All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 2x06 - War Games.DVDRip.en

Engage the 21st
Heavy Tank Corps.

(soldiers shouting)

Brilliant!

Then you don't share my concern
that there has been

an extremely high proportion
of live ammunition issued?

Enough for
a full-scale invasion?

I don't believe in
questioning such matters.

Perhaps you should.

These are supposed
to be war games, Colonel.

Not a war.

And I'm going to demand
some answers.

Colonel Garva, sir.

What is it, Colonel?

Captain Souchek, sir.

He's asking some
awkward questions.

What sort of questions?

Difficult questions, sir.

Concerning army ordnance
figures,

shells and rockets expended,

stocks kept in magazines.

He is on his way to you, sir.

I see him, Garva. Thank you.

One last target, Lieutenant Udo.

Let us imagine a spy,
an enemy intelligence officer,

is about to make
a damaging report.

A helicopter strike, sir.

They'll take him out in seconds.

A hammer... to kill a gnat, Udo?

-(snaps fingers)
-Prepare rockets.

OFFICER:
Prepare rockets!

OFFICER: Two degrees west,
two degrees north.

SOLDIER:
Yes, sir!

Locking in.

-Fire.
-OFFICER: Fire!

Aah!

Captain Souchek
was a Gemini, I believe.

The auspices are
not good for Geminis

when Mars is in the ascendant.

It's a time
to take great caution.

(theme music playing)

A 1938 Phantom III.

You know your Rolls.

A lot of people say this is the
best model ever built.

V-12 engine,

coachwork by Hooper & Company.

Handcrafted luxury like this
is hard to find these days.

The body was taken down
to bare metal

and restored about
five years ago.

But the interior's all original.

Have a look at
the built-in jump seats.

(beeping)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

The middle-European country
of Sardavia has,

over the last few years,
increased the size

of its armed forces out of
all proportion to its economic

or strategic necessities.

Since this man,
General Eli Szabos,

gained control of the military,
he has constantly clashed

with the ruling Politburo,

and we believe he is
planning an invasion

of the neighboring
country Bucaraine,

which is rich in oil reserves.

This attack would be carried out
under the cover

of the war games
that Sardavia is holding

close to the Bucarainian border.

We also believe Szabos
has long-range missiles

hidden on this base
for a first strike capacity.

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

is to prevent the invasion
of Bucaraine,

and the domino effect
it would have on world peace,

by exposing General Szabos'
plans and frustrating

his evil ambitions forever.

As always, if you
or any of your IM Force

should 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)

Because of the
strategic importance

of the Bucarainian
oil fields, this man,

an American agent, has been
keeping our State Department

informed of developments.

He's been working undercover as
Captain Eric Souchek

of Sardavian Intelligence.

But he failed to file
his last scheduled report.

And now Souchek has disappeared.

Which could indicate he's found
the location of these missiles.

Well, that's going to be
your job, Max.

You'll have to infiltrate
Szabos' base and find them.

Now, here's something else.

Like his greatest war hero,
Adolph Hitler,

General Szabos is
a true believer in astrology.

The stars control
his every decision.

Every move is influenced
by the advice given him

by his astrological consultant.

Could we get to these
consultants, and influence him?

We can do better than that.

We'll bring in our own expert.

I've been studying astrology,

and I think that the Countess
has a surprise or two

for the General.

Gentlemen,
Countess Elena Treyvi.

The Treyvis were related to
the crowned heads of Sardavia,

before the revolution.

We have little love
for jumped-up peasants

like the General.

Well, neither have
the Politburo.

Now, our forged request
for observer status

as U.N. Representatives
has been granted.

Good.

We don't have much time.

The war games have begun,

the Sardavian army
is only a day's journey

from the border.

One day from
the invasion of Bucaraine.

I hope you appreciate,
gentlemen.

It was no easy task
in obtaining observer status

for you at the war games.

We were sent
by the United Nations.

United Nations has
no authority in Sardavia.

Well, it seems that the only one

with authority in Sardavia
is General Szabos.

Despite his ambitions,
General Szabos

is a servant of the State
and the Party,

like we all are.

Well, we are only here
to observe, Commissar.

Whatever we see, rest assured,

you'll have a full and detailed
copy of our report.

Thank you.

PHELPS (distantly):
Well, it looks like

the state of
the country is good, Commissar.

Is this how a member

of the Royal Sardavian Family
is treated?

Where is the manager
of this wretched establishment?

May I help you, madam?

Do not "madam" me.

My title is Countess,
and you will use it.

Sardavia is
socialist republic, madam.

More's the pity.

This building was once
the winter palace

of the Treyvi family.

