Mission Impossible (1966) s06e13 Episode Script

Open it.
- I didn't get the name.
Trask.
The name is Trask.
Now, you remember it.
The flag is up.
There they go.
Willy's Babe is going to the front.
Sandarsky is second.
Analine is third.
Sounds Groovy is fourth.
Dirty Harry is fifth.
And Aces Up.
Around the clubhouse turn, Dirty Harry in front now by a head.
Willy's Babe is second by one length.
Sandarsky is third by one length.
Analine is fourth a length and one half.
Sounds Groovy is fifth.
And Aces Up.
Turning into the backstretch, Dirty Harry in front by a head.
So much for free enterprise.
Good morning, Mr.
Phelps.
The two men you are looking at are Edward Trask and Frank Mason.
Mason has recently been given control of the Syndicate's illegal betting parlors.
He has modernized the operations with computerized tote boards and put tie-lines between his parlors in cities all over the country.
Trask has been assigned the job of removing the competition in these cities, which he is doing without regard for life or property.
Conventional law enforcement agencies have been unable to gather sufficient evidence for the arrest of these men.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to break up this deadly alliance and thus prevent millions of dollars from being funneled into Syndicate coffers.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
That's some filly.
That was Lucky Lady's big race in Rio last month.
When will she be here? She's flying in this afternoon, Casey.
Be out of quarantine tomorrow.
Now, the Racetrack Protective Association and the Thoroughbred Club have given us their cooperation so that we can change her registration temporarily.
My trainer's papers came through okay, Jim.
Good.
The horse's past performance charts were planted in the newspaper morgues yesterday.
Trask hasn't had much luck with any of the horses he's owned, huh? He's never had a great horse, Casey, not even a good one.
He wants one desperately.
Right.
He grew up around racetracks.
To him, a winning horse is the kind of class and prestige that he dreamt about as a kid.
The kind you don't get as a Syndicate enforcer.
That's why he's so jealous of Mason's horse, King's Friend.
What about the bill of sale? There are enough inconsistencies here to invalidate it.
Nick, can she really run fast enough to beat Mason's horse? I think so.
The question is, will Trask think so? Casey.
Start it, Nick.
Magnetic inhibitor.
Slows the mechanism down.
Makes a good horse look great.
So, the rest is up to us and to the horse that Trask will know as Red Sand.
Let's hope that our horse can beat King's Friend.
Oh, that King's Friend gets better every time I see her.
If she's too good, Mason won't sell her to you.
Everything has its price, Jeffers.
You won't get away with this, Donovan.
I already have, Miss Fredericks.
The horse is mine.
Now, why don't you just be a gracious loser and run along, huh? I'll report you to the racing commission.
For what, being a better horse trader than you? Don't be an idiot.
Red Sand was my horse.
I had the deal-- you cheated me out of it! Oh, the cat has claws, huh? Hey, that's no way to treat a lady, mister.
Donovan's the name, and that's no lady.
You won't get away with it, Donovan.
Sorry about that, Mr.
Trask.
She's a wild one.
You know me, huh? Yeah, I've been around.
Fine-looking animal.
Get her inside.
You going to enter her here? Uh, well, that depends on whether she's ready.
Probably not.
Sorry, you'll have to excuse me; I'm busy.
He doesn't like to talk much about the horse, does he? Go find out where the girl's staying, hear? Quick, go on.
Right.
What do you say, Mason? What about the horse? I told you a dozen times, Trask.
King's Friend is not for sale.
Telephone.
Come on now, I want the horse.
You want.
I know, you want.
Trask, take from everybody else, but not from me.
We got too much business together.
Well, do come in.
I already have.
So I noticed.
Now try and exit, okay? Who are you? I'm more interested in who you are, pretty lady.
I am the pretty lady who is gonna call the cops if you don't get out of my room.
First, I'm gonna ask you one question.
Just who is Donovan? Donovan is a cheating creep.
Mm-hmm.
What about his horse? You said one question.
I lied.
He got it from a man named Ramirez.
How good is she? Not very.
Funny, I didn't get that impression.
I really couldn't care less.
I have nothing more to say.
She's been here two weeks.
Some guy is paying her rent-- in cash.
And she's got a rented car.
She's got a friend.
Find out who.
Brolo Stride now getting through.
Brolo Stride in front as they come down to the line of finish-- Brolo Stride ahead by a half length.
Tiffanino finishing second, Chesterfield Second finishing third.
Running time seven furlongs: One minute, The horses are on the track for the big race of the day at Paradise Park.
