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We live and die
in the shadows,

for those we hold close

and for those we never meet.

The end you
always feared is coming.

The Anti-God.

This "entity"
has multiple personalities.

You're telling me
this thing has a mind of its own?

A self-aware, self-learning,
truth-eating digital parasite

infesting all of cyberspace.

An enemy that is everywhere
and nowhere and has no center.

Patiently
listening, reading, watching.

Harvesting our
deepest personal secrets for years.

Able to beguile,
blackmail, bribe or be anyone it wants.

Ethan, that is not me!
You're talking to the Entity.

Whoever controls
the Entity controls the truth.

...most secure
data centers are breached and corrupted.

The Entity will know precisely

how to undermine
our every strength.

Turn
our allies into enemies...

And exploit our every weakness.

...and
our enemies into aggressors.

An unstoppable force of destructive
power that would just lay waste to everything.

The world is
changing. Truth is vanishing.

War is coming.

Good evening, Ethan.

This is your president.

Since you won't reply
to anyone else,

I thought
I'd reach out directly.

First, I want to thank you

for a lifetime of devoted
and unrelenting service.

Were it not for the tireless
dedication of you and your team,

the Earth would be
a very different place.

It might not
even be here at all.

Every risk you've taken...

every comrade you've lost
in the field...

every personal sacrifice
you made...

has brought this world
another sunrise.

It's been 35 years since
circumstances brought you to us

and you were given the choice,

since the IMF saved you

from a life in prison.

And though you
never followed orders,

you never let us down.

You were always
the best of men...

in the worst of times.

I need you to be that man now.

In the months since you
evaded capture in Austria,

every corner of cyberspace has
been infested by the truth-eating,

parasitic A.I. known
to us as the Entity.

Under its influence,

digital information
has been corrupted worldwide.

Nations and people no longer
know what to believe.

Antagonism,

aggression and martial law
are the new world order.

Exploiting this
paranoid atmosphere,

the Entity has inspired
a doomsday cult

with acolytes devoted to
ridding the world of corruption

through human extinction.

And He said unto Noah,
"Behold..."

"I will bring a flood
upon the earth

to destroy all flesh."

The children of the atom
shall rise from the ashes.

And the Entity will
help them rebuild.

These fanatics are secretly
infiltrating every level of law enforcement,

government and our military,

devoted to serving their
digital master's ultimate goal.

Our only hope of
controlling the Entity

relies on finding
its original source code.

If anyone knows the whereabouts
of this code, it's this man.

His identity, his past,
his very existence have been erased,

suggesting he is or was
in league with the Entity.

Austrian authorities have
his accomplice in custody.

But she has refused
to tell us anything.

Which brings us back to you.

You are in possession of a key
believed to be a vital component

in our struggle to acquire
the Entity's source code.

Yet you refuse to come in,

fearing any government will
weaponize this malicious A.I.

against the rest of the world.

Instead you've resolved
to kill the Entity,

a reckless act that would trigger
the total annihilation of cyberspace.

This would eradicate
the global economy,

plunging the world into war
and famine without end.

Agent Hunt. Ethan.

Please surrender.

Or the blood of the world
will be on your hands.

This message will
self-destruct in five seconds.

Come home, Ethan,

and bring us that key.

End it now! End it now!

End it now!
End it now! End it now!

End it now!
End it now! End it now!

Hey, Ethan.

Hey, Luther.

Sorry about the decor.
The Ritz was booked solid.

Well, some drapes,
a few throw pillows, and...

Yeah, a minibar.

Foosball table.

-Hey, bro.
-Hey.

It's always good to see you
on the right side of the grass.

I'm worried you're
working too hard.

Don't worry about ol' Luther.

Okay.

So, what did you
manage to find out?

A lot.

More than I bargained for.

So, what's the play?

First,

we have to find Gabriel.

How do we find him?

You will betray us

because he spared your life.

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

You call that in, it's the end
of the world-- simple as that.

Degas, isn't it?

Clock is running.

You take us in, there won't be
anyone on Earth who can stop it.