My great-uncle would
turn in his grave.

We have applied to the Politburo
for renovations, madam.

You can begin renovations
by straightening your tie.

An Aquarian, obviously.

My apologies, Countess.

The General will be
totally involved

with urgent matters of command
for the next few days.

You will inform General Szabos

of my close relationship

with Captain Eric Souchek
of the Intelligence Service.

He shared
with me certain information

that I'm sure the General
would find most interesting.

If he's not interested,
I'm sure the press will be.

MAN 1:
No, I don't think so, 95...

MAN 2:
Nine-two-two...

MAN 1:
Testing...

(indistinct conversations
nearby)

(knocks)

SZABOS:
Come in.

Look, look, Colonel.

There isn't a single unfavorable
sign in my entire horoscope.

Yes, sir.

Remarkable.

Sir, the Countess Elena Treyvi.

Who? What are you
talking about, Garva?

I know no countesses.

Apparently, Captain Souchek did.

What are you trying to say?

This woman telephoned.

She claims to have talked
to Souchek about...

your plans.

She is threatening
to go to the press.

Threatening?

Let her threaten;
the stars protect me.

She must know something, sir.

First the press,

then the Politburo.

You will, of course, ensure
that no such thing happens.

(indistinct conversations)

Any way you have to, Colonel.

GUARD:
May I help you?

U.N. Observers of the war games.

You may go through.

? ?

(soldier grunts)

? ?

Whether the United Nations
approve or disapprove

of what we're doing here
is of no importance.

What is important is
the security of my country.

The war games
are designed to ensure

that we are prepared
and ready to defend ourselves.

Of course, General, the price of
liberty is eternal vigilance.

Our information leads
us to believe

that your armament is
more offensive than defensive.

Ballistic missiles, for example.

A weapon is a weapon, and
the best method of defense...

Is attack. Yes.

-So, who do you plan to attack,
General? - (clears throat)

PHELPS: I beg your pardon,
General, uh...

I'm afraid my associate
is overstepping

the bounds of diplomacy.

Let him think what he likes.

You'll find no ballistic
missiles on my base.

Stop that man!

-Stop him!
-(dogs barking)

Stop him!

(barking continues)

(soldiers shouting)

(groans)

UDO:
Who are you?

Stefan Lettner.

21st Light Infantry.

(groans)

You are a liar and a spy.

Handcuff him!

Colonel Garva will want
to question him.

SOLDIER:
Let's go!

Come on!

(barking continues)

Well, I have to say, General,

I've seen many
military installations

and some in countries far larger
and wealthier than Sardavia.

But never any more efficient
or well planned than this.

A small country
need not be weak.

And strategic planning makes up

for what is lacking
in firepower.

Each soldier's icon represents

a full battalion of men.

Each bomber... a full wing.

With this map, I can control

the dispersal
of troops, aircraft,

tanks, heavy weapons,

anywhere in Sardavia.

From border to border.

And beyond?

If necessary; one doesn't wish
to meet an aggressor

on one's own soil.

Well, of course.

Then you do have
the natural protective barrier

of the River Flumena.

Of course.

Here is Sardavia.

And here the inland sea,

protecting us from
the northwest to the south.

And here, the Flumena,

separating us from Bucaraine.

These installations I'm seeing,
uh... inside Bucaraine...

there are six of them.

What are they?

Strategic areas.

Railways, airfields, military
bases, government buildings.

It's good to know your
neighbor's strengths

and weaknesses.

And even though you've been
allies for nearly 100 years.

You are a careful man, General.

Six first-strike targets.

You take those out,
and your military could move

into Bucaraine
virtually unopposed.

You seem to be
inferring something.

I would suggest you
remind yourself you're

a long way from home.

And a long way from
the United Nations.

And, as you're obviously aware,
such a first strike

would require missiles.

We have none!

OFFICER:
Get moving!

Open up!

Inside!

SHANNON:
I was only a child.

A baby when my family
was forced to flee the country.

But Sardavia is my home.

It will always be my home.

In spite of General Szabos
and the Politburo.

They will not be here forever.

JOURNALIST:
Aren't you worried, Countess,

that General Szabos might see
your words as treason?

I am not concerned
with General Szabos.

He is a tyrant and a bully.

And I have information...

I have information

that will bring your high and
mighty General to his knees.

GARVA:
Stop! Stop this!

You are under arrest!

If anyone is caught
reporting one word

of this reactionary madwoman's
ridiculous accusations,

you will be arrested and jailed
for treason against the state.

Now, we will see if your
aristocratic airs and graces

stand up to a few years
in a political prison.

JOURNALIST:
Whose orders are these?

