All language subtitles for Mission Impossible (1988) - 01x01 - The Killer.DEiMOS.English.HI.updated.Addic7ed.com

[ Distant foghorn blows ]

[ cable car bell clanging ]

[ car horn honks ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

MAN: Now what we do
is a little asset survey,

and we should clear ourselves
over $15 million.

Sweet little deal.

MAN 2: Sounds like an incredible
deal, Alfred.

MAN 3: Well, he figured he had
everything under control.

Kept the pressure on his board.

Thought he had the votes
to start with.

He really thought he'd won.

So off he went
to the South of France

to get away from it all.

I moved in with one of those
sweet little bonus offers...

[ conversation trails off ]

[ elegant piano music plays ]

Good evening, sir.

Thank you.

ALFRED:
I own 72% of the company.

I'd say that was the bargain
of the century.

Oh, I don't know if "bargain"
is the word I'd have used, Tom.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey, Tom.
Good to see you...

Champagne, sir?

Thank you.

[ Muffled whoosh, thud ]

Oh, no.

Mm-hmm.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ groaning ]

Sir, are you all right?

[ Grunts ]

[ groaning ]

No!

[ Yelling ]

What's happening?!

- ALFRED: Tom?
- No!

- What's wrong?
- On fire!

- [ Screaming ]
- ALFRED: Hey. Wait a minute.

[ Screaming ]

and although we are here
to say good-bye

to Tom Copperfield's body
in this world,

the one thing Christians have is
eternal life.

We believe
that when God gives life,

he gives it forever,

and even though they
are no longer with us

in the physical sense,

they are here with us
at all times

in the hearts and minds
of those left behind.

May God give Tom life forever.

May the perpetual light
shine upon him,

and when the souls
of the faithful are parted,

with the mercy of God,
rest in peace.

- Amen.
- MOURNERS: Amen.

♪ ♪

[ theme music playing ]

What do you use for bait
when you're fishing?

I don't use bait.

I use a spinner.

Oh, I only use a spinner
when I'm game fishing.

They say the man
they buried this morning

worked in one of those
secret government agencies.

Yes, that's what I understand.

I hear the man they buried
was a team leader.

The best they ever had.

Except for the man
who trained him.

They... they say those two
were like father and son.

Yes, they were.

[ Beeping ]

MALE VOICE:
Welcome back, Jim,

though I wish it weren't
under these circumstances.

This is the man
we believe was responsible

for the death for your friend
and protégé, Tom Copperfield.

No one knows his real name.

He uses many identities.

Currently, he's using the name
Matthew Drake.

From what we can find out,
Drake has an exclusive contract

with a powerful
underworld leader

whom we know only
by his code name, Scorpio.

Your friend, Tom Copperfield,

was moving in on Scorpio
when he was killed.

Sooner or later, Drake will be
ordered to kill again.

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

is to prevent his next murder
and discover the identity

of Scorpio,
the man ultimately responsible

for Tom Copperfield's death.

As always, should you or any

of your IM Force
be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This disc will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

[ Remote control beeps ]

Time does march on.

MALE VOICE: Nicholas Black
excels in disguise,

languages and acting.

When Nicholas
isn't working for us,

he's teaching drama
at an Eastern university.

As with all selections,
further information

will be available in printout.

Casey Randall was a top designer
on three continents

when her fiancé was killed
in a terrorist bombing in Rome.

She helped us trap
the terrorist responsible

and has worked with IMF
ever since.

[ Remote beeps ]

Max Harte was still
in high school

when the war in Vietnam ended.

But when his brother didn't
come home from a POW camp,

Max organized his own mission
to find him-- and did.

[ Remote beeps ]

[ remote beeps ]

Grant Collier.

That's right, Jim--
Barney Collier's son.

And where Barney left off,
his son picked up.

Grant graduated from MIT at 16,

where one of his professors
called him

the greatest inventive mind
to come out of MIT in 20 years.

[ Remote beeps ]

[ ♪ ]

Late yesterday, I got word Drake
has orders to go to England.