There's a part of
you that knows that.

I can see it.

-For God's sake, just trust him!
-Wait, wait, no!

It's okay, it's okay!

Degas, it's okay.
There's no nations on this one.

There's no rival
ideologies, no dogma.

It's who keeps their head
and who panics.

The Entity wants you scared,
it wants us all scared.

It wants us divided.

It wants you to turn us in.

Don't do it.

He's gonna be okay.

Please, Degas.

Please.

We're friends.

You shouldn't be
in there without backup.

Benji, please.
We got this.

-This is a terrible idea.
-Just relax.

Ethan, this place is crawling
with clandestine services.

You should get out of there.

I see them. It's okay.
Stay calm, Benji.

I don't think Gabriel would
risk coming to that party.

Abort.

No, let's just hold
our nerve. He's here.

He's got to be here.

-Ethan, for God's sake, abort!
-We'll figure this out.

Not a problem yet.

Stay where you are.

Don't move, Hunt.

Are you sure it's really me?

All units, we have Hunt.
I repeat, we have Hunt.

They can't hear you.

Grace.

I didn't even see
you get that one.

What separates a good
pickpocket from a great one?

Timing.

Gentlemen?

Nice and slow.

Nothing personal.

You know, I like
the longer hair.

I really appreciate your coming,
but you shouldn't be here.

I didn't have much choice.

Will you expect
me to betray him?

I expect you to
save him from himself

and the world from him.

Kittridge.

You just bought yourself
a world of trouble, Grace.

The whole world's
in trouble, Ethan.

You're the only one
I trust to save it.

So, what's the play?

Grace!

Grace.

Gabriel's got a job
for you, Hunt.

Ethan, wake up!

Okay, what do we do?

Tell me you have a plan.

They took my watch.

-Your watch?
-Yeah, and my cuff links.

-Had lock picks in them.
-I see.

We'll find a way out,
okay? Now, listen.

Ah, it's too late.

It's coming.

Okay, Grace, look at me.

You're gonna get through this.

Get through what?

Just keep telling yourself...

it's only pain.

-Stop!
-Don't touch him!

You can't hurt him.

Not that way.

Take you back to Shanghai?

What was her name?

Julia!

The former Mrs. Hunt.

Did Ethan fail to mention her?

A fellow named
Davian took her...

and ransomed her for something

only Ethan could get.

Davian called it
the Rabbit's Foot.

But it had another name.

The Anti-God.

They never told you what was
in that canister, did they?

But you always wondered.

Stealing the Rabbit's Foot
was just one event

in a lifelong pattern,
repeating itself over and over.

For every life he's tried to
save, he's gambled millions more,

doubling down and down again.

And now the fate of every
living soul on Earth is

his responsibility.

You must be exhausted.

Where's the key?

Let her go.

-Then we'll discuss it.
-We don't have the time.

Someone you hold
close will die tonight

for the sake of those
you will never meet,

unless you do exactly as I say.

He also said the key would
be his on the train, remember?

You had one job:

Get on the train, get the key,
get off the train.

How did your master take the news
when it found out you blew it?

You failed,

and now the Entity
has forsaken you.

Your team's been
compromised, Ethan.

I know what Luther's doing.
I know what you're planning.

Resist me
and I'll make you pay dearly.

If you cooperate,

I can help.

In exchange for what?

You're searching for a Russian
submarine vanished on its maiden voyage.

The K559 Sevastopol.

A state-of-the-art submarine completely
undetectable to any known sonar.

And the secret to
its invisibility was that.

The Podkova.

A counter-acoustic
algorithmic drive

located in the Sevastopol's
sonar sphere.

Now, in the winter of 2012

the Russians discovered a
computer virus of unknown origin

spreading through
their Black Sea fleet.

A digital covert operative.

We suspect this mystery virus
was only intended

to sabotage the Podkova,
rendering the submarine detectable.

-Instead...
-It tricked the crew

into sinking themselves.

Captain! Our
own torpedo is not responding.

It's coming right at us!

