Mission: Impossible (1988) s01e05 Episode Script
The Legacy
(Indistinct shouts) (grunting) (grunts) (man speaks German) (man speaking German) (man continues in German) (speaking German) (yells) (shouting in German) (gunfire continues) (theme music playing) (excited shouts) (indistinct chatter) They say this thing goes 60 miles an hour.
Sounds exciting.
Well, it depends on how much excitement you want.
Some people never get enough.
Hey, if speed's your thing, here, take my car.
It'll make this thing look like slow motion.
(People screaming on roller coaster) (soft beeps) (beeping) MALE VOICE (recorded): Good morning, Jim.
In the last days of Adolf Hitler's life, before he committed suicide to avoid capture, he organized a secret plan, a legacy that he hoped would enable a future generation of Nazis to accomplish what he had failed to do.
That legacy was a horde of gold looted from the cathedrals and castles of Europe, and worth $5 billion on today's markets.
It was hidden away and has never been found.
Only four of Hitler's trusted officers knew where the gold was hidden, a secret that's been handed down from father to son to grandson.
We believe that the four grandsons are now ready to claim the fortune and use it to fund terrorism and other activities to revive a Nazi movement in Western Europe.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to find that gold before they can get to it.
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.
(Beeping) (beeping grows more rapid) (hissing) (speaking German) (shouting in German) (chuckles): it's 40 years since the end of the war-- now, why have they waited so long? That wasn't the original idea.
The movement was supposed to take place during the early '60s, but when Adolf Eichmann and other high-ranking officers were arrested in '61, they put the whole thing in the deep freeze, to wait, it was then decided, -for the next generation.
- NICHOLAS: The grandsons.
And to further ensure secrecy, the grandsons were raised in four separate parts of the world.
And to our knowledge, they've never met.
But that's crazy-- four men that have never met, and they're gonna conquer the world? Well, sure, it's crazy, but remember, Hitler thought he could do it alone.
-(Beeping) - Now, this is Paul Von Schau.
He's the only one of the grandsons we know, and he has recently received a coded message to fly to Zurich.
Now, Von Schau has boasted to close friends that when he and the other grandsons get the fortune, they're going to unleash a wave of terrorism such as Western Europe has never seen.
Do you think he's gonna meet the other three in Zurich? That's what we're counting on.
(Woman speaking German over P.
A.
) MAN: Paul Von Schau.
Swiss Federal Police.
Would you come with me, please? - What's this about? - Just some questions we'd like to ask you.
I have an urgent business appointment.
Business? Then you're not entering this country as a tourist.
- Yes, of course I am.
- Good.
Then this'll only take a few minutes.
(Woman speaking in French over P.
A.
) WOMAN (over P.
A.
): Flight number six to London.
Why have you really come to Zurich? I'm on holiday.
I told you.
Empty your pockets.
You have no right.
I have the right to place you under arrest.
- On what charge? - Falsifying visa documents.
You've already admitted -to an urgent business meeting.
- A minor matter -of no real consequence.
- I will decide that.
Now, empty your pockets.
(Objects clatter onto table) (objects clatter onto table) What is in that pocket? Just an old postcard.
Thank you.
Is that everything? I intend to complain to my ambassador.
Ask Inspector Borg to step in here, please.
WOMAN (over intercom): Yes, sir.
Problems? Mr.
Von Schau wishes to make a complaint to his embassy.
Mr.
Von Schau, if you choose not to cooperate, we'll take you down to our headquarters, where, I assure you, we'll be much more thorough.
No, wait.
I'll cooperate.
Yes, I'm sure you will.
Mm-hmm.
How long will I be here? Why, that depends entirely on you.
(Door opens) Anything-- an address, a time-- anything that might tell us where and when this meeting takes place.
(Over speaker): You will be here until you give us the truth.
I've told you the truth-- I'm on holiday.
We know why you are here.
An old postcard.
Church, a clock tower.
Why was Von Schau so reluctant to take this out of his pocket? Church could be a meeting place.
Well, the clock tower shows 10:00.
Could that be the time? Well, then all we need is the date.
The postmark.
October 30, 1945.
And it's October 30 today.
No wonder Von Schau's in such a hurry.
If we're right, he has less than an hour to make his meeting.
We just have to hope that we're right and the others don't know what he looks like.
