All language subtitles for Mission Impossible 1996 English

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

It was good...

...that you called us.

I don't know what happened.

We were at the bar...

...drinking...

...having fun...

I don't even know...

...how I got here.

(IN ENGLISH) Come on, come
on. She's been under too long.

(IN RUSSIAN) You're the
only one who can help me.

(GROANING)

Come on... come on,

Tell me what I need to know.

Come on.

They'll kill me.

You asked for my help.

Come on.

(SIGHING)

(IN ENGLISH) Come on.

(IN RUSSIAN) The contact in Minsk...

(IN ENGLISH) The name,
pal. Give us the name.

Dimitri...

...Miediev.

What now?

Now we drink.

Za druziye.

(CHOKING)

(SPEAKING ENGLISH)

Get rid of that scum.

MAN: Hold her still.

Come on.

(SIGHS)

(MOANING)

(SIGHING)

Did we get it?

We got it.

Would you like to watch
a movie, Mr. Rosen?

No, thank you.

Would you like to watch
a movie, Mr. Phelps?

No, I prefer the theater.

Would you consider the
cinema of the Ukraine?

Perhaps you'll choose one for me.

Thank you.

KITTRIDGE: (OVER HEADPHONES)
Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

The man you're looking
at is Alexander Golitsyn...

an attaché at our embassy in Prague.

He is also a traitor.

He has stolen one
half of a CIA NOC list...

a record of all our deep-cover
agents working in Eastern Europe.

For security reasons, the
NOC list is divided in two.

The portion that Golitsyn
already has contains code names

but this half is useless without its mate

which matches the code
names with their true names.

It is this half which Golitsyn
plans to steal from the embassy

during a reception tomorrow night.

Your mission, Jim, should
you choose to accept it

is to obtain photographic
proof of the theft,

shadow Golitsyn to his buyer,
and apprehend them both.

I've already dispatched a team,
selected from your usual group.

Sarah Davies is already undercover.

Jack Harmon can hack
into any security system.

Hannah Williams will handle surveillance.

Your wife, Claire, will cover transport,

and Ethan Hunt will be
your point man, as usual.

He is now in Kiev and
will rendezvous in Prague

at a safe house of your choosing.

As always, should you or
any member of your IM Force

be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
all knowledge of your actions.

This tape will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

(BELL TOLLING)

A very straightforward objective.

We photograph Golitsyn
stealing the NOC list,

follow him to his buyer,

apprehend both of them.

Now here's the plot.

Ethan, you're going into the
embassy in character, during a party,

hide in plain sight,
highest possible profile.

- You game?
- Wouldn't have it any other way.

Sarah, you're at the party already

as the embassy's
Washington visitor liaison.

Make contact with Ethan.
You'll run the game together.

I haven't a thing to wear.

Well, I'm sure you'll work it out.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You'll mark Golitsyn,
hand him off to Hannah.

Hannah, you'll have him
for the duration of the interior.

- Find yourself a perch and stay on him.
- No problem.

- Jack?
- Yeah?

Fingerprint security, there's access
through the elevator shaft here.

So I guess I'm not wearing my tux.

Open, close, get out.

Zero residual presence.

- Claire...
- Mmm-hmm.

You're cover outside in the vehicle.

Hannah will join you as
Golitsyn goes exterior,

- you two stay on him from there.
- Okay.

Anything goes wrong, I call abort.

Everybody walk away immediately.

Regroup here at 4:00 a.m. That's 0400.

Any questions?

Yeah.

Can we get a cappuccino machine in here?

'Cause I don't know what you call this.

JACK: I call it cruel and unusual.

CLAIRE: I made that coffee.
ETHAN: (LAUGHING) Exactly.

Is it possible it's even worse
than that sludge you made

- in that barn in Kiev?
- Thank you.

Take it easy on my
wife's coffee, will you?

- Oh, we missed you in Kiev, Jim.
- Missed you too, Ethan.

Were you off on one of your
cushy recruiting assignments again?

Where'd they put you
up this time? The Plaza?

Drake Hotel, Chicago.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

What a shame.

- 24-hour room service.
- Chauffeured cars.

Fat expense account.

- Now he's getting soft in his old age.
- Yeah, he is. Look at him.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- Okay, listen.

If that list gets out into the open

the names of our agents in
every country in Eastern Europe

will be up for grabs
to the highest bidders.

Third world terrorists,
arms dealers, drug lords,

any and everybody who'd love to
get rid of long-term coverts like us.

If they're exposed, they'll be executed.

So I'll run the whole show
from the crow's nest here.

