All language subtitles for Mission Impossible s04e06 Commandante.eng

Good morning, Jim.

Until recently,
Father Paolo Dominguin

has led a democratic revolution

against the cruel dictatorship
that rules his country.

Now our Far Eastern enemies

are taking over
Father Dominguin's movement.

Their agents are Carlos Martillo,
the local insurgent,

and the legendary international
revolutionary Juan Acero.

They're holding
Father Dominguin prisoner

in the mountain village of Lagonas

and Acero plans to murder him

as soon as he can find a way
to do so

without arousing the hatred
of the local population.

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

is to rescue Dominguin

and restore his control
of the revolution.

As always, should you or any
of your IM Force be caught or killed,

the secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This tape will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

Will that be enough to set off
the whole arsenal?

If you multiply what you just saw
by a thousand.

The crate's marked.

How much time
has Father Dominguin got?

Very little at best, Willy.

Both Acero and Martillo
want him dead.

The only thing they're arguing about
is how and when.

Why was Acero so willing to see
the Friends of Religion?

Because he's already half-convinced

they're a front
for American intelligence.

He hopes they'll provide him
with a patsy.

Jim, about this rivalry
between Martillo and Acero,

- how deep is it?
- It's deep, Barney.

Martillo's homegrown.
Acero is a foreigner.

What happens to Martillo
when we leave?

Major Shen's country
brought Acero in

because their revolutionary
movement, the SMV,

had lost faith in Martillo.

To them, he's nothing
but a local firebrand.

So with Acero out,
they'll cut off every nickel.

Oh, of course, that's not the way
our Major Shen will be playing it.

Jim,

is there any other way out
except through this mountain pass?

No, only cross-country,
it's rugged terrain.

If Acero's men were really
on our tail,

we wouldn't have a prayer.

Then everything depends
on the copter.

Comandante Acero,
we beg of you.

Let the priest go. He's a good man.

No longer, Esbarto.

He was corrupted by the Americans.

Now he is their puppet, working
with them to support the dictator.

But, comandante, the Americans
do not support the dictator.

Who do you think they support?

Workers, peasants like you? Never.

It's the military pigs
they want in power,

because only they can keep you
on your knees.

Father Dominguin told us otherwise.

Father Dominguin lied.

But he's one of us.

He taught our children,
cared for our sick.

We believe him, not you.

Esbarto, you are blinded
by his cross.

Good morning.

I'm Allan Slater.
Friends of Religion Society.

The comandante is expecting me.

Hot, isn't it?

We are humble people.

But I'm warning you,
do not hurt the priest.

We will not hurt him, Esbarto.

But we must get the truth
from him.

You, all of you must understand

we are your friends.

He is your enemy.

- You may pass.
- Thank you.

Checkpoint reporting.

Friends of Religion representative
now passing through.

Priest, if you want to live,
sign this confession.

Let the people know how you've
betrayed them to the dictator.

Martillo,

I have told you before.

I will not buy my life with lies.

Tie his hands.

Priest, you are now going
to commit suicide.

Martillo.

We've discussed it many times.
I thought you understood.

We are not to martyr the priest.

The priest is going to commit suicide.
We will be blameless.

Oh, I see. The priest.

A Catholic priest, to whom
suicide is a guarantee to hell,

will kill himself in our jail cell,
under our guard,

and we will be blameless, huh?

Such brilliance, such subtlety.

Martillo, you are a credit
to the revolution.

You are also a fool.

- Untie him.
- No.

The priest will not sign
the confession.

Therefore, the priest must die.

Martillo, tell me,
do you like scorpions?

Kill the priest

and there will be
scorpions everywhere.

Untie him.

Dominguin,

what do you know about
the Friends of Religion?

Very little.

An international charitable
organisation, I believe.

And a front
for American intelligence.

No. Not to my knowledge.

This is between us,
your sheep will never know.

Are they or are they not
American intelligence?

When will you understand, Acero?

I have no connection
with American intelligence.

If they support me,
they do it without my knowledge.

In contrast to you,

I control my own revolution.

I control it from here.

And I take orders from no one.

Releasing Father Dominguin to us

would be a humanitarian gesture
the whole world would applaud.

You make good sense, Mr. Slater.

