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BRANDT: (ON PHONE) Benji?

Benji, do you copy?

Benji?

(BENJI GRUNTS)

BENJI: Shit.
BRANDT: Where is Ethan?

Uh, I can't talk right now.

BRANDT: The package
is on the plane.

BENJI: Yeah, I know.

We're currently
formulating a plan B.

Although, technically,
it's a plan C.

This isn't going very well.

I am aware of that, Brandt.
You're not helping.

Where's Ethan?

I don't know.
We're on radio silence.

That plane cannot take off
with the package on it.

Do you understand?
LUTHER: We're working on it.

Luther?
What the hell are
you doing there?

You're supposed to be
on assignment in Malaysia!

I am in Malaysia.
I've been here two days.

Benji needed my help.
I didn't need help.

I needed assistance.
It's a different thing.

The package is
still on the plane.

BENJI: We understand the
package is on the plane.

We're trying to
cripple it remotely.

You can do that?

We can if the pilot left
the satellite uplink
switched on.

Which he has.

And how do you
access the uplink?

It involves hacking
a Russian satellite.

I can't authorize that.

Which is why I
didn't ask permission.

We're under investigation
for misconduct.

The package is on board.
What do you want me to do?

(AIRPLANE ENGINE STARTING)

Uh, Luther.

BRANDT: I'm reading
a heat bloom, Benji.

The engines are starting.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

But I can't do anything
until I'm connected
to the satellite.

Benji, you're connected.

Okay, great.

The package is
still on that plane.

LUTHER: Shut down
the fuel pump.

BENJI: Uh, the mechanicals
are locked down.

What about
the electrical system?

Oh, that might work.

Uh, no.

Hydraulics!
BENJI: Okay, stand by.

No, they're encrypted.

Benji, the plane!

Yes! The package is
on the plane! We get it!

Can you open the door?

Ethan? Where are you?

ETHAN: I'm by the plane.
Benji, can you open the door?

Uh, can I open the door?
Uh, maybe.

Open the door when I tell you!

(GRUNTS)

I'm on the plane.
Open the door.

BENJI: How did you
get in the plane?

ETHAN: Not in the plane.
I'm on the plane!

Open the door!

Benji! Open the door!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay!

(ACCELERATING)

Benji, open that door
right now!
Yeah, I'm trying!

Come on, Benji!
Benji, open that door!

BENJI: Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Yes, got it!

(DOOR OPENING)

That's the wrong door!

Benji, not that door.
The other door.

The other door, right!
Yes, the other door.

Okay, yes!
Sorry, my bad, my bad!

(BEEPING)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

All right,
look, I'm gonna open
the para door! How's that?

(GRUNTS)

(ETHAN PANTING)

Hey! Hey!

We're about to close.

ETHAN: I won't be long.

Are you looking for anything
in particular?

Something rare.

Let me guess.

Classical.

Jazz.
Sax?

Coltrane.
Piano?

Monk.

Shadow Wilson on bass.

Shadow Wilson
played drums.

Know why
they call him Shadow?

Because he had a light touch.

You're in luck.

I have a first pressing.

It really is you.

I've heard stories.

They can't all be true.

MAN: Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

The weapons you
recovered in Belarus

were confirmed to be
VX nerve gas

capable of
devastating a major city.

The bodies of
the air crew were found

less than 24 hours
after they landed in Damascus.

They were identified as
low-level Chechen separatists

with neither
the access nor the ability

to acquire the weapons
they were transporting.

This would
support your suspicion

that a shadow organization
is committed to
inciting revolution

by enabling acts of terror
in nations friendly
to Western interests.

IMF suspects this to be
the same shadow organization

you have been tracking
for the last year,

also known as the Syndicate.

IMF would be right.

Normally, you and your team
would be tasked

with infiltrating
and disrupting
this terrorist network.

But we have
taken steps to ensure
that this will not happen.

Because we are
the Syndicate, Mr. Hunt.

And now we know
who you are.

Your mission, should you
choose to accept it,

is to face your fate.

Pursue us, you will be caught.
Resist us, you will be killed.

And your precious Secretary

will disavow any
knowledge of your actions.

Good luck, Mr. Hunt.

This message
will self-destruct
in five seconds.

(STEAM HISSING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)
(BULLET CLINKING)

HUNLEY: Mr. Chairman,
the IMF's misadventures
date back

to my earliest days at the CIA

when the IMF
broke into the CIA

to steal a list of
covert operatives.

And now, more recently,
a Russian warhead?

Disarmed Russian warhead.

A Russian nuclear warhead...

Rendered safe by the IMF.

HUNLEY: ...clipped
the Transamerica Pyramid

before plunging into
the San Francisco Bay.

Saving the
western hemisphere.

This made possible
by IMF agents

who did willingly
provide the launch codes
to a known terrorist.

Do I have that right,
Agent Brandt?

I can neither confirm
nor deny details

of any such operation without
the Secretary's approval.

This was the same week
that the IMF infiltrated
the Kremlin.

Here is the Kremlin before

and the Kremlin after.

I can neither confirm
nor deny details
of any operation...

Without the Secretary's
approval, yes, we know.

In fact, until this panel
appoints a new Secretary,

you really can't
say much of anything,
can you, Agent Brandt?

Well, I didn't write
the rules, Mr. Hunley.

HUNLEY: Mr. Chairman,
the so-called
Impossible Mission Force

is not just
a rogue organization.

It is an outdated one,
a throwback to an era
without transparency

and without oversight.
Mr. Chairman?

Time has come to
dissolve the IMF...
BRANDT: Mr. Chairman?

...and transfer
their salvageable assets
to the CIA.

Mr. Chairman,
the IMF has operated

without oversight
for 40 years.

Mr. Chairman?
Are its methods
unorthodox? Yes.

Are its results
less than perfect?
Absolutely.

But without the IMF...

There will be
order and stability!

Without the IMF...

This panel recognizes
the IMF's contribution
to global security.

But the events laid out
by CIA Director Hunley

also show a pattern
of wanton brinksmanship

and a total disregard
for protocol.

