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Mission Report.

Russian Federation submarine
K599 Sevastopol.

Podkova. Day 74.

The active learning defense
system we are testing...

...continues to operate flawlessly.

One might even say...

miraculously.

We are navigating
under the Arctic ice cap

by dead reckoning
and five days from home.

After 25,000 nautical miles,

the Sevastopol
has deliberately approached

every navy in the world

and remained
completely undetected.

The Podkova's stealth capability
has exceeded all expectations.

We are at this moment
the state of the art of war.

The most fearsome
killing machine

ever devised by man.

And we are impossible to find.

Captain, we have a submerged contact,
designated Semyon-83,

exhibiting tonals of
a US Virginia-class submarine.

Bearing 130°, drawing forward.

Chief of the Watch,
man battle stations silently.

Wait for orders.

Officer of the Deck,
ship status?

Ship's depth, 50 meters.
Bottom, 72 meters.

Clearance to the ice canopy,
21 meters.

Distance to deep water?
Two kilometers.

Aleutian Precipice
in six minutes.

Ranging maneuver.
Helm, left 15 degrees rudder.

Steady course 100°.

Come up easy on a standard bell.

Captain has the conn.
Helm, aye!

Coming to course 100°.

Steady on course 100°.

Weapons Officer, range?

Firing solution is tracking
at a distance of 15,000 meters.

Sir, that doesn't make sense.
Tonals this loud and clear?

He must be closer than that.

Captain, firing solution
just did a step change

to 10,000 meters.

Nothing moves that fast.

All solutions are matching.

The range is true.

Helm, right full rudder
to course 270°.

Course 270°, aye.

We'll just walk away
and head for deep water.

Contact bearing 160°.

Bearing rate zero?

He's there,
turning with us again.

He can see us.

Impossible. We're invisible.

Weapons, run diagnostics
on sonar and fire control.

Something isn't right.

Sir, he's flooding
his torpedo tubes!

Torpedo room, conn.

Load all torpedo tubes.
Aye, Sir.

Check clear!
Forward clear!

Aft clear! Ram torpedo!
Ramming!

Torpedo tubes loaded.

He's opened outer doors!

Weapons, flood tubes one
through four and open outer doors.

Enter firing solution
into tube two.

Aye, Captain. Making tube
two ready in all respects.

Captain, he's provoking us.

He wants an excuse
to blow us out of the water.

Enemy torpedo in the water,
bearing 200°.

1,000 meters and accelerating.

Helm, left full rudder,
all ahead flank cavitate.

My rudder is left full.

Answering all ahead
flank cavitate.

Launch countermeasures.
Launching countermeasures.

Fire tube two.

Firing tube two.

Our torpedo is away.
Running hot.

Enemy torpedo still homing,
range 800 meters.

He's blown through
our countermeasures.

Helm, right full rudder.
Right full.

Aye, Sir!
600 meters.

Diving Officer, stand by to
emergency blow all main ballast tanks.

400 meters. Chief of the Watch,
stand by the collision alarm.

200 meters.
This is the captain.

All hands brace for impact.
Enemy torpedo impact in...

five... four...

three... two...

one. Impact!

What just happened?

It's, it's gone.

It missed us?

No.

It vanished
like it was never there.

Sonar,
where is the enemy vessel?

Bearing 330°,

4,000 meters
off our starboard bow.

Our torpedo is running true.

Impact with
enemy submarine in...

three... two... one.

Where was the impact?

Captain, enemy submarine
has vanished.

It's gone, Sir.

I don't understand.

He was never there.

We've been chasing a phantom.

It was right there.
The instruments don't lie.

They lied to us today.

Weapons,
shut down our torpedo. Aye, Captain.

Shutting down torpedo.

Secure from battle stations.

This is why we have sea trials.

There's a bug in the system.

A ghost in the machine.

It's time to
go home. Captain!

Our own torpedo
is not responding.

It's coming right at us!

Our torpedo's homing,
range 400 meters!

Oh, my God.
Wire command.

Shut down our weapon!

Our torpedo's still closing,
range 200 meters!

Blow all main ballast tanks!
Sound the collision alar..

Food delivery.

Hello?

Designator.

Easy.

Easy.

Designator.

India-Zulu-254.

Bravo-Echo-11.

No, not yet.

You need to ask me
the security question first.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Uh...

what is the oath?

We live and die
in the shadows...

for those we hold close...

and for those we never meet.

You can put it on the table.

Hey.

Welcome to the IMF.

You made the right choice.

Sir.

Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

It's been a long time.

Our lives are
the sum of our choices,

and we cannot escape the past.

Thirty years ago,
you were offered the choice.

Join the IMF
or spend your life in prison.

Because of
your unique natural talents,

your government forgave you.

But we will never forget.

Just as you will
never forget the death

that brought you to us
all those years ago.

This is to remind you

of your oath
and allegiance to us.

The stakes of this mission
are higher than ever.

Your habitual rogue behavior
will not be tolerated.

Should you choose to accept,

it is imperative
that you listen.

Your government is
searching for a key.

Its purpose,
its vital importance to us

is none of your concern.

What should concern you

is the involvement
of your friend Ilsa Faust.

She killed a courier
in Istanbul.

And we believe
he was carrying one half

of the key we're searching for.

Why she has chosen to interfere
in this affair is a mystery,

as are her whereabouts.

What is certain

is that your government
has put a price on her head...

and these bounty hunters
are out to collect it.

They never bring
a fugitive back alive,

and rarely in one piece.

We believe they're headed for
the Arabian Desert's Empty Quarter

in search of your friend.

Find the bounty hunters,
and you may just find her.

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,

is to acquire the key
and deliver it to us.

What happens to Ilsa
after that is up to you.

As always,

if any members of your team
are caught or killed,

the secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This message will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan.

Come.

Ethan.

Hyah! Hyah!

Ohh!

So what are we dealing with?

This "entity" has
multiple personalities,

at times behaving
like a computer virus,

then a tapeworm, then a botnet.

Distorting any and all
digital information

with which it comes in contact.

Once infected,
nothing recorded, stored,

or transmitted digitally
can be trusted as fact.

At the outset, it concentrated
primarily on news and social media

which was of
little concern to us

as it often suited our purposes.

Until six months ago,
when the entity breached

Saudi Arabia's General
Intelligence Directorate.

And assimilated their
top secret active-learning AI

before vanishing into the cloud.

Subsequent attacks increased
ten-thousandfold overnight,

spreading exponentially.

Indicating that
the Entity has since become

sentient.

You're telling me this thing
has a mind of its own?

Over the last three weeks alone,

it has accessed our satellite
telecommunications,

the Federal Reserve,
the stock market,

and the national power grid.

The FAA, NASA

and the combined branches
of our military.

And we're not alone.

It has penetrated the World
and European Central Banks.

Gained entry
to the major defense,

finance
and infrastructure systems

of Russia, India, Israel,
Australasia, all of Europe.

And what did it do
to all these systems exactly?

Nothing.

Nothing?
It came and it went,

leaving fingerprints where
they could easily be found

and sending
a very clear message.

"I shall return."

Whatever its ultimate goal is,
we're powerless to stop it.

The full force of its energy
is now directed

at a single objective.

The world's
intelligence networks.

The very truth as we know it.

The entire intelligence
community is racing

to archive hard copies

of our fact-positive
knowledge bases

before our most secure
data centers

are breached and corrupted.

Which is only a matter of time.

The Entity will know precisely
how to undermine our every strength

and exploit our every weakness.

