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Well, Dmitri.

Every search for a hero

must begin with something that every hero requires,

a villain.

Therefore in a search for our hero, Bellerophon

we created a monster

Chimera.

I beg you, Dmitri, come to Sydney

and accompany me to Atlanta immediately.

However we travel,

I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down

Folks, we're two and a half hours from Atlanta.

Look out your window now. We have a great view of the Rocky Mountains.

You keep staring at that watch as if your life depended on it, Doctor.

Well, yes.

I suppose I'm a bit anxious.

You'll soon be with old friends.

I'm with an old friend now, Dmitri.

I'm sorry it couldn't be under happier circumstances.

I'm sorry too.

You are sorry, and I am sorry.

You don't know Gradski thought the world of you.

Did he

know

before the end that you two had succeeded?

Yes, he knew. Just.

Not in time to save him?

No.

After you've been infected with Chimera for 20 hours

nothing can save you

not even Bellerophon.

You can carry them together

safely?

Yes.

And you'll get us to safe place with them in Atlanta, thank God.

This is your Captain again.

We've experienced a slight but abrupt drop in cabin pressure.

As a precaution, I've released the oxygen masks.

Please put them on, sit back, relax.

There's nothing to worry about.

Are you concerned?

Not so far.

Just put on your oxygen mask.

- I'll see what's going on. - Okay.

Denver Center, this is Transpac 2207, 747 heavy.

We're unable to maintain cabin pressurization.

We've initiated a descent to 1 -6000.

Captain...

God.

It seems we have a problem, Dmitri.

You keep calling me Dmitri.

You really shouldn't.

You are not Dmitri?

No.

Wallis,

hold on to this.

Ulrich, remember to pull the...

Remember to pull the NO2 tank and dump it.

All done, chief.

Terrain. Terrain.

Pull up. Pull up. Terrain.

Seven nine nine!

Checkpoint Charlie, three, two, one!

Go!

Terrain. Terrain.

Pull up. Pull up.

Terrain. Terrain.

Pull up. Pull up.

Good morning, Mr. Hunt.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it

involves the recovery of a stolen item

designated Chimera.

You may select any two team members but it is essential

that the third team member be Nyah Nordoff-Hall.

She is a civilian

and a highly capable professional thief

You have 48 hours to recruit Miss Nordoff-Hall

and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment.

As always, should you or any member of your IMF team be caught or killed

the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions.

And, Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday

please let us know where you're going.

This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

If I let you know where I'm going

then I won't be on holiday.

I see you found it.

What are you doing here?

Think you're the only one who can pick a lock?

Not just a pretty face after all.

Do you mind if I'm on top?

Either way works for me.

- You'll never find it there. - Damn it.

- Find what? - His ex's Bulgari necklace.

It goes up for auction on Tuesday.

And are you going to tell me where it is?

Far left.

This is very disconcerting.

Hey, you put me here. I just do as I'm told.

Right.

Now

who are you and what's it gonna cost me?

I wouldn't do that.

What?

That.

Mr. Keys, it is you.

It is Mr. Keys, our security engineer. Apologize!

No, no need to apologize.

Miss Hall, my associate, has your necklace in a very safe place

but obviously we do feel the alarm should have gone off a little sooner.

Isn't that right, Miss Hall?

Absolutely. Much, much too long, I'd say.

We'd recommend resetting the sensors to respond to a lighter load.

How do you feel about 40 kilos, Miss Hall?

Perfect.

Shall we?

Miss Hall,

haven't you forgotten something?

What are you trying to do, senorita, rob me?

The thought had crossed my mind.

I'm missing something here, aside from my half million pound necklace.

Even after I screwed up the job, I could have walked out with the thing.

At least you walked.

If you weren't going to let me get away with it, why did you watch me do it?

I wanted to see how good you were.

I was hoping we might work together.

Sounds terrific.

Now be serious. Whatever you're talking about,

you couldn't want me after that performance.

- You didn't do that badly. - You apologizing for me?

Quite the gentleman.

Not really.

I triggered the alarm.

Sorry.

I don't do laundry, cook

or put up with cheeky bastards who set me up on their territory

so they can poach on mine.

- Hello. - Hi.

Would you mind slowing down?

Where did you get this number? I don't even have it.

Would you like it?

Pull over and listen to me, will you? Just listen.