(Birds chirping) Let all mortal flesh Keep silence And with fear and trembling Stand Ponder nothing Earthly minded For with blessing In His hand Christ our God to earth Descendeth Our full homage To demand King of kings, yet born of Mary As of old on earth he stood Lord of lords In human vesture In the body and The blood He will give To all The faithful His own self For heavenly food (clock bell tolling) Rank on rank The host Of heaven Spread its vanguard On the way As the Light of light Descendeth From the realms Of endless day That the powers of hell May vanish As the darkness Clears away At his feet the six-winged seraph Cherubim with sleepless eye Veil their faces to the presence As with ceaseless voice they cry Gentlemen, I am Ernst Graff.
Erich Wolfe.
Maximillian Brucker.
Paul Von Schau.
My pleasure, gentlemen.
Lord Most High.
To the future of Europe.
The future we will create from our fuhrer's legacy.
WOLFE & BRUCKER: The future.
The legacy.
Each of us has been trained since childhood to carry out the fuhrer's plan, hmm? Millions of believers await our coming.
To rise up in support of the ultimate victory.
And with the wealth our führer has left us, we now begin our glorious crusade.
So why don't we get started? GRAFF: Why not? Indeed.
As children, we were given certain numbers to memorize, yeah? Yes.
The time has come now to put the numbers together.
Then tomorrow, we will present ourselves to the Consolidated Trading Bank of Zurich, and claim the account these numbers represent.
I've already called and made an appointment.
Wolfe? You're first.
The numbers given to me are nine, seven, one.
Brucker? My number is three, zero, six.
Wait.
I have no intention of giving my numbers to anyone except the proper authority at the bank.
If I must, I'll order you to give me your part of the number.
Graff, you may have proclaimed yourself our leader; it does not necessarily make it so.
My part of the account number will remain secret until we are at the bank.
Your number, Von Schau.
You have ten seconds.
Don't be a fool, Graff.
Five seconds.
You won't shoot, because you can't.
Not until you have my part of the account I.
D.
number.
We are four strangers.
Our strength lies in the fact that each has something the other needs.
Don't be idiotic, Von Schau.
You know the Swiss bank account is only part of the puzzle.
We'll need each other even after the account is claimed.
This is only the beginning.
I insist you cooperate.
My instructions were to give my part of the number only to the bank office.
So go ahead.
Pull the trigger.
You are making things more complicated than necessary, Von Schau.
Why? Discipline, Graff.
Discipline.
Without it, we will have nothing.
Ernst Graff-- born Pretoria, South Africa.
His family operated citrus orchards and left him large holdings in farming land, now heavily in debt.
He became a regular visitor to the casinos, a real high roller.
We're gonna plant that information in a magazine.
And with your help, maybe we can get Wolfe and Brucker to thinking that Graff has other reasons for wanting that gold.
Divide and conquer.
Mm-hmm.
Ah, we've learned one other thing: Graff is notorious for a violent temper, and he carries a gun.
Yes, well, I already found that out.
He wasn't very happy with me when I didn't give him my part of the number.
I have the feeling he's going to be downright unfriendly if I don't have it by tomorrow.
Then you have to take the obvious precaution.
And we have to get that number now.
Give us until 10:30 tonight, then make some excuse to get away and come to Casey's suite.
All being well, we'll have the number.
Okay.
See you then.
Casey? You're about to become royalty.
(Dial tone) (keypad beeping) If my program's correct, we're hacking straight into the mainframe computer of the Bank International, Hamburg and Berlin.
(Click, beep, click, trilling) (trill) (low, high-pitched trill) (beep) I congratulate you, Baroness.
You are now worth 18 million American dollars.
(Tapping keys) (buzzer sounds) WOMAN (over intercom): Excuse me, sir.
The Baroness Bernhaben is here to see you.
Send her in.
Baroness.
I have been expecting you, Baroness.
We heard of your arrival from the Geneva office.
Then you are aware I've decided to move my household to Zurich? And there are matters you wish us to handle.
I was assured in Geneva that you could provide a great deal of personal service.
We shall do our utmost, Baroness.
Please deposit this draft to open my account.
It's a small sum.
There will be more to follow.
One million American dollars.
Thank you, Baroness.
You will have no cause to regret your faith in our institution.
I would like you to join me for dinner tonight.
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Then of course.
I shall be there.
Excellent.
Black tie.
Till then.
(Diners conversing, harp plays gentle melody) Baroness.
Herr Kubler.
Let me present Herr Dr.
Lubel.
- Herr Doctor.
- Herr Kubler.
A great pleasure.
Dr.
Lubel is my business manager.
