All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 1x19 - Bayou.DVDRip.en

(Woman panting)

(dogs barking)

(grunting)

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(hisses)

(whimpers)

(dog whimpers, woman gasps)

(panting)

(dog whimpers)

(gasps)

(panting)

Please don't.

Don't what?

(Gasps)

Hurt you?

That's not for me to do, girl.

That's something
Mr. Morgan would like to do.

(Gasps)

(grunts)

(sniffles)

So this is the runner?

I just wanted to go home.

I won't do it again.

(Sniffles)

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, not yet
you're not sorry,

but you will be

when you feel
the price of running.

-(Whip cracks)
-(screams)

(theme music playing)

(foghorn blows)

(grunting)

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR:
Cut.

That's a print.

Okay, everybody, that's lunch.

- One hour.
-(buzzing)

Is it true that film production
is on the rise in the Bay Area?

You can't beat this city
for a backdrop.

Yeah, well,
that'd be fine with me.

I've been a movie buff
ever since I was a kid.

Well, if you like film history,

there's a book in the prop cage
you might find interesting.

(Beeping)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

This is Diane Martin,
the 18-year-old daughter

of a noted
Houston industrialist.

One week ago, she disappeared

while spending a weekend
in New Orleans.

Her wealthy father believes
she's been kidnapped

and has been waiting
for a ransom demand.

That demand may never come.

We believe she has fallen victim
to this man-- Jake Morgan.

Authorities think
he is responsible

for the disappearance
of over 100 young women

during the past two years,

but they have yet to prove
anything against him.

We believe
he is the main supplier

for an international
white slavery ring

that sells women
to the highest bidders

in Asian and African countries.

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

is to rescue Diane Martin

and prove that Morgan
is in fact guilty,

thereby ending his trade
in human flesh forever.

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)

(Dixieland jazz playing)

(playing slow jazz tune)

Hey, hey, that sounds good.

(Exhales)

Well, I'm kind of rusty, Jim,

but I guess
it's like riding a bicycle.

It don't take long to get
back with it, you know.

(Chuckles)
You all set at the club?

Yeah, it just so happens

that the band's trumpet player
had to leave town suddenly.

We'll be sitting in tonight.

Good.

Jake Morgan--
he'll be a tough nut to crack.

He's rich and he's ruthless.

So where do we begin?

Right here
at the Jambalaya Jazz Club.

It's on Bourbon Street
in the French Quarter.

Now, Morgan owns
a chain of these clubs

all across the Deep South,
but this one

is where Diane Martin was last
seen before she disappeared.

Hmm, most likely a front
for his slave trade operation.

Yes, and it's run by this woman.

NICHOLAS:
Ah, Pepper Leveau.

Now, it's believed she targets
the girls of the club,

then moves them on to Morgan.

She's his right-hand lady
and absolutely loyal to him.

We've got to find a way to drive
a wedge between the two of them.

I think voodoo
will do just that.

- Voodoo?
- The black magic religion

practiced
in the bayou backcountry.

Well, Pepper Leveau was born
and raised there,

and it's well known she believes
in voodoo ritualism.

We'll use that belief
to our advantage.

Now, Nicholas,
once Grant gets the information

on how they operate,
you will pay a visit to Morgan

and make him
an offer he can't refuse.

Right, Jim.

Ah, one more thing.

Morgan must keep some kind
of record of his transactions.

If we can get our hands on that,
we may be able

to trace the whereabouts
of the other missing girls,

because Diane Martin is not
the only one who needs saving.

Shannon, how do things look
for Pepper Leveau?

SHANNON:
King of Swords.

Not very good.

(Indistinct chatter)

(up-tempo jazz playing)

♪♪

(click, whirring)

Just who...

is the new horn player?

PEPPER: I don't know him;
he's just filling in for Mel

for the next few nights.

MORGAN:
Keep a watch on him.

I don't like guys that

drop out of the blue just when
we're about to make a shipment.