- Listen to what? - I need your help.

- I think you could use mine. - Your help?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Scotland Yard, Interpol

every Dutch authority.

I can make them all go away.

Bloody hell.

You're a spy!

Well, if you want me, you've gotta catch me.

You having fun?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Watch the road.

What's your name?

Ethan Hunt.

Well, Ethan Hunt

what is it you want to talk to me about?

A lot more than I thought.

Awfully short notice.

Care to wait a decent interval?

Who wants to be decent?

So what have you got against spies?

When they've got your recruiting technique

nothing.

- This wasn't exactly by the book. - They've got a book for this?

They've got a book for everything.

So this thing these blokes pinched...

I don't know that they pinched it.

I don't even know that they're blokes.

What am I doing here?

I thought I was supposed to be some kind of thief to catch a thief.

So did I.

Sort of.

Damn, you're beautiful.

Espresso? Cappuccino?

No, thanks.

Sit down.

Festival's a pain in the ass.

Honoring their saints by setting them on fire.

Lets you know what they think of saints, doesn't it?

Damn near set me on fire on my way over here.

Sorry, I barged in on your vacation.

- Sorry I didn't tell you where I was. - Wouldn't be a vacation if you did.

Well, you're sorry, and I'm sorry.

- Why did you phrase it like that? - Like what?

"You're sorry. I'm sorry."

You gotta be kidding.

Well, Dmitri

once again I need your help

just as in the old days, huh?

When you saved our lives, saved our very sanity.

We have this little problem.

Every search for a hero

must begin with something that every hero requires,

a villain.

Therefore in a search for our hero, Bellerophon

we created a monster

Chimera.

I beg you, Dmitri, come to Sydney

and accompany me to Atlanta immediately.

However we travel,

I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.

I fear I can entrust this to no one but you.

As we say, I'm sorry, and you are sorry.

Do you have any idea what the hell he's talking about?

An idea? Yeah.

- Like? - It's a good idea to get him now.

A bad idea to fly him on a commercial carrier. Is he still in Sydney?

Dr. Vladimir Nekhorvich is dead.

So is his colleague Gradski, but that happened earlier.

We had Nekhorvich on a flight from Sydney

that crashed in the Rockies.

Dead.

Are you listening to me?

If he didn't want to go anywhere without me

how did you get him on that flight?

You were there.

When I couldn't find you, I had to replace you.

Sean Ambrose was the obvious choice.

He doubled you two or three times.

- Twice. - What did you think of him?

We had reservations about each other. It's a bit late to be asking me that.

No, not necessarily.

Airline records

list a Captain Harold Macintosh as the pilot of flight 2207.

As far as the media and all the governmental agencies are concerned

Captain Macintosh died in the flight.

But, in fact, he missed it.

He did, however, make the next flight

in cargo

stuffed into a rather small suitcase, considering his size.

Someone on that flight planned an operation

designed to bring the plane down and make it look like an accident.

Someone skillful enough to bring it off without a hitch.

There's one thing we know that Ambrose doesn't.

Then you do think it was Ambrose? You're not surprised?

Sean feels he hasn't done the job

unless he leaves a lot of hats on the ground.

The question is why.

What was this Chimera Nekhorvich was carrying?

Only Ambrose knows that.

In any case, you must recover this Chimera

and bring it to us.

In order to do that, I've got to figure out how he plans to make money on it.

That is where Miss Hall comes in.

Excuse me?

Miss Hall and Ambrose had a relationship

which he took very seriously.

She walked away, and he's been wanting her back ever since.

We believe she's our surest and quickest way of locating him.

And then what?

Well, make sure she continues to see him

gets him to confide in her, and report to you.

You made it sound as if I was recruiting her

for her skills as a thief.

Well, then I misled you or you made the wrong assumption.

Either way, we are asking her to resume a prior relationship

not do anything she hasn't already done.

Voluntarily, I might add.

No, she's got no training for this kind of thing.

To go to bed with a man and lie to him?

She's a woman. She's got all the training she needs.

I don't think I can get her to do it.

- You mean it'll be difficult. - Very.

Well, this is not Mission: Difficult, Mr. Hunt. It's Mission: Impossible.

Difficult should be a walk in the park for you.

I'm open to suggestion.

If you can think of a quicker way to get to Ambrose

you're welcome to try.