I've since learned
that his plane is due to arrive

at Heathrow Airport
at 9:00 a.m. on Friday

And that he's booked out
under two separate names

on flights later that night.

Which means, if he's going
to kill someone,

he has to do it
within that time frame.

- Any idea who his target is?
- PHELPS: Not yet.

Apparently, he has to make
a phone call

when he reaches London
to get that information.

He's not going
to make this easy.

NICHOLAS: Drake has stayed alive
by not making things easy.

In all the murders
he's been linked to,

he's never killed twice in a row
in the same fashion.

Yes, from the hallucinogenic
drug he gave Tom Copperfield

to a sniper's rifle, he always
chooses something different.

And the problem is, he waits

till the last possible moment
to make that choice.

At random-- that's the key.

There's a certain logic to that.

If I don't know
what I'm going to do,

then neither does anybody else.

Yes, that's why we have
to get close to him,

right inside his skin.

We have to know
what he's going to do

at the same time
he knows it himself.

Grant.

Well, I've been
in contact with London,

and they're gonna loan us the
couple of extra men we'll need.

That include
the laser technician?

That's right.

We're looking at the kind of
hotel Drake seems to favor--

small but classy.

Now, he selects these
at random, also.

But in this case,
we're gonna make

his random selection for him.

This will be the one he chooses.

Absolutely under our control,

all previous identification
has been removed.

Right now, it's a total blank.

All right,
we can't afford any mistakes.

If we lose Drake,
we lose our chance

to identify his boss, Scorpio.

Jim, we're not
gonna let that happen.

We know what this one
means to you.

That'll be four pound 20,
please, Guv.

Thank you.

The outside camera's operative.

This one'll be ready
in a minute.

Good.

Any more on Drake's plane?

It's over an hour late.

Jim, meet Tim Connor
from our London office.

He's here helping Grant
with some of our laser work.

Glad to have you aboard, Tim.

Thank you, sir.
It's an honor to work with you.

An hour late.

Will that affect our plan?

It could, if he has to make
his phone call

at a prearranged time,
if he has to make the call

before he checks into his...
hotel.

Anything, Grant?

[ Computer beeps ]

Drake's plane will touch down
in just about three minutes.

Good.

25 minutes-- that's all
I'll need once he gets his cab.

[ Radio static warbles ]

WOMAN [ over radio ]:
...Charlie, car two.

Go to 29.

Repeat. 29, Albernon Road,
Heath row.

[ Radio chatter continues
indistinctly ]

WOMAN [ over P.A. ]:
Will Mr. Glover please proceed

to gate 2-B?

Mr. Glover.

Last call for Flight 8870,

nonstop service to Brussels.

Cab, sir?

No, thanks.

Oi, I'm the first in line.

You got to ride with me.

Say, do you know
where the Raeburn is?

The Raeburn?

Yeah, here.

Oh, the Raeburn Hotel
in Kensington.

Sure.

I know where it is.

As a matter of fact, I took this
nice lady there last week...

Spare me the details;
I'm in a hurry.

Ah, please, let me get that
for you, sir.

Can I take your bags?

I can manage.

The Raeburn it is.

All right, you heard it,
the Raeburn.

[ Typing ]

Raeburn Hotel.

16 Craven Hill.

R-A-E-B-U-R-N.

DRAKE [ over radio ]:
How long's it gonna take

to get to the hotel?

NICHOLAS:
Depends on traffic.

20, 25 minutes.

DRAKE:
Phone book says 15.

Now, if you can't do it in that,
I'm gonna find a cabbie who can.

NICHOLAS:
Hey, if any cabbie'll

get you there
in 15 minutes, I can.

15 minutes, Jim.

Just not enough time.

We don't have a choice;
we have to make it work.

[ Beeping ]

We'll never be ready
at the pace he's going.

Max will do what he can,
but Drake's insistence

on being here in 15 minutes
probably means

he has to make the phone call
to get his assignment.

If we slow him down too much,
he's liable to bolt.

[ Steam whistles softly ]

All set, Jim.

Casey, give me a level.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.

All right, you better
finish off in there.