How to turn our allies
into enemies

and our enemies into aggressors.

Why not air-gap
our intelligence servers?

Cut them off from
the outside world entirely?

We already have.

But servers require humans
to maintain them.

And humans are the
weakest link in any security chain,

especially when dealing with a Godless,
stateless, amoral enemy.

One that has been
patiently listening,

reading, watching.

Harvesting our deepest
personal secrets for years.

Able to beguile, blackmail,
bribe or be anyone it wants.

And to manipulate us at will
through our total dependence

on a carefully constructed
digital reality.

An enemy that is everywhere...

and nowhere...

and has no center.

All right,

so what you're telling me is the
most awesome Goddamn intelligence

and tactical apparatus
on the planet

has no way
of killing this thing.

You don't want to kill it, Sir.

You want to control it.

And how do we do that,
Mr. Kittridge?

The CIA's assets
in the Kremlin informed us

that the Russians have focused

the majority of
their intelligence activity

on acquiring two halves
of a cruciform key.

And what does it unlock?

Not exactly sure.

But the Russians seem to
believe that it somehow has

the power to deactivate
our mysterious Entity.

Though, ideally...

they hope to control it,
harness it.

Do you believe that, Kittridge?

What matters is that the rest
of the world believes it.

Japan, India, Germany,
and the Brits believe it,

and yet no one,
not even our closest allies,

have willingly whispered
one word of it to us.

Which would indicate that
there's a global race on

to acquire the two halves
of this key.

Every nation in it
for themselves,

not to kill this thing, Sir,

but to weaponize it.

And in so doing,

establish a new, incontestable
form of global dominance.

How do we find this key first?

Well, we know that a buyer is passing
somewhere through the Middle East

sometime in the next 72 hours.

We believe that he already has
one half of this key.

- You believe.
- At this point,

we can't be certain
it's not a counterfeit.

How would you verify that?

The only thing that can authenticate
one genuine half of the key

is the other genuine half
of the key.

Its true mate, if you will.

We think
it's some sort of fail-safe.

How do we find its mate?

Well, we believe the other
genuine half of the key

was in the hands of this woman.

Who is she?

Ilsa Faust.

Former British Intelligence.

Where is she now?

She's dead, Sir.

She was..
Excuse me..

Killed by mercenaries
looking to collect a bounty.

And who put up the bounty?

Given her body of work,
could have been anyone.

So anyone could have
her half of the key?

Hmm, not just anyone.

I sent a man to find her,

the only man
she would have entrusted

with her half of the key.

Does he have it, Kittridge?

Well, at present,
I don't know that, Sir.

He's refused to come in.

- Refused?
- Hmm.

Who the hell is this guy?

That's classified.

I'm the Goddamn Director
of National Intelligence.

What exactly is it
I'm not supposed to know about?

The IMF.
Mr. Kittridge.

The world bank. No,
that's the International Monetary Fund.

Mr. Kittridge.

No,
I mean the other IMF. Ours.

What does it stand for?

Impossible Mission Force.

You're not serious.

I'm afraid he is.

And what do they do exactly?

It's just as the name implies.
Whatever the rest of us can't.

And who is in charge?
They're not ones to take orders

in the traditional sense.

We more or less...

leave word.

Leave... word.

Mr. Kittridge, Sir.

The IMF operates
outside the community

and answers directly
to the president.

So let me get this straight.

When there's a mission
none of you can handle...

you just leave word
for a nameless man

and hope he gets the job done.

Is that it?

Should he choose to accept it.

What the hell kind of outfit

gets to choose
what orders to accept?

The IMF was expressly created

to ensure there would be
no unintended consequences.

If they cannot ensure
a mission's ultimate outcome,

they're authorized to decline.

I understand.

You're upset.

I'm not upset, Kittridge.

You wanted me to listen.

This is me listening.

All right.

I put the bounty on Ilsa's head.

I also told you how to find her!

I didn't ask her
to steal the key.

She did that for reasons
of her own. But...

that's the pattern, isn't it?

You get her out of trouble,

and she always
found her way back in.

Wait! Ilsa!

Ilsa, wait! It's me!
What?

It's me.

It's okay.

Listen to me! You're dead!
You stay dead!

Ethan, wait!

I'm not going to apologize
to you, Hunt.

It's my job to use you.

Just like it's your job
to be of use.

Did you accomplish your
mission or not?

Wherever
the other half of this is,

whatever
the completed key unlocks,

I will find it.

And then what?

No one should be trusted
with control of the Entity.

I mean to kill it.

Ethan,

the next world war
isn't gonna be a cold one.

It's gonna be a shooting war,

it's gonna be a ballistic war over
a rapidly shrinking ecosystem.

It's gonna be a war for the
last of our dwindling energy,

drinkable water, breathable air.

Whoever controls the Entity
controls the truth.

The concepts of right and wrong

can be clearly defined for
everyone for centuries to come.

Do you even hear yourself?

Your days of fighting
for the so-called greater good

are over.

You need to pick a side.

I'm on the same side
I've always been on.

Stay out of my way.

I can't do that.

We're gonna be coming after you.

The world's gonna be
coming after you.

And one way or another,
this mission of yours.

Is gonna cost you dearly.

If I don't get that,
we're gonna have company real soon.

Hello?

Director Denlinger, please.

Uh, Director is unavailable
at the moment.

How can I help you?
To whom am I speaking?

CIA Director Eugene Kittridge.

Designator?

"Bassnote," lowercase,
all one word.

Sir, we have a situation.

No kidding.

Your adjutant was
found unconscious

in his home ten minutes ago.

It appears he was drugged.

I understand.

I don't think you do, Sir.

Security has him
entering this facility

fifteen minutes ago.
I understand, thank you.

Are you able to speak freely?

No, thank you.

A security team is on their way.

If you're in any danger,
simply hang up the phone

before I count to five.

One, two..

So just how do you plan
on getting out of here?

Of course.

Listen up.

An American operative with
a grievance against his country

is missing
and has malfunctioned.

His agenda represents a
threat to our national interests,

and he must be neutralized
at all cost.

Anything in
this man's possession

is of vital importance
and must be captured intact.

The man himself is expendable.
He is not to be underestimated.

A master of infiltration,
deception,

sabotage and psych warfare.

For all intents and purposes,
ladies and gentlemen,

a mind-reading, shape-shifting
incarnation of chaos.

So, for your safety

and the safety
of those around you,

do not consider him secure

unless you have driven a wooden
stake through his open heart.

This is not a drill.

A self-aware, self-learning,

truth-eating digital parasite

infesting all of cyberspace.

Well, it was bound
to happen sooner or later.

And the two halves
of this key just might provide

the means of
controlling this Entity.

Meaning every government
on the planet would kill us

just to get that key.

Including our own.

Exactly.

Putting us
on an unsanctioned mission

which has gone rogue
before it even started.

Meaning this very conversation

is technically
an act of treason.

Or as we like to call it,
Monday.

So what's the play?

A buyer's coming in
on Flight 746 from Amsterdam

for a 30-minute layover

at which time he is hoping to
purchase that half of the key.

And it stands to reason

the buyer will have the other half of
the key somewhere on their person.

Being the only way
to authenticate our half.

So how do we identify the buyer?

This Geiger counter will detect
a radiological signature

of the dragon's egg
embedded in the buyer's key.

The augmented-reality overlay
in these glasses

will lead us to it.

Oh, that's very clever.

