Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (2011) Script

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

(GROANS)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(CLACKING)

(CLACKING)


(BUZZING) (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

(CLACKING CONTINUES)

(PRISONER SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Hey, how did you open your cell door?

Shh! Hey! (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

What are you doing?

Open Sector 2!

(BUZZING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

How did you get out?

Get back in your cell.

I told you, get back in your cell!

Let's give you a few friends to play with.

(BUZZING) (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

(SHOUTING ON MONITOR)

(SOFTLY) Sorry.

(WATER SLOSHING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Send some guards in.

I'm trying.

(TYPING) (BEEPS)

(BUZZING)

Okay, I'm set. How's things going down below?

How do you think? I'm in a sewer.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

The doors won't open! We're locked in!

Sound the alarm!

(ALARM WAILS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

We've lost control!

Captain!

(FRANTIC CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

I'm in position.

Move to phase 2.

(AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD? PLAYING OVER PA)

(BUZZING) (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)


(BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

BENJI: What are you doing? What are you doing?

What's wrong? What's happening, Benji?

Oh, God. He's not going to the extraction point.

Stay focused. He knows where he's going.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

No, I'm not. I won't. I will not open that door.

Please go to the extraction point, Ethan. I know.

I know what this means, but I can't. I'm not authorized...

Go to the extraction point, Ethan.

Go to the extraction point!

Oh, you're just going to wait.

We're going to wait. Great. I can wait.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Okay, fine. Fine! Fine!

(BUZZING) There.

We'll just screw the whole thing up on purpose.

(GUARD SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

Uh, Jane? We're going to have a slight delay.

(BUZZING)

BENJI: Why do you want to go in there?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Bogdan!

Bogdan!

Sergei?

Time to go!

Now?

Yes, now!

I don't know what he's doing, and for some reason, I'm helping him.

As long as he's where he should be when the song ends.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING) (WHISTLE BLASTS)

Uh, we have a passenger.

(GROANING)


(BUZZING)

Sergei!

Open all of them!

(BUZZING)

(URGING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Oh God!

Oh God oh God oh God...

Sergei, please tell me there's more to this plan!

(SONG ENDS) (BEEPING)

(PULSATING LOW-PITCHED TONE)

(RUMBLING)

(MACHINE POWERING DOWN)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(WHOOSHING)

Whoa!

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Let's go...

Agent Hunt?

And you are?

Agent Carter.

Okay.

JANE: Who's your pal?

I'll tell you on the way!

Light the fuse.

(MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE THEME PLAYING)


(SIRENS WAILING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Sergei, what's going on?

It's OK, Bogdan.

I don't mean to bring up the elephant in the room, but what's with the big, hairy Russian?

Who, Bogdan? He fed me intel. If I left him there, they would've killed him.

So we're gonna give him his freedom.

Did you call in the sweepers?

On their way.

Good, good.

Uh, Benji, how is it you're here?

Oh, I passed the field exam.

Crazy, right?

Yeah. Crazy.

DNA test. It's me.

JANE: It's procedure. I'm just confirming it's you.

ETHAN: - You're very thorough. Sergei?

Are you not Russian? (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Relax.

Sweepers approaching! Brooms are out!

ETHAN: - Roger that. Sergei.

Are you not Sergei?

(GROANING)

You'll be fine.

Bogdan.

I always take care of my friends.

My friend.

Messy bringing him along.

I thought it went rather well.

Mind telling me what you were doing in a Russian prison?

Mind telling me why you broke me out?

This wasn't a rescue mission?

Uh, let me put it this way.

If the Secretary wanted me out of there, it must be pretty bad out here.

We were after a file.

We lost it.

"We"? Who lost it? You?

Agent Hanaway.

Where's Hanaway?

JANE: It was a letter drop.

Classified file.

It should have been a simple intercept.

We knew which train the courier was on.

Uh, ETA, two minutes on the courier.

But there was one thing we didn't know.

Bobcat, your train's six minutes out.

Who the courier was.

(GROANS)

(BONES CRUNCH)

(STABBING)

It's now or never, Bobcat.

The courier delivering the file, what's his name?

MAN OVER RADIO: Go ahead. Shoot.

We are out of time.

I need a name, folks. I can't track all these people at once.

(MAN GROANING ON RADIO)

MAN: Marek. Stefanski. For the love of God!

(PANTS) You got it?

BENJI: Marek Stefanski.

Searching.

(BEEPING)

I'll take it from here.

Ow! Ow!

Hey, you all right, buddy?

JANE: Hanaway dropped the mark and grabbed his bag.

Sit down. Catch your breath.

JANE: He had the file in his hands. Easy in, easy out.

File secured.

JANE: But we weren't the only ones after it.

Bobcat, someone else has crashed this party.

(SIGHS)

I'm not alone.

JANE ON RADIO: Local police?

HANAWAY: No. Armed hostiles.

(GROANS)

Hang tight, I'm coming! Outrigger, back him up.

HANAWAY: Negative, Outrigger.

Rendezvous southwest corner, 60 seconds.

JANE: Hanaway's lens cam drew a facial match and triggered a warning.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

But it was too late.

No!

You're going to be okay.

You're so beautiful.

(GRUNTS)

I'm sorry, I... I should have told you.

(WHISPERING)

JANE: It was my op.

I put him in the field.

And she left him just alive enough for me to see him die.

I'm sorry.

You know her?

That's Sabine Moreau. Contract killer.

Works for diamonds.

What was in the file?

Russian nuclear launch codes.

IMF's been looking for an emerging extremist, code name, Cobalt.

He's determined to detonate a nuclear weapon however he can.

We know Moreau's worked for him before.

What else does IMF know about him?

As much as you do now.

But if Moreau has nuclear launch codes, you can bet Cobalt's gone from a person of interest to enemy number one.

We're here.


