All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 2x11 - Deadly Harvest.DVDRip.en

(machine whirring, beeping)

I knew I'd find you here.

Laurel, I'm sorry.

I got carried away
and forgot the time.

-It's Sunday, Jared.
-(phone ringing)

I mean, if I can't stop you
working on the weekends,

then I'll join you.

Hello.

I am anxious to learn
of your progress.

I have completed
the final experiment,

and it is deadly, Jouseff.

More deadly than you or I
ever imagined or hoped.

My faith in you over the years
has been rewarded, Jared.

I had a little expert help.

JOUSEFF (through phone):
Very good.

Now, listen carefully.

I want to use the virus
before the wheat season ends.

You must return immediately.

Jared?

Yes, I cannot talk right now.

(gasps)

You lied to me.

All these months!

All our research!

You had no intention
of handing it over

-to the university.
-Laurel...

Why, Jared?!

We made a good team, you and I.

(gasps)

You fool!

(screams)

No. No. No.

(machine humming, beeping)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(theme music playing)

You know,
the early explorers in Africa

thought the giraffe was a cross
between two other animals.

Well, the ancient Greeks
called it the cameleopard.

Neck like a camel,
spots like a leopard.

Right. There's more information
on the sign board.

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

The man you are looking at

is Jouseff K., Minister
for Science and Development

in the country of Orambaq.

K. Is a terrorist

who has formulated
a blackmail scheme directed

against the United States,
which he believes

will ingratiate him
with his rulers

and make Orambaq feared
throughout the Western world.

Jared, a protege of K.,

had worked for several years
in Orambaq

developing a virulent,
genetic virus

capable of destroying
a nation's total wheat harvest.

He came to the United States

seeking advanced technology,
and found it

with the unsuspecting help
of geneticist Laurel Taylor.

She is now dead.

K.'s plans to release the virus
into the American wheat belt

were temporarily thwarted
by a laboratory fire

which left Jared
horribly disfigured.

He is now recovering
in a Washington D.C. Hospital,

after having undergone
extensive plastic surgery.

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

is to destroy this insidious
project at its base in Orambaq.

As always, should you
or any of your IM Force

be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This disk will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

(rapid beeping)

PHELPS: With Laurel Taylor's
unsuspecting help,

Jared was able to turn

wheat seeds like these into
deadly carriers of his virus.

These were found clutched
in his hand after the fire.

How deadly is the virus?

Just one carrier seed
planted in a healthy wheat field

will infect and destroy
the entire crop.

When the black seeds germinate,

they release the virus, and it
affects the cellular structure

of all the other wheat plants,
making them vulnerable

to ultraviolet light.

And the sun does the rest.

Right.

NICHOLAS: Now, if K.'s plan
were to succeed,

there wouldn't be
a grain of wheat harvested

in the United States
for the next 30 years.

So we have to destroy
these virus-carrying seeds.

Exactly.

But first we have to make sure
that all Jared's research

has been eradicated.

To do that, we have to get
into his laboratory in Orambaq.

What's the security like?

A nightmare.

It's in the middle
of a military compound.

With K.'s help, it may not be
as difficult as we think.

He's on his way to
the United States right now.

He's come to get Jared
out of the hospital

and take him back to Orambaq.

We're gonna have to move fast.

The wheat sowing season
is very close.

SHANNON: Well, we've managed
to keep Laurel Taylor's death

a secret, so I can replace her.

Jared and I are
the perfect couple.

That's exactly what we want
Mr. K. To think.

All right.

I've anaesthetized Jared.

-He's ready to be moved.
-Good.

We've got 30 minutes

before the real surgeon
makes his rounds.

Nicholas.

Yes?

I've built a micro-camera
into these frames.

Along with
a miniature transmitter.

While you're wearing them,

everything you look at
will be sent back to us.

They have a transmission life
of about four hours.

A little heavy,
but they're okay.

Oh, well, not much.

I don't have the time.

PHELPS:
Jouseff K.

He's here.

He's early.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Carlyle to the heart ward.

Dr. Carlyle
to the heart ward.

-Dr. Walt Stein, pediatrics.
-Excuse me.

Dr. Walt Stein, pediatrics.

He's on the floor
and coming your way.

Right, Max.

Mr. Jared's room.

Just down the hall.

I wish to see Mr. Jared.

I am sorry, sir.

But visiting hours
aren't until 3:00.

I have come halfway
around the world.

Are you a family member?

Yes, I am family.

Have his wounds healed?

I am Mr. Jared's
plastic surgeon.