From where I sit,
your unorthodox methods

are indistinguishable
from chance.

And your results,
perfect or not,
look suspiciously like luck.

I'm afraid today is the day
when the IMF's luck runs out.

(GAVEL BANGS)

(COUGHING)

(STRAINING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

Hmm?

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

What does he see
in you, I wonder?

Who is "he"?

(GRUNTS)

(WHEEZES AND COUGHS)

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

ETHAN: Well, why don't
you take off the cuffs
and I'll show you,

Vinter?

You know who I am.

Janik Vinter.

They call you the Bone Doctor.

The funny thing is,

you were
officially declared dead
three years ago.

Nice shoes, by the way.

Not his.

Yours.

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

This one's a fighter.

He'll die before you turn him.

Are you worried
he's going to take
your place?

(MUFFLED THUDDING
AND GRUNTING)

You should go
before it gets ugly.

Yeah, he's right.
You should go.

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

Janik.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(BOTH PANTING)

We've never met before, right?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Follow me.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Give me the gun!

What are you doing?

I can't leave.

You can't stay.
We just killed those men.

We didn't kill them, you did.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I tried to stop you.
You got away.

Who are you?

You better hurry now.
Good luck.

No, wait! Wait!

(MAN SPEAKING SWEDISH)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SWEDISH)

(BEEPING)

Satcom seven.

ETHAN:
Western Europe unsecured.

Designator?

Bravo-Echo-1-1.

Connecting.

This is Brandt.
ETHAN: Go secure.

Go.

London terminal
is compromised.
Repeat, London is compromised.

Agent in place is down.
Request immediate extraction.

What happened?
Who breached London?

Do you have anything to go on?

A face.

He wanted something.
Not information.
He could've killed me.

But he didn't.

Okay.
What do you think it means?

The Syndicate is real.

They know who we are,
how we operate.

I think I know why
they've been so hard to find.

Just focus operations
on gathering any available
intel regarding

former covert operatives.

It doesn't matter what country

or agency,

just as long as they're dead

or presumed dead.

Start with Janik Vinter.

He's also known
as the Bone Doctor.

I can't do that.

What?
What are you talking about?

The Committee
has shut us down.

Operations have
been handed over
to the CIA.

There is no more IMF.
I've been ordered
to bring everyone in.

Ethan...
I understand.

Ethan...
I understand, Brandt.

We didn't have
this conversation.

I've disappeared in London.
You don't know where I am.

If I'm dead or alive.

This man you saw,
can you find him?

I won't stop until I do.

This may very well be
our last mission, Ethan.

Make it count.

Brandt?
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

HUNLEY: Since we're going
to be working together,

I want you to choose
your next words
very carefully.

Where is Hunt?

I don't know.
Don't lie to me, Brandt.

I have no way of
contacting him.
He's deep cover.

Last I heard,
he's tracking
the Syndicate.

Let's cut the bull.
You know who we are,

you know what
we're capable of.

How come the CIA
has never discovered

any actionable intel
regarding this, uh, Syndicate?

What are you implying?

Not implying. Stating.

Leveling an accusation,
actually.

Hunt is both
arsonist and fireman
at the same time.

I believe that the
Syndicate is a figment
of his imagination,

created to justify
the IMF's existence.

I am going to
find him, Brandt,
and when I do,

he will be called upon
to answer for

every wanton act of mayhem
he is responsible for.

Welcome to the CIA.

You'll never find him.

Set your watch, Brandt.

Ethan Hunt is living his
last day as a free man.

(PANTING)

All right, everybody,
heads up! This is it.

MAN: (ON SPEAKERPHONE)
Alpha team prepped,
standing by.

Execute.

Langley, Brimstone. Go.
I say again, we are go.

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(HEAVY BREATHING ON PHONE)

MAN: Langley,
there's nobody here.

(PRESSES BUTTON)

Langley, Brimstone.
Face the north wall.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(CHUCKLING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Dunn.

Is it that time already? Okay.

WOMAN: I will ask you

a series of control questions.

BENJI: I know, and I'm
gonna answer truthfully,

and then you're gonna ask me
to lie intentionally.

State your name.

The King of Norway.

See, that's a lie.

I'm actually third in line
to the throne. My brother
was... (CLEARS THROAT)

Has Ethan Hunt contacted you?

Why would he contact me?

HUNLEY: Hunt has resurfaced.

This time in Cuba.

He, uh, left these behind.

Tell me what you make of them.

I don't know. He's taken up
scrapbooking? (CHUCKLES)

Look at
the photographs, Dunn.

All of them are either missing
or dead. Every one.

All of them were
government agents.

Russian, French, British,
Israeli, you name it.

These are highly
classified files and yet

Hunt had no trouble
collecting them.

And he always seems to be
a step ahead of us.

I wonder how.

Are you suggesting
I'm helping him?

Oh, the thought had
crossed my mind.

BENJI: Six months
I have been here,

sifting through
mountains of metadata

and exabytes of
encoded excrement.

I have decrypted,
processed,

parsed more data than
anyone in my section.

And yet, every week
you haul me in here

and you ask me
the same question,
just in a different way.

And today you
haven't answered it.

You seem to think
I have some kind of
obligation to him.

Okay. Nothing could be
further from the truth.

Ethan Hunt is still
out there in the field,

and I am stuck here
answering for it.

We are not friends.

I owe him nothing.

That'll be all, Dunn.

(SIGHS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

ETHAN: (THROUGH EARPIECE)
Welcome to Vienna,
Benji. Miss me?

Ethan, where are you?
Where the hell have you been?

You know what?
Please, don't tell me that.

Because it's just
another thing I'll have
to lie about

in my weekly polygraph.

Everything's gonna be fine.
Just keep walking.

But make sure
you're not being followed.

I didn't win those
opera tickets, did I?

No, I'm afraid not.

So, where do we meet?
We don't.

For your sake,
we shouldn't be seen together.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

You have mail.

BENJI: Who is he?
ETHAN: That's what
we're here to find out.

What I do know is he's
our only possible link
to the Syndicate.

And I have reason to believe
he's going to be here tonight.

But I can't find him alone.
Are you in?