He solves all my problems, at least in financial terms.
The baroness very graciously overlooks my occasional mistake in judgment.
(Phelps chuckles) So, tell me do you have associates here in Zurich, Herr Doctor? I do not, at the moment, but with my most valued client moving here, I will open an office -very soon.
- KUBLER: Of course.
I suspect we shall be seeing a great deal of each other.
(Door closes) And just where do you think you're going? I'm going out.
Alone? I don't think so.
Graff, I don't take orders from you or anyone else.
I thought I made myself clear.
You speak of discipline.
You don't know the meaning of the word.
Good night, gentlemen.
I said good night.
Tell me, Von Schau you seem very determined to avoid our company.
I must admit it.
I don't find any of you quite as attractive as the lady I'm having dinner with tonight.
Von Schau, could it be you have some other reason for going off alone? BRUCKER: Yes.
Is there some other reason? Of course not.
WOLFE: Then let us all dine together.
If you wish to bring your young lady GRAFF: Yes.
We can all help to entertain her.
(Nicholas chuckles) I think I'll have dinner with the lady some other night.
Very well.
Ah, shall we go? Montrachet '86.
One of the finer years.
Monsieur.
No.
I'm sure Herr Kubler has the more discriminating palate.
May I see this glass? Sir? Could swear this wine was corked.
But I tasted it myself.
I assure you, sir, in 30 years, - I have ne-- - PHELPS: I beg your pardon.
My mistake.
Hmm.
Do I detect a hint of acidity? Now that you mention it, it does seem a little (gasping) I think our friend is not feeling well, hmm? (Kubler groans) I will help you to your room.
(Kubler pants) (panting continues) How long will the hypnogenic last? -(Low electronic humming) - About a half and hour.
We can take it home, and he won't remember any of it.
- Ready, Max? - Yeah, ready when you are.
(Electronic humming continues) His pulse is steady.
Alfred? You must concentrate, Alfred.
I know you want to sleep, but you can hear my voice.
I want you to listen carefully to everything I say.
Do you understand me? You are very sick, Alfred.
You may be dying.
You've had a stroke.
You can't move your left arm.
Try to move your left arm, Alfred.
(Beeps) Your vision is getting cloudy-- cloudy and diffused.
Yes yes.
You have a meeting tomorrow with a man named Graff.
He phoned you yesterday.
The account is ready.
Yes, but you are sick, too sick to attend the meeting, Alfred.
Too sick? Give me the number, Alfred, before Before I die? I'm sorry, Alfred.
But I've sworn to tell no one.
Alfred, I am your priest.
Give me the number.
You will have a message for Graff.
You will give him the message and then you will forget everything.
(Beeps) Max, I'll leave it to you to get Kubler home.
Right.
- And no sign of Nicholas? - No.
I took a chance and called his room.
No one answered.
If he doesn't get these numbers before they go to the bank in the morning, he's a dead man.
We haven't got all day, Von Schau.
(Knocking) CASEY: it's the maid.
Good morning, sir, your laundry.
Thank you.
Gentlemen.
Sir.
Thank you.
GRAFF: Come on.
We're going to be late.
Well, I'm as ready as ever, Graff.
All right, let's see what we have here.
Jim.
They're gonna link this electronic microscope up to their television screen.
Any reason it can't be linked to ours, too? None at all.
So tell me, gentlemen how may I be of service? My name is Graff.
I phoned you about an account.
Ah, yes, the account of A.
Lois.
I have everything ready, Herr Graff.
You have the coded numbers, of course? Of course.
(Typing) (Typing) Von Schau.
Von Schau.
Von Schau.
(Typing) (Typing) One moment, please.
He looked as if we gave him the wrong number.
Yes, well, it had just better be right.
The account of A.
Lois.
GRAFF: Thank you.
Yes, thank you very much.
My pleasure.
Herr Graff, I'm sorry the news is not good on your coffee investments.
Coffee? I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm sorry, I I didn't mean to say that.
That's not the only investment that has gone sour for Graff.
Coffee? Reichsmarks.
Worth nothing.
WOLFE: What kind of joke is this? GRAFF: In those days-- 1945-- every account from Germany was carefully scrutinized.
Of course the reichsmarks are worthless.
The real secret is here.
Wolfe.
A microdot.
That's right.
Primitive to us, but in those days quite a little achievement, this.
Wolfe your part of the map.
GRAFF: Your watch, Brucker.
Now for my watch crystal.
Von Schau.
My watch.
It's gone.