I think before you see him,
we should talk.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Nurse Donaldson to hydrotherapy.

Nurse Donaldson
to hydrotherapy.

The extent of his injuries...

was horrific.

Oh.

My God, I had no idea.

Advances in laser surgery,

as well as new techniques
in grafting and the development

of regenerative drugs,

has taken plastic surgery
into the 21st century.

You have not answered
my question.

You don't seem to understand.

I had to rebuild
this man's entire face.

He had extensive muscle
as well as nerve damage.

His speech could
very well be affected.

His bandages can
come off tomorrow,

but he won't be discharged
for a week.

That is too long.

Ah, Jouseff.

-Jouseff.
-Jared.

(both laugh)

As you can see,
the worse for wear.

I think I'll leave you alone
for a few moments.

Jouseff, this is Laurel Taylor.

How do you do?

We must talk Jared, alone.

Jouseff, it was Laurel
that saved my life.

Aha.

You are all right?

Ah, I'll feel better
when the bandages come off.

Jared, I am under
much political pressure.

I must use your discovery.

I must use it now.

Jouseff, you know the research
was destroyed in the fire.

But as soon as you can
get me back to my laboratory

in Orambaq, I will duplicate it.

The bandages will be off
in 24 hours,

and I will be able to travel.

We must leave tonight.

I have a charter flight.
The two of us will...

The three of us.

Not the girl.

Jouseff, I will not
go anywhere without her.

Her knowledge in genetics and
cellular structure is essential.

I won't agree to him
being discharged

until the bandages are off.

We are not seeking
your permission.

We have important business
to attend to,

and we will leave tonight.

He could get an infection.

Laurel, if I need medical help,
I will seek it.

Can't it wait a few days?

No.

No, it can't wait.

We'll travel tonight.

The bandages.

Well, the bandages will come off
in Orambaq tomorrow.

And you will be there
to help me, Laurel.

Isn't that correct, Jouseff?

Yes.

She will be there to help.

(car horn honks)

We are not going to my house?

Everything you need has been
moved into the compound.

You will stay with me.

Your work is here.

It is vital that we make up
for lost time

and bring this project
to quick completion.

? ?

Anything from Nicholas yet?

Not a thing.

He won't be able to use
his eyeglasses

until they remove the bandages.

(sighs)

(grunts)

What is this?

(sighs)

Who are you?

Who are you?

You are not Jared!

He is not Jared!

He is not Jared!

Who are you?!

Who are you?! Speak!

What do you mean, "Who are you?"

You know who I am!
I'm Jared!

Jared, your face.

Jim.

Good work, Nicholas.

I'll tell him.

It's not so bad.

I could get used to it.

It is not Jared's face.

Jouseff, I had no face at all.

The doctors had to
completely rebuild it.

I know that's not Jared's face,
but those are his eyes.

Do you think I wouldn't know?

The compound is heavily guarded.

My security is impregnable.

Without my approval, no one,
no one can get in or out.

You will rest today
and commence work tomorrow.

Shall we go for a walk?

Why not?

Max, Jim.

He's transmitting now.

Ask him to turn slowly
90 degrees right.

We can freeze-frame this later
and study it.

All right, Nicholas,
once around the block.

(yawns)

I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm so tired, I just can't
keep my eyes open.

Oh, well, I'll come with you.

Jouseff, I apologize.

But I thank you,
and I bid you good night.

Don't touch it.

Well, that coffee cup
should provide K. With

a perfect set of fingerprints...

Jared's.

Now, what do you make of that?

That could be the laboratory.

Controlled environment

by the looks of that
heating equipment there.

And water pipes.

Maybe it's a sprinkler system.

Right there.

And doesn't that look like
a fuel storage tank?

-Yeah.
-I think you'll want

to have a closer look
at that in the morning, Max.

I know how we're
getting in there.

Were you looking for me?

(dart fires)

(grunts)

(whistles)

I don't think
I'm going to enjoy this.

Yeah, I know, I know.

It goes completely
against your grain.

(speaks native language)

Hold that truck!

There is a problem?

Let him through.

(grunts)

That was close.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I'll see what I can do
about that laboratory

and get back to you.

(truck backfiring)

Hey, get this out.

Out!

This truck is as sick
as my uncle who owns it.

(groans)

Death is but days away,
I'm afraid.

I will need some help,
my friend, to push it clear.

You, here!

You push, I'll drive.

You push, I'll drive.

All together!

Heave!

(men grunting)

(engine starts)

GRANT:
Many thanks, my friends.