So we're going to move ahead
with the ten we've got?

In 48 hours.

$2 million for ten.

Why, that is high-end money,

and I cannot afford

to keep my buyers waiting.

Come here and have
a look at this.

You ever seen her
in here before?

PEPPER:
No.

See what her story is.

She could be a good addition
to our shipment.

I'll see you at the plantation.

I don't think
I've seen you here before.

That's 'cause I haven't been
here before.

I'm Pepper Leveau.

I manage this place.

What part of town are you...?

What's with you, woman?

The Devil.

Violence and enslavement
are the influences

that will mark your downfall.

He's black magic, evil.

(Song ends, crowd applauds)

He is crossed
by the King of Swords.

With the Devil, he is a sadist.

A dangerous person
will betray you.

Get out.

But the cards have you in danger
from someone close by.

I said get out.

(Door opens)

(door closes)

You beware of her,
Sister Leveau.

Believe me, I know.

She is best left alone.

♪♪

(car door opens)

(door closes)

What do you want?

I want to speak to Mr. Morgan.

I have an offer to make him.

I wonder if you
might be kind enough

to check these gentlemen out.

(Bird squawking in distance)

Hey!

It's a cruel world, Mr. Morgan.

We all need protection.

Aristotle Naxos.

I represent an Asian consortium

that's interested in purchasing
your latest shipment.

I'm sure I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, come now, Mr. Morgan,

neither of us is interested

in playing games
where money is involved.

Your current offer
is $2 million.

We're prepared
to pay $3 million.

Now, I am not saying that, uh,

I have the merchandise

you require.

If I did, why would I throw over
those... gentlemen that I have

been dealing with for the past
several years?

Because money moves the world,
Mr. Morgan.

You can't help
but be interested.

I would have to see the money.

After I see the merchandise.

Now, if the quality's
worth the price,

why, then you'll see the money.

And if I am interested
in your offer,

I will contact you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

(Playing mid-tempo jazz)

Now, you behave yourself.

(Pepper laughing)

Miss Leveau?

Yes.

My name is Kane.
Sam Kane.

I'm a private investigator
from Houston.

Oh. What can I do
for you, Mr. Kane?

Well, I'm investigating the
disappearance of a young woman.

She was last seen
in this club-- Diane Martin.

Sorry. Can't help you.

Hm. That surprises me.

Oh? Why is that?

Because I think
the owner of this club

is mixed up in a kidnapping ring
that's responsible

for the disappearance
of a number of young girls.

(laughs)
Mr. Morgan?

No. He's as good a man
as you can find.

(Phelps chuckles)

You ever seen that woman before?

♪♪

Yes, I've seen her--
what about it?

She's part of the deal.

She gets the girls going with
a little voodoo hocus-pocus,

then she says good-bye,
and the big guy

with the blond hair takes over

and does the dirty work.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I'm gonna
bust this case wide open

And retire on the bonus
I collect.

And I need another pair of eyes,
in return for which

I will see that
you are not implicated

when the roof falls in.

Think about it, Miss Leveau.

This is my card.

You can reach me at that number.

Hey!

(Grunts)

Get in!

Come on! Get in!

-(Grunts)
- Let's go!

(Tires squeal)

What the...?

Max?

What happened?
Are you all right?

They've got Nicholas.

(Door unlocking)

(door creaking open)

(woman gasps)

Come on.

(Woman coughing)

(woman crying quietly)

(woman coughing quietly)

(exhales)

Get up.

(Woman gasps)

That's very nice.

I think that you'll find

that they scrub up very well.

Please help us.

Help you?
(chuckles)

I'm gonna buy you.

Well, now, have you seen enough?

Yes.

I'll talk to my people tomorrow.

You can expect my call.

Blind him. Good.

(Women crying, coughing)

Good night, ladies.

(Crying, coughing)

(door locking)

GRANT: When you close the trunk,
that'll immediately

trigger the gas canister.