Gone? What are you talking about? It's gone-- I had it on this chain.
Where is your watch? It was I don't know, I had it I don't know where it is.
I want that watch now.
Where is that watch? I don't know, but I intend to find out.
(Dial tone) (dials, line rings) Who are you calling? The hotel manager.
I won't accuse anyone of stealing a watch until I am certain there is no other explanation for its disappearance.
Manager, please.
Then I shall ask myself, "Who would benefit most from its theft?" I suggest you all ask yourself the same question.
Yes.
This is Von Schau in room 150.
A watch of mine is missing.
Gentlemen, I assure you my staff is completely trustworthy.
I will now institute a search of the linen room and the laundry.
Perhaps the watch was inadvertently gathered up when the bedding was changed.
We haven't got all day for this bloody nonsense.
Much as I would regret it, if the gentleman insists, I will call in the police.
Yes.
No.
No police.
Very well, I'll start the search.
BRUCKER: Von Schau.
I think we should stay together.
All of us.
Thank you, Herr Garcel.
My pleasure.
(Beep, low whirring) "Greineau Cemetery.
" And the names -could be headstones for points of reference.
-Mm.
Yeah, Greineau Cemetery's GRANT: Well, if we're lucky, we'll be able to access right into yes!-- Greineau Cemetery.
Let's see if those names are on headstones.
Let's intersect them with diagonals.
We intersected a crypt.
Crypt of someone called A.
Lois.
We've found it.
Well, how can you be sure? A.
Lois-- you take the period of A.
Lois, you get Alois-- Alois was Hitler's father's name.
Casey, you stay here and keep an eye on Graff and his friends.
GRAFF: Damn it.
That's got to be a solution.
You're drinking too much, Graff.
Shut up! I'll drink as I like.
Tell me, Graff do you have a system for your gambling? I'm not a gambler.
- I never gamble.
- Really? Tell us about your investments in Krugerrands.
Did you buy before the gold price collapsed? My investments are my own business! No one else's! Aren't you the well-known international playboy from South Africa, "gambler and investor," Ernst Graff, whose family companies were liquidated?! You're embarrassing Graff, Brucker.
Stop it! If we're to recover the gold, we need each other.
No.
What we need is Von Schau's watch.
The elusive Mr.
A.
Lois.
- Alois.
- Let's pay him a visit.
(Grunts) -(grunts) -(bolt clacks) (door creaking) After you.
(Jim chuckles) (sighs) Inside the coffin.
Where's Hitler's gold? "Tery.
" A word ending in "tery.
" "Cemetery.
" "Cemetery.
" Get me a street map.
I want to know the names of all the cemeteries in this area.
Okay, Casey.
Thanks.
We're running out of time.
Nicholas and the others just left the hotel.
Casey thinks they're coming here.
This door's brass.
A.
Lois.
A.
Lois.
That period doesn't make any sense at all.
JIM: Hey.
Maybe that's it.
(Whirring, rumbling) (thud echoes) JIM: Grant.
Let's have some light.
On the floor.
Like the pharaohs of Egypt, they made sure the workers didn't tell their secrets.
Jim.
JIM: Gold.
MAX: There must be enough gold here to feed a million starving people.
Yeah, or finance a new wave of hatred and bigotry in the world.
MAX: It must have taken a dozen men with lifting equipment to bring it down here.
How the hell are we supposed to get it out? Give me 15 minutes.
- What do you have? - Mylar.
If I can hang this from the cave so we get -the proper reflection -They won't be able to see the gold.
(Clicks tongue) BRUCKER: The crypt.
You lead, Von Schau.
Please, after you.
GRAFF: Von Schau, you lead.
Wolfe, you stay here.
Keep guard.
BRUCKER: Where's the gold? Tell him, Von Schau.
The open crypt, torches burning Where is the gold?! I thought you might be able to answer that question, Graff.
(Gunshot) Why did you shoot him?! If he stole the gold, he was the only one that could lead us to it! That's how you planned it.
To pay off your gambling debts.
All those losses on the stock market.
Maybe that's what Von Schau was trying to tell us! - Shut up! -(gunshot) GRAFF: A reflection.
It was a trick.
(Hitler speaking, distantly echoing) - HITLER Sieg heil! - CROWD: Heil! Heil! Heil! (Grunting) Wolfe! Here! Wolfe! Here! (Door clunks shut, bolt clacks) That bullet made a nasty little dent.
Had it freshly laundered this morning.
