All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1988 - 2x03 - The Princess.DVDRip.en

The princess is
under close security.

The guards have been
assigned to her

since her marriage
to Prince Arkadi.

They're well-trained.

And they would die for her.

CARON:
Every man has his price.

As you've demonstrated,
my friend.

Next.

How often is
the Palace Guard changed?

There are six units
of eight men each,

working in shifts.

The guard detail is changed
every four hours.

That's all I have.

You've done well.

I've betrayed my country.

I'm sure this will
comfort your conscience.

There's no need for that.

You're in a very
dangerous neighborhood.

What will happen to her?

I think you know
as much as you need.

No!

(theme music playing)

ROWING COACH:
Let's go!

Stroke!

Keep pushing!

Keep pushing!

All eyes on the lead!

Coordination.

Rhythm and coordination.

I guess that's what counts.

Yeah, well, Ginger Rogers had
rhythm and coordination,

but I don't think she'd
have made the crew.

I rowed stroke on
the Berkeley fours.

That's awhile ago, now.

Take a look at the blue shell.

That'll bring back old times.

MALE VOICE:
Good morning, Jim.

Elaine Murchison
was the daughter of

the United States Ambassador to
the small European principality

of Valence, where she met and
fell in love with Prince Arkadi,

the country's ruler.

They were married
late last year.

Valence has for many
years been allied

to the Warsaw Pact nations.

Because of Elaine's influence
and his increasing exposure

to American ways, Prince Arkadi
has begun to negotiate

an alliance with the West,
and has begun

the democratization
of his own country.

This alliance would include
a new American naval base

in Valence Harbor, greatly
improve our deterrent capability

in Europe, and help to maintain
peace and stability in the area.

None of which would
suit this man:

Grigor Caron,
a rabid anti-American

and leader of a group known
as the Valence Red Guard.

Caron is dedicated to preventing

the prince's alliance
with the West.

We believe he has offered
a million dollars

to employ an assassin
to kill Princess Elaine,

as the first step in a campaign
of terror against the prince.

Your mission, Jim,

should you decide to accept it,

is to prevent the assassination
and to bring Caron to justice.

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.

NICHOLAS:
A million-dollar assassination.

The Valence Red Guards are
very wealthy terrorists.

No, not any more.

That payment seems to have
emptied their treasury

and put them in serious debt
to Libya, who financed them.

So, it's almost certain that
Caron is going to be needing

a new source of income.
And urgently,

because Libya doesn't
like to be kept waiting.

Well, why don't they just fly
the princess to America,

until the plot's been defused?

Well, that seems
the logical thing to do.

Well, it would be if it weren't
for Princess Elaine herself.

But she's a very...
independent young lady,

and she's determined
not to be scared off

from carrying out
her official duties.

What's so important
she can't wait a week or so?

Only... this.

SHANNON:
Hmm...

A film festival?

Yes... this year,
the Principality of Valence

is host to the
European Film Festival

and the princess
is their patroness.

What, and she's prepared
to risk her life for that?

Well, Valence's economy
is based largely on tourism.

The festival's
very important to them.

All those visitors.

Crowds...
personal appearances...

She's going to be
an easy target.

Yeah, that's exactly
what we have to prevent.

This abandoned warehouse
is about to become

our base of operations,
and a film studio,

and a trap to snare an assassin.

(hammers pounding in distance)

A little more set-dressing,
we'll be ready for production.

And I'll be ready for
my first public appearance.

PHELPS:
Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Very kind of you.

(applause)

-Thank you. Thank you.
-Thank you.

Autographs? No, sorry.
No time for that.

Ah... Harry A. Palmer,
your Highnesses.

Producer, director, writer
of The Lady of Sin.

This is a great honor.

Welcome to Valence, Mr. Palmer.

Mr. Palmer. The honor is ours.

And this beautiful young woman
is my leading lady,

Miss Irina Curson.

