All language subtitles for Mission.Impossible.Ghost.Protocol.2011.1080p.BluRay.x264.DTS-FGT.eng

Hey, how did you open your cell door?

- Shh!
- Hey!

What are you doing?

Open Sector 2!

How did you get out?

Get back in your cell.

I told you, get back in your cell!

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

Sorry.

Send some guards in.

I'm trying.

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

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

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

Sound the alarm!

We've lost control!

Captain!

I'm in position.

Move to phase 2.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

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

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

Stay focused.
He knows where he's going.

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

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

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

Go to the extraction point, Ethan.

Go to the extraction point!

Oh, you're just going to wait.

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

Okay, fine. Fine! Fine!

There.

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

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

Why do you want to go in there?

Bogdan!

Sergei?

Time to go!

Now?

Yes, now!

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

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

Uh, we have a passenger.

Sergei!

Open all of them!

Oh God!

Oh God oh God oh God…

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

Whoa!

Let's go…

Agent Hunt?

And you are?

Agent Carter.

Okay.

Who's your pal?

I'll tell you on the way!

Light the fuse.

Sergei, what's going on?

It's OK, Bogdan.

I don't mean to bring up
the elephant in the room,

but what's with the big, hairy Russian?

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

So we're gonna give him his freedom.

Did you call in the sweepers?

On their way.

Good, good.

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

Oh, I passed the field exam.

Crazy, right?

Yeah. Crazy.

- DNA test.
- It's me.

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

- You're very thorough.
- Sergei?

Are you not Russian?

Relax.

Sweepers approaching! Brooms are out!

- Roger that.
- Sergei.

Are you not Sergei?

You'll be fine.

Bogdan.

I always take care of my friends.

My friend.

Messy bringing him along.

I thought it went rather well.

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

Mind telling me why you broke me out?

This wasn't a rescue mission?

Uh, let me put it this way.

If the Secretary wanted me out of there,

it must be pretty bad out here.

We were after a file.

We lost it.

"We"? Who lost it? You?

Agent Hanaway.

Where's Hanaway?

It was a letter drop.

Classified file.

It should have been a simple intercept.

We knew which train
the courier was on.

Uh, ETA, two minutes on the courier.

But there was one thing we didn't know.

Bobcat, your train's six minutes out.

Who the courier was.

It's now or never, Bobcat.

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

Go ahead. Shoot.

We are out of time.

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

Marek. Stefanski.
For the love of God!

You got it?

Marek Stefanski.

Searching.

I'll take it from here.

Ow! Ow!

Hey, you all right, buddy?

Hanaway dropped the mark
and grabbed his bag.

Sit down. Catch your breath.

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

File secured.

But we weren't
the only ones after it.

Bobcat, someone else
has crashed this party.

I'm not alone.

Local police?

No. Armed hostiles.

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

Negative, Outrigger.

Rendezvous southwest corner,
60 seconds.

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

But it was too late.

No!

You're going to be okay.

You're so beautiful.

I'm sorry, I… I should have told you.

It was my op.

I put him in the field.

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

I'm sorry.

You know her?

That's Sabine Moreau. Contract killer.

Works for diamonds.

What was in the file?

Russian nuclear launch codes.

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

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

We know Moreau's
worked for him before.

What else does IMF know about him?

As much as you do now.

But if Moreau has nuclear launch codes,

you can bet Cobalt's gone
from a person of interest

to enemy number one.

We're here.

Agent confirmed.

Why was he in prison?

He disappeared after he and his wife…
You know.

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

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

Welcome back, Mr. Hunt.

In your absence,
IMF has learned that Cobalt is or was

a level-1 nuclear strategist
for Russian intelligence.

Therefore, the only way to uncover
his actual identity

is to infiltrate the Kremlin itself.

In order to get past their checkpoints,

you'll be impersonating
General Anatoly Fedorov.

We believe Cobalt
will do everything he can

to destroy any record of his identity.

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,

is to penetrate the highly-secured
archive inside the Kremlin

and retrieve Cobalt's file
before he can destroy it.

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

…4 hours 52 minutes…

…to infiltrate.

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

Agents Carter and Dunn.

As always, should you or any member
of your team be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This message
will self-destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan.

What do you got?

We're going into the Kremlin.

I thought you said "The Kremlin."

Okay.

This is very exciting.

Being out in the field.

With you, you know.

It's a bit of a dream for me.

