All language subtitles for 1 (The Golden Serpent-Part 1)

- (beeps)
- It's in deep jungle.

The only way in or out's
by river.

They've been loading
bales of stuff all day.

I'm going to try and get inside.

(indistinct shouting)

(conversing indistinctly)

(beeps)

It's raw opium.

I've found how they've
been taking it out.

In hollow torpedoes
aboard a submarine.

That's why the Coast Guard
hadn't picked them up before.

MAN: Make sure the ship
is on time, Baal.

There are two men obviously
in charge of the operation.

And I swear one of them
is the prince... Prince Selimun.

I'm going in for a closer look.
Over.

Your Highness...

(indistinct voices)

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Baal, the submarine
has monitored

low-band radio
broadcasts nearby.

We're being watched.

(crackling)

Up there.

You know what to do.

(yelling)

(groans)

Dispose of it.

(theme music playing)

(ships' horns blaring)

I understand this
fort was built

to repel the Russians
in the Crimean War.

That's right, but
the Russians didn't come.

So these guns were
never fired in anger?

They're like new.

Take a look at
that one over there.

(beeping)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

What you're looking at
is a signet ring

with the embossed design
of a cobra.

It is the symbol and passkey

of an organization known
as Golden Serpent.

A notorious
Southeast Asian Triad,

the Golden Serpent has expanded

its worldwide
drug-smuggling operations,

and uses the revenue from drugs

to gain control over
Third World nations.

We've already lost the leader
of another IM team

to the Golden Serpent.

But one of that team has managed
to infiltrate

and gain the trust
of the organization

and has remained undetected
for almost three months.

While the identity of the man

who heads the Golden Serpent
is still unknown,

our agent has been working for
its most important member...

Prince Selimun,

ruler of the small Southeast
Asian country of Benarli.

The enormous cash flow from his
drug-running operation

is essential
to the Golden Serpent.

Without it, they would
be unable to operate.

Your mission, Jim,

should you choose to accept it,
is to bring the prince

and the leader of the
Golden Serpent to justice

and to obtain details

of their international
distribution network.

We believe
the Golden Serpent ring

may be the key
to that information.

As always, should you or any
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.

(beeping and hissing)

(whirring)

Prince Selimun of Benarli.

Our psychiatrists tell us

he's a classic and very
dangerous sociopath,

and has been
since childhood.

Wasn't he one
of a set of twins?

Yes. His brother was born just
three minutes ahead of him,

thereby becoming
the heir to the throne.

Now when the boys

were nine years old, they
went swimming in a river,

and the older brother
was drowned.

And Selimun was suspected
of being responsible,

but it was all hushed up.

Was the brother's body
ever recovered?

No. And Selimun lives
with the fear today

that his brother will come back
and take revenge

and try to claim
his rightful throne.

And it's that fear we plan
to take advantage of.

Yes.

Now, the Golden Serpent Triad
owns the island itself,

but the house was built
for the prince,

solely to serve
as the Benarli consulate.

As a cover for their
drug-refining activities, right?

Exactly.
And I think it's a fair bet

that also hidden
somewhere on the island

are all of the records of the
whole drug-running network.

That looks like
a $20 million house.

The Golden Serpent treats
its employees well.

According to IM
computer research,

every month
they deposit $1 million

into his Swiss bank account,
for his services

in taking care of those drugs.

How do we go after this guy?

Play both ends
against the middle.

Make the prince think
the Golden Serpent

is trying to get rid of him,

and we make
the Golden Serpent think

the prince has gone
into business for himself.

Well, Grant has made
some entree cards.

It'll help us make contact.

Speaking of cards, we do have
one ace up our sleeve.

The undercover agent
who's penetrated

the prince's operations.

(indistinct voices)

The shipment is coming in.

(whirring and clanking)

(dull thudding)

? ?

(beeping)

(indistinct voices)

MAN: Load 'em up on the forklift
and get 'em out of here.

(indistinct voices)

(buzzing)

Do you know what
this is, Baal?