Your Highness, it's an honor.

PHELPS:
She is a great actress,

going to be a very big star.
One of these days,

you'll be able to tell your
friends you knew her when.

I don't believe we've seen
your film, Mr. Palmer.

Is it entered in the festival?

GRANT: We're covering a lot
of ground with that tap

into the theater's
security cameras.

PHELPS (on monitor):
Not yet, no.

Two years in the making,
50,000 feet of film

already shot and in the can.

We're doing location shots
here in Valence now.

You must allow us to extend
our hospitality to you,

Miss Curson, while you're here.

Why, that's very kind of you.

We're honored.
We'd be pleased to accept.

Hold it right there.

You got it.

Well, he doesn't seem
to be assassin material.

Yeah, number 113.

Every one of 'em clear so far.

(bluesy music,
laughter, conversation)

Well?

(whispering):
Keep asking questions,

and you're gonna
wake up in an alley...

with your throat cut.

You're wasting your time.

That's to show you,
you haven't been wasting yours.

There's another five of those,
if you can put me in touch.

MAN: Hey, hey, what? What?
What's the matter, huh?

So, you...

want to see Caron?

Well, that's the general idea.

Why?

I'll tell him when I meet him.

That, of course,
may never happen.

It already has.

Who are you?

What's more important is
what I do for a living.

And what is that?

I work for a security company.

We run the armored cars

that service the Valence Casino.

So?

So, I'm tired of working
for a weekly salary.

I've got a plan to take out
one of those armored cars.

What's all of this
got to do with me?

You...

and your Red Guard
are gonna help me do it.

I think you know much more
than is good for your health.

(keypad beeping)

(phone ringing)

Valence Security Company.

Uh, I'd like to talk to a friend
of mine, Nicholas Black.

Should be in the office there,
working in back.

I'm terribly sorry,

but, Mr. Black left
the office at about 5:30.

He should be back tomorrow
morning at 9:00 a.m.

Would you like
to leave a message?

No, that's all right.
I'll call in the morning.

I called the security company.

He is who he says he is.

Leave it on the table.

Keep your hands in sight.

Well, then, I think it's time
we told you what we had in mind.

We?

My partner.

Mr. Wasiri.

Tell him.

The cars are manned by two.

Guard, driver.

They're armed with
.45-caliber Brownings,

12-gauge shot.

They change the route form the
Casino to the bank every trip.

Tomorrow's route.

They begin loading
the money at 8:00 a.m.

That's where and when.

I want to know how.

Well, "how"
is a little more difficult.

Two men can't handle it.

Gonna need your help.

It may be a little dangerous.

You don't look the type
to get your hands dirty.

I get the feeling my men
will be doing all the work

and taking all the risks.

Why don't we just forget this?
I'll buy you a drink.

A glass of milk perhaps?

All right, now,
you just behave yourself.

You lie there nice and quiet

and I'll tell you
when to get up.

Mr. Black, it seems I may
have underestimated you.

A diamond drill.

That should cut through steel
like knife through butter.

I can think of a better
use for diamonds.

Well, I don't have to tell you
that Caron will be armed

and the real security guards

have no knowledge
of this operation.

Well, if everything goes
according to plan,

there shouldn't be any shooting.

We'll make sure
the guards are safe.

Yo, do I get the same guarantee?

(laughs quietly)

We're in for a rough ride.

They should be leaving
the casino... now.

It's time to move.

? ?

Road must be under repair.

Maybe.

Hey, what the!?

(drill whirring)

Nice!

(hissing)

(coughing)

(groans)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

You're not going to need that.

(chirping)

SHANNON:
That's Grant's signal.

GRANT:
Everything went perfectly, guys.

Good.
You know what to do.

I suppose it had occurred
to you that all I need to do

is pull this trigger,
and your share becomes mine.

Yeah, well, it crossed my mind.

What the hell?!

I feel dizzy.

What is it?
I can't focus.