Just another minute, Jim.

[ Beeping ]

[ engine starts ]

[ siren wailing ]

[ siren continues wailing ]

Oh, now what?

I guess I put my finger
in it a little bit.

But don't worry,
I'll bluff my way out of it.

[ Siren stops ]

[ indistinct radio chatter ]

Could I see your license, sir?

Morning, officer.

Did I do something wrong?

You were going 20 miles
over the speed limit.

20 miles?

Listen, officer, this fare of
mine is in a bit of a hurry.

You see, I picked him up
at Heathrow... [ stammers ]

Could I just see your license,
please, sir?

Would you have a heart, mate?

Just get it over with.

I'll pay you
what the ticket costs.

NICHOLAS:
Lousy cops.

I mean, how do you make
a living these days?

Thank you, sir.

MAX:
Drake looks nervous.

I'll hold him as long as I can.

[ Steam hisses ]

NICHOLAS:
I know you're in a hurry.

I'm sorry about this.

Eh, keep it going, Nick.

We need the minutes, pal.

What is the holdup?

Why is he taking so long?

I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm gonna find myself
another cab.

Would you have a heart?

I need the fare.

[ Door closes ]

Room is set, Jim.

Thanks, Casey.

DRAKE: I'm not gonna wait
much longer, you know.

Better move, Max.

MAX:
Right.

You'd think you'd be
out catching crims

instead of bothering
honest working people, hmm?

[ Clears throat ]

Drive carefully next time, sir.

Sorry, sir.

I tried to hold him
as long as I could.

We need more time, Max.

Seven minutes.

All the cameras are set,

and the microphone's
under the front desk.

Nicholas is doing what he can.

Let's just hope Max can get to
the next point before they do.

Only the best for the Raeburn.

Talk about hot off the press.

[ ♪ ]

Looks like they've stalled.

Oh, come on, come on.

Come on!
Would you move it?!

Move it, will you?!

I told you I was
on a tight schedule.

NICHOLAS: Give me a break.
What do you want me to do?

You want me to drive through it?

DRAKE: Look, I got to get
to a phone booth.

Either back up,
or I'm gonna get out of here.

Blast it.

What's this now?

Can you believe this?

This is ridiculous.
I'm getting out.

No, no, hey!

I told you, I'll get you there.

MAX: Jim, I couldn't
hold him any longer.

I almost lost him.

No more time.

Are we ready?

We're about to find out.

I'm sorry I took a little longer
than 15 minutes.

Ah, forget it.

You know, you ought to
do yourself a favor

and keep your big mouth shut.

Good morning.

[ British accent ]:
Oh, sorry. Good morning, sir.

I'd like to have a room, please.

A room. Yes, we have one of the
very best available, room 12.

I'd like to pick my own.

I beg your pardon?

DRAKE:
I'd like to pick my own room.

Uh, say, uh...

How about room seven?

Room seven?

Well, yes, I do believe
you're in luck.

Room seven is available.

If you just care to fill out
the register, sir.

[ Clock ticking ]

[ bell rings ]

[ clacking ]

If you will just show this
gentleman to room seven, please.

Certainly. Would you like
to follow me, sir?

Enjoy your stay, sir.

DRAKE:
Yeah, thanks.

Are you all right?

I wonder if I've been away
from this too long.

I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to reach
across the counter

and grab him by the throat.

He killed your best friend, Jim.

No one's going to fault you
on that emotion.

TIM [ over video ]:
Here we are, sir.

[ Electronic beep ]

[ luggage thuds on floor ]

TIM:
All set.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

All right, the trap's been set.

Let's spring it.

DRAKE [ on tape ]:
I'd like to pick my own room.

I'd like to pick my own room.

I'd like to pick my own room.

I'd like to pick my own room.

Sounds good.

Nah, I think
it needs a little more bass.

[ Tape rewinding ]

TIM:
Hope you're comfortable.

If there's anything else
you need, sir,

please don't hesitate
to give us a call.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

[ Door closes ]

[ dial tone droning ]

Come on.

[ Dial tone droning ]

[ droning stops ]

Damn!