Wealth and power.

What are a few miserable
lives compared to that?

(machinery whirring)

? ?

(beeping)

Yes?

I'm scrambling.

(click)

(static hissing)

(click)

(beeping)

This shipment will be ready
by morning.

You can sail then.

Your money will be paid
in the usual way.

His Royal Highness
has a shipment for us.

I'll handle the distribution
through the usual channels.

I like your new toy.

So do I.

(upbeat music playing)

(laughter and chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Dad.

Grant.

Looks like another
family affair.

Is Jim here?

He will be.

Pretty girl over there...
Shannon.

Excuse me. Could you see
that the prince gets this?

And, uh, tell him
that it's very important.

Yes, ma'am.

She's on the team.

(beeps)

(engine idling)

(device beeps)

That's Grant's signal.

Time to party.

(boat engine humming)

GRANT:
Know how to use this thing?

Hmm.

I built the prototype
when you were in preschool.

(lively party chatter)

(electrical hissing)

(door buzzes)

The prince wants the shipment
out tomorrow.

It will be packed by midnight.

Good.

You have quite an unusual way
of introducing yourself.

Well, I had to get your
attention, Your Highness.

Why?

To keep you alive.

(Prince Selimun laughs)

I appreciate that, really.

And what must I do for you
in return?

Nothing.

I just couldn't let it happen.

I couldn't be a party to murder.

(ringing)

(ringing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)

Hello.

Hello?

Hello!

Anybody there?

Hello?!

We load tomorrow at dawn.

Be ready.

Yes, sir.

You are suggesting
someone's going to murder me?

Who?

Let's just say that your brother
is involved.

My brother?
My brother is dead.

No! No, they're using him.

Two men...

Oh, my God!

Who are those men?

Your Highness.

You have a great island here.

I'm glad you like it.

- Excuse me.
- Like it?

I want to buy it.

Name your price, Your Highness.

We will do business.

The island is not for sale.

Now get out of my way!

(engine idling)

(engine roaring)

I want her followed, Baal.

I want to know who she is.

And those two.

Check them out.

I think we've got
the prince's attention.

(tape squeaking)

MAN: I thought you should see it
immediately, Your Highness.

(beeps)

I think our friend Collier
may be a spy.

Find him.

And get Baal.

The drops contract the muscles
of the eyelids,

so he's unable to close them.

What we're about to do,
Highness,

is project a laser beam

through the cornea of each eye.

The laser will penetrate into
the deep recesses of the brain,

directing images straight
into the cerebellum.

(high-pitched buzzing)

If you watch the screen,

you'll be able
to see full effect.

(high-pitched buzzing)

There's no visible damage
to the brain.

Not immediately.

(high-pitched buzzing continues)

First symptoms are
disorientation and nausea,

then excruciating pain.

It's ingenious.

Will he go mad or simply die?

It's impossible to tell,
Highness.

Do you hear that, Collier?

Death or madness.

It's not a pleasant choice.

You talk to us.

I work for the Golden Serpent.

So do l; we all work for them.

(buzzing intensifies)

(straining):
They don't trust you.

You liar!

(buzzing intensifying)

It's true!

They sent me here to watch you.

Who?!

Who doesn't trust me, Collier?

(Barney grunting)

(buzzing stops)

He's only fainted, Highness.

I will revive him.

The white-haired man,
have you checked him out?

Yes, Highness.

His name is James Striker.

He's a banker

from the Consul
National Bank of Zurich.

And the one who was
with this banker?

His name is Nicholas Cortez.

He's been indicted twice
for drug running.

But no verdict's ever been
obtained against him.

I don't like that connection,
Baal.

What of the girl?

She was followed
to a mainland hotel.

She's registered
as Shannon Purcell.

There are many questions here,
Collier,

to which you may have
the answers.

Make him talk.

(high-pitched buzzing)

(electrical whirring)

(whirring continues)

(whirring intensifies)

(whirring stops)

I was expecting you guys
an hour ago.

Well, we were followed.

