Mission: Impossible (1988) s01e15 Episode Script

(Men chanting in deep, eerie voices) (groans) (chanting continues) (quiet moaning) (chanting continues) (chanting continues) (chanting grows louder) (screaming) (theme music playing) FISHERMAN: Quite a sight, isn't it? It reminds me of the poet's line, uh, "I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.
" I don't think he was talking about shrimp trawlers.
Maybe not.
Do you ever fish for lobster? We lay out a few pots when the shrimp aren't running.
(Beeping) (disc whirring) MALE VOICE: Good morning, Jim.
In the past year, two high-ranking Western diplomats based in London-- men entrusted with many of their countries' secrets, have committed suicide.
And yet another, an American, has been committed to an asylum for the insane.
There seems to be only one thing the diplomats had in common-- they were all regular guests of this man-- Lord Holman, Third Baron of Saffron Cobden, a wealthy member of the British House of Lords, and, we believe, a traitor to his country.
We suspect that Holman involves his guests in some sort of disreputable activity, then uses this to blackmail them into selling state secrets.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to establish whether Holman is guilty and to insure he pays for his crimes.
As always, should you or any member of the 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) Pass your hand over that.
Like this? GRANT: Holman's estate-- Cobden Manor.
Well, I finally get my chance for a weekend with aristocracy.
And I'm a gypsy.
PHELPS: The bodies of three young women have been recovered from a lake about a mile from Holman's estate.
Each girl was killed by a knife thrust to the chest.
One of the girls was an American-- a tourist.
You think there's a connection with Lord Holman? Well, Cobden Manor was built on land where the ancient druids held their festival of the summer solstice, and offered their sacrifices.
The solstice is next week, right? Yes.
We're going to get there four days earlier and that'll be part of our cover.
Druid megaliths can still be found on the manor grounds.
SHANNON: But the druids haven't been in Britain for centuries.
Well, the druids might be long gone, but every year cultists, spiritualists, hippies, gather at Cobden Manor to celebrate the occasion, and Lord Holman refuses to break that tradition.
And there will be some other guests at the manor, as well.
Holman has invited some of his peers, ostensibly, to watch the festivities, such as they are.
We think he has more devious plans.
And so have I.
His trauma was undoubtedly induced by his feelings of guilt over his treason.
I doubt if anything you do will get through to him, but I have been instructed to let you try.
Call me if you need me.
Right now, he's the only hope we've got.
We have to know what happened to him.
The hypnogenic injection's taking effect.
Every mental or emotional state creates its own energy.
Which sets up impulses in the central nervous system.
We're trying to translate those impulses into computer commands, the way the cerebellum does.
We record the electro-telepathic emanations.
The equipment we're using is in the developmental stages.
Of course, I'm describing all this in pretty basic terms.
Of course.
The computer is programmed with all the available data we have on Russell, Holman, Cobden Manor.
Mm-hmm.
(Computer trilling quietly) Mr.
Russell-- try to overcome your fear.
You're very much afraid, but you must overcome that fear.
Think, Mr.
Russell.
Think about what frightens you.
Think of the manor, Cobden Manor.
Think of Lord Holman.
(Gasping anxiously) (whimpering) Mr.
Russell-- Cobden Manor.
What happened there? (Whimpering, shuddering) Think about Lord Holman.
(Shuddering loudly) Grant.
(Electronic whirring) (Russell gasps) (Russell grunts) (Russell gives short shouts) (Russell yelling) What is it? Well, the three girls killed with single knife thrusts.
GRANT: And those images-- the goat head mask, the girl on the altar -(Russell shouting fearfully) - Human sacrifice.
He's been involved in satanic rites.
(Yelling) (screaming) Jim will be wearing these shoes.
The metal plates emit a fair amount of heat.
So the inner soles are made out of asbestos.
Twist the plate, it'll emit a gas.
Now, anyone who inhales it, will suffer a very brief lapse of consciousness.
What about these? Check this out.
Two of you will wear these contact lenses.
You'll carry a remote control with you, like this one.