You've been more help
than you know.

Trouble.

Hmm.

ID's, security background
on everyone in K.'s compound.

PHELPS: Good work.

Do you have nothing
to say to each other?

Oh, of course.

It's been a long time, Mukhta!

Who is this man?

This is Jared, returned to us.

He has had plastic surgery.

Ah, you should try it sometime.

Ah, Ismahan.

Ah.

You're looking so well.

It's good to have
you back, Jared.

Laurel Taylor,

geneticist
and my right hand.

-How do you do?
-(sensor beeping)

(beeping continues)

Is there something wrong, Jared?

You've seen this
a hundred times.

Last time I saw it,

I was much closer to it.

Not a pleasant memory.

Jared is even more handsome.

Do you not agree?

Yes, I think so.

What are you to him?

Are you his lover?

That's my business.

12 months ago,
it was my business.

Possibly it will be again.

I'd like to see the rest
of the growing wheat now.

Of course.
Mukhta.

Laurel?

Oh, I'II... I think I'll stay

and see how the seeds
are responding.

(grunts)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Jim, I'm alone
in the laboratory.

NICHOLAS: Well, you've developed
a fine product, Mukhta.

As is his duty.

Jim, there's a culture dish
filled with black seeds

in the radiation room.

Shannon, they have
to be destroyed.

Can you get in
and make the substitution?

Can do. I've got
the phony seeds.

GRANT:
Shannon, listen.

There's only 130 seconds
between bursts of radiation.

I know, Grant.

I can do it.

Be careful.

NICHOLAS:
The virus is fully developed.

Think of it, Jouseff.

Millions of seeds,

each one of them
a messenger of death.

Death and famine.

This is truly a weapon.
A weapon to surpass any bomb.

Shannon!

Ismahan, she's coming back.

(beeping)

(banging on door)

Jim?

Jim, do you read me?

NICHOLAS: When this crop
is harvested,

the kernels which have been
impregnated with the virus

will be ready for irradiation.

What is it?

You are sick?

Oh, no, it...

It's a migraine.

Ever since the plastic surgery.

Excuse me.

Can I get you something?

Anything
that will kill the pain.

? ?

Ah, thank you.

Thank you.

Mukhta!

Fire extinguisher!

Jared!

Where is Jared?!

Jouseff!

-Jared!
-Jouseff!

I'm all right.
I'm all right.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

(sighs)
Thank heaven for that.

She's exchanged our black seeds
for the infected ones.

All right, so far, so good.

Now she and Nicholas have to
destroy Jared's research.

While Max sets up
the final blow.

Grant.

I've got an idea.

The notes,
and all of Jared's work

no longer...

exist.

So much for his research.

You must understand, there
have been unavoidable delays.

HAKIM: You have enjoyed
certain privileges and honors

since you promised us
this weapon,

a weapon you said
was more powerful

than any nuclear device.

Now you bring me plants,

seeds.

Excellency, I do not
make promises I cannot keep.

It has been over four years.

Perhaps the comforts you
have enjoyed over this time

have dulled
your sense of purpose.

I assure you not, General.

And I doubly assure you,
our patience is limited,

and we have no sympathy
for failure.

Believe me, General,
in a matter of weeks,

America will be on its knees,
begging for mercy.

Be sure it is America, Jouseff.

Not you.

You said you
had refined the virus.

Accelerated it.

You said it was almost ready.

NICHOLAS: Almost.
I said almost.

We lost so much in America.

Surely you understand that.

Cultures, seedlings,
viral organisms.

Your interference
is not helping.

I am not the only one
growing impatient.

The General is also waiting
for the weapon

-you promised us.
-A week.

No. Not a week.
Tomorrow.

You will be ready tomorrow.

Jouseff, do not threaten me.

Without me, you have nothing.

True!

I do need you, Jared.

But I do not need her.

Do you understand me?

Tomorrow!

By midday!

(door opens and shuts)

(valve squeaks)

(liquid splashing)

(beeps)

What are you telling me?

I'm telling you
that your friend Jared

and his American paramour
have wiped the tapes.

The whole of the research
has been obliterated.

You have no copy?

That, too is gone.

I knew something was wrong from
the moment I laid eyes

on that woman.

The seeds...

At least we still have those.

A mere handful.

But enough to carry out
our plan.

Get them for me.

But Jouseff,
they may not be ready.

Get them.

Keeping the records
was your duty, Ismahan.

You failed!

Jouseff!

(pounding on door)

(gasping and sobbing)

Come with me!