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

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

Everybody gets to
wear a mask but Benji.

Sorry.

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

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

Okay, seven security guards.

X-ray machines. Cameras.
Metal detectors.

Just what we expected. We can do this.

Releasing in three, two, one.

Game face,
game face. Kremlin game face.

Uh…

General…

I am Major Egorov.

Your documents.

You should know your boss.

I can't find you.

Run it again…

…Private.

Egorov.

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

You're going to regret this, Egorov.

I think that went quite well.

Just shut it.

Sorry.

It's going to work.

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

You know, not working out.

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

I liked her, you know.

He's off the phone now.

It's empty.

The nest is empty.

Check in, Team Leader.

Over.

Repeat. Check in, Team Leader.

Have you made it to the Archive Room?

Captain! The Archive Room!

Run!

Someone is
piggybacking our frequency.

Team Leader,

awaiting your go-sign.
Standing by to detonate.

Abort.

Rendezvous nine-two.

Shut the gate!

Quickly!

Our media is no more
truthful than yours,

American.

But we both know
that the real cause of the explosion

was you.

Awaiting your go-sign, Team Leader.

Standing by to detonate.

The worst part for you,

"Team Leader,"

is I am the man assigned
to make you suffer for it.

For what you did to my country.

This is a hospital…

Not a night club.

Misha… help me here…

Room twelve.

The doctors say he's lucky to be alive.

Only a mild concussion.

I don't give a damn about his health.

I have questions that need answering.

Be careful!

Prepare a transport.

Check over there!

Not a good idea.

It seemed like one a minute ago.

All agents! Hot target heading west!

Consolidated Insurance.

How may I help you?

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

Rendezvous Alpha 113.

Confirmed. Alpha 113.

Details surrounding
the intricate system of gas lines

that run beneath the square
are still forthcoming,

but the majority of
those lines date back to the Soviet era

and have not been updated in at least…

Anna… Anna… I've been thinking…

It looks like we…

We should leave town
for a couple of days.

Alex, you, me. Vacations.

- Now?
- Tonight.

Why are you speaking in English?

Just…

Just the three of us.

…may not have been
an accident, but a targeted attack.

Preliminary numbers are just starting…

Where will we go?

…to come in regarding
those wounded in the blast.

We can confirm that 11 tourists…

Leonid?

…their nationalities still unconfirmed,

have been transported
to area hospitals for treatment.

While Russian officials
continue to blame a gas-main break,

experts are citing the shape of the blast
area and the size of the debris field

as more consistent
with that of a set explosive,

leading to speculation
that this may have been

an undeclared act of aggression.

Although the Defense Ministry
is maintaining

that this is strictly an accident…

Anna, pack a bag for Alex.

We're leaving now.

Anya!

We have work to do.

Mr. Secretary.

I wasn't aware you were in Russia.

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

Yesterday I flew in
to accept the Order of Friendship

from the Russian Prime Minister.

Now I'm headed back to Washington

to hand the President my resignation.

My Chief Analyst, William Brandt.

Do you have a pen?

- Pardon me?
- A pen.

Yeah.

Ethan, what happened in the Kremlin?

Chief Analyst, you say?

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

European male.

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

Who is he?

A crude drawing,
but by your description,

that could be Kurt Hendricks.

190 IQ. Served in
Swedish Special Forces.

Professor of physics,
Stockholm University.

Specialist in nuclear endgame theory.

Asked to resign…

Well, because he's crazy.

Cobalt.

You have to alert the Kremlin
that one of their strategists

has a nuclear launch device

and one of his operatives
has the codes to activate it.

And what makes you say that?

I saw him

leaving the executive armory,
bag in hand.

He set off that explosion
to cover his tracks.

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

Unless we tell them.

They won't listen to us.

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

The tension between
the United States and Russia

hasn't been this high
since the Cuban Missile Crisis.

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

The President has initiated
Ghost Protocol.

The entire IMF has been disavowed.

So what happens now?

Now, I've been ordered
to take you back to Washington,

where the DOD will label you
as a rogue extremist

and hang the Kremlin bombing
on you and your team.

Unless,

you were to escape

somewhere between here
and the airport,

having assaulted Mr. Brandt and me.

Sir?

You would then

illegally scrounge
whatever material you could

from a backup supply cache
that I've overlooked.

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

Sir, you may want to…

You will then disappear, and this
conversation never having taken place,

your intentions would be unclear.