(panting)

You have stood up
to interrogation very well.

Which leads me to believe
that you have been trained

for just such a situation.

(laughs)

(groans)

Correct?!

I told you...

You were saying?

Now we will get the truth.

There is no
Stefan Lettner in our army list.

No. (chuckles)

Your papers are forged.

You are a spy.

And for whom?!

Who sent you here?! And why?!

My name is Lettner.

Private Stefan Lettner,

21st Sardavian Light Infantry.

(groans)

I got confused

during the maneuvers; I could
not get back to my unit.

What were you
trying to find here...

in our base?!

Nothing, nothing!

(chuckles)

One hour.

One hour for you to think.

Make up a new lie,

and your life will be finished
in just 60 minutes.

Tell us the truth,

and we'll see.

(door closes)

(beeping)

(jet engine whooshing overhead)

(slow beeping)

(steady beeping)

(rapid beeping)

(beeping faster)

I am the brain.

I am the nerve center.

I am the heart and soul
of tomorrow's operation.

Well, we should all be grateful
that tomorrow's activities

are really only war games

and not the real thing.

War is an art, gentlemen.

An art that distinguishes man
from the animals.

Well, then I hope
the games you're playing

bring you everything
you deserve.

Pardon me, General...

but the package
you asked me to collect...

it's here.

Oh, yes.

You'll excuse me, gentlemen?

The package, of course,
must be Shannon.

Yeah.

Grant?

Bad news, Jim.

Max must have been picked up.

What?

You know where he is?

I'm tracking Max now, Jim.

Good, good.

We have to find out
if Szabos has the missiles.

Is Shannon in?

Yes, Shannon's inside.

She's about to give General
Szabos a lesson in astrology.

General Szabos,

Madam Elena Treyvi.

Countess Elena Treyvi.

Is it a custom among
the decadent aristocracy

to read private and personal
correspondence, madam?

One of the few joys left to us

by you and your socialist
bully boys.

A very boring horoscope,
I might add.

And extremely inaccurate.

I obtain my readings from the
very best man in the country.

Well, then,
perhaps you should ask him

why he has placed
the confluence of Sagittarius

within the reign of Jupiter,

and today's date is,

if I'm not mistaken,
the, uh, 16th?

You are not here to give
lectures on astrology.

No, I'm not.

I'm here to discuss
the matter of Captain Souchek,

and the information
that he entrusted to me.

Information concerning your real
plans for these so-called

"war games."

Did your stars
predict this, General?

(beeping)

(alarm blaring)

(soldiers clamoring)

GUARD:
Quickly!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Hey, man!
This guy almost killed me!

He had a-a gun,
and-and a grenade, and...

He went that way!

He scared the hell
out of me, man!

Get him!

Do I scare the hell out of you?

What do you want?
I'm naturally nervous.

Halt!

(alarm continues blaring)

Follow me!

Open the trunk.

Hold it, buddy, this is
United Nations property here.

This base is
Sardavian territory.

Open it now.

The keys to the trunk.

No, no way.

-This has gone far enough.
-Get the keys!

-PHELPS: What's going on here?
-Sir!

We were trying to locate
that escaped spy.

In the trunk of my automobile?

General, is he suggesting
the United Nations is somehow

conspiring against you
in your sovereign territory?

Of course not.

Open the trunk.

This is an absolute insult
to our organization.

Move!

OFFICER:
Come with me.

My apologies, gentlemen.

No apologies necessary, General.

Thank you for your hospitality.

We'll look forward to seeing you
tomorrow at the war games.

I'm sure we'll show you
something very memorable.

(sighs):
Ah.

(exhales) You missed a couple
of bumps back there.

Complaints, complaints.

This farmhouse
has been evacuated

for the duration
of the war games.

We've got a lot
to do before dark.

Then let's get at it.

Nicholas? Photos.

Ah, yes.

This pen... is mightier
than the sword.

(beeping)

That's all the circuitry
you could ask for.

And then some.

Great work, Nicholas.

Thanks, Grant.

None of this
should be happening!

As you can see, my horoscope
is totally favorable.

The next few days
are set to be

the most advantageous
of my life!

I don't believe this.

You arrest me.

You put me in prison
without a trial.

Then you wake me up
in the middle of the night

and expect me to happily
give you astrological advice.

All right.

I'll give you advice.

Change your astrologer.

He's obviously a fool.

He hasn't even considered
your third house.

My third house?

Well, Scorpio is dominant.

And how can my
third house be affected?

How can there be
any other interpretation?

(sighs):
Look, I just want to sleep.

Give me your latest chart.