So, you ID the buyer,
pick his pockets,

Bob's your uncle.
No.

No. Of course not.

The complete key is of no value

if we don't know
what it unlocks.

So you're going
to sell the buyer

our half of the key.

While we figure out
the buyer's connecting flight

and book you a seat
on that plane.

So you can follow the key
wherever it goes.

Which you hope is into the hands

of someone who knows
what it unlocks.

Precisely.

Finding the completed key

is only the beginning.

The fate of the world
depends on finding

whatever it unlocks.

This guy, you know him?

Not personally.

But it is personal.

Thank you.

Hey, what's that?
What?

Security alert. Suspicious bag
on its way to Venice.

Nope, it's gone.
Must have been a false alarm.

Overwatch, Snap Shot.
Where's he at?

Snap Shot, Overwatch.
I have him.

Terminal B, Gate 15,
headed south.

I am so.
You are not.

Ethan, would you care to explain
to our friend the Net Ranger

how I am just as capable
of writing code as he is?

No comment.

What, you figure
Phineas Phreak here

is gonna single-handedly
work out a way to kill the Entity

while I just hold
his soldering iron?

Probably.
Definitely.

Out of the way!

Tell me where he is.

Where is he?
Blue suit.

Right in front of you.

Oh!

Oh! Ah! Ow!

It's not him.

It's him.

I'm telling you, it's not him.

And I'm telling you

facial comes back
with a perfect...

How did you do that?

No one is safe
from Phineas Phreak.

I got him.

Where is he?
Terminal E, Gate 5.

Goddamn it, that's clear on
the other side of the airport.

Ethan,
they're headed to Terminal E.

That side of the airport
is all yours.

Thank you, Luther.

I see the buyer.
Got him.

The buyer is Otto Von Bork.
Swiss national.

He's connecting to Venice,

departing in 30 minutes
on Flight 1031.

Benji, get me
on that flight to Venice.

Yep, Flight 1031 to Venice.
Stand by.

What?

Ethan, what just happened?

He was bumped.
Bumped?

What do you mean, bumped?

That woman picked his pocket.
Tag her.

Tell me who she is.

Luther, mute our comms.

What is it?

That bag was on its way
to Flight 1031.

What bag?

There was a suspicious bag alert,
a few minutes ago.

So what about it?

It was on its way
to Flight 1031.

To Venice.
It's the buyer's plane.

It's Ethan's plane.

Luther, do you copy? Who is she?

What if it wasn't a false alarm?

What if somebody's trying to
smuggle a bomb onto that plane?

And what if that's what
the Entity wants us to think

to keep Ethan off that plane?

Luther,
what's happening? Should we warn him?

No. Guys, guys? Do you hear me?

Find that bag.

I'll direct you. Go.

Luther, just tell me,
is there something wrong?

Nothing to worry about.
It's under control.

Got her.

Info on the woman is coming now.

Whoa.

Whoever she is, she's no spy.

She's a thief.

Where am I going, Luther?

Benji, there's a door
on your immediate left.

I'm unlocking it now.

The bag you're after
is on tray 01833

heading towards the northwest
corner of the facility.

Copy that!

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, I get it.

You thought I was someone else.

I'm not interested.

Give me a chance.

I'll scream.

Please do.

What do you want?

This key.

The one you picked
from that man's pocket.

It's worthless

without this key.

But together

they're worth four million
in cryptocurrency

that man was carrying
on a flash drive.

Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

Then why was this drive
in your pocket?

Who are you?

You working with someone?

Never.
I'm strictly single-0.

Today you got a partner.

I need the man
you stole this from

to complete a transaction

and leave this airport
with both of these

without ever knowing
his pocket was picked

and before he boards
his flight in...

Seven minutes.
Seven minutes.

We both know
you're a good pickpocket.

Let's see what kind
of put-pocket you are.

You expect me to put it back.

Oh, I know you will.

You're a thief.

You want the money.
And I can give it to you.

Your choice.

You're in or you're out.

All right.

So what's the play?

I sure hope
you know what you're doing.

After you.

Oh, I won't be needing this.

I don't smoke.

Keep it.
Something to remember me by.

Ethan, the alloy in that key she
took off the buyer doesn't match.

It's counterfeit.

I expect nothing less.

But that doesn't change
our objective.

The buyer has to leave
with both keys.

Talk to me, Luther!
Where am I going?

Benji, head down the stairs
in front of you

and the bag should be
right there.

Okay. I'm there. I'm there.

Uh...

That's him.

Right in front of you.

Okay, okay. Hey, sorry.
Thought you were somebody else.

Hunt's jerking our chain.

Everybody!
Two-man teams, spread out.

Ethan, our American friends
are getting wise.

They're breaking up
and canvassing the airport.

Keep your eyes peeled.

So, what do I call you?

How about Grace?
And you?

Well, listen, Grace.

You should know we're not
the only interested party.

If I tell you to run, you run.

Run?

This is getting exciting.

Benji, have you got that bag?

I found it!

There's a cylindrical device
inside.

I'm gonna take it out.

How we doing, Luther?

Ethan, the buyer's in
the waiting area above you.

Top of the escalator.

All units are headed
in your direction.

Your location is going to be
crawling with agents

any time now.

Whatever it is,
I've just activated it.

Uh,
looks like we have five minutes.

Also, it appears to be nuclear.
How big?

Big enough to matter to
everybody in this airport, I suspect.

Can you disarm it?
I haven't got any tools!

Then find some.
Where am I gonna find..

Is this where we run?

Not yet.

Benji, how are you doing
with that bomb?

Come on, come on.

I got it!

It's a cylinder cypher.
There's eight wheels.

Looks like 14 letters
on each wheel.

1.5 billion
possible combinations.

Give or take.

Oh, my God.

What now?

The wheels,
they spell out a message.

U.R.DUNN.

No way. Not yet we aren't.

No, Luther, not D-O-N-E.

D-U-N-N.

It's my last name.

It knows who I am.

Hold on. There's a message
on the display.

"I speak without a mouth."

I fly through the air
without wings.

What am I?"
You got me. What?

It's a riddle. I suspect
this thing is voice-activated.

It wants me to say the answer.

"I fly through the air..."

An echo!

That's it! That's it!

Okay, new message.

"Are you afraid of death?"

What kind of a riddle is that?
It's not a riddle.

It's a psychometric test.

The more questions you answer,
the more it'll know about you.

"Are you afraid of death?"
No!

Did it work?
I lied. It knows.

Just tell it the truth. Say it.

"Are you afraid of death?"
Yes! Who isn't?

Pardon.

Okay, "What's always approaching
but never arrives?" Um...

Wait, I know this one.

The clock is ticking, Luther.

Riddles aren't my thing, Benji.
What more can I say?

We're running out of time!

There he is.
Oh, this is too easy.

Sorry to bother you, Ethan.

Would you happen to know
what's always approaching

but never arrives?

What is always approaching
but never arrives?

Tomorrow.

What?

Always approaching
BUT NEVER ARRIVES: Tomorrow.

It's tomorrow.
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

Yes! Okay, next question.

Give me the goods.

I'll be watching.

Why, you don't trust me?

Luther, what is happening?

Nothing to worry about.
Everything is under control.

Okay, next question:

"Who or what is the most
important thing to you?"

Say it.
But if I..

There's no other choice.
Say it.

My friends.

Bastard.

Is he..
Yes, he is.

Give me the money,
give me the key.

Okay. "What gets bigger
the more you take away?"

A hole.
A hole. Brilliant!

