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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 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 Simeon 8 -3 exhibiting

of a U .S. Virginia -class submarine,
bearing 130, drawing forward.

Chief of the watch, manned battle
station silently.

Rigged for auto control. Monitor of the
deck, ship's taken.

Ship's death 5 -0 meters, bottom 7 -2
meters. Clearance to the ice canopy 2 -1

meters. Distance to deep water?

2 kilometers.

Elution precipice in 6 minutes. Ranging
maneuver.

Helm, left 15 degrees rather.

Teddy, course 1 -0 -0. Come up easy on
the standard belt.

Captain has the con. Helm, I.

Coming to course 1 -0 -0.

Force 1 -0 -0. Weapons officer, range.
Firing solution is tracking at a

of 1 ,500 meters.

Sir, that doesn't make sense.

Tonos this loud and clear?

He must be closer than that.

Captain, firing solution just did a step
change to 10 ,000 meters.

Not to move that fast.

All solutions are matching. The range is
through.

Helmer, I pull rather to course 2 -7 -0.
Course 2 -7 -0, I...

Well, just walk away and head for deep
water. Contact bearing one six zero.

Bearing rate zero?

He's dead.

Turn him with us again.

He can see us.

Impossible. We're invisible.

Weapon, run diagnostics on sonar and
fire control.

Something is awry.

Sir, he's flooding his torpedo tubes.

Torpedo room, come. Load all torpedo
tubes. Aye, sir.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Fire to two. Firing to two.

Torpedoes away. Running hot.

Enemy torpedo still homing. Range 800
meters.

He's blown through our countermeasures.

Helm right full rudder. Right full.

I start. 600 meters. Diving altitude.

Stand by to emergency blow all main
ballast tanks. 400 meters. Chief of

stand by the collision alarm. 200
meters. This is the captain. All hands

for impact. Enemy torpedoes impacting.

Five. Four.

What just happened?

It's gone.

It missed us?

No. It vanished. Like, it was never
there.

Sona, where is the enemy vessel?

Bearing 3304 ,000 meters of a starboard
bow.

A torpedo is running through.

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 your Phantom.

It was right there. The instruments
don't lie. They lied to us today.

Weapon, 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 torpedo is not responding.

It's coming right at us. Our torpedo's
homing. Range 400 meters.

Oh, my God. Wait. Come on. Shut down our
whip.

Our torpedo's still closing.

Range 200 meters.

Come on. Let's blow all main power
stands.

Sound the collision alarm.

Food delivery?

India Zulu 254.

Bravo Echo 1 -1.

No, not yet. You need to ask me the
security question first.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

What is the oath?

We live and die in the shadows for those
we hold close.

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, Ilse 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

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

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.

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

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

before vanishing into the cloud.

Subsequent attacks increased 10 ,000
-fold overnight, spreading

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 of 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

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 base 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 services?

Cut them off from the outside world
entirely.

We already have, but servers require
humans to maintain them. And humans are

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.

So what you're telling me is the most
awesome goddamn intelligence and

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. Kittredge?

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 did it unlock?

Not exactly sure.

But the Russians seem to believe that it
somehow has the power to deactivate our

mysterious entity.

So, ideally, they hope to control it.

Harness it. Do you believe that,
Kittredge?

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

Japan, India, Germany, the Brits believe
it, and yet no one...

Not even our closest allies have
willingly whispered one word of it to

would indicate that there's a global
race on to acquire the two halves of

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?

Well, at this point, we can't be
certain. It's not a counterfeit. How

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

the other genuine half of the key. It's
true mate, if you will. We think it's

some sort of fail -safe.

How do we find it's mate? Well, we
believe the other genuine half of the

in the hands of this woman.

Who is she?

Ilse 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?

Not just anyone.

I sent a man to find her.

The only man that she would have
entrusted with her half of the key. Oh,

have it, Kittredge? 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.

Kittredge. The World Bank. No, that's
the International Monetary Fund. Mr.

Kittredge. I mean the other IMF.

Our. 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's
in charge?

They're not ones to take orders in the
traditional sense. We more or less...

Leave word.

Leave... Word.

Mr. Kifferson. 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 is 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 it.

I understand.

You're upset.