But if any one of your team
is caught or killed,

they will be branded terrorists,

out to incite global nuclear war.

Your mission,

should you choose to accept it.

Ethan, you were my best man.

And I'm sorry it's come to this,

after all the sacrifices you made.

If we don't meet again,
I just want you to know,

I've always considered you a friend.

Stay down! Drive, drive, drive!

You okay?

Yeah.

Take a deep breath. Stay with me.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

What do we do?

Wait here.

Where else am I going to go?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Weapons down!

What are you firing at?

Two prisoners escaped
from Rankow Prison today.

And this one?

What do we know about him?

Why would that work?

Why would what work?

The flare on the body,
why would that work?

It did work.

- Yeah, I know, but…
- Hey!

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

I didn't. I played a hunch.

Okay. All right,
so what was your scenario?

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

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

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

- Thinking?
- Yeah.

I didn't assume
they were thinking.

I assumed they were shooting
at anything that moved.

I just gave them a target.
Look, these…

These guys aren't
Rhodes Scholars, you know?

It's really happening, isn't it?

Yeah.

Okay, you know what that sound is?

That's our ride out of here!

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

I see green!

Okay, let's do it.

Go, go, go, go.

All right, 47.

I don't see it.

47.

Oh, shit!

Whoa! Ho!

This is it. The manifest.

Enter your code.

Pole!

Ah!

Jeez…

Press enter.

Retinal scanner!

Huh?

Retinal scan required.

Watch out!

Retinal scan required.

Agent confirmed.

Ethan? Jeez, I thought you were dead!

- We are.
- Who's this?

Agents Dunn and Carter.
William Brandt, Chief Analyst.

Analyst?

Agent confirmed.

How will the world finally end?

It is my job to predict the unthinkable.

To treat the death of billions as a game.

After 20 years of this, I was numb.

Until a new question crossed my mind.

What happens after
the end of the world?

Are you sure your line is secure?

Every two or three million years…

Are you certain your line is secure?

…some natural catastrophe
devastates all life on Earth.

But life goes on.

And what little remains
is made stronger.

Put simply,
world destruction is an unpleasant,

but necessary part of evolution.

What happens then, I wondered,

when mankind faces
the next end of the world?

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

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

I looked to Hiroshima, Nagasaki…

I'll be waiting for your call.

…thriving cities rebuilt from the ashes,

monuments to the unimaginable,

dedicated to the concept of peace.

It occurred to me here
that nuclear war might have a place

in the natural order.

But only if it could be controlled.

Only if it touched
every living soul equally.

IMF now believes this man,
Kurt Hendricks,

is the nuclear extremist,
code name Cobalt.

Today he was seen leaving the Kremlin,

with what is likely
a nuclear launch device.

Two days ago, Sabine Moreau killed
one of our agents in Budapest

and relieved him
of Russian nuclear launch codes.

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

Marius Wistrom
is a known operative of Cobalt.

Wistrom is currently en route to Dubai.

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

He's sending Wistrom
to buy them from Moreau.

The Secretary

is dead.

The President
has invoked Ghost Protocol.

We're shut down.

No satellite, safe house,
support, or extraction.

The four of us
and the contents of this car

are all that remain of the IMF.

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

speak now.

Our mission is Hendricks.

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

Nothing can be left to chance.

Everyone connected with this man

is considered an asset with valuable
information about our target.

No one can know we're still on line.

We lose Hendricks now,
we lose him forever.

So, what's the play?

Wistrom will take delivery from Moreau
in 36 hours.

Now we cannot let
the launch codes leave the hotel,

but we need Wistrom
to lead us to Hendricks.

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

Or if he thinks he has them.

Our objective is to intercept the sale,

replace the authentic
codes with counterfeits

and follow Wistrom to Hendricks.

Well, that's simple enough.

We snatch the codes,
we gin up some fakes.

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

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

We take her out.

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

Discreetly?

Yeah.

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

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

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

Or Moreau.

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

After we hit Hendricks.

Only pack what we need.

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

So even if we can double
Wistrom and Moreau,

how do we keep them in separate rooms

while having them think that
they're in the same room?

We give the hotel a facelift.

Wistrom will think
he's arriving at Moreau's suite,

but, really, he'll be
walking into our decoy room.

Where I'll double Moreau.

Downstairs, Benji will double Wistrom.

Masks!

And meet with the real Moreau.

And, uh…

What am I doing?

