Well, Dimitri, every search for a hero
must begin with something that every hero requires...
a villain.
Therefore, in the search for our hero, Bellerophon,
we created a monster...
Chimera.
I beg you, Dimitri,
come to Sydney and accompany me to Atlanta. Immediately.
However we travel,
I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.
We're two and a half hours from Atlanta.
Right now, we have a great view of the Rocky Mountains.
You stare at that watch as if your life depended on it, Doctor.
Yes, I suppose I'm a bit anxious.
You'll soon be with old friends.
I'm with an old friend now, Dimitri.
I'm sorry it couldn't be under happier circumstances.
I'm sorry, too. You are sorry and I'm sorry.
You don't know Gradski thought the world of you.
Did he... know... before the end that you two had succeeded?
Yes, he knew. Just.
- Not in time to save him? - No.
After you've been infected with Chimera
for 20 hours, nothing can save you.
Not even Bellerophon.
You can carry them together?
- Safely? - Yes.
And you'll get us to a safe place in Atlanta, thank God.
This is your Captain again.
We've experienced a slight but abrupt drop in cabin pressure.
As a precaution, I've released the oxygen masks.
Put them on, relax, there's nothing to worry about.
Are you concerned?
Not so far.
Put on your oxygen mask, I'll see what's going on.
Denver Centre, this is Trans-Pac 2207, 747 heavy.
We're unable to maintain cabin pressurisation.
We've initiated a descent to one-six-thousand.
Captain...
God...
It seems we have a problem, Dimitri.
You keep calling me Dimitri.
You really shouldn't.
You're not Dimitri?
No.
Wallace, hold on to this.
Ulrich, remember to dump the...
Remember to dump the NO2 tank.
All done, chief.
Terrain. Terrain. Pull up. Pull up.
Checkpoint Charlie in three... two... one... Go!
Terrain. Terrain. Pull up. Pull up.
Terrain. Terrain.
Pull up. Pull up.
Good morning, Mr Hunt. Your mission, should you choose to accept it,
involves recovery of a stolen item designated "Chimera".
You may select any two team members
but the third team member must be Nyah Nordoff-Hall.
She is a civilian and a highly capable professional thief.
You have 48 hours to recruit Miss Nordoff-Hall
and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment.
As always, should you or any member of your IM Force be caught,
the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of you.
And next time you go on holiday let us know where.
This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
If I let you know where I'm going, then I won't be on holiday.
I see you found it.
- What are you doing here? - Think only you can pick locks?
Not just a pretty face after all.
Do you mind if I'm on top?
No, either way works for me.
- You'll never find it there. - Damnit!
- Find what? - His ex's Bulgari necklace
that goes up for auction on Tuesday.
Are you going to tell me where it is?
Far left.
This is very disconcerting.
You put me here. I just do as I'm told.
Right.
Now, who are you - and what's it gonna cost me?
- I wouldn't do that. - What?
That.
No, no. Tranquilos. Tranquilos.
Mr Keys, it is you.
It is Mr Keys, our security engineer! Apologise!
No, no need to apologise.
My associate has your necklace in a safe place,
but the alarms should have gone off sooner.
Isn't that right, Miss Hall?
Absolutely. Much, much too long, I'd say.
We'd recommend resetting the sensors to respond to a lighter load.
- How do you feel about 40 kilos? - Perfect.
Shall we?
Miss Hall...
Haven't you forgotten something?
What are you trying to do, señorita - rob me?
The thought had crossed my mind.
I'm missing something here - apart from my necklace.
- I could have walked out with it. - At least you walked.
Why didn't you stop me going through with it?
To see how good you were. I hope we can work together.
Sounds terrific. Muchacho.
Be serious. You couldn't possibly want me after tonight's performance.
- You did OK. - You apologising for me?
Quite the gentleman. Gracias.
Not really...
I triggered the alarm.
Sorry.
I don't do laundry, cook or put up with cheeky bastards
who set me up to poach on my territory.
Hello?
Hi. Would you mind slowing down?
Where'd you get this number? I don't even have it.
Would you like it?
- Pull over and listen to me. - Listen to what?
I need your help and you could use mine.
Your help? What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Scotland Yard, Interpol, every Dutch authority.
I can make them all go away.
Bloody hell. You're a spy?
If you want me, you've got to catch me!
Having fun?
Sorry.
Idiota!
Sorry!
Watch the road! Watch the road!
