All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 1x18 - Submarine.DVDRip.en

♪♪

(warbling, beeping)

(Warbling, beeping)

Good hunting.

(Engine revving)

(warbling, beeping)

(sonar whirring)

Is it a distress beacon or not?

I can't tell, sir.

It has a NATO signature,
but it won't unscramble.

(Warbling, beeping)

What's it coming from?

I don't know, sir.
Sonar's malfunctioning.

It was directly ahead
on our plotted course.

Contact in ten minutes
at cruise speed.

(Computer beeping)

The computers are going crazy.

What's our status?

Damage reports?

Our computers are
all corrupting, sir.

They've started
into the descrambler.

Reactor's heating up, Skipper.

Go to manual
and bypass computers.

We got a computer virus on board.

It's a blatant
act of aggression.

That beacon's sole purpose

was to infect our computer
with a virus.

General quarters,
condition zebra.

We'll neutralize
the transmitters.

(Alarm blaring)

Go torpedoes, fire at two-one.

Zebra. Go.

Move!

Ready.

Lock it up.

Go.

Fire on my mark.

Can we rely on weapon systems?

I'm not sure, sir.

They could be corrupted, too.

We have to take a chance.

On my mark.

Fire.

(Men screaming, shouting)

(rumbling)

(shouting continues)

Into the escape bells!

Everyone!

(Muffled explosions)

Into the escape bells.

Everyone, into the escape b...

(alarm blaring)

(theme music playing)

♪♪

I guess it takes

a special breed of man
to fly one of these babies.

Well, they're a special breed
of aircraft.

Part flying machine,
part computer.

The age of the microchip.

Long step from
the Wright brothers.

Climb in.

(Beeping)

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

The USS Concord was one of
the newest submarines

to join our Pacific fleet.

Two days ago,
she was lost at sea,

Apparently, the result
of sophisticated sabotage.

The loss has been
temporarily kept from the press.

Only three of her crew survived,
via their escape bells.

These survivors confirm
that the Concord blew apart

at the moment of
a retaliatory torpedo launch

against a radio beacon
similar to this.

The beacon was a fatal lure
for the Concord.

And our information
from black market intelligence

confirms its destructiveness
comes from a computer virus.

East-West
arms negotiations canceled

development of these weapons
on both sides three years ago.

Since almost all modern ships
are controlled by computer,

the unpredictable results
of this technology

could undermine the balance of
power and threaten world peace.

Our intelligence agencies
are convinced

that the sinking was
a ruthless demonstration

for this man, Etienne Reynard,

weapons procurer
for an extremist state.

Surveillance suggests
he is negotiating

to purchase the computer virus

to wreak havoc
on U.S. shipping in the Gulf.

The virus program
must be discovered

so that countermeasures
can be developed.

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

is to obtain that virus program
and put its creators

permanently out of
the arms business.

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.

(Rapid beeping)

(hissing)

Only a handful of
the computer virus transmitters

would be enough
to deny U.S. ships

access to vast stretches
of the world's oceans.

Now, we've been intercepting
Mr. Reynard's telephone calls.

(Computer beeps)

He's gotten top secret
Navy intelligence reports

on the sinking of the Concord.

And we've also learned
that he's booked a seat on board

the hovercraft into Hong Kong
two days from now.

We think it's at this
international terminal

where he will meet the supplier
of the computer virus.

And that'll be our chance
to identify the supplier.

And make some serious changes
to his game plan.

Ready, Nicholas?

Mm-hmm.

All right, two old friends
having a good time.

(Camera clicks)

Got it.

(Computer beeping quietly)

(printer hums)

How do we recover
this, uh, computer virus?

Well, a computer virus
is man-made.

String of numbers, programs
that attack computer software.

The danger they pose to humans

isn't from
the computer virus itself,

but from the computers
they may cause to malfunction.

That's exactly what happened
to the Concord.

Then if we know the program,
we can find the antidote.

That's right.