Public relations, the Americans call it,
don't they?

And good public relations

could be one of the most potent
weapons in our arsenal.

Still, we are at war here.

And if we could derive
some material gain,

like milk for the babies
of the local populace...

Well, I think we could have
some milk shipped in.

Very kind. What about bandages
and medical supplies?

Oh, yes, yes,
that can be arranged.

Excellent.

Well, then.

Oh, there is one other thing,
Mr. Slater.

- Yes?
- Guns.

- What?
- Nothing very much.

A truckload of the latest rifles,
ammunition, grenades.

Along with the milk, I mean.

Comandante, we're a religious
organisation. It just can't be done.

Oh, that's a pity.

But perhaps it's all for the best.

We've grown fond of the priest.

In a way, we'd hate to lose him.
Mr. Slater, it's been interesting.

Well, I'll see what can be arranged.

Friends of Religion Society.

Identification.

Checkpoint reporting.

Arms truck has arrived.

We'll inspect.

Let us see the truck.

Comandante, the Friends of Religion
truck is now at the checkpoint.

The Friends of Religion.

Have you ever noticed, Ortiz,
how American intelligence

gravitates toward religious covers?

It stems from the American belief
that God is one of them.

Therefore, they feel no compunction
about using him.

You're sure they're
American intelligence?

Who else could supply a truckload
of weapons on such short notice?

And now that you have the guns,
you're going to shoot them.

No, Martillo, no.

They're going to provide us
with a way of killing the priest

and his movement all at once.

Checkpoint reporting.

Arms-truck inspection completed.

Truck now passing
through checkpoint.

Dominguin, you have a visitor
from America.

It's a great honour, Father.

Allan Slater,
Friends of Religion Society.

Mr. Slater, welcome to Lagonas,
at least my small portion of it.

Mr. Slater,

you have made a mistake in morality

and it has led you into a mistake
in tactics.

- You mean the guns?
- Exactly.

You cannot buy life with death.

Nor can you afford to underestimate
the comandante.

The priest is a very competent actor.

But, Father,
the Friends of Religion Society

gave me the mission
of saving your life.

The guns were the only chance
we had.

But have you saved it?

He will take your guns.

But he will never let us leave
these mountains alive.

I must stress again, Mr. Slater,

the comandante is
extremely clever

and utterly ruthless.

The only reason I am still alive

is that he has not yet found
a way to kill me

without arousing the people.

I am certain he is still looking
for that way.

We don't trust him any more
than you do, Father.

Yet you have entered
into this bargain with him.

We don't intend to keep our part of it
any more than he intends to keep his.

We have a plan, Father.

A very good plan.

It concerns me, Mr. Slater, that you
may be throwing your life away.

What is your plan?

In the first place,
as soon as you're in our hands,

an announcement will be made
in the capital.

It will focus the attention
of the entire world on Lagonas.

It's on its way.

You better get going too.

Sure you can handle
that rotor blade by yourself?

Yep.

Before you reach the checkpoint,
there's a series of high cliffs.

- Do you know them?
- The Wall Cliffs.

Yes, well, just past them,
there's a trail out of the compound.

We'll leave the car
and cut across country.

It will be dangerous, Mr. Slater.
Are you prepared for that?

Yes, Father, we're prepared.

Will you pray with me?

I'd be honoured, Father.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

We may be missing some details
of their plans.

Martillo, it's fortunate
for your oppressed countrymen

that they don't have to depend
on your intellect alone.

Don't you think they knew
their cell was being bugged?

Then why do we bother
to listen at all?

Oh, good, Martillo.

In that question
is the dim flicker of intelligence.

Acero...

- Sometimes I would like to...
- Kill me?

And your revolution
along with me?

Restrain yourself, Martillo.

We shall nurture that flicker
into at least a dull flame.

We listened to learn
what they won't do.

You understand that concept?

For example, they won't go
near the Wall Cliffs.

Major Shen.

The authentication on Major Shen.

Some men like perfume,

I like the smell of new rifles.

Comandante, 200,000 rounds
of ammunition

and a dozen crates of grenades.

- Very good.
- Okay.

Now, where are Mr. Slater
and Father Dominguin?

They are praying.

Take it up to the caves

and store everything
in the underground arsenal.

Yes, my comandante.

