All language subtitles for Mission.Impossible.Ghost.Protocol.2011.1080p.PTV.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.H.264-PiRaTeS

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

(GROANS)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(CLACKING)

(CLACKING)

- (BUZZING)
- (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

(CLACKING CONTINUES)

(PRISONER SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Shh!

Hey! (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BUZZING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

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

- (BUZZING)
- (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

(SHOUTING ON MONITOR)

(SOFTLY) Sorry.

(WATER SLOSHING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

- (TYPING)
- (BEEPS)

(BUZZING)

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

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

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(ALARM WAILS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(FRANTIC CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

I'm in position.

Move to phase 2.

(AIN'T THAT A KICK
IN THE HEAD?
PLAYING OVER PA)

- (BUZZING)
- (CELL DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

(BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

BENJI: What are you doing?
What are you doing?

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

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

Stay focused.
He knows where he's going.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

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

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

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

Go to the extraction
point, Ethan.

Go to the
extraction point!

Oh, you're just
going to wait.

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

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Okay, fine. Fine! Fine!

- (BUZZING)
- There.

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

(GUARD SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

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

(BUZZING)

BENJI: Why do you
want to go in there?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

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

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

- (SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)
- (WHISTLE BLASTS)

Uh, we have a passenger.

(GROANING)

(BUZZING)

Sergei!

Open all of them!

(BUZZING)

(URGING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SONG ENDS)

(BEEPING)

(PULSATING LOW-PITCHED TONE)

(RUMBLING)

(MACHINE POWERING DOWN)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(WHOOSHING)

Whoa!

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Agent Hunt?

And you are?

Agent Carter.

Okay.

JANE: Who's your pal?

I'll tell you
on the way!

Light the fuse.

(MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE
THEME PLAYING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

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

but what's with the big,
hairy Russian?

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

So we're gonna
give him his freedom.

Did you call in
the sweepers?

On their way.

Good, good.

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

Oh, I passed
the field exam.

Crazy, right?

Yeah. Crazy.

- DNA test.
- It's me.

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

- ETHAN: You're very thorough.
- Sergei?

Are you not Russian?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Sweepers approaching!
Brooms are out!

- ETHAN: Roger that.
- Sergei.

Are you not Sergei?

(GROANING)

You'll be fine.

Bogdan.

I always take care
of my friends.

My friend.

Messy bringing him along.

I thought it went
rather well.

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

Mind telling me
why you broke me out?

This wasn't
a rescue mission?

Uh, let me
put it this way.

If the Secretary
wanted me out of there,

it must be
pretty bad out here.

We were after a file.

We lost it.

"We"? Who lost it? You?

Agent Hanaway.

Where's Hanaway?

JANE: It was a letter drop.

Classified file.

It should have been
a simple intercept.

We knew which train
the courier was on.

Uh, ETA, two minutes
on the courier.

But there was
one thing we didn't know.

Bobcat, your train's
six minutes out.

Who the courier was.

(GROANS)

(BONES CRUNCH)

(STABBING)

It's now or never, Bobcat.

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

MAN OVER RADIO:
Go ahead. Shoot.

We are out of time.

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

(MAN GROANING ON RADIO)

MAN: Marek. Stefanski.
For the love of God!

(PANTS) You got it?

BENJI: Marek Stefanski.

Searching.

(BEEPING)

I'll take it from here.

Ow! Ow!

Hey, you all right, buddy?

JANE: Hanaway
dropped the mark
and grabbed his bag.

Sit down.
Catch your breath.

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

File secured.

JANE: But we weren't
the only ones after it.

Bobcat, someone else
has crashed this party.

(SIGHS)

I'm not alone.

JANE ON RADIO: Local police?

HANAWAY: No. Armed hostiles.

(GROANS)

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

HANAWAY: Negative, Outrigger.

Rendezvous southwest corner,
60 seconds.

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

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

But it was too late.

No!

You're going to be okay.

You're so beautiful.

(GRUNTS)

I'm sorry, I...
I should have told you.

(WHISPERING)

JANE: It was my op.

I put him in the field.

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

I'm sorry.

You know her?

That's Sabine Moreau.
Contract killer.

Works for diamonds.

What was in the file?

Russian nuclear
launch codes.

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

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

We know Moreau's
worked for him before.

What else does
IMF know about him?

As much as you do now.

But if Moreau has
nuclear launch codes,

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

to enemy number one.

We're here.

(ELECTRONIC TONE)

FEMALE VOICE:
Agent confirmed.

Why was he in prison?

He disappeared after
he and his wife...
You know.

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

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

MALE VOICE:
Welcome back, Mr. Hunt.