Our torpedo's homing!
Range 400 meters!

Sound the collision alar--

If we're right,
the one thing we need to kill the Entity,

its original source code,

is buried in the Sevastopol's
sonar sphere.

Somewhere deep at the
bottom of the ocean, frozen in time,

where even the Entity
can't reach it.

Now, the Podkova's housing was designed
to self-destruct if tampered with.

The only way to
safely open it...

is with a specially designed
cruciform key.

The two halves of which were
held by the Sevastopol's captain and XO.

They were pulled
from the drifting pack ice

in the spring of 2012

by Inuit fishermen.

A man of your skills

now has all he needs to pinpoint
that sub down to the square yard.

You think I'm gonna get the
source code and bring it to you.

I don't think. I know.

I'm gonna let you go.

Then you're gonna find the Entity's
source code and bring it to me

in exchange for Grace.

Then I'll take control
of the Entity,

the proverbial genie
you let out.

The Rabbit's Foot.

The Anti-God.

It wasn't a
biological or a chemical weapon

you took from Shanghai.

The vial you traded for Julia
contained malicious code.

The primordial digital ooze

from which a weapon evolved.

A weapon the East
couldn't make work.

A weapon the West might never
have made on their own.

You didn't know
what you were stealing.

None of us did.

I knew why I was stealing it.

They kidnapped my wife.

Stealing the Rabbit's Foot was
the only way I could get her back.

I sank that submarine
as much as the Entity did.

Without you, Ethan,

there'd be no Entity.

And if you don't find that sub
in the next few days...

It's the end of the world
as we know it.

And it will all be his fault.

He knows it.

Look at me.

Tell me I'm wrong.

False tooth.

Cyanide capsule.

I bite down on this,
and I'm dead in sixty seconds.

You'll never see
that source code.

Don't touch him!

Spit it out.

Release her first.

You won't do it.

I got nothing to lose.

But Grace does.

And with you dead,

who's gonna save her?

-Spit it out.
-Ethan.

Remember, Grace,
it's only pain.

-Medic!
-Ethan!

Bring the defibrillator!

Come on!

Come on!

Wait, wait! Charging.

Charging.

Ready.

Keys!

I need him alive.

Kill her.

Gabriel's getting away.

Go.

Ethan!

You okay?

Gabriel's getting away.

Grace.

Whoa. Hey.

You don't think that
I would have let them...

Grace, I would never let
anything happen to you.

Nothing serious.

I mean--

Wha--

I mean--

Well, they were gonna kill you.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, you did great,
by the way.

We really got to go.

Freeze!

I got him!

-We talked about this.
-Ethan wants him alive.

She'll be the death of me.

Ethan.

You're not seriously gonna...?

All right, I'm here.

Now what do you want?

Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

You have questions.

The Entity has answers.

But you have to let it in.

You know this place.

There is only
pain if you resist.

Again,

you know this place.

The Doomsday Vault.

South Africa.

You will meet
the Entity there.

You will let it in.

And the fate of every
living thing will be decided

in the blink of an eye.

This is your calling,
your destiny.

I don't accept that.

In here,
you have no secrets.

The K559 Sevastopol.

The Podkova.

A cruciform key.

My magnum opus.

The algorithm on that drive,

when paired with
the Entity's source code,

will act as the poison pill
you asked for.

You plan to retrieve
the Podkova from the Sevastopol

and destroy the Entity.

And that scares you.

The Entity sees
infinite possibilities.

Retrieve the Podkova

and you risk everything.

You will go
to the Doomsday Vault

and let the Entity in.

It is written.

Never.

The end is coming, Ethan.

You have always known this.

The Entity offers hope
for the future.

The few who survive
will be stronger.

The children of the atom
shall rise from the ashes.

And the Entity
will help them rebuild.

But only if you let it in.

And if I don't...
what then?

Destroy the world
and you just destroy yourself.

The choice is yours.

The Entity's future

or no future at all.

Let the world be enslaved

or let the world be destroyed.

Now you are the chosen one.