Uh...
Are you in?

Yes, of course.
Of course. Um...

So what's the play?

Simple.
You find him. We tag him.
I follow him wherever he goes.

And after that?

After that, you're on a plane.

Back at work Monday morning.
No one is the wiser.

Wait, that's it?

You're in enough
danger as it is.

I didn't want to
involve you this much,
but I had no choice.

Well, if you're going
to bring me all this way,

you could at least
give me something

a bit more,
you know, dramatic.

Benji, we're trying
to keep a low profile.

You want drama,
go to the opera.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAMERAS FLASHING)

(INDISTINCT)

Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

ETHAN: Yes, I am.

BENJI: Am I correct
in assuming that is
the Chancellor of Austria?

ETHAN: Yes, you are.

BENJI: Did you know he
was going to be here?

No.

Right. Well, we have
a European head of state here

at the same time
as we are looking
for a nefarious terrorist.

And I'm sure
that the two things
are completely unrelated.

Benji.

Meanwhile,
I will try and overlook
the fact that

you're an international
fugitive wanted by the CIA!
Benji.

And that this little
unsanctioned operation

is tantamount to treason.
Benji.

Because, as you
stated earlier,

I will be back at my desk
on Monday morning,

playing videogames,
and no one will
be any the wiser.

The show's about
to start, Benji.
Right.

Just take your position.

Tell me what you see.
Okay.

Nice tux, by the way.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(REPEATING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)

(BEEPING)

(STATIC)

Join the IMF! See the world!

On a monitor. In a closet.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(APPLAUSE)
(MUSIC ENDS)

(MUSIC STARTS)

(SINGING OPERA)

Okay, I have eyes.

Searching.

(OPERA CONTINUING)

Talk to me, Benji.

Nothing yet. Stand by.

I know you're here.
Where are you?

Uh, Ethan, I might have
something for you.
Can't confirm.

Where?
Backstage. I'll direct you.

Take the door on your left.

He should be
right in front of you.

Benji, do you see that?

See what?

That woman.

What woman? Where are you?

I can't see you.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FEEDBACK)
Oh! Ah!

Ethan, do you copy?
Ethan, come in!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH STRAINING)

(MUSIC ENDS)
(APPLAUSE)

(MUSIC STARTS)

(SINGING OPERA)

(STATIC CRACKLES)

(CHOKING)

(YELLS)

Ethan, the lighting booth!

Ethan, do you copy?

(APPLAUSE)

(GRUNTING)

(OPERA CONTINUING)

(PANICKED TALKING)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

I have a way out.
Interested?

Lead the way.

Anything you want to tell me?

Uh, no, not right now.

How's the pace?

Don't wait for me.

What's next?

(SIREN WAILING)

There.

Shoes.

Shoes, please.

(METALS CLANKING AND CREAKING)

Uh...

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

(METAL CLANKING)

(CONVERSING IN GERMAN)

(CRACKLING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Get in!

Go, go, go.

What the...
She tried to shoot me!

That doesn't make
her a bad person.

I'm going to
have to search you.

You have to let me go.

Oh. Not a chance!

I assumed you were deep cover
back in London,

but isn't this taking
the role a little far?

Hang on a minute.
Do you know her?

We haven't been
formally introduced,

but I'm pretty sure
she's British intelligence?

Ilsa Faust.
You're Ethan Hunt.

And that shade is
very hard to find.

What were you doing
at the opera tonight?

Aside from
killing the Chancellor.

Saving your life in London
put me in a tight spot

with some very
dangerous people.

I was sent to
kill the Chancellor
to regain their trust.

Ah, so you admit
that you killed him!

I went through the motions.
That's not the same thing.

You thought you'd put him
in the hospital,

take him out of harm's way.

Same thing you tried to do.

BENJI: You're not going
to believe that, are you?

What about
the rest of her team?

You mean those
other two idiots.

I can only assume
they were redundancies.

In case you
didn't follow through.

One man to kill
the Chancellor,

the other one to kill you.

A test.

Second one I've failed,
thanks to you.

And the car bomb
was insurance.

Uh, we have a tail.

ETHAN: Who is he?

We're after the same thing,
and I can help you.

If you want to bring
down the Syndicate,
you have to let me out.

Uh, they're closing!

This has to look
like an escape,

so you just throw
me out anywhere.

Tell me who he is.

(GUNSHOTS)
Whoa!

Change of plan! Throw her out!

You have everything you need
to find me.

HUNLEY: Less than 24 hours
after we interviewed
Benji Dunn about Ethan Hunt,

he was on a plane to Vienna
with tickets to the opera.

And within six hours
of his arrival,
the Chancellor was dead.

Now,
that might be circumstance
to some public defender,

but to the CIA, that is
actionable intelligence.

Consider for the moment
the possibility that

Ethan's investigation
led him to the opera,

and that he's the one with
the actionable intelligence!

In any case, finding Hunt
is no longer a pet project.

The Special Activities
Division will now have
full discretion.

You mean shoot to kill.

Whether Hunt lives or dies
is entirely up to him.

New identity.

Passport, cash,
move map.

There's a change of clothes
in that bag right there.

Everything you need
to make it to D.C. undetected.

Once you're there,
you have to inform on me.

I'm sorry, what?

Just tell the truth.

You came to Vienna
believing you won two
tickets to the opera.

I attempted to recruit you
into assassinating
the Chancellor.

You refused.
That's not the truth!

Your life depends on
them believing you, Benji.

It'll go easier
if you tell them
what they want to hear.

Ethan, at least tell me
what this is all about.

You recognize anyone?

Him.

He's former KSA.
German intelligence.

Missing, presumed dead.

He was at the opera tonight.

This one, too.

Former Mossad.

Let me guess. Presumed dead.

Tonight, I made it official.

I was looking for him
in the Bosphorus.

The same day, a car accident
killed the visiting
President of Malawi.

He slipped away
again in Jakarta,

hours before a passenger plane
vanished over the Pacific

with 236 passengers.

I just missed him
in the Philippines

right before a fire
at a petrochemical plant

gassed a village
of 2,000 people.