I'm not upset, Kittredge.

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.

And 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.

Listen to me! You're dead!

You stay dead!

He can 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 what?

No one should be trusted with control of
the entity.

I mean to kill it.

Ethan, the next world war isn't going to
be a cold one. It's going to be a

shooting war. It's going to be a
ballistic war over a rapidly shrinking

ecosystem. It's going to 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.

We're going to be coming after you. The
world's going to be coming after you.

And one way or another, this mission of
yours...

Hello? Director Denlinger, please.

The director is unavailable at the
moment. How can I help you? To whom am I

speaking? CIA Director Eugene Kittredge.

Designator? Base note, 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 drunk.

I understand.

I don't think you do, sir.

Security has him entering this facility.

15 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,

hang up the phone before I count to
five.

One, two.

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

Listen up. An American operative with a
grievance against his country is missing

and has malfunctioned. His agenda
represents a threat to our national

and he must be neutralized at all costs.

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

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.

It stands to reason the buyer will have
the other half of the key somewhere on

that person. Being the only way to
authenticate our half.

So how do we identify the buyer?

This Geiger counter will detect the
radiological signature of the dragon's

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 pocket,
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 a
whole half of the key. While we figure

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

someone who knows what it unlocks.

Precisely. Finding the completed key.

It's only the beginning.

The fate of the world depends on finding
whatever it unlocks.

The sky, you know?

Not personally, but it is personal.

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, Snapshot.

Where's he at?

Snapshot, 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.

Oh, what, you figure that Phineas Freak
here is going to single -handedly work

out a way to kill the entity while I
just hold his soldiering iron? Probably.

Definitely.

Tell me where he is!

Where is he? Blue suit.

Right in front of you.

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 Freak.

I got him. Where is he?

Terminal E, gate 5.

God damn 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.

Reggie, get me on that flight to Venice.

Yep, flight 1031 to Venice. Stand by.

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?

It was the 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 is 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, 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.

She's a thief.

Where are we 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.

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.

But when you pick from that man's
pocket, it's worthless without this key.

But together, there was four million in
cryptocurrency that man was carrying on

a flash drive.

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, though.

Today you got a partner.

May the man you stole this from to
complete a transaction leave this

with both of these. Without ever
knowing, his pocket was picked before he

his flight in... Seven minutes.

Seven minutes.

We both know you're a good pickpocket.

Let's see what kind of putpocket 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.

If that doesn't change your objective,
the buyer has to leave with both keys.

Talk to me, loser!

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. Hey, hey. Sorry. Sorry. Thought
you were somebody else.

I'm 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?

Now, listen, Grace.

You should know we're not the only
interested party. If I tell you to run,

run. Run?

This is getting exciting.

Benji, have you got that bag?

I'll find it. I'll find it.

There's a cylindrical device inside.

I'm going to 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 mass it to
everybody in this airport, I suspect.

Can you disarm it? Well, I haven't got
any tools.

Then find some.

Well, where am I going to find...

Not yet.

Benji, how are you doing with that bomb?

Come on, come on, come on.

I got it.

It's a cylinder cipher. 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.

You are done.

No way.

Not yet, we are. No, no, listen, 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 mask, I fly through the air
without wings.

What am I? You get 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. 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
I don't know about you.

Are you afraid of death? No.

I lied. It knows. Just tell it the
truth.

Say it.

Are you afraid of death? Yes. Who isn't?

Okay,

what's always approaching but never
arrives?

Wait, wait, 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.

I hear.

Well, it's 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, tomorrow.

Okay,

next question.

Give me the good.

I'll be watching.

Why, you don't trust me?

So 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.

There's no other choice. Say it.

My friends.

Yes, he is.

Give me the money, give me the key.

Okay, okay, what gets bigger the more
you take away?

A hole.

A hole! Brilliant, 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.

Those aren't pinned down. Need a way out
of here. 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 disarmament.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You had a lot going on. We didn't want
to bother you. What do you mean? A

nuclear bomb is something you bother me
with immediately.

How much time?

20 seconds.

20 seconds. Wait, there's one more
riddle. I'm working on it. 15 seconds.

What's the riddle? In the time it takes
me to explain, we're all going to be

dead. Come on, Benji. Why do we always
end up in this situation?