(ELECTRONIC TONE)

FEMALE VOICE: Agent confirmed.

Why was he in prison?

He disappeared after he and his wife... You know.

I thought he'd just been transferred. Put on leave.

There were rumors, though. Talk of an unsanctioned hit.

MALE VOICE: Welcome back, Mr. Hunt.

In your absence, IMF has learned that Cobalt is or was a level-1 nuclear strategist for Russian intelligence.

Therefore, the only way to uncover his actual identity is to infiltrate the Kremlin itself.

In order to get past their checkpoints, you'll be impersonating General Anatoly Fedorov.

We believe Cobalt will do everything he can to destroy any record of his identity.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to penetrate the highly-secured archive inside the Kremlin and retrieve Cobalt's file before he can destroy it.

New intel suggests Cobalt is already en route, leaving you...

ELECTRONIC VOICE: ...4 hours 52 minutes...

MALE VOICE: ...to infiltrate.

To save time, we've chosen your team for you.

Agents Carter and Dunn.

As always, should you or any member of your team be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.

This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan.

(HISSING)

JANE: What do you got?

We're going into the Kremlin.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought you said "The Kremlin."

I thought you said "The Kremlin."

Okay.


(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISPERING) This is very exciting.

Being out in the field.

With you, you know.

It's a bit of a dream for me.

Love your disguise, by the way You look just like him.

It's a shame we're not wearing masks. You know, like, full masks.

Everybody gets to wear a mask but Benji.

Sorry.

I'm tense. I babble when I'm nervous.

I'm doing it again. Shut up, Benji.

(LENS WHIRRING)

Okay, seven security guards.

X-ray machines. Cameras. Metal detectors.

Just what we expected. We can do this.

(WHIRRING)

Releasing in three, two, one.

(CLATTERING)

(PULSATING TONE)

BENJI: (SOFTLY) Game face, game face. Kremlin game face.

Uh... (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

General...

I am Major Egorov.

Your documents.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

You should know your boss.

(BEEPING)

(PULSATING TONE)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(ALL SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

I can't find you.

Run it again...

...Private.

Egorov.

(BEEPS)

Excuse me, General. I didn't recognize you.

You're going to regret this, Egorov.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERING) I think that went quite well.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Just shut it.

Sorry.


(BEEPING)


(PHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GUARD SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SOFTLY) It's going to work.

I'm sorry, by the way. About you and Julia.

You know, not working out.

I wanted to say something before you went away, but...

I liked her, you know.

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

He's off the phone now.

(CLICKING) (DRIPPING SOUND ECHOES)

(DRIP)


(DRIP)


(DRIP)


It's empty.

The nest is empty.

(CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

(GROANS)

(HEAVY BREATHING OVER RADIO)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS) (NECK SNAPPING)

Check in, Team Leader.

ON RADIO: Over.

Repeat. Check in, Team Leader.

Have you made it to the Archive Room?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Captain! The Archive Room!

Run!

(GASPS)

(WHISPERING) Someone is piggybacking our frequency.

(SHUSHING)

MAN ON RADIO: Team Leader, awaiting your go-sign. Standing by to detonate.

Abort.

Rendezvous nine-two.

(GUARD SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPING)

(RAPID BEEPING)

(ANXIOUS CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(GUARD SHOUTS ORDERS IN RUSSIAN)


(PANTING)

(ORDERING IN RUSSIAN)

Shut the gate!

Quickly!


(RUMBLING)

(PEOPLE GASPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(YELPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(VOICES ECHO FAINTLY)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

(VOICES GETTING LOUDER)

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN ON TV)


Our media is no more truthful than yours, American.

But we both know that the real cause of the explosion was you.

MAN ON RECORDING: Awaiting your go-sign, Team Leader.

Standing by to detonate.

The worst part for you, "Team Leader," is I am the man assigned to make you suffer for it.

For what you did to my country.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

This is a hospital...

Not a night club.

Misha... help me here...

Room twelve.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

The doctors say he's lucky to be alive.

Only a mild concussion.

I don't give a damn about his health.

I have questions that need answering.

Be careful!

Prepare a transport.

Check over there!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)


Not a good idea.

It seemed like one a minute ago.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GROANS)

(DRIVER SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

All agents! Hot target heading west!

(SIRENS WAILING)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Consolidated Insurance.

How may I help you?

SAT 20. Agent 82-Delta-Echo requesting immediate evac.

Rendezvous Alpha 113.

Confirmed. Alpha 113.

(CLANGING)

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN ON TV)

(EXPLOSION)

WOMAN ON TV: Details surrounding the intricate system of gas lines that run beneath the square are still forthcoming, but the majority of those lines date back to the Soviet era and have not been updated in at least...

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Anna... Anna... I've been thinking...

It looks like we...

(BOY SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

We should leave town for a couple of days.

Alex, you, me. Vacations.

Now? Tonight.

(BOY SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Why are you speaking in English?

Just...

Just the three of us.

WOMAN ON TV: ...may not have been an accident, but a targeted attack.

Preliminary numbers are just starting...

Where will we go?

...to come in regarding those wounded in the blast.

We can confirm that 11 tourists...

Leonid?

...their nationalities still unconfirmed, have been transported to area hospitals for treatment.

MAN ON TV: While Russian officials continue to blame a gas-main break, experts are citing the shape of the blast area and the size of the debris field as more consistent with that of a set explosive, leading to speculation that this may have been an undeclared act of aggression.

Although the Defense Ministry is maintaining that this is strictly an accident...

Anna, pack a bag for Alex.

We're leaving now.

Anya!

Anya!

(WEEPING)

We have work to do.

(SIRENS WAILING)


Mr. Secretary.

I wasn't aware you were in Russia.

I'm not. Not since a bomb blew up the Kremlin.

Yesterday I flew in to accept the Order of Friendship from the Russian Prime Minister.

Now I'm headed back to Washington to hand the President my resignation.