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

a level-1 nuclear strategist
for Russian intelligence.

Therefore, the only
way to uncover
his actual identity

is to infiltrate
the Kremlin itself.

In order to get past
their checkpoints,

you'll be impersonating
General Anatoly Fedorov.

We believe Cobalt
will do everything he can

to destroy any record
of his identity.

Your mission, should you
choose to accept it,

is to penetrate
the highly-secured archive
inside the Kremlin

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

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

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
...4 hours 52 minutes...

MALE VOICE:
...to infiltrate.

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

Agents Carter and Dunn.

As always,
should you or any member

of your team
be caught or killed,

the Secretary will
disavow any knowledge
of your actions.

This message
will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan.

(HISSING)

JANE:
What do you got?

We're going
into the Kremlin.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought you said
"The Kremlin."

I thought you said
"The Kremlin."

Okay.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISPERING)
This is very exciting.

Being out in the field.

With you, you know.

It's a bit of
a dream for me.

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

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

Everybody gets to
wear a mask but Benji.

Sorry.

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

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

(LENS WHIRRING)

Okay, seven security guards.
X-ray machines.
Cameras. Metal detectors.

Just what we expected.
We can do this.

(WHIRRING)

Releasing in
three, two, one.

(CLATTERING)

(PULSATING TONE)

BENJI: (SOFTLY)
Game face, game face.
Kremlin game face.

Uh...

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPING)

(PULSATING TONE)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(ALL SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERING) I think
that went quite well.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GUARD SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SOFTLY)
It's going to work.

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

You know,
not working out.

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

I liked her, you know.

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

He's off the phone now.

- (CLICKING)
- (DRIPPING SOUND ECHOES)

(DRIP)

(DRIP)

(DRIP)

It's empty.

The nest is empty.

(CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

(GROANS)

(HEAVY BREATHING OVER RADIO)

(CHOKING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (NECK SNAPPING)

Check in,
Team Leader.

ON RADIO: Over.

Repeat. Check in,
Team Leader.

Have you made it
to the Archive Room?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(GASPS)

- (WHISPERING) Someone is
piggybacking our frequency.
- (SHUSHING)

MAN ON RADIO: Team Leader,

awaiting your go-sign.
Standing by to detonate.

Abort.

Rendezvous nine-two.

(GUARD SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPING)

(RAPID BEEPING)

(ANXIOUS CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(GUARD SHOUTS ORDERS
IN RUSSIAN)

(PANTING)

(ORDERING IN RUSSIAN)

(RUMBLING)

(PEOPLE GASPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(YELPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(VOICES ECHO FAINTLY)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

(VOICES GETTING LOUDER)

(MAN SPEAKING
IN RUSSIAN ON TV)

Our media is no more
truthful than yours,

American.

But we both know
that the real cause
of the explosion

was you.

MAN ON RECORDING:
Awaiting your go-sign,
Team Leader.

Standing by to detonate.

The worst part for you,

"Team Leader,"

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

For what you
did to my country.

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Not a good idea.

It seemed like one...
A minute ago.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GROANS)

(DRIVER SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(SIRENS WAILING)

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Consolidated Insurance.

How may I help you?

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

Rendezvous Alpha 113.

Confirmed. Alpha 113.

(CLANGING)

(MAN SPEAKING
IN RUSSIAN ON TV)

(EXPLOSION)

WOMAN ON TV:
Details surrounding

the intricate system
of gas lines

that run beneath the square
are still forthcoming,

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

and have not been updated
in at least...

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

- (BOY SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)
- (SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

We should leave town
for a couple of days.

Alex, you, me.
Vacations.

- Now?
- Tonight.

(BOY SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Just...

Just the three of us.

WOMAN ON TV: ...may not
have been an accident,
but a targeted attack.

Preliminary numbers
are just starting...

Where will we go?

...to come in regarding
those wounded in the blast.

We can confirm
that 11 tourists...

Leonid?

...their nationalities
still unconfirmed,

have been transported
to area hospitals for
treatment.

MAN ON TV: While Russian
officials continue to blame

a gas-main break,
experts are citing

the shape of the blast
area and the size
of the debris field

as more consistent
with that of
a set explosive,

leading to speculation
that this may have been

an undeclared
act of aggression.

Although the Defense Ministry
is maintaining that this
is strictly an accident...

Anna, pack a bag for Alex.

We're leaving now.

Anya!

Anya!

(WEEPING)

We have work to do.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Mr. Secretary.

I wasn't aware
you were in Russia.

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

Yesterday I flew in
to accept the Order
of Friendship

from the Russian
Prime Minister.