Well, what's the penalty for murder in Switzerland? Life imprisonment.
JIM: So much for the Fourth Reich.
(Starts engine) (tires squeal) (siren blaring) (theme music playing)
Sounds exciting.
Well, it depends on how much excitement you want.
Some people never get enough.
Hey, if speed's your thing, here, take my car.
It'll make this thing look like slow motion.
(People screaming on roller coaster) (soft beeps) (beeping) MALE VOICE (recorded): Good morning, Jim.
In the last days of Adolf Hitler's life, before he committed suicide to avoid capture, he organized a secret plan, a legacy that he hoped would enable a future generation of Nazis to accomplish what he had failed to do.
That legacy was a horde of gold looted from the cathedrals and castles of Europe, and worth $5 billion on today's markets.
It was hidden away and has never been found.
Only four of Hitler's trusted officers knew where the gold was hidden, a secret that's been handed down from father to son to grandson.
We believe that the four grandsons are now ready to claim the fortune and use it to fund terrorism and other activities to revive a Nazi movement in Western Europe.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to find that gold before they can get to it.
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.
(Beeping) (beeping grows more rapid) (hissing) (speaking German) (shouting in German) (chuckles): it's 40 years since the end of the war-- now, why have they waited so long? That wasn't the original idea.
The movement was supposed to take place during the early '60s, but when Adolf Eichmann and other high-ranking officers were arrested in '61, they put the whole thing in the deep freeze, to wait, it was then decided, -for the next generation.
- NICHOLAS: The grandsons.
And to further ensure secrecy, the grandsons were raised in four separate parts of the world.
And to our knowledge, they've never met.
But that's crazy-- four men that have never met, and they're gonna conquer the world? Well, sure, it's crazy, but remember, Hitler thought he could do it alone.
-(Beeping) - Now, this is Paul Von Schau.
He's the only one of the grandsons we know, and he has recently received a coded message to fly to Zurich.
Now, Von Schau has boasted to close friends that when he and the other grandsons get the fortune, they're going to unleash a wave of terrorism such as Western Europe has never seen.
Do you think he's gonna meet the other three in Zurich? That's what we're counting on.
(Woman speaking German over P.
A.
) MAN: Paul Von Schau.
Swiss Federal Police.
Would you come with me, please? - What's this about? - Just some questions we'd like to ask you.
I have an urgent business appointment.
Business? Then you're not entering this country as a tourist.
- Yes, of course I am.
- Good.
Then this'll only take a few minutes.
(Woman speaking in French over P.
A.
) WOMAN (over P.
A.
): Flight number six to London.
Why have you really come to Zurich? I'm on holiday.
I told you.
Empty your pockets.
You have no right.
I have the right to place you under arrest.
- On what charge? - Falsifying visa documents.
You've already admitted -to an urgent business meeting.
- A minor matter -of no real consequence.
- I will decide that.
Now, empty your pockets.
(Objects clatter onto table) (objects clatter onto table) What is in that pocket? Just an old postcard.
Thank you.
Is that everything? I intend to complain to my ambassador.
Ask Inspector Borg to step in here, please.
WOMAN (over intercom): Yes, sir.
Problems? Mr.
Von Schau wishes to make a complaint to his embassy.
Mr.
Von Schau, if you choose not to cooperate, we'll take you down to our headquarters, where, I assure you, we'll be much more thorough.
No, wait.
I'll cooperate.
Yes, I'm sure you will.
Mm-hmm.
How long will I be here? Why, that depends entirely on you.
(Door opens) Anything-- an address, a time-- anything that might tell us where and when this meeting takes place.
(Over speaker): You will be here until you give us the truth.
I've told you the truth-- I'm on holiday.
We know why you are here.
An old postcard.
Church, a clock tower.
Why was Von Schau so reluctant to take this out of his pocket? Church could be a meeting place.
Well, the clock tower shows 10:00.
Could that be the time? Well, then all we need is the date.
The postmark.
October 30, 1945.
And it's October 30 today.
No wonder Von Schau's in such a hurry.
If we're right, he has less than an hour to make his meeting.
We just have to hope that we're right and the others don't know what he looks like.