(Electronic chirp) They're soft lenses.
Completely safe.
You know, Jim, it doesn't make sense to me that a man as highly educated as Lord Holman actually believes these satanic rites he practices.
Well, not completely.
Obviously he uses them to involve people in his blackmail and manipulate them any way he wants.
But by the time we've finished with him, he'll be a true believer.
HOLMAN: You're welcome to stay here.
Celebrate the solstice.
But if my man Challis here sees any of you cutting timber for fires, taking fish from the brook or poaching game, he'll fill your backsides full of buckshot and drive you off my land.
See to it, Challis.
Yes, sir.
There's only a few of them now.
There'll be hundreds before the end of the week.
Gypsies.
Do I run 'em off, sir? Let them stay.
But give them a warning.
Good day, Your Grace.
No objections to us camping for a while? Not if you mind your P's and Q's.
And your old man doesn't start setting his snares around the woods.
Me? Married to her, Your Grace? (Chuckles): Not likely.
You keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll cut it out.
I'm the gamekeeper, not the blasted baronet.
No.
I'll bet that everybody takes you for gentry.
You can save your blarney.
Just remember what I said about poaching.
Mind your own business, and there'll be no trouble.
Let me tell your fortune.
In return for your kindness.
Ah, I don't believe that rubbish.
This is where the girl was found, huh? There were three girls, not just the American.
Well, she's the only one my government's interested in.
American tourists object to being murdered.
Her parents have been raising a real stink.
I'm chief constable of this county, Lieutenant Doyle, and as far as I'm concerned, all three girls are equally important.
Yeah.
Okay.
Whatever you say.
Look, my chief is more interested in my expenses.
So I'll nose around a little bit, then I'll make my report.
Murder by person or persons unknown.
Case closed.
That's right.
Case closed.
And you're back to U.
S.
of bloody A, and three kids are forgotten.
They're not forgotten by me.
(Static hissing, crackling) She's very good, Your Honor.
If you cross her palm with silver.
SHANNON: I see something.
Something's coming now.
I see I see a gentleman's house.
- Oh, it's here.
-(horse neighs) That's the manor.
There is evil.
Great evil.
What do you see, girl? No! (Panting) He is coming.
The great one is coming! What are you on about? Who's coming? It's him.
She saw him.
The master.
The evil one.
Satan! (liquid bubbling) HOLMAN: She's sedated now, but she won't be when her time comes.
Touch her, Dunston.
Oh, no, I I shouldn't.
Feel her heartbeat, Dunston.
Can you feel it? Yes.
Like a captured bird, struggling in your hand.
You'll be initiated tonight, Dunston.
Then you can be part of it.
Part of our offering.
Holman, you're hurting my hand.
Her name is Lucy.
She'll be our gift, Dunston.
Our gift to the Great One.
Milord You wanted to see me? I understood it was the other way around, that you wanted to see me.
I don't even know who you are.
PHELPS: Strange.
You've called me many, many times.
(Dogs barking, howling in distance) Interesting contact lenses you have, Mr? Contact lenses? You really think so? I'm not impressed by cheap tricks.
State your business.
I have guests.
Oh, yes.
Sir William Bead, Lord Dunston, the Honorable Francis Fordham.
Not exactly the kind of men you keep waiting for dinner.
How do you know those names? I know them all, Holman.
Tookley and Severin and Jameson-- you introduced them to me, don't you remember? Now, how long did you think it could go on, Holman? Using me, my face, my rites-- without paying.
Oh, yes.
Call Challis; he might like to listen.
(Beeps) Is there trouble, milord? No trouble a gun can solve, Mr.
Challis.
Put it away, please.
The wiring in these old houses-- happens all the time.
Yes, I suppose it does.
See to it, Challis.
I think I smell the stench of blackmail.
Whoever you are, you're wasting your time.
Time? What is time to me? A few hours, a few years, a few eons.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about eternity, Lord Holman.
Eternity and man's soul.