You're saying these accidents
are somehow connected.

That missing plane
was carrying

the Secretary of
the World Bank.

That fire bankrupted
a global arms corporation.

That wreck
triggered a civil war.

These are no accidents.

They're links in a chain.

The work of
a single organization,
the Syndicate.

A rogue nation,
trained to do what we do,

imbued with a new
sense of purpose.

Destroy the system
that created them

regardless of
who's in their way.

An anti-IMF.

Since Hunley shut us down,
they've been escalating
unchecked.

Killing the Chancellor tonight
was a statement,

the start of a new phase.

Or they could just be
a series of random disasters.

He was there.

Every time.

Just like he
was there tonight,
I'm sure of it.

I don't know who he is,
where he's from,

how he's funded.

But I know he's the key.

Ethan,
this is what I signed up for.
Let me help you find him.

That's why I brought you here
in the first place,

and look what happened!

I can't protect you.

That's why I
need you to leave.

That's not your
decision to make, Ethan!

I am a field agent.
I know the risks.

More than that,
I am your friend,

no matter what I tell
the polygraph every week.

Now, you called me
because you needed my help.

And you still do.
So I am staying.

And that is all
we are going to
say about that.

Okay.

Good.

Where do we start?

Ilsa.

Right. And how do we find her?

She said we have
everything we need.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(MAN GROANS)

We had an agreement.

You send me to
do a job, I do it.
But my way, not yours.

Where did I deviate?

You put two more gunmen
at the opera tonight.

One of them tried to kill me.

You missed.

I missed because
Ethan Hunt was there
looking for you.

Ethan Hunt's in Vienna
because you allowed him
to escape in London.

Vinter would have
killed him in London,

and that's not
what you asked for.

Twice now you've
let him slip away.

Curious.

Are you questioning my loyalty
or my ability?

Can't decide.

I've told you before,
trust me or kill me.

But if you're going
to kill me, be a man.

Do it yourself.

(BULLET CLANKING)

Did he say anything?

He knows about Morocco.

What does he know
about Morocco?

He knows about
the power plant.
He doesn't know what's in it.

Find him, please.

He'll find me.

I've seen to that.

That's interesting.

What is it?
It's a skiff.

A secure computer facility.
Offline, ultra-contained.

It's impossible to hack into
from the outside.

It's essentially
a digital safety deposit box.

Very strange thing
for a young lady

to be carrying
in her sundries.

Where's it located?

Uh...

Morocco.

Morocco.

(BLEATING)

(COUGHS AND PANTS)

And what brings you gentlemen
to Casablanca?

Good to see you.

What couldn't you tell me
over the phone?

The Chancellor of Austria
was assassinated.

We believe that
Ethan and Benji were there.

Hunley has handed this
over to the Special
Activities Division.

We need to find
Ethan before they do.

And that's where you come in.

Not interested.

Okay, look, Luther...

Look, man,
I know Ethan.

I don't know you.

All I know about you
is that you chose
to work for Hunley.

Yeah. All I know about you
is you chose to resign.

(CHUCKLES) You don't have
to worry about Ethan.
They'll never catch him.

No, they're not
gonna catch him. No.

This is the CIA.
This is Hunley
we're talking about.

Things are out of control.
No, they're going to kill him.

They're going to kill Ethan.
They're going to kill Benji.

We have to get to them first.
Are you going to help me?

You need to
understand something.

Ethan is my friend.

And if I have
one second of doubt
whose side you're on...

Mmm?

I believe you.

All right.
All right.

What do I have to go on?

Not much.
And not a lot of time.

ILSA: His name
is Solomon Lane.

He created the Syndicate.

Where does he come from?

He's former
British intelligence.

Well, if British
intelligence knows
the Syndicate exists,

why don't they
just tell the CIA?

Because they don't want
anyone knowing

the Syndicate was created
by one of their own.

I was sent undercover
to earn Lane's trust

and eventually
identify the members
of his organization.

And for the first
time in two years,

I'm close to
knowing who they are.

Lane had a ledger.

It contained the identities
of his operatives,
his terrorist associates,

the entire inner workings
of the Syndicate.

One of his agents stole it,
hoping to blackmail him,

and kept it in
a secure computer facility
for safekeeping.

He died being interrogated
for the access code,

leaving Lane with
a serious problem.

So the key to crushing Lane

is sitting in a computer,
just waiting for
someone to take it.

So, why hasn't Lane
just sent someone
to steal it?

Oh, he has.

He sent me.

And I can tell you

it's impossible.

The facility's hidden beneath
a local power plant
under military guard.

And the only way to
download the ledger

is through the central
computer terminal,
located there.

To reach the terminal,
you'll need to pass
the main gate,

access the elevator
with fingerprint recognition,

and open three separate
combination locks.

BENJI: Well, that's easy.
We just impersonate the agent

who stole the ledger
in the first place,
and I get to wear a mask!

ILSA: Unfortunately,
even if you could
make it through

every other security measure,
you won't beat the last one.

That's because it's protected
by gait analysis.

The step beyond
facial recognition.

These cameras actually know
how the agent walks,

how he talks, how he moves.

Right down to his facial tics.

(BUZZES)

(GRUNTING)

BENJI: So, what you're saying
is no mask can beat it.

We're busted
before we even get
into the vault,

and I wind up
in a Moroccan jail,

playing mummies and daddies
with Ahmad the Strangler.

Okay, I don't get
to wear a mask.

And there's no other way
into the computer lab?

ILSA: No other way in.

Air shaft?
Six-inch-diameter pipe.

Foundation?

Twelve feet of concrete,
top and bottom.

Electrical conduit.
Electrical conduit.

Bottom line is there's no way
into that terminal

unless your profile
is preinstalled
in the security system.

(GROANS)

Profile.

Where are the profiles stored?

All security data
is stored offline
in the liquid-cooled array.

Here, inside the torus.

Liquid-cooled.
You mean that
thing is underwater?

Yes.
Yes.

Okay. So, to get the ledger,

one of us needs
to enter the torus

and change
the security profile,

so that the other one
can access the computer

without being caught.

