All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 2x14 - Gunslinger.DVDRip.en

(piano playing ragtime music)

What exactly do you do
for a living, Mr. Russell?

Thought I said yesterday.

I'm in insurance.

That's what I thought you said.

In fact, you even left your
insurance license lying around

so Slade here could find it.

Trouble is, it was forged.

Oh, nice, professional job,
but forged all the same.

Mr. Russell came here
looking for something, Slade.

Why don't you show him
what he missed.

WOMAN:
Hey, Mac, hey.

On your feet.

Gent's had a little too much
old-fashioned red-eye.

This man's gonna kill me!

Excuse me, ladies.

It's all part
of the show, folks!

Slade, this is crazy.

You just shut your mouth.

Hey, look, we can talk.

We don't talk.

This is a joke.

You just shut up.

Come on, Slade.

I didn't see anything.

I like to give a man
a fighting chance.

Pick it up.

No.

You're crazy.

This is the 20th century.

Pick it up.

Can't do this, Slade.

I'm a government agent.

We know who you are.

Make your play.

This isn't the Wild West.

(gunshot)

(groans)

(theme music playing)

Like young Icarus,
defying gravity.

No one escapes gravity.

Those knee pads take a beating.

I guess they're built for that.

Totally.

The latest
in space-age materials.

There's some behind the ramp.

Check 'em out.

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

The town of Pontiac is
a clever re-creation

of a Western gold mining
town of the 1800s,

a successful and profitable
tourist resort

owned and operated
by one-time U.S. Congressman

lan McClintock.

Although McClintock has retired
from public life,

his influence and power
seem to be undiminished.

He is wealthy, well-connected

and respected
by his former associates.

This man,

Abel Russell,
was an undercover FBI agent,

part of a team investigating
suspected American support

for foreign terrorists.

Last month, Russell disappeared

after reporting that
he was following a lead

in the town of Pontiac.

Police and FBI investigation

could find no evidence
of his whereabouts.

We now believe that McClintock
may be selling weapons

to European terrorists.

But his reputation and political
connections make investigation

both difficult and sensitive.

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

is to discover
whether McClintock

is dealing with terrorists,

whether he had any part
in the death of Russell;

and if he is guilty,
bring him to justice.

As always, should you
or any member of your IM team

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)

He's a cowboy?

PHELPS: Well, there's
no doubt he'd like to be.

All his life,
McClintock has been

fascinated by the legends
of the old Wild West,

obsessed with
the Hollywood image

of the hard-riding,
fast-drawing cowboy.

So, creating a town like Pontiac
allows McClintock to, uh,

play out his fantasies.

Are you sure he's not going
through a second childhood?

(chuckles) Don't
underestimate him, Shannon.

He's a shrewd, clever man.

A lot of power,
a lot of influence.

If he's dealing with terrorists,
not much morality.

Now, McClintock's
other passion is gambling.

We're gonna make use of that.

What have you found out?

Well, I've been studying
this surveillance film

of McClintock pretty closely.

Let's see if you guys
notice anything.

He's cheating.

GRANT:
And once again.

He's dealing from the bottom.

Yes, among other things,
Mr. McClintock is a cheat.

But that's a game
that two can play.

Where do you park these ponies?

Carter's in charge of horses.

I ain't seen you guys before.

Ain't never been here before.

Got a job with a trucker

bringing this mob down
from Arizona.

Mob's delivered, job's finished.

Any chance of getting
any work around here?

Doing what?

Well, whatever you guys
have to offer.

We're past being choosy, friend.

Work's pretty hard to come by.

I know a job in insurance.

Well, I don't think insurance
is exactly our line.

We know horses, though.

There's a rodeo
in a couple of days.

You can help out till then.

Go sign on at the staff office.

You can bunk in the stables.

We appreciate that.

They don't look like
they need work so bad.

Why didn't you
just come right out

and tell them about the FBI man?

You're a fool, Carter.

Come on, Slade.

Th-They're just bums
looking for work.

What do they know?

Bums looking for work?

I don't think so.

Gave you the papers.

Did you see his hand?

His hand?

You ever see a cowboy
without calluses?

So why'd you hire them?

Because they might be here for
the same reason the FBI guy was.

And might end up
just the same way.

Hey, cowboy.

We may have uncovered
something about Russell.