It wasn't easy losing them.

When do you and Max go in?

Dad figures the best time's
just after dawn.

What about the guards?

The darts are a crystallized
version

of the gas we use
in our knockout cans.

It causes unconsciousness
and a total loss of memory

for 24 hours.

That ought to do the job.

How did it go?

Barney's coordinates led me
right to the spot.

There's another water passage
leading into the grotto,

but it's blocked off
by a steel grill.

Dad'll take care of the grill.

I hope so.
If we don't make the switch now,

the whole mission's in jeopardy.

Hey, he'll do it.

And I wouldn't like to be there

when the prince's employer
tests his new consignment.

I hate to break this up,

but I'm running late
for my date with Shannon.

Coming right up.

(whirring)

(switch clicks, whirring stops)

His Highness, Prince Selimun.

(imitates Selimun's voice):
Or his long-Iost twin brother.

(indistinct conversations)

Good evening, sir.

Right this way.

Hello, my dear.

- No. No.
- It only stands to reason.

- Now, we had a deal.
- (camera shutter clicks)

SHANNON: I don't want anything
to do with it.

You'll do whatever we tell you.
You understand that?

(shutter clicking)

It's all right.
Don't worry. You're fine.

(shutter clicks)

You lost them. You fool.

You'll pay for this!

Where's the girl?

She went to her room.

Bring her here.

Wake him again.

(high-pitched buzzing)

The prince wants to see you.

I suggest
you do not cause a problem.

Jim.

Yes, Nicholas?

The Prince's heavy just
grabbed Shannon.

Good, it's working.

She plays her cards right, she
might get the royal treatment.

You better get on down here.
We're ready to go.

Right.

This is as close as we dare get.

All right, Dad'll open
the gate at exactly 8:00 a.m.

After that, we're on our own.

(device trilling)

He's not going to be able

to tell us anything,
Highness.

His heart is fibrillating.

What does that mean?

He's dying, Highness.

A doctor might
be able to save him.

I need him.

If he dies, so do you.

(grunts)

(door closes)

Grant.

(groans)

MAN:
Okay, we're secure.

Watch your step, ma'am.

(beeping)

(trills)

? ?

(yells)

(grunts)

(lasers zapping)

? ?

(gate whirring)

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?!

(grunts)

(silenced dart)

(gasps)

Yeah!

Dad!

Dad!

What the hell have they done?

Son, the heroin.

Make the switch.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Make the switch!

Go on!

(groans)

He'll be okay. He's tough.

We gotta get him out of here.

Yeah, sure, buddy.

SELIMUN:
I really don't know who this is.

My brother drowned when
we were nine years old.

Swimming accident.

The river swept him away.

Well, that's not how
Jehani tells it.

Jehani?

That is his name, isn't it?

And he certainly looks like you.

How did he plan to kill me?

All I know is that they plan
on doing it soon.

Who's behind it?

If I tell you that,
then they'll kill me.

And if you don't,
Baal will do the job for them.

And I would find that
a great pity.

Now tell me what you know.

They'll never know we made
the switch.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

You're gonna have to help me
with Dad.

He's in no shape to dive.

We got no scuba gear for him.

Then he can use mine,
and you can take him out.

Get the stuff into the water!

Yeah.

(grunts)

I want your guarantee
of protection.

That can be arranged.

We leave for Sydney
this afternoon.

You'll be one of a number
of women aboard my yacht.

But none will be
as beautiful as you.

Now tell me.

Well, they never discussed
things much when I was around,

but one time
Jehani had been drinking.

He said that they wanted
to help him get his throne back.

By killing me?

Yes.

He said something
about a snake...

a Golden Serpent.

(groaning softly)

We'll finish
what you started, Dad.

Now we're gonna get you
out of here.

I'm afraid not, son.

Come on, man, you can't just
give up, all right?

I'm... I'm sorry, son.

I don't want you sorry.

(sobbing):
Dad... Dad...

Come on, Dad.

Don't... don't die.
All right? Dad!