Gabriel is outcast.

He has taken steps to gain control
of the Entity, as you will see.

Resist me
and I'll make you pay dearly.

Someone you hold
close will die tonight.

Luther.

You know what humanity
must do to change their destiny.

You know they cannot
stop the inevitable.

They will destroy themselves
believing they have no choice.

Their time has come.

In four days,

they will face
their final reckoning.

Is this real?
Is this real?

Yeah.

Are you real? You're real.

-You're real.
-Yeah.

-It knows.
-It knows what?

I need a pen.
Something to write on.

You'll take the team.
You'll take them north.

North? North where?

-The Sevastopol.
-The Sevastopol?

I have to get caught. It's
the only way I could get there.

VHF receiver.
Decompression chamber.

Steal a plane. An old plane.
No transponder, no GPS.

Everything is analog.

A DC-3.

Everything you need
is right in there.

Remember to transmit the coordinates
every two hours for 15 minutes

and I'll listen when I can.

-You're team leader now.
-No, I--

Benj, take care of your team.

Key.

-You stay off the ice.
-What ice?

Just please, whatever you do,
no matter what, stay off the ice.

Okay. Okay. Yeah.

Go.

Where are you going?

Luther.

Tell Ethan...

I'll be waiting for him.

Hey, Luther.

Hey, Ethan.

How'd it go with Gabriel?

Yeah, it went well. We...

You don't say.

And so, whose blood is that?

What?

Oh, it's no one we know.

-Is that what I think it is?
-Nothing special.

Plutonium core.

I'm guessing a five
or six megaton yield.

Enough to turn this entire city
into a glass ashtray.

That's...

not good.

Already tried. Can't open it.

I see that.

Gabriel has the poison pill.

You might want to find him.

Yeah, we will.
Can you disarm that?

I just have to stop these nine
detonators from imploding the core.

Detach one detonator,
no implosion.

And no implosion,
no critical mass.

And no critical mass,
no six megaton blast.

-How much time we have?
-Enough time for you to get out of here.

Maybe with those tools
I get these hinges off.

Even if you could
get that gate open,

I still have to
detach one detonator.

What are you saying?

I can save the city...

but this entire network of
tunnels is going to cave in.

Whoever detaches
that detonator...

is going to die.

We're both on the right side
of that gate

and you know it.

Luther, throw me the tool bag.

They weren't left here by
accident, Ethan. You know why.

Gabriel needs me alive.

And he needs you to die.

Because you are the only one who
can make another poison pill.

And I am the only one
who can get to that submarine.

Tell Ethan...

I'll be waiting for him.

If he has
the poison pill,

I have to bring him the Podkova

so he can control the Entity.

This is where you leave me.

Luther.

What are we gonna do?

Retire?

Go fishing?

This is my mission.

This is what I was born to do.

Luther, I can't. I can't.

There's nothing you
need to say, brother.

I know.

I know.

I'm right where I want to be.

Ethan... you need to hurry.

You go.

Find Gabriel.

Stop him.

For those we never meet.

For those we never meet.

Gabriel, you son of a bitch,

no one is safe
from Phineas Phreak.

My man Degas.

Is he dead?

No, he's-- he's alive.

Briggs, isn't it?

But that isn't your real name.

What of it?

Your real name is Jim Phelps.

Like your father.

He was in the service, too.

He vanished when
you were seven.

You joined to find out
what happened to him,

and you found out
he had legal trouble.

He was offered the choice:

To join the IMF...

or spend the rest of
his life in prison.

Just like you, Hunt.

Only in your case, the charge
was murder, I believe.

But let me guess.

You were framed.

Just like your claim you were framed
all those years ago in Prague.

How the mission went sideways.

How you lost your whole team.

Your story had my father
down as a traitor.

That's why you killed him.

It's true. I wish it weren't.

You think I'm carrying that?

That I'm here for revenge?

Or... what?

To clear my father's name?

It's my name now.

No.

I'm here

because I know
you're the reason

the world's staring down
the barrel at Armageddon.