If he was posing
as an insurance agent,

he may have blown his cover.

Trips.

Looks like you're running
a little low

on chips there, Mr. Sutton.

Well, I'm out.

Well, I plan on
getting them back.

(piano playing ragtime music)

(music stops)

You, at the bar.

I thought I told you
to get out of town.

(groans)

Give me a whiskey.

Let's get this trash
out of here.

Best hand I had all day.

Let's get him out of here.

There you go.

Truth is, he got
what he deserved, didn't he?

(cheering)

(piano resumes playing)

Told me I could get a game here.

Nobody said anything
about a circus.

Relax, Sutton,
it's all part of the show.

Well, if your kid stuff is over,
can we get on with the poker?

I think we can give you
all the action you want.

As for what you call
"kid stuff,"

what we do here is
honor America's heritage.

The real men.

The men that made this country
what it is today.

Men like Wyatt Earp,
Jesse James, Doc Holliday.

Seems to me, you're honoring
psychopaths and killers.

Seems to me, you need
to be taught a little respect.

Here, boy! Hyah!
(whistles)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

That little old pony
frighten you, boy?

I can handle it.

Hey, Carter, the boy here says

he ain't afraid of horses.

You reckon you can ride
that bronc, boy?

If I had to.

Looks like we got
ourselves a real live

bronco-bustin' cowboy here.

Ride anything on four legs,
that right, boy?

Well, I didn't exactly say that.

Well, if you can't ride, you
ain't much good around here.

And I thought
you wanted the job.

Yeah... I want the job.

Well, we better find out
whether you can ride or not.

Put him in the chute.

I'll ride him.

Hell, a hotshot like you
deserves a real challenge.

Hey, Carter,

friend here's gonna
ride Bolero for us.

(horse neighing)

That right, boy?

You gonna ride Bolero?

Hut-hut!

I got him!

Come on, come on!

Hut-hut! No, boy!

Hut! Come on, come on!

(horse growls)

(whispering): There's got to be
a better way to do this.

If you got one, you let me know.

Go!

Whoo!

Good ride!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

MAN:
Come on. Get 'em on.

Hey! Hey! Ho!
Hold 'em up. I got 'em.

Hyah! Hyah!

I rode him.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, so what?

Hey, you want a Purple Heart?

(laughs)

(grunts)

Job's yours.

Carter...

you're hopeless.

You know what, Carter?

He's right.

(piano playing upbeat music,
women whooping)

Better think it over, Mel.

It ain't that easy.

Two beers, gentlemen?

Give me a whiskey.

I need one.

One whiskey coming right up.

Tonight's my last night
down that mine.

That's it.

Slade ain't gonna like that.

Slade can go to hell.

That stuff's dangerous, man.

It creeps up on you.

Well... it's your funeral.

I'm beginning
to think I've finally

met my match at stud poker.

Oh, everybody meets
his match sooner or later.

I'll go along with that.

Hey, girlie,
let's have those two.

Here's to the past.

And the future.

(piano music continues
in distance)

(quiet beeping)

Hmm. What are these?

Blank playing cards?

Well, each one of the cards

will be covered
with this filament.

It's a liquid crystal
display screen

that'll be patched
electronically into my computer.

(beep)

Watch this.

King of hearts.

Nope.

Ace of spades.

You think I'm crazy, don't you,
hanging onto the past like this?

Is that what you're doing?

World's rotten
to the core, Sutton.

Needs to be cleaned out,
started over.

Get rid of the bleeding hearts
and the do-gooders.

They smell things up

with the stink of
charity and weakness.

And leave what?

And who deserves to live?

Only the strong?

Yeah. Yeah.

The strong, fighters.

Like you.
Is that what you're saying?

What are you here for, Sutton?

Play cards.

It isn't only cards
you're playing.

(chuckles)

All right, Sutton,
I'll play your game.

We'll see who wins.

(door opens)

How'd it go?

Cleaned me out.

I overheard some talk
in the saloon.

One of McClintock's men
was saying

how dangerous the work was.

Dangerous?
They're just mock shafts

and drives for the tourists.

There's no actual mining
going on down there.

Well, he said,
"It creeps up on you."

Creeps up on you?

What in the hell's
going on down there?

(door creaks)

-How's it going?
-Good.

We've pinpointed
the burial vaults,

started digging towards 'em.