Now I'm headed
back to Washington

to hand the President
my resignation.

My Chief Analyst,
William Brandt.

Do you have a pen?

- Pardon me?
- A pen.

Yeah.

Ethan, what happened
in the Kremlin?

Chief Analyst,
you say?

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

European male.

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

Who is he?

A crude drawing,
but by your description,

that could be
Kurt Hendricks.

190 IQ. Served in
Swedish Special Forces.

Professor of physics,
Stockholm University.

Specialist in
nuclear endgame theory.

Asked to resign...

Well, because he's crazy.

Cobalt.

You have to alert
the Kremlin that one
of their strategists

has a nuclear
launch device

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

And what makes
you say that?

I saw him

leaving the executive
armory, bag in hand.

He set off that explosion
to cover his tracks.

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

Unless we tell them.

IMF SECRETARY:
They won't listen to us.

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

The tension between
the United States
and Russia

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

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

The President
has initiated
Ghost Protocol.

The entire IMF
has been disavowed.

So what happens now?

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

where the DOD
will label you as
a rogue extremist

and hang the Kremlin bombing
on you and your team.

Unless,

you were to escape

somewhere between
here and the airport,

having assaulted
Mr. Brandt and me.

Sir?

You would then

illegally scrounge
whatever material
you could

from a backup supply cache
that I've overlooked.

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

Sir, you may
want to...

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

your intentions
would be unclear.

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

they will be
branded terrorists,

out to incite
global nuclear war.

Your mission,

should you
choose to accept it.

(SIGHS) Ethan,
you were my best man.

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

after all the sacrifices
you made.

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

I've always considered
you a friend.

(EXPLOSION)

- (GUNFIRE)
- Stay down!
Drive, drive, drive!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

- You okay?
- (GRUNTS) Yeah.

Take a deep breath.
Stay with me.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPING)

What do we do?

Wait here.

Where else am I going to go?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(BOTH GASP)

(ORDERING IN RUSSIAN)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER
IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

Why would that work?

Why would what work?

The flare on the body,
why would that work?

It did work.

- Yeah, I know, but...
- Hey!

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

I didn't.
I played a hunch.

Okay. All right,
so what was
your scenario?

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

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

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

- Thinking?
- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)
I didn't assume
they were thinking.

I assumed
they were shooting
at anything that moved.

I just gave them a target.
Look, these... (CHUCKLES)

These guys aren't
Rhodes Scholars, you know?

It's really happening,
isn't it?

- Yeah.
- (TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Okay, you know
what that sound is?

That's our ride
out of here!

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

I see green!

Okay, let's do it.

Go, go, go, go.

All right, 47.

I don't see it.

47.

Oh, shit!

Whoa! Ho!

This is it.
The manifest.

FEMALE VOICE: Enter your code.

Pole!

Ah! (PANTS)

(BEEPING)

(PANTS) Jeez...

FEMALE VOICE: Press enter.

(WHIRRING)

Retinal scanner!

Huh?

FEMALE VOICE:
Retinal scan required.

Watch out!

FEMALE VOICE:
Retinal scan required.

Agent confirmed.

(BOTH PANTING)

Ethan? Jeez,
I thought
you were dead!

- We are.
- Who's this?

Agents Dunn and Carter.
William Brandt,
Chief Analyst.

Analyst?

FEMALE VOICE: Agent confirmed.

(MAN SPEAKING IN SWEDISH
OVER HEADPHONES)

FEMALE VOICE:
(TRANSLATING) How will
the world finally end?

It is my job to predict
the unthinkable.

To treat the death
of billions as a game.

After 20 years of this,
I was numb.

Until a new question
crossed my mind.

What happens after
the end of the world?

Are you sure your
line is secure?

FEMALE VOICE:
Every two or three
million years...

Are you certain
your line is secure?

...some natural catastrophe
devastates all life on Earth.

But life goes on.

And what little remains
is made stronger.

Put simply,
world destruction
is an unpleasant,

but necessary
part of evolution.

(WHOOSHING)

What happens then,
I wondered,

when mankind faces the
next end of the world?

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

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

FEMALE VOICE: I looked
to Hiroshima, Nagasaki...

I'll be waiting
for your call.

...thriving cities
rebuilt from the ashes,

monuments to
the unimaginable,

dedicated to
the concept of peace.

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

in the natural order.

But only if it
could be controlled.

Only if it touched
every living soul equally.

IMF now believes
this man,

Kurt Hendricks,
is the nuclear extremist,
code name Cobalt.

Today he was seen
leaving the Kremlin,

with what is likely
a nuclear launch device.

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

and relieved him
of Russian nuclear
launch codes.