What's your name?
- Ethan Hunt. - Well, Ethan Hunt...
what is it you want to talk to me about?
A lot more than I thought.
Awfully short notice.
Care to wait a decent interval?
Who wants to be decent?
So what have you got against spies?
When they've got your recruiting technique... not a thing.
This wasn't exactly by the book.
- They've got a book for this? - For everything.
So this thing these blokes pinched...
I don't know that they pinched it.
I don't even know they're blokes.
Then what am I doing here?
I thought I was some sort of thief to catch a thief.
So do I. Sort of.
Damn, you're beautiful.
- Espresso? Cappuccino? - No, thanks.
Sit down... Festival's a pain in the ass -
honouring their saints by setting them on fire.
That's what they think of saints.
Damn near set me on fire coming over.
- Sorry I interrupted your vacation. - Sorry I didn't say where I was.
- It's not a vacation if you did. - You're sorry, I'm sorry.
- Why did you phrase it like that? - Like what?
"You're sorry. I'm sorry."
You gotta be kidding?
Well, Dimitri, once again I need your help,
just as in the old days, eh?
When you saved our lives, saved our very sanity.
Dimitri, we have... this little problem.
Every search for a hero
must begin with something that every hero requires...
a villain.
Therefore, in the search for our hero, Bellerophon,
we created a monster...
Chimera.
I beg you, Dimitri,
come to Sydney and accompany me to Atlanta. Immediately.
However we travel,
I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.
I fear I can entrust this to no one but you.
Dimitri, as we say, I'm sorry and you are sorry.
You have any idea what he means?
- Any idea? Yeah. - Like?
Pick him up quickly, but not on a commercial carrier.
Is he still in Sydney?
Dr Vladimir Nekhorvich is dead.
So is Gradski, but that happened earlier.
We had Nekhorvich on a flight from Sydney
that crashed in the Rockies.
- Dead... - Are you listening to me?
If he didn't want to go anywhere without me...
how did you get him on that flight?
You were there.
When I couldn't find you I had to replace you.
Sean Ambrose was the obvious choice.
He's doubled you two or three times.
- Twice. - What did you think of him?
We had reservations about each other. It's a little late for that.
No, not necessarily. Airline records...
list a Captain Harold Mackintosh as the pilot of flight 2207.
As far as the media and government agencies are concerned
Captain Mackintosh died in the flight.
But in fact he missed it.
He did, however, make the next flight... in cargo.
Stuffed into a rather small suitcase - considering his size.
Someone brought the plane down and made it look like an accident,
someone skillful enough to bring it off without a hitch.
There's one thing we know that Ambrose doesn't.
You do think it was Ambrose? You're not surprised?
Sean likes to leave a lot of hats on the ground.
The question is why.
What was this Chimera Nekhorvich was carrying?
Only Ambrose knows that.
In any case, you must recover this Chimera and bring it to us.
I have to figure out how he'll make money with it.
That is where Miss Hall comes in.
Excuse me?
She and Ambrose had a relationship which he took seriously,
she walked away and he's always wanted her back.
We believe she's our surest way of locating him.
- And then what? - She continues to see him,
gets him to confide in her and report to you.
You made it sound as if I was recruiting her
for her skills as a thief.
I misled you or you made the wrong assumption,
either way we are asking her to resume a prior relationship -
nothing she hasn't already done. Voluntarily, I might add.
No... she's got no training for this.
Go to bed with a man and lie to him?
She's a woman. She's got all the training she needs.
I don't think I can get her to do it.
- You mean it'll be difficult? - Very.
This is not Mission: Difficult, it's Mission: Lmpossible.
Difficult should be easy for you.
If you have a quicker way to get to Ambrose,
you're welcome to try. Take a look at these
if you have any qualms about getting her to do the job.
How many people are capable of something like that?
Sean Ambrose... for one.
Right.
This wasn't what I had in mind, Nyah.
But it's what you'd like me to do.
What? Let my conscience be my guide.
- Is that it? - Something like that.
I don't have conscience, I'm a bloody thief!
You gonna try and force me?
I don't favour coercing someone
when my life could be in their hands.
Is that the only reason?
- Got a better one? - Me? No!
But I hoped you might think this got personal as well as physical!
OK. Would you feel better if I didn't like this?
- Yeah, much! - Then feel better!
Sean will be suspicious if I turn up and say "Honey, I'm home!"