You might want to take a look at these

if you have any further qualms about getting her to do the job.

How many people are capable of something like that?

Sean Ambrose

for one.

Right.

This wasn't what I had in mind, Nyah.

But it is what you'd like me to do.

What?

Let my conscience be my guide. Is that it?

Something like that.

I don't have a conscience. I'm a bloody thief.

You're gonna try and force me to do this?

Generally, I don't favor coercing someone

not when there's a chance my life could end up in their hands.

Is that the only reason?

- Can you think of a better one? - Me? No.

I was hoping you might, thinking that somewhere in the course of business

this got personal as well as physical!

Okay. Would it make you feel any better if I didn't want you to do this?

- Yeah, much. - Then feel better!

Sean will never be anything but suspicious if I pitch up

saying, "Hey, honey, I'm home."

What wouldn't make him suspicious?

That I needed him in some urgent way.

Destitute,

in serious trouble,

the kind I couldn't possibly sort out myself.

Serious trouble, Nyah

is something I can always arrange.

This transponder chip is completely untraceable.

It transmits your location to a satellite

which can be read by only this computer.

We can then track you to within three feet

anywhere.

Since your arrest, I've been sending news bulletins

to every law enforcement agency in the world.

I know Sean Ambrose

and I guarantee that after that airline crash

he's monitoring every one of them.

He knows you're there.

And he has the means to get you out.

I'm not gonna lose you.

Agent Hunt?

Good day, mate. I'm William Baird, but Billy's okay.

Anything you need me to get, move or watch, I'm your man.

I'll have a look around.

Shit.

Yes, it is.

This ain't funny.

I just bought these $800 Gucci shoes

and you got me in a helicopter with this man?

Computer's up. We got her.

Let's put in the coordinates and get a visual.

- Visuals aren't coming up. - Satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.

Yeah, I heard about you, Luther.

I wanna say it's an honor and a pleasure to be working with you blokes.

Isn't there any way we can speed this up?

With what? This is the only computer that will do this.

Ethan, here we go.

Now there's a bloke who knows how to give a proper welcome.

Don't get me wrong, mate. You were very friendly also.

Is it him then?

- It's him, Billy. - So we got him.

We don't know what we've got.

'Cause we don't know what he's got

where he's got it or what he's doing in Sydney with it.

Not much luggage.

I left in a bit of a hurry.

I'm incredibly grateful, Sean.

How in the world did you find me?

How I usually find you.

Magic.

No flies on her.

No bugs either. No transmissions. She's clean.

All cats are.

Your room?

And my room?

She did it.

She's in the compound.

Yeah?

We've just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell.

Now we'll see what chance it has.

Try it on.

Go ahead.

I'm dying to see if I remembered your size.

You're not interested in seeing how it looks?

I am.

Later.

Every search for a hero

must begin with something that every hero requires,

a villain.

Therefore in a search for our hero, Bellerophon

we created a monster

Chimera.

Nekhorvich was a molecular biologist.

Why is he going on about an old Greek myth?

Nekhorvich specialized in recombining DNA molecules.

In the myth

Bellerophon was a prince who killed the Chimera,

a monster with the head of a lion

and the tail of a serpent

who plagued the ancient world.

I think Nekhorvich created a monster virus in Chimera

and the antivirus to kill it

in Bellerophon.

That simple, huh?

Why not?

Thirty-seven million pounds.

Well, that's a promising bid for Nekhorvich's work.

Don't look so worried, Hugh. We're halfway there.

We'll need this at the track

if we're going to get the other half.

Well, then...

Sorted.

Not everything.

Why do you think she's really here?

From her point of view or mine?

She wasn't exactly gagging for it

when she left you six months ago.

The question is, "Do you trust her?"

One considers her timing, of course.

Getting nicked within a week of the plane going down.

Suggestive

even borderline suspicious

but hardly conclusive.

You've thought about it at any rate.

Tell me, Hugh.

You don't exactly hang on Nyah's every word and gesture, do you?

That's a fairly ratty nail.

Don't, please.

Suppose she is some sort of Trojan horse sent in by IMF

to spy on us?

Why should I deny myself the pleasure of a ride or two?

Or don't you think I can learn more from her than she can from me?

I do! I do! I do!