Everyone knows their roles.
Let's punch out the details.

There's a camera built
right into the bridge.

Whatever you see, it sees,
and then it transmits it back here.

See?

Can you hear me?

- Of course, I can hear you.
- No, in your...

- You need an earpiece.
- Oh.

You have lovely eyes.

- Can you hear me now?
- Loud and clear.

JIM: If he has a car
waiting and he rolls,

you stay with him no matter what.

You should take the afternoon,

drive the streets
around this little quarter.

- They're confusing as hell.
- CLAIRE: Mmm.

What do you think I've
been doing all morning?

- We're using Waltzer?
- He's our guy.

(WALTZER CHATTERING ON MONITOR)

Isn't he chairing the
armed services hearing?

Not this week. This
week, he's fly-fishing

at the Oughterard
Slough in County Kildare

- with one of our best Irish guides.
- Yep.

And he won't be back anytime soon.

WALTZER: ...irrelevant at
best or unconstitutional at worst.

With all due respect, Senator,

it sounds as if you want
to lead the kind of charge

that Senator Frank
Church led in the 1970s

and in the process destroy

the intelligence
capability of this country.

No, John.

I want to know who these people are

and how they're spending
our taxpayers' money.

We were living in a democracy
the last time I checked.

Stick of gum, right?

- No?
- No.

Red light, green light.

You come up against a lock you
can't pick, you mash them together...

(IMITATING EXPLOSION)

Hasta lasagne, don't get any on ya.

You'll have about five seconds.

Just don't chew it.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Ethan, Jack's inside.

Let's go.

How do you do, Senator?

I'm Rand Housman, the ambassador's aide.

- WALTZER: Hello, Mr. Housman.
- How was the opera?

- Uh, it was boring.
- (LAUGHS)

Let me see if I can steer
you through this reception line.

- MR. REID: How do you do, Senator?
- His wife, Mrs. Reid.

Windows open by 2300.

- Petr Brandi, the mayor of Prague.
- How do you do, sir?

And Mrs. Brandi.

(EXCLAIMING)

I bet you don't remember me, do you?

WALTZER: Why, of course I
do. How are you, Miss Norman?

He's in pocket, on the stairway.

Mr. Golitsyn, nice to see you.

Hannah...

pull the shade.

Sarah, mark the package and go to tunnel.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Your advance team mentioned
that you'd like a tour of the facilities

so I've gone ahead and
set one up. Excuse me.

This way. Thank you.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHING)

Oh, great.

SARAH: ...which leads to the denied area

which is the only limited-access
area in the whole facility.

(GRUNTS)

(PROCESSING)

(BEEPING)

Governor's in position now.

- Excuse me. Can I help you?
- I'm sorry.

As you can see, there's a Marine
guard and video surveillance

and this place is like...
Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I know it's in here somewhere.

Now, Sergeant, why are you
not in your uniform this evening?

We've been ordered to wear
civilian clothes this evening, sir.

Be right back.

Tell me, Senator, do you not have
someone on your staff named Jack?

WALTZER: Jack? Well, I
think we did have a Jack.

An unreliable fellow, as
I recall, constantly late,

behind in his work.

We were forced to tie him
behind one of my best stallions

and drag him around

my barn for a few days.

Relax your crap,
Foghorn. I'm working on it.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Sorry, sir.

- Thank you.
- Have a nice evening.

Thank you.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Ah.

That date with Sarah is definitely off.

Higher.

He's heading to the denied area.

JIM: Get moving, Ethan.

He's rolling to you.

(ELEVATOR CLUNKING)

Jack.

Jack, we're in position here.

- Jack.
- I didn't touch it.

What about my coat? I'm going to freeze.

Jack, open the doors.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

He's in the box, Ethan. He's in the box.

ETHAN: Okay.

We're taking Golitsyn's exit.

- Open these doors.
- I don't have it.

I'm opening the doors. Go under.

Go.

- He's got it.
- All right.

- Saved your ass again, Jack.
- Give me a break, pops.

Such a nice ass.

And a lonely ass.

- Transport in five minutes.
- Yes, indeed.

Jack, we're in position. Open
the doors and let the package roll.

Roger that. Opening doors now.

Stairway, you're wrapped.

Go to transport.

(ELEVATOR ENGAGING)

Hey.

- Jack, what are you doing?
- I'm not doing anything.

(TYPING)

I don't have control, Jack.

- Then I got a problem.
- Cut the power.

- Cut the power, Jack.
- Come on, Jack.

- Cut the power.
- Jack?

Jack?