My Chief Analyst, William Brandt.

Do you have a pen?

Pardon me? A pen.

Yeah.

Ethan, what happened in the Kremlin?

Chief Analyst, you say?

If you're implying that I made a bad call...

European male.

Fifties. About six-foot, 180 pounds. Blue eyes.

Who is he?

A crude drawing, but by your description, that could be Kurt Hendricks.

190 IQ. Served in Swedish Special Forces.

Professor of physics, Stockholm University.

Specialist in nuclear endgame theory.

Asked to resign...

Well, because he's crazy.

Cobalt.

You have to alert the Kremlin that one of their strategists has a nuclear launch device and one of his operatives has the codes to activate it.

And what makes you say that?

I saw him leaving the executive armory, bag in hand.

He set off that explosion to cover his tracks.

It could be weeks before the Russians know it's missing.

Unless we tell them.

IMF SECRETARY: They won't listen to us.

As far as the Russians are concerned, we just bombed the Kremlin.

The tension between the United States and Russia hasn't been this high since the Cuban Missile Crisis.

And the blame, right or wrong, points to IMF.

The President has initiated Ghost Protocol.

The entire IMF has been disavowed.

So what happens now?

Now, I've been ordered to take you back to Washington, where the DOD will label you as a rogue extremist and hang the Kremlin bombing on you and your team.

Unless, you were to escape somewhere between here and the airport, having assaulted Mr. Brandt and me.

Sir?

You would then illegally scrounge whatever material you could from a backup supply cache that I've overlooked.

The same cache where your team are waiting for further orders.

Sir, you may want to...

You will then disappear, and this conversation never having taken place, your intentions would be unclear.

But if any one of your team is caught or killed, they will be branded terrorists, out to incite global nuclear war.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it.

(SIGHS) Ethan, you were my best man.

And I'm sorry it's come to this, after all the sacrifices you made.

If we don't meet again, I just want you to know, I've always considered you a friend.

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNFIRE) Stay down! Drive, drive, drive!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

You okay?

(GRUNTS) Yeah.

Take a deep breath. Stay with me.

Ready? Yeah.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPING)

What do we do?

Wait here.

Where else am I going to go?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(BOTH GASP)

(ORDERING IN RUSSIAN)

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Weapons down!

What are you firing at?

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Two prisoners escaped from Rankow Prison today.

And this one?...

What do we know about him?

Why would that work?

Why would what work?

The flare on the body, why would that work?

It did work.

Yeah, I know, but... Hey!

But why? I mean, how did you know that would draw their fire?

I didn't. I played a hunch.

Okay. All right, so what was your scenario?

Right, you... There's a guy being shot at in the water.

All of a sudden, decides to light up a flare and swim around?

I mean, what did you assume they'd be thinking?

Thinking? Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) I didn't assume they were thinking.

I assumed they were shooting at anything that moved.

I just gave them a target. Look, these... (CHUCKLES)

These guys aren't Rhodes Scholars, you know?

It's really happening, isn't it?

Yeah. (TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Okay, you know what that sound is?

That's our ride out of here!

All right, it's a green car. Number 47.

I see green!

Okay, let's do it.

Go, go, go. Go!

All right, 47.

I don't see it.

47.

Oh, shit!

Whoa! Ho!

This is it. The manifest.

FEMALE VOICE: Enter your code.

Pole!

Ah! (PANTS)

(BEEPING)

(PANTS) Jeez...

FEMALE VOICE: Press enter.

(WHIRRING)

Retinal scanner!

Huh?

FEMALE VOICE: Retinal scan required.

Watch out!

FEMALE VOICE: Retinal scan required.

Agent confirmed.

(BOTH PANTING)

Ethan? Jeez, I thought you were dead!

We are. Who's this?

Agents Dunn and Carter. William Brandt, Chief Analyst.

Analyst?

FEMALE VOICE: Agent confirmed.

(MAN SPEAKING IN SWEDISH OVER HEADPHONES)

FEMALE VOICE: (TRANSLATING) How will the world finally end?

It is my job to predict the unthinkable.

To treat the death of billions as a game.

After 20 years of this, I was numb.

Until a new question crossed my mind.

What happens after the end of the world?

Are you sure your line is secure?

FEMALE VOICE: Every two or three million years...

Are you certain your line is secure?

...some natural catastrophe devastates all life on Earth.

But life goes on.

And what little remains is made stronger.

Put simply, world destruction is an unpleasant, but necessary part of evolution.

(WHOOSHING)

What happens then, I wondered, when mankind faces the next end of the world?

I don't care what you have to do to get him to Dubai.

I'll make it worth his while. Just do it.

FEMALE VOICE: I looked to Hiroshima, Nagasaki...

I'll be waiting for your call.

...thriving cities rebuilt from the ashes, monuments to the unimaginable, dedicated to the concept of peace.

It occurred to me here that nuclear war might have a place in the natural order.

But only if it could be controlled.

Only if it touched every living soul equally.

IMF now believes this man, Kurt Hendricks, is the nuclear extremist, code name Cobalt.

Today he was seen leaving the Kremlin, with what is likely a nuclear launch device.

Two days ago, Sabine Moreau killed one of our agents in Budapest and relieved him of Russian nuclear launch codes.

Intel indicates she will check into the Burj Hotel in Dubai in 36 hours.

Marius Wistrom is a known operative of Cobalt.

Wistrom is currently en route to Dubai.

For the launch device to work, Cobalt needs the activation codes.

He's sending Wistrom to buy them from Moreau.

The Secretary is dead.

The President has invoked Ghost Protocol.

We're shut down.

No satellite, safe house, support, or extraction.

The four of us and the contents of this car are all that remain of the IMF.

And as of this moment, any action is unsanctioned. So if you want out, speak now.

Our mission is Hendricks.

We're all that stands between him and his goal.