The gas!
They forgot to turn off the gas!

You're telling me
that it was a simple robbery.

I don't know what you mean,
we just...

Steiger, gently,
gently, gently.

You don't want to kill him, too.

Just tell me about the
assassination.

When and where?

Good morning, Mr. Caron.

Perhaps you can help us.

Your friend here is being very
foolishly stubborn.

Oh, he'll help us all right.

Steiger.

There's no need for brutality.

You and I are men
of breeding, Mr. Caron.

We don't have to descend
to the level of animals.

Now, we know about
the planned assassination.

We know you
and your friends are involved.

So, we simply keep you here
under the tender ministrations

of Captain Steiger,

and the killing
won't take place.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about
the assassination.

Your friend, Pavel, talked.

And unfortunately,

he died before
we could get the details.

Captain Steiger tends to get
a little carried away.

(laughing)

The assassination will take
place with or without me.

Or Pavel.

I see.

Then you must tell me when
and where and how.

You'll get nothing out of me.

Perhaps not.

You?

Get him out of here.

I've finished with him.

So, what's going
to happen to me?

You've got nothing
more to worry about.

(laughing)

Men of breeding, you and I.

We don't like to inflict pain.

Unless
it's absolutely necessary.

You...

murdered him in cold blood.

The assassination, Mr. Caron.

(gun cocks)

The assassination,
now tell me.

Caron's about to break.

Now tell us about
the assassination.

SHANNON:
I don't blame him.

You can't do this.
You'd just kill me?!

I seem to have managed pretty
well with your friend.

We're wasting time.
Let's get this over with.

Wait!

All right,
I'll tell you everything I know.

It's true... the princess
will be assassinated.

Nothing can stop it.

You can stop it.
You can call off your men.

It's not that simple.
My men aren't doing it.

What are you talking about?

We hired someone...
a professional killer.

Who?

That's just the trouble.
I don't know.

I am losing patience with you.

I swear, I'm telling
you the truth.

We only know him by code name...
"Coyote."

Describe him.

(sighs)

They say he's an American.

I don't know... I've never
seen him. No one has.

It's the way he works.

You must have a contact for him.

There's... there's a woman.

She's his partner.

She takes the job
on Coyote's behalf.

She checks it out,
makes sure it's not a trap.

Then she just disappears.

Once the contract's out,
it can't be cancelled.

I don't believe you.

I do.

Your friend Pavel is not dead.

He's in police custody.

Along with two very angry
but unharmed security men.

Nicholas?

Blanks.

And some minor special effects.

Everything's on tape.

Enough to make things
very difficult

for Mr. Caron and his Red Guard.

Then I think we can
say goodbye to Mr. Caron.

Thank you for your help.

You just can't trust
anyone now, can you?

(groans)

Well, that should knock him out
for about six hours.

PHELPS: You know what
to do with him, Max.

What do we have?

A lot.

But not enough.

Coyote's real, all right.

He's deadly.

He's been credited with
the killing of

two African heads of state,
a police chief in the U.S.,

a general and his aide
in El Salvador,

maybe half a dozen or so other
killings all over the world.

No two killings
have the same M.O.

(sighs)

No identification,
no descriptions,

no fingerprints, no clues.

Perfect crimes.

If a crime can be perfect.

Police?

I'd like to report
something very strange.

Well, there's
this armored car...

Yes, like the banks use.

Down near the riverbank,
near Medusa Park.

Well... there seems
to be a man in it.

No, I don't think
he's going anywhere.

All those killings,
and not one slip.

No clues, no witnesses...

GRANT:
Wait a minute, that's not true.

About witnesses.

Let me access the press
reports on those killings.

Yeah, every one of them was
committed in front of hundreds,

sometimes thousands
of witnesses.

It's almost as though the killer
deliberately sought out

the most public occasion.

Coyote loves an audience.

Yeah, and that could turn
out to be his downfall.