(SCREAMS)

ETHAN: Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack, do you copy?

- Jack?
- Man down, Ethan.

Man down.

JIM: Ethan, stay where you are.

I'm coming to you.

(SINGING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(MAN COUGHING)

The package is out in the open.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Jim,

he's in the open.

En route.

(MAN SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Jim, he's in the open.

Jim, the package is in the open.

- I've got a shadow.
- Can you lose him?

No. Abort.

Ethan, he's out of pocket.

I can't do that.

We're being ambushed,
Ethan. Abort. That's an order.

Negative. Golitsyn is on the move.

No, damn it! No! I said abort!

(GRUNTS)

Sarah, eye on the package.
Jim, I'm coming to you.

Jim gave an abort. We should walk away.

No. We are going to recover
that disk. You understand me?

Now, go.

(WOMAN SINGING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(MAN SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Where are you?

About 200 yards from the bridge.

They're covering this frequency.

Cut all radio communication.

Repeat. Cut all radio communication.

(GUN FIRES)

JIM: Ethan!

Ethan...

Sarah, abort.

Repeat, abort.

Abort!

Do you read me?

Sarah? God!

(WHISPERING) Claire. Oh, my God.

My God.

(GASPS)

(SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(GROANING)

(MUMBLES)

Oh, no. Sarah.

(SIREN WAILING)

(OFFICER SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(LINE RINGING)

My God.

MALE OPERATOR: Satcom seven.

- Central Europe, unsecured.
- Designator?

- Bravo-echo-one-one.
- Switching.

- KITTRIDGE: This is Kittridge.
- Go secure.

Okay, go ahead.

This is Ethan Hunt. They're dead.

What? Who's dead?

- My team. My team is dead!
- Jesus.

Golitsyn's gone.

They knew we were coming, man.

They knew we were
coming, and the disk is gone.

Are you intact?

The disk is gone, did you... Do
you read me? The list is in the open!

Listen, I read you.

Let's just bring you in safely and
then we'll worry about that, okay?

Were you followed?

(PANTING)

- I don't think so. I don't think so.
- Don't think. Be sure.

- Are you clean?
- Yes.

Okay. Location green,
one hour. I'll be there myself

- You're in Prague?
- One hour.

KITTRIDGE: I am...

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I know how much Jim, in
particular, meant to you, Ethan,

personally as well as professionally.

Yeah.

Here's a passport, visa. Usual drill.

We'll work the exfiltration through
Canada, debrief you at Langley.

Throw the Prague police a bone or two.

You know, toss them a few suspects.

You follow me?

Yeah, I follow.

I think we've lost enough
agents for one night.

You mean, I've lost
enough agents for one night.

You seem hell-bent on
blaming yourself, Ethan.

(SIGHS) Who else is left?

Yeah. I see your point.

Why was there another team?

What?

Of IMF agents at the embassy tonight.

I don't quite follow you.

Well, see if you can
follow me around the room.

The drunk Russians on the
embankment at seven and 8 o'clock,

the couple waltzing around me
at the embassy at nine and 11.

The waiter standing behind
Hannah at the top of the stairs.

Bow tie, 12 o' clock.

The other IMF team.

You're worried about me. Why?

Well, for a little over two years,

we've been spotting serious
blowback in IMF operations.

We have a penetration.

The other day, we decoded
a message on the internet

from a Czech we know as Max.

- The arms dealer.
- That's right.

Max, it seems, has two unique gifts,

a capacity for anonymity and
for corrupting susceptible agents.

This time, he'd gotten
to someone on the inside.

He'd gotten himself in a
position to buy our NOC list.

An operation he referred to as job 314,

the job he thought
Golitsyn was doing tonight.

But the list Golitsyn stole was a decoy.

That's correct. The actual
list is secure at Langley.

Golitsyn was a lightning
rod. He was one of ours.

This whole operation was a mole hunt.

This whole operation was a mole hunt.

Yeah.

The mole's deep inside

and like you said

you survived.

I want to show you something, Ethan.

Since your father's death,

your family's farm has
been in receivership

and now, suddenly, they're flush
with over 120 grand in the bank.

Your father's illness was supposed
to have wiped out that bank account.

Dying slowly in America, after all,
can be a very expensive proposition.

So...

Why don't we quietly get
out of here and onto a plane?

I can understand you're very upset.

Kittridge, you've never
seen me very upset.

All right, Hunt. Enough is enough.

You have bribed, cajoled, and killed.

And you have done it
using loyalties on the inside.

You want to shake hands with
the devil, that's fine with me.