10 seconds.

9, 8, 7, 6.

What is it?

It's empty.

What do you mean empty?

There's nothing inside.

We should have the key.

Which key? Our key. The real key.

What? Loser finder.

I got it. He's headed for terminal E.

What is it?

Luthor Benji. Abort. Abort. Get out.
Where do we rendezvous? No, we don't.

mission is terminated. Get out now.

Stop right there.

See? See? Excuse me.

Excuse me.

It's got to be here somewhere.

God damn.

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

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

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.

The woman mentioned in 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 St.
Petersburg.

Jewel theft in Ansburg, 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.

It isn't me.

As I keep telling you, I'm a
schoolteacher from Brighton. I'm on a

Whatever you're involved in, you've
obviously made some very powerful

Magistrate Spencey.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Interpol.

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 her name? She left Abu Dhabi
with a certain key.

There was no key.

It was an unusual sight.

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, the 29th
birthday.

Who are you?

I'm going to have to search you, just to
be sure.

Your secretary's no longer with us.

Thank you, agent.

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 Bogdanecki 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 onto 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 me. you.

An orphan, highly intelligent,
inherently resourceful.

Growing up in poverty left you longing
for the finer things, other people's

things.

Some 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 going to tell me everything.

Then I'll think about getting you out of
here. I'll 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? Text. Encrypted? Naturally.

Almost. Pardon? You said contact with
the client was almost entirely

There was a dead drop in a cafe 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's
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 the Ducali Palace.

Tomorrow, midnight.

You expecting someone?

They're 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.

No, grace, grace.

No, no, no. Grace.

Thank you.

Central! Central!

They stole our car!

Drake, you gotta pull over.

Drake, pull over. Listen, I'm trying to
help you.

Drake!

Are you okay?

Give me

your hand.

Close, close, close.

It's okay.

Go.

You're okay.

You're okay?

It's over.

Let the girl go.

Put the bracelets on.

There you go.

Put them on.

Do it.

He's not going to shoot you.

God damn it to God. Get rid of those
women.

Listen to me.

Let her go and put them on.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Everybody down! Get down!

You're driving.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Go, go, go, go. Hit the accelerator. Go,
go, go, go, go, go.

Go,

go, go, go, go.

Keep it on, keep it on. Don't stop,
don't stop.

Park, park, park.

It's okay.

Put in the brake, start the car.

Wait, wait, wait.

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

People are chasing us. Yes, they are.

You're driving. Now, come on.

I have no idea.

You okay?

I will be when this is over.

Oh, man.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Chasing them.

Gotta get rid of this car.

Creators!

What are

we doing?

Finding us a new car.

Yep. Thanks.

Okay. Yeah. Ready? I'm ready.

Wow. You okay?

Mm -hmm.

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

This is... Okay. No, this car, the way
they... Okay. No, the way they set them

up, sometimes it just... Let go.

Takes me.

We're left. We're left. Go, go, go, go,
go, go.

You're doing good.

at the car park.

Blah, blah, blah.

Either. Well, come on.

We know Grace has one half of the key.
We also know she's going to be at the

Ducali at midnight. And now we have a
pretty good idea as to who is going to

waiting for her there.

The event is being hosted by none other
than our favorite international arms

trafficker and black marketeer, Alana
Mitsopoulos.

The white widow.

Does she know who you actually are, or
does she still think you're the globally

notorious mass murderer John Lark? I
said I'm not.

Didn't she put a price on your hidden
power? She did indeed.

She and Ethan, they...

Worked it out.

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

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 Ender Day.

He's protecting him.

You saw him, didn't you?

I wasn't sure.

Well, who is he?

Before the IMF.

Before I was offered the choice.

In a very real sense, he made me who I
am today.

Do you 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 NY6.

Friends who are afraid of the British
government gaining control of the

Any attempt to try and stop them would
be seen as an act of treason. And

you're disavowed, your friends called
and asked you for help. They knew

served the entity.

They knew he was on his way to Istanbul
to acquire one half of a cruciform key.

So, they beat him to it.

And when Kittredge put a bounty on your
head, you went to the desert to hide.

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 going to 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...

Or communication.

Electronic.