(Birds chirping) Let all mortal flesh Keep silence And with fear and trembling Stand Ponder nothing Earthly minded For with blessing In His hand Christ our God to earth Descendeth Our full homage To demand King of kings, yet born of Mary As of old on earth he stood Lord of lords In human vesture In the body and The blood He will give To all The faithful His own self For heavenly food (clock bell tolling) Rank on rank The host Of heaven Spread its vanguard On the way As the Light of light Descendeth From the realms Of endless day That the powers of hell May vanish As the darkness Clears away At his feet the six-winged seraph Cherubim with sleepless eye Veil their faces to the presence As with ceaseless voice they cry Gentlemen, I am Ernst Graff.
Erich Wolfe.
Maximillian Brucker.
Paul Von Schau.
My pleasure, gentlemen.
Lord Most High.
To the future of Europe.
The future we will create from our fuhrer's legacy.
WOLFE & BRUCKER: The future.
The legacy.
Each of us has been trained since childhood to carry out the fuhrer's plan, hmm? Millions of believers await our coming.
To rise up in support of the ultimate victory.
And with the wealth our führer has left us, we now begin our glorious crusade.
So why don't we get started? GRAFF: Why not? Indeed.
As children, we were given certain numbers to memorize, yeah? Yes.
The time has come now to put the numbers together.
Then tomorrow, we will present ourselves to the Consolidated Trading Bank of Zurich, and claim the account these numbers represent.
I've already called and made an appointment.
Wolfe? You're first.
The numbers given to me are nine, seven, one.
Brucker? My number is three, zero, six.
Wait.
I have no intention of giving my numbers to anyone except the proper authority at the bank.
If I must, I'll order you to give me your part of the number.
Graff, you may have proclaimed yourself our leader; it does not necessarily make it so.
My part of the account number will remain secret until we are at the bank.
Your number, Von Schau.
You have ten seconds.
Don't be a fool, Graff.
Five seconds.
You won't shoot, because you can't.
Not until you have my part of the account I.
D.
number.
We are four strangers.
Our strength lies in the fact that each has something the other needs.
Don't be idiotic, Von Schau.
You know the Swiss bank account is only part of the puzzle.
We'll need each other even after the account is claimed.
This is only the beginning.
I insist you cooperate.
My instructions were to give my part of the number only to the bank office.
So go ahead.
Pull the trigger.
You are making things more complicated than necessary, Von Schau.
Why? Discipline, Graff.
Discipline.
Without it, we will have nothing.
Ernst Graff-- born Pretoria, South Africa.
His family operated citrus orchards and left him large holdings in farming land, now heavily in debt.
He became a regular visitor to the casinos, a real high roller.
We're gonna plant that information in a magazine.
And with your help, maybe we can get Wolfe and Brucker to thinking that Graff has other reasons for wanting that gold.
Divide and conquer.
Mm-hmm.
Ah, we've learned one other thing: Graff is notorious for a violent temper, and he carries a gun.
Yes, well, I already found that out.
He wasn't very happy with me when I didn't give him my part of the number.
I have the feeling he's going to be downright unfriendly if I don't have it by tomorrow.
Then you have to take the obvious precaution.
And we have to get that number now.
Give us until 10:30 tonight, then make some excuse to get away and come to Casey's suite.
All being well, we'll have the number.
Okay.
See you then.
Casey? You're about to become royalty.
(Dial tone) (keypad beeping) If my program's correct, we're hacking straight into the mainframe computer of the Bank International, Hamburg and Berlin.
(Click, beep, click, trilling) (trill) (low, high-pitched trill) (beep) I congratulate you, Baroness.
You are now worth 18 million American dollars.
(Tapping keys) (buzzer sounds) WOMAN (over intercom): Excuse me, sir.
The Baroness Bernhaben is here to see you.
Send her in.
Baroness.
I have been expecting you, Baroness.
We heard of your arrival from the Geneva office.
Then you are aware I've decided to move my household to Zurich? And there are matters you wish us to handle.
I was assured in Geneva that you could provide a great deal of personal service.
We shall do our utmost, Baroness.
Please deposit this draft to open my account.
It's a small sum.
There will be more to follow.
One million American dollars.
Thank you, Baroness.
You will have no cause to regret your faith in our institution.
I would like you to join me for dinner tonight.
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Then of course.
I shall be there.
Excellent.
Black tie.
Till then.
(Diners conversing, harp plays gentle melody) Baroness.
Herr Kubler.
Let me present Herr Dr.
Lubel.
- Herr Doctor.
- Herr Kubler.
A great pleasure.
Dr.
Lubel is my business manager.
He solves all my problems, at least in financial terms.
The baroness very graciously overlooks my occasional mistake in judgment.