Have you forgotten
how to knock, Jouseff?

(laughs)

I have forgotten
many things, Jared.

But I haven't forgotten
how to deal with my enemies.

I thought we were friends.

We were, Jared...

until you betrayed me.

I have checked your computer.

What are you talking about?
He's done everything you asked.

He has used my money,
my support, my facilities

to develop his virus.

For your benefit, Jouseff,
and for our country.

And then he has sold his
discovery to the highest bidder.

To our enemies.
Guards!

You are under arrest.

You will be given a fair trial

and then you will be executed...

for treason.

(nearby conversation)

(grunts, groans)

(grunts, groans)

(screaming)

(panting)

Grant?

I've got a problem.

Max, are you all right?

MAX:
Yeah.

But the timing device
has seen better days.

Look...

I've connected the sprinkler
system to the gasoline tanks,

but without the timing device...

-I can't set it off.
-Can you find a bucket?

A bucket?!

Well, not around here.

Maybe there's one
in the laboratory.

(door opens)

(door closes)

My friend?

My eyeglasses, please.

I can hardly see without them.

A last... request.

(sighs)
Thank you.

Jim.

Nicholas has been arrested.

Everything's going
according to plan.

And no sign of Shannon.

While I will face
the wrath of the General,

it is you who will face
the executioner

unless you agree to testify
as state witness against Jared.

I can't do it.

Then you will both
be found guilty!

I told you, I didn't know
what he was up to.

I have no idea why he did it.

Because he is a traitor,
and you assisted him.

(whispers): No.

No?

You will speak
against him,

or die.

The choice is yours.

(sighs)

? ?

Grant, I'm all set.

Good.

Now just make sure there's no
more than a trickle of gasoline.

We don't want that bucket
to fill too early.

MAX:
Gotcha.

(guards speak native language)

HAKIM: The People's Court
is now in session.

We will hear charges.

I bring a charge
against this man,

Jared, of treason against
the people and the state.

This is the man you assured us

would provide Orambaq
with a new and deadly weapon.

It is, your Excellency,

and he has betrayed
the trust I placed in him.

I am not interested
in trust, Jouseff K.

Beware how you proceed

or you'll find yourself
before this same Tribunal.

PHELPS:
Please let me through.

(men shouting gruffly)

Please, let me through,
please, gentlemen.

I must enter the court.

What is happening there?
Who is this man?

I beg your pardon, Excellency.

I... apologize for entering
your court in this manner.

My name is Wilson,

and I'm an attorney
for Amnesty International.

I'm here to act as counsel for,
uh, Miss... Laurel Taylor?

Laurel Taylor is
only a witness here.

She does not stand accused.
This is the man on trial.

Sir, do you...

require representation?

Yes, sir.

Your Excellency...

Let them talk.

Thank you.

(groans)

I call the man known
as Jouseff K.

(surprised murmurs)

I am prosecuting this man.

And I am calling you
as a witness.

You will take the stand.

Now...

you accuse my client

of destroying the weapon

for financial gain.

He has obviously sold out
to the Americans.

Everyone has his price.

Oh, yes, yes.

Everyone has his price.

Even you?

No! I am not on trial here.

You know what Jared
is charged with?

Yes.

Did you assist him in any way?

I assisted him in his research,

but I didn't help him
destroy it.

Then you acknowledge his guilt?

I'm sorry.

I don't want to die.

All right!

All right, I confess.

I did destroy my research.

But I am proud of what I did!

Jared, be careful.

He confesses his guilt!

Yes, I'm guilty!

The seeds I produced

would have made
my country strong,

but I was tempted to sell out
by that man, Jouseff K!

It was himself, Jouseff K.,
that convinced me...

no, ordered me...
to destroy my research

so that our people
could never have it.

What are you saying?

Isn't it true you masterminded
the whole scheme?

He is lying!

The whole plan was mine,
but not to destroy the seeds,

to destroy our enemies.

And I was almost ready!

The seeds have been
ready for weeks,

but he sold out
to the Americans.

PHELPS: And, isn't it true
the final step

in your plan was to destroy
the research facility?

These are lies!

Lies!

All lies!

I am loyal to Orambaq!

I dealt with nobody!

I am loyal to Orambaq!

This is a conspiracy!

And you are the conspirator!

No! No!

The compound!

The laboratory!

Hold him!

No!

Hold them all!

Take them to their cells!

(gallery clamoring)

He gave no mercy,
and he'll get none

from the executioner's sword.

(theme music playing)