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

Marius Wistrom is a known
operative of Cobalt.

Wistrom is currently
en route to Dubai.

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

He's sending Wistrom
to buy them from Moreau.

The Secretary

is dead.

The President
has invoked
Ghost Protocol.

We're shut down.

No satellite,
safe house, support,
or extraction.

The four of us
and the contents
of this car

are all that remain
of the IMF.

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

speak now.

Our mission
is Hendricks.

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

Nothing can be
left to chance.

Everyone connected
with this man

is considered an asset
with valuable information
about our target.

No one can know
we're still on line.

We lose Hendricks now,
we lose him forever.

So, what's the play?

Wistrom will take
delivery from Moreau
in 36 hours.

Now we cannot let
the launch codes
leave the hotel,

but we need Wistrom
to lead us to Hendricks.

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

JANE: Or if he thinks
he has them.

Our objective is to
intercept the sale,

replace the authentic
codes with counterfeits

and follow Wistrom
to Hendricks.

Well, that's simple enough.
We snatch the codes,
we gin up some fakes.

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

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

We take her out.

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

Discreetly?

Yeah.

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

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

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

Or Moreau.

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

After we hit Hendricks.

ETHAN: Only pack
what we need.

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

(HORN HONKING)

BRANDT:
So even if we can double
Wistrom and Moreau,

how do we keep them
in separate rooms

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

ETHAN: We give
the hotel a facelift.

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

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

Where I'll double Moreau.

Downstairs, Benji
will double Wistrom.

Masks!

And meet with
the real Moreau.

And, uh... (CHUCKLES)

What am I doing?

You? You're the helper!

(CHUCKLES)
Helper. That's great.

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

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

and you want to alter
its infrastructure

with the hopes of convincing
two people that they've

had a meeting,
which actually really
never happened.

Right?

- Uh...
- (TIRES SCREECH)

Oh!

(JANE GROANS)

(LAUGHTER)

Camels.

ETHAN ON RADIO:
ETA on dry cleaning.

On my way up.

Okay, 34 minutes
to door knock.

Wow, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

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

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

What?

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

I mean, this
would be a cinch

if I could call Youssef
back at headquarters,

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

- I could hack it, but
it would take too long.
- Then hardwire in.

And there's four layers of
next-gen security between us
and the server room.

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

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

we don't control
the security cameras.

This operation is over
before it even begins.

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

"We"?

I'm...
I'm on the computer.

I'm just, uh...

The helper.

What floor is it on?

Oh, 130.

130?

- Vent ducts.
- Pressure sensitive.

Not enough time.

- Elevator shaft.
- Infrared sensors.

Not enough time.

How am I supposed
to do this?

(ELECTRICAL WHINE)

BENJI: God damn it!

Oh, that's high.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

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

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

Easy way to remember,
blue is glue.

- And when it's red?
- Dead.

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

Both going back here.
One, two.

Okay, Ethan,
the hotel server is
eleven stories up

and seven units over.

Okay? Comm check.

Yeah. Copy.

So...

It's 26 minutes
to door knock.

Yeah.

(WIND WHISTLES)

(WIND HOWLS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

(GASPS)

BRANDT ON RADIO:
25 minutes to door knock.

(GRUNTING)

What the hell is that?

(WIND HOWLS)

ETHAN ON RADIO:
Yeah, what the hell is that?

BENJI: It's a sandstorm.

It's a long way off, Ethan.

Shouldn't be a problem.

BRANDT ON RADIO:
24 minutes to door knock.

Where's Ethan?

You've got to be
kidding me.

(GLOVE CRACKLING)

- (BEEPS)
- (SQUEAKING)

(GROANS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

- (BEEPING)
- (SQUEAKING)

BRANDT ON RADIO:
23 minutes to door knock.

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(CRACKLES)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

ETHAN: I'm at server level.

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

(GROANING)

22 minutes
to door knock.

(PANTING)

The countdown
is not helping.

I'm just saying.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(CRACKLING)

ETHAN: I'm in.

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

(WHIRRING)

ETHAN: Located server.

(BEEPING)

Please tell me we're online.

All right, we're live.

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

Time to redecorate.

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

(WHIRRING)

BRANDT: Moreau is
at the elevators
ahead of schedule.

Go.

We can't open
this door, can we?

BRANDT:
The door? No.

Ethan, you gotta
get down here now.

Ethan!

Is there a problem?
Ethan?

We're not gonna make it.

We have to make it.

Where's Ethan?

(GRUNTS)

Your line's
not long enough!

No shit!

(GROANS)

(ALL GASP)

(PANTING)

(ALL PANTING)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

That was not easy,

but I did it.