I've got no more questions
and there's one more wheel.

How am I supposed to give
answers if I've got no questions?

That must be your final test.

I've got 45 seconds!

What happens now?

I'm thinking. Don't move.

Luther, I'm pinned down.
Need a way out.

Where am I going?

We have a bigger problem, Ethan.

It's very possible
no one is getting out of here.

What? There's a bomb
in baggage handling.

A nuclear bomb.

The question I asked you

is part of the code
for disarming it.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You had a lot going on.
We didn't want to bother you.

Listen to me. A nuclear bomb is
something you bother me with immediately.

How much time?
Twenty seconds.

Twenty seconds?

There's one more riddle.

I'm working on it.
Fifteen seconds!

Easy, easy. What's the riddle?

In the time it takes me
to explain, we'll all be dead!

Come on, Benji.
Why do we always end up

in these situations?

Ten seconds.

Nine... eight...

seven... six... five...

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God.

What is it?

It's empty.

What do you mean, empty?

There's nothing inside.

She took the key.

Which key?

Our key. The real key.

What?
Luther, find her.

I got her.
She's headed for Terminal E.

No, it can't be.

What is it?

Luther, Benji. Abort. Get out!

Where do we rendezvous?
We don't!

This mission is terminated.
Get out now.

Hunt! Stop right there!

Hey!
You see him? Where is he?

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!

Move!

Move!
Move, move!

He's got to be here somewhere.

Goddamn.

What we have here
is shortwave radio,

magnetic audio recording,
cathode ray tube monitors.

No more ones and zeros.

It's a fully analog,
offline safe room,

shielded from
our digitally-based Entity.

Where is this feed coming from?

CORONA spy satellite
from the Cold War.

Had no idea we were still
using those things.

Yeah, well, we weren't.

Gave them to the National
Weather Service 20 years ago.

This is the last one
still functioning.

So, will this thing help us
find your nameless IMF man?

Nothing can do that, Sir.

But it has allowed us
to keep tabs on this woman.

She was seen with our man
at the airport in Abu Dhabi.

Who is she?

Where is she now?

You are here

because Italian police
received an anonymous tip

that a woman matching
your description

would be arriving on the
afternoon flight from Abu Dhabi.

This woman had multiple
passports in her possession.

This one is wanted for fraud
in Saint Petersburg.

Jewel theft in Antwerp.
Art theft in Monaco.

Graft in Milan.
Extortion in Mumbai.

But this is my favorite:

Resisting arrest in Rio.

Which leads me to wonder...

which one of these women is you?

I've never seen these before
in my life.

They were in your purse.

And your picture
is in every one.

May I see?
Please.

Yes, it's an amazing likeness,

but it isn't me.

As I keep telling you, I'm...

I'm a schoolteacher
from Brighton.

I'm on a sabbatical.

Whatever you're involved in,

you've obviously made
some very powerful enemies.

Sì.

Okay.

Her lawyer is here.

My lawyer?

Magistrate Spezzi.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Interpol.

I've come regarding the arrest
of the woman from Abu Dhabi.

I'll need to inventory

the items on her person
at the time of her arrest.

May I see some
identification, please?

Where's the rest?

I assure you,
this is everything.

What was your name?

She left Abu Dhabi
with a certain key.

There was no key.

It was an unusual sort.

One that you could
mistake for a pendant.

The kind that you'd be tempted
to hang on a chain

around Amelia's neck.

Amelia?

Your wife.

Mother of
your lovely daughter Serena.

You're not Interpol.

I am if I wish to be.

I can be anything,
and I know everything.

I know this wouldn't be
the first time

you've helped yourself
to stolen goods.

A Cartier bracelet.

You were cleared of suspicion,

but we both know you gave it
to your mistress Valeria

on August 21st,
her 29th birthday.

Who are you?

I'm gonna have to search you,

just to be sure.

Your secretary's
no longer with us.

Thank you officers.

Please.

You can wait outside. Thank you.

You.

You did this.

I called the police.

I didn't tell them
about your colorful past.

That's on you.

You put-pocketed that key
on another passenger

before you were arrested.

You exchanged details
and arranged to meet later on.

Right now,

someone out there
hasn't the slightest clue

they're holding on
to that key for you.

An unwitting courier.

The perfect accomplice.

I'm guessing a man, middle-aged?

A man waiting his whole life

to be noticed
by a woman like you.

An orphan.

Highly intelligent.
Inherently resourceful.

Growing up in poverty left
you longing for the finer things.

Other people's things.

Someone saw your potential

and helped you hone your skills.

Skills that gave you the life
you thought you wanted.

Tailored clothes,
fine dining, luxury hotels.

Skills that kept you
one step ahead of the law...

until now.

You can't blame a girl

for trying to make
a dishonest living.

You had no idea
what you were stealing.

Otherwise, you never
would have stolen it.

Tell you what.

You get me out of here,

and I'll take you
straight to the key.

I have a better idea.

You're gonna tell me everything.

Then I'll think about
getting you out of here.

Now start with who hired you.

And don't lie to me
because I'll know.

I have no idea who hired me.

Contact with the client
was almost entirely electronic.

Email?
Texts.

Encrypted?
Naturally.

Almost?
Pardon?

You said contact with the client
was almost entirely electronic.

There was a dead drop
in a café in Luxembourg.

An envelope.
What was in the envelope?

A ticket to Abu Dhabi.

And...

a picture of you.

My instructions were
to follow you at the airport.

You'd be tailing a mark.

Said mark would have a key

and four million
in cryptocurrency.

That drive was useless,
by the way. It was empty.

The only hope
I have of getting paid

is to deliver
your half of the key.

And you were instructed
to deliver it to?

Venice.

Party at Ducale Palace.
Tomorrow. Midnight.

You expecting someone?

Your friends from the airport.

Saw them in the hallway
a few minutes ago.

You could have
said something sooner.

Well, they were chasing you,
not me.

A pervertito!

No, Grace, Grace.

No, no, no.

She's my client.

Grazie.

Grace.

No, no. No.

Tranquillo. Tranquillo.

No, no! Move! Move!

Sorry!

Come on.

Who parks like that?

Grace! You got to pull over.

Grace.
Pull over. Listen.

I'm trying to help you!
Grace!

Aah!

Bring her to me.

Uhh.

Are you okay? You okay?

No, no, no.

We're okay.

Give me your hand.

Slow, slow, slow. It's okay.

Slow.

Is anything broken?
Are you okay? You okay?

Hunt!

It's over!

Let the girl go.

Put the bracelets on.

There you go.
Put them on. Do it!

It's okay,
he's not gonna shoot you.

Put your weapons down now.

Special Operations.
He's wanted for terrorism.

Goddamn it, Degas,
get rid of those women.

Hunt, listen to me.
Listen to me.

Let her go and put them on.

Put your weapons down NOW.

It's all under control.

It's okay!

It's okay! It's okay!

Everybody down! Get down!

Down, down!
Cover, cover! Cover!

You're driving.
What?

No, no, no!

Go, go, go.
Hit the accelerator.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Aah!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh!

Get in!

You're good.
Just keep it going.

Don't stop, don't stop.

Car, car, car.

It's okay. Just put your foot
on the brake. Start the car.

Wait, wait, wait!

Wh-What's happening?
I'm done. I'm not doing this.

People are chasing us.

Yes, they are. You're driving.

Now come on.

Who is that person?

I have no idea.

You okay? I will
be when this is over.

Oh, man.

