One.
Two.
Three.
Toast.
LUTHER: Check.
Good.
OK, Luther, l'm going in.
Everest, man.
You ready to plant the flag?
Damn.
Krieger, from here on in, absolute 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.
(VAULT DOOR OPENS)
(DONLOE CLEARS THROAT)
(CLEARS THROAT)
DONLOE: Oh...
Oh...
He's in the bathroom.
A - W - 9...
6 - B - 6.
Holy Mother of God.
'The NOC list.'
(BEEPS)
He's at the vault.
(BEEPlNG lNCREASES)
Four yellows.
One red.
Get moving.
LUTHER: Toast.
Toast.
Merci.
(TUMBLERS UNLOCK)
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
lt's...for you.
Kittridge.
You and l know about this.
That's where it stops, you understand?
- lt never happened. - What about him?
l want him manning a radar tower in Alaska. Mail him his clothes.
(TV PLAYS)
You contacting your buyer?.
Ethan?
KRlEGER: Ethan.
Ethan.
Oh...
Excuse me. Mr Hunt.
You're not going to any meeting without me.
My contact is extremely shy.
l don't think you're in any position to give orders, do you?
Not while l'm holding this.
Krieger...
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
You mean this?
That's not the list.
What's the matter?. You've never seen this trick?.
Where'd it go?
lt's gone.
What?
You.
No.
No?
No, come on.
But not too far.
l know what you're thinking, Krieger.
You're thinking, back in the computer room,
l was up here, he was... he was down there.
Yes, and he was...
he was carrying two disks.
So hard to keep track of these things.
Where is it?
Do you actually think l'd let you have the NOC list?
Try any sleight of hand with my money, and l'll cut your throat.
JACK: 'You're off on one of your cushy recruiting assignments again?'
ETHAN: 'Yeah. Where'd they put you up this time, the Plaza?'
JlM: 'Drake Hotel, Chicago.'
CLAlRE: l'm so sorry.
Krieger was my call.
l'm sorry, Ethan.
We did what we had to do.
l'm going to try and get some sleep.
Krieger did have the NOC list?
- You hold on to it. - What makes you trust me?
Because if you knew about it, you never would have done it.
l'm not going to let this get out in the open.
Exactly. That's yourjob tomorrow on the train.
Don't let this NOC list get out in the open.
What is the range of this thing?
lt's hard to tell. We're going to have to be close.
(DOOR OPENS)
CLAlRE: Ethan, l need to talk to you.
TV: 'The unlikely setting -
'a farm in the heartland of America, the state of Wisconsin,
'where Federal Agents claim to have found the brains
'behind an international drug ring.'
'The operation was masterminded by Margaret Ethan Hunt
'and her brother - in - law Donald Hunt.
'They were arrested this morning
'by drug enforcement officers in a major sting operation
'designed to expose the illegal manufacture
'of the drug Methcathinone, known as Cat.'
- SECOND MAN: 'What we have here...' - Kittridge.
(TELEPHONE RlNGS)
Kittridge.
l see you've been out visiting the folks.
lt's Hunt. What do you need for a pinpoint?
You've been watching a little TV, have you?
Hauling mom off to jail in shackles was an especially nice touch.
TECHNlClAN: He's in England.
Get Ml5.
Ethan, l want to assure you
that my first order of business after you come in
is to have these ridiculous charges against your family dropped
and eliminated completely from their files.
lf you, uh, if you come in now,
we can plea down the charges against you as well.
Can l ask you something, Kittridge?
Certainly, Ethan.
lf you're dealing with someone who's crushed, stabbed,
shot, and detonated
five members of his own lMF team...
how devastated do you think he'll be
by marching Ma and Uncle Donald to the county courthouse?
l 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 l managed to drag myself to the safe house.
l must have just missed you. Anyway, l checked our aliases.
Then you followed us to the States.
But you left before l could get there.
Smaller countries don't computerise customs records.
So l watched Europe.
Once you turned up in England, it was easy.
You knew l liked the rentals at Liverpool Street.
Hey, l showed them to you.
l remember.
Who do you think you're kidding here?
A doctor's got to see you. You can't sit up straight.
l can sit up straight. l just can't sit up straight very well.
Sit down. Sit down. lt's not important.
Ethan...
l saw who shot me.
l saw the mole.
lt 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.
(GUNSHOT)
JlM: Ethan!
He must have had back - up to take out Golitsyn and Sarah at the fence.
How did he do Hannah?
No. No. He could have done Hannah himself.
Why, Jim?
Why?.
When you think about it, Ethan, it was inevitable. No more cold war.
No more secrets you keep from everyone but yourself.
Operations - you answer to no one but yourself.
And then one day you wake up.
The President is running the country without your permission.
The son of a bitch. How dare he?
Then you realise it's over.
You're an obsolete piece of hardware not worth upgrading.
You've got a lousy marriage and 62 grand a year.
Kittridge...
We'll go after the no - good son of a bitch big time.
We won't have to.
He'll come after us.
What's going to make him do that?
What he didn't get in Prague - the NOC list.
Whoa.
Jesus, Ethan.
Good for you. Phew.
l'm meeting tomorrow on the TGV, en route to Paris.