(Phelps chuckles) So, tell me do you have associates here in Zurich, Herr Doctor? I do not, at the moment, but with my most valued client moving here, I will open an office -very soon.
- KUBLER: Of course.
I suspect we shall be seeing a great deal of each other.
(Door closes) And just where do you think you're going? I'm going out.
Alone? I don't think so.
Graff, I don't take orders from you or anyone else.
I thought I made myself clear.
You speak of discipline.
You don't know the meaning of the word.
Good night, gentlemen.
I said good night.
Tell me, Von Schau you seem very determined to avoid our company.
I must admit it.
I don't find any of you quite as attractive as the lady I'm having dinner with tonight.
Von Schau, could it be you have some other reason for going off alone? BRUCKER: Yes.
Is there some other reason? Of course not.
WOLFE: Then let us all dine together.
If you wish to bring your young lady GRAFF: Yes.
We can all help to entertain her.
(Nicholas chuckles) I think I'll have dinner with the lady some other night.
Very well.
Ah, shall we go? Montrachet '86.
One of the finer years.
Monsieur.
No.
I'm sure Herr Kubler has the more discriminating palate.
May I see this glass? Sir? Could swear this wine was corked.
But I tasted it myself.
I assure you, sir, in 30 years, - I have ne-- - PHELPS: I beg your pardon.
My mistake.
Hmm.
Do I detect a hint of acidity? Now that you mention it, it does seem a little (gasping) I think our friend is not feeling well, hmm? (Kubler groans) I will help you to your room.
(Kubler pants) (panting continues) How long will the hypnogenic last? -(Low electronic humming) - About a half and hour.
We can take it home, and he won't remember any of it.
- Ready, Max? - Yeah, ready when you are.
(Electronic humming continues) His pulse is steady.
Alfred? You must concentrate, Alfred.
I know you want to sleep, but you can hear my voice.
I want you to listen carefully to everything I say.
Do you understand me? You are very sick, Alfred.
You may be dying.
You've had a stroke.
You can't move your left arm.
Try to move your left arm, Alfred.
(Beeps) Your vision is getting cloudy-- cloudy and diffused.
Yes yes.
You have a meeting tomorrow with a man named Graff.
He phoned you yesterday.
The account is ready.
Yes, but you are sick, too sick to attend the meeting, Alfred.
Too sick? Give me the number, Alfred, before Before I die? I'm sorry, Alfred.
But I've sworn to tell no one.
Alfred, I am your priest.
Give me the number.
You will have a message for Graff.
You will give him the message and then you will forget everything.
(Beeps) Max, I'll leave it to you to get Kubler home.
Right.
- And no sign of Nicholas? - No.
I took a chance and called his room.
No one answered.
If he doesn't get these numbers before they go to the bank in the morning, he's a dead man.
We haven't got all day, Von Schau.
(Knocking) CASEY: it's the maid.
Good morning, sir, your laundry.
Thank you.
Gentlemen.
Sir.
Thank you.
GRAFF: Come on.
We're going to be late.
Well, I'm as ready as ever, Graff.
All right, let's see what we have here.
Jim.
They're gonna link this electronic microscope up to their television screen.
Any reason it can't be linked to ours, too? None at all.
So tell me, gentlemen how may I be of service? My name is Graff.
I phoned you about an account.
Ah, yes, the account of A.
Lois.
I have everything ready, Herr Graff.
You have the coded numbers, of course? Of course.
(Typing) (Typing) Von Schau.
Von Schau.
Von Schau.
(Typing) (Typing) One moment, please.
He looked as if we gave him the wrong number.
Yes, well, it had just better be right.
The account of A.
Lois.
GRAFF: Thank you.
Yes, thank you very much.
My pleasure.
Herr Graff, I'm sorry the news is not good on your coffee investments.
Coffee? I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm sorry, I I didn't mean to say that.
That's not the only investment that has gone sour for Graff.
Coffee? Reichsmarks.
Worth nothing.
WOLFE: What kind of joke is this? GRAFF: In those days-- 1945-- every account from Germany was carefully scrutinized.
Of course the reichsmarks are worthless.
The real secret is here.
Wolfe.
A microdot.
That's right.
Primitive to us, but in those days quite a little achievement, this.
Wolfe your part of the map.
GRAFF: Your watch, Brucker.
Now for my watch crystal.
Von Schau.
My watch.
It's gone.
Gone? What are you talking about? It's gone-- I had it on this chain.
Where is your watch? It was I don't know, I had it I don't know where it is.
I want that watch now.