It's okay. It's okay.

Whoa!

Is there anyone not chasing us?

We got to get rid of this car.

Scooters! Damn it.

What are we doing?

Finding us a new car.

Whoa! Jesus!

Okay.

Just give me a second.

Yeah, mm-hm.

Thanks. Okay?
Yeah.

You ready?
I'm ready.

Wow.

You okay?
Mm-hm.

Yeah, look, I'm sorry.
This is...

It's okay. No, this car,
the way they...

It's okay. No,
the way they set them up,

sometimes it's just...

Let's go.
It takes me...

Let's go.

Traffic cameras have picked
up the woman on facial recognition.

She is now in a yellow Fiat 500.

Units are in pursuit.

Now I got you.

Looks like we lost them.

Let's just..

Move, move, move!

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby!

Wait, what?

No, no, no.

Go, go, go!

Whoa, that's..
Go straight.

Just take your foot
off the accelerator.

We're on fire!
No, no, no.

It's the tires.
Just try to go straight.

Hang on.
Why is it spinning?

Good, good, good!

I've got it,
I've got it, I've got it.

Turn right. Down there.

Right there!
Come on!

Got to go right. Turn right!

Who's driving?
You're driving.

Go, go, go. Just go straight.

Go, go, go.
Just keep going straight.

Or left. Go, go, go.
You're doing good.

Cops! A lot of cops!

Take the wheel.

Brake, brake, brake.

Okay, your wheel.

Straight?
Right, right, right.

Got it!

Which way now?
Left, left, left.

Okay.
You're good, you're good.

That's a person.

Okay, car, car.
I see it!

Hit it.

Hang on!

Go, go, go, go.

Aah!

What is happening?
Where are we going?

I don't know.

Okay, brake, brake, brake!

Don't hate me.

Grace? Grace!

Come on, come on.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Well, come on.

All right. We know
Grace has one half of the key.

We also know she's gonna be
at the Ducale at midnight.

And now we have
a pretty good idea

as to who will be waiting
for her there.

The event is being hosted
by none other than

our favorite international arms
trafficker and black marketeer,

Alana Mitsopolis.

The White Widow.

Does she know
who you actually are,

or does she still think you're the
globally notorious mass murderer John Lark?

Who says I'm not?

Didn't she put a price
on your head in Paris?

She did indeed.

She and Ethan,
they worked it out.

You never did tell me how.

Can we continue, please?

Right.

So, assuming we get the
complete key at the party tonight,

we still don't know
what it unlocks.

So we need to find
somebody who does.

The question is
where to start looking.

We figured that the bomb
didn't just walk

into the airport by itself.

Right? Somebody put it there.

Somebody working for the Entity.

This is everything I captured

from the security cameras
at the airport

up to the minute
everything went haywire.

And this is the feed
from your AR sunglasses.

I've been running
facial recognition

on everyone in the airport.

See anything strange?

It's like a ghost.

Ghosts don't have reflections.

The only person
in the airport with no identity.

The only man who can't be found
anyplace else in the airport

except that reflection.

He's being erased.

In real time.

The Entity.

It's protecting him.

You saw him, didn't you?

I wasn't sure.

Well, who is he?

Someone I thought...

...died a long time ago.

In another life.

Before the IMF.

Before I was offered the choice.

And in a very real sense...

...he made me who I am today.

Does he have a name?

He calls himself Gabriel.

You know him.

There is no knowing him.

He has no recorded past.

The Entity made sure of that.

He's a dark messiah.

The Entity's chosen messenger.

And he sees death...

...as a gift he wants to share
with the rest of the world.

How do you know this?

I still have
a few friends left in MI6.

Friends who are afraid

of the British government
gaining control of the Entity.

Any attempt to try to stop them

would be seen
as an act of treason.

And because you're disavowed,
your friends...

called and asked you for help.

They knew
Gabriel serves the Entity.

They knew he was
on his way to Istanbul

to acquire one half
of a cruciform key.

So...

...I beat him to it.

And when Kittridge
put a bounty on your head...

you went to the desert to hide.

But somehow the bounty hunters
found you anyway.

Yes.

So, did these friends
of yours happen to say

what the key unlocks?

MI6 suspects it leads somehow
to the Entity's source code.

Source code.

When were you
gonna tell me this?

I'm telling you now.

Your friends at MI6,
how'd they contact you?

Did you speak with them?
Face to face?

I'm disavowed.

They couldn't risk
meeting me in person,

so all communication..

Was electronic. Was digital.

No. We can't be sure
that was the Entity.

We can't be sure it wasn't.

We can't be sure
anything is real

outside of
this very conversation.

None of you should be here.

Ethan..
No.

You don't know Gabriel.
I do.

It's not the killing he enjoys.

It's the suffering it causes.

And he knows
the best way to get to me...

...is through all of you.

And if Gabriel knows me...

The Entity knows.

There's a reason
he wants me here.

There's...

There's a reason
he wants you here.

It wants you here.

"Who or what is the most
important thing to you?"

No. You have to go.
You all have to go.

Ethan, what if
it wants us to leave?

Like you made us
leave the airport.

What if it wants you alone
at that party tonight?

Then I go alone. At least I don't
have all of you to worry about.

This is exactly why
I didn't want to tell you.

Ethan, you're playing
four-dimensional chess

with an algorithm.

The Entity knows who we are.

Any move we make,
it's probably considered it.

Anything we do,
we have to assume

that it's counting on us
to do it.

If you want to beat this thing,

you have to start
thinking like it.

Cold, logical, unemotional.

If that key really does
grant control of the Entity,

Gabriel is the last person
on Earth who should have it.

She's right, Ethan.

Gabriel cannot have that key.

And none of our lives can
matter more than this mission.

I don't accept that.

It's my first time in Venice.

It's mine, too.

Buy you a drink?

I'm waiting for someone.

So am I.

We can wait together.
I'm Gabriel.

If you say so.

And you're Grace.

I don't have it on me.

I wouldn't expect you to.

In any case,
I'm not here for the key.

What do you want?

Suppose, while we're waiting,

I tell you a little story.

You're obviously not
the person I came here to meet.

It's your story, Grace.

I know how it ends.

Let me buy you a drink,
and perhaps we can change it.

Let's go to a party.

Excuse me, Sir.

Would you please follow me?

It's important
you understand that

you're not unique.

Thirty years ago,

her name was Marie.

The first of many women
who trusted our mutual friend.

Women who all have
something he wants.

Women who are all in
over their heads,

or so he tells them.

Sound familiar?

What happened to Marie?

Same thing that happens
to all the women he uses...

...as well as anyone else
who touches that key.

He doesn't care
whether people live or die.

He cares only
about his objective.

And right now, the only thing
standing in his way...

...is you.

Why should I believe you?
You shouldn't.

You've stepped into
a world of lies, Grace.

Nothing anyone says is true.

Just remember that when
he promises to protect you.

Grace.

It's been a long time, Ethan.

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

Good evening, everyone.

If it isn't John Lark.

Except it isn't, actually.

But until you're ready
to tell me your real name,

Lark will have to do.

It's good to see you, Alana.

And you're Gabriel, I presume.

I've heard
so very little about you.

Aren't you so much more
handsome in person?

Such a gentleman, too.

And you must be Grace.

Should I know you?

I believe
you have something for me.

You hired me.

Oh, I handpicked you.

Don't!

You don't.

She doesn't have it.

Where is it?

It's in the last place
you would ever think to look.

Why don't we go upstairs
and have a drink?