I just want to make
sure that you do it in hell.

(SILVERWARE CLATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(CAT MEOWING)

(LIGHT BULB CRACKING)

(GLASS TINKLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Money, money. Where's the damn money?

KITTRIDGE: The other day, we
decoded a message on the internet

from a Czech we know as Max.

He'd gotten himself in a
position to buy our NOC list.

An operation he referred to as job 314.

Job 314.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHING)

Job 314. I can't...

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Job...

Job 3:14?

Job 3:14.

(ETHAN MUMBLING)

You son of a bitch.

(SIGHING)

Max, goods tainted.

Consider extremely hazardous. Do not use.

Fate will be that of
kings and counselors...

Must meet to discuss ASAP.

(GLASS CRUNCHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Ethan,

what are you doing?

I needed you, Ethan. I
needed you on the bridge,

but you weren't there.

(PANTING)

(GROANING) Ethan.

Ethan.

CLAIRE: Ethan?

Don't move.

Ethan.

Ethan, it's okay. Just calm down.

It's Claire.

- It's okay.
- You were in the car.

No, I wasn't.

I heard on the radio...

Shut up, I saw you. You were in the car.

No, I got out of the car.

I ran to the bridge. He
said someone was just...

Don't give me that. I was on the bridge.

- There was nobody on the bridge.
- What happened to Jim?

Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead!

They're dead! They're all dead!

- Who sent you for me?
- Jim's dead?

- Who sent you here?
- Jim...

Take off your coat.

(GASPS)

- Where were you, huh?
- I...

Where were you?

I walked away. He said
abort. I just walked away.

That was four hours ago. Who sent you?

- Did they send you for me?
- Who's "they"?

Did they send you?

Look, who sent you? Who sent you?

No one sent me. No one sent me.

We were supposed to be back here at 4:00.

4:00 if we abort. We don't
return here until 4:00, 0400.

(SOBBING) 4:00 a.m. 4:00, Ethan, 4:00.

- (BELL CHIMING IN DISTANCE)
- If we abort.

4:00 a.m.

(BELL CHIMING)

I've been disavowed.

They actually think I killed
Jim and everyone else.

Somehow $100,000 finds its
way into my parents' bank account.

Kittridge assumes I'm the
mole they've been tracing,

and I've been in the employ
of an arms dealer, Max,

for the last two years

to get him our NOC list.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get it for him.

Ethan, you're not making any sense.

Whoever the mole is,

I think goes by the name of Job.

I can't find him, but if he
knows I have the NOC list,

he'll find me.

I'm gonna go in and I'm
gonna talk to Kittridge myself.

And I'm gonna tell him you
had nothing to do with this.

Claire, if you're not dead,

he's gonna assume you're with me.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

The message is for Job.

ETHAN: That's right,
and I'm gonna answer it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

ETHAN: Excuse me.

Can I trouble you for a match?

(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)

Would you remove your hat, please?

- ETHAN: Why?
- You wish to meet Max?

The price of admission.

ETHAN: I thought I was going to see
Max. MATTHIAS: You misunderstood.

No one sees Max.

ETHAN: Then what
the hell am I doing here?

MATTHIAS: Allowing Max to see
you and hear what you've got to say.

ETHAN: Well, I don't communicate
very well through a shroud.

MATTHIAS: Well, if Max
doesn't like what you have to say,

you'll be wearing that
shroud indefinitely.

ETHAN: I'm willing to take the chance.

- (GASPS)
- Very well.

(SPUTTERING)

Who are you and what are you doing here?

I need $150,000.

(LAUGHING) Oh, really?

And you thought

if you simply showed
up, I might give it to you?

Why not? You gave Job $125,000.

Hmm, the penny drops. You are not Job.

Job is not given to quoting
scripture in his communications.

Then there was its tone,
aggressive but playful.

Job is not playful.

So you are something of a paradox.

- Well, that depends.
- On what?

Whether you like a paradox.

I want $150,000 today.

No, no. That's quite out of the question.

The disk Job sold you, it's worthless.

It's bait, part of an internal mole hunt.

And how might you know that?

Are you another Company man?

- Like Job?
- Mmm.

We're asking about you.

I'm NOC. Was.

Now, disavowed.

Why, may I ask?

That is the question I want to ask Job.

I don't know Job any
more than Job knows me.

Even so.

I'm sure you could
arrange an introduction.

Why should I?

Because I can deliver
the actual NOC list.

The one you have is not only worthless,

it's certain to be equipped
with a homing device

to pinpoint your exact location.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Boot it up.