Grant, I want you to process
all Coyote's killings.

I want to know every detail
of how they were carried out,

and when and where and why.

And maybe from that information
we can extrapolate some clue

to Coyote's character.
We know he likes an audience.

All right,
that's an ego problem.

It could be the start to
building up a picture of him.

It's on the way.

Now, how are the plans coming
for the press conference?

Well, we've set
it up to coincide

with the prince's Garden Party.

And that'll guarantee us
a total media blitz

throughout the whole day.

Every newspaper, radio and
television station in Valence.

Oh, Coyote would have to be
deaf and blind to miss it.

All right. Let's start
working on that ego of his.

It's a great honor...

(indistinct conversation)

PHOTOGRAPHER:
One more! One more!

NICHOLAS:
Miss Curson...

Excuse me.

Miss Curson...

Irina, please.

Lady of Sin is your
first starring role,

yet you're letting it go
to take on this new part.

Well, actually, I don't know
a lot about producing.

But Harry, here, said that the
film is in a lot of trouble...

I think what... what the
little lady is trying to say

is that Lady of Sin
has just been temporarily

placed on the back burner.

Now, this is to allow Harry A.
Palmer Productions to devote

a lot of its time and
considerable resources

to this spectacular new project.

NICHOLAS: And this new film
is to be called Assassin?

Well, catchy titles make cash
registers ring, my friend.

Assassin, produced and
directed by Harry A. Palmer...

and co-starring
Miss Irina Curson.

Co-starring?

Now, I'd like you to meet
the star of Assassin,

a young man destined to be
a bigger box-office draw

than Rudolph Valentino.

May I present...
Mr. Larry Phillips.

-How do you do. Hi.
-Well, Mr. Phillips,

what exactly is your role
in Assassin?

I don't know if Mr. Palmer
has told you or not, but, uh,

the role is based
on a true story.

I play the part of
the assassin himself...

the international killer
known as Coyote.

PHELPS: With the beautiful Irina
Curson playing Princess Evelyn.

Now, she is
the wife of the ruler

of a small European country,

and Coyote's next
planned victim.

The story's dramatic, exciting,

and what's more,
it's based on fact.

After two years of researching
and writing the screenplay

for Assassin, I feel like I've
learned more about the character

and methods of Coyote than
the police and Interpol.

I know him.

I know how he works.

What his weaknesses are.

NICHOLAS:
So, "Assassin" is a true story

based on a past
crime of Coyote's?

GRANT:
Not exactly.

Assassin is based on a crime
that's about to happen.

NICHOLAS:
Are you saying that you know

who Coyote's next
victim will be?

That's all for now,
ladies and gentlemen.

We don't want to give away
too much of the plot, do we?

I wonder just
how much you do know.

But, I will say this.

When Assassin
reaches the screen,

the real Coyote
will be a marked man.

I think Coyote better
pay you a visit,

Mr. Harry A. Palmer.

You may know too much
for your own good.

? ?

there's a woman.

She's his partner.

She takes the job
on Coyote's behalf.

? ?

PHELPS:
All we can do now is wait,

and see if Coyote
takes the bait.

Someone's in here!

(screams)

(moans)

(groans)

MAX:
How is she?

Well, the doctors have been
working on her all night.

But she's still critical.

(sighs)

If she hadn't pushed me aside,
it would have been me.

Oh, don't blame yourself, Jim.
You couldn't have done anything.

You said, uh... the place
was in total darkness.

Well, there was a light
in the corridor.

And then when I went to
hit the switch in the studio,

that's when she yelled
and shoved me aside.

Well, she yelled
someone was there...

in the dark?

She must have seen him move.

Oh, her eyes wouldn't have
adjusted to the darkness.

But she knew someone was there.

She must have heard something.

Well, if she did,
I certainly didn't.

I'm going back to the studio.

Keep me in touch.

Just a few moments.

(sighs)

Jim...