Nothing can be left to chance.

Everyone connected with this man is considered an asset with valuable information about our target.

No one can know we're still on line.

We lose Hendricks now, we lose him forever.

So, what's the play?

Wistrom will take delivery from Moreau in 36 hours.

Now we cannot let the launch codes leave the hotel, but we need Wistrom to lead us to Hendricks.

He'll only do that if he has the codes.

JANE: Or if he thinks he has them.

Our objective is to intercept the sale, replace the authentic codes with counterfeits and follow Wistrom to Hendricks.

Well, that's simple enough.

We snatch the codes, we gin up some fakes.

Jane, you double Moreau, and sell the codes to Wistrom and Bob's your uncle.

And how do you propose we just snatch the codes from Moreau?

We take her out.

Yeah, we take her out. But, you know, discreetly.

Discreetly?

Yeah.

Right, she's an asset. Right. I get it. Sorry. Nothing left to chance.

He said... I'm spitballing. It's not all gonna be gold.

We don't touch Wistrom. BENJI: - All right.

Or Moreau.

She'll answer for Hanaway, but it has to be when I say.

After we hit Hendricks.

ETHAN: Only pack what we need.

Yeah, absolutely. Only pack what we... You never know.


(HORN HONKING)

BRANDT: So even if we can double Wistrom and Moreau, how do we keep them in separate rooms while having them think that they're in the same room?

ETHAN: We give the hotel a facelift.

Wistrom will think he's arriving at Moreau's suite, but, really, he'll be walking into our decoy room.

Where I'll double Moreau.

Downstairs, Benji will double Wistrom.

Masks!

And meet with the real Moreau.

And, uh... (CHUCKLES)

What am I doing?

You? You're the helper!

(CHUCKLES) Helper. That's great.

Okay, so to the extent I understand what you're talking about here...

The Burj Khalifa, it's the tallest building in the world, and you want to alter its infrastructure with the hopes of convincing two people that they've had a meeting, which actually really never happened.

Right?

Uh... (TIRES SCREECH)

Oh!

(JANE GROANS)

(LAUGHTER)

Camels.


ETHAN ON RADIO: ETA on dry cleaning.

On my way up.

Okay, 34 minutes to door knock.

WOW, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, this is a slight wrinkle, but nothing to worry about.

We're just going to have to go into the server room from the outside.

What?

Well, the firewalls on this building's server are military grade.

I mean, this would be a cinch if I could call Youssef back at headquarters, but Youssef doesn't exist any more, and neither do we.

I could hack it, but it would take too long.

Then hardwire in.

And there's four layers of next-gen security between us and the server room.

There's no way we can get to it from inside.

If we can't get to the server, we don't control the elevators, we don't control the security cameras.

This operation is over before it even begins.

I'm telling you, we can get to it from outside.

"We"?

I'm... I'm on the computer.

I'm just, uh...

The helper.

What floor is it on?

Oh, 130.

130?

Vent ducts. Pressure sensitive.

Not enough time.

Elevator shaft. Infrared sensors.

Not enough time.

How am I supposed to do this?

(ELECTRICAL WHINE)

BENJI: God damn it!

Oh, that's high.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

Okay, now remember, it's a rolling off motion that disengages the bond.

When the meter is blue, that's full adhesion.

Easy way to remember, blue is glue.

And when it's red? Dead.

Here's your cutter, okay? And your server interface.

Both going back here. One, two.

Okay, Ethan, the hotel server is eleven stories up and seven units over.

Okay? Comm check.

Yeah. Copy.

So...

It's 26 minutes to door knock.

Yeah.

(WIND WHISTLES)

(WIND HOWLS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

(GASPS)

BRANDT ON RADIO: 25 minutes to door knock.

(GRUNTING)

What the hell is that?

(WIND HOWLS)

ETHAN ON RADIO: Yeah, what the hell is that?

BENJI: It's a sandstorm.

It's a long way off, Ethan.

Shouldn't be a problem.

24 minutes to door knock.

Where's Ethan?

You've got to be kidding me.

(GLOVE CRACKLING)

(BEEPS) (SQUEAKING)

(GROANS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

(BEEPING) (SQUEAKING)


BRANDT ON RADIO: 23 minutes to door knock.

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(CRACKLES)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

ETHAN: I'm at server level.

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

(GROANING)

22 minutes to door knock.

(PANTING)

The countdown is not helping.

I'm just saying.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(CRACKLING)

ETHAN: I'm in.

That's great, Ethan. You're halfway home.

(WHIRRING)

ETHAN: Located server.

(BEEPING)

Please tell me we're online.

All right, we're live.

Okay, I now have control of the elevators and the security cameras.

Time to redecorate.

Okay, you drive. And look out for Wistrom and Moreau.

(WHIRRING)

BRANDT: Moreau is at the elevators ahead of schedule.

Go.

We can't open this door, can we?

BRANDT: The door? No.

Ethan, you gotta get down here now.

Ethan!

Is there a problem? Ethan?

We're not gonna make it.

We have to make it.

Where's Ethan?

(GRUNTS)

Your line's not long enough!

No shit!

(GROANS)

(ALL GASP)

(PANTING)

(ALL PANTING)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

That was not easy, but I did it.

(PANTING) What'd I miss?

(WIND HOWLING)

JANE: The lens might be a little uncomfortable.

It captures images and transmits them to the printer in the briefcase.

(GROANS)

All right? Mmm.

I can't see out of one eye, but I'm fine.

Blink twice to activate the shutter.

Notice the numbers are in order?

A perfect copy.

But the numbers are scrambled.

Masks?

60 seconds. You sure I shouldn't wear a mask?

You know, 'cause I'm not exactly Omar Sharif.

I'll play it French. This is your tracking device.

This is what you're tracking. The paper clip?

No, it's the paper.

It's in the briefcase. It's coated with isotopes which give off a unique...