Now, Hugh, you must realize

that some of us have the burden of sex to deal with.

And I may or may not know why she thinks she's here

but I'm willing to take the risk

because, Hugh

I am gagging for it.

Come on! Come on!

Darling, you won!

I suppose I did.

What made you pick that nag?

She's never won a bloody thing.

"Thief in the Night."

Say no more.

I'm off to grab a drink.

You still favor the Bellinis?

Naturally Vain.

Pardon me?

Naturally Vain?

In the fourth. Check her out. She's due.

You can speak as if I'm right by your side.

Where are you?

Mounting enclosure, just off the track, 2:00.

How's it going?

Just like old times.

Just like old times?

Just about.

Tell me who you've run into at Ambrose's.

Near as I can tell, there's about a half dozen blokes about the place.

Maybe more.

Hugh Stamp. Old friend of Sean's.

He's the only one I recognize.

A creep and then some.

We know him. He's over your left shoulder looking at you right now.

Ambrose has photos of newspapers with money piled on them.

Thirty-seven million on the London Times.

What's that about?

Bids from possible Chimera buyers.

Ambrose is meeting some bloke in the bar.

Big bloke. Ginger hair. They're into something.

- Who is this guy? - Checking now, Ethan.

John McCloy, CEO Biocyte Pharmaceuticals,

1989, acquired Biocyte in a hostile takeover.

- He was Nekhorvich's boss. - Right.

He worked for him as the research scientist at Biocyte.

Ambrose is showing something to McCloy on a digital camera.

Whatever McCloy's looking at, he's not happy about it.

Ambrose just pulled the camera's memory card

and put it into an envelope.

Put it in his inner left jacket pocket.

Confirm left jacket pocket.

Roger that.

Nyah,

Ambrose is on his way back to you.

- There's an envelope inside... - His left jacket pocket.

That's right.

Where do I meet you?

Betting table 12, off the paddock.

- Are you sure you're up to this? - I'll muddle through.

- There you are. - See anything you like?

Well, yeah.

Naturally Vain.

But they're about to close the betting

- and I haven't a bean. - Nyah!

- Would you mind terribly? - Not at all.

But you are gonna pay for it

and with interest.

I have no doubt.

Hold on.

Put down a thousand for me.

- To win? - What else?

Billy, make sure Nyah's not followed.

No worries, mate.

Luther, digital camera, ready to transmit.

Betting table 12.

- There you go. - Thanks.

Sorry about that, mate. That must have...

Say again?

Whatever you're about, in future watch your step.

Never know who you might run into.

Where's the loo?

Thanks, mate.

How'd you do?

Don't turn around.

I managed.

You turned around.

What are you gonna do, spank me?

I'm booted up. Go, Ethan.

Are you getting this?

"Sergei Gradski

"20 hours after exposure."

God.

Stamp's out of the loo.

He's coming out of the tunnel heading your way, mate.

- I want you out of Ambrose's place. - What are you talking about?

What's happened? What did you see?

Okay, he's coming up behind you, Ethan.

You've done your job. I want you out of Australia.

- Thirty steps. - How do you suggest I go about it?

- Twenty, nineteen... - He's touched your heart,

you're overwhelmed and need to think it over.

Fifteen, fourteen.

- Twelve, eleven. - I want you out of there now.

Give me the earpiece.

Nine, Ethan. Eight.

If you don't get out of there, I'm coming in and getting you out.

Get out of there.

You place your bet, ma'am?

Just.

Horses are ready to race.

Come on!

Come on! Your nag's making a run for it on the outside.

Come on!

You picked another winner!

I thought you were going to dinner.

Hugh, take care of the Nekhorvich memory card.

Where is it?

In the envelope in my jacket pocket.

My right jacket pocket.

We at our state-of-the-art, solar-powered Biocyte building

recognize that eternal vigilance is the price of health

whether it's funding the teaching center

at the Royal Prince Edward Hospital,

removing aerosol products from the market

or braving the influenza quarantine at Bruny island late last month.

At Biocyte,

your life is our life's work.

We've got an opportunity here.

I'm not going to miss it.

George, take me home.

George.

George.

What the hell?

George!

George. George!

Sean?

Sean.

Easy.

Oh, Ethan.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I am now.

What is this?

A visit from an old friend.

You crashed on the plane. You're dead.

Tired, certainly.