(Max chanting eerily) Don't say that! Ah, so you know the prayer, do you? It's dangerous.
Dangerous? As dangerous as a man who can turn darkness into light? And light into dark.
(Sizzling) Holman think about eternity.
Think about the price you'd be prepared to pay.
(Sizzling) (coughing) (beeping) (beeping) Find anything? There's underground wiring here.
Heading straight for the gazebo.
No lights, no power points.
Well, not above ground.
Think there's a tunnel under here? Nicholas that pond seems to be fed by a spring.
Uh-huh.
And the water seems to be running underground.
I wonder where it goes.
Now, that's interesting.
Do you really think so? (Door creaks, slams) Been asking a lot of questions around the village.
Nobody's prepared to say much.
Obviously there's been a lot of pressure brought to bear on these folks to keep this thing hushed up.
I'm not surprised, considering the sort of people on Holman's guest list.
Yes, any breath of scandal among them could rock the government right to its foundations.
Chief constable-- he's pretty bitter about the lack of cooperation he's getting.
He's a tough man, blunt, but I think he seems genuinely concerned about what's going on here.
Good.
When the time comes, we may need his help.
I don't know why you let them on the estate, Holman.
Bunch of raggle-taggle bobtailed ruffians.
Midsummer rites have been celebrated on Cobden Manor for centuries.
Do you want to be the one to risk stopping it? Risk? (Chuckles) They come here for their drink and debauchery, and to indulge themselves in all sorts of vice.
And what do you come here for, Fordham? Tell Dunston why you come year after year.
Why you all come.
(Chuckling) All right, timer's set to release the dye, a little bit at a time, over the next 12 hours.
That should give us enough time to track its flow.
CHALLIS: I never laid a hand on her.
I swear.
I took her in some food, and she started into me with a dinner knife.
If it had been sharp, she'd have done for me.
It'll keep you quiet and happy, won't it, little Lucy? Tomorrow night.
We can wait till then, can't we? Put her on the cot.
Challis? There'll be no more drugs for her, you understand? I don't want her like that.
I want her to know.
Know and feel.
(deep, eerie chanting in distance) (chanting grows closer) (eerie chanting continues) (chanting continues) (chanting stops) Seems to be some sort of initiation ceremony.
I will come to the altar.
Save me, Lord Satan, from the treacherous and violent.
I deny all religion.
I curse, blaspheme and provoke with all despite.
I denounce all priests and pastors.
I recognize only one Great One: Lord Satan.
I call upon his many names.
Beelzebub.
Asmodeus.
Prince of Darkness.
Diabolus, who kills both body and soul.
And I embrace Belial, Lord of the Flies.
How long do they keep this up? (Deep, eerie chanting) They're moving out.
A new member of the coven.
Grant? You were right.
There's the dye you put in the pond.
GRANT: Well, we've seen what we need to see.
Why don't we get the hell out of here, huh? It would be my pleasure.
GRANT: And a hydraulic platform.
The dye was put into an ornamental pond at Cobden Manor.
It proves there's an underground stream from manor to lake-- nothing more.
The stream also passes through a secret chapel.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about a chapel where Lord Holman practices Satanism.
And on at least three occasions, human sacrifice.
Three young girls whose bodies were washed down into this lake.
Are you trying to tell me that Lord Holman murdered those girls? Not only that-- we think he's planning to add a fourth to his tally.
A sacrifice for the summer solstice.
I'll keep watch.
Shannon, you're the only one who can get near the house openly without raising suspicion.
If you find out where they're keeping the girl, contact Max.
All right.
Where will you be, Max? I'll try to get inside through the gazebo trapdoor.
And the girl's safety is in your hands.
All right.
Let's do it, Max.
I've got a fortune to tell.
SHANNON: I see money.
A great deal of money.
CHALLIS: Is that tray ready? No, sir.
Nearly, sir.
Nearly.
What are you doing here? I was telling cook's fortune.
She's here to work, not listen to that drivel.
You're not allowed around the house.
I was hoping for a few eggs.
Give her some eggs.