Hey, what about Mr. Slater
and the priest?

Truck driver, do not be impatient.
There are arrangements to be made.

You will get your priest when
we are ready to give him to you.

And not before.

Didn't you deliver the weapons?

Of course I delivered them,
Mr. Slater.

But I don't think he means
to let us go.

So at last, the famed Major Shen.

Major Shen is the SMV's,
shall we say,

coordinator of revolutions.

Colonel Ortiz. Major Martillo.

Colonel Ortiz.

Major Martillo,
this is indeed a great pleasure.

The SMV has watched
your activities for some time,

and with a great deal
of appreciation.

Thank you.

Comandante,

you were sent in here with orders
to liquidate Father Dominguin.

Why is he still alive?

Ortiz, bring in Mayor Esbarto.

No, comandante, you can never
convince me Father Dominguin

is an enemy of the revolution.

Esbarto, why are you so stubborn?

There are Americans in Lagonas
to negotiate for the priest's life.

- Why do you think they came?
- They are religious people.

They came because he's a priest.

Yes.

Religious people, Esbarto.

With guns?

They knew you'd take nothing else.

Esbarto, I am touched
by your devotion.

I have decided to release the priest
in the custody of the Americans.

Comandante, this is the truth
you tell me?

- Tell your people.
- Yes, comandante.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Do you see?

Would you like that unreasoning love
turned to unreasoning hate?

Acero, Dominguin is a cancer.

A cancer that must be excised
at once.

Agreed, and as soon as I learn
how the Americans plan to escape,

I will devise a way of killing them
and the priest

that will leave us blameless.

And suppose you are unable
to diagnose their intentions?

They will not leave until I do.

What steps are you taking?

I have patrols scouting the area

for any evidence
of their real escape route.

Martillo...

...what do you think about all this?

I think it is time
to stop playing games.

I say we should kill the priest now.

If the peasants object,
we should kill them too.

Martillo, I agree.

This is a situation
that calls for action,

- not intrigue.
- Nonsense.

The Esbartos of the region
would overwhelm us.

Are you losing your nerve,
comandante?

I refuse to collaborate in stupidity.

Acero, you were dropped
by our European comrades

because of your stubborn refusal
to obey orders.

You appear intent on repeating
that experience with us.

European, Asian,
I don't care what you are.

I know revolution
and I know Latin America.

And I will do things my way
or not at all.

Lagonas is a humble place,
Major Shen.

- I hope you will forgive us these...
- Please, Martillo.

I am as much a soldier as you are.

Have you ever noticed anything
strange about the comandante?

Strange?

This boastfulness of his,
is it a pattern?

Oh, yes.

No one is greater
than the comandante.

And he tries to degrade others.

How did you know?

Me, for one.

Me, who led the first troops
into battle in this country.

Me, he treats like dirt.

He is the saviour and we are worms.

Martillo,

it may be necessary to put you
in charge of operations here again.

Please.

Read this.

Forgive me,
the language is very complicated.

I am sorry. I forget.

The comandante was
at the university

while you were in the cane fields
with a gun in your hands.

This is a psychiatric
personality study

prepared at long-range
by SMV psychiatrists.

It means that we know
a great deal about the comandante.

He is a very sick man.

- Sick?
- His mind.

He suffers from a disease
called megalomania.

It is a belief that he is like God,
that he is always right.

That those who disagree with him

are fools or worse.

Is something wrong, Major Shen?

I do not know.

From now on,

I want to know everything
Acero does.

- Everything.
- Yes, Major Shen.

Wait.

I have a better way. Sanchez.

Come in.

Major Shen.

They have found a helicopter.

An American-intelligence helicopter.

- Where?
- A canyon,

between here and the cliffs.

And what do they intend
to do about it?

I intend for it to crash.

For them all to die in it.

And in the wreckage,
we will arrange to find documents

proving how the Americans and
Dominguin plotted with the dictator.

Comandante, I do not approve
of this plan.

You do not approve?

I was sent in here to find
the proper way of killing the priest,

so this revolution could be won.

Well, I have found it.

At the cost of a helicopter,
which could be worth...

Nothing.

Nothing compared to the priest's life.

You will still be blamed for his death.

Not the way I've planned it.

There will be an accident.

