Mission Impossible (1966) s05e21 Episode Script

Hello, Father.
What are you doing here, Howard? There was an accident in my lab at Volgrad.
I contaminated myself with a nerve gas formula I was working on.
I'm dying, Father.
I knew that would please you.
What months I have left I want to spend with Paul.
Get out of here.
I'm taking my son.
You'll destroy him.
I, destroy him? I'll keep you away from him even if I have to kill you.
Good morning, Mr.
Phelps.
This is Howard Bainbridge, noted specialist in chemical warfare who defected to the East, where he developed the lethal chemical, TRA, a nerve gas formula known only to him.
We believe that Bainbridge, contaminated by his own deadly chemical, escaped the Iron Curtain and returned to his father's estate where the elder Bainbridge killed his son and concealed the corpse.
Since Howard Bainbridge destroyed all his records before fleeing the East, the only existing trace of the chemical, TRA, is in his corpse.
Your mission, Jim, should you choose to accept it, is to find Howard Bainbridge's body.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
These are radio receivers.
One for each ear.
To be placed past the fold of the cartilage with this instrument close to the eardrum, so they're hidden from the outside.
How will we hear him, Barney? This has a built-in transmitter, Jim.
It's identical to the one that Bainbridge wears.
Mm-hmm.
Now Bainbridge's estate runs to roughly a thousand acres, most of it is wooded.
And somewhere out there he's hidden his son's body.
What's the security setup, Jim? A hand-picked force of 20 men, Paris.
A small army.
He's a paranoid militarist, Dana.
He's been tied in with crypto-fascist organizations most of his life, starting with the Nazi Bund 35 years ago.
If I had to pick one single reason for his son's defection, I would say Justin Bainbridge himself.
Now, in the early part of World War II, the original owner of the estate built an air-raid shelter next to the house.
There's a stairway leading down into it from the house itself.
It's been sealed off for years, but we'll reactivate it.
The outside entrance is here, next to the greenhouse.
Are you set, Barney? Yes, Jim.
Two ghosts are being created with the help of twin lasers.
We'll project three-dimensional holographic images.
The estate has a reputation in the village for weird goings-on, but Bainbridge doesn't seem like the kind of man who'd believe in ghosts.
It's not ghosts we want him to fear, Paris, but his own guilty conscience.
After all, he did murder his own son.
Even for Justin Bainbridge, that's a heavy load to bear.
One more thing be careful of this man, Vincent Sandler.
Foreign Legion, Congo mercenary, hired gun in a couple of Latin American revolutions.
Bainbridge has hired him to head up his security force.
He sounds tailor-made for Bainbridge.
That's exactly what Iron Curtain intelligence thought.
He's working for the East? Yes.
And he's after the same thing we are, Dana.
Howard Bainbridge's corpse.
David Kincaid? Yes, that's right.
Your driver's license, please.
The guard at the gate already looked at Your driver's license.
Is that all the luggage you have? Yes, that's all.
It'll be sent to your room after it's inspected.
Major Sandler! Caught him trying to sneak into the woods.
You know your grandfather's rule about the woods.
Well? Yes.
"Yes" what, boy? Leave me alone! Come back here! If you're going to shoot me, you'd better check it with Mr.
Bainbridge first.
He went to a lot of trouble to get just the right tutor for his grandson.
Excuse me.
I'm Mr.
Kincaid.
Oh, yes.
I'm Mrs.
Foster, the housekeeper.
- Mrs.
Foster.
- May I? - Thank you.
- This way, please.
Mm-hmm.
If there is anything at all I can do to help you, please feel free to call on me.
- Thank you.
- Lf you'll just wait in here, I'll tell Mr.
Bainbridge you've arrived.
Discipline, Mr.
Kincaid discipline.
Corporal punishment.
I mean a sound thrashing if necessary.
Yes, sir.
The boy has a lot to overcome.
You know, of course, about his father.
My son, Howard, about his defection.