Tick.

No, we can't be sure that was the
entity.

We can't be sure it wasn't. No, 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.

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?

Now you have to go.

You are. You have to go. Ethan, what if
it wants us to leave? Like you made us

leave the airport. And 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. That's 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.

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 great.

I don't have it on me.

I wouldn't expect you to.

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

What do you want?

Suppose while we're waiting, I tell you
a little story. Well, 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 you
can change it.

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 were all in over their heads.

Or so he tells them.

Sound familiar?

What happened to Murray?

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.

And he promises to protect you.

Grace.

It's been a long time, Mason.

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, Lana.

And you're Gabriel, I presume.

I've heard so very little about you.

Aren't you so much more handsome in
person?

must be great.

Should I know you?

I believe you have something for me.

You hired me.

Oh, I have picked you.

Don't!

You don't.

Who 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?

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

I connect a buyer and a seller,
sometimes for money, sometimes for

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 will
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.

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

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.

A feeling 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.

Like it or not, you have to choose a
suitor.

Tastefully put, Doug, but it's true.

Of course, I know what it unlocks.

Then what's he offering for the key?

As I've explained to Grace before, I'm
not here for any key.

and they'll have both halves in hand
tomorrow.

What makes you so certain of that?

You've no idea the power I represent.

Thousands of quadrillions of
computations per millisecond, subtly

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

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 him. He's a 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?

Lana.

I'm sorry.

Talk.

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

Ilsa.

or grace kill him kill him kill him
where he stands the choice is yours then

what 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

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

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.

But she has the key. We're here to go.
We need to find her. Where is she?

Damn it!

I've lost picture. I need another
satellite.

Pack me the Russian Xena -4 spy
satellite.

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

Where am I going?

Where am I going? Come on, come on.
Stand by, stand by. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

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

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

That's it. Down that narrow alley and
turn left.

I'm losing picture again. Look, he's
coming up.

The entity is knocking off that light
faster than I can hack into him.

Okay, copy that.

Turn right.

Sorry, my mistake.

I meant left. Not 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.

Go left.

Try to reestablish comms. Wait, where
are you going? I'm going to try and find

Ethan. Go to the end of the alley and
turn right.

Take that passage.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Not that way.
Not that way.

Which way? Which way?

Left or right?

It doesn't matter.

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.

most to you.

So be it.

That was our thing at the end.

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.

Is there 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 going to lie to you, Grace.

You're in a lot of trouble.

No number of fake passports is going to
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

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, 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.

Then 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

You tell him I sent you.

That I gave you the choice and that you
choose to accept.

And you trust this Kittredge person?

I trust him to recognize your value.

I 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? Yeah. 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 SkyWave
radio.

Not as reliable as satellite, but
completely analog, immune to the entity.

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.

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.

Okay.

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? What happened? It's dead.

What do you mean it's dead? I mean, 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're going to
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? Figure it out.

I'm going to need a few more details.

Yeah, 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.

We have informants covering the airport,
the transportation and the waterways.

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

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 your time in on

track, whatever it takes.

Yeah, will do.

I'll see you at the rendezvous.

Okay, then that's our train.

I can see that.

It should be approaching the curve any
time now.

It has to look like it's slowing down.

I think we'll be sure he's here.

If 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. That's all they do. And

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

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, Digger.

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 going to do?
Don't panic.

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

How can I get you on the train?

Please don't tell me before the meeting.

Alana? Everything alright?

Alana, you alright?

Alana? Alana?

Alana?

You've changed.

And you never will.

Mr. Kittredge.

Kittredge.

You're not Alana Metzopoulos.

You can't be.

Well, the Alana I remember was yay high
drinking hot chocolate in the Tuileries

Garden with her mother.

Pirate. There you go.

Pirate.

Shall we?

You just stay on the trailer on now and
I will direct you. I can't be.

On

behalf

of my government, I'm grudgingly ready
to accept your terms in exchange for the

complete and verified key.

Yes, about that. Well, we did agree to
provide you with a complete key.

I've had a slight problem.

No, we haven't.

It's just my terms have changed.

And what?

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 has been
allowed to continue on the condition

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've got to know her, you see
she'll have a few good qualities.