- What wouldn't make him suspicious? - That I needed him urgently.
Destitute. In serious trouble,
the kind I couldn't sort out myself.
Serious trouble, Nyah...
is something I can always arrange.
This transponder chip is completely untraceable.
It transmits your location to a satellite,
which can be read by only this computer.
We can then track you to within three feet. Anywhere.
Since your arrest
I've been sending news bulletins to every law enforcement agency.
I know Sean Ambrose.
And I guarantee that after that airline crash,
he's monitoring every one. He knows you're there.
And he has the means to get you out.
Nyah...
I'm not gonna lose you.
Ethan Hunt? G'day, mate, I'm William Baird, but Billy's OK.
Anything you need getting, I'm your man.
I'll have a look around.
- Shit. - Yes, it is.
This ain't funny.
I just bought these $800 Gucci shoes
and you got me in a helicopter with this man?
Computer's up. You got him.
Let's get a visual.
- Visuals aren't coming up. - The satellite isn't as fast as me.
I heard about you, Luther.
It's an honour to be working with you blokes.
Isn't there a way to speed this up?
With what? This is the only computer that'll do this.
Ethan, here we go.
There's a bloke who knows how to give a proper welcome.
Don't get me wrong, mate, you were very friendly also.
- That him? - It's him.
- We've got him! - We don't know what we've got.
We don't know what he's got, where he's got it
or what he's doing in Sydney with it.
- Not much luggage. - I left in a bit of a hurry.
I'm incredibly grateful, Sean.
How in the world did you find me?
How I usually find you, Nyah...
Magic.
No flies on her. No bugs either.
No transmissions - she's clean.
All cats are.
Your room?
And my room?
She did it.
- She's in the compound. - Yeah?
We've just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell.
Now we'll see what chance it has.
Try it on.
Go ahead.
I'm dying to see if I remembered your size.
You're not interested in seeing how it looks?
I am...
Later.
Every search for a hero must begin with something
that every hero requires... a villain.
Therefore, in the search for our hero, Bellerophon,
we created a monster... Chimera.
Nekhorvich was a molecular biologist,
why is he going on about an old Greek myth?
Nekhorvich specialised in recombining DNA molecules.
In the myth, Bellerophon was a prince who killed the Chimera,
a monster with the head of a lion
and the tail of a serpent,
that plagued the ancient world.
I think Nekhorvich created a monster virus in Chimera.
And the anti-virus to kill it in Bellerophon.
That simple, huh?
Why not?
£37 million.
That's a promising bid for Nekhorvich's work.
Don't look so worried, Hugh, we're halfway there.
We'll need this at the track...
if we're gonna get the other half.
Well, then... sorted.
Not everything.
Why do you think she's really here?
From her point of view or mine?
She wasn't exactly gagging for it
when she left you six months ago.
The question is, do you trust her?
One considers her timing, of course.
Getting nicked within a week of the plane going down.
Suggestive, even borderline suspicious.
But hardly conclusive.
You've thought about it, anyway.
Tell me, Hugh,
you don't exactly hang on Nyah's every word and gesture, do you?
That's a fairly ratty nail.
Sean, please...
Suppose she is some sort of Trojan Horse
sent in by IMF to spy on us?
Why should I deny myself the pleasure of a ride?
Don't you think I can learn more from her than she can from me?
I do! I do! I do!
Now, Hugh, you must realise
that some of us have the burden of sex to deal with.
I may not know why she thinks she's here,
but I want to take the risk. Because, Hugh...
I am gagging for it.
Come on! Come on!
- Darling! You won! - I suppose I did.
Why'd you pick that nag? He's never won a thing.
"Thief In The Night".
Say no more. I'm...
I'm going to grab a drink. You still favour the Bellinis?
Naturally vain.
- Pardon me? - Naturally Vain.
In the fourth. Check her out, she's due.
Put this in your ear.
You can speak as if I'm right by your side.
Where are you?
The mounting enclosure, just off the track. Two o'clock.
- How's it going? - Just like old times.
- Just like old times? - Just about.
Tell me who you've run into at Ambrose's?
I think there's about a half dozin other blokes about the place.
Maybe more.
Hugh Stamp, old friend of Sean's, is the only one I recognise.
A creep and then some.
We know him, he's looking at you right now.
Ambrose has photos of newspapers with money piled on them.
37 million on the London Times.
What's that about?
Bids from possible Chimera buyers.
