Gitano
Mission: Impossible
The King of
Sardia is twelve years old and utterly devoted to the Regent, who plans to kill
him. The King’s uncle is Duke of neighboring Montego, utterly devoted to
the King, who distrusts him, and betrayed by his own security chief, who works
for the Regent.
The IMF avert an
assassination attempt, harbor the King among Spanish gypsies (Paris and Zorka),
and disguise him as a girl, like Achilles.
Barney introduces
a large pane of bulletproof glass between the Regent and the King when the
latter comes running to his rescuer, who fires a pistol at him.
Death Squad
Mission: Impossible
Barney is
arrested for murder at a place called Ciudad Cuidamo.
Paris comes home in evening clothes (black tie and cape), answers Phelps’
phone call, which he relays to Willy. “Barney’s in trouble, pack a
bag.”
The gears of the
operation mesh with the reality. Barney is a jewel thief, Phelps is his
partner. The trap is baited by Willy as an Interpol inspector, and Paris as a
transferred police sergeant revealed to be in cahoots with the thieves. The
chief of police has plans for a strongarm political party, delays the execution
for a few hours to get the Dudley emeralds. This is enough time for Phelps and
Willy to alter the double gallows.
It’s the
chief’s way out of Cellblock 10, where incorrigibles go to be
extinguished, seventy so far. There’s a veteran bookmaker and Barney,
whose mistress was jealously attacked by a man with a knife who fell on it when
Barney dodged a thrust this side of a window looking on the street below. This
was the chief’s brother.
A storage locker
and an acid bath are in the basement under the gallows’ trapdoor. The
rope snaps, the two are spirited away, Barney delivers his mistress, a painter,
to her art dealer in New York, “personally”.
Flight
Mission: Impossible
An assassination
plot against a Caribbean president is led by his own Chief of Internal
Security. The assassin is not known, except for his code name,
“Plato”, the event is a speech to the U.S. Congress pledging
“mutual assistance and cooperation”.
The chief boards
a commercial flight full of ringers who drug and replace him, he’s
whisked away to a dummy flight that crashes on the island of San Felipe, where
a deep cover agent in his employ (and whom he has never seen) serves as an
inmate of the penal colony. Escaped prisoners capture the chief, the agent
among them, who has learned the plot is known to the president, the assassin
must be told.
The chief carries
the information himself, out of the prisoners’ cave on the beach, up the
cliffs to the capital, where his assistant and co-conspirator drives up in an
official car, searching for him. The two men look at each other.
The Rebel
Mission: Impossible
Phelps and Dana
are at Kefero to collect the notes of a certain Dr. Khora on bacteriological
warfare, now in the hands of his son, a rebel fighter. The meeting at a ruined
monastery is interrupted by a raid, Phelps is wounded but escapes, Dana and two
rebels are captured.
The captured girl
has memorized the notebook, there is no other text. There is a statue of Saint
Stefan at the ruins, broken off at the ankles.
Barney and Doug
parachute in with parts to reassemble the statue. Phelps and Alex Khora hide within
its base as it’s transported into town. Paris is a Ministry of
Information official with a plan to mollify the populace.
Flowers are
brought to the statue while Phelps and Khora make their way through a drain to
the prison, free Dana and the girl (the third captive is a government agent),
and return inside the statue to the grounds of the monastery.
A meditation on
John Sturges’ The Satan Bug, at an abstract remove or two.
The Hostage
Mission: Impossible
An American
hotelier is kidnapped after arranging a deal south of the border. A
rebel’s son is held captive by the government, an exchange is sought.
A military
prosecutor arranges a firing squad with blanks. The son’s girlfriend goes
to plead with the father. An American envoy handles negotiations.
Barney slips into
the rebel camp undercover. The envoy is Doug, the girlfriend Dana, the
prosecutor Phelps, and the hotelier is Paris.