What about the men?

Scared.

Keep 'em at it, Slade.

I will.

They're more scared of this.

Keep it that way.

Look, I'm taking Sutton
out to the ranch.

He's after something.

I'm going to find out what.

Time was, the men
who worked this land could live

for a week on a can of beans
and... a pound of jerky.

Now, they were real men, Sutton.

Not your pasty-face pansies
that pass today.

So, that's why
you built Pontiac.

So you could be like them,
the Jameses and the Earps.

I am like them.

No, I don't think you are.

The way I see it,
those men took risks.

They gambled every day,
laid everything on the line.

You think I don't take risks?

Oh, I think you might have once.

But now you're... you're like
a lot of rich men.

You're comfortable,
self-indulgent.

You've got it all,
and you're playing it safe.

You don't know
anything about it.

Well, then you tell me.

If I did, I'd have to kill you.

I don't think you've got
the guts for that.

Sutton!

You talk big, Sutton.

Suppose we play some poker,
just you and I.

And we'll raise the limit.

High as you like.

What's the problem?

Got no stomach for it?

Oh, I've got the stomach
for it, all right.

We'll play.

But there'll be no limit.

Pumping station.

Drawing water out of the mine.

If I could get a sample of
that ore, I could analyze it.

Wait here.

Is this what you wanted?

Yeah. That's what I want.

This is my version

of an atomic absorption
spectrometer.

It identifies the molecular
structure of metallic compounds,

breaks them down
into easily identifiable groups.

(beeping)

Does it tell you anything?

I can't find a trace
of any mineral worth mining.

No copper, gold, silver.

Just shale and salt.

Plain, ordinary table salt.

One thing's for certain.

Something is happening
in that mine.

And the only way
we're going to find out

is to go down there.

I think you're right.

You'd better go with Grant.

Max and Shannon,
Slade has a sidekick.

Carter... I know the one.

See if you can get close to him,
find out what he knows.

(piano playing upbeat music,
women whooping)

(music ends, cheering)

I don't know.

I get stomped on by horses
all day and I get paid peanuts.

And you expect me
to go out with you?

I hate losers.

Are you calling me a loser?

Come here.

Carter! Get this ape off of me!

Come on, buddy!

You let her alone.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

No hard feelings?

Ma'am.

Hey, there, cowboy?
How you doing?

I hate losers.

You'd think
someone with his size

would have a bit of authority.

Like you.

Now, you got authority.

L-I suppose.

One word from you,
and he backed right off.

-(chuckles)
-Hmm.

I like that in a man.

(chuckles)

(snoring)

Just part of the show, man.

It don't work that way, Mel.

You sign on, you're on.

MEL:
You don't need me, Slade.

I did my share.

We've broken through now.

You don't need me for the rest.

It's dangerous, Slade.

The trouble is,

I just couldn't
bear to see you go, Mel.

Maybe I just got to like
seeing you around.

I saved my money.

Half.

I'll give you half.

Half, eh, Mel?

Well, that's
real generous, you know.

Why don't we go back
and discuss it.

Don't shoot me, Slade.

No, no, no, Slade!

What're you saying, buddy?

-(sobbing)
-Come on.

Please... Please, no!

SLADE: Hey, buddy,
what are you talking about?

MEL:
No, no, no!

Grant, we can't let him do it.

Come on.

There's got to be a hidden door.

Some way to open it.

Well, look, I can figure out

a way to open this thing,
but it could take me awhile.

And I'd like to know what we'll
be walking into when we do.

Well, there's got to be
survey charts, maps.

In the mine office.

It could show us the layout
of the tunnels.

What about Mel?
We can't just leave him.

(gunshot)

I think Mel's troubles
just ended.

And ours could be
just beginning.

These boys are
cold-blooded killers.

(piano playing ragtime music)

Well, maybe I should talk
to Slade about a better job.

Listen, if you want
a better job, you talk to me.

If I say the man works,
the man works.

Well, I thought Slade
was in charge of the mine.

Mine?

What do you know about the mine?

You know, I get off work
in about an hour.

Somehow, it just seems
too early to go to bed.

I don't know.

Keep an eye out.

Let's hope McClintock doesn't
miss this before we get it back.

Come on.

Hey, hey.
What's the matter, partner?

Can't hold your liquor?