Everybody knows.
You will never mention his name in front of Paul.
Neither Howard's name nor Jeanette's.
Jeanette? Yes, the boy's mother.
A French girl.
I never met her.
Howard married her out of the country without my consent.
She died when Paul was born, so he never knew his mother.
As for his father, I've told him he's dead.
Remember that.
Yes, sir.
Paul and I dine sharply at 7:00, so you'll be here at that time and meet your pupil.
That will be all, Mr.
Kincaid.
Ah, Mr.
Kincaid, there you are.
That's not your room; this is yours.
Oh, yes.
I was just wondering, is there anything I can do to help you get settled? Thank you, Mrs.
Foster, I'm sure I'll be very comfortable.
My enemies refer to the Bainbridge Rangers as a private "fascist" army.
"Storm troopers," I think they call them.
I only hope I can make them that effective.
And the word "fascist" does not disturb me, because one day I think they'll be recognized for what they are the true defenders of this nation.
You disagree? Well, I would, uh I only question is the advisability of exposing a boy as young as Paul to that kind of philosophy.
But Paul is Excuse me.
Hello.
Well, that's that's perfectly all right with me.
I don't have any special orders.
Good night, Sandler.
As for Paul, Mr.
Kincaid, all I expect of him at this age is unquestioning obedience.
If my grandson learns nothing else, he's going to learn that.
I'm not going to lose him the way I Is something wrong, sir? Mr.
Bainbridge? Leave me.
- But you don't look well - Get out! Yes, sir.
Mr.
Kincaid! Mr.
Kincaid, what happened? Did you see anybody come through here? No.
What happened? It's all right, Mrs.
Foster.
Mr.
Kincaid.
Mr.
Bainbridge has given strict orders no one is to enter that room.
I know.
Your mind isn't on your work today, is it, Paul? What were you thinking about? The attic room? I saw you last night, Paul.
You don't have to worry.
I'm not going to tell on you.
That was your father's room, wasn't it? Yes.
Do you believe in ghosts? Hmm? People coming back from the dead.
Their spirits, I mean.
Well, I'm not sure.
Do you? Your lunch is ready, Paul.
That's all right.
You run along, Paul.
We'll talk later.
Mr.
Bainbridge? Is anything wrong, Mr.
Bainbridge? Mr.
Bainbridge? Are you all right, sir? Yes, I'm all right.
But you look so I'm all right! Sandler was following orders, Kincaid.
You're lucky to be alive.
And if you want to stay that way, keep out of the woods.
Mr.
Bainbridge, I was only trying to look out for Paul.
I saw him go into the woods, I thought I should follow him.
Nevertheless, it was an order.
And when when, when I when I give an order, I What is it, Mr.
Bainbridge? No, it's it's all right.
I'm, uh Please just leave me alone.
You look pale.
Uh, let me get you a glass of sherry.
I don't want any sherry.
I I Please, you don't have to bother with that.
I just Here, try some of this.
No, no.
Please, Kincaid, get out.
Mr.
Bainbridge, you don't look well.
I think you should call a doctor.
Get out! Father help me.
Help me, Father.
Please.
You loved me once.
Help me, Father.
Find that love again.
Help me.
Free me.
Free me! Father Help me, Father.
Fire can free me.
Help me, Father.
You loved me once.
Burn me, Father.
Free me help me.
Help me.
Father help me, Father.
Hello, Dr.
Gerade's office.
Hello? Hello? Your move.
Did you hear that? Hear what? Listen.
No, I don't hear anything.
Mr.
Bainbridge? It's ready, Paris.
Okay.
Father help me.
Father help me.
Help me, Father.
Who is it? Free me.
What is it? Free me.
This is a trick.
You loved me once.
It's a trick! Everything's that happening around here is a trick! Find that love again.
Leave me alone.
Help me.
Fire can free me.
Burn me, Father.
Destroy the poison in my bones.
Get away from me! Burn me, Father, please.