It just means that you can track the documents even if they switch briefcases.

Range?

Not that good. It's, like, half a mile.

Safest thing to do would be not let Wistrom out of your sight.

Is that Wistrom?

Who's that with him?

I don't know. We don't have an uplink, so there's no facial recognition.

Who's that with him?

That's Leonid Lisenker. Polish-born cryptographer.

He redesigned Russia's nuclear security after the Cold War.

He's here to authenticate the launch codes.

Yes, he is. We are blown. No, we're not blown.

Well, we will be as soon as he sees the counterfeit launch codes.

We're not blown.

BENJI: He's in the elevator.

ETHAN: Delay them.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

Benji, how long would it take you to reprogram the case?

A couple of seconds. What for, though?

To make an exact copy of the launch codes.

What? You can't do that.

Wistrom's on 22! Slow him down.

I'll do what I can.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

Wait, wait. Ethan, hang on now!

Hang on. Just a second.

You're talking about handing over active nuclear launch codes to Wistrom?

Yes. Reprogram the case.

Listen... Stop!

Just listen to what you're saying.

You're fixating. You're not thinking clearly.

It's not gonna happen. I won't let it!

33 and climbing!

Brandt, use your head now.

The mission is not the codes, the mission is Hendricks.

Then just let it play out. Give him bad codes. Neutralize him.

You know that won't do it.

Failure to a terrorist is just a rehearsal for success.

41!

We lose Hendricks today, he shows up somewhere else tomorrow.

He finds another way.

With no IMF to stop him.

No. It's now or never. Now, Brandt, give me the case.

Nothing can be left to chance. You said that.

You're the analyst.

Now, tell me there's not another way for Hendricks to get those codes.

BENJI: 50!

You tell me that this is his only avenue, right here, right now, today.

You tell me that, I'll walk away.

(HISSING)

(BEEPING)

(MOTOR STOPS) (SIGHS)

We go without. Without masks?

Jane needs to go. Ethan!

We have no choice.

Ethan, you'd be walking in on Moreau unarmed.

Face-first. Literally.

How do we know they've met?

How do we know they haven't? Doesn't matter!

Damn it.

We have no choice.


(SPRAY HISSES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Goggles.

What if they have met?

JANE: (IN FRENCH ACCENT) Come in.


(IN FRENCH ACCENT) Which one of you is Wistrom?

Which one of you is Wistrom?

I am.

I admire your work.

Sit.

Where are my codes?

Where are my diamonds?

Close by.

You have my payment?

When I see the codes.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Not to worry. Come in!

I thought we could have tea.

Mademoiselle. Messieurs.

No diamonds, no codes.

No codes, no diamonds.

(SIGHS)

Kill this one.

ETHAN: We didn't come alone.

That hallway out there is a kill-box.

You know who we work for.

We come back with the codes, or we don't come back.

How good is your backup?

The best.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

MOREAU ON RADIO: I've killed the best.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT) Do you care for some sugar?

ETHAN ON RADIO: Enough. Let's get this done.

You want payment, I want guarantees.

When he's authenticated the codes, I'll make the call and you get your diamonds.

That or we all go home in buckets.

Nobody leaves this hotel alive.

Get the papers.

JANE: Is there a problem?

It's locked.

JANE: Ah, forgive me. There must be a key.

One moment, huh?

(CLEARS THROAT) Messieurs.


(CAMERA CLICKING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(EXCLAIMS) My mistake. It is a combination, not a key.

You tell me the numbers.

They're good.

Zero.

Zero.

Zero.

(VIBRATES)

Come on, come on, come on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(RATTLING)


It was a pleasure doing business with...

Wistrom has the launch codes. He's on the move.

Hey, I did as you asked. I did. Now let my family go!

Release Leonid's family.

(SIGHS) Thank God.

You can thank him in person.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(DIAMONDS RATTLE)

MOREAU: It was a pleasure doing business with you.

(MOREAU ORDERING IN FRENCH)

Kill him!

Moreau's on the move!

I've got her.

Jane?

She's an asset!

I need her alive!

ETHAN: Acknowledge!

Acknowledge!

(GUNSHOT)

Uh, Ethan, Wistrom is in the elevator. I can't see Leonid, though.

(GROANS)

Benji, slow him down. Get me an elevator.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

(BONES CRUNCH) (GROANING)

Find Leonid.

Benji, I've got a lock on Wistrom. But I can't tell.

Is he still in the elevator?

(LINE DISTORTING)

Benn?

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

(ELEVATOR CHIMES)

Ethan. Over?

Benji.

(LINE DISTORTING) Benji, I lost...

Ethan, can you hear me?

Ethan, can you hear me? Over.

(DOOR BANGS OPEN)

Jesus!

Sit down!

Watch her. Why me?

Because if I do, I'll kill her.


(GUN CLICKS)

Hold it, Team Leader.

Did you really think I wouldn't catch up with you?

You and I are not enemies. It was a set-up...

We'll find out your lies soon enough.

Move it!

I'm sorry about this.

(GASPS) (PEOPLE SCREAMING)


Leonid. Benji?

Go for Benji.

I've got Leonid by the elevators. He's been shot.

What?

(THUDDING)

(RIPPING)

Hey, hey. Stay with me. Stay with me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, (FIRING)

BRANDT: Jane! No!

(SCREAMS)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(TIRES SCREECH) (HORNS HONKING)

(SAND HISSING)

(WIND SURGES)

(MEN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(WOMEN EXCLAIM FEARFULLY)

(WOMEN COUGHING)

(DOG BARKING)

(WIND HOWLS)

(WHOOSH ES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BEEPING)

(STEADY BEEPING)

(BEEPING ACCELERATES RAPIDLY)

(ETHAN GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(EXCLAIMS)

(BEEPING)

(MAN SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

(GRUNTS) (BEEPING)

(MUFFLED) Come on. Come on.