All Reynard's preparations

point to the transaction
taking place

a short distance from
the hovercraft terminal,

so timing will be critical.

We won't know
who the supplier is

until the moment
Reynard identifies him.

(People chattering quietly)

These are just for you, my dear.

There you go.

(laughs)

You know, that stuff
just cracks me up.

I mean, laugh and the world
laughs with you.

Isn't that what they say?

Bradley Dawson's the name.

Novelties and gimmicks.

(Clears throat)

There you are, son.

This sticker is
a ridiculous thing.

It won't come off.

Oh, no, no, that's for free.

That's just on me.

(Women speaking over P.A.
In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.):
Passengers leaving for Macau,

proceed to gate four.

Could be any of those people.

(Women speaking over P.A.
In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.):
Passengers leaving for Canton,

we'll be boarding
in five minutes at gate 15.

(Women speaking over P.A.
In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.):
Those passengers continuing on

to Kowloon, your boat has been
delayed for two hours.

There's Reynard.

GRANT:
Keep an eye on him.

See if he makes contact
with anyone.

That's him, in the blue suit.

All right, Nicholas.

Blue suit, at 1:00.

This is one dangerous guy.

All right, Nicholas,
we're patched in.

Your man's an admiral.
U.S. Navy.

Edgar Gene Sheppard.

Decorated.
Head of Digital Warfare,

strong opponent of the East-West
Accord on Virus Weapons.

Yes, I see him.

Contact lenses.

Now, they could be useful.

(Dog whining softly)

(dog panting)

(dog barking)

(security yelling in Chinese)

- Go!
-Hey!

- Let us through! Let us through!
- Easy!

(Speaking Chinese)

Easy!

Leave me alone.

There's a mistake.

GRANT: Ah, yes, the delicate
scent of tomcats.

Like a red rag to a bull.

This way.

(Barking continues)

In here.

Sit.

Passport.

Sheppard.

You so much as blink,
and you're a dead man.

(Gun hammer cocks)

Who are you?

My name is Oseri.

I'm Reynard's backup in case
anything went wrong.

You saw me get
off the hovercraft.

That proves very little.

Well, if I'm not who I say I am,

how come I knew how to
recognize you, Admiral?

OFFICIAL: Can you explain that,
Mr. Reynard?

REYNARD:
I have been set up.

It's a trick.

Those are not my weapons.

How do I know you're
who you say you are?

Perhaps this will convince you.

What about Reynard?

Our embassy will have him
out within 48 hours.

Well, this business is a lot
more urgent, don't you think?

(Women speaking over P.A.
In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.):
Passengers leaving for Canton,

we'll be boarding
in five minutes at gate 15.

PHELPS (over radio):
Grant, how's it going?

So far, so good.

We think Nicholas has
his man convinced.

Good. Then it's time for you two

to take Reynard out of
the play completely.

(Door opens)

I want no interruptions!

Narcotics Division.

We've been after
this man for some time.

You have nothing
to hold me here.

His name is Reynard.

He acts as a decoy.

If you check this label,
you'll see that it casts

a silhouette of a gun
and a grenade.

GRANT: Cat scent
impregnated in that label

was more than enough to
alert your guard dogs.

So while you're
interrogating this man...

His accomplice moves through
customs undetected.

I have never heard such rubbish.

Tell it on the move, pal.

REYNARD:
it's all lies!

That's what they all say.

You'll get our full report.

(Aerosol hisses)

All right.

The bidding will be
over within the hour.

I trust your government
has given you

plenty of bargaining power.

Of course.

- You ready, pal?
- Yeah.

(Engine starts)

(beeps)

MAX:
You got 'em?

GRANT:
Yep. Got 'em.

They're heading south.

- Are we secure?
- Mm-hmm.

Sir.

Hurry, I don't like to be late.

SHEPPARD:
Gentlemen.

I'm sorry we are late.

I thank the United States Navy
for two things:

a sense of punctuality,
and the many secrets

she has shared with me.

