Season 6, Episode 2
Original Airdate: September
25, 1971
Writer: Harold Livingston
Director: Paul Krasny
Executive Producer: Bruce
Geller
Cast: Peter Graves, Lynda Day
George, William Shatner
I had never seen an episode
of “Mission: Impossible” before this one. So I have no idea if “Encore” is a
good representation of the rest of the series, but I really hope it is.
Everything about it is legitimately insane, and yet the story is told with such
style and conviction that, in its own weird way, it’s pretty close to perfect.
We begin with IMF (a
super-secret government branch where all the agents have really awesome hair)
team leader Jim Phelps (Peter Graves) getting his assignment of the week: to
ascertain a confession and evidence against a
murderer/mobster/all-around-evil-guy Thomas Kroll (Captain James T. Kirk…er…William
Shatner). Kroll is in his 60s and just exploded a hospital where a little ‘ole
lady was about to snitch on him, so we know he’s bad to the bone.
So IMF decides to (wait for
it) make Kroll believe he has traveled back in time to save some humpback whales to 1937, the date he first met the woman he would ultimately kill in
that hospital.
Yes, you read that right.
Okay, let’s break this down
for a minute, shall we? They drug Kroll with a hot towel and kidnap him and
give him a makeover. How can they make a 60-something guy with a limp appear to
be in his 30s again, you ask? Well, they cover his face with wax and other
magical elements and shoot his bad leg with a drug that will take away his
limp. Phelps has rented out a film backlot and meticulously recreated at least
two blocks from Kroll’s old neighborhood, right down to the buttermilk in his
icebox. Oh, and I should mention that all of this appears to have been done in
about 24 hours.
Like I said, this is nuts.
And it would be completely laughable if it wasn’t done with complete conviction
from everyone involved. Also, the viewer has to take a huge leap of faith, but
as far as I’m concerned, I don’t want to watch a show called “Mission:
Impossible” without muttering “that’s impossible!” to myself at least twice in
a given episode. And even though the premise is…uh…farfetched, writer Ron
Livingston creates some really smart complications among the impossible leaps.
For example, the magic face wax and leg drug will only work for six hours.
And Kroll doesn’t act stupidly for a man in his situation. He scrubs his face
thoroughly to ensure there’s no makeup to make him look younger. He rushes to a
window when he hears a plane overhead (It’s a 1930s plane Phelps had fly over
to help with the cover. These guys think of everything). More than that,
above and beyond the time-travel trick, what we are witness to is a very
elaborate mind game – almost a game of chess between a mostly unseen Phelps
(who only interacts with Kroll once) and Kroll’s better instincts.
Yes, there are a thousand
different ways this story is implausible and also a thousand ways that Kroll
could make the team. I don’t care, because while the episode is playing, it’s
all too much fun. Livingston actually takes more time that one would expect at
turning Kroll into a legitimate character. Of course any 60-something guy
magically back in the body of a 30-something-year-old would immediately want to
chase some tail, and that’s what Kroll does, taking the “woman” he will
eventually kill to a movie and making none-too-subtle remarks about wanting to
get with her. That’s just creepy on so many levels.
“Encore’s” director, Paul
Krasny, keeps things seeming much bigger than they really are. For most of the
episode we are in cramped, period sets that Krasny and his director of
photography look rich and lush. It really feels like a movie more than an
episode of television, never moreso than at the climax:
Kroll has just inadvertently
given up the evidence, and suddenly everyone around him seems to evaporate.
Everyone has been pulled out, you see. One would also expect cops would be
storming in, but go with it. Kroll wanders out into the period street, so
bustling with life just moments prior, and it is now empty and abandoned. Kroll
begins running, searching, and as he does so we see the ink put in his hair to
shade it run down his cheeks. His wax begins to loosen. His limp returns. But
he keeps running…until he runs all the way off the set and onto another one on
the backlot: an street from classic shoot-‘em-up Westerns. It’s a wonderful,
metaphorical image to end our story. Indeed, we don’t see Phelps apprehending
our villain or even anything close to that. Instead, we see Kroll’s second in
command, a man in his 60’s like Kroll, approach him – a reminder of who he
really is and a mirror image Kroll does not want to look at. That is more of a
defeat for him than being hauled off in handcuffs. And also, from the writing
to direction, beautifully realized.
Back when I wrote about “Battlestar: Galactica” I noted how awesome it was that they share a sneak preview of what’s
to come in the episode, and here I was just as excited to see the same in the
opening credits. The show’s iconic theme music plays as we are shown tiny
snapshots of exciting moments in the episode to come. Yes, setting Lalo
Schifrin’s music against anything, even “Heaven’s Gate,” would make what we are
seeing the most exciting action film ever made, and I think that’s the point.
It jazzes up the viewer and ensures that he or she will be back and ready for
more just as soon as the commercial break is over.
I’m surprised it’s taken me
this long to watch the original “Mission: Impossible” television show. I’m a
huge admirer of the film series, and now have set my DVR to tape the show’s
nightly airing. From glancing at several articles, it appears that “Encore’s”
craziness is the exception in the series, not the rule. But even if the show
remains (relatively) grounded throughout the rest of its run, that won’t mean I
love it any less. I can’t help but love the smoke-and-mirrors game it plays
with its viewers and villains every week…and that theme song will never get
old.