(MEN YELL IN ARABIC)

(MEN SHOUT IN ARABIC) (TIRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(BEEPING)

(TIRES SCREECH)


(HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GROANS)


(BEEPING ACCELERATES RAPIDLY)

(GROANS)

(CRASHING)

(GRUNTING)


(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)


(PANTING)

Now, what happened with Moreau, Jane?

She couldn't help us with Hendricks.

So let's throw her off the building!

I didn't throw her.

Let's throw her off the building!

She was not the mission, Jane!

The mission was to track the file back to Hendricks, who is in the wind with nuclear launch codes!

JANE: Maybe you didn't notice the gun she had pointed at me.

BRANDT: Yeah, like you didn't notice the open window, or that we're about a mile up in the air!

JANE: It was an instinctive move.

BRANDT: It doesn't matter!

We're talking about a nuclear war.

The asset is more important than you.

JANE: Where do you get off telling me how well I executed?

We inherited you. (PHONE VIBRATES)

You're just a bureaucrat!

Better have good news for me. Is he here?

JANE: You think I need you to tell me what the mission is?

Yeah, I got it. Dunhill lighter. I'll be there.

And no one will be following me.

Just make sure no one's following you.

And how the hell did the Russians find us?

What are you asking me for? Because you're communications!

You're in charge of covering our tracks.

BRANDT: You cannot afford to make mistakes like that now, Benji.

You're not a technician any more. You're a field agent.

And you're just an "analyst."

Right?

Right?

Who are you really, Brandt?

What are you asking? What am I asking?

Let me see if I can put it another way.

How does an agent with skills like that end up an analyst?

(MAGAZINE CLATTERS)

Well, we all have our secrets.

Don't we, Ethan?

You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I have friends in the region. Just sit tight.

I'll send someone to get you out of here.

JANE: What about Hendricks? What's the plan?

The plan was for us to stop him together.

BENJI: Well, what are you going to do?

Change the plan.

JANE: Wait. That's it?

What are you going to do, go after him alone?

Would you care to explain yourself, Agent Brandt?

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER IN ARABIC)


I was on a protection detail in Croatia.

Shadowing the assets, husband and wife.

They were never supposed to know we were there.

Whole thing's routine, it was a milk run.

Three days in we caught wind that a Serbian hit squad was after our couple.

But my team had it under control.

We knew they were coming.

But I couldn't shake this feeling that I should warn the couple somehow.

I wanted to find a way to let them know.

But, you know, orders are orders, so I didn't.

(SIGHS)

One day, the husband decides to leave the hotel and go for a run, so I follow him, and I leave two men with the wife.

When I get back, my guys are unconscious and the wife is gone.

Local police found her body three days later.

What was left of her, anyway.

That was my last day in the field.

I couldn't face another life-or-death situation after that.

So what happened to the husband?

I never saw him again.

Until two days ago in Moscow, when the Secretary introduced me to Ethan Hunt.

No, that's not what happened. She left him.

BRANDT: Yeah, I heard that one, too, Benji.

But, unfortunately, I was there.

Just like I was there when the Secretary got the phone call that Ethan was in custody for killing six Serbian nationals in cold blood.

An unsanctioned hit.

Yeah.

Disavowed.

(SIGHS)

The next thing I know, I'm on a plane to Dubai, wondering the whole time, do I tell him?

How do I tell him?

That I'm responsible.

I could have warned him.

I should have warned him.

But I didn't.

And she died.

Sergei! Sergei, my friend!

I told you I would get him here. Didn't I say?

How do I know it's him?

Yes, it's him. You trust me, I trust you. Right?

This is the guy!

This is the guy, the one I told you about.

So we can take these things off.

(RATTLES HANDCUFFS)

Sorry. He's a great guy, but he doesn't know you like I do.

MAN: So, you work for the American government.

ETHAN: And you're an arms dealer.

BOGDAN: No, no, no. Sergei. Sergei.

He's "independent defense coordinator." Right?

That you are. Very classy job.

Listen. He's a friend.

Those diamonds are for Bogdan.

No, no. It's okay. You can have them.

Whatever arrangements you made with my cousin is between you and him.

You want something from me, you pay.

You misunderstand. I'm not buying. I'm selling.

You're selling. (CHUCKLES)

Selling what?

The future.

Yeah, I got all I need, thank you.

ETHAN: Our countries are on the brink of war.

War is very good for business.

Nuclear war?

Go on.

I'm looking for a man named Kurt Hendricks.

You may know him as Cobalt.

In either case, I think you know what he wants.

I'll bet he even tried to buy it from you at some point.

Go on.

He has a case, he has codes.

But they're worthless without a tactical satellite.

I want to know where he'd get it.

A man with information like that would be a potential terrorist.

And to your government, a potential terrorist is a terrorist.

If you help me, my friends become your friends.

Sorry.

I cannot help you.

I certainly cannot tell you that Russia quietly sold an obsolete tactical satellite to a certain telecom in Mumbai.

And whoever gave them that idea?

(CHUCKLES) An enterprising third party.

Working on commission.

Helping old friends. Making new ones.

Can the satellite be shut down?

That would take special skills, and you cannot do it alone.


What's in the bags?

It's our gear.

How'd you get it?

Made a friend.

Well, I'm glad we could help.

You could help now.

Look, Ethan, before we...

ETHAN: Whatever happened, happened.

We still have a chance to clean this up, but we have to do it now.

And we have to do it together.

Okay. So, where are we going?

India.

India? India? Sure.

Okay. Great.

Love the jet.

Wait till you see the car.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Sidorov.

How have you been, old friend?

Oh, it's you.

I've been busy with other things.

But I'll be after you again soon enough.

(CHUCKLES)

I understand you're looking for an American...

I am.

You're also looking for a nuclear launch device stolen from the Kremlin two days ago.