Of course...
of course I can.

Just a minute, just a minute.

Who's the little lady?

Her name is, um...

My name is Sally.

Uh-huh, and you're gonna
put him to bed, are you, Sally?

That's real sweet of you.

He sure as hell
can't get there by himself.

Watch your money
and your mouth, Carter.

What's that supposed to mean?

Carter knows what I mean.

Don't you, Carter?

Watch your mouth.

Come on, honey.

I'm gonna take you home.

I worry about Carter.

Ah, he's harmless.

He just drinks a lot.

He doesn't just drink a lot.

He drinks a lot and knows a lot.

That's a dangerous
combination, Slade.

GRANT: It doesn't help
with the tunnel layout.

And there's not a mining lease
for 40 miles.

No minerals of
any marketable value at all.

Grant, we know they're digging.

And whatever they're digging for
must be behind that false wall.

What if they're not mining?

Well, we've seen them.

No.

No, no, we've seen them
carrying out rubble.

If there was anything
worthwhile down there,

that could mean they're mining,
but since there's not...

They're tunneling.

(sighs)

No.

It doesn't make sense.

Look, here's Pontiac.

There's nothing around
for miles.

No armament factories,
no military bases, nothing.

Just this.

NICHOLAS:
Government land.

But there's nothing on it.

Yes, but it's due north
of Pontiac,

and that's the direction
the mine is heading.

Maybe IM files can tell us
what's on that land.

I can't get through.

There's got to be something
very sensitive,

politically, on that land.

Or under it.

(groans)

Sleeping Beauty's
finally waking up.

With a very sore head.

I better get out of here.

Ah, you're awake.

How do you feel, lover?

Huh?

How'd I get here?

Well...

you couldn't remember
where you lived,

and I carried you
about as far as I could.

Hmm.

Stable was your idea.

Huh?

Oh, we had a really good time
last night, didn't we?

Hmm?

Yeah, I guess.

I wouldn't say a word
to anyone, okay?

Huh.

It's our secret.

Secret?

Well, what secret?

Well, you know,
that stuff you told me.

About the mine.

What stuff?

What'd I tell you?

About that man from the FBI.

What was his name,
um, Russell?

Oh, my God.

Look...

I was drunk.

There weren't no FBI man.

And there ain't no rods.

You say a word to anyone,
you mention the burial vaults,

and I'll kill you.

I swear, I'll kill you!

Yeah.

I've replaced
the bullets in this gun

with our own knockout darts.

A little heavier than the ones
we normally use.

And I've altered
the load slightly

to give us good muzzle velocity
and sufficient impact.

Without driving the dart
through the target.

Exactly.

Well, I'd say, uh,
a range of 50 yards maximum,

'cause it still has to penetrate
McClintock's vest and shirt.

PHELPS:
Mm-hmm.

I used to be pretty good
with one of these.

(laughs)

I'd say you still got it.

Ah, don't tell me.

Bat Masterson.

Doc Holliday.

What'd you find out
from our friend Carter?

Well, not much, Jim.

But he obviously knows
what happened to the FBI man.

Well, he's terrified
about something.

He said a couple of things.

He talked about burial vaults.

As in graveyard?

-Yeah.
-Anything else?

Rods.

Just rods.

Mean anything?

Means a lot.

The salt in the soil analysis.

Underground salt beds are
stable geological formations.

Earthquakes, tremors...
they have no effect on them,

which is why they use salt beds
as burial vaults.

For radioactive waste.

The rods he mentioned...
nuclear fuel rods.

But if they're buried, scrapped,
then what good are they?

Well, a nuclear reactor only
uses 0.5% of the fuel available.

So the rods themselves, they're
recyclable for nuclear energy.

Or nuclear weapons.

And that's what McClintock
plans to sell to the terrorists:

The base material
for nuclear bombs.

I think it's time
I called Mr. McClintock out.

It's a miniature radio mic.

I'll be able to hear
every bet and raise

you and McClintock make.

Good. We're about to teach
Mr. McClintock

how today's card shark operates.

(people chattering quietly)

Well, well. Sutton.

I've come for the game
you promised me.

For a while there, I thought you
might have changed your mind.

McCLINTOCK (over speaker):
Boys, give Mr. Sutton a seat.

We got a game to play.

"Come into my parlor,"
said the spider to the fly.