And how about the bullet hits?

I'll do those next.

Fire left to right,
then back, right to left.

Nicholas will have
the remote control

-to set off the squibs.
- Got it.

SHANNON:
Thank God you're okay.

- What happened?
- I've just had a private showing

of Morgan's merchandise.

Well, do you know
where they are?

They blindfolded me.

All I could hear
was the sound of water,

possibly a river.

Oh, Jim...

we got to get to those girls.

We will.

Tomorrow, Sam Kane will tighten
the screws on Mr. Morgan.

PEPPER:
I don't like it.

See, I told you grabbing
that Martin girl was a mistake.

He is just
a private investigator.

(Chuckles):
He's not the police.

PEPPER:
He's still dangerous.

What's all that he's saying
about that white trash

-in the club and the voodoo?
- I do not know her,

and I do not know anything
about this voodoo nonsense.

Morgan...

If you were to cross me,

I can make you a believer.

It is a mistake
to threaten me, Pepper.

The gators are always hungry...

...and you'd make a tasty meal.

(Vehicle approaching)

(dogs barking in distance)

(engine turns off, door opens)

That's him.
That's Kane.

Get out the back.

I can handle him.

Well, now, I hope that
you don't mind joining me

while I feed my pets, Mr. Kane.

No, no problem.

This plantation
has been in my family

since just after the ending
of the War Between the States.

Well, it's very impressive.

Ah, heritage...

good breeding.

That's what makes for it--
good breeding.

Is that so?

Why, it's a known fact,
Mr. Kane.

And...

here we are.

PHELPS:
Interesting pets.

Aren't they?

You know,
their bite exerts a pressure

of over 1,000 pounds
per square inch.

I have been fascinated by them

since one of them
took off my leg.

(Thudding)

And what is your game,
Mr. Kane?

No game, Mr. Morgan.

I've been hired
to find a missing girl,

and I think you had something
to do with her disappearance.

Now I do not intimidate easily,

and there's no use
trying to scare Pepper

when there is no proof
to your accusation.

But there will be.

And Miss Leveau will leave
you eventually

because she will not want
to go down

when you hit the wall.

Better men than you have run up
against me and failed.

I wouldn't be too sure
about that.

Why then, you just

think of this.

The pain was excruciating.

You just might not be so lucky

as to just lose a leg.

I don't intimidate easily,
either, Mr. Morgan.

(growls)

I'll see you around.

(Coughs)

NICHOLAS:
it's perfect.

Some eyebrows,
a little fine-tuning,

and, well, hello,
Mr. Morgan.

Nicholas... it's ringing.

(Phone ringing)

Morgan.

Oh, Mr. Morgan, this is Naxos.

Why, isn't that good?

I was just waiting
on your call.

Yes, well, I've been instructed

to close our deal
at the price agreed to.

Fine. And you'll bring
the money?

Well, part now, and the rest

when the merchandise
is in our possession.

(laughs)

I'll buy it.

NICHOLAS:
Good. Till tomorrow, then.

Mm.

(Sighs)

(crowd chatter)

(vibraphone solo playing)

- PEPPER: Mr. Kane.
- Miss Leveau.

What brings you here?

Well, I came to extend you
an invitation to a ceremony.

What ceremony?

A voodoo ceremony.

Mr. Kane, I wouldn't mess around
with that voodoo if I were you.

It's not the hocus-pocus
you think it is, you know.

Well, that may be, but I think
your boss is going to be there.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Remember I told you about Morgan
and that woman being tied up

with some kind
of kidnapping ring?

Tonight I may get
the final proof

that'll just button up
this case,

and if I were you, I'd want
to know what was going on.

(Percussive beat plays)

(woman screaming)

(people chanting)

(woman screams)

(snake hissing)

Le grand zombie.

The most evil
of all the ceremonies.

I don't care about that.

That young girl over there.

(Camera shutter snaps)

Well, guess who
just joined the party.

Look.