But dead is a little extreme.

On the other hand

when my colleague Gradski had your pulse and your blood pressure

he had less than a day to live.

You're infected with Chimera, my friend.

No use, my friend.

The medical staff

wants no part of this.

Doctors don't fancy the idea of dying any more than anybody else.

How could I possibly be infected?

That's exactly what Gradski said 27 hours before he died.

You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard!

- You stole Bellerophon. All of it! - My, my, my.

I need it.

I need it now, you whacked-out Russian gypsy!

And what about Gradski, who you deliberately infected with Chimera?

How was I to know he needed treatment with Bellerophon within 20 hours?

By asking me.

You still don't get it, do you?

I needed to know just how bad the disease was in the real world

not just the lab.

You were genetically splicing together strains of influenza

to create a cure for all influenzas.

But you were also creating a disease so terrible in Chimera

the cure would be priceless.

I needed Chimera in order to peddle Bellerophon.

It's not that difficult to understand, is it?

Look, I've got the virus, you've got the cure.

I need them both.

Time was, a shot of penicillin would knock off every bug in the zoo.

Not anymore.

If I couldn't make money killing the microscopic little shits out there

you'd help me put one out there that I could make money on.

Well, there it is. I've confessed.

I, John C. McCloy

am in business to make money.

Now forget any deal you may have made with that thug Ambrose

get me treated, and let's go back to work.

You know

I think it's a little late for that.

Do give my regards to Gradski

if you see him.

Well?

I've heard

all I need to hear.

Nyah.

It's imperative that we do nothing to alarm Ambrose.

What?

You told me to leave as soon as I could.

I thought you were here to collect me!

Listen to me. There's no time to talk.

It is critical,

absolutely critical

that you do whatever Ambrose asks.

Do you understand me?

Don't worry.

It will all be over

very soon.

That's a promise.

Come on.

Off you go.

Luther, we know this much.

Nekhorvich gets on a plane to go to the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta.

He's carrying a virus he created, Chimera,

and the cure for that virus, Bellerophon.

Ambrose doesn't have the virus.

That's why Ambrose needs McCloy.

So we go into Biocyte, kill Chimera

Ambrose has a cure without a disease and we're home free.

You were right.

Hunt stung McCloy tonight.

So he knows.

He'll be going into Biocyte.

Good.

Then we know where he'll be, don't we?

Well done, Hugh.

Well done.

You're home, mate. Home.

Where's George, my regular driver? Where is he?

He's gone home sick. Touch of the flu.

The building up and running yet?

- That's not exactly it. - Sorry, but this is a Biocyte facility.

Their storage structure.

I'll have it up in a minute.

Okay, take a look at this.

Let's start from the inside out.

All storage and production of Chimera is done here

in this lab on the 42nd floor.

Hunt's target will be the Chimera

stored and manufactured at Biocyte on the 42nd floor.

If you look at Hunt's operational history, and I have,

he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.

He'll never break into Biocyte from the bottom,

where security is heaviest.

No garage entrances.

Lobby's protected by five guards on rotating patrol.

Not going in from the ground. Show me the atrium.

The atrium? One of a kind.

Runs down through the center of the building.

Provides 24-hour natural light via mirrors and daylight storage cells,

optimum growing conditions for the virus.

Ends in a glass floor which doubles as part of the lab ceiling.

The atrium roof closes at sundown.

And if the louvers are up for more than 40 seconds at night,

the civil emergency alarms are tripped. Those even I can't stop.

We have a total of 40 seconds to get you in and the cables out.

Hunt will prefer to enter Biocyte from the top, where security is minimal.

He'll undoubtedly engage in some aerobatic insanity

before he'll risk harming a hair on a security guard's head.

- Check, check. Copy? - You're five-by-five.

Luther, how we doing?

Not there yet, Ethan. I'll give you the word.

Billy, ready to go?

- Package away in five. - Not yet. The louvers aren't moving.

Luther, we gotta go.

Wait. There's a glitch in the access code.

Luther, we're out of time. On the count.

Please, baby, open up. Open up.

Five, four...

- Come on! - ...three, two, one!

- I'm going now! - Ethan, wait!

25, 24, 23,

22, 21, 20.

You've got 19 seconds to clear the cable.

Okay, retracting cable.

Come on.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

Cable's clear!