Ambrose is meeting some bloke in the bar.
Big bloke, ginger hair. They're into something.
- Who is this guy? - Checking now.
John McCloy, CEO, Biocyte Pharmaceuticals.
In 1989, acquired Biocyte in a hostile take-over.
- He was Nekhorvich's boss. - Right.
He worked as a researcher at Biocyte.
Ambrose is showing something to McCloy on a digital camera.
Whatever McCloy's looking at, he's not happy about it.
Ambrose just put the camera's memory card into an envelope.
It's in his inner-left jacket pocket.
Confirm, left-jacket pocket.
Roger that.
Nyah, Ambrose is on his way back.
- There's an envelope inside... ...his left jacket pocket.
That's right.
- Where do I meet you? - Betting table 12.
- Sure you're up to this? - I'll muddle through.
- There you are! - See anything you like?
Well, yeah... Naturally Vain.
They're closing the betting and I haven't a bean!
- Nyah... - Would you mind terribly?
Not at all, but you are gonna pay for it - and with interest.
I have no doubt.
Hold on.
Put down a thousand for me.
- To win? - What else?
Billy, make sure Nyah's not followed.
No worries, mate.
Luther, digital camera, ready to transmit, betting table 12.
- How'd you get on? - Good, thanks.
Sorry about that, mate, that must've...
Say again?
Wherever you're about in future, watch your step.
Never know who you'll run into.
So where's the loo?
Thanks, mate.
This is a big field and there are many many chances.
How'd you do?
Don't... turn around
I managed.
You turned around.
What are you gonna do? Spank me?
I'm booted up. Go, Ethan.
Are you getting this?
Dr Sergei Gradski...
20 hours after exposure.
God...
Stamp's out of the loo. He's heading your way, mate.
- I want you out of Ambrose's place. - What did you see?
Coming up behind you, Ethan.
You've finished, get out of Australia.
- 30 steps. - How?
- 20, 19... - Need to think it over?
15, 14, 12, 11...
Give me the earpiece.
Nine, Ethan, eight...
If you don't get out, I'll come and get you.
Ethan, get out of there.
You place your bet, ma'am?
Just.
The stalls are filled. Horses are ready to race!
Come on! The nag's making a run for it! Come...
Come on, come on!
You've picked another winner!
I thought you were going to dinner?
Hugh, take care of the Nekhorvich memory card.
- Where is it? - In the envelope in my jacket.
My right jacket pocket.
We at our solar-powered Biocyte building,
recognise that eternal vigilance is the price of health.
Whether funding teaching centres,
removing aerosol products from the market
or braving the influenza quarantine at Bruny island last month.
At Biocyte, your life is our life's work.
We've got an opportunity here.
I'm not going to miss it.
George, take me home.
George...
George!
What the?
Sean?
Sean!
Easy.
Ethan.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, I am now.
- What is this? - A visit from an old friend.
You crashed on the plane. You're dead.
Tired, certainly, but dead is a little extreme.
On the other hand,
when my colleague Gradski had your pulse and your blood pressure
he had less than a day to live.
You are infected with Chimera, my friend.
No use, my friend,
the medical staff wants no part of this.
Doctors don't like dying more than anybody else.
How could I possibly be infected?
That's exactly what Gradski said, 27 hours before he died.
You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard,
you stole Bellerophon - all of it!
I need it. I need it now, you wacked-out Russian gypsy!
And what about Gradski, who you deliberately infected with Chimera?
How could I know they needed Bellerophon within 20 hours?
- By asking me. - You still don't get it.
I needed to know just how bad the disease was in the real world.
You were genetically splicing strains of influenza
to create a cure for all influenzas.
But you were also creating a disease so terrible in Chimera...
the cure would be priceless.
I needed Chimera in order to peddle Bellerophon.
It's not that difficult to understand.
Look, I've got the virus, you've got the cure.
I need them both.
Time was a shot of penicillin would knock off every bloody bug.
Not any more.
If I couldn't make money killing the microscopic little shits out there
you'd make one that I could make money on.
Well, there it is, I've confessed.
I, John C McCloy, am in business to make money.
Now, forget any deal you made with that thug Ambrose,
get me treated and let's go back to work.
You know,
I think it's a little late for that.
Do give my regards to Gradski - if you see him.
Well...
I've heard...
all I need to hear.
Nyah...
it's imperative that we do nothing...
to alarm Ambrose.