You? You're the helper!

Helper. That's great.

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

The Burj Khalifa,
it's the tallest building in the world,

and you want to alter its infrastructure

with the hopes of convincing
two people that they've

had a meeting,
which actually really never happened.

Right?

Uh…

Oh!

Camels.

ETA on dry cleaning.

On my way up.

Okay, 34 minutes to door knock.

Wow, um…

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

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

What?

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

I mean, this would be a cinch

if I could call Youssef
back at headquarters,

but Youssef doesn't exist anymore,
and neither do we.

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

Then hardwire in.

And there's four layers
of next-gen security

between us and the server room.

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

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

we don't control the security cameras.

This operation is over
before it even begins.

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

"We"?

I'm… I'm on the computer.

I'm just, uh…

The helper.

What floor is it on?

Oh, 130.

130?

- Vent ducts.
- Pressure sensitive.

Not enough time.

- Elevator shaft.
- Infrared sensors.

Not enough time.

How am I supposed to do this?

God damn it!

Oh, that's high.

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

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

Easy way to remember, blue is glue.

- And when it's red?
- Dead.

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

Both going back here. One, two.

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

Okay? Comm check.

Yeah. Copy.

So…

It's 26 minutes to door knock.

Yeah.

25 minutes to door knock.

What the hell is that?

Yeah, what the hell is that?

It's a sandstorm.

It's a long way off, Ethan.

Shouldn't be a problem.

24 minutes to door knock.

Where's Ethan?

You've got to be kidding me.

23 minutes to door knock.

I'm at server level.

22 minutes to door knock.

The countdown is not helping.

I'm just saying.

I'm in.

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

Located server.

Please tell me we're online.

All right, we're live.

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

Time to redecorate.

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

Moreau is at the elevators
ahead of schedule.

Go.

We can't open this door, can we?

The door? No.

Ethan, you gotta get down here now.

Ethan!

Is there a problem? Ethan?

We're not gonna make it.

We have to make it.

Where's Ethan?

Your line's not long enough!

No shit!

Whoo!

That was not easy,

but I did it.

What'd I miss?

The lens might be
a little uncomfortable.

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

- All right?
- Mmm.

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

Blink twice to activate the shutter.

Notice the numbers are in order?

A perfect copy.

But the numbers are scrambled.

Masks?

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

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

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

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

No, it's the paper.

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

It just means
that you can track the documents

even if they switch briefcases.

Range?

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

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

Is that Wistrom?

Who's that with him?

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

Who's that with him?

That's Leonid Lisenker.
Polish-born cryptographer.

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

He's here to authenticate
the launch codes.

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

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

We're not blown.

He's in the elevator.

Delay them.

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

A couple of seconds. What for, though?

To make an exact copy
of the launch codes.

- What?
- You can't do that.

- Wistrom's on 22!
- Slow him down.

I'll do what I can.

Wait, wait. Ethan, hang on now!

Hang on. Just a second.

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

Yes. Reprogram the case.

Listen… Stop!

Just listen to what you're saying.

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

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

33 and climbing!

Brandt, use your head now.

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

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

You know that won't do it.

Failure to a terrorist
is just a rehearsal for success.

41!

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

He finds another way.

With no IMF to stop him.

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

Nothing can be left to chance.
You said that.

You're the analyst.

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

50!

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

You tell me that, I'll walk away.

- We go without.
- Without masks?

- Jane needs to go.
- Ethan!

We have no choice.

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

Face-first. Literally.

How do we know they've met?

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

Damn it.

We have no choice.

Goggles.

What if they have met?

Come in.

Which one of you is Wistrom?

Which one of you is Wistrom?

I am.

I admire your work.

Sit.

Where are my codes?

Where are my diamonds?

Close by.

You have my payment?

When I see the codes.

Not to worry. Come in!

I thought we could have tea.

Mademoiselle. Messieurs.

No diamonds, no codes.

No codes, no diamonds.

Kill this one.

We didn't come alone.

That hallway out there is a kill-box.

You know who we work for.

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

How good is your backup?

The best.

Hmm.

I've killed the best.

Do you care for some sugar?

Enough. Let's get this done.

You want payment, I want guarantees.

When he's authenticated the codes,

I'll make the call
and you get your diamonds.

That or

we all go home in buckets.

Nobody leaves this hotel alive.

Get the papers.

Is there a problem?

It's locked.

Ah, forgive me.
There must be a key.