Transponder activated.

Reading package and cable clear.

He'll breach the lab at the only possible time.

Whether you break in from the ground or the roof,

it's 23:00 hours, one minute

when the air filtration generators will cover the sound of Hunt's break-in

and rotating guards make the building vulnerable to our break-in from below.

Ethan, the generators are about to go active.

Just a friendly reminder, we'll be out of contact for eight minutes.

I'm betting Hunt will destroy Chimera

rather than attempt to preserve any part of it.

He'll have to do it in two places.

First,

the incubation room where the growth vials are kept.

And finally, in the inoculation chamber

holding the last remaining Chimera virus and three injection guns.

He won't be allowed to destroy the virus in those guns.

What's this? You're on time for once?

Not exactly, sport.

John C. McCloy.

Billy, we've got a problem.

Nyah's on the wing up early. Billy, do you copy?

Yeah, I got you, Luther. Exactly where is she?

- In the building. - Say again, mate.

Sounds like you said she's in the building.

I am. She is.

Well, then, she's not likely to be alone, is she?

She's in the elevator headed towards Ethan.

The question is, how many of them?

I can't get through to Ethan till the generators go off.

When's that?

Not for another five-and-a-half minutes.

Chimera in vitro pH

and temperature level outside optimal range.

Chimera in vitro pH

and temperature level outside optimal range.

Chimera working seed stock pH at critical level.

Alert. Chimera stock life threatened.

Alert. Chimera stock life terminated.

Come on, Ethan. Come on.

Subject is contaminant-free. Zero contaminant factor.

Come on, come on.

Luther, what the hell can we do?

What can we do?

Hope he kills all the bugs before the yellow dot gets to the red one.

However we travel,

I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.

How was I to know he needed treatment with Bellerophon within 20 hours?

Get him.

How much longer before you can reach him?

We got 29 seconds before the generators turn off.

Then Ethan'll be back on line.

Luther!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire, damn it!

Well, Hunt,

how you been?

Fighting a bit of a cold.

That was the hardest part of having to portray you,

grinning like an idiot every 15 minutes.

I always thought the hardest part was curbing that pressing need of yours

to get your gun off.

You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747,

you never figured out where Chimera really was.

I knew where it was.

Then you knew the only way Nekhorvich could smuggle the live virus

was by injecting himself,

and using his own bloodstream as a petri dish.

You knew that

while you were knocking him off, destroying the very thing you came for.

Stop!

Put a sock in it!

Hit that bloody gun, and you'll spread that virus all over the place!

There it is, guys.

The last of it.

What was the top bid?

Why? You gonna make me a better offer?

Than 37 million pounds? Not really.

Somebody has been slipping you our mail.

Come on out here, you bad girl.

She doesn't belong here.

Let her go.

She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, Hunt.

From this moment, you are responsible for what happens to her.

And if you're looking out for her well-being,

I suggest you advise her to pick up the injection gun and bring it to me.

The ball's in your court, Hunt.

Nyah's in the building.

Do you copy?

Thank you.

How do you know he won't shoot you the minute he's got it?

One can't hold Nyah responsible for her actions.

You know women, mate.

Like monkeys they are.

Won't let go of one branch till they get a grip on the next.

Get it, Nyah. I'll cover you.

I am waiting.

Things haven't exactly worked out the way you thought they would, Ethan.

Sorry.

You bitch!

You're not gonna shoot me, Sean. Not this bitch.

'Cause she's worth 37 million pounds.

- What did you think you were doing? - I wasn't thinking!

Just trying to stop you from getting hurt, that's all.

You who don't have a conscience.

I guess I lied.

You can't get us both out of here, can you?

I'm infected with Chimera.

You know you don't have a choice. Just do it.

Do it. Now!

We've got 19 hours and 58 minutes.

I'll get Bellerophon into your system before then.

Just stay alive! I'm not going to lose you!

Feel like pleading for your life?

Well, then how about dying so you can make me a lot of money.

In just a few hours time

you can be assured of going down in history as the Typhoid Mary of Oz.

Good day.

There's not a chance of locating Nyah until I can access the satellite.

I can't do that till I get this computer fixed,

and that's taking a while.

- How much time does she have left? - Not long.

- But Nyah will take care of Nyah. - What do you mean?