You're also looking for a nuclear launch device stolen from the Kremlin two days ago.

I am?

I can help you find both.

If... we can come to an understanding.

JANE: Brij Nath.

ETHAN: Brij Nath. Playboy. Multimedia tycoon.

On the surface, his entire network is state-of-the-art.

But it's built on illegally acquired.

Cold War cast-offs, including this, the Novosti satellite.

Hendricks needs it to launch a nuclear strike, and we have to shut it down before he gets that chance.

And to do that, we need to get the access code from him.

One way or another.

And if I don't, none of this works.

You can do this.

Yeah.

A week ago, I would have believed you.

I don't blame you for what happened.

She took someone you cared about. That's not something you just let go.

Did it make you feel better?

When you killed the men who killed your wife?

We can't get them back.

Okay, to shut down the satellite, we have to manually tap into the central server.

You'll enter through the exhaust vent, wearing this under your suit.

(ELECTRICAL HUM)

Drop down into the computer array, and I'll catch you, Then move you along the relay room and you jack into the panel.

(HUM STOPS) (SUIT CLATTERS)

Okay, so we enter the party separately as guests.

Ethan quarterbacks while Jane...

Gets the codes from the billionaire.

I switch off the fan, you jump into the computer array, and I catch you, you plug in the transmitter then Ethan feeds me the codes which I then use to pinpoint Hendricks' location.

Okay, but you just breezed over something I think is really important.

The computer array part, where I just...

Jump?

And I catch you. Yeah.

I don't... Why is that so hard to grasp?

Well...

Why? It's a 25-foot drop. And we're using magnets.

Yeah.

In light of our recent efforts, the technology's...

The science is sound. All right?

I'd be more worried about the heat.

And then there's that. What heat?

Well, it's like any computer, isn't it?

If you switch off the fan, it's gonna get really hot!

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

Relatively, you know.

Of course it will. So I'm jumping into a...

Uh, an oven, essentially.

Yeah. Essentially.

But, um, I'll catch you.

Great.


Aapka swagat hai, sir. Welcome, sir.


(LIVELY CHATTER)


Comm check.

Saturn's got your five-by-five, Jupiter.

This is Pluto.

I have arrived at the party.

(LAUGHTER)

There he is.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Get us that code.

Venus moving in on target.

Hook's in.

You do make an impression.

(WHIRRING)

Why am I Pluto?

It's not even a planet any more.

Well, I think Uranus is available.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) It's funny 'cause you said "anus."

(GRUNTS)

I'm in position.

Sending in the Rover.

He's moving to you.

Give him your back.

Don't want to make it too easy for him.

Are you gonna be talking the whole time?

In 20 minutes, I want a glass of Cuvée Louis in every guest's hand.

And make sure all of them have a bottle to take home by the end of the night.

Sure.

Impressed yet?

I'm more of a bourbon girl.

I'm Brij Nath.

Welcome to my humble home.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(LOUD WHIRRING)

BENJI ON RADIO: And Rover's in position.

Spinning down the turbine.

(MOTOR WINDS DOWN)

(SIGHS)

ETHAN: He's e-mailing.

Venus. Be Venus.

Be Venus.

Husband?

Boyfriend?

More of a co-worker.

Saturn, take the leap.

(BREATH ES DEEPLY)

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

(EXHALES) Jumping.

Jumping now. (GRUNTS)

Jump now?

Yes. Commit. Jump.

BRANDT: - Jump. Jump.

And I catch you. Now.

So, you're sure about this suit, right, Benji?

Pretty sure.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Now you're pretty sure?

Jump.

(EXHALES) Oh, God. All right.

Jump, (GROANS)

Jump!

(SCREAMS)

(CRUNCHING) Ow!

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

JANE ON RADIO: Jupiter, he's gone.

Did you jump?

Should I not have jumped?

Cause I jumped!

Stand by.

I'm playing a hunch.

Don't hit me.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

My God, you are a passionate creature.

I would like to show you my collection of art.

I was waiting for you to ask.

Then you have to find me.

You're on.

ETHAN: I'm heading upstairs.

BENJI ON RADIO: All right, now be careful, because it's probably getting a bit hot. (EXHALES)

We have to get to that satellite before Hendricks does.

BRIJ ON PHONE: Look left. Look up.

I find your capricious passion intriguing.

Let me tell you one thing. He's not your type.

Completely not your type. He's completely cold. I'm hot.

Like all Indian men, I'm very hot.

Eight o'clock.

BRIJ: Hot! Very hot.

He's at your eight o'clock.

BRIJ: As you move towards me, you're getting hotter.

Whoa. Ow! Ah! Up, up! Up, up!

Ah! Too much, too much, too much!

I see you.

I'd heard you have one of the finest private collections in the world.

Well, at the very least, it's private.

(EXHALES)

Saturn? How we doing in the relay room?

In position.

I see the satellite.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

I don't think so.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(PANTS)

Need those codes, guys.

All originals from Chhatarpur District.

You know, the Tantrics believe that the Swadhisthana chakra hides our most subconscious of desires.

(GROANS)

Mmm.


Uplink to satellite. Reboot to original military specs.

Download the virus.

(LOUD WHIRRING)

What the hell is that?

What the hell is that?

What the hell is what?

It's going haywire!

It's downloaded a virus from the satellite.

Hendricks is killing the server before we can kill the satellite.

Hendricks is reprogramming the satellite.

He's gonna have launch capability in five minutes!

Something wrong? No.

Jane, you gotta move. We need that code.

Finally we're alone.

(HUMMING)

Venus, now's the time. Kick his ass and get the code.

We are alone, aren't we?

No one will interrupt us.

Move and I break your neck.

The override sequence for the relay station.

Say it now or never speak again.

(GROANS) The codes.

BRIJ ON RADIO: 46, 82, 93.

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Benji, what happened?