In anywhere from 30
seconds to 10 minutes...

you'll have Virginia farm boys
hopping around you like jackrabbits.

It's easy to say the disk is worthless

when you say I can't
look at the information

and see if it's worthless.
Not a tenable position, sir.

Okay, use it.

But I'd suggest you pack first.

26, 27. So far, so good.

Not so good for you, my friend.

I'd say you've got about two minutes.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

MATTHIAS: 32 and 33.

Doesn't mean it's a signal. Could
just be the hard drive heating up.

MATTHIAS: 44 and 45.

Now.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Man's gone black, Barnes.

He's under until he decides to surface.

Look, we can use somebody at the embassy.

Involve the local authorities.

- We can cut off his transportation...
- What can we do, Barnes?

Put a guy at the airport?

How many identities
do you think Hunt has?

How many times has
he slipped past customs

in how many countries?

These guys are trained to be ghosts.

We taught them to
do it, for Christ's sake.

BARNES: Well, what do you suggest?

Let's not waste time chasing
after him, just make him come to us.

Everybody has pressure points, Barnes.

You find something that's
personally important to him

and you squeeze.

Gunther will never let me have
one of his apartments again.

Sorry I doubted you, dear
boy. You are a good sport.

Thanks, Max.

- Or is it Maxine?
- (CHUCKLES)

I don't have to tell you

what a comfort anonymity
can be in my profession.

(LAUGHS)

It's like a warm blanket.

My deal with Job was subject
to a successful boot scan.

Obviously it didn't
pass muster. Deal's off.

What was your deal with Job?

Um, $6 million.

I'll give you the same, but I
want the complete list now,

not just Eastern Europe.

I won't do this piecemeal.
It's too dangerous.

- I want the entire list.
- $10 million.

$10 million in negotiable
US Treasury certificates

in bearer form, coupons attached.

And one more thing.

Your personal assurance
that Job will be at the exchange.

Hmm.

Oh.

Max made a deal with you?

I deliver the NOC list, Max delivers Job.

We've got 75 rounds for your
Beretta but only 20 for the SIG Sauer.

One pair of Visco glasses with monitor,

plenty of passports, and...

What?

You said it yourself.

If I'm not dead, I'm with you.

Are you sure about this?

Jim was my husband.

I want to get the son
of a bitch who did this.

We're gonna need some help.

We don't have a lot of time, so
they're gonna have to be local.

What kind of help?

Simple game.

Four players.

Exfil opens the pocket.

Cyber ops lifts the wallet.

Bank?

IMF mainframe.

Where exactly is it?

In Langley.

In Langley?

The one in Virginia, Langley?

Inside CIA headquarters at Langley?

Is he serious?

- Always.
- (LAUGHS)

If we're going to Virginia, why
don't we drop by Fort Knox?

I can fly a helicopter
right in through the lobby

and set it down inside the vault,

and it would be a hell of a lot easier
than breaking into the goddamn CIA.

What are we downloading?

- Information.
- What kind?

Profitable.

Payment on delivery.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

This doesn't sound like
the Luther Stickell I heard of.

What did they used to
call you, the Net Ranger?

Phineas Phreak?

The only man alive who actually
hacked NATO Ghost Com.

There was never any physical evidence
that I had anything to do with that.

With that...

That exceptional piece of work.

(CHUCKLES)

You don't know what you're missing.

- This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
- Y'all are kidding yourselves.

Even with top of the line
crypto, Cray access, STU-III...

Krieger can get it, right?

May take a little time.

What the hell do you
mean, "a little time"?

That's not what Claire
tells me about you.

LUTHER: Thinking-machine laptops.

I'm talking about the 686 prototypes

with the artificial
intelligence RISC chip.

24 hours.

(LUTHER LAUGHING)

And I get to keep the
equipment when we're done.

Luther, I guess you're
all out of excuses.

(LAUGHING)

Hmm.

Look, I just can't hack my way inside.

See, there's no modem
access to the mainframe.

It's in what we call the stand-alone,

which means I'd have to
be physically at the terminal.

Relax, Luther.

It's much worse than you think.

The terminal is in a
black vault lockdown.

The only person allowed in the room

has to pass through a
series of security checks.

William Donloe.

The first is a voiceprint identification
and a six-digit access code.

This only gets him into the outer room.

Next, he has to pass a retinal scan.

And finally, the intrusion
countermeasures

are only deactivated by a
double-electronic keycard

which we won't have.

Now, inside the black vault

there are three systems operating...

whenever the technician
is out of the room.

The first is sound-sensitive.
Anything above a whisper sets it off

The second system detects
any increase in temperature.