Tight security. No guns.
A real plus.
lf l supposedly deliver the NOC list to Max,
Max has agreed to deliver Job to me.
l'll have Claire and Luther Stickell with me on the train.
Krieger will have helicopter transport waiting in Paris.
Jim?
l was in a cafe waiting for you, Ethan.
And there she was...
standing in the rain...
alive and beautiful,
thinking l'm dead and gone.
God knows what she's had to do to forget me, to keep going,
to get the job done.
She can't know about me, Ethan. No one can until this is over.
You're probably right.
There's too much at stake.
Once we leave the safe house, Jim, you get in there and crash.
l'll call you from Paris.
JlM: You got it.
(DOOR OPENS)
What happened?
l sent the message to Max.
We're on for tomorrow.
OK.
Come here.
Sir.
What's this?
lncoming, sir, for you.
X - ray's clean, electronics, and no explosives.
Gene?
How long to the London Terminus?
20, 25 minutes.
You've got 10 minutes. Move!
(PHONE RlNGS)
(RlNGlNG)
Yes?
ETHAN: Give me Max.
lt's him.
This was not what we discussed.
My apologies, Max. lt couldn't be helped.
There's a piece of black cloth under your seat.
Tear it away, and you'll find the disk.
Dear boy...
l hope this doesn't preclude a meeting in private.
Not as long as you tell me where the money is.
The mere possibility is worth 10 million.
Baggage car, rack three.
Silver briefcase, combination 31 4.
What about Job?
Wouldn't worry about him.
When you get the money, he'll find you.
What's the matter?.
lt's not transmitting.
Try it, try it again!
Damn it, l've got to get this through before we hit the Channel.
MAX: What's the problem?
MATHlAS: Connection denied.
MAX: l can see that. Did you check the batteries?
MATHlAS: l always do.
MAX: Don't give me that. Run it through from the top.
KlTTRlDGE: This is bullshit. We don't even know what Max looks like.
We don't need to.
lf he's got that list, he's going to check it. And that means laptops.
(BEEPlNG)
Excuse me, sir.
Your telephone?
PASSENGERS WlTH MOBlLES: Hello?
(BEEPlNG)
PASSENGER: l can't hear anything.
(BEEPlNG)
WAlTER: ls everything all right?
The battery is gone.
lt's working.
(PHONE RlNGS)
He's in the baggage car.
Ethan, Kittridge is on the train.
ETHAN: l'm right behind you.
The money's in the baggage car. l'll meet you there.
Barnes?
Ethan's right behind me.
Listen, Jim...
ls 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...
l'm very sorry to hear you say that, Claire.
Ethan...
JlM: Yes.
Ethan Hunt, darling. You remember him, don't you?
You knew about Jim?
Of course.
Just exactly when he knew is something of a question.
Mind telling me, Ethan?
Before or after l showed up in London?
Before London.
But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
They stamped it, didn't they?. Those damn Gideons.
Ethan... if you knew about Jim, why...
Why the masquerade?
JlM: Why take the risk?.
Well, Claire...
you've asked the question.
And you are the answer.
l knew about Jim.
JlM: But he didn't know about you.
ln all fairness, Ethan,
Claire was never convinced her charms would work on you.
But l was supremely confident,
having tasted the goods.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, Ethan.
Let's get the money and get out.
Yes, let's get the money.
Ethan...the money.
Give her the money.
You've earned it.
All ten million.
ETHAN: You know, Claire was wrong about one thing, Jim.
Oh?
What's that?
Good morning, Mr Phelps.
l'm not the only one who's seen you alive.
You son of a bitch.
lt's over, Jim.
Don't... Don't, Jim.
''Don't, Jim''?
(HELlCOPTER)
Aah!
Damn!
No, it's in the tunnel!
No, no, don't! lt'll crash into us!
Accelerate! Accelerate!
(TRAlN HORN)
(HORN)
Red light!
Green light!
(BRAKES SCREECHlNG)
(PASSENGERS COMPLAlNlNG)
l think this is what you're looking for.
Hello, Max.
My lawyers are going to have a field day with this.
Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict...
Well, maybe we'll just leave the courts out of this one.
l'm sure we can find something l have that you need.
'ln a freak accident, a helicopter lost altitude, veered into a tunnel,
'and collided with a train on its way from London to Paris.
'The pilot was killed, but no one on the train was hurt.
'Authorities have attributed the accident to instrument failure...'
LUTHER: Reach your folks? How do they feel?
About what?
The apology from the Justice Department,
VlP treatment, you know, the whole 9 yards.
Well, my mom was a little confused
how the DEA could mistake her and Uncle Donald
for a couple of dope smugglers in the Florida Keys.
Cheers.
To you, Luther.
For being off the disavowed list.
Hey, l'm the flavour of the month.
Why don't you come back with me?
l just...l just don't know why l'd be doing it.
Got to go catch my flight.
So how does it feel to be a solid citizen again?
Man, l don't know.
l'm going to miss being disreputable.
Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better,
l'll always think of you that way.
Excuse me. Mr Hunt?
Would you like to watch a movie?
Oh, uh... no, thank you.
Would you consider the cinema of the Caribbean?
Aruba, perhaps?