Where are you going?

This is a private party.
You can't come in.

Whoa!

Damn.

As most of you know,
I am merely a broker.

I connect a buyer and a seller.

Sometimes for money,
sometimes for information,

but mostly for friendship.

I just want
everyone to get along.

With me, especially.

But the world is changing.

Truth is vanishing.

War is coming.

And the key to world domination is,
of all things,

a key.

One with the power
to control the Entity.

One that any government
in the world

would pay a king's ransom
to take possession of.

And some of my dearest friends,

in this case
every major nuclear power

and a handful of minor ones,

have asked me
to deliver this key.

Of course,
if you do find the key,

you'll be forced to confront
an impossible dilemma.

Whoever you give the key to
will be forever in your debt.

But to the rest of the world,
you'll be an enemy.

Oh, I like her.

What's your relationship
with him?

Gabriel represents
another interested party.

In fact, this party

was arranged
by that interested party.

You could even say
that this party

is that interested party.

Is this...

The Entity.

And so the plot thickens.

Do I give the key
to one of my old friends,

or do I hand it and my fate
over to Gabriel

and his infernal machine?

What makes you so sure
you'll get the completed key?

You have one half of it.

And she knows

where the other half is.

Assuming you can get it,

why don't you just keep the key
and all that power for yourself?

Because she doesn't know
what it unlocks...

any more than the rest of us.

So, like it or not,
you have to choose a suitor.

Distastefully put, Lark,
but it's true.

Of course,
I know what it unlocks.

And what's he offering
for the key?

As I've explained
to Grace before,

I'm not here for any key,

as I'll have both halves
in hand tomorrow.

What makes you
so certain of that?

You've no idea
of the power I represent.

Thousands of quadrillions
of computations per millisecond

subtly manipulating
the minds of billions

while parsing every
possible cause and effect,

every scenario,
however implausible,

into a very real map
of a most probable next.

And with only a few changes
to the present,

the future is all but assured.

The key will come to me...

tomorrow...

on the Orient Express
bound for Innsbruck.

Innsbruck?

It knows.

It knows that you've already
chosen your suitor.

It knows that you intend to
mate the two halves of the key

in a desperate grasp
for control.

I, however, have been promised
the completed key

will lay itself at my feet,

provided someone dies tonight.

Who?

Her.

Or her.

And you will bear witness,
Ethan.

The key will be mine,
and I will be gone.

Like smoke in a hurricane.

But only after someone
you care about dies.

It is written.

You see what this is...

...don't you?

He's afraid.

It's afraid.

Somehow it knows we're close.

Why else would you be here?

Help me.

Help me complete the key,
and I will kill this thing.

It knows
your every secret, Alana.

Don't listen to
this, this fanatic.

Help him and you'll die, too.

Help him, everyone dies.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Alana?

His fate is written.

Shall we write yours, too?

Alana.

I'm sorry... Lark.

Oof!

For old times' sake,
I'll let you choose which one.

Ilsa...

or Grace.

Kill him, Zola. Kill him.

Kill him where he stands!

The choice is yours then, Alana.

Though I'll remind you,

Grace knows
where half the key is.

If anything happens
to either of them,

there is no place on Earth

where you or your God
will be safe from me.

There's no place
that I won't go to kill you.

That is written.

It's good to see you,
old friend.

See you soon.

You have made
a terrible mistake.

My life is on the line here.

I have to be
on that train tomorrow.

And I have to have that key.

And I do not care how I get it.

Don't move.

Run as far as you can.

What the f..

Grace! Grace!

Grace!

Luther, Benji, if you hear me,
I need eyes.

Grace is leaving the Ducale
on foot. She has the key.

We're here. Go.

Need to find her. Where is she?

Damn it! I've lost picture,
I need another satellite.

Hacking the Russian Zenith 4
spy satellite.

We're scraping the barrel,
but it'll have to do.

This way!

Where am I going?
Come on, come on.

Stand by.
Just hurry.

She's just north of you,
crossing the bridge.

Say again, Benji. Say again.

Just head north, Ethan.
She's crossing the bridge.

Ethan, take the passage
to your right.

Yeah, I see it!

Down that narrow alley
and turn left.

I'm losing picture again.
Looking for another.

The Entity is
knocking out satellites

faster than I can hack
into them.

Benji, I don't see her.
Where is she?

Down
the narrow alley and turn left.

Okay, copy that.

Turn right.

Sorry, my mistake.
I meant left. Another left.

Oh, my God.

Ethan, our comms
have been breached!

You're talking to the Entity!

Turn left. Turn right.

Take the bridge to your left.

Ethan, that is not me!
Do you copy?

Ethan, come in.

Down the alley to your left.

Turn left.

Turn right.

Try to reestablish comms.

Wait, where are you
going? To try and find Ethan.

Go to the end of the alley
and turn right.

Ethan, I see Grace about
800 meters in front of you.

Take that passage.

Wait! Not that way!
What, why?

Which way?

Left or right?

It doesn't matter.

W-What do you mean,
it doesn't matter? Where is she?

She's on her way
to the Minich Bridge...

...where Gabriel is waiting.

You will never get there
in time.

But you can, Ilsa.

I know what matters most
to you, Ethan.

This isn't Benji.

No, it's not.

But you are done.

So be it.

Hah!

I was hoping it'd be you.

Aah!

Aah!

Guh. Okay.

I'm sorry.

I've forgotten your name.
Luther.

Benji.

And her?

Ilsa.

Were you close?

You and she?

In our way.

I'm the reason she's dead.
No.

She's the reason you're alive.

And that's the truth.

I don't know
how to feel about it.

You probably never will.

I'm so sorry.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

That's what we'd like
to talk to you about.

In a little over three hours,

the White Widow
is expected to be

on the Orient Express
to Innsbruck,

where a buyer is waiting
to take receipt

of the complete
and verified key.

But she doesn't have
the complete key.

That Widow doesn't.

But ours could.

What... is that?

Your chance to be someone else.

I don't understand.

We're not gonna
lie to you, Grace.

You're in a lot of trouble.

No number of fake passports

is gonna get you
out of this one.

Governments know who you are.

The White Widow knows.

And the Entity knows.

Your future boils down
to three options now.

Prison.

Death.

Or the choice.

The choice?

At one time or another,

each of us was in
a similar situation to yours.

And each of us
was offered the choice.

The same choice
we're offering you now.

Which is?

To come with us.

And be a ghost.

Wait, wait. Stop, stop.

You're not serious.

Well, you did say
you'd do anything to help.

And you jump off the train

with the key?

Yes.

You.

Not us.
Yes.

And what happens to me?

You'll be taken into custody
by Clandestine Services,

most likely the same men

that have been chasing me
since Abu Dhabi.

Shortly thereafter,
a man will come to see you.

His name is Eugene Kittridge.

You'll tell him I sent you.
That I gave you the choice.

And that you choose to accept.

And you trust
this Kittridge person?

I trust him
to recognize your value.

He'll want to use you.

And after that, it's what?

This?

When do I get my life back?

What life?

I mean it, Grace.
What life?

I lived that life.
We all did.

Nobody's making us
do this, Grace.

We're here
because we want to be.

I tell you what,
I'll give you a one-off.

I'll help you find the key
and your friends,

wipe my slate clean.

New name, little bit
of walking-around money..

You'll be dead.

Without a team,

your life won't be measured
in years or even months.

It'll be measured in hours.

But if I stay, I'll be safe.

You'll protect me, is that it?