A sharp script by
Harold Livingston and fine direction by Crane articulate the complex position,
exemplified by the subtle casting of Joe De Santis as the rebel leader,
gradually brought to the fore like Caiaphas to mock at his son’s
execution in time of “war”.
Paris has been
undercover as Walter A. Phelan making front page news, which leads to this
unplanned masterpiece.
Nerves
Mission: Impossible
The arrangement
of the story has a “fugitive syndicate enforcer” steal a canister
of nerve gas to force the release of his imprisoned brother. Casey is sprung
from prison to tag along with the man’s girlfriend to his hideout. The brother,
who has died in stir, even makes an appearance. Nevertheless, the plan is to
sell the gas to a bomber of banks, schools and churches.
The similarity of
all this to The Satan Bug is heightened by the grandeur of the finale,
which is filmed by Crane atop the Griffith Observatory. The IM Force try to
shoot the man down, but instead of returning fire he aims at the cast ornaments
around the building, one of which hides the canister he has placed there.
Before he can hit it, a shot sends him plummeting into an open observatory
dome, filmed from below with a striking Hitchcockian effect.
The Connection
Mission: Impossible
The isle of Malot
in the Canaries or Madeiras has the same latitude as coastal Georgia, where a heroin
lab is set up to receive the new wholesaler for the Eastern seaboard, thus
severing the link between a Turkish supplier and the New York dealer.
The little island
is Malot for the nonce, a broken connection elicits a phone call from the
supplier and a personal visit from the dealer, who are arrested by local
authorities in both places.
The wholesaler
kills his predecessor to initiate this arrangement, and offers a substantial
discount in exchange for operating capital.
“Operation
Rogosh” is the model for the mission, which is observed from outside by
an interloper, as before, the dealer’s gunsel protecting the investment.
Double Dead
Mission: Impossible
Arthur
Kennedy’s speech in Kazan’s A Streetcar Named Desire, the
one about a trip to the South Seas, might have been the inspiration for it.
A partnership
(Blake-Shanks, Inc., Financial Advisors) in Hawaii runs the loan sharking trade
with a view to mob interest. Mr. Bolt is the mainland connection.
Willy grabs the
cash and is caught. The vault is opened with a hand scanner, he has been
supplied with a latex molding of Shanks’ entire hand, now, says Barney,
“we have to go the other way.” Shanks is drugged, lifted by crane
to the upstairs office and carried to the vault, his hand flopped down on the
scanner.
The partnership
is divided by ruse and multiplied by confusion until, when Mr. Bolt arrives,
the only answer is to consult Willy, tortured all this time on truth serum of a
particularly nasty type. Thus he is found, and Mr. Bolt has nothing but a pair
of mystified loan sharks with not a cent between them.
Ultimatum
Mission: Impossible
A wealthy man,
who is a nuclear physicist as well, places a 15-megaton bomb under Los Angeles
City Hall, timed to go off within a day of the President receiving his demands
by mail. Certain congressmen and senators and cabinet secretaries are to
resign, certain aspects of foreign policy are to be changed. The location of
the bomb isn’t known, not even the city, it could be anywhere in the
United States. The IM Force establishes a West Coast assortment of cities (Los
Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, etc.) from the
scientist’s recent movements.
The Hob Nob Gas
Station and Cafe is the scene of a rendezvous out of The Petrified Forest.
From his home, very like the one rented by a Soviet bombmaker in Eddie
Davis’s Panic in the City, the scientist drives to meet the
President at the Western White House. Radio news tells of a failed payroll
robbery in which two guards were murdered. The radiator hose bursts, Willy
sends him to the cafe for coffee and works on the engine. Phelps and Mimi
arrive as the “Bonnie and Clyde” bandits.
There is no
meeting, the news is piped in, another report tells of a hurried conference
with the FBI Director and other officials. Convinced he’s been answered,
the scientist now must call his accomplice. She is known and under
surveillance, but not the third tier of the operation. One of these operatives
spies out the cafe, reports to the accomplice, who senses a trap. She assassinates
another subordinate who is to disarm the bomb.