That's the only way.

That's the only way.

Can I get in through there?
What's that?

That's the service hatch.
It can only be opened
from the inside.

If you try and open
it from the outside,

you'd be hit
with 70,000 gallons
of pressurized water.

Where does
the water come from?

Desalinized seawater
flows through the intake,

in the power plant.

And, before you ask,

the system is designed to
shut down automatically

if any metal
enters the intake.

No oxygen tanks.

All right.
Well, how long will
it take to free swim

from the intake to
the service hatch?

Two minutes,
with the current
at full power.

Then you just have
to hold your breath
for two minutes.

What about installing
the security profile?

Well, that's gonna be,
like, a minute, tops.

So I have to hold my breath
for three minutes.

You can do that.

What I think
you're overlooking
is the physical exertion.

The more you exert yourself,
the faster you consume oxygen.

Don't worry
about him, all right?

All he has to do is
install the fake profile

before I get to
the gait analysis.

You said it yourself,
it's the only way.

(CHUCKLES) That doesn't
sound impossible.

BRANDT: Satellite overwatch
covering all seven continents.

DNA profiling,
facial recognition,

drone surveillance,
drone strikes.

So, how are we
supposed to find

Ethan and Benji
before they do?

I'm not even looking for them.
I'm looking for her.

What do you mean?

These sketches.
What do you see?

BRANDT: Ethan's not exactly
sure who this guy is.

But this woman...

He knows her.

He trusts her.

I'm betting that
if he's not already
with her, he's on his way.

Find her, find Ethan.

Tell me it's possible
to pull facial recognition
off a sketch.

For mere mortals, no.

For me,
I could've done this at home.

(CHUCKLES) All right.

How long is this gonna take?
LUTHER: Found her.

CCTV picked her up
at the airport in Casablanca.

BRANDT: What the hell?

She's bad news.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)

Sorry.

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPS)
(CRACKLING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

ETHAN: (THROUGH EARPIECE)
Benji, we're in.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON WALKIE-TALKIE)

(RAPID BEEPS)

(RUMBLING)

One more time.
You'll have three minutes.

Two and a half
minutes to switch
the security profile.

Thirty seconds to escape
through the service hatch.

Remember, conserve oxygen.

Don't move a muscle
if you don't have to.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm in the elevator.

ILSA: That current will
carry you to the torus.

Once you're there,
I'll shut it down.

Important note.
The profile is in slot 108.

And a slightly
more important note.

If you haven't
switched that profile

before I reach
the gait analysis,
I'm dead.

Thank you, Benji.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(ALARM BEEPING)

What's the problem?

The cooling system's
rebooting by itself.

(MACHINE POWERING DOWN)

All systems normal.

Cooling system's
at full power.

(BEEPING)

No, no, no.

(ALARM BLARING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(RAPID BREATHING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(WHIRRING)

(COUGHING)

You're all right.

Oh, you're okay.

BENJI: You see?
What did I tell you?

Difficult? Absolutely.
But certainly not...

Jesus. Is he all right?
What happened?

(PANTING)

Okay.

Here.

Hey.

I misjudged you.

Hey, man.
You okay? How you doing?

Hey, buddy.

Benji.

Yeah, Benji. You did good.

You take a moment, all right?
Just take a moment.

There's nothing
a little sunshine
and fresh air won't fix.

You'll be right as rain.

What are you doing here?

Look, look.

We got it.

I knew we'd get it.
(LAUGHING)

Listen, I don't want to
sound ungrateful, okay?

I appreciate
everything you do for me,

but one of these days,
you're going to
take it too far.

We got it!

We're gonna nail that...
(WHIRRING)

(THUD)
(GRUNTS)

Wait, wait...

BRANDT: I thought you said
you could find him.

LUTHER: I said
I could locate him.

You have to find him.
Right.

Where's Hunt?

(FOOTSTEPS)

He's dead.

That really hurts!

Can you walk?
Yes.

We have to get to her
before Lane does.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GRUNTS)

BENJI: Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Are you okay to drive?
A minute ago you were dead.

What are you talking about?

This is not going
to end well.

There she is!
(TIRES SQUEALING)

Stairs, stairs, stairs!

Stairs, stairs, stairs!

Ah! God damn it!

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

Whoa.

(GLASS BREAKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

We found him.

LUTHER:
Oh, come on, man!

Shit!

It's a high-speed chase!

You just had to
get the four-by-four,
didn't you?

Don't blame me.
You chose the car.

You just had to have it!

Do you want me to drive?

BRANDT: Look at this thing!

LUTHER: Look how slow
you're going. Speed it up!

Who's this guy?

Shit!

Oh!

Ahhh!

Go! Go! Go!

I'm okay! I'm okay! I'm okay!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!

Here they come!
What are we gonna do?

Uh...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Gun!

Do you have your seatbelt on?

You're asking me that now?

Hang on!
(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BRAKE SCREECHES)
(BODY THUDDING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

We good?

Things got
a little out of hand.

Ah! Look out!

We're good?

(BIKE APPROACHING)

Oh, hey, boys,
what did I miss?

Ooh, that looks sharp.
Careful! Careful!
(ENGINE STARTING)

(HORN BLARES)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHS)

(GROANS)

So what do we do now?

Please tell me
you made a copy
of that disk.

Of course I made a copy.

So where are we going?

(BELL TOLLING)

It's a ledger.
The Syndicate's
entire infrastructure.

Who they are,
the politicians
they control,

and where
the money
comes from.

It's everything
you want to know.

What makes you think
this so-called ledger
is authentic?

Why would Lane
want it so badly
if it wasn't authentic?

Why would he ever
let you have it
if it was?

Did you never stop to
consider that he may
want me to have it?

Misinformation, manipulation,
it's what he does, Ilsa.

It's what he's trained
to do.

Lane lies to you,
you sell these lies
to Hunt.

Together,
you're both compromised.
That's his ultimate objective.

This may be authentic.

But there's only
one person I trust

to verify that information.
You.

No.

My orders were to
deliver you information
regarding the Syndicate.

Your orders were
to infiltrate the Syndicate

that we may learn more
about them firsthand.