In post position order: Blue Bonnet, Brenducci, Another Zip, Dealer's Choice, Reubenaire and Upsy-daisy.
The flag is up There they go.
Reubenaire is going to the front-- Upsy-daisy is second, Dealer's Choice is third, Another Zip is fourth, Brenducci is fifth, then Blue Bonnet.
At the corner, it's Dealer's Choice between horses in front by a neck-- Reubenaire is second by a head.
Upsy-daisy on the outside is third; by one length, Another Zip is fourth.
By one length, Brenducci is fifth and Blue Bonnet.
Around the far turn, on the outside, Another Zip going away in front by a head.
Upsy-daisy is second by a half-length.
Reubenaire is third, closing between horses by a length and half.
Dealer's Choice is fifth and Blue Bonnet.
They're turning for home.
Another Zip on the outside, in front by a neck.
Reubenaire is second by a neck.
From outside, Upsy-daisy closing is third by a half-length, followed by Blue Bonnet.
They're in the stretch-- it's Another Zip on the inside in front, by a head, is Reubenaire-- it's Another Zip in front.
Reubenaire is second and Upsy-daisy.
It's Another Zip in front and Reubenaire Another Zip is the winner by a neck.
Reubenaire finishing second with Upsy-daisy third.
Ladies and gentlemen, here are the results of the highest and top race of the day: and, friends, it's $125,000 race at a mile and one-eighth.
The winner was long shot Chelino; Willy's Babe was second; Analine finishing third.
Chelino paid $154 even, $60.
80 to place, $30.
60 to show.
The horses are on the track now for the mile and one-eighth.
The flag is up; there they go.
Princess Pine is going to the front, Navy Blue is second, Take a Whack is third, Winston is fourth, then Powder Keg.
Going into the far turn in front on the outside by a head, Powder Keg is second is third by a head, Navy Blue looking for racing room Princess Pine on the outside, in front by a head, Navy Blue is second by a half-length Take a Whack is third What are you doing here? Well, you see I Blue head and head, nose and nose Hey, hold it.
Hey, stop that guy! He was trying to break into the safe when I caught him.
Okay.
Clean up this mess.
Guess what happened to me.
I'm just breathless till I find out.
Well, I had a date, and I got stood up.
That's a nice angle.
Have you had dinner? No, I haven't but I'm very hungry.
Now, Mr.
Trask-- please-- not before dinner, huh? What would you like to drink, Miss Fredericks? Um scotch.
Two fingers, on the rocks.
Please.
To good times.
No? Why? Why, what? Why you and me tonight, hm? Why not? You weren't exactly thrilled with my being around you this afternoon.
Well, I thought it over.
And I decided not to let some dumb horse get me so excited when there are more enjoyable pursuits.
Then the horse is NG? Right.
Hey then what are you getting so bent out of shape about Donovan for, hmm? Who knows women.
They always want what they can't have.
Come on, let's go.
Go where? This afternoon you were too worried about the horse.
Tonight you're not worried enough.
Now come on! This your idea of a big night out? Don't you feel bad, love.
A classy chick like you tries to con me-- it turns me on.
What did you do? Oh, just curious.
Morning, Miss Fredericks.
Hi! I figured if I kept you out late enough last night, you wouldn't make it this morning.
Ah, two minds that work as one.
He's working her between poles.
He's not too anxious for anybody to time her, is he? Hmm.
Good? Just a fifth second off the track record.
How'd she respond? Responded great, how'd she clock? I didn't clock her.
- Why not? I forgot my watch.
- Too bad.
She was really flying.
Steve, cool her off.
I got 57 and one; what'd you get? Oh, your watch must be messed up, Mr.
Trask.
I don't think so, Mr.
Donovan.
Oh, no.
Red Sand is almost four lengths faster than King's Friend.
I wonder if Donovan knows.
Oh, he knows.
And he knows I know, too.
Come on.
What did Red Sand really do? Fifty-seven four.
It's really gonna be a horse race.
It was bleached with a laser.
I thought so.
It's the latest technique for marking animals-- safe and painless.
Can you tell how long ago it was done? I'd say very recently.
They must've changed the lip tattoo as well.
Third Round Destroyer is fourth.
They're all together.
Down the stretch is Papa Day, in front by a head.
Three Flower is second, and Willy's Babe.
It's Papa Day in front.
Papa Day in front, drawing out.
As they come down to the line of finish, Papa Day is the winner.
Three Flower is second, by a head in front of Willy's Babe.
Running time for six furlongs: one minute ten and three-fifth seconds.