-No limit.
-No limit.

I've taken the liberty
of asking the young lady

to bring us a fresh deck.

Unopened.

Suits me.

Thank you.

Happy?

If you are.

PHELPS: All right,
let's see what we have here.

Jack, hearts.

Deuce.

Well, I think this is

going to be my lucky day.

Now, according to Grant,

if the locking device
is electronic,

this should close the circuit...

and activate it.

(men chattering in distance)

McCLINTOCK:
Three ladies.

PHELPS:
Aces.

You got damned lucky
all of a sudden, you know that?

Fortune favors
the brave, McClintock.

SLADE:
Yeah?

We'll see about that.

When I want the puppy to bark,
I'll yank his chain.

Sit down and shut up, Slade.

I said, sit down.

His master's voice.

Listen, you...

Shut up, Slade!

I'm gonna go and get a drink.

You do that.

Take your time.

It looks like they've found
what they're after.

Feeling all right, Mr. Slade?

I'm fine.

Drink this.

You'll feel better.

Better?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

I'm fine.

Well, it looks like
the best you can do

is jacks, tops, Sutton.

Maybe it's time to fold.

Maybe you're
bluffing, McClintock.

I don't think you have
anything in the hole.

I think that ace is
as good as you've got.

Well, it's gonna cost you to
find out, like about five grand.

I'll see your five,
and I'll raise you 10,000.

Your ten and up...

20 more.

PHELPS:
I'll see your 20...

and raise 20.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

MAX:
Ready?

-NICHOLAS: Help me.
-MAX: Oh, my God!

Canister's broken!

Somebody help me!

-Let's get out of here!
-Help me!

Help me, I'm burning!

Somebody help me!

(men shouting)

Somebody help me! Don't leave!

MAN:
Go! Move, move!

Help me! I'm burning!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Now... to set the explosives.

I guess I'll just
have to keep you honest.

Let's see what you've got.

You know, I thought you were
smarter than this, Sutton.

I guess I had you figured wrong.

I'm paying to see your card,
not hear your sermon.

Don't worry, you'll see it.

PHELPS: Well, I'm waiting,
McClintock. What have you got?

Pair of aces.

(chuckles)

I'd just like to see
that second ace.

Ace of hearts.

-(crowd gasps)
-McCLINTOCK: What?!

This was an ace, I swear.

She saw it!

Looks like
a nine of spades to me.

McCLINTOCK:
I had a pair of aces.

It was an ace.

(crowd murmuring)

Pair of jacks.

Wait a minute!

You've been cheating.

Of course I have, McClintock.

Takes one to know one,
doesn't it?

Here's the way you did it:
Dealing from the bottom.

My way is a little more
sophisticated.

Let's show him, Grant.

You wanted an ace of hearts?

-(crowd gasps, murmurs)
-There it is.

WOMAN:
How did he do that?

There's another one.

There's another.

Here's another one.

Calling you out, Sutton.

I've played
enough games for one day.

You're gonna play one more.

I want the street cleared.

Everybody off it, now!

What the hell was that?

That's your tunnel
being blown, McClintock.

The tunnel to
the nuclear waste vaults

you've spent so much time
trying to penetrate.

The plutonium you were going to
sell your terrorist friends

is buried forever.

Damn you, Sutton.

Now, you still want
to call me out?

Get this man a gun!

Slade, get him a gun!

The gun under the bar, get it!

You still want to do this?

Put it on.

Kill him.

-(women murmuring)
-I don't know.

So, you send a boy to do
a man's work, McClintock?

Don't worry, Sutton.

You'll get a shot at me
when you finish with Slade.

I'll show you who's a boy.

Make your play.

(crowd gasps)

(groans)

I'm waiting, McClintock.

You killed him.

So, it's your turn.

You killed him in cold blood.

Yes, just the way
you had him kill Russell,

the FBI man.

The way you had him kill anybody

who wanted to quit
your operation.

All right.

So I had a few people... killed.

It couldn't be helped.

I'm a powerful man.

I got friends, powerful friends.

You can have anything you want.

I've got what I want:

Your confession
in front of these people.

All part of the show, folks.

(crowd murmuring, applauding)

I called the FBI.

They'll be here
in a few minutes.

Oh, well, then it's time
for us to go.

And Mr. McClintock's headed
for the last roundup.