This isn't proof.
It's a test,
like everything else.

The only way to pass
is to go back.

I can't do that.
I've betrayed Lane's trust
too many times.

And in every instance,
you did so on
your own volition.

He was going to
torture and kill
an American agent.

And you should have
let him. Then you would
still have Lane's trust.

This is the trade.
Hunt understands that.

I wasn't going
to let him die.
He's our ally.

There are no allies
in statecraft, Ilsa,
only common interests.

As it stands,
Ethan Hunt is a man
without a country.

This makes killing him
decidedly less complicated.

Are you ordering me
to kill Hunt?

Good God, no.
Nothing so crude
as that. No.

Lane will order you.

And to regain his trust,

you will do it.

You sent me to do a job.
I did it.

Now you bring me in!

Might I remind you,
you are without
a country of your own?

The Director of
the CIA called me,

inquiring about
you personally.

Of course,
to protect your cover,
I had to lie.

So, as far as the Americans
are concerned,

you're a rogue assassin,
a target of opportunity.

Precious few people know
about your true identity.

It would be unfortunate
if we forgot.

You see, there really
is no choice, Ilsa.

You're going back.

Glad to know
you're still with us.

ETHAN: What's happening?

LUTHER: I can't open it.

What do you mean,
you can't open it?

I mean I can't open it, ever.

That's a red box.

A what?
It's a red box.

The British government
uses them to transport
state secrets.

Doesn't sound good.

BENJI: Meaning it's
triple-encrypted.

You're not getting
into that thing

unless you have fingerprints,
retinal scan,

and a voice phrase spoken
by a specific individual.

The Prime Minister
of Great Britain himself.

Yes, him.

So what you're saying is
there is no ledger,

which means we have
no proof that the Syndicate
even exists.

So we're back to square one,
only now we are all
wanted by the CIA.

I'm so proud of us.

BENJI: What I don't understand
is why is there a red box

sat in a private
data vault in Morocco?

And why would Lane want it
if he can't open it?

If Lane wants it,
you can bet he has
a plan to open it.

And we just
helped him steal it.

He's going to take
the Prime Minister.

Yes, he is.
The question is how.

Well, we have to warn
the British government.

Yeah, MI6.

No, Brandt.
Put down the phone.

Let's think about this
for a minute.

We have a responsibility
to warn the British government

and not gamble with
the Prime Minister's life,
Ethan,

just so you can beat
the guy that has
beaten you at every turn.

Is that what
you think this is?

Brandt?

Is that what
you think this is?

I think right now

you're incapable
of seeing that
there is another way.

And sometimes
Ethan is the only one

capable of
seeing the only way.

And if he is wrong,
then we have Vienna
all over again!

You don't know him.

If he wants
something to happen,
there is no preventing it!

That's why we have
to warn the British.

Maybe that's exactly
what he wants us to do.

Are you listening to yourself?
We are going
to warn the British.

No. We're going
to find Lane,
we're going to get him,

before he takes
the Prime Minister.

Okay.

All right, Ethan.
We're going to find Lane.

But please tell me
how are we going to do that?

(TABLET CHIMES)

All is forgiven.

That isn't a ledger, is it?

You didn't take
a look for yourself?

Of course I did,
but the file was encrypted.

And why would
I lie to you?

So that I would
lie to Hunt.

But he wouldn't have stolen it
if he knew what it was.

And you wouldn't
have helped him.

What is actually
on that disk?

I'll be honest with you
when you start
being honest with me.

Now, you and I both know
why you've come back.
Don't we?

Hmm?

You're still alive
because I believe
in your potential.

But I'm growing impatient.

Why do you continue
to resist?

Well, if we're being honest,
you're a terrorist.

If that were true,
my goal would be
to spread fear.

But my method is
far more surgical.

You kill innocent people.

I helped my government kill
many innocent people and more.

So much more.

Killing to keep things
as they were.

And now I'm killing
to bring about change.

I think Ethan Hunt
would disagree.

Ethan Hunt is a gambler.
And one day his luck
will run out,

and thousands of
innocent people
will pay the price.

Which one of us
will be the villain then?

Nothing here.
It's empty.

(EXHALING SHARPLY)

I'm interested
to see who you blame

for what happens next.

So that's her?

That's her.

I have to say
you sure can ride.

Ethan...
You were just
doing your job.

That's all we're
going to say about it.

Atlee said
you would understand.

Atlee.
Your handler in
British intelligence.

And he didn't bring you in,

even after
you gave him the disk.

You knew perfectly well
it was blank.

BENJI: (THROUGH EARPIECE)
That's a lie.

The disk she took from me
was an exact copy.
I'm sure of it.

Was it in your possession
the entire time?

(SIGHS)

They don't care
if you live or die.

But you knew
I was going to take it to him.

I hoped you would.
I hoped it'd be enough
to get you out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That means Lane doesn't
have the disk. Only we do.

I have a question.

If the disk was blank,
why is she still alive?

Unless, of course,
Lane wanted us to find her.

So who you working for now?

Lane, Atlee, your government,
my government,
they're all the same.

We only think
we're fighting
for the right side

because that's what
we choose to believe.

So where does that leave us?

The way I see it,
you have three choices.

One, you hand me
and the disk over to the CIA.

I am proof
the Syndicate exists.

Lane becomes their problem
and your work is done.

My thoughts exactly.

Works for me.

But you know
they're not gonna
believe you.

And you'll all be
tried for treason.

Lane goes free.

I'm afraid she has a point.

Two, you let me
walk away to
an uncertain fate.

You use the disk
as bait to trap Lane.

But some part of you suspects
you've met your match.

And being a gambler,
you'll probably end up
handing Lane that disk,

whether you want to
or not.

That is entirely possible.

And option three?

Come away with me.

Right now.

Oh, boy.

And what about Lane?

Forget about Lane.

There will always be
another Lane.

There will always be
people like us to face him.

We've done our part
and we've been cast aside.

We can be anyone.

We can do anything.

It's only a matter of going.

Lane sent you
to deliver a message,
didn't he?