One moment, huh?

Messieurs.

My mistake.
It is a combination, not a key.

You tell me the numbers.

They're good.

Zero.

Come on, come on, come on.

It was a pleasure doing business with…

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

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

Release Leonid's family.

Thank God.

You can thank him in person.

It was a pleasure
doing business with you.

Kill him!

Moreau's on the move!

I've got her.

Jane?

She's an asset!

I need her

alive!

Acknowledge!

Acknowledge!

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

Benji, slow him down.
Get me an elevator.

Find Leonid.

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

Is he still in the elevator?

Benji?

Ethan. Over?

Benji.

Benji, I lost…

Ethan, can you hear me?

Ethan, can you hear me? Over.

Jesus!

Sit down!

- Watch her.
- Why me?

Because if I do, I'll kill her.

Hold it, Team Leader.

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

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

We'll find out your lies soon enough.

Move it!

I'm sorry about this.

Leonid. Benji?

Go for Benji.

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

What?

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

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Jane! No!

Come on. Come on.

Now, what happened
with Moreau, Jane?

She couldn't help us with Hendricks.

So let's throw her off the building!

I didn't throw her.

Let's throw her off the building!

She was not the mission, Jane!

The mission was to track the file
back to Hendricks, who is in the wind

with nuclear launch codes!

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

Yeah, like you didn't notice
the open window,

or that we're about a mile up in the air!

It was an instinctive move.

It doesn't matter!

We're talking about a nuclear war.

The asset is more important than you.

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

We inherited you.

You're just a bureaucrat!

Better have good news for me.
Is he here?

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

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

And no one will be following me.

Just make sure no one's following you.

And how the hell
did the Russians find us?

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

You're in charge of covering our tracks.

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

You're not a technician anymore.
You're a field agent.

And you're just an "analyst."

Right?

Who are you really, Brandt?

- What are you asking?
- What am I asking?

Let me see if I can put it another way.

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

Well, we all have our secrets.

Don't we, Ethan?

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

I have friends in the region.
Just sit tight.

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

What about Hendricks?
What's the plan?

The plan was for us
to stop him together.

Well, what are you going to do?

Change the plan.

Wait. That's it?

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

Would you care to explain yourself,
Agent Brandt?

I was on a protection detail in Croatia.

Shadowing the assets,
husband and wife.

They were never supposed to know
we were there.

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

Three days in

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

But my team had it under control.

We knew they were coming.

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

I wanted to find a way to let them know.

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

One day, the husband decides
to leave the hotel and go for a run,

so I follow him,
and I leave two men with the wife.

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

Local police found her body
three days later.

What was left of her, anyway.

That was my last day in the field.

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

So what happened to the husband?

I never saw him again.

Until two days ago in Moscow,

when the Secretary
introduced me to Ethan Hunt.

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

Yeah, I heard that one,
too, Benji.

But, unfortunately, I was there.

Just like I was there
when the Secretary got the phone call

that Ethan was in custody for killing
six Serbian nationals in cold blood.

An unsanctioned hit.

Yeah.

Disavowed.

The next thing I know,

I'm on a plane to Dubai,

wondering the whole time, do I tell him?

How do I tell him?

That I'm responsible.

I could have warned him.

I should have warned him.

But I didn't.

And she died.

Sergei! Sergei, my friend!

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

How do I know it's him?

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

This is the guy!

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

So we can take these things off.

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

So, you work for
the American government.

And you're an arms dealer.

No, no, no. Sergei. Sergei.

He's "independent
defense coordinator." Right?

That you are. Very classy job.

Listen. He's a friend.

Those diamonds are for Bogdan.

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

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

You want something from me, you pay.

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

You're selling.

Selling what?

The future.

Yeah, I got all I need, thank you.

Our countries
are on the brink of war.

War is very good for business.

Nuclear war?

Go on.

I'm looking for a man
named Kurt Hendricks.

You may know him as Cobalt.

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

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

Go on.

He has a case, he has codes.

But they're worthless
without a tactical satellite.

I want to know where he'd get it.

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

And to your government,

a potential terrorist is a terrorist.

If you help me,

my friends become your friends.

Sorry.

I cannot help you.

I certainly cannot tell you
that Russia quietly sold

an obsolete tactical satellite
to a certain telecom in Mumbai.

And whoever gave them that idea?

An enterprising third party.

Working on commission.

Helping old friends. Making new ones.