And I also know
it's not the first time

you've gambled with
the fate of the human race.

And none of that
would matter to me...

if you'd ever once

been following

orders.

Briggs.

Phelps.

Jim.

The Entity wants you
to hate me.

It's counting on it.

And the only way to beat it
is to do the one thing

it would never expect us to do.

What's that?

You forget I know you, Hunt.

I know all your IMF mind games.

When this is over,
when they're done with you,

you and me,

we'll have our reckoning.

It's a shame about your friend.

Then again,

you're used to losing them.

Sir?

While you've been out conducting
your own personal field operation,

the Entity has infiltrated the
nuclear command centers of India,

Israel, Pakistan,
and North Korea.

Today at 0400 hours Zulu time,

France's RAMSES
facility was breached.

Their entire nuclear arsenal is now
under the Entity's command and control.

That leaves only four nations
with secure nuclear arsenals.

U.K., China, Russia and us.

Everything you were,

everything you've done

has come to this.

The CIA Black Vault break-in.

I'm sorry, what
is a "NOC list"?

A complete record of our
covert operatives overseas.

So this is the man who--

Broke into our own Black Vault

and stole the list
of our own spies, yes.

He did return the list.

It's on the next page.

Am I reading this correctly?
The Kremlin bombing?

In fairness, the bomb was
actually meant to kill him.

He gassed a security briefing

at the National
Intelligence Directorate.

That was
just two months ago.

You two would have
been in that meeting.

He arrived in the form
of Mister Kittridge's aide.

And left as Mister Kittridge,
I believe.

This explains the handcuffs.

It's still not clear
why he's here.

Like it or not, what we're looking
at is our means of last resort.

Quite possibly our only hope
of averting nuclear Armageddon.

If we want to
control the Entity,

we have to deal with him.

Should he choose to accept.

Agent Hunt.

-Madam President.
-I'm sorry for your loss.

Please sit.

Let's hear it.

I need that key
and the use of a ship.

Specifically,
an aircraft carrier.

More specifically,
the George H.W. Bush.

He wants the "use of"

a six-and-a-half billion dollar
nuclear-powered military asset.

With instructions for the ship's
commander to accommodate my every request.

To do what exactly?

Use that key and what it opens

to kill the Entity.

Killing the Entity means
the annihilation of cyberspace.

The consequences of which
are catastrophic.

Why the hell would I
do what you suggest?

Respectfully, Madam President,
you have no other choice.

-There is always another choice.
-No, ma'am.

In this case, not a good one.

The world's nuclear powers are
in a paranoid downward spiral.

Every nation had a chance
to take their missiles offline,

but no one trusted
anyone else to do that.

Your State Department is warning you that
diplomatic channels are breaking down.

Everyone who still has control of their
arsenals is considering a first strike.

Just like you are.

The intelligence
community knows

that the Entity
is learning as it goes.

It's getting smarter,
it's getting stronger.

They know that
we have only 72 hours

before every other nuclear arsenal on
Earth is under the Entity's control.

Three days before it focuses
the full force of its energy

on the toughest, most secure
defense system on the planet: Ours.

At which point, the Defense Department
will have no choice but to insist

that you open that case,

enter the codes, and launch
an all-out preemptive strike

on the world's eight
other nuclear arsenals

before the Entity
takes control of ours.

Madam President,

either you destroy the world
or the Entity does.

In any case, it is checkmate.

There is another choice.

You could tell me what
you know about that key

and give us the power
to control the Entity.

Madam President, if I believed that were
true, I would tell you everything I know.

Everything!

You ran the CIA, you know
psychological warfare when you see it.

Just look around.

We are in the Entity's reality.

And I believe it's
counting on you to stop me.

If what you're saying is true,

how can you be sure the Entity
doesn't want us to do

exactly what you're
proposing right now?

Because it knows you would
never do anything so illogical.

That you would be
insane to trust me.

And that is precisely
why you should.

For once,

let's let the Entity worry
about what we're going to do.

I'm worried about those three
other nations, Madam President,

still in control
of their arsenals.