Unless we dose her with Bellerophon, Nyah will kill herself.

So first things first.

Ambrose and his team have arrived over the bridge,

and Nyah's not with him.

Copy that.

You all right, mate? Looks like heavy security from here.

What's it look like from there?

Risky.

Simon.

Stay here.

Breached the structure at the 10:00 grating.

It's a DNA match. The blood's loaded with Chimera.

And they certainly have Bellerophon.

You've got the virus and the antivirus, which means I've got 30 million for you.

Not exactly. We don't want just your cash.

- What do you want? - Stock, Mr. McCloy.

Stock options to be a little more precise.

Cut her loose right in the center of town.

The more crowded, the better.

Just picked up an Ambrose call.

Nyah's been dropped off.

- I think she's still alive. - Where is she?

Somewhere in Sydney.

Somewhere in Sydney? Care to harden the target?

I can't until I can get the GPS up on our computer. It's still down.

The clock is ticking.

How quickly can you manufacture more of the antivirus?

- No time at all, once I've got it. - Good.

Biocyte stock is just a few weeks away from going through the roof.

- What are you talking about? - An outbreak of Chimera.

- Where? - Downtown Sydney, for a start.

You create the supply, Mr. McCloy. We've just created the demand.

Three million people in Sydney and 17 million people in Australia

are going to need Bellerophon within the next few days.

Not to mention the rest of the world.

Now, this is how it's going to work.

- The shares outstanding are? - 93.4 million.

Which means, Mr. McCloy,

we need to get our hands on 480,000 options.

We'll borrow your 30 million to buy those options.

Your stock has never sold above $31 a share.

When your stock goes north of 200, which it will,

those options will be worth billions,

and I will own 51 percent of Biocyte.

This is outrageous.

I will not let you take control of my company.

Sit down.

You'll be a billionaire. That's better than being broke.

I have terrorists and other pharmaceutical companies

standing in line.

The ball's in your court, Mr. McCloy.

Run that bastard down.

We're running short on time, Mr. McCloy.

We have got to conclude our business.

Yes.

Start the transfer.

Follow it and let me know.

Raise your hands very slowly.

Sure you want me to do this?

Raise your hands very slowly.

Ethan. Ethan, do you copy?

Keep it going.

Sean, this rat's reached the end of the maze.

Is he alive?

Yeah, more or less.

Bring him to me.

Go.

Sean, transfer completed.

Well done, Stamp. Well done.

Stop mumbling!

I'm afraid he's got no choice. I believe I broke his jaw.

Stamp, I'm impressed.

We don't have a lot of time, Hunt.

Whatever you've got to say, say it now.

How about giving us a big smile?

No?

What are you doing?

Get down on your knees.

Now, this is what's known

as getting your gun off.

There he is!

Ethan!

Just back off and pinpoint their positions!

Luther, clear the bridge for me.

Hunt's heading for the bridge, coming in at 12:00 high.

I'm mad now.

- You all right, mate? - That punk put a hole in my Versace.

Ethan, the computer's up. I've got Nyah.

She's moved out of the city.

She's on the north bluff approaching the cliffs,

but I can't get a visual.

Copy! She's only got a little time left!

Track ahead and pick her up!

I can't get a good shot!

Ethan, we won't be able to cover you.

My earpiece is failing. You've got me on GPS.

Bring her to me.

Billy, north head bluff. Haul ass.

- Get out there and keep firing! - I can't see anything!

Slow down, mate, slow down!

Range is 2 "K."

Go ahead. Use it, Hunt.

It's not a bad way to go.

It's a lot better than the way that bitch is gonna die.

There she is!

Hunt!

You should've killed me.

Miss Hall's blood has absolutely no elements of the Chimera virus,

not even antibodies.

Yes, I gathered as much.

But you were under specific instructions to retrieve a live sample of the virus.

I'd be very interested to know how, after you'd managed this recovery,

it subsequently got destroyed.

By fire.

It's the best way, really.

Well, as for Miss Hall, in light of her efforts

her criminal record will certainly be expunged.

Wiped out.

I'm assuming you approve.

I do.

Where is she now? Any idea?

I don't know. Not exactly.

- So what are your plans? - I don't know.

Some sort of vacation. I'll let you know where I'm going.

Don't have to do that.

It wouldn't be a vacation if you did.

Let's get lost.