Can the satellite be shut down?

That would take special skills,

and you cannot do it alone.

What's in the bags?

It's our gear.

How'd you get it?

Made a friend.

Well, I'm glad we could help.

You could help now.

Look, Ethan, before we…

Whatever happened, happened.

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

And we have to do it together.

Okay. So, where are we going?

India.

- India? India?
- Sure.

Okay. Great.

Love the jet.

Wait till you see the car.

Sidorov.

How have you been, old friend?

Oh, it's you.

I've been busy with other things.

But I'll be after you again soon enough.

I understand you're looking
for an American…

I am.

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

I am?

I can help you find both.

If… we can come to an understanding.

Brij Nath.

Brij Nath. Playboy.
Multimedia tycoon.

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

But it's built on illegally acquired

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

Hendricks needs it
to launch a nuclear strike,

and we have to shut it down
before he gets that chance.

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

One way or another.

And if I don't,

none of this works.

You can do this.

Yeah.

A week ago, I would have believed you.

I don't blame you for what happened.

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

let go.

Did it make you feel better?

When you killed the men
who killed your wife?

We can't get them back.

Okay, to shut down the satellite,

we have to manually tap into
the central server.

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

Drop down into the computer array,
and I'll catch you,

then move you along the relay room
and you jack into the panel.

Okay, so we enter the party
separately as guests.

Ethan quarterbacks while Jane…

Gets the codes from the billionaire.

I switch off the fan,
you jump into the computer array,

and I catch you,
you plug in the transmitter

then Ethan feeds me the codes which I
then use to pinpoint Hendricks' location.

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

The computer array part, where I just…

Jump?

- And I catch you.
- Yeah.

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

Well…

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

Yeah.

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

The science is sound. All right?

I'd be more worried about the heat.

And then there's that. What heat?

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

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

Of course.

Relatively, you know.

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

Uh, an oven, essentially.

Yeah. Essentially.

But, um, I'll catch you.

Great.

Aapka swagat hai, sir. Welcome, sir.

Comm check.

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

This is Pluto.

I have arrived at the party.

There he is.

Get us that code.

Venus moving in on target.

Hook's in.

You do make an impression.

Why am I Pluto?

It's not even a planet anymore.

Well, I think Uranus is available.

It's funny 'cause you said "anus."

I'm in position.

Sending in the Rover.

He's moving to you.

Give him your back.

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

Are you gonna be talking
the whole time?

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

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

Sure.

Impressed yet?

I'm more of a bourbon girl.

I'm Brij Nath.

Welcome to my humble home.

And Rover's in position.

Spinning down the turbine.

He's e-mailing.

Venus. Be Venus.

Be Venus.

Husband?

Boyfriend?

More of a

co-worker.

Saturn, take the leap.

Okay.

Jumping.

Jumping now.

Jump now?

Yes. Commit. Jump.

- Jump.
- Jump.

- And I catch you.
- Now.

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

Pretty sure.

Now you're pretty sure?

Jump.

Oh, God. All right.

Jump.

Jump!

Ow!

Jupiter, he's gone.

Did you jump?

Should I not have jumped?

'Cause I jumped!

Stand by.

I'm playing a hunch.

Don't hit me.

Hello?

My God, you are

a passionate creature.

I would like to show you
my collection of art.

I was waiting for you to ask.

Then you have to find me.

You're on.

I'm heading upstairs.

All right, now be careful,

because it's probably getting a bit hot.

We have to get to that satellite
before Hendricks does.

Look left. Look up.

I find your capricious passion intriguing.

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

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

Like all Indian men, I'm very hot.

Eight o'clock.

Hot! Very hot.

He's at your eight o'clock.

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

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

Ah! Too much, too much, too much!

I see you.

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

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

Saturn? How we doing
in the relay room?

In position.

I see the satellite.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

I don't think so.

Need those codes, guys.

All originals from Chhatarpur District.

You know, the Tantrics believe

that the Swadhisthana chakra hides
our most subconscious of desires.

Mmm.

Uplink to satellite.
Reboot to original military specs.

Download the virus.

What the hell is that?

What the hell is what?

It's going haywire!

It's downloaded a virus
from the satellite.

Hendricks is killing the server

before we can kill the satellite.

Hendricks is reprogramming
the satellite.

He's gonna have launch
capability in five minutes!

- Something wrong?
- No.

Jane, you gotta move.
We need that code.

Finally we're alone.