Oh, excuse me.
Oh, Miss Fredericks.
Oh! - Would you care to sit with us? Oh, thank you.
Diane Fredericks, Frank Mason.
Hello.
Hello, Mr.
Trask.
Ah, Mr.
Donovan.
You know Miss Fredericks, of course.
Yes, I know her.
Would you like to meet a competitor? Mr.
Donovan, this is Mr.
Mason.
Mr.
Mason.
- How do.
Mr.
Mason has the favorite-- King's Friend.
Mr.
Donovan's horse is Red Sand.
Oh, sure.
Good luck to you.
- Thank you.
See you later.
- Bye.
Know anything about his horse? Red Sand? Nothing.
Yeah Must be a dog.
Flag is up; there they go.
Mary's Maid is going to the front, Amigo is second on the outside, Matchmate is third, followed by King's Friend.
Around the clubhouse turn, it's Mary's Maid on the rail in front by a head, Amigo is second by one length, Wiley's Lady is third by one length.
Moving up on the outside, King's Friend is fourth by one length, followed by Red Sand.
Turning into the backstretch How much money you got on my horse, Trask? I'm just a spectator today.
by one length, Wiley's Lady is third by a length and one-half, King's Friend is fourth by one length, followed Amigo and Red Sand.
Down the backstretch, Mary's Maid in front by a half-length; Matchmate is second by a length and one-half.
King's Friend challenging for the lead.
King's Friend closing ground strongly in the third position by a length and one-half.
Wiley's Lady is second.
- There, that's good Around the far turn, King's Friend on the inside in front, and Angel's Anger is second, Montiko is third.
King's Friend in front by a half-length, Matchmate is second, Wiley's Lady is third.
It's King's Friend in front by a length and one-half, and here comes Wiley's Lady King's Friend and Wiley's Lady.
It's King's Friend in front by one length.
It's King's Friend and Matchmate.
As they come down the wire, King's Friend is the winner with Matchmate finishing second Yeah.
What's everybody so grim about? King's Friend won, didn't he? Sure.
- Sure, he won this time.
What do you mean? Well, I mean we clocked Red Sand at 57.
1 yesterday in a workout.
We think he's being held back to build the odds, so he can make a big killing later.
And you know what I think, Miss Fredericks? What? I think you need a new stopwatch.
Well, I still think she's the fastest thing on the track.
And I tell you I know every horse in the country-- its times, its odds and its running habits.
In its own class, the only one who can get anywhere near 57.
1 is mine.
Would you like to help me collect my money, Miss Fredericks? Oh, I'd love to! You get a look at Red Sand, hm? Enough to see they weren't really trying with her this afternoon.
I did some more checking on the girl.
And? She has $12 in her bank account.
Near as I can tell, that's her total assets.
She sure don't have enough bread to buy Donovan's horse.
That means she's fronting for somebody.
Go on, find out who.
Oh, Jeffers-- - Yeah? Where's Donovan staying? Motel near the track.
What are you doing here? Waiting for you.
Made yourself right at home, didn't you? You ought to try to hide your armament better.
You're as phony as a three-dollar bill, mister.
Who are you trying to con? I don't read Portuguese, Donovan, but I get the gist of what's on this newspaper that was printed two weeks ago in Rio de Janeiro.
You dig? I don't know what you're talking about.
But you know real well what's in your briefcase, don't you, huh? South American performance charts on a horse called Lucky Lady, right? Here's a story about the same horse, except this time, it was stolen.
And a guy named Ramirez, he was suspected but he got away.
Sure, he got away, clean out of the country.
No, this Lucky Lady's a bay, no markings.
And your Red Sand is identical, except for a nice neat laser job on the forehead.
How'd you happen to get her legally registered here? None of your business.
Stop playing games, Donovan! What do you want? I want Red Sand! She's not for sale.
You're not reading me.
All right, the Fredericks girl offered me $40,000.
She doesn't have a dime! I didn't get that impression.
She's fronting for somebody.
I don't care whose money it is.
You'll have to beat her offer.
I got too much invested.
I tell you that you don't have a choice! Trask, if I wind up dead, there'll be an investigation and Lucky Lady will be back in Rio where she belongs.
Now, what does that get you? All right, I'll give you 50,000.
Go on, call her.
Miss Fredericks? Yes? This is Donovan.
I've just been offered $50,000 for Red Sand.
I'll get back to you.
She'll get back to me.
Sit down.
Jim called.
Mason's at the usual place.
He just got there.
They, um, told me if I came in here often enough, I'd bump into you.