Okay. What don't I know about her? Well,
I did a... He did a job for me.

And... 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 power.

Your message said you had the key. They
said the key would be on this train.

An exchange is happening as we speak.

We know. Then you know the man taking
possession will be hard for you to get

of.

No one is.

You may think you know what the key
unlocks, but you don't know where the

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?

Won't be long.

The AI, our agent, still once
weaponized, could be transmitted

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 Yakula class.

They called her the Sevastopol. The
mission was merely to sabotage the

Sevastopol stealth capability so we
could secretly detect her. The AI's

objective lay in the submarine's
sonosphere, at the heart of its defense

The reasons we don't fully understand.

The A .I. went rogue and, uh... over

-delivered. The frozen bodies of the
crew were recovered the following

adrift in the pack -hive.

The two halves of the key mysteriously
vanished.

The thrust of all 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

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 sabbatical'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

might of America's military -industrial
complex.

That?

Considerable. Naturally, certain
individuals within the government, those

outdated ideas of patriotism, would need
to be removed.

Just so I understand, you wish to form
an access with the entity,

purge your government of old think, and
create a new super state

to rule the world.

But you know that the greater good.

And you're certain that you're the only
person on Earth who knows

where the Sevastopol is.

So he can haunt 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.

We're done.

That's brilliant.

You made the right choice.

Benji, I think I... I must have made a
wrong turn somewhere.

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

What? How can this be it?

Well, you can see the train, right?

Yes. I see the train. What about it? And
you have a parachute.

I've 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 going to hit them before the

parachute even opens. Even if I could
get the parachute open, I don't know if

can make it across the valley and
intercept the lead safely on a moving

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.

Are you okay?

I'm undetected.

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 that's in
the right hands.

Goodbye, Mr. Kitteridge.

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, Thola.

Alana? Who the hell else would it be?

The key.

She's got the key the other one

Okay. Everybody out.

Now. I see the train.

I don't think I'm going to make it.

The key.

The key.

Well, the next one has your name on it.

on the time.

Kill her.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

The key.

Tell me you have the key.

Where is the key? It was just here.

Stop the train. Okay, okay.

No, no, wait, wait, wait.

How do I do that?

You'll figure it out.

What?

Excuse me. There was a man who just came
through here.

There was a man.

Mr. Kittredge?

Sir, what are you doing here?

I'm not here.

But you are.

Unless you want to be sorting dead
letters at the postal service tomorrow,

you'll do exactly what I tell you.

I'm the only one who knows.

damn knife okay it's okay just take him
cover him

cover him he's the one you want i got it
i got it he's the one you want i don't

care about him i i want you

train that's going to die and let you do
exactly as I say.

No intent.

Come on.

It's in the key.

Rick, no cake. It's my fault.

If anything happens... I got it.

We got it.

You've 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.

What's going on?

Since you're not really here, sir, it
shouldn't concern you.

All the way to the back.

Hang on.

Okay,

don't look down.

Don't look down. Look at me.

Look at me.

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

Great. Great. You have to let go.

You've got to let me go. You've got to
let me jump across.

Or we're going to die. Do you trust me?

You got to trust me or not. You got to
trust me.

Give me your hand. You got to jump.

Don't look up. Look at me. Look at me.
Trust me. I won't let you fall.

I promise.

I won't let you fall.

Jump, Chris. Jump.

You got to trust me. Jump, please.

Don't look down.

Listen to me very carefully.

We're going to pull you up together.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Chomp chomp!

What is that?

It's a speedway.

It'll take it off the train.

Oh.

Ethan.

Do you know what it is?

Do you know what it is?

Yes.

Something is up.

What is up?

It's going well.

It's going well.

The city.

Sevastopol and Crimea.

Where?

Ooh, at Sevastopol.

They'll be coming, Ethan.

We'll see.

Is it her?

What?

It can only carry one.

I understand.

Grace. Ethan, it's okay.

This was the plan.

You have the key. You have to go.

What?

Go. What?

Go. What?

Got a pulse. Got a pulse.

Come on.

Stay with me.

It's better, isn't it?

Face to authentic face.

Mr. Kittredge.

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

been in vain.

So hurry.

There isn't much time.

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

Good luck. Peace.