This is Mr. Oseri.

We won't delay the proceedings
with more formal introductions.

As you know,
today you are bidding

on the anti-shipping
computer virus.

It goes without saying
how potent this weapon

has been in recent times.

You have all received
your shipments

of contaminated beacons.

Each beacon is armed and ready
to transmit the computer virus.

But, like fire, the virus is a
great servant but a bad master.

I have given you these,
free of charge.

But use the beacons
without this antidote formula

in your ship's computer systems,
and the virus will

destroy those systems,
as well as your enemy's.

But...

by purchasing the antidote,

the highest bidder may safely
use the computer virus

to its most devastating effect.

♪♪

If everyone's ready,
shall we commence the bidding?

All right, Max, we're online.

Are you set?

Roger.

We interrupt
this television broadcast.

Further reports have reached us
concerning the recent

tragic loss of
the U.S. submarine Concord.

It is now believed
there are only three survivors,

one of whom is the man
in charge, Commander O'Neill.

Four million U.S. dollars.

4.5.

(Door opens, closes)

Six million U.S. dollars.

6.5 million.

(Whispers)

$12 million.

Gentlemen,

let's interrupt the bidding
for a minute.

There's an interesting
news item on television

that may stimulate
your enthusiasm.

$12 million.

I've made a bid.

And here is an urgent message,
just to hand.

Two chemical tankers
have collided

off the coast of Hong Kong,

sending a lethal
gas cloud downwind.

Both ships' crews
are presumed dead

and tens of thousands of
Hong Kong's coastal residents

- That's here.
-are also feared asphyxiated.

That's heading towards us.

Viewers in the affected area

are urged to move inland
immediately.

And those unable to move should
close all windows and doors.

Yeah, let's do it.

Good night, guys.

(Gas hissing)

...believe
the computer malfunctions

were reported by both ships
only minutes

before the collision.

At this stage, there appears
no plausible explanation

for the apparently
bizarre coincidence.

(Coughing)

Prevailing winds continue
to carry the gas cloud south,

and estimates of the death toll
are growing.

There's no information
to hand as yet

of a possible antidote
to the poisonous vapor,

but scientists offer
little hope to those

directly affected by the gas.

It's here. The gas is here.

Somebody must have deployed that
virus without my permission...

without this.

You idiots!

Who was it?

It can only have been
one of you.

(Gasping)

- Get out of here.
-(coughing)

Of course.

The so-called mix-up at customs.

(Gasping, coughing)

(engine starts)

(car horn honking)

(crashing thud)

(horn continues honking)

it's time for some answers,
Mr. Oseri.

(Coughing)

(gasping)

(horn honking)

(device beeps)

Jim, Sheppard has destroyed
the computer disk.

I couldn't stop him.

All right, Nicholas.

Uh, we'll move to second stage.

Proceed as planned.

Right.

You all right?

Yes, but the disk
has been destroyed.

Let's get him out of here.

(Horn continues honking)

How'd you get here?

U.S. Navy chopper, sir.

Coming back in now.

All right, here he comes.

Ready to grab him.

Damn it.

Okay, sir.

that's it.

Easy, now.

We got you.

- Got you.
- Easy, now.

Whoa, hang on to me.

(Indistinct conversations)

This way, sir.

We'll get you some dry gear.

Admiral.

Welcome aboard the Detroit.

Take the admiral to sick bay.

(Sonar beeping steadily)

SHEPPARD:
Pain in the chest.

You have to do something for me.

My lungs!

My lungs are on fire.

Just relax, Admiral.

Captain Cartwright
was flown in especially.

He's head of toxicology
at weapons research.

PHELPS:
Oxygen, a demand system.

Just breathe in as you need it.

You're lucky to be alive.

Death toll on the mainland
is in the tens of thousands.

My eyes.

My eyes are burning.

Let me see.

Oh, no wonder--
you've got contact lenses.

They've trapped the irritants
underneath.