Even the body heat of an
unauthorized person in the room

will trigger it if the temperature
rises just a single degree.

Now, that temperature is
controlled by the air conditioning

coming in through an overhead
duct, 30 feet above the floor.

That vent is guarded by a laser net.

The third system is on the
floor, and is pressure-sensitive.

The slightest increase in
weight will trigger the alarm.

And any one of these
systems, if set off..

Will activate an automatic lockdown.

Now, believe me when
I tell you, gentlemen...

all three systems are state-of-the-art.

(ALARM BLARING)

And you really think we can do this?

We're going to do it.

(SIRENS BLARING)

GUARD 1: We picked up
alarms in Sector 3, 7, and 12.

ETHAN: Yeah, that's what I've got,
too. What sector's the air conditioning?

GUARD 2: 21, but there's
no alarm in Sector 21.

ETHAN: No, I gotta get
in there and shut it down.

GUARD 2: I'm sorry, but
nobody gets into any sector...

where an alarm hasn't gone off

ETHAN: You wanna blow the
fire through this whole building?

Look, no one goes into any sector
where the alarm hasn't gone off..

- And it hasn't gone of fin 21.
- Wait.

(BEEPING)

GUARD 2: It's gone off Let's go.

Let's move.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thank you.

GUARD 2:21's through here.

He's recruiting.

For what purpose?

- (BEEPING)
- Survival.

Too shortsighted. This
guy initiates. He's proactive.

The question is, what does he
want? Where does he need to get it?

And Barnes, what the hell's that noise?

Uh, fire alarm, Gene.

(SIGHS)

Do we have to evacuate?

Hey, there were three of
you. Where's the other guy?

(GRUNTING)

Krieger! Zero body count.

We'll see.

(GRUNTING)

Hi there.

ETHAN: (VOICE RISING) One, two, three.

Toast. Toast.

- LUTHER: Check.
- Good.

(WHISPERING) Okay, Luther, I'm going in.

Everest, man. You
ready to plant the flag?

(SIGHING)

(SNEEZING)

(DECIBEL METER FEEDBACK)

Damn.

Krieger, from here
on in, absolute silence.

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

He's rolling to you.

He's at the voiceprint corridor.

William Donloe.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Outer room.

He's coming in the vault.

Come on, move.

(WILLIAM CLEARING THROAT)

(VOMITING AND COUGHING)

(WILLIAM GRUNTING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

He's in the bathroom.

(RETCHING)

A-W-9...

6-B-6.

Holy mother of God.

The NOC list.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (RAT SCREECHES)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHING)

(MOANS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

He's at the vault.

(SCRAPING)

(DECIBEL METER FEEDBACK)

Four yellows.

One red.

(GRUNTING)

Get moving.

Toast.

Toast.

(GRUNTS) Merci.

(GASPS)

Oh, my God.

AGENT: Yeah.

It's for you.

Kittridge.

You and I know about this. That's
where it stops, you understand?

It never happened.

What about him?

I want him manning a radar tower
in Alaska by the end of the day.

Just mail him his clothes.

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

You contacting your buyer?

Ethan.

Ethan.

Ethan.

Oh.

Excuse me. Mr. Hunt.

You're not going to
any meeting without me.

My contact is extremely shy.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't think you're in any
position to give orders. Do you?

Not while I'm holding this.

- Krieger...
- Ta gueule.

Don't you mean this?

That's not the list.

Oh, what's the matter? You,
you've never seen this trick?

Where'd it go?

It's gone.

What?

- You.
- No.

No?

Oh...

But not too far.

I know what you're thinking, Krieger.

You're thinking, "Back
in the computer room..."

"I was up here, he was down there."

"Yes, and he was..."

"He was carrying two disks."

It's so hard to keep
track of these things.

Where is it?

(LAUGHING)

Do you actually think I'd
let you have the NOC list?

Try any sleight of hand with
my money, I'll cut your throat.

JACK: You're off on one of your
cushy recruiting assignments again?

ETHAN: Yeah, where'd they
put you up this time, The Plaza?

JIM: Drake Hotel, Chicago.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

CLAIRE: I'm so sorry.

Krieger was my call.

I'm sorry, Ethan.

We did what we had to do.

I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Krieger did have the NOC list?

(LAUGHING)

Now I want you to hold on to it.

What makes you trust me?

Because if you knew
what you were getting into...

you never would have done it.

I'm not going to let
this get out in the open.

Exactly. That's your job
tomorrow, on the train.

Don't let this NOC
list get out in the open.