Phelps and Mimi
have a confederate with a helicopter (Barney), who flies them and the scientist
into Los Angeles on the promise of a fortune. They land on the helipad at City
Hall and race downstairs. Duane Tatro’s score in this sequence (there are
minutes to go) is an arrangement of chords resembling the harmonies of
Stravinsky’s Requiem Canticles. Five seconds remain on the
detonator when it is removed.
Incarnate
Mission: Impossible
Two sons of a crime
family are governed by their mother, who organizes the theft of a million in
gold bullion, kills one son for turning State’s evidence and takes the
other to an island in the Caribbean, where he kills Willy in a dispute about
Casey.
But “the
dead shall live, the living die,” and where the gold is hid is known to
the spirits of the voodoo world. As a matter of fact, the lady boss becomes so
discombobulated that she hires crooked Phelps to fly her back to the U.S. and
shows him the gold, which is instantly recovered.
A fine, steely
part for Kim Hunter, with Robert Hogan and Alex Rocco.
Woe to Wo Fat
Hawaii Five-O
Wo Fat was always a rather crude operative. The great
sweep of his master plans lay across a pile of murders and extortions and
tactical power plays that were strategic foibles in the grand scheme of things.
Cagey determination really defined his limits, though his ambition was
unbounded.
Here, at last,
you see him in his element, master of an island with a small army,
unconstrained by foreign limitations.
Three physicists
(one of whom is Pat Crowley) met at Princeton eight years previously to discuss
an anti-missile weapon based on a “sophisticated laser system.” The
top man in the field after Einstein, Dr. Raintree, led the discussion. Now Wo Fat
has brought the three to his private laboratories, thanks to a remarkable gas
that subdues the will but leaves the mind fully conscious.
McGarrett is once
again apprised of the situation by the State Department and Naval Intelligence.
He disguises himself as Raintree, is captured and brought to the island.
Wo Fat no longer
browbeats or tortures. In an Oriental gown, he supremely calm reigns at table,
searching the professors’ minds for the slightest hint of a velleity or a
thought refractory to his purposes, which is then met with a frown and a
psychological reinforcement in the form of a word or phrase. They’re
working for peace, are they not? You haven’t any doubts, have you? Mind
you, the professors are perfectly aware the device can turn cities to cinders,
but they cheerfully follow Wo Fat and his charming accent tinged with just a
trace of New York.
McGarrett is
equipped with a replica of Raintree’s gold pocket watch (a gift from
Einstein, engraved in appreciation) fitted with a radio beacon, only the
antenna must be raised in order to send a signal to the fleet. Crane films
McGarrett’s attempt by night in silence, there is a radio room and tower
on the island, the signal would be observed (he sabotages the power supply
briefly). Khigh Dhiegh’s performance attains unparalleled ferocity when
Wo Fat discovers the transmitter and the impersonation. McGarrett is sentenced
to death at dawn, with a night to ponder “the sins of your sometimes brilliant
but PATHETICALLY misguided career!”
Another coup by
Crane has him take the camera out into the jungle as McGarrett escapes the
wrath of Fat. Ultimately, the two fight to the death or to arrest and
conviction. Wo Fat assumes a dragonish martial arts posture, McGarrett puts his
dukes up.
“Aloha,”
says McGarrett as the cell door slides shut on Wo Fat, who is wearing a striped
prison uniform and cap and a number. From the sole of his shoe, Fat draws a
long, thin file. He brings it to his fingernails for a moment, listening, then
advances for the door and is caught in a freeze-frame smiling with contemptuous
cleverness. From such a height to such an abyss, and still the same Wo Fat.
Jack Lord’s
makeup as Raintree has not even a hint at subtlety, any more than Orson
Welles’ as Arkadin. This is the greatest coup that Crane comes up with
(compare McGarrett’s more lifelike disguise).