(PANTING)
What'd I miss?

(WIND HOWLING)

JANE: The lens might be
a little uncomfortable.

It captures images
and transmits them

to the printer
in the briefcase.

(GROANS)

- All right?
- Mmm.

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

Blink twice
to activate
the shutter.

Notice the numbers
are in order?

A perfect copy.

But the numbers
are scrambled.

Masks?

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

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

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

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

No, it's the paper.

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

It just means that you can
track the documents even
if they switch briefcases.

Range?

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

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

Is that Wistrom?

Who's that with him?

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

Who's that with him?

That's Leonid Lisenker.
Polish-born cryptographer.

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

He's here to authenticate
the launch codes.

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

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

We're not blown.

BENJI: He's in the elevator.

ETHAN: Delay them.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

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

A couple of seconds.
What for, though?

To make an exact copy
of the launch codes.

- What?
- You can't do that.

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

I'll do what I can.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

Wait, wait.
Ethan, hang on now!

Hang on.
Just a second.

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

Yes. Reprogram the case.

Listen... Stop!

Just listen to
what you're saying.

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

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

33 and climbing!

Brandt, use your head now.
The mission is not the codes,
the mission is Hendricks.

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

You know
that won't do it.

Failure to a terrorist
is just a rehearsal
for success.

41!

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

He finds another way.

With no IMF to stop him.

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

Nothing can be
left to chance.
You said that.

You're the analyst.
Now, tell me there's
not another way

for Hendricks
to get those codes.

BENJI: 50!

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

You tell me that,
I'll walk away.

(HISSING)

(BEEPING)

- (MOTOR STOPS)
- (SIGHS)

- We go without.
- Without masks?

- Jane needs to go.
- Ethan!

We have no choice.

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

Face-first. Literally.

How do we know
they've met?

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

Damn it.

We have no choice.

(SPRAY HISSES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Goggles.

What if they
have met?

JANE: (IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Come in.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Which one of you
is Wistrom?

Which one of you
is Wistrom?

I am.

I admire your work.

Sit.

Where are my codes?

Where are my diamonds?

Close by.

You have my payment?

When I see the codes.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Not to worry.
Come in!

I thought
we could have tea.

Mademoiselle. Messieurs.

No diamonds,
no codes.

No codes, no diamonds.

(SIGHS)

Kill this one.

ETHAN:
We didn't come alone.

That hallway out there
is a kill-box.

You know who
we work for.

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

How good is
your backup?

The best.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

MOREAU ON RADIO:
I've killed the best.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Do you care
for some sugar?

ETHAN ON RADIO: Enough.
Let's get this done.

You want payment,
I want guarantees.

When he's
authenticated
the codes,

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

That or...

We all go home
in buckets.

Nobody leaves
this hotel alive.

Get the papers.

JANE:
Is there a problem?

It's locked.

JANE: Ah, forgive me.
There must be a key.

One moment, huh?

(CLEARS THROAT)
Messieurs.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(EXCLAIMS) My mistake.
It is a combination,
not a key.

You tell me the numbers.

They're good.

Zero.

Zero.

Zero.

(VIBRATES)

Come on, come on, come on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(RATTLING)

It was a pleasure
doing business with...

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

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

Release Leonid's family.

(SIGHS) Thank God.

You can thank
him in person.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(DIAMONDS RATTLE)

MOREAU: It was a pleasure
doing business with you.

(ORDERING IN FRENCH)

Moreau's on the move!

I've got her.

Jane?

She's an asset!

I need her

alive!

ETHAN: Acknowledge!

Acknowledge!

(GUNSHOT)

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

(GROANS)

Benji, slow him down.
Get me an elevator.

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

- (BONES CRUNCH)
- (GROANING)

Find Leonid.

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

Is he still
in the elevator?

(LINE DISTORTING)

Benji?

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

(ELEVATOR CHIMES)

Ethan. Over?

Benji.

- (LINE DISTORTING)
- Benji, I lost...

Ethan, can you hear me? Over.

(DOOR BANGS OPEN)

Jesus!

Sit down!

- Watch her.
- Why me?

Because if I do,
I'll kill her.

(GUN CLICKS)

Hold it, Team Leader.

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

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

We'll find out
your lies soon enough.

Move it!

I'm sorry about this.

- (GASPS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Leonid. Benji?

Go for Benji.

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

What?

(THUDDING)

(RIPPING)

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

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

(FIRING)

BRANDT: Jane! No!