Venus, now's the time. Kick his ass

and get the code.

We are alone, aren't we?

No one will interrupt us.

Move and I break your neck.

The override sequence
for the relay station.

Say it now or never speak again.

The codes.

46, 82,

93.

Benji, what happened?

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

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

Benji, can you pinpoint
Hendricks' location?

Uh, Hendricks is signaling
out of a state-run

TV station 6.7 miles from here.

Send me the coordinates.

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

Back me up!

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

Sleep tight

Faster, Benji! Just straight through!

Wait! Stop!

Take me through!

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

I can't reach the top!

More fan! More fan!

More fan!

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

Brandt?

Brandt?

Next time, I get to seduce the rich guy.

Satellite weaponized and online.

Upload the new authentication codes.

Lock Russian Central Command
out of the system.

Isolate the sub.

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

That should start the ball rolling.

I'm here, Ethan.

How long until Hendricks
can launch a missile?

Less than 30 seconds!

We need another route.

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

We have uplink.

Ethan, Hendricks
has started the launch sequence.

How much time until missiles are flying?

Three minutes!

We're three and a half minutes out.

We can make it.

Captain…

Connect to Central Command
for launch verification.

Right away.

Proceed with Operation "Iron Fist".

Command to Launch is confirmed.

Cease all further communication.

Over and out.

Next left.

Proceed.

Ethan? We're too late.

The missile's in the air.

There has to be a way
to abort the warhead.

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

We're gonna get that case.

May there be peace on Earth.

Disable the relay.

Get Wistrom! Inside, inside!

Wistrom destroyed the relay.

Ethan went after Hendricks
and the case, but…

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

Can you fix it?

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

Wistrom!

- Jane!
- I'm okay.

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

You stay here and cover Benji.

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

We can do this.

Ow!

I'm taking that briefcase!

No! No!

He's been gone too long.

Damn it! Listen.

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

Mission accomplished!

Don't touch him!

This one is mine.

So, we are not enemies.

The phone call
from that arms dealer in Dubai.

You wanted me to find you.

How else to believe this?

Hospital?

And in other news, eight weeks later,

the debate continues.

Eyewitnesses remain adamant
that the object was some sort of aircraft,

but officials with the Department of
Defense insist it was simply a meteor

large enough to be
visible during daylight.

You actually said that.

Out loud.

"Mission accomplished."

I said it.

You're still corny, Ethan.

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

- Hey.
- This must be them.

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

I blew an entire weekend
on the bottom of the San Francisco Bay

no thanks to you clowns.

No, man, you know I got this.

I know. I'll see you in Kandahar.

Thanks for meeting me.

So, I hear the insurance
company's refusing

to pay the claim
on that car you crashed, Ethan.

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

Go figure.

How's the leg?

Still working.

You?

Healing.

I'm fine, by the way.

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

You know. Cold sweats.
Middle of the night.

All these people
are just happy and smiling

and they are completely
oblivious to the fact

that they were almost vaporized.

And if it hadn't been for…

Dumb luck?

Was it?

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

Disavowed.

And the only thing
that functioned properly

on that mission

was this team.

I don't know how we ended up together,

but I'm glad we did.

Your missions.

Choose to accept them.

Hey, look, I'm in.

Seriously. It's not as if any mission

is gonna be rougher
than the last one, is it?

I mean, that's just…

Bomb… Is it?

Thanks, Ethan.

Thank you.

Agent Hunt.

Agent Carter.

Brandt.

I'm not picking up that phone, Ethan,

because I don't think
you want me in the field.

I know your wife is dead.

I was there in Croatia.

I was there for one reason.

One.

And I failed.

It was my job to protect her.

How do you know she's dead?

There was a body.

Did you see it?

You killed those Serbians.

I had to get her back.

You were sent to Rankow Prison.

That was a sacrifice
I was willing to make.

IMF suspected Hendricks
had people in Rankow.

And six dead Serbians
was the ideal cover.

Waste not, want not.

The Secretary never told me.

I accepted the Rankow Prison mission
on one condition:

That no one could know
she was still alive.

But you're telling me.

When did you find out
that I was in Croatia?

I pulled your file after India.

Right.

So you had to fake your wife's death.

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

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

It's mine.

Okay.

So we're good.

We're good.

Come on!

Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

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

Now, an emerging terror
organization known as The Syndicate

has control of our entire drone fleet.
Their targets: Unknown.

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it…