PEPPER:
Morgan.

Traitor.

(Chanting continues)

The horn player from the club.

Yeah, they're all here,
aren't they?

(Snake hisses)

L'appé vini, le grand zombie.

L'appé vini, pou fe gris-gris.

Walk, find,

sleep without eating.

(Screaming)

Zombie!

(Grant screaming)

(screaming)

(Grant screaming)

(people chanting
over percussive beat)

Scream of the undead.

I can't be here.

No!

(Grant screams)

No, no!

(Chanting continues)

(chanting stops)

(exhales)

How'd we do?

You were excellent.

Grant, you're now officially
a member of the undead.

Well, now all we have to do

is get Pepper Leveau
to join the club.

(Dogs barking)

$1 million--

the difference between our deal
and your last offer.

And the rest?

As soon as my man tells me
that the merchandise

is on the freighter
and confirms the destination.

Why, that's very good,
Mr. Naxos,

but you try to cross me

and I'll gator-bait you
before you know what's happened.

What are you doing?

I've come for some justice.

What?

You and him and that voodooing
white trash!

I was loyal to you, Morgan,
and you cut me out?

Now I'm going to cut you!

(Pepper grunting)

Who is this woman?

She used to be

an employee of mine.

That's right, "used to."

That inspector from Houston--
he's got you real good.

He's going to blow
your whole operation wide open.

Now, what is this all about?

Why, she's just hysterical.

She's become a liability.

I'll take care of this,
Mr. Naxos.

Go ahead, try and kill me.

You forget who I am?

I'll come back again and again!

I'll get you, Morgan,
I'll get you.

You forget who I am.

My employers don't like
complications, Morgan.

Now, you take that money,

but if there is any trouble,
we'll be back

and then you'll have to worry
about being gator bait.

(Pepper screaming)

Why, then,
you just take care of her

and it'll smooth the way.

Oh, we'll take care
of her, all right.

And who knows?

She may even be worth the
trouble of selling at auction.

(Spits)

I'll see you burn, Morgan.

- NICHOLAS: But then again...
- PEPPER: No!

...We might just kill her.

- No! (gasps)
-(aerosol sprays)

(dogs barking in distance)

Good day, Mr. Morgan.

(Engine starts)

GRANT: There's a tunnel
under Morgan's place.

SHANNON:
I think I've read about it.

Was it part of
the Underground Railway system

during the Civil War?

Yeah, it was very active
in this area,

moving escaped slaves
to routes up north.

- Hmm. -All right,
where is the other end of it?

Well, it comes out...

...about there in the bayou,

half a mile from the plantation.

(Tires screech)

Sleeping like a baby.

Till I get the images I need.

All according to plan?

There's no doubt in Morgan's
mind that Pepper Leveau is dead.

These were her last words.

PEPPER:
I'll see you burn, Morgan.

Good.

Got it.

All right,
we'd better get going.

We'll find the girls; let's hope
you can find Morgan's records.

Yeah.

Okay, we'll try a dry run.

Then you can all go
into your act.

(Whispers):
Yes.

(Foghorn blows)

Shannon, once we get started,
wake her up.

SHANNON:
Right, Jim.

Here we go.

(Soft rumbling)

(creaking)

(capsule snaps)

Where, where am I?

You...

Trash!

How did I get here?

I don't know how we got here.

You have no power here.

Le grand zombie--

its practice will kill you
in the end.

Here's some food.

Damn you, I don't want food,
I want out of here!

(Gasps)

(Shannon whimpering)

You have no place to run,
Miss Leveau.

You're on a freighter outside
of New Orleans headed for Asia

where no doubt
you'll bring a solid price.

- What?
- Well, you'll just fill out

a less than satisfactory
package.

Morgan double-crossed us all,
so we don't have any girls.

I need something to deliver,
so you two are it.

No.

Suppose I can give you
the ten girls.

How?

I know where Morgan's
holding them.

You turn this thing around,
I'll show you.