(elevator whirrs)

Someone's coming down.

(sobbing): Dad!

If they catch us here,
the mission's blown.

To hell with the mission!

He'd do the same in your place.

He wouldn't leave me.

He would.

He'd have to.

He'd do his job.

Come on.

(grunts)

Unconscious!

He did that?

Collier?

He must have been
trying to escape.

He's cut off the laser.

Well, switch it on!

(zapping)

Close the outer gate.

(gate whirring)

(gate clangs)

(indistinct voices)

(beeps)

Jim, do you read me?

JIM:
Yes, Shannon.

SHANNON: He's setting
a course toward Sydney.

The prince has some type of
function at the Opera House.

Has the shipment come on board?

It's being loaded now.

SELIMUN:
What are you doing?

Oh! Damn it!

What was that?

My compact.

You startled me,
and I dropped it.

I'll replace it.

(sighs)

Shannon's had to break off.

Anyway, the prince is on
his way to Sydney by sea.

That'll give us time to
fly down and get set up.

Your father was my best friend.

I knew him for 20 years.

Well, you were the lucky one.

He was my father,

and I saw him maybe one whole
week every year of my life.

Well, that's the job
he had to do.

Yeah.

The job took his life.

Not just today.

Before I was even born.

There was nothing left.

Nothing for my mom,
nothing for me.

The mission took everything.

Well...

nobody took anything
from Barney.

He gave it.

He gave everything he
had for his country,

and for your mother,
and for you.

I think most of all,
he gave it for you.

I hope you'll think
of him that way.

And have faith.

Is there something we can do?

(typing)

GRANT: Sydney Opera House
schedule for the 25th.

A reception.

On behalf of the International
Bureau of Drug Rehabilitation.

Guest of honor
and keynote speaker

is the great philanthropist
and humanitarian

Prince Selimun, Benarli.

You can't be serious.

I've never been more
serious in my life.

(indistinct conversations)

Max.

(foghorn blows)

(communicator beeping)

The prince has arrived.

Okay, Grant.
We're almost finished.

The prince has been sighted.

Let's hope he
enjoys his welcome.

I'd better get going.

This remote control
will set off the squibs

that Max and Nicholas
have laid in.

Timing will be critical.

All you have to do
is touch the button.

It'll transmit a signal to Max.

Then he'll start
firing for effect.

Yeah.

How are you holding up?

I wish Max wasn't firing blanks.

If it's any consolation
to you, Grant,

we're going to get these people.

We're going to get them.

(beeping)

How's it going, Max?

The wind's making it tough.

We've still got some time before
His Highness

is due to start his speech.

Well, I should be in position
in about ten minutes.

All right, good.

Hey, listen.
Once you've been seen,

you should have plenty of time
to make your getaway.

Right.

Thank you.

Very nice of you to come.

Thank you.

Grant, I'm in position.

Good work, Max.

Looks like the show's
about to begin.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please, may I have
your attention?

We are here today to honor

not only a patron of the arts,

but a humanitarian.

A man whose thoughts
are not for himself,

but for others less fortunate.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you Prince Selimun
of Benarli.

Thank you
for your warm welcome.

I feel privileged to

stand before this
magnificent structure

and tell you that all proceeds

from today's production
will be marked

for drug rehabilitation.

(crowd applauds)

Whatever efforts can be made to
assist those unfortunate victims

of drug addiction...

(Selimun mumbles)

(crowd murmurs)

(clears throat)

...those unfortunate young
victims.

- (crowd murmurs)
- (beep)

(panicked screaming)

(beep)

He's on the bridge!

Baal, he's on the bridge.

(communicator beeping)

Max, you got trouble
headed your way. Ten o'clock.

Damn it!

You'd better get going.

What about Max? There must be
something we can do.

No, there's nothing we
can do, and you know it.

? ?

(car horns honking)

(grunts)

(screams)

(crowd murmurs)

(grunts)

(cries out)

(chuckling)

(screams)

(strained grunting)

(yells)

(theme music playing)

(theme song playing)