What?
I thought you were here to collect me! I was so relieved!
Listen to me. There's no time to talk.
It is critical, absolutely critical,
that you do whatever Ambrose asks.
Do you understand me?
Don't worry.
It'll all be over... very soon.
That's a promise.
All right, off you go.
We know this - Nekhorvich gets on a plane
to go to the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta.
He's carrying a virus he created - Chimera,
and a cure for that virus, Bellerophon.
Ambrose doesn't have the virus.
That's why Ambrose needs McCloy.
So we go into Biocyte, kill Chimera...
Ambrose has a cure without a disease and we're home free.
You were right, Hunt stung McCloy tonight.
So he knows.
He'll be going into Biocyte.
Good. Then we know where he'll be, don't we?
Well done, Hugh.
Well done.
You're home, mate. Home.
Where's George? My regular driver - where is he?
Gone home, sick. Touch of flu.
Is the building up and running?
That's not exactly it.
Sorry. This is the Biocyte storage structure.
I'll have it in a minute.
- Take a look at this. - Start from the inside.
All storage and production of Chimera is done here -
in this lab on the 42nd floor.
Hunt's target will be the Chimera,
stored and manufactured at Biocyte on the 42nd floor.
If you look at Hunt's operational history - and I have -
he invariably favours misdirection over confrontation.
He'll never break in from the bottom where security is heaviest.
No garage entrances,
lobby's protected by five guards on rotating patrol.
Not going in from the ground. Show the atrium.
The atrium - one of a kind.
Runs through the centre of the building,
provides 24-hour natural light via mirrors and daylight storage cells.
Ends in a glass floor which doubles as part of the lab ceiling.
The atrium roof closes at sundown,
and if the louvers are up for more than 40 seconds,
the civil emergency alarms are tripped. Those even I can't stop.
Ethan, that's 40 seconds to get you in and the cables out.
No, Hunt will prefer to enter Biocyte
somewhere from the top where security is minimal.
He'll undoubtedly engage in some aerobatic insanity
before he'll risk harming a hair on a security guard's head.
- Check-check, copy? - You're five by five.
Luther, how we doing?
Not there yet. I'll give you the word.
Billy, ready to go?
- Away in five... - Louvers aren't moving!
- Come on, Luther. - I'm punching the access code.
Luther, we're out of time.
Please, baby, open up. Open up...
Five... four...
- Come on! ...three... two...
- One! - Down!
Ethan, wait!
25... 24... 23...
22... 21... 20.
Ethan, you've got 19 seconds to clear the cable.
OK, retracting cable...
Come on!
Nine... eight...
seven... six...
five... four...
two...
Cable's clear!
Transponder activated.
Reading package and cable clear.
He'll breach the lab at the only possible time,
whether breaking in from the ground or the roof.
It's 2300 hours one minute.
When the air filtration generators will cover the sound,
and the rotating guards make the building vulnerable to us from below.
The generators are about to start.
We'll be out of contact for eight minutes.
I'm betting Hunt will destroy Chimera,
not attempt to preserve any part of it.
He'll have to do it in two places.
First, the incubation room where the growth vials are kept.
And finally, in the inoculation chamber,
holding the last remaining Chimera virus in three injection guns.
He won't be allowed to destroy the virus in those guns.
What's this? You're on time for once?
Not exactly, sport.
John C McCloy.
Billy, we've got a problem.
Nyah's on the wing up early. Do you copy?
I got you, Luther. So where is she?
- In the building. - Say again, mate.
Sounds like you're saying "In the building."
I am. She is.
She's not likely to be alone, is she, mate?
She's in the elevator headed toward Ethan.
I can't get through to Ethan till the generators stop.
- When's that? - Another five and a half minutes.
Chimera in vitro pH and temperature level
outside optimal range.
Chimera in vitro pH and temperature level
outside optimal range.
Chimera working seed stock pH at critical level.
Alert. Chimera stock life threatened.
Alert. Chimera stock life terminated.
Come on, Ethan, come on.
Subject is contaminant free.
Zero contaminant factor.
Come on, Ethan, come on.
Luther, what the hell can we do?
What can we do?
Hope he's finished before the yellow dot gets to the red one.
However we travel, I must arrive at my destination
within 20 hours of departure.
How could I know they needed Bellerophon within 20 hours?
Get him.
How long before you can reach him?
29 seconds before the generators turn off and Ethan's back on-line.