I don't think
we can get the captain

to turn about, Mr. Naxos.

Where are they?

An abandoned ship five miles
south of the plantation

on the river's edge.

-(gasps)
- We're gonna drown.

- No!
- We're gonna drown.

No, don't leave me, please.

(Screaming)

(gasping)

No, no.

(Gasping)

(aerosol hissing)

♪♪

(grunting)

♪♪

(device trilling)

Well, you know the location.

You'd better get in position.

♪♪

GRANT:
I found a tunnel, all right.

No luck with any records.

No safe, no hiding places
whatsoever.

Well, he'll have to have it
on him when he runs.

Maybe there's
another place to look.

Now, Shannon, you get over to
the club.

See if you can find anything in
Pepper's office.

You're gonna need this.

- When it pulses, it's your cue
to hit it. -Right.

See you later... I hope.

This should be ready to process.

-(Beeping)
- Yep.

Mm-hmm, she'll make
a good hologram.

(Gasps)

(moaning)

(grunting)

(piano blues plays)

(indistinct chatter)

(phone rings)

- She finally showed up.
- Good.

Watch her.

And don't let her leave.

I don't know who you are.

But you're mine now.

And you're going to wish that
you never came near me.

♪♪

(clicks)

♪♪

(dogs barking in distance)

(tapping)

Get the van to
pick up the girls.

We leave for the harbor--
one hour.

Why don't you come in here,
sit down

and make yourself
comfortable, hmm?

And don't move.

(Gasps)

I had all this cleared up!

Who is doing this to me?!

True believers are everywhere.

Shut up!

That's me!

You can be possessed.
The undead can be called.

I said... shut up!

Okay, Jim, we're gonna get
in position.

Right, Grant.

Those are the two guys that
jumped us outside the club.

Yeah. I'd say we have
a score to settle.

(Groaning)

(gasping)

It's all right, girls.
We're here to help you.

(Sighing and relieved laughter)

(device beeps)

Jim, we've got the girls.

Good work, Max.

Get 'em to a safe place.

Now we have to get
Morgan's list.

♪♪

(beeps)

Grant?

Yeah, go, Jim.

They've got the girls, and I'm
about to wake Pepper.

Once she gets her bearings,

it'll take her about 15 minutes
to get to the plantation.

All right,
we'll be ready for her.

I'll make my move when I hear
them come from the house.

(Beeps)

(capsule snaps)

(moans gently)

(sighs)

Morgan!

You have been causing me...

(hammer cocks)

...a great deal of trouble.

I don't know if you're worth
trying to sell.

(Beeping)

L'appé vini...

le grand zombie.

L'appé vini...

pou fe gris-gris.

Walk... find...

sleep without eating.

The serpent is earth,

and death is only the beginning.

Stop it!

L'appé vini...

le grand zombie.

Man's soul is captured,
and the undead are called.

Stop it!

-(gunshot)
-(gasps)

(beeping)

(whirring)

PEPPER:
I'll see you burn, Morgan!

(Gasps)

-(gunshots)
-(glass shatters)

(moaning)

(yells)

(groaning)

(wailing)

(Morgan moans)

(moans)

(Grant growls)

(wailing)

Morgan!

No.

No. You can't be.

You're dead.

I came back for you, Morgan.

(Gunshots)

Please, please...

I saw them shoot you!

You're dead!

Shut up, traitor!

(Moaning)

You're the one
who's going to be dead.

No, I'm sorry.

I'll give it all back to you,
all of it.

The money, the girls.

I told you I would see you burn,
and you will!

(Gunshots)

(hammer clicking)

(moaning)

(wailing)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

MAN:
Hold it! Don't move!

New Orleans Police!

Uh-huh.

He had to have it on him
when he ran.

A lot of girls will be grateful
for that.

I'd say Mr. Morgan has fed his
pets for the last time.

Well, you know, these alligators

just have no respect
for good breeding.

(Theme music plays)