- Can I get you anything? - No, thank you.
21's through here.
- He's recruiting. For what purpose? - Survival.
Too short-sighted. This guy initiates. The question is, what does he want?
Where does he need to get it? Barnes, what the hell is that noise?
- Fire alarm, Gene. - Do we have to evacuate?
Hey, where's the other guy?
- Zero body count. - We'll see.
Hi, there.
One, two, three.
Toast, toast.
- Check. - Good. Okay, Luther, I'm going in.
Everest, man. You ready to plant the flag?
- Damn. - Krieger, from now on, total silence.
He's rolling to you.
- He's at the voiceprint corridor. - William Donloe.
Outer room.
He's coming in the vault.
Come on, move.
He's in the bathroom.
A-W-9 -
- 6-B-6.
Holy mother of God.
A NOC list.
He's at the vault.
Four yellows.
One red.
Get moving.
Toast.
Oh, my God.
- It's for you. - Kittridge.
You and I know about this. That's where it stops.
- It never happened. - What about him?
I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day.
Are you contacting your buyer? Ethan?
Oh, excuse me. "Mr Hunt".
You're not going to any meeting without me.
My contact is extremely shy.
I don't think you're in any position to give orders.
- Not while I'm holding this. - Krieger...
Shut up.
- You mean this? - That's not the list.
You've never seen this trick?
Where did it go?
It's gone.
- What? - You... no?
But not too far.
I know what you're thinking.
"In the computer room, I was up here and he was down there."
"He was carrying two disks."
- It's hard to keep track of these things. - Where is it?
Do you actually think I'd let you have the NOC list?
Try any sleight of hand with my money and I'll cut your throat.
- On a cushy recruiting assignment? - Did they put you at the Plaza?
Drake Hotel, Chicago.
I'm so sorry.
Krieger was my call.
I'm sorry, Ethan.
We did what we had to do.
I'm going to try and get some sleep.
Krieger did have the NOC list?
Hold on to it. If you knew what you were getting into, you wouldn't have done it.
I'm not going to let this get out in the open.
Exactly. That's yourjob tomorrow on the train. Don't let it get out in the open.
- What is the range of this thing? - It's hard to tell. I'll have to be close.
The unlikely setting, a farm in the heartland of America, Wisconsin.
Here, Federal agents found the brains behind an international drug ring:
Margaret Ethan Hunt and her brother-in-law, Donald Hunt.
They were arrested this morning in a major sting operation -
- designed to expose the illegal manufacture of the drug "khat".
- What we have here is a case... - Kittridge.
I see you've been out visiting the folks.
It's Hunt. What do you need for a pinpoint?
Been watching a little TV?
Hauling Mom off to jail in shackles was an especially nice touch.
- He's in England. - Get Ml5.
My first order of business after you come in -
- is to have these ridiculous charges against your family dropped.
If you come in now, -
- we can play down the charges against you, as well.
- Can I ask you something, Kittridge? - Certainly, Ethan.
If you're dealing with someone -
- who's crushed, stabbed, -
- shot and detonated -
- five members of his own IMF team, -
- how devastated will you make him by arresting Ma and Uncle Donald?
I don't know, Ethan. Why don't you tell me?
Lost him. We needed three more seconds.
He wanted us to know he was in London.
You're a hard man to catch up with.
The next day I dragged myself back to the safe house.
- I checked our aliases. - And you picked us up in the States.
But you'd gone, and I could check just so many places.
Some European countries don't computerise customs records.
Once you turned up in England, it was easy.
- You know I like Liverpool St. rentals. - I showed them to you.
I remember.
A doctor's got to look at that. You can't sit up straight.
I can sit up straight. I just can't sit up straight very well. Sit down.
Ethan... I saw who shot me.
I saw the mole.
- It was Kittridge. - Kittridge...
Kittridge, Ethan!
Kittridge is the mole. My God. Of course, you're right.
He was at the embassy that night.
First he took out Jack, at the elevator.
He shot you on the bridge.
He must have had back-up to take out Golitsyn and Sarah at the fence.
How did he do Hannah?
No, he could've done Hannah himself.
Why, Jim? Why?
When you think about it, it was inevitable. No more Cold War.
No more secrets to keep from everyone but yourself.
Then suddenly the President is running the country without your permission.