Diane Fredericks.
Mr.
Mason.
You alone? Well, that was the idea.
Would you care to join me? You see how smart you are.
The truth of the matter is, I, uh, I need your advice.
You see, I represent a group of investors and they want to buy a winner and I'm interested in Red Sand, as you know.
Maybe too interested.
What do you think? I'd say forget it.
I don't know anything about Red Sand.
Well, I guess we made a mistake when we timed the workout, huh? Believe it.
If that horse could run that fast, I'd know about it.
You know what I got? I got a very bad case of wishful thinking.
See, I'd get a commission from these people I represent and things have been just a little bit lean.
Ah, things couldn't be that bad.
The Rinaldo Stakes are running Saturday.
I'm laying 50,000 on King's Friend.
Let's just say, five of that is for you.
Wow you sure get a girl where she lives.
Is it a date? Believe it.
Dinner? I'd love it.
If you have a dime, I'll cancel my plans.
Thank you.
Hello? Donovan? I've been authorized to offer I'll get back to you.
Sorry, Trask, the lady offered me $60,000.
Now if you-- Yeah? Just a minute.
For you.
Hello.
Did Donovan just get a call from the little lady? Yeah, how'd you know? I overheard the conversation.
I also found out who she's fronting for.
Who? Mason.
All right, here's what you're going to do.
All right, pretty lady, the game's over.
You get on that phone and you call Donovan and you tell him that you and, uh, whoever you're fronting for well, you just tell him you ain't interested in Red Sand.
Please, I don't know-- Call him! Hello, Donovan? Yes? Well, yes, but you I see.
All right.
Red Sand is yours.
Here you are.
This is only 50,000.
I don't see that you have any other takers, do you, Donovan? Here's your bill of sale and the registration.
Conditions are Red Sand will carry my colors in the Rinaldo Stakes, and since I don't have time to break in a new trainer and jockey, I want Pressy and the other boy.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Thank you very much.
It's a pleasure to do business with you, Mr.
Donovan.
Deal's set, Barney.
We've got 100,000 laid off on Mason's books all around the country.
Good.
We collect four million.
If Red Sand wins.
We got a little unfinished business.
What are you talking about? Your boy made it perfectly clear.
Look, you can't play both sides of the street with me and get away with it.
I'm just a working girl.
Yeah, well, maybe you won't be working so good if somebody were to do something to that pretty face of yours.
Look, you're an old horse trader.
Everything's fair.
Yeah.
What's between you and Mason anyway? Business.
Strictly business.
I figured maybe that you dug me, just a little maybe, huh? Maybe I do.
A little.
How much does Mason know? Well, he doesn't know that you sent your goon over here to frighten me off.
Well, what did you tell him anyway? I told him that Donovan had changed his mind about selling.
That's good.
Yeah.
Now you go on and keep packing and get out of this town for good, hear? You'll keep your health that way.
Are you okay? I'm glad to know you were out there.
$10,000, King's Friend.
Chestnut King, Peas and Black Charmer.
Bingo still holds the lead Know him? As a matter of fact, I do.
Let's find out what his action is.
by a half length.
Fearless Champ is second by a neck.
Green Demon is third.
Chestnut King has now moved into fourth by a length.
It's Bingo holding his lead over Fearless Champ as they hit the far turn.
Chestnut King is now third Mr.
Mason.
I got a policy, Mr.
Donovan.
Someone lays ten g's on a horse in one of my parlors, I hear about it.
You just laid ten g's on King's Friend.
Something wrong with that? Yeah.
Kind of makes me wonder.
You own a horse named Red Sand, and you got Ed Trask convinced he's another Sea Biscuit.
I don't own Red Sand anymore.
And it's Fearless Champ Come on.
winning by a head.
Chestnut King is second.
Keys comes up for third.
Who does own Red Sand, Mr.
Donovan? Trask bought the horse yesterday for $50,000.
I checked her performance record, Donovan.
That's quite a price for an unproven filly.
Where'd you get her? Uh-uh.
My business.
Ed Trask is an associate of mine, Mr.
Donovan.
I don't like the idea of anybody conning him.
Where did you get the horse? Colorado.
Little stable up there.
How'd you convince Trask she could run? Well, I, um jimmied his stopwatch, and Pressy the jockey works for me.
Trask, the big horse trader.
He'll never learn.
It's almost funny.
You book my bet? Yeah.
Hello.
Wait.
I'll be right there.
Memory cell.
Somebody switched this one in.
Probably that guy I tangled with.
He wanted us to think he was after the dough.