Where is that watch? I don't know, but I intend to find out.
(Dial tone) (dials, line rings) Who are you calling? The hotel manager.
I won't accuse anyone of stealing a watch until I am certain there is no other explanation for its disappearance.
Manager, please.
Then I shall ask myself, "Who would benefit most from its theft?" I suggest you all ask yourself the same question.
Yes.
This is Von Schau in room 150.
A watch of mine is missing.
Gentlemen, I assure you my staff is completely trustworthy.
I will now institute a search of the linen room and the laundry.
Perhaps the watch was inadvertently gathered up when the bedding was changed.
We haven't got all day for this bloody nonsense.
Much as I would regret it, if the gentleman insists, I will call in the police.
Yes.
No.
No police.
Very well, I'll start the search.
BRUCKER: Von Schau.
I think we should stay together.
All of us.
Thank you, Herr Garcel.
My pleasure.
(Beep, low whirring) "Greineau Cemetery.
" And the names -could be headstones for points of reference.
-Mm.
Yeah, Greineau Cemetery's GRANT: Well, if we're lucky, we'll be able to access right into yes!-- Greineau Cemetery.
Let's see if those names are on headstones.
Let's intersect them with diagonals.
We intersected a crypt.
Crypt of someone called A.
Lois.
We've found it.
Well, how can you be sure? A.
Lois-- you take the period of A.
Lois, you get Alois-- Alois was Hitler's father's name.
Casey, you stay here and keep an eye on Graff and his friends.
GRAFF: Damn it.
That's got to be a solution.
You're drinking too much, Graff.
Shut up! I'll drink as I like.
Tell me, Graff do you have a system for your gambling? I'm not a gambler.
- I never gamble.
- Really? Tell us about your investments in Krugerrands.
Did you buy before the gold price collapsed? My investments are my own business! No one else's! Aren't you the well-known international playboy from South Africa, "gambler and investor," Ernst Graff, whose family companies were liquidated?! You're embarrassing Graff, Brucker.
Stop it! If we're to recover the gold, we need each other.
No.
What we need is Von Schau's watch.
The elusive Mr.
A.
Lois.
- Alois.
- Let's pay him a visit.
(Grunts) -(grunts) -(bolt clacks) (door creaking) After you.
(Jim chuckles) (sighs) Inside the coffin.
Where's Hitler's gold? "Tery.
" A word ending in "tery.
" "Cemetery.
" "Cemetery.
" Get me a street map.
I want to know the names of all the cemeteries in this area.
Okay, Casey.
Thanks.
We're running out of time.
Nicholas and the others just left the hotel.
Casey thinks they're coming here.
This door's brass.
A.
Lois.
A.
Lois.
That period doesn't make any sense at all.
JIM: Hey.
Maybe that's it.
(Whirring, rumbling) (thud echoes) JIM: Grant.
Let's have some light.
On the floor.
Like the pharaohs of Egypt, they made sure the workers didn't tell their secrets.
Jim.
JIM: Gold.
MAX: There must be enough gold here to feed a million starving people.
Yeah, or finance a new wave of hatred and bigotry in the world.
MAX: It must have taken a dozen men with lifting equipment to bring it down here.
How the hell are we supposed to get it out? Give me 15 minutes.
- What do you have? - Mylar.
If I can hang this from the cave so we get -the proper reflection -They won't be able to see the gold.
(Clicks tongue) BRUCKER: The crypt.
You lead, Von Schau.
Please, after you.
GRAFF: Von Schau, you lead.
Wolfe, you stay here.
Keep guard.
BRUCKER: Where's the gold? Tell him, Von Schau.
The open crypt, torches burning Where is the gold?! I thought you might be able to answer that question, Graff.
(Gunshot) Why did you shoot him?! If he stole the gold, he was the only one that could lead us to it! That's how you planned it.
To pay off your gambling debts.
All those losses on the stock market.
Maybe that's what Von Schau was trying to tell us! - Shut up! -(gunshot) GRAFF: A reflection.
It was a trick.
(Hitler speaking, distantly echoing) - HITLER Sieg heil! - CROWD: Heil! Heil! Heil! (Grunting) Wolfe! Here! Wolfe! Here! (Door clunks shut, bolt clacks) That bullet made a nasty little dent.
Had it freshly laundered this morning.
Well, what's the penalty for murder in Switzerland? Life imprisonment.
JIM: So much for the Fourth Reich.
(Starts engine) (tires squeal) (siren blaring) (theme music playing)