What is the range of this thing?

It's hard to tell. I'm
gonna have to be close.

(DOOR OPENING)

CLAIRE: Ethan, I need to talk to you.

MALE NEWS ANCHOR: The unlikely setting,
a farm in the heartland of America...

the state of Wisconsin...

where federal agents claim to have found

the brains behind an
international drugs ring.

The operation was masterminded
by Margaret Ethan Hunt

and her brother-in-law, Donald Hunt.

They were arrested this morning
by drug enforcement officers

in a major sting operation

designed to expose
the illegal manufacture

of the drug methcathinone, known as khat.

OFFICER: I'm afraid what we have here
is a case of a naive and lonely widower...

Kittridge.

(PHONE RINGING)

Kittridge.

I see you've been out visiting the folks.

It's Hunt. What do
you need for a pinpoint?

You've been watching
a little TV, have you?

Hauling Mom off to jail in shackles
was an especially nice touch.

- He's in England.
- Get MI5.

Ethan, I wanna assure you

that my first order of
business after you come in

is to have these ridiculous
charges against your family dropped

and eliminated
completely from their files.

Look, if you come in now,

we can plea down the
charges against you, as well.

Can I ask you something, Kittridge?

Certainly, Ethan.

If you're dealing with someone...

who's crushed, stabbed...

shot, and detonated...

five members of his own IMF team...

how devastated do you
think you're gonna make him

by marching Ma and Uncle Donald
down to the county courthouse?

I don't know, Ethan.
Why don't you tell me?

(PHONE RECEIVER CLICKS)

Lost him.

We needed three more seconds.

He wanted us to know he was in London.

You're a hard man to catch up with.

(COUGHING)

Next day I managed to drag
myself back to the safe house.

I must have just missed you.

Anyway, I checked our aliases.

And that's when you
picked us up in the States.

But you left before I could get there,
and I could check just so many places.

Smaller countries don't
computerize customs records.

So I watched Europe.

Once you turned up
in England, it was easy.

You knew I liked the
rentals at Liverpool Street.

Hey, I showed them to you.

(CHUCKLES)

I remember.

(COUGHING)

Jim, look, who do you
think you're kidding here?

A doctor's gotta look at
that. You can't sit up straight.

I can sit up straight.

I just can't sit up straight very well.

Sit down. Sit down. It's not important.

Ethan...

I saw who shot me. I saw the mole.

- It was Kittridge.
- Kittridge.

Kittridge, Ethan. (CHUCKLES)

Kittridge is the mole.

My God, of course. You're right.

He was at the embassy that night.

First, he took out Jack at the elevator.

(SCREAMS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

He shot you on the bridge.

(GUN FIRES)

JIM: Ethan!

He must have had backup take
out Golitsyn and Sarah at the fence.

How did he do Hannah?

No. No, he could have
done Hannah himself.

Why, Jim?

Why?

When you think about
it, Ethan, it was inevitable.

No more Cold War.

(CHUCKLES)

No more secrets you keep
from everyone but yourself.

Operations, you answer
to no one but yourself.

And then one day, you wake up,
the President of the United States is

running the country
without your permission.

The son of a bitch, how dare he?

Then you realize, it's over.

You're an obsolete piece of
hardware not worth upgrading.

You've got a lousy
marriage and 62 grand a year.

Kittridge.

We'll go after the no-good
son of a bitch big time.

We won't have to. He'll come after us.

What's gonna make him do that?

What he didn't get in
Prague. The NOC list.

Whoa. Jesus, Ethan.

Good for you. (WHISTLES)

I'm meeting him tomorrow
on the TGV en route to Paris.

Tight security. No guns.

A real plus.

If I supposedly deliver
the NOC list to Max...

Max has agreed to deliver Job to me.

I'll have Claire and Luther
Stickell with me on the train.

Krieger is gonna have helicopter
transport waiting in Paris.

Jim?

I was in a café waiting for you, Ethan.

And there she was...

standing in the rain,
alive and beautiful...

thinking I'm dead and gone.

God knows what she's
had to do to forget me

to keep going, get the job done.

(SIGHS) She can't know about me, Ethan.

No one can, not till this is over.

You're probably right.

There's too much at stake.

Once we leave the safe house,
Jim, you get in there and crash.

- I'll call you from Paris.
- You got it.

(DOOR OPENING)

CLAIRE: What happened?

I sent the message to Max.

We're on for tomorrow.

Okay.

Come here.

Sir.

- What's this?
- Incoming, sir, for you.

X-ray's clean, electronics,
and no explosives.