I've saved your life twice.
I won't be able
to do it again.

What's the message?

(HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK)
(GRUNTS)

ETHAN: Benji.

(PHONE RINGING)

Parking garage.

Luther, stay with her!

She's gone. I lost her.

She set us up,
Ethan.

No. She delivered a message.

She set us up!
She knew this would happen!

Only Lane knows
what's going to happen!

(PHONE RINGING)

LANE: I have a job
for you, Ethan.

And for the sake
of your friend,
you will do it.

I'm listening.

Your mission,
should you choose
to accept it,

is to bring me
the unlocked disk
by midnight tonight.

Now say the words, please.

I accept.

Yes.

I knew you would.

(PHONE BEEPS)
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

He wants the disk, unlocked,
by midnight tonight.

Ethan, there's only
one person on Earth
who can unlock that disk.

We have to take
the Prime Minister.

(LAUGHS) Let's just think
about that for a minute.

It's the only way
to get Benji back.

Ethan, that's exactly
what Lane wants you to do.

Which is why
it has to happen.

This is how we beat Lane.

This is how we
make everything right.

Can you see?

Can't you see it?

(PHONE RINGS AND BEEPS)

William Brandt, sir.
He says it's urgent.

I had a feeling
you'd come to
your senses, Brandt.

I'm only calling you
because I have
no other choice.

I'm trying to prevent
a catastrophe.

I can understand that.
Where are you?

(SIGHS)

London.

Reroute us to London now.

Where in London?

I'll tell you when
you land, not before.

I'm not interested
in playing games, Brandt.

And I'm not interested
in seeing my friends
get killed either.

So if I'm going
to betray them,

we're going do this
on my terms

and my terms only.
Do you understand?

Keep your phone on.
Instructions will follow.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

LUTHER: You should've
been gone by now.

Yeah.

You okay?

We're supposed to take down

the Prime Minister
of Great Britain tonight.

So...

ETHAN: Brandt?

I can't see another way.

Neither can I.

But we do what we have to do
for our friends, right?

(PANTING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Get him ready, please.

You were right to
call me, Brandt.
Where is Hunt?

He's on his way.
We don't have much time.

What does he intend to do?

What matters is
that he's alive.

And I need your reassurance
that he's going
to stay that way.

(SIREN BLARING)

Have you informed
the British government

that Hunt has targeted
the Prime Minister?

I will help you
capture him alive.
That is the deal.

You've picked up
some terrible habits
from your friend, Brandt,

the worst of them
being that you still

believe you can
control any outcome.

Stay with him.

Chief Atlee! Chief Atlee.

Director Hunley,
how delightful
to see you here.

Last time we spoke,
you were hunting
rogue agents in Morocco.

Chief Atlee,
I have reason
to believe that

the Prime Minister's life
is in danger.

I'm listening.

AUCTIONEER: Any advance
on 22,000? Anyone?

Going once. Going twice.

Sold to our
generous chairwoman.

Sir? Chief Atlee from MI6
needs to see you.

He says it's urgent.

Excuse me.

What's this all about?

It's a matter of
national security, sir.

Under no circumstances
is anyone to enter.

Yes, sir.

PRIME MINISTER:
Help me to understand.

Who is this man?
Why is he after me?

I'm afraid,
Prime Minister,
Director Hunley and I

share responsibility
for this.

Ethan Hunt was
part of a disgraced
intelligence agency

which has since
been dissolved.

ATLEE: And he's gone rogue,

unfortunately intent
on dismantling an imaginary
terror network.

But new intelligence suggests
he's been manipulated

by one of your
own former agents.

Ilsa Faust, Prime Minister.
She disappeared two years ago.

If you don't mind
my asking,

what do I have to do
with this phantom network?

Uh, Sir, this is
William Brandt,
a former colleague of Hunt's.

He came forward with
firsthand knowledge
of the plot against you.

Sir, Hunt is in possession
of a virtual red box

that can only
be opened by you.

He believes it is the key
to bring down the Syndicate.

The Syndicate, you say?

BRANDT: Yes, sir.
That's what he calls it.

Atlee?

He couldn't possibly be
talking about

that Syndicate.

Because you assured me
that that Syndicate was
merely an exercise.

And it was,
Prime Minister,
I can assure you.

And yet here we have

the Central
Intelligence Agency
indicating otherwise.

I don't understand.

Prime Minister,
your life is in danger.

I think our first
priority is to move you
to a secure location.

Sir, does the name
Solomon Lane ring a bell?

Yes.

Unfortunately, it does.

So there actually
is a Syndicate?

It was the hypothetical
brainchild of Chief Atlee.

Recruit former agents
from other nations,

supply them
with a new identity,

and use them
to surgically remove
our enemies,

both at home and abroad.

Its operating budget
was to be hidden offshore

in a virtual red box
which I alone would control.

It would have made me
judge, jury, and executioner,

with zero accountability.

I rejected the proposal,
unequivocally.

Furthermore,
I was given every assurance

it never passed
the planning stage.

Prime Minister,
there is no Syndicate.

These men
have been duped
by Agent Faust.

Atlee! Save it for
the public inquiry.

Sir, I urge you not
to leave this room.

Excuse me.
Please.

Hunt is uniquely trained
and highly motivated.

A specialist without equal,
immune to any countermeasures.

There is no secret
he cannot extract.

No security he cannot breach.
No person he cannot become.

He has, most likely,
anticipated this
very conversation

and is waiting to strike
in whatever direction
we move.

Sir, Hunt is the living
manifestation of destiny.

And he has made
you his mission.

ATLEE: Prime Minister?

(SOFT GROAN)

Hunt.

Sir, please step away
from the Prime Minister.

Just relax, sir.
Everything's going
to be all right.

Atlee shot me.

Yes, he did, sir.

Hunt, I hope you
realize you've set back

US-UK relations
to the American Revolution?

Desperate times,
desperate measures, sir.

(PHONE RINGS)

I'm here.

ETHAN: Stand by to receive.
Ready.

The Prime Minister's
office asked me
to meet him here.

This way, sir.

Scanning.

Retinal scan confirmed.

