is the surveillance tape

we've been watching
from Acker's cell.

It doesn't make
for exciting viewing.

Acker eating, Acker sleeping.

And maybe Acker playing us
at our own game.

He was an old IM man.

So you asked yourself
what we'd do in his place.

Right. Now, this is what the
normal surveillance looks like.

Individual video tape images
are made up of a series

of pixels-- microscopic squares

that reflect all degrees
of light and shadow.

Now, a live image,
like the one on the right,

has almost 20% more resolution
than a copy, or an overlay.

See how much darker
the other one is?

Acker could have reflected
that image through a mirror.

Then he has a way of projecting
a short loop of film

that keeps repeating
over and over?

And what you're saying
is that Acker

wasn't in his cell
when this was on the monitor.

GRANT: If I'm right,
this is the projected image

that lets Acker out.

Come in.

They can't see you.

(Chuckling)

This is my last time out,
partner.

Where's my money?

Oh, I promise you a big payoff.

Today's your lucky day.

♪♪

(intermittent beeping)

(prolonged beep)

(intermittent beeping)

♪♪

Jim...

I'm at one
of the guard's place-- Talbot.

You better come
over here right away.

PHELPS: A scrapbook--
all of his victims.

No wonder they put him away.

Yes, really sick.

Be careful.

ACKER (over speaker):
Good morning, Jim.

I knew it would be you...

when your team
would be the only ones

Capable of finding
my little hideaway.

Interesting scenario,
wouldn't you say?

Every single piece of evidence
you need to prove your innocence

is in this room, and there's
one more piece of information

in your computer,
back at your apartment,

if you get the chance
to hear it.

(laughs)

Your mission, Jim,
should you decide

to accept it,
is to survive this ordeal.

They're going to put you away
for killing those girls

just like they put me away.

They're gonna sentence you
to hell.

(Acker chuckles)

Such a pity we both know
the Secretary will disavow

any knowledge of your actions,

and, all the while,
the evidence is here.

To coin a phrase, this room will
self-destruct in five seconds.

- Out of here!
-(Acker laughing)

What did he mean about
information on the computer?

That's what I'm about
to find out.

No, it's a trick,
you can't trust him.

He has to kill Lisa
to get at me.

Now, you and the others
protect her.

I'll meet you at the theater
as soon as I can.

All right.

(Remote beeps)

(beep)

♪♪

I-I just don't like it.

Jim's taking too big a risk.

Yeah, but the logic's sound.

Now, Acker's intentions
are clear--

he's out to frame Jim,
not kill him.

We've just got to make sure
we're one step ahead.

Up to it?

Yes.

I helped put him away once
before... and I'll do it again.

ACKER (over speaker):
Stalk the enemy on your terms.

That was your usual method.

PHELPS:
Acker?

ACKER:
She's the last one, Jimbo.

Where are you?

Kind of gives you the creeps,
doesn't it?

(Acker laughs)

Over here.

Or over here.

Or am I right behind you, Jimbo?

The great Jim Phelps.

How I love to watch you squirm.

(laughing)

We did real good.

(laughing)

-(sniffs)
- Yeah.

(Acker laughs;
Phelps groans, coughs)

Oh, Jimbo.

(laughs)

How careless.

Sodium diazonol--
a contact anesthetic.

You use it in your spray cans
to knock people out,

but you always forget who was
responsible for discovering it.

We did good, huh?

You'll be awake by the time
the police get here.

(Grunting)

(chuckles)

Very nice, very nice.

ACKER'S VOICE:
Very clumsy of you.

Oh, so very clumsy.

We did really good, didn't we?

(Typing)

(computer trilling)

And now, Mr. Phelps, I'm
on my way to take care of Lisa.

Sodium diazonol.

Well, it's a good thing
we didn't forget

Grant found a way
of neutralizing it.

Yeah, Acker thinks
he has the upper hand.

That'll work in our favor.

Grant.

Right here, Jim.

Is Lisa all set?

You better believe it.

Tell her to get ready
for the great performance.

This is the one that counts.

That's Grant's signal.

(Door opens)

Jim... is that you?

Jim?

Yes... and I have some good news

about our friend Acker.

History repeats itself.

Well, how's that?

A car accident.

They took him to the hospital
and he was dead on arrival.

Lisa, it's all over.

Oh, Jim.

It's over for all of us.

What about the police?

They found enough evidence
in his car to clear me.

I'm a free man.

Oh, that's great, Jim.

Well, I think that this calls
for a celebration.

Oh, well, later.

I think Lisa's kind of upset
and I'm...

Why don't you go ahead
and I'll call you tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm not gonna argue with that.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

(Door opens)

(door closes)

Oh, Lisa.

Oh, my, my.

Jim, what makes a person
like that?

Well, who can say?

I mean, Russell Acker
was a genius.

He was driven
by voices and urges

that he could neither understand
nor resist.

(Sighs)

Jim, you really sound
like you understand the man.

Yeah, perhaps we are
sort of the same person.

Now, that's not as bizarre
as it sounds.

I mean, psychiatrists say
that genius and madness

are opposite sides
of the same coin.

Wouldn't you agree with that?

I think it's about time
we upstaged our Mr. Acker.

(Over monitor): isn't there
a touch of madness in all of us?

- Set ready.
- Right.

PHELPS (over monitor):
What is it they say?

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone.

Oh, Lisa, you always were
my favorite.

I always save the best
till the last.

(Grunting)

ACKER:
Phelps!

(Grunts)

I know it's you.

What?

(Grunting)

PHELPS (over P.A.):
it's over, Acker.

We have all the proof we need.

Phelps.

Now you're a dead man,
Phelps... a dead man.

Where are you...?!

No.

(Groans)

(gun trigger clicking)

See, Acker?

It's all done with mirrors.

Oh, Lisa, you always were
my favorite.

I didn't kill those girls.

He did.

(laughing)

(gasping)

No... he did.

(laughing)

I'm not mad.

No, I didn't kill those girls.

He did.

(Panting):
He did.

(Acker laughing)

Will he ever come back?

Not from where he's going.

(laughing)

(theme music playing)