(SCREAMS)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(LOW RUMBLING)

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- (HORNS HONKING)

(SAND HISSING)

(WIND SURGES)

(MEN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(WOMEN EXCLAIM FEARFULLY)

(WOMEN COUGHING)

(DOG BARKING)

(WIND HOWLS)

(WHOOSHES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BEEPING)

(STEADY BEEPING)

(BEEPING ACCELERATES RAPIDLY)

(ETHAN GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(EXCLAIMS)

(BEEPING)

(MAN SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

- (GRUNTS)
- (BEEPING)

(MUFFLED) Come on. Come on.

(MEN YELL IN ARABIC)

- (MEN SHOUT IN ARABIC)
- (TIRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(BEEPING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GROANS)

(BEEPING ACCELERATES RAPIDLY)

(GROANS)

(CRASHING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Now, what happened
with Moreau, Jane?

She couldn't help us
with Hendricks.

So let's throw her
off the building!

I didn't throw her.

Let's throw her
off the building!

She was not
the mission, Jane!

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

with nuclear launch codes!

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

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

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

JANE: It was an
instinctive move.

BRANDT: It doesn't matter!

We're talking
about a nuclear war.

The asset is more
important than you.

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

- We inherited you.
- (PHONE VIBRATES)

You're just
a bureaucrat!

Better have
good news for me.
Is he here?

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

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

And no one will be
following me.

Just make sure
no one's following you.

And how the hell
did the Russians
find us?

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

You're in charge of
covering our tracks.

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

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

And you're just
an "analyst."

Right?

Right?

Who are you
really, Brandt?

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

Let me see if I can
put it another way.

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

(MAGAZINE CLATTERS)

Well, we all
have our secrets.

Don't we, Ethan?

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

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I have friends
in the region.
Just sit tight.

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

JANE:
What about Hendricks?
What's the plan?

The plan was for us
to stop him together.

BENJI: Well,
what are you
going to do?

Change the plan.

JANE: Wait.
That's it?

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

Would you care
to explain yourself,
Agent Brandt?

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER
IN ARABIC)

I was on a protection
detail in Croatia.

Shadowing the assets,
husband and wife.

They were never
supposed to know
we were there.

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

Three days in

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

But my team had
it under control.

We knew they
were coming.

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

I wanted
to find a way
to let them know.

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

(SIGHS)

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

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

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

Local police
found her body
three days later.

What was left
of her, anyway.

That was my last
day in the field.

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

So what happened
to the husband?

I never saw him again.

Until two days ago
in Moscow,

when the Secretary
introduced me
to Ethan Hunt.

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

BRANDT: Yeah, I heard
that one, too, Benji.

But, unfortunately,
I was there.

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

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

An unsanctioned hit.

Yeah.

Disavowed.

(SIGHS)

The next thing I know,

I'm on a plane to Dubai,

wondering the whole time,
do I tell him?

How do I tell him?

That I'm responsible.

I could have warned him.

I should have warned him.

But I didn't.

And she died.

Sergei! Sergei,
my friend!

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

How do I know it's him?

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

This is the guy!

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

So we can take
these things off.

(RATTLES HANDCUFFS)

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

MAN: So, you work for
the American government.

ETHAN: And you're
an arms dealer.

BOGDAN: No, no, no.
Sergei. Sergei.

He's "independent
defense coordinator."
Right?

That you are.
Very classy job.

Listen. He's a friend.

Those diamonds
are for Bogdan.

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

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

You want something
from me, you pay.

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

You're selling.
(CHUCKLES)

Selling what?

The future.

Yeah, I got
all I need,
thank you.

ETHAN: Our countries
are on the brink of war.

War is very good
for business.

Nuclear war?

Go on.

I'm looking for a man
named Kurt Hendricks.

You may know him
as Cobalt.

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

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

Go on.

He has a case,
he has codes.

But they're worthless
without a tactical satellite.

I want to know
where he'd get it.

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

And to your government,

a potential terrorist
is a terrorist.

If you help me,

my friends
become your friends.

Sorry.

I cannot help you.

I certainly cannot tell you
that Russia quietly sold

an obsolete tactical
satellite to a certain
telecom in Mumbai.

And whoever gave
them that idea?

(CHUCKLES)
An enterprising
third party.

Working on commission.

Helping old friends.
Making new ones.

Can the satellite
be shut down?

That would take
special skills,

and you cannot
do it alone.

What's in the bags?

It's our gear.

How'd you get it?

Made a friend.

Well, I'm glad
we could help.

You could help now.

Look, Ethan,
before we...

ETHAN: Whatever happened, happened.

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

And we have to
do it together.

Okay. So, where
are we going?

India.

- India? India?
- Sure.

Okay. Great.

Love the jet.

Wait till you
see the car.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

JANE: Brij Nath.