The son of a bitch, how dare he? And you realise it's over.
You're obsolete hardware, with a lousy marriage and 62 grand a year.
Kittridge. We'll go after the no-good son of a bitch, big time.
We won't have to. He'll come after us.
- What's going to make him do that? - What he didn't get in Prague.
The NOC list.
Jesus, Ethan.
Good for you.
- We meet tomorrow, the TGV to Paris. - Tight security. No guns. Real plus.
I deliver the NOC list to Max, Max delivers Job to me.
Claire and Luther will be on the train. Krieger will have a helicopter in Paris.
Jim?
I was in a cafe, waiting for you...
...and there she was.
Standing in the rain, alive and beautiful, thinking I'm dead and gone.
God knows what she's had to do to forget me, to keep going.
She can't know about me. No one can. Not till this is over.
- You're probably right. - There's too much at stake.
Once we leave the safe house, you get in there and crash.
- I'll call from Paris. - You got it.
What happened?
I sent the message to Max.
We're on for tomorrow.
Okay.
Come here.
- What's this? - Incoming for you.
X-ray's clean. Non-explosive.
Gene.
How long to the London terminus? We've got 10 minutes. Move!
- Give me Max. - It's him.
- This was not what we discussed. - My apologies. It couldn't be helped.
You'll find the disk under your seat.
Dear boy, I hope this doesn't preclude a meeting in private.
- Not if you tell me where the money is. - The mere chance is worth 10 million.
Baggage car, rack 3, silver briefcase, combination 3-1-4.
- What about Job? - I wouldn't worry, he'll find you.
- What's the matter? - It's not transmitting.
We've got to get this through before we hit the tunnel.
- What's the problem? - "Connection denied."
- Did you check the batteries? - I always check the batteries.
Run it through from the top.
We don't know what Max looks like.
If he's got that list, he'll want to check it. That means laptops.
Excuse me, sir. Your telephone.
- Is everything all right? - It's working.
He's in the baggage car.
- Ethan, Kittridge is on the train. - I'll meet you in the baggage car.
Barnes.
Ethan's right behind me. Listen, Jim...
Is it such a good idea to kill him?
Kittridge is here.
We take the money, Ethan takes the blame.
No one else has seen you alive.
No one will believe him.
Of course, I'm very sorry to hear you say that, Claire.
- Ethan. - Yes, Ethan Hunt. You remember him.
- You knew about Jim? - Of course.
When he knew is a good question. Mind telling me, Ethan?
Before or after I showed up in London?
Before London. After you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
They stamped it, didn't they? Damned Gideons.
Ethan, if you knew about Jim, why?
Why the masquerade? Why take the risk?
You've asked the question... and you are the answer.
- I knew about Jim. - But he didn't know about you.
Claire was never convinced her charms would work on you.
But I was confident, having tasted the goods.
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife."
- Let's just get the money and get out. - Yes, let's get the money.
Ethan, the money.
Give her the money.
You've earned it.
- All 10 million. - Claire was wrong about one thing.
Oh, what's that?
Good morning, Mr Phelps.
I'm not the only one who's seen you alive.
- You son of a bitch. - It's over, Jim.
- Don't. Don't, Jim. - "Don't, Jim"?
No, he's in the tunnel. He'll crash into us! Accelerate!
Red light... green light.
I think this is what you're looking for.
Hello, Max.
My lawyers will have a field day with it. Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict...
Maybe we'll just leave the courts out of this one.
I'm sure we can find something I have that you need.
In a freak accident, a helicopter lost altitude, veered into a tunnel, -
- and collided with a high-speed train.
The pilot was killed, but no one on the train was hurt...
- You call your folks? How do they feel? - About what?
The Justice Department apology, VIP treatment, the whole nine yards.
My mom didn't know how the DEA mistook them for drug smugglers.
- Cheers. - To you, Luther.
- And being off the disavowed list. - Hey, I'm the flavour of the month.
Why don't you come back with me?
I just don't know why I'd be doing it.
I've got to catch my flight... How does it feel to be a solid citizen?
Man, I don't know. I'm going to miss being disreputable.
If it makes you feel any better, I'll always think of you that way.
Excuse me, Mr Hunt.
Would you like to watch a movie?
No, thank you.
Would you consider the cinema of the Caribbean?
Aruba, perhaps.
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