Gene?

- How long to the London Terminus?
- Twenty, twenty-five minutes.

You've got 10 minutes. Move!

(PHONE RINGING)

- Yes?
- ETHAN: Give me Max.

It's him.

This was not what we discussed.

My apologies, Max. It couldn't be helped.

There's a piece of black
cloth under your seat.

Tear it away, you'll find the disk.

Dear boy...

I hope this doesn't
preclude a meeting in private.

Not as long as you tell
me where the money is.

The mere possibility
is worth $10 million.

Baggage car, rack 3.

Silver briefcase, combination 3-1 -4.

What about Job?

Wouldn't worry about him. When
you get the money, he'll find you.

What's the matter?

- It's not transmitting.
- Try it. Try it again.

Damn it, I've got to get this
through before we hit the Chunnel.

- MAX: What's the problem?
- Connection denied.

MAX: I can see that. Did
you check the batteries?

I always check the batteries.

MAX: Don't you give me that.
Run it through from the top.

KITTRIDGE: This is bullshit.

We don't even know what Max looks like.

Look, we don't need to know.

If he's got that list, he's
gonna want to check it.

And that means laptops.

Excuse me, sir. Your telephone.

MAN: Hello? Hello?

I can't hear anything.

- STEWARD: Is everything all right, sir?
- It's just the battery is gone.

It's working. (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

He's in the baggage car.

Ethan, Kittridge is on the train.

ETHAN: I'm right behind you.

The money's in the baggage
car. I'll meet you there.

Barnes?

(GRUNTS)

CLAIRE: Ethan's right behind me.

Listen, Jim, is it such
a good idea to kill him?

Kittridge is here.

We take the money.

Ethan takes the blame.

No one else has seen you alive.

No one will believe him.

Of course...

I'm very sorry to hear
you say that, Claire.

- Ethan.
- JIM: Yes.

Ethan Hunt, darling. You
remember him, don't you?

- You knew about Jim?
- Of course.

Just exactly when he knew
is something of a question.

Mind telling me, Ethan?

Before or after I showed up in London?

Before London...

but after you took the Bible
from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.

They stamped it, didn't
they? Those damn Gideons.

Ethan, if you knew about Jim, why...

Why the masquerade? Why take the risk?

Well, Claire, you've asked the question.

And you are the answer.

I knew about Jim.

JIM: But he didn't know about you.

In all fairness, Ethan...

Claire was never convinced
her charms would work on you.

But I was supremely confident,
having tasted the goods.

"Thou shalt not covet thy
neighbor's wife," Ethan.

Let's just get the money
and get out of here.

Yes, let's get the money.

Ethan, the money.

Give her the money.

You've earned it.

All $10 million.

You know, Claire was
wrong about one thing, Jim.

JIM: Oh?

What's that?

Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

I'm not the only one
who's seen you alive.

You son of a bitch.

It's over, Jim.

Don't. Don't, Jim.

"Don't, Jim."

(GUN FIRES)

(GRUNTING)

(HELICOPTER PASSING)

(SHOUTING)

Damn!

No, it's in the tunnel!

No, no, don't! It'll crash into us!

Accelerate! Accelerate!

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

Red light!

Green light!

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

MAN: Look, we cannot just be
sitting around, okay? We need...

I think this is what you're looking for.

Hello, Max.

My lawyers are going to
have a field day with this.

Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict...

Well, maybe we'll just leave
the courts out of this one.

I'm sure we can find
something I have that you need.

In a freak accident,

a helicopter lost altitude,
veered into a tunnel

and collided with a high-speed
train on its way from London to Paris.

The pilot was killed, but
no one on the train was hurt.

Authorities have attributed the
accident to instrument failure.

Reach your folks? How are they feeling?

About what?

The apology from the Justice
Department, VIP treatment,

you know, the whole nine yards.

Well, my mom was a little confused

how the DEA could mistake
her and Uncle Donald

for a couple of dope
smugglers in the Florida Keys.

(CHUCKLING)

Cheers.

To you, Luther, for being
off the disavowed list.

Hey, I'm the flavor of the month.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Why don't you come back with me?

I just...

I just don't know why I'd be doing it.

Gotta go catch my flight.

So how's it feel to be
a solid citizen again?

Man, I don't know.

I'm gonna miss being disreputable.

Well, Luther, if it makes
you feel any better...

I'll always think of you that way.

Excuse me. Mr. Hunt?

Would you like to watch a movie?

(SIGHING) Oh.

No, thank you.

Would you consider the
cinema of the Caribbean?

Aruba, perhaps?