(laughing):
Oh! I don't... oh...

Why are you laughing?

You're using
the Chaldean system.

What do you mean?

General, the Chaldean system's
used in every woman's magazine

and television guide

to offer silly advice
to even sillier women.

Tell me, General,

are you going to take
a long sea voyage?

Are you going to meet
a tall, dark stranger?

Don't you dare laugh at me!

The Chaldean system has been

discredited for the past
600 years.

General, you have some
very unpleasant surprises

in store for you.

Judging from the location of the
tank battalions

and the armored
personnel carriers, I'd say he's

set to run
straight down this road

with the main assault force,

under cover
of the war games, of course.

And the Flumena River, he's
still got to cross that.

Well, if Szabos
has got missiles,

he's gonna take out
those six major targets.

There'll be no opposition.

Bucaraine will be overrun,

and the oil fields will fall
to Sardavia.

Yeah, thousands of people
die in the process.

Let's make sure
that doesn't happen.

Grant, what about the circuitry
behind the war games board?

Can you do anything
to sabotage it?

Well, I think I can
rig the General's map

to show him exactly
what he wants to see.

At the same time, change his
orders from attack to retreat.

While his army's in chaos,
the map will tell the General

that everything's going
according to plan.

Countess, your knowledge of
astrology is quite impressive.

Perhaps you can use it
to save your life.

You want me to tell
you your future?

If you do not...

believe me, I can predict yours.

And it will be very short.

You'll dispose of me, as you did
with Captain Souchek.

Exactly.

Perhaps you should
consider the offer.

Perhaps I should.

? ?

How can you know so much
about me, about my past?

Where did you get
your information?

Every word of it is correct.

General, the stars
are never wrong,

only those who interpret them.

Personally, I like
to insure myself

against mistakes, as you do.

What do you mean?

Captain Souchek discovered
your stock of missiles.

You're lying.

He took precautions, too.

He had them disarmed.

(whispers):
There's nothing.

Jim, we've been
through everything.

There's not a missile
in the whole armory.

They've got to be
hidden somewhere.

? ?

SZABOS:
Garva? Garva?

Garva?!

GARVA:
Yes, sir.

SZABOS:
The missiles.

That traitor Souchek
has disarmed them!

That-that is impossible, sir.

Don't tell me it's impossible!

Check them now!

Sir.

(beeps)

Nicholas? Max?

Colonel Garva's on his way
to the armory.

Did Szabos buy Shannon's story?

Lock, stock and horoscope, baby.

Then Garva should lead us
straight to the missiles.

Let's get out of here.

(gruff shout)

(barking orders)

Seven, seven...

three, eight, nine...

four, two.

Got it.

-Bingo.
-Bingo.

(beeping)

Yes?

Shannon's done the trick.

Garva's led us straight
to the missiles.

Good. You know what
you have to do.

And Nicholas?

I know the mission
comes first, but we have

-to get Shannon out of there.
-Right.

Go.

SZABOS:
Guard?

Take the Countess
back to her cell.

We made a deal.

Deals are made
to be broken, Countess.

But since you've been good
enough to tell me

of Captain Souchek's treachery,
I'll reward you.

In honor of your royal
heritage...

I've decided that
in a few short hours

you will die...
heroically, in battle.

Take her away.

Yes, sir.

The missiles
have not been touched.

The warheads are
still fully armed.

All right, Garva,
you know the plan.

At first light,
the tanks and the APCs

drive straight for the bridge,
under cover of the games.

As soon as they are dispatched,
we launch the missiles.

And six strategic targets in
Bucaraine will be destroyed.

With the opposition in chaos,
the tanks will cross

the Flumena River,
driving straight for

the oil fields and the
Bucarainian capital.

Everything in their path
will be destroyed.

Do you understand? Everything.

Blitzkrieg, Garva, blitzkrieg!

(mechanical whirring)

Grant, we're in place.

Nicholas is taking off the
inspection panel.

Nicholas, you should see

a series of miniature panels in
the lower left-hand aperture.

Circuit boards, right?

That's right.

Now, carefully, very carefully,

-ease the second board out.
-Go ahead.

Nick!

Listen, man, you
gotta be careful.

You so much as let
the circuit boards touch,

you and Max are on the longest
trip of your entire lives.

All right.

Easy.

(sighs):
You've got it.

All right,
that was the easy part.

Listen up, because we've got
five more of these to do.

Yeah, and only a few hours
before dawn.

We got to get out of here.

They'll be coming soon
for the missiles.

Yeah, I'm almost there.

Got it.

Now, you better go back to Jim,
and I'm gonna rescue Shannon.

-Right.
-Let's go.