Help!

Help me! Help me!

No, don't. Don't.

Help me! Help! No!

Help! Help me! No! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help me! Help!

Get your hands off me.
You are drunk.

Get off me. Let me go.

Please don't. Help!

Stop him.

No! Help!

Please, no! No!

Get out of my way.

What have you done to him?

I did not mean for you to hurt him.

I am Major Shen.
I wish to see Father Dominguin.

I'm sorry, sir. That's impossible.

The comandante
has issued strict orders.

No one sees the priest.

Pedro, I am sorry he hurt you.

He will be all right.

No thanks to you.

What are you doing here anyway?

It is none of your business,
but I'm on patrol.

Patrol?

Way out here? What for?

What's over that ridge, anyway?

Look, soldier, you are drunk. Now,
take your girlfriend and get out of here.

Not until I see what you're patrolling.

What is your name, soldier?

Come on, let's see
what they're patrolling.

I said, what is your name?

Pedro Sanchez.

Well, Pedro Sanchez,

I have orders from the comandante
to clear this area.

Now, get out of here.

Come on, then.
Let's go somewhere else.

You are free to go.

Someday peace will come
to Lagonas,

as it will to the world.

I hope to come back to you soon.

Meanwhile, may God bless you all.

Goodbye, Father.

Esbarto.

I have been fair, have I not?

- Yes, comandante.
- Now you will come with us.

You will see that it was American
intelligence that came for Dominguin.

- Comandante, I don't...
- You will see the proof, Esbarto.

An American-intelligence helicopter.

Does that mean you will stop him?

No, but I want you to know the truth
about your Father Dominguin.

- Father Dominguin, Barney Collier.
- Father.

- All set?
- All set.

Go with God.

If only he had trusted us,

if only he had gone out by the road,
as he said he would.

No harm would have
ever come to him.

We would have protected him.
We wanted him to live.

Because he meant so much
to your people.

It appears the comandante
has succeeded.

Yes, Martillo, it does.

Major Shen, you will come with us.

Martillo, bring in the bodies.

Yes, yes, the body can lie in state.
I have no objections.

- Esbarto, leave us.
- The body of Father Dominguin,

- did you bring it?
- I said, leave!

- There are no bodies.
- What?

No bodies. No trace of any bodies.

That's impossible.

You saw them take off.
They couldn't have survived.

Martillo.

Are you sure you did not see
the bodies?

I'm sure. There would be
some trace, something.

Is this some kind of a trick?
Martillo, what are you up to?

Ask Sanchez.

We searched together.

We saw them take off.

We saw them crash.

They're dead.
They have to be dead.

I would suggest that we make
an examination of the takeoff area.

Why? What do you expect to find?

I do not know, comandante.
Perhaps the truth.

We saw them get into the helicopter
and we saw it take off.

No.

We saw them get into the helicopter,
but then what did we see?

Dust. Like this. And this.

What are you doing?

Martillo, Sanchez.

Get some brush
and clear this away.

No, they couldn't have.

Couldn't they? In the dust, through
the floor of the helicopter, into that.

Sanchez, the box.

- Do you know what that is?
- Yes, of course I know.

They're radio controls.

Now we know why
there were no bodies.

They were in there.

Now they could be anywhere.

I saw them in the cockpit
after it took off.

You all saw them.

Sanchez, that object, let me have it.

Compressed air.
That explains what we saw.

Balloons inflated
in their own likeness.

They have escaped, comandante.

And with Dominguin free,
the entire revolution is in doubt.

No, major.

We will prevail.

We have the men and the arms.

Our entire arsenal.

What are we going to use
for arms now?

We are finished.

Finished!

Comandante, once you were
a true revolutionary,

but your very success
destroyed you.

It made you sick with pride
and arrogance.

I shall report to the SMV
we have no further use for you.

Martillo is in charge.

I will not relinquish my command.

I can save the revolution.
I, not Martillo. L...

I am in charge now.

In charge?

In charge of what?

Without the comandante,
there is nothing.

It is the priest's revolution now.

The country belongs to Dominguin.

That was a beautiful crash
you let Ortiz rig.

Ortiz had plenty of time.
He just muffed it.

I had to redo the job myself

or the copter never
would have gotten off the ground.

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