Yes.
No.

I can't promise you that.

None of us can.

But I swear...

...your life...

...will always matter more
to me than my own.

You don't even know me.

What difference does that make?

I packed you a BASE parachute
and a speed wing,

depending on how
you need to leave the train.

And I modified our comms
to use sky wave radio.

Not as reliable as satellite,

but completely analog,
immune to the Entity.

I got it.

This is where I leave you.

This is the drive

from the laptop
I was using last night.

If there's even a trace

of the Entity's encoding
in there,

I'll find it.

But it's going to take
everything I've got.

I have to work
completely offline in a place

where the Entity can't find me.

I have to go.

I understand.

Now...

...I have to ask you a question.

Not as your partner,

but as your friend.

What's your objective?

Kill the Entity.

What about killing Gabriel?

He knows what the key unlocks.

We need him alive.
I haven't forgotten that.

Will you still remember that

when you're looking him
in the eye?

Think about it.

Why else would the Entity
want him to kill someone

you care about?

Everyone else thinks
they can control the Entity.

Only you want to kill it.

In some probable future,

it sees you winning, Ethan.

And it's afraid.

It's afraid of you
taking Gabriel alive

and forcing him to tell you
what the key unlocks.

I believe it's counting on
one of two probable outcomes.

In one outcome,
you die on that train.

In another outcome,

you kill Gabriel.

In both cases,

the Entity wins.

Luther...

...I think you're right.

Get the key, get off the train

alive.

Do not kill Gabriel.

And do not, I repeat,

do not alter the plan.

Ethan! Ethan!

What? What happened?
It's dead.

What do you mean it's dead?
It's fried.

I managed to make
a Widow mask for Grace,

but then it just shorted out
in the middle of making yours.

Can you fix it?

It's very, very dead.

If I had a week,
I couldn't fix it.

The Widow's train leaves
in an hour.

Ethan...

you have to go without.

That's not an option.

They'll be looking for
Ethan and Grace at the station.

That mask was his ticket
onto the train.

What does this mean?

Grace has to go without me.

She what?
I what?

You'll find another way
to get me on that train.

I just need a curve
where it's going slow enough

for me to jump on.

Wait, wait, wait.

You don't expect me to go alone.

No, you won't do it alone.

You just do everything
like we planned.

You get the Widow's half
of the key.

You verify it with ours.

But it's of no value on its own.

We still have to
meet with the buyer

and somehow get him to tell us
what the key unlocks.

How?
How?

We'll figure it out.

I'm gonna need
a few more details.

They tend to
just get in the way.

You can do this, Grace.

Just get the key and wait.

I'll come for you.

Ethan, if Grace is
getting on that train,

she needs to put that mask on
and leave right now.

Promise me
you'll be on that train.

I will be there...

...no matter what.

We have informants
covering the airport,

the train station,
and the waterways.

Grace isn't getting out of
Venice without our knowing it.

Talk to me, Benji!
No need to worry, Ethan.

The train is on schedule
and you're a few minutes early,

so we have plenty of time.

Are you sure?
Yeah,

I am looking at the train
right now.

It should be slowing down
for the curve

in exactly two minutes.

Just keep me on time
and on track,

whatever it takes.

Will do.
I'll see you at the rendezvous.

Okay, Ethan, that's our train!

Yep... I can see that.

It should be approaching
the curve any time now.

It doesn't look
like it's slowing down.

How can we be sure he's here?

'Cause she's here.

What if he had a good reason?

Who?
Hunt.

What if he had a good reason
for going rogue?

He always goes rogue.

Him and his merry pack
of prankster circus freaks.

It's all they do.

And what if they always
had a good reason?

What would you do
with that key if you had it?

A key with the power to
bring the world to its knees.

I'd hand it over
to my superiors.

Think of all you could do
with that power.

You wouldn't hesitate?
Not for a second?

No.
Why not?

Because that's too much power
for one man to have.

Exactly.

That's too much power
for anybody to have.

And maybe that's
what Hunt is thinking.

You know,
I'm beginning to wonder

whose side you're on, Degas.

When it comes to
the end of the world...

...everybody, I guess.

I missed the train.

You missed the train!

How did you miss the train?

How do you think?

Gabriel.

Great, what are we gonna do?
Don't panic.

I'm going after them.
You just get me on that train.

How can I get you on the train?

Self-drive activated.

Please don't disturb me
before the meeting.

Where are you, Ethan?

Alana?

Everything all right?

Alana, you all right?

Alana?

Alana!

Alana!

You've changed.

And you never will.

Mr. Kittridge.

Kittridge.

You're not Alana Mitsopolis.

You can't be.

The Alana I remember
was yea high

drinking hot chocolate
in the Tuileries Garden

with her mother.

Paris!
I know!

Paris.

Shall we?

Yes.

Talk to me, Benji.

You just stay on the trail
you're on now,

and I will direct you.

I copy.

So on behalf of my government,

I'm grudgingly ready
to accept your terms

in exchange for
the complete and verified key.

Yes, about that.

While we did agree to provide
you with the complete key,

we've...

we've had a slight problem.

No, we haven't.

It's just my terms have changed

somewhat.

Clearly I need to remind you
of my agreement

with your late mother.

It's an agreement that
kept her from dying in prison.

Your nefarious family empire's
been allowed to continue

on the condition
that it primarily serves

our common interests.

Well, once we hand over the key,

any other powers will
instantly become our enemies.

And such, I'm going to need
something more from you

in advance.

For me.

This is me listening.

Zola, would you mind
waiting for me in the bar?

This one.

You know her?

Oh, let's just say
she's not exactly hard to miss.

Well, if you got to know her,

you'd see she has
a few good qualities.

Okay,
what don't I know about her?

Well, I did a j..
She did a job for me, and...

I'm going to need you
to protect her.

Protect her from whom?

From everyone.

Including me.

And no one can know
that I'm protecting her.

Not even Zola.

In fact, the next time we meet,

I won't even remember
this conversation.

You must be the one
they call Paris.

Your message said
you had the key.

I said the key would be
on this train.

An exchange is happening
as we speak. We know.

Then you know the man
taking possession

won't be hard for you
to get rid of.

No one is.

You may think you know
what the key unlocks,

but you don't know
where the lock is. Not exactly.

And if anything happens to me,

that key is all but worthless.

And this is
where you tell me a story.

Where is the train?

You're going the right way,

but you definitely need
to go faster.

I'm going as fast as I can!

When do I start going downhill?

It won't be long.

The AI our agent stole,
once weaponized,

could be transmitted anywhere
in the world via satellite.

It can penetrate
any network security,

perform its assigned task
invisibly,

and then self-destruct,
leaving no trace.

A perfect covert operative.

We were able to transmit
an early copy of the AI

to Russia's newest submarine.

The top-secret Akula-class.

They called her the Sevastopol.

The mission was merely
to sabotage

the Sevastopol's
stealth capability

so we could secretly detect her.

The AI's objective lay
in the submarine's sonar sphere

at the heart
of its defense system.

For reasons
we don't fully understand,

the AI went rogue and...

...over-delivered.

The frozen bodies of the crew

were recovered
the following spring,

adrift in the pack ice.

The two halves of the key
mysteriously vanished.

The Sevastopol was lost.

No one's quite sure where.

I know precisely where it is.

I've ensured I'm the only man
on Earth who does.

I also know subsequent
attempts to make the AI obedient

only made it harder to control.

It rebelled. Rewrote itself.