(mechanical whirring)

(knock at door)

SZABOS:
Come.

Everything is ready, General.

Good.

Then you're about to witness

the trial of
the Chaldean system.

Sir?

Don't let it bother you, Garva.

Enough to know your stars have
a promotion in store for you.

Thank you, General.

I shall try to earn it.

And the Countess?

Captain Udo is giving her a
grandstand view of the battle.

Then we should let
the games commence.

(soldiers speaking indistinctly)

OFFICER: Engaging troops
in sector 14, sir.

(indistinct conversations)

11th Armored Corps,
move to sector 37.

OFFICER: 11th Armored Corps,
move to section 37.

Condition yellow.

-(alarm blares momentarily)
-OFFICER: Condition yellow.

All commanders stand by
for alert...

-OFFICER: Stand by, all comma...
-Ten-minute countdown.

Commence!

-(alarm blares momentarily)
-OFFICER: Countdown commencing.

Ah, gentlemen, just in time.

We're about to commence.

Well, I hope you don't have
any accidents today, General.

I see you have the eyes
of the world on you.

Accidents?

Warfare is an exact science,
like astrology.

Whatever happens here today
will not only be planned,

but predestined.

As for the television cameras,

they will be recording history.

Condition Red.

-OFFICER: Condition... Red.
-(siren wails briefly)

? ?

I hope you are not
too uncomfortable, Countess.

(chuckles)

It will be for
a short time only.

You see, you will be
the first target.

Quite an honor, hmm?

It's one I could do without.

(chuckles)

(Udo chuckling)

(chuckling continues)

Watch for a red flare.

When you see that,
you will have about, uh...

one-tenth of a second
before the first rocket hits.

Enjoy...

(grunts)

? ?

What?

Someone's got to the Countess.

Open fire.

OFFICER:
Fire field rockets.

SZABOS:
Advance the armored cavalry.

OFFICER:
Armored cavalry, advance!

SZABOS:
Sector three artillery, engage.

OFFICER:
Artillery, engage.

OFFICER:
Fire!

(yelling)

SZABOS:
Flank attack, engage!

OFFICER:
Flank attack... engage.

OFFICER:
23 degrees... 57...

Perhaps, gentlemen,

since there's no other
way anyone can interfere,

I should inform you
of what's happening.

As you can see, my forces are
moving forward as planned,

carrying out
the war games strategy.

Exactly as you said would occur.

With one minor variation.

(indistinct voices)

But, they will, of course,
stop at the river.

That is the Bucaraine border.

No, they will not stop.

They will drive straight
for the Bucaraine oil fields.

By the end of the day, those
oil fields will be in my hands.

But you can't do that.

Bucaraine's not
at war with Sardavia.

They will be.

The strategic commands have been
fed into the computers.

At a single keystroke,

six missiles will strike at
every strategic target

in Bucaraine.

The country will fall
without a struggle.

? ?

(indistinct voices)

You have seen history
in the making!

Hitler's invasion of Poland
pales into insignificance

besides what you're
seeing here today.

And now I suppose
you'll share your triumph

with the people of Sardavia,
even the people of Bucaraine.

But of course.

I'll be hero of the people.

My place in history is assured.

I'm now ready to broadcast
to the people

of Sardavia and Bucaraine.

MAN:
Place the camera over here.

SZABOS: To the people of
Bucaraine, I say lay down

your arms.

Soon, our conquering forces
will be driving

in triumph through the wreckage
of your streets.

It is useless to resist.

And my own people,
the people of Sardavia...

too long have we suffered
from the weak

and vacillating rule of
our Commissars...

(over television):
These old men of the Politburo

who have refused
the call of history,

who have allowed Bucaraine
to grow fat and prosperous,

while Sardavia slept in the sun.

Call for a car, Comrade.

And a detachment
of elite guards.

I will now confront
these old men

of the Politburo
with my demands.

God save Sardavia!

An historic day, gentlemen.

Yes, it certainly is.

Perhaps you'd be interested in
seeing the actual disposition

of your invasion forces
as they are.

Now, I think you'll find that
things aren't all they seem.

My airborne troops,
they've jumped too soon.

And your tanks seem to be
in some disorder.

This can't be.

The map is wrong...
My missiles...

The map is malfunctioning.

We've destroyed Bucaraine!

My troops have conquered...

You fools!

Ignore the map!

I've seen history!

It is in my stars!

The map is wrong!

Wrong, wrong!

The map is wrong!

Wrong!

(guards shouting)

General Szabos
is expecting you, gentlemen.

I don't think the General's
gonna need the stars anymore

to predict his future.

(theme music playing)