ETHAN: Brij Nath.
Playboy. Multimedia tycoon.

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

But it's built on
illegally acquired

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

Hendricks needs it
to launch a nuclear strike,

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

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

One way or another.

And if I don't,

none of this works.

You can do this.

Yeah.

A week ago,
I would have
believed you.

I don't blame you
for what happened.

She took someone
you cared about.

That's not something
you just

let go.

Did it make you
feel better?

When you killed the men
who killed your wife?

We can't get them back.

Okay, to shut down
the satellite,

we have to
manually tap into
the central server.

You'll enter through
the exhaust vent,

wearing this
under your suit.
- (ELECTRICAL HUM)

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

then move you along
the relay room

and you jack
into the panel.

- (HUM STOPS)
- (SUIT CLATTERS)

Okay, so we enter the party
separately as guests.

Ethan quarterbacks
while Jane...

Gets the codes
from the billionaire.

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

and I catch you,
you plug in
the transmitter

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

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

The computer array part,
where I just...

Jump?

- And I catch you.
- Yeah.

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

Well...

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

Yeah.

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

The science is sound.
All right?

I'd be more worried
about the heat.

And then there's that.
What heat?

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

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

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

Relatively, you know.

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

Uh, an oven, essentially.

Yeah. Essentially.

But, um, I'll catch you.

Great.

Aapka swagat hai, sir.
Welcome, sir.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Comm check.

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

This is Pluto.

I have arrived
at the party.

(LAUGHTER)

There he is.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Get us that code.

Venus moving
in on target.

Hook's in.

You do make
an impression.

(WHIRRING)

Why am I Pluto?

It's not even
a planet anymore.

Well, I think
Uranus is available.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
It's funny 'cause
you said "anus."

(GRUNTS)

I'm in position.

Sending in the Rover.

He's moving to you.

Give him your back.

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

Are you gonna
be talking
the whole time?

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

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

Sure.

Impressed yet?

I'm more of
a bourbon girl.

I'm Brij Nath.

Welcome to my humble home.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(LOUD WHIRRING)

BENJI ON RADIO:
And Rover's in position.

Spinning down the turbine.

(MOTOR WINDS DOWN)

(SIGHS)

ETHAN: He's e-mailing.

Venus. Be Venus.

Be Venus.

Husband?

Boyfriend?

More of a...

Co-worker.

Saturn, take the leap.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

(EXHALES) Jumping.

Jumping now. (GRUNTS)

Jump now?

Yes. Commit. Jump.

- BRANDT: Jump.
- Jump.

- And I catch you.
- Now.

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

Pretty sure.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
Now you're pretty sure?

Jump.

(EXHALES)
Oh, God. All right.

- Jump.
- (GROANS)

Jump!

(SCREAMS)

- (CRUNCHING)
- Ow!

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

JANE ON RADIO:
Jupiter, he's gone.

Did you jump?

Should I not
have jumped?

'Cause I jumped!

Stand by.

I'm playing a hunch.

Don't hit me.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

My God, you are

a passionate creature.

I would like to show you
my collection of art.

I was waiting
for you to ask.

Then you have
to find me.

You're on.

ETHAN: I'm heading upstairs.

BENJI ON RADIO:
All right, now be careful,

because it's probably
getting a bit hot.

(EXHALES)

We have to get
to that satellite
before Hendricks does.

BRIJ ON PHONE:
Look left. Look up.

I find your capricious
passion intriguing.

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

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

Like all Indian men,
I'm very hot.

Eight o'clock.

BRIJ: Hot! Very hot.

He's at your
eight o'clock.

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

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

Ah! Too much,
too much, too much!

I see you.

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

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

(EXHALES)

Saturn? How we doing
in the relay room?

In position.

I see the satellite.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

I don't think so.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(PANTS)

Need those codes, guys.

All originals from
Chhatarpur District.

You know,
the Tantrics believe

that the Swadhisthana chakra
hides our most subconscious
of desires.

(GROANS)

Mmm.

Uplink to satellite.
Reboot to original
military specs.

Download the virus.

(LOUD WHIRRING)

What the hell is that?

What the hell is that?

What the hell is what?

It's going haywire!

It's downloaded a virus
from the satellite.

Hendricks is killing
the server

before we can kill
the satellite.

Hendricks is reprogramming
the satellite.

He's gonna have launch
capability in five minutes!

- Something wrong?
- No.

Jane, you gotta move.
We need that code.

Finally we're alone.

(HUMMING)

Venus, now's the time.
Kick his ass

and get the code.

We are alone,
aren't we?

No one will
interrupt us.

Move and I break your neck.

The override sequence
for the relay station.

Say it now
or never speak again.