He's leaving the room.

But as long as he uses the phone
in the lobby, we're set.

Yeah.

Max, do you have him?

Right on target, Jim.

[ Phone dialing
on surveillance video ]

[ dialing continues ]

[ coin clinks in slot ]

[ indistinct conversation
inside building ]

[ phone ringing ]

[ lively chatter ]

[ ringing continues ]

I'm waiting for a friend
to call.

DRAKE: This is the friend
from California.

You're late.

I nearly wasn't here.

It couldn't be helped.

You have something for me?

WOMAN:
Yes.

DRAKE: All right,
where do we meet?

WOMAN: City Botanical Gardens
by the river.

DRAKE:
Be there at noon.

How will I find you?

Wear a white rose,
and I'll find you.

Just a little more than an hour.

If we can still catch her.

[ Phone ringing through ]

[ phone ringing ]

[ indistinct,
overlapping crowd chatter ]

Hello?

[ Imitates Drake ]: it's me again,
your friend from California.

What now? Decided
we don't like white roses?

Decided I didn't want to wait
so long for the information.

Look, it's the way I work.

WOMAN:
Where, then?

At my hotel, the Raeburn.

Do you know where that is?

No.

It's near
the corner of Longbridge Street

and Military Road.

I'm in room eight.

I can find you.

Be here in 30 minutes.

And forget the white rose.

Let's go.

WOMAN: What now? Decided
we don't like white roses.

What now? Have you decided
you don't like white roses?

I think the register
should be a little higher.

What now? Have you decided
you don't like white roses?

[ Tape rewinding ]

For a guy who makes his living
by killing people,

he's certainly relaxed.

PHELPS:
That's what makes him so good.

He's leaving early.

He's a careful man.

He probably wants to have a good
look at the botanical gardens.

Jim, if I'm not mistaken,
here comes Drake's lady.

This is gonna be close.

Excuse me?

Could you tell me where room
eight is, please?

Mr. Drake's room?

Yes. If you turn right
at the top

of the first flight of stairs,
you'll find his room there.

Thank you.

[ Door closes below ]

I'm looking for a friend.

From California?

It's all in there.

Oh.

Who pays off
when I make the hit?

I do.

As I said, it's all in there.

Let me know when it's done.

So this is the man.

Looks like I'm elected.

William Bratton,

president of a California-based
construction union,

will be at the Crown
Regent Hotel, Room 526.

He'll be in his room
from 4:30 to 5:00 p.m. today

working on a speech.

He'll be alone.

Well, at least we know where

he's gonna make the hit
and when.

Yes, and who he's going to kill.

Let's hope not.

PHELPS:
Okay, Grant, we're locked.

Ready?

[ Whirring ]

[ whirring ]

You're on.

DRIVER:
Hyah. Come on.

Hyah.

[ Distant voices of children ]

[ birds singing ]

[ boat horn blowing ]

You're looking for a friend?

Depends upon where he's from.

California do?

That'll do just fine.

So you're the famous man.

And you're Scorpio's messenger.

Though I must say,

you're the most attractive one
I've seen so far.

CHILD:
Mommy? Mommy?

You called me
"the famous man." Why is that?

Your last job attracted a lot
of attention.

Rather spectacular.

That doesn't please you?

Look, I work
in one of the few businesses

where fame is not something
one hopes for.

Now the hotel
where this guy's staying--

how far is it from here?

Just under a mile.

When I'm done, who pays?

Call me. I'll be there.

You know, being famous
could have its advantages.

You're not the girl
I talked to on the phone.

Should I take that
as a compliment?

Take it any way you like.

I was planning to leave tonight,
but maybe I'll stay.

MAN:
Taxi!

How's Bratton?

He's upset. it's not every day
you find out

a professional assassin's out
to kill you.

Will he cooperate?

Well, he's not happy about it,

but he's agreed to stay out
of it until this is all over.

PHELPS:
All right.

Now the question is,
how will Drake try to kill him?

There's quite a few rooftops
out here.

Give him a clear shot.

Well, if that's how
he's gonna make his move,

I'll make it easy for him.