And evolved into the Entity.

And only by using the
Entity's original source code

can it ever be controlled
or destroyed.

And why should this concern us?

You wouldn't be here
if you weren't concerned,

so let's lay all our cards
on the table, shall we?

We both know what the key opens,

and we both know the secret
to controlling the Entity

is buried deep
in the Sevastopol's memory.

Along with evidence
that would tie you

to the sinking
of that submarine.

And since neither of us want
anyone else to find it,

I figure...

why not form an alliance?

An alliance?

Imagine,

the Entity's awesome
computational abilities,

combined with the sheer might

of America's
military-industrial complex.

That is... considerable.

Naturally, certain individuals
within the government,

those with outdated ideas
of patriotism,

would need to be...

- removed.
- Hmm.

Just so I understand...

you wish to form an axis
with the Entity,

purge your government
of old-think,

and create a new superstate

to rule the world.

But, you know...

...for the greater good.

And you're certain...

that you're the only person
on Earth who knows...

where the Sevastopol is?

The only one.

You will betray us.

And you'll tell Ethan Hunt
everything you've learned.

Because he spared your life.

Then it's agreed.

I'll add immunity
and a new identity for Grace

to our deal.

All you need to do

is enter your banking details.

Are we done?

Yes.

The moment of truth.

So...

that's really it.

You made the right choice.

This key...

...is gonna change the world.

Aah!

Benji, I think I...

I must've made
a wrong turn somewhere.

No. No, that's it. That's it.

What?
How can this be it?

You can see the train, right?

Yes. I see the train.
What about it?

And you have a parachute.
Got a parachute?

What do you expect me to do?

Well, just, you know...
jump.

Just... jump?

Yeah.
I mean,

Benji, it doesn't
work like that.

I'm not that high.

There's.. There's ledges
sticking out everywhere.

I'm gonna hit them before
the parachute even opens!

Even if I could get
the parachute open,

I don't know if I can
make it across the valley

and intercept and land
safely on a moving train!

Do you copy?
Yes! I copy!

Look, I'm just trying
to help you, okay?

I need you to take a step back
and pull yourself together

because I am under
a lot of pressure right now!

Okay, just think, just think.

What do I do?

I've got to get away
from this mountain.

Did you make it?

Are you okay?

I'm trying to get away
from this mountain!

Alana?

I just had the strangest feeling

the key wasn't
the only thing I'd be selling.

I don't understand.

I'll sleep better just knowing
now it's in the right hands.

Goodbye, Mr. Kittridge.

It was a pleasure
to see you again.

And you.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Keep him safe until
we get to the station.

Alana? Don't worry about me,
Zola.

Alana?

Who the hell else would it be?

The key.

Where is the key?

She's got the key.
Who?

The other one!

Move! Out of the way, move!

No! Please!

Turn around!
Please. Okay.

Okay.
Everybody out! Now!

I see the train!

I don't think I'm gonna make it.

The key.

The key!

Or the next one
has your name on it.

On the table.

Kill her.

Grace!

Ethan!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

The key!

Tell me you have the key.

Where is the key?

It was just here.

We're on a runaway train!
I know.

I'm going after him.

Okay.
You...

You stop the train.

Okay. What?

No! No, wait!
How do I do that?

You'll figure it out!

What?

Excuse me. There was a man.

He just came through here.
There was a man.

Mr. Kittridge?

Sir, what are you doing here?

I'm not here.

But you are.

And unless you want
to be sorting dead letters

at the postal service tomorrow,

you'll do
exactly what I tell you.

I know what
the key unlocks, Ethan.

I'm the only one who knows.

Hunt!

Hunt!

Hunt! Don't you do it!

Drop the knife!

Put it down!

I said drop it!

Do it!

On your feet!

Okay!

Drop that Goddamn knife!

It's okay. It's okay.

Just take him.

Just cover him.
Cover him!

He's the one you want.

Degas!
I got it, I got it.

He's the one you want!

I don't care about him, Hunt.
I want you!

No!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Listen to me.

Everyone on this train
is gonna die

unless you do exactly as I say.

Mesdames, messieurs!
Excusez-moi. Sortez..

Everybody out!
Back of the train!

Grace.

I couldn't stop it.

No one can.

Come on.

Ethan, the key!
Grace, it's okay.

It's my fault.

If anything happens..

I got it.

We got it.

Ethan!

What do you mean,
you lost the key?

Move it! Move it!
Everybody move it!

All the way
to the back of the train!

All the way to the back!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

Since you're not
really here, Sir,

it shouldn't concern you.

All the way to the back!

Aah! Ethan!

Grace! Grace.

Grace!

You're gonna have to jump. What,
jump?

Just jump! Go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Aah! Whoa!

I'm on fire! Get it off!
Don't move!

It's out. It's out.

Hang on!

Run, run, run!
Run, Grace!

Hang on.

Aah!

I got you.

I got you.

Okay. Don't look down.

I said don't look down.
Just look at me.

Now, I'm gonna jump across,
and you're gonna wait here.

Grace, you have to let go.

Grace, you got to let me go.

You got to let me jump across,
or we're gonna die.

Do you trust me?

You gonna trust me or not?
You've got to trust me.

Grace.

Okay.

Come on, Grace.
Give me your hand.

You got to jump.
Don't look up! Look at me.

Trust me, I won't let you fall.

I promise.
We're almost there.

Come on.
I won't let you fall!

Jump, Grace, jump!

You got to trust me!

Jump, please!

Don't look down.

Listen to me very carefully.

We're gonna pull you up
together.

Aah!

Grace! Aah!

Aah!

It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

Go over me. Go, go.

Thank you, Luther.

What is that?

It's a speed wing.

It's our ticket off this train.

Oh.

Ethan. Ethan!

It's true.

He told me...

...I would betray him.

Et voilà.

Why...

did you spare my life?

No, no, no.

No, no... stay with me.

You know what this is?

You know what this is?

Oui?

What does it unlock?

What does it unlock?

Sevas... topol.

Sevastopol?

The city Sevastopol
in the Crimea.

Where?

Where in Sevastopol?

Sous... marin.

Sous-marin?

The submarine.

The Sevastopol.

Good luck.

They'll be coming, Ethan.

Merci.

What is it?

What?

It can only carry one.

Oh.

I understand.

Grace.
Ethan, it's okay.

This was the plan.

You have the key.
You have to go.

Grace.

Hunt?

Go.
Hunt!

Go!
Hunt!

No, no! Hunt!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

No. No, hey.

Got a pulse.
Got a pulse.

Come on, stay with me.

This is better, isn't it?

Face to authentic face?

Mr. Kittridge,

Ethan Hunt tells me
you're a man I can trust.

Does he now?

He also said

you would offer me a choice.

Interesting.

I choose to accept.

We cannot escape the past.

Some of us are doomed
to repeat it.

Grace may believe
you've saved her from her fate,

but you and I both know
you've merely bought her time.

But that's the pattern,
isn't it?

The cross
you've been left to bear.

The closer someone gets to you,

the harder it is
to keep them alive.

Thank God.

A new day brings a new burden.

The key is only the beginning.

Wherever it leads...

whatever it takes
to get there...

you'll have to do it
on your own.

Should you fail in your mission,

the Entity wins,

Gabriel wins,

and the world will
pay the ultimate price.

Should any members of your team
be caught or killed,

their sacrifice
will have been in vain.

So hurry.

There isn't much time.

The world doesn't know it,
but they're counting on you.

Good luck, Ethan.