- (GROANS)
- The codes.

BRIJ ON RADIO:
46, 82...

93.

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Benji, what happened?

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

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

Benji, can you pinpoint
Hendricks' location?

Uh, Hendricks is signaling
out of a state-run

TV station
6.7 miles from here.

Send me the coordinates.

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

Back me up!

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

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING HINDI)

Faster, Benji!
Just straight through!

(GROANS)

Wait! Stop!

BRANDT: Take me through!

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

I can't reach the top!

More fan! More fan!

More fan!

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

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

BENJI: Brandt?

Brandt?

Next time,
I get to seduce
the rich guy.

Satellite weaponized
and online.

Upload the new
authentication codes.

Lock Russian Central Command
out of the system.

Isolate the sub.

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

That should start
the ball rolling.

BENJI: I'm here, Ethan.

How long until Hendricks
can launch a missile?

Less than 30 seconds!

We need another route.

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

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- (ENGINE REVS)

We have uplink.

Ethan, Hendricks
has started
the launch sequence.

How much time
until missiles
are flying?

Three minutes!

- (GASPS)
- (MEN SHOUT)

We're three and
a half minutes out.

We can make it.

We can make it.

(RADIO CHATTER)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

JANE: Next left.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(SIGHS)

Ethan? We're too late.

The missile's in the air.

(ENGINE REVVING)

There has to be a way
to abort the warhead.

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

We're gonna
get that case.

(EXHALES)

May there be
peace on Earth.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Disable the relay.

Get Wistrom!
Inside, inside!

(GROANS)

(RUSTLING)

Wistrom destroyed
the relay.

Ethan went after Hendricks
and the case, but...

Doesn't matter
if he has the case.

We can't transmit
the abort codes.

Can you fix it?

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

Wistrom!

(JANE GROANS)

- Jane!
- I'm okay.

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

You stay here
and cover Benji.

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

We can do this.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(BOTH PANTING)

- (CLANGING)
- (GROANS)

Ow!

Ow!

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

I'm taking that briefcase!

No! No!

(PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GROANS)

BENJI: He's been
gone too long.

Damn it! Listen.

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

(GROANS)

Mission accomplished!

(STRAINING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

This one is mine.

So, we are not enemies.

The phone call
from that arms
dealer in Dubai.

You wanted me
to find you.

How else to believe this?

Hospital?

WOMAN ON TV:
And in other news,
eight weeks later,

the debate continues.

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

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

large enough to be
visible during daylight.

You actually said that.

Out loud.

"Mission accomplished."

I said it.

You're still corny,
Ethan.

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

- Hey.
- This must be them.

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

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

no thanks
to you clowns.

No, man,
you know I got this.

I know.
I'll see you
in Kandahar.

Thanks for meeting me.

So, I hear the insurance
company's refusing

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

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

Go figure.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

How's the leg?

Still working.

You?

Healing.

I'm fine, by the way.

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

You know. Cold sweats.
Middle of the night.

All these people
are just happy
and smiling

and they are completely
oblivious to the fact

that they were
almost vaporized.

And if it hadn't
been for...

Dumb luck?

ETHAN: Was it?

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

Disavowed.

And the only thing
that functioned properly

on that mission

was this team.

I don't know how
we ended up together,

but I'm glad we did.

Your missions.

Choose to accept them.

Hey, look, I'm in.

Seriously. It's not
as if any mission

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

(GIGGLES) I mean,
that's just...

Bomb... Is it?

(ALL LAUGH)

Thanks, Ethan.

Thank you.

Agent Hunt.

Agent Carter.

Brandt.

I'm not picking up
that phone, Ethan,

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

I know your wife
is dead.

I was there in Croatia.

I was there
for one reason.

One.

And I failed.

It was my job
to protect her.

How do you know
she's dead?

There was a body.

Did you see it?

You killed
those Serbians.

I had to get her back.

You were sent
to Rankow Prison.

That was a sacrifice
I was willing to make.

IMF suspected Hendricks
had people in Rankow.

And six dead Serbians
was the ideal cover.

Waste not, want not.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

The Secretary
never told me.

I accepted the Rankow Prison
mission on one condition:

That no one could know
she was still alive.

But you're telling me.

(CHUCKLES)

When did you find out
that I was in Croatia?

I pulled your file
after India.

Right.

So you had to fake
your wife's death.

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

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

It's mine.

Okay.

So we're good.

We're good.

(COINS CLATTERING)

MAN: Come on! (TSKS)

MAN ON HEADPHONES:
Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

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

Now, an emerging
terror organization
known as The Syndicate

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

Your mission,
should you choose
to accept it...