Mmm.

It's okay.
Here you go, sir.

You've got
a very warm hand.

LUTHER: Biometric confirmed.

The prompt is "Kipling."

The prompt is "Kipling."

Sir, I'm going to
need a pass-phrase.
The prompt is "Kipling."

PRIME MINISTER:
Yes, of course.

"If you can
keep your head when

"all about you
are losing theirs...

"If you can trust yourself
when all men doubt you..."

You got it?
LUTHER: I got it.

Oh, man, do I got it.

I'm here to see
the Prime Minister.

We were told
not to let anybody in.

By whom?

By you, sir.

ATLEE: Hunley? What is this?

Security!

(BODIES THUDDING)

ETHAN: Chief Atlee.

Kind of you to
accept our invitation.

Ah.

Do you know who I am?

We know you created
the Syndicate.

But Lane went rogue
and turned it against you,
didn't he?

And you've been
desperately trying
to cover it up.

That's why you erased the disk
when she brought it to you.

That's true.

Now, Director Hunley has
some questions for you
regarding Ilsa Faust.

Namely, how you framed her.

That's also true.

It's the antidote.

When the Prime Minister
found out about
the Syndicate,

Atlee attacked him.

Yes, that's true.

And then you saved
the Prime Minister, sir.

PRIME MINISTER: Did he?

I'm very grateful.

Sir.

(PHONE RINGING)

You're cutting it
very close, Ethan.

I have what you want.
Where do I go?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Ethan, wait.

If I'm not there
in 15 minutes,
he'll kill Benji.

The mission
is to bring down
the Syndicate.

If Lane gets his hands
on that money,

we're unleashing
a terrorist superpower.

He'll never take me alive.
I'll make sure of it.

(CLEARS THROAT)
And what happens, Ethan,
if you can't make it back?

I'll make it back.

Just be ready.

ATLEE: (ON LAPTOP)
Greetings, Prime Minister.

If you are viewing
this message,

it means that you have chosen
to activate the Syndicate.

This disk gives you access
to £2.4 billion

in untraceable currency

that will allow
the Syndicate to operate
undetected for decades.

Instructions to access
these funds are as follows.

This is the end, Mr. Hunt.

Careful.

BENJI: Two pounds of Semtex.

Five hundred .30
caliber ball bearings.

Your friend is sitting
on a highly sensitive...

...pressure trigger.

So no sudden moves.

Your final test.

When Lane has what he wants,
I kill you and Benji.

If not, everyone dies.

No time to think, Ethan.

LANE: Have a seat, please.

Human nature.
My weapon of choice.

From the moment
I killed the young lady
in the record shop,

I knew you would...

...stop at nothing
to catch me.

I also knew Ilsa
wouldn't have a choice.

Whether she broke you
that night you met
or let you go,

whether you let her
run in Morocco,

whether she went
to Atlee or not...

You were certain we'd end up
where we are right now.

Then, again,

so was I.

I know you, Lane.

Somewhere along the line,
you had a crisis of faith.

Human life
didn't matter anymore.
Or maybe it never really did.

Either way,
you killed too many
innocent people

without ever asking
who was giving
the orders or why.

You blame the system
for what you are,
instead of yourself.

You wanted revenge,
but Rome wasn't
destroyed in a day.

You needed help.
You needed money,
a lot of it.

And you'll stop
at nothing to get it.

That's how I know
I'm going to put you
in a box.

Where's the disk?

Where is the disk?

ETHAN: You like to play games.

I have a game for you.

I'll give you
$50 million

to let Benji go.

Where is the disk?

Where is the disk?

You're looking at it.

I am the disk.

I memorized it.
All £2.4 billion in
numbered accounts.

If that vest goes off,
you get nothing.

Without this money,
you're nothing.

Without me, you're nothing.

Right now,
you're thinking it's a bluff.

I'd never let my friends die.

I couldn't possibly memorize
the entire disk.

There's only one way
to be sure.

Let Benji go.

(EXHALING)

Take him.

They come
one step closer,
shoot me.

Stop!

You remember
I told you one day

you were going to
take things too far?

This is me speaking,
by the way,
it's not him.

The only way this ends
is you and me,
Lane, face to face.

Only this time,
I won't be locked
in a glass box.

You want your money?

The Bone Doctor is going to
have to beat it out of me!
(BANGS TABLE)

Now let Benji go.

1-3-9...

Go.
Ethan...

Brandt and Luther
are waiting. Go.

What do I do?

Kill the woman.

I need Hunt alive.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Go!
It's Benji.
Where am I going?

They're coming.
We're not ready.

Then get ready.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Which way?

(GUNSHOTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SPITS)

(CHOKING)

(GROANS)
(BODY THUDDING)

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(EXHALING)

Face to face,
just as you wished, Ethan.

(GRUNTING)

It hurts, I know.

Gentlemen,
this is Solomon Lane.

Mr. Lane,

meet the IMF.

(AIR HISSING)

You're free now.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

I've done my part.

Yeah.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Ethan, we got to go!

You'd better hurry now.

Good luck.

You know how to find me.

CHAIRMAN: Director Hunley?

Director Hunley!

Uh, Mr. Chairman.

CHAIRMAN: Six months ago,
you stood before this panel

and demanded that
the IMF be dissolved.

HUNLEY: That is correct, sir.

How do you explain
your testimony today?

It's quite simple, really.
We had reason to believe that

the Syndicate had
infiltrated our government
at the highest level.

In order for our man
to infiltrate
that organization,

his cover had to be absolute.

The whole operation was known

only to myself
and a handful of IMF agents.

So the shuttering
of the IMF was all part
of an elaborate scheme

to expose
the so-called Syndicate.

That is correct, sir.

Which is why you're here
today asking for the IMF
to be reinstated.

That is correct, sir.

I'm not sure
the Committee approves

of your methods,
Director Hunley.

Uh, desperate times,
desperate measures,
Mr. Chairman.

And you, Mr. Brandt,
how can you justify
this deception?

I can neither confirm nor deny
details of any operation

without the Secretary's
approval.

Welcome to the IMF,

Mr. Secretary.