She'll only steal them if you don't.
Thank you, Your Grace, for your kindness.
Don't let me see you around here again.
Challis is taking the food to her.
No one can possibly connect the bodies in the lake with Cobden Manor.
EGERTON (over phone): It seems to have been a matter of tracing some dye from a pond in the manor grounds.
It proves nothing, but it suggests a lot.
I'm afraid I can't ignore it.
I couldn't agree more.
Kill him.
Make it look like an accident.
Even American policemen have accidents.
(Chuckles) You can investigate the circumstances yourself.
You should be used to that, Chief Constable.
No.
Killing's your department; it's not mine.
You'll do as you're told, Egerton.
And you know why you will.
No, sir.
Not this time.
(Gun cocks) Egerton? (Over speaker, gun fires) Egerton! - Don't be scared.
-(gasps) I'm going to get you out of here.
Shot himself?! Is he dead? Of course he's dead, you fool! How could he miss with a gun against his head? HOLMAN (over radio): I spoke to one of his men.
CHALLIS: We can't go on with this.
It's too dangerous.
We've got to stop.
Not until I get Dunston under control.
His access to the War Office could be worth millions.
Those two that came here-- the ones with the eyes.
Yes? The gypsy girl she called one of them She called him the Master.
The Evil One.
(Quiet, anxious breathing) They must think I'm some kind of fool.
(Over radio): I'm going to get them back here, Challis.
All I have to do is contact them.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
Shannon.
I'll take care of her.
Jim just called.
He's on his way.
Right.
Thank you.
(Gasps) (Lucy cries out) Oh don't worry.
I'll explain.
(Lucy moans) it's all right.
Lord Holman would like us to pay him a visit.
Or a visitation.
Let's wait till dark.
Just to add that extra touch.
(Chuckles evilly) You left the key in the door.
You damn fool! It was on the outside.
I never thought it would Hmph.
You never thought in your benighted life.
Find her, Challis.
Find her.
Before midnight.
She could be miles away.
Then replace her! Or by all that's unholy, you'll suffer like no man has ever suffered.
You don't mind if I use your table.
You asked to see me, Lord Holman; I'm here.
How did you know? How did you get in? It was kept locked.
How did I get in here? You ask me that? Who are you? (Phelps laughs) And now you ask who I am.
You know who I am.
What do you want from me? All of these questions, Lord Holman-- I am disappointed in you.
What do I always want? You want my soul? Your soul? Are you serious? (laughs) I already have that.
(laughs) (Max laughs) (laughs) Hmm.
Devilishly clever stuff.
Nice job, Nicholas.
(Twig cracks) Who do you think you're spying on? PHELPS: I take it you've made adequate preparations for the summer solstice.
I will require a gift.
A gin? Oh, come, you know what I mean.
I had a girl.
She was ready But you don't have her now, is that what you're saying, milord? I would be very unhappy if I were robbed of my proper rights.
You understand that.
Better you than me, darling.
Lucy's safe in the village.
What is it? Shannon's gone.
Max found her binoculars where she dropped them; we think they may have her at the house.
As a replacement for Lucy.
Then let's go get her.
No.
She'll be safe enough for the moment.
We have to finish this thing for good.
Nicholas, I need your help with some makeup.
He's taken my soul.
I'm damned, Challis.
I'm damned.
(Eerie howl in distance) And maybe maybe if I please him with the girl.
Would he give it back? Time to get ready, my pretty.
(Deep, eerie chanting) Go, guys.
Now.
(Chanting continues) (chanting continues) (Holman chanting) (Holman chanting) PHELPS (eerily): Holman (low laugh) (Holman shuddering) Your prayer, Master.
(Holman chants) I pray to you! Not my soul, not my soul.
Your gift! I give you this girl.
No! (Holman chanting weakly, anxiously) it's too late for your prayer, Holman.
(Holman chanting anxiously) it's too late! (Holman chants) I pray to you! (Holman screams) "What does it profit a man, if he gain the whole world" "and lose his immortal soul.
" (theme music playing)