Can you get them out?

All right. Here.

Here. Here.

(Coughs)

Yeah.

Admiral Sheppard seems
to be having one of those days.

Well, it's going to get
a lot worse.

Contact lenses.

It's time the admiral
had a new prescription.

I can control either
or both lenses,

making them more or less opaque.

Who turned out the lights?

(Sheppard grunts)

(grunts)

♪♪

The crew of the Concord.

Not too close, Admiral.

There may be some residual
radioactive contamination.

Your contact lenses.

All cleaned up.

You said, uh,
radioactive contamination?

The Concord's reactor breached.

These were the survivors.

Only her captain is hanging on.

The Concord?

Commander O'Neill?

Yes.

Got your sea legs, Admiral?

I've got something to show you.

This was all that was left
of the Concord.

Fleet headquarters
thinks a computer virus

led to the explosion,
but they want proof.

And you're the resident expert.

Then my rescue
wasn't a coincidence.

I'm afraid not, sir.

For a moment,
we had another duty.

We were approaching from upwind
to sink the burning tankers.

Chinese strike aircraft and
Soviet bombers went in earlier,

but all aircraft
are reported missing.

I'm afraid there's more
to this fire than meets the eye.

Distress calls were received

from both tankers
before the collision,

and both tankers talked about
answering a distress beacon.

Stay well clear.
You can't go near them.

We have to proceed
as ordered, sir.

Ordered? By whom?

I was brought here as an expert.

I'm telling you,
put this ship about.

- Admiral.
- Commander,

put this ship about.

If you insist, sir,
but I will need you

to confirm
with operations headquarters.

Commander.

Object in the water.

Radar thinks it's an aircraft.

Sir.

PHELPS: Those must be
the burning tankers.

On the port side--
a ditched aircraft.

Prepare to launch inflatables.

Russian anti-sub helo
from the Leningrad.

That's the third aircraft
they've lost tonight.

Leningrad's a nuclear
aircraft carrier, isn't she?

SHEPPARD: A survivor clinging
to the tail spar.

Dispatch the inflatable.

Bring the pilot aboard.

♪♪

My orders are confirmed.

I am to sink the wrecks
immediately.

The Russians have lost control
of the Leningrad.

It's a computer virus.

(Russian accent):
No! Nyet! Nyet!

Save yourselves.

Destroy my helicopter.

I picked up something.

It sank the Leningrad.

Take me!

Don't touch it, you idiot!

MAN (over speaker):
General quarters!

Man your battle stations!
Man your battle stations!

-(Explosion)
-(yells)

(loud rumbling)

SHEPPARD:
it's the Leningrad.

MAX:
Everybody below.

Prepare to dive.

(Alarm blaring)

My God, I c... I can't see!

I'm blind!

- Admiral...
- I'm blind!

I'm blind!

- Help me. I can't see.
- PHELPS: Calm down, now.

I can't see!

(Sonar beeping steadily)

Turn.

Crash dive.

Dive! Dive!

(Alarm blaring)

MAN (over speakers):
Hatch is secure.

Diving. Diving.

Whoa, this way, Admiral.

- Here we go.
- My eyes.

(Alarm continues blaring)

Pain in my eyes...

(Sheppard grunting)

(loud whirring)

SHANNON: Welcome aboard,
Commander O'Neill.

PHELPS:
Okay, we're right here.

Your hand's on it.
Now, sit.

When the Leningrad exploded,
your retinas were burned

by the radiation.

I'm blind.

You're blind in your left eye,

but the drops
should help your right one.

You should have partial vision.

(Sighs): Is the Russian pilot
in here, Doctor?

She's dead.

(Sighs) Well, what
should I do with this, sir?

(Whirring, beeping)

(man speaking indistinctly
over speakers)

(over speakers):
Stand by.

(Sheppard gasps)

Fools!

Damn fools!

(Over speakers):
Torpedoes loaded,

forward tubes one and two.