Destroy the poison in my bones.
Burn me.
Burn me.
Burn me.
Burn me.
Burn me.
Hello, Dr.
Gerade's office.
This is Justin Bainbridge.
Give me Dr.
Gerade.
Oh, Mr.
Bainbridge, I'm sorry.
Dr.
Gerade is out of town.
He won't in till the day after tomorrow.
Dr.
Conrad is taking his calls until he returns.
Conrad? Yes, Dr.
Gerade's new associate.
Would you care to speak to him? Well, I want to see him.
Tell him to be here within an hour.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
One hour.
Paris? Yep.
He wants Dr.
Conrad there in one hour.
He'll be there.
Well? Your, uh, blood pressure is high, pulse is rapid.
You're obviously under a strain, Mr.
Bainbridge.
What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a psychiatrist.
What are you getting at? This sound this heartbeat that you've been hearing, and the dream you had last night, are clearly symptoms of a psychological rather than a physical disturbance.
Are you trying to tell me I'm going crazy? Tell me, sir, is your son still alive behind the Iron Curtain as far as you know? Yes.
Yet this dream you had of him last night where he appeared as a ghost would indicate that you think of him as being dead.
Wouldn't you? If you had a son who betrayed his country? Well, I might also be harboring a feeling of guilt justified or not that I had somehow contributed to his death.
That's ridiculous.
I did everything for Howard.
Why should I feel guilt? I couldn't say.
Well, of course you couldn't, because it's untrue! I know how I felt about my son.
- Felt? - What? You spoke of him in the past tense, as if Well, I'll leave you a prescription for a tranquilizer.
I don't want any of your prescriptions.
All I want from you is to find out what you're trying to do to me! Doing to you? Yes.
Very well, Mr.
Bainbridge.
I'm trying to make it clear to you that, in my opinion, you're showing the early symptoms of a mental collapse.
And, if I were you, I would do something about it very quickly.
Do something? There are treatments.
The purpose of which would be to eliminate whatever it is that's making you feel guilty about your son.
Out.
Mr.
Bainbridge? Listen.
What? It stopped.
What stopped? Who is it? Who is it? Jeanette.
What do you want? I want my Howard.
He's dead! His spirit lives.
It came to you.
It begged you to free him from the misery.
How can I? Fire.
Fire will free him.
Burn his bones.
Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him.
That did it.
I'll go check the garden area.
I think I should stay with the boy.
Paul? Paul? Paul, I know you're here.
Who are you? Bainbridge! Where is he? What do you mean? What have you done with my son's body? Answer him, Kincaid.
What have you done with it? I can't help you, Sandler.
Ask him.
He buried his son.
Where is it, Mr.
Bainbridge? Sandler, in the name of heaven, what are you doing? Where is it?! Sandler! Stay with him, Willy.
He's dangerous.
What about the body? That's what I want to know.
My father thought I was dead.
And I would have been if he had dug that grave a little deeper.
But then he was always in such a hurry to get rid of me.
Mr.
Bainbridge Stay back.
We can have six months together, and no one is going to take those from us.
If you want nothing to happen to Paul, come with me.
You and Sandler Father? It's all right, Paul.
Now, listen to me, son.
I want you to stay here.
Understand? Stay here.
I'll come with you.
Father? Father, come back! Father, don't leave me now! Father, please! You promised me! Father, please come back.
Father! Paul Paul it's all right.
It's all right.
Get out of my way, Mr.
Kincaid.
You all right? Yes.
Can you sit up? You're you're Kincaid.
Yes.
Paul likes you.
He trusts you.
He asked me to trust you, too.
I wish you had.
I couldn't.
I wanted to be with Paul, and there was so little time.
Are you sure of that? What do you mean? If you give us the formula for TRA, government scientists might be able to find an antidote to it.
It's possible, isn't it? Possible, yes, but there's so little time left.
Well, then, let's not waste it come on.
Father! Paul.