You rest.

(panting)

Camion.

What?

(panting)

Camion.

"Camion"? That's it?

Yeah, I think it's French.

A carriage.
A horse-drawn carriage or a cab.

That's all she said?

Yeah, that's all she said...
"camion."

But does it mean anything?

Yeah, it means
she's till alive.

That's the main thing.

Yeah, well, the doctor said
she's got every chance.

She's strong
and she's a fighter.

Well, thank God for that.

Maybe it's a trade name
or a company name.

Let's give it a shot.

Perfume!

Camion... She smelled perfume!

Coyote's a woman!

? ?

Explain it to me.

Basically, this thing's
a spectrometer.

It draws on
a sample scent... perfume...

and breaks it down into
its spectral wavelengths,

converting them...

to visible colors.

So there are no two scents that
show the same color spectrum.

Watch the screen.

Now, Coyote must have operated
our recorder and monitor.

There were light traces of
Camion on the switches.

I picked them up on a swab.

When perfume is applied
to a woman's skin,

it reacts, changes slightly.

So each woman's perfume is
unique to her,

and her alone.

When I find the match,

that's the clue that will
lead us straight to Coyote.

I guess
I really fouled things up.

You kept me from taking
a.22 bullet in the heart.

And you found out
that Coyote is a woman.

Now, if that's fouling up, yes,
you're right,

you did foul up.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

What about her?

If we've done
our research right,

tonight should be the night.

The awards presentation.

It's the biggest night
of the festival.

Coyote loves an audience.

The bigger the better.

And thanks to your tip about the
perfume, Grant's figured out

a way to screen every woman
at the presentation.

(lively, indistinct
conversation)

? ?

? ?

(applause)

Good evening, ladies.

Autograph? No, sorry.
No time right now.

Thank you.

MAN:
Palmer... Harry A. Palmer.

Sure, my pleasure.
There you go.

My pleasure.
Will you excuse me?

Every girl I've checked
has come clean.

Keep on checking.

I want the woman
who shot Shannon.

Waiter!

MAN (over P.A.)
Ladies and gentlemen,

It's my honor and privilege

to welcome you all to the annual
Valence Film Festival.

We trust you have enjoyed

the fine films we've seen over
the past few days.

Now, if you would all be kind
enough to take your seats,

we will proceed with the
presentation of awards.

At this time, we'd like
to introduce our royal hosts,

Prince Arkadi
and Princess Elaine.

As you all know, the Festival
this year has been graced

with some of the best films
to come out of Europe,

the United States, Asia,

and the countries of the Pacific
for many years.

The difficulty facing the judges
on this occasion was not

in selecting films of
sufficiently high standard

for the awards,

but in reluctantly eliminating
many fine works

that would, in other years,
have undoubtedly

been considered winners.

To have been nominated at all
can be considered an honor.

And now, without further ado,

her Royal Highness Princess
Elaine of Valence.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have had the privilege,
over the last two weeks,

of being entertained by
the works of the very best

of the world's filmmakers.

The contributions of these men
and women... producers, writers,

directors, actors,
designers and technicians...

all the varied
and skilled artists...

combine to take us away

from the everyday
into a magic world

that we might
never otherwise know.

We owe them a great debt.
And it is the purpose of this,

and similar festivals, to
provide us with the opportunity

of showing our gratitude

and appreciation
for their efforts.

Here in Valence,
we take pride in

offering a particular type of
award, which might...

Max! Get him! It's him!

Hey! Stop that man!

(attendees screaming, shouting)

Get back! It's a bomb!!

(people screaming)

(explosion thundering)

(people screaming)

Did she get away?

The assassin turned out
to be her own victim.

Did you guys buy me all these?

(all talking at once)

Well, now just how many
boyfriends do you need?

GRANT:
Yeah?

Mm-hmm-hmm.

Yeah, I suppose four are enough.

(all laugh)

(theme music playing)