The system's crashed! We're too late.

ETHAN: No, no, no. He's revealed himself.

Benji, can you pinpoint Hendricks' location?

Uh, Hendricks is signaling out of a state-run.

TV station 6.7 miles from here.

Send me the coordinates.

Good work, Brandt. Now get the hell out of there.

Back me up!

Jane, tie it off with Nath and meet me at the rally point.

(GROANS) (SPEAKING HINDI)

Sleep tight.

Faster, Benji! Just straight through!

(GROANS)

Wait! Stop!

BRANDT: Take me through!

BENJI: It's not responding! A little bit of patience would be appreciated!

I can't reach the top!

More fan! More fan!

More fan!

There's nothing I can do! It's maxed out!

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

BENJI: Brandt?

Brandt?

Next time, I get to seduce the rich guy.

Satellite weaponized and online.

Upload the new authentication codes.

Lock Russian Central Command out of the system.

Isolate the sub.

We'll fire just one missile, an apparent retaliation for the Kremlin.

That should start the ball rolling.

BENJI: I'm here, Ethan.

How long until Hendricks can launch a missile?

Less than 30 seconds!

We need another route.

Turn left up ahead, take the alley on the right.

(TIRES SCREECH) (ENGINE REVS)

We have uplink.

Ethan, Hendricks has started the launch sequence.

How much time until missiles are flying?

Three minutes!

(GASPS) (MEN SHOUT)

We're three and a half minutes out.

We can make it.

We can make it.

(RADIO CHATTER) (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Captain...

Connect to Central Command for launch verification.

Right away.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Proceed with Operation "Iron Fist".

Command to Launch is confirmed.

Cease all further communication.

Over and out.

JANE: Next left.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Proceed.

(SIGHS)

Ethan? We're too late.

The missile's in the air.

(ENGINE REVVING)

There has to be a way to abort the warhead.

If there is one, it'll be on the launch device.

We're gonna get that case.

(EXHALES)

May there be peace on Earth.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Disable the relay.

Get Wistrom! Inside, inside!


(GROANS)

(RUSTLING)

Wistrom destroyed the relay.

Ethan went after Hendricks and the case, but...

Doesn't matter if he has the case. We can't transmit the abort codes.

Can you fix it?

Uh, yeah... It's gonna be pointless if we don't have any power.

Wistrom!

(JANE GROANS)

Jane! I'm okay.

No, you are not okay. She's hit.

You stay here and cover Benji.

Benji, get this thing rewired and back online. I'll get the power on.

We can do this.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(HORNS HONKING)


(BOTH PANTING)

(CLANGING) (GROANS)

Ow!


Ow!

(GROANS)


(PANTS)

(GROANS)


I'm taking that briefcase!

No! No!

(PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GROANS)

BENJI: He's been gone too long.

Damn it! Listen.

When the power comes on, these two drives go into this bay, okay?

(GROANS)


Mission accomplished!

(STRAINING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)


(MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

Don't touch him!

This one is mine.

So, we are not enemies.

The phone call from that arms dealer in Dubai.

You wanted me to find you.

How else to believe this?

Hospital?

WOMAN ON TV: And in other news, eight weeks later, the debate continues.

Eyewitnesses remain adamant that the object was some sort of aircraft, but officials with the Department of Defense insist it was simply a meteor large enough to be visible during daylight.

You actually said that.

Out loud.

"Mission accomplished."

I said it.

You're still corny, Ethan.

I can't imagine the look on that guy's face.

Hey. This must be them.

Luther Stickell, the firm of Carter, Dunn and Brandt.

I blew an entire weekend on the bottom of the San Francisco Bay no thanks to you clowns.

No, man, you know I got this.

I know. I'll see you in Kandahar.

Thanks for meeting me.

So, I hear the insurance company's refusing to pay the claim on that car you crashed, Ethan.

Something about intentional 100-meter vertical drops not being covered.

Go figure.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

How's the leg?

Still working.

You?

Heaf ing.

I'm fine, by the way.

I mean, I'm not actually sleeping, per se.

You know. Cold sweats. Middle of the night.

All these people are just happy and smiling and they are completely oblivious to the fact that they were almost vaporized.

And if it hadn't been for...

Dumb luck?

ETHAN: Was it?

I mean, look, we were unprepared, in the dark.

Disavowed.

And the only thing that functioned properly on that mission was this team.

I don't know how we ended up together, but I'm glad we did.

Your missions.

Choose to accept them.

Hey, look, I'm in.

Seriously. It's not as if any mission is gonna be rougher than the last one, is it?

(GIGGLES) I mean, that's just...

Bomb... Is it?

(ALL LAUGH)

Thanks, Ethan.

Thank you.

Agent Hunt.

Agent Carter.

Brandt.

I'm not picking up that phone, Ethan, because I don't think you want me in the field.

I know your wife is dead.

I was there in Croatia.

I was there for one reason.

One.

And I failed.

It was my job to protect her.

How do you know she's dead?

There was a body.

Did you see it?

You killed those Serbians.

I had to get her back.

You were sent to Rankow Prison.

That was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

IMF suspected Hendricks had people in Rankow.

And six dead Serbians was the ideal cover.

Waste not, want not.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

The Secretary never told me.

I accepted the Rankow Prison mission on one condition:

That no one could know she was still alive.

But you're telling me.

(CHUCKLES)

When did you find out that I was in Croatia?

I pulled your file after India.

Right.

So you had to fake your wife's death.

As long as we were together, she could never be safe.

It wasn't your job to protect her, Brandt.

It's mine.

Okay.

So we're good.

We're good.

(COINS CLATTERING)


MAN: Come on! (TSKS)

MAN ON HEADPHONES: Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

36 hours ago, there was a breach in our military's communication network.

Now, an emerging terror organization known as The Syndicate has control of our entire drone fleet. Their targets: Unknown.

Your mission,