What race does that control? Uh, seventh race, seventh horse, Paradise Park.
Seven? That's Red Sand.
The odds would have stayed at 40-to-one no matter how much money was bet on her.
If it wasn't for that malfunction, we would have never known it.
Hey, Trask said he was gonna bet a hundred grand on Red Sand.
Five by 20.
Of course that may have been just talk.
There is a hundred grand on her.
In fact, they tried to hide it.
From where? Dallas, Detroit, uh, New York.
Aah! He tried to stick me for a hundred grand at 40-to-one! Four million dollars.
That's quite a friend you got there, Mr.
Mason.
Yeah, my friend is going to wind up with a broken head! You go pick him up! Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Uh Why don't you beat Trask at his own game? Take his hundred grand? Sure? Why not.
King's Friend is still the best horse in the race.
I got ten grand on it.
You win, I win.
Everybody wins but Trask.
Step outside for a minute, Mr.
Donovan.
Sure.
What do you think? If he's right, Trask deserves to get nailed.
If he's wrong, we got protection.
If any horse but King's Friend comes near that finish line, you shoot him.
Then nobody's a winner.
Midnight Caller is third, and here comes Better's Pal.
In the stretch, it's Banned an Age and Sally's Friend It's Banned an Age in front.
Banned an Age is the winner by a half length.
Sally's Friend is second in front of Midnight Caller.
Final time, six furlongs: You handle her just like you did in the workouts, Nick.
All out, all the way, okay? Right.
Don't worry, Mr.
Trask.
You've got a winner.
You know something? I think you're right.
Go get 'em.
Mr.
Mason.
I see you bought yourself a horse.
That's right, and we're going to find out today who knows more about horses-- your form books or me.
Aren't you going to sit with me, Ed? Not today, thanks.
I've got my own box in the owner's section.
You take him, you hear? We'll get the job done.
Let's go.
I sure would like the pleasure of your company, Mr.
Donovan, just in case we have to talk about something later.
Pleasure's all mine, Mr.
Mason.
Ladies and gentlemen, the horses are on the track now for the 17th running of the $100,000 Rinaldo Stakes at a mile and one-sixteenth, feature attraction today at Paradise Park.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? Three weeks from today, the Paradise Park Handicap will be run.
An international field expected for the 16th running of the $125,000 Sit down, Mr.
Donovan.
Thanks.
a mile and one-half.
That's three weeks from today-- the Paradise Park Handicap.
$125,000 added.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please.
A new world-record payoff for an exacta today at Mexico City.
Win numbers three and eight combined for an exacta payoff of $34,000 for a two-dollar exacta ticket.
The flag is up.
And there they go.
On the inside, Zimboto is going to the front.
By a half-length, Montiko is third.
Breakaway is fourth.
And on the rail, King's Friend.
Around the clubhouse turn, Breakaway now in front by a length and one-half.
Zimboto, on the inside, is second by a head.
Matchmate, closing ground on the outside, is third by a half-length.
King's Friend is fourth by a half-length, followed by Montiko and Red Sand.
Down the backstretch now.
It's Breakaway in front by a half-length.
Matchmate, on the outside, is second, by a head.
On the inside, King's Friend is third.
Montiko is fourth.
Around the far turn, it's King's Friend on the rail, in front by a half-length.
And here comes Red Sand, closing ground strongly on the rail.
King's Friend on the outside in front.
Red Sand and King's Friend.
It's King's Friend and Red Sand.
It's King's Friend on the outside.
And Red Sand getting through on the rail.
It's Red Sand now getting the lead by a head.
King's Friend, on the outside, is second.
They're in the stretch now with King's Friend on the outside in front.
By a head, Red Sand is second.
It's a two-horse driving finish.
It's now Red Sand in front.
Red Sand and King's Friend.
Red Sand is pulling out in front.
Red Sand drawing away.
Red Sand now going on and winning it by one length.
And King's Friend finishing second in front of Breakaway.
You get out to the phone in the car.
Tell them to call every office in the country.
No payoff on Red Sand.
Here-- I'm going down to the winner's circle.
It's been a long time.
Put down the phone.
Yes.
Good.
We collected on all the bets.
Good.
In the winner's circle now is Red Sand and jockey Nick Pressy.
I was too late.
They all paid off.
What? Yeah, that Donovan guy held a gun on me till it was too late.
Oh, I get it.
I get it all.
I've been taken.
I just lost four million dollars of the Syndicate's money.
To Trask.
He ain't gonna get the payoff he thinks he's gonna get.
You pick him up.