No! You can't
launch your weapons!

This beacon has
transmitted the virus!

Your ship is contaminated!

(Over speakers):
Torpedo target data downloaded.

You were right, Admiral.

(Coughs)
it'll blow apart at launch.

-(Over speakers): Launch in
60 seconds. -No! Look at you!

- Stand by.
- It could happen to all of us!

- No! Stop the launch!
-(alarm blaring)

No!

It's too late, Admiral!

You can't stop it!

Stop the launch!

Stop, for God's sake!

(Over speakers):
30 seconds and counting.

Stop the launch!

That's an order!
What do you think you're doing?

A manual target bearing, sir.

My electronic targeting system
went haywire a few seconds ago.

You idiot!
This ship has got the virus!

- Admiral, take it easy.
- What?!

NICHOLAS:
Listen to him, Commander.

I'm a dead man...
but you got a choice.

Get these men to sick bay.

No! No!

MAX:
Starboard 20, steady.

- SHEPPARD: No! You idiot!
- Target bearing 120 degrees,

range 2,000.

No!

- No!
- This way, sir.

You'll be safe in here, sir.

No! No!

(Over speakers):
Ten ... nine...

eight... seven...

six...

-five... four...
- Let me out!

- I can save us! I can save us
all! -...three, two...

Make peace with
your maker, Admiral.

(Over speakers):
Launching.

(Yells)

(over speakers):
General quarters.

Condition zero.

(Alarm blaring)

(grunts, bangs on door)

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Open the door!

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Open this door!

Let me out! Let me out!

(Hull creaking)

GRANT:
32 degrees.

We can't hold her level.

MAX:
Trip ballast.

GRANT:
She's not responding, Skipper.

Reactor to maximum power.

Screws are reversed, sir,

but she still losing revs,
she's just not responding.

We're too heavy.
Unless we get

full reverse thrust
we'll keep sinking.

2,600 feet.

Computer still won't respond?

- I can help you! -Get this
blind admiral off the bridge.

I can see enough to help you!

2,650 feet, sir.

This ship is infected
with a computer virus!

The transmitter came aboard
with the Russian pilot.

I've got the expertise!

I can neutralize this virus!

If you can do this, Admiral,
do it quickly.

Because if you don't, we're
gonna break up at 2,800 feet.

2,670 feet, sir!

(Loud boom,
electronic crackling)

(beeping)

(over speakers):
2,690.

2,800 feet.

It's complete.

He's entered it into the system.

We're not through
with Admiral Sheppard yet.

All right!

The virus has been stopped!
I killed it!

Now, get me out of here!

Stop us sinking!

(Over speakers):
2,820 feet.

The reactor's going up.

-(Explosion)
-(yells)

(electrical zapping, crackling)

(over speakers):
Abandon ship.

Go directly to
the aft escape bells.

(Sheppard yells)

NICHOLAS:
It was you, wasn't it?!

You murdering traitor!

Your virus!

Used it on your own people!

MAX:
You sank the Concord!

SHEPPARD:
So what?!

Who's going to tell them?

You're the traitors, not me.

(Whooshing)

I gave it all to you
on a platter.

But you wanted
an arms accord instead.

Sure, I sank the Concord.

I had to show I was right.

This should be a box office hit
at fleet headquarters.

I gave it all to you
on a platter.

But you wanted
an arms accord instead.

Sure, I sank the Concord.

I had to show I was right.

The virus cure...

and the confession.

Our job is done.

(Whirring)

(whoosh)

(liquid dripping, echoing)

Commander?

GRANT (over speakers):
3,020 feet.

3,050 feet.

- Three thou...
-(clicks off)

(grunts)

(door squeaks, echoes)

(steady clicking)

(water sloshing)

(projector clicking)

MAN: Admiral
Edgar Gene Sheppard,

we have a warrant
for your arrest.

Let's get out of here.

This is the kind of place where
you could catch a nasty virus.

(Theme music playing)