That may be too easy.

We have to remember,
this man is unpredictable.

There's no telling
where he may come from.

I'm gonna be a couple
of doors down the hall.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ man shouting indistinctly ]

[ horn honks ]

[ brakes squeal ]

[ beeps ]

Jim, I lost Drake.

All right, Grant,
we can call this off.

Not a chance, Jim.

There's no telling where or how
he's gonna make the hit.

This is a big hotel,
we can't cover it all.

I always liked surprises.

MAN:
Car. Edward?

Sorry I lost him.

Yeah, still no sign of him.

I'll cover the back.

[ Phone ringing through ]

WOMAN:
Front desk. May I help you?

Room 526, please.

[ Phone rings ]

I've got a call.
Switching you on.

GRANT:
Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Bratton.
- Yes?

My name is Lou Lawrence.

I'm with one of the local
trade unions.

I was wondering if I might
be able to come up

and see you for a few minutes.

What union did you say?

I'm the secretary
of the Pipefitters' union.

It'd be a big help to us,
Mr. Bratton.

Okay, what time did you want
to come up?

Uh, in 15 minutes.

Fine. I'll be here.

Thank you, Mr. Bratton.

Yeah, thank you, Mr. Bratton.

You heard it. 15 minutes.

He can't be far.

[ ♪ ]

Max, anything?

No, nothing yet.

Anything, Nicholas?

Not yet, Jim.

He's got to show up soon.

[ ♪ ]

Jim, Drake's just come out
of the back of the hotel.

I don't like that.

He likes to set up the job
and be gone.

Grant, get out of there!
Get out now!

Grant!

Grant, are you okay?

- I'm all right.
- Are you sure?

I'm okay. [ grunts ]

Jim, yeah, Grant seems okay.

Good.

All right, it's still working.

We're one step away
from Scorpio.

Welcome home.

Well, well, well.

Step away from the door.

All right,
let's settle down here.

Now, who are you?

I guess you could say
I'm your replacement.

I told you
you're becoming too famous.

Scorpio doesn't like that.

Scorpio sent you?

The old company loyalty
isn't what it used to be.

I guess the proverbial
gold watch looks

pretty good right now,
doesn't it?

[ Casey screams, gun fires ]

No.

No, please.

Loyalty.

[ Grunts ]

[ grunts ]

I'll teach Scorpio
about loyalty.

Casey.

You all right?

For someone who just
got hit by a train?

Fine, just fine.

[ Sighs ]

Nice work, Casey.

Drake's on his way to Heathrow,
Max is following.

Next stop, Scorpio.

Drake went in a few minutes ago.

This is where
Tom Copperfield died.

Alfred Chambers lives
in the penthouse.

He was supposed to be
Tom Copperfield's friend.

The preliminary investigation
cleared him of any involvement.

Oh, and maybe
Matthew Drake didn't.

Police?

Yeah, they're on their way.

- MAN [ over phone ]: Hello.
- ALFRED: Barry?

- [ Over phone ]: Yeah.
- This is Chambers.

I want you to put the heat
on that Amalgamated crowd.

- [ Over phone ]: All right.
- I want 'em out of the game now.

- BARRY: I understand.
- Okay.

- Get back to me on it.
- All right.

[ Muffled whoosh, thud ]

I'm breaking a golden rule
with you.

I'm killing you the same way
I killed Copperfield.

Why?

Call it a lesson in loyalty.

[ Gun clicking ]

[ clicking continues ]

Who do you think I am?

You think I'm stupid?

[ Grunts ]

[ gasps ]

MAN: We have an identity
on the dead man?

MAN 2:
Alfred Chambers.

Crazy-- three weeks ago, a guy
jumped from the penthouse.

Now the guy who lives there
takes a dive

after getting some other guy
with a knife.

[ Garbled radio transmission ]

it's over.

Tom Copperfield's job
is finished.

He was a good friend.

What'll you do now, Jim?

Well, I think I'll have to stay.

Be a shame to break up a nice
team like this, wouldn't it?

[ Theme music playing ]