Nations who could panic
and launch a full-scale attack

while he's out there with an aircraft
carrier, doing God knows what!

While he's out there
trying to kill the Entity.

Which we all know
is a terrible idea.

Madam President, please. I'm
asking for three days while you

keep the world calm.

Three days.

Have I ever...

let you down before?

And when the Entity decides
to attack before then?

It has enough missiles to kill billions
already. Why hasn't it done it?

Because it's a machine.

-It's thinking like a machine.
-No, its thinking...

Its thinking is binary.

...is dictated by what
it's learned from us.

It hasn't launched because
it doesn't have total control.

It needs the world's entire atomic
arsenal to guarantee the desired outcome:

The total annihilation
of humankind.

Madam President,

it is going to wait.

Northwood Nuclear Operations and
Targeting Centre in London has been breached.

The United Kingdom has
lost control of its arsenal.

I will ask you one last time.

What does this unlock?

Erika,

I need you to trust me

one last time.

Trust me when I tell you:

When that clock
runs out in 72 hours,

I will press that button,

and that will be
your responsibility.

Madam President--

Sergeants,

lock him up!

You heard the President.

You have 72 hours.

She says you'll know what to do
with this when the time comes.

Sir!

Good luck.

I left you a message on there
for when this is over.

You can tell me yourself...

after.

They made us take an oath
when they gave us the choice.

We live and die in the shadows

for those we hold close...

and for those we never meet.

I know what's on your mind.

You did the right thing
when you kept the key.

You've always been
on the right side, brother.

Always.

Never forget,

our lives are not defined
by any one action.

Our lives

are the sum of our choices.

I have no regrets.

Neither should you.

Did Erika--

Did the President

tell you the meaning
behind this note?

No, ma'am.

Serbia. May 22nd, 1996.
We both lost someone we loved.

Very much.

All because no one in
authority would take a risk.

I'm sitting on
a powder keg, mister.

Just over that horizon is Russia's only
aircraft carrier, the Admiral Kuznetsov.

I am one wrong move away
from the first shoot-out

between two flattops
since World War II.

One flinch from
touching off World War III.

And you're asking me to fly you
directly into the eye of the storm.

Yes, ma'am, I am.

What exactly are
you looking for?

SOSUS.

Short for "Sound
Surveillance System."

It's a worldwide network
of undersea acoustic cables

dating back to the Cold War.

If an undersea event of any significance
happens anywhere in the world,

one of these listening stations will
pinpoint that event to the square meter.

And one of
these SOSUS stations

will have recorded
our missing Russian submarine's

impact on the sea floor
in the winter of 2012.

Without ever understanding
the significance of the event.

Whereas the Russians know
when the Sevastopol vanished.

They're just not
exactly sure where.

Which one

out of all these SOSUS stations
picked up the event?

We know the bodies of the Sevastopol's
crew were recovered in sea ice.

And since they were recovered
by Inuit fishermen...

We're guessing it went down
somewhere in the Arctic.

A search area of roughly five
and a half million square miles.

Meaning the most likely SOSUS
station to pick it up is...

This one. In the Bering Sea.

St. Matthew Island.

The Russians will know this.

Why haven't they just
stormed the island already?

Because St. Matthew is
a U.S. Government installation.

An overt act of aggression
would trigger World War III.

But now Armageddon is coming.

Do your friends know they're
walking into a potential siege?

They know that's the job.

So, to retrieve the Entity's
source code from Sevastopol,

Ethan needs the precise coordinates
from St. Matthew Island.

And a submarine, obviously.

One that's willing to take you
where you want to go.

No questions asked.

Ma'am.

And that's assuming

your friends can actually
get the coordinates.

Which we're expected to transmit for
fifteen minutes every two hours...

In the hope that Ethan is somehow
able to receive our signal.

How do you intend to make it
out from under the ice cap?

After sending me the coordinates,
my team will make their way there.

Now, Ethan will
have a VHF transmitter

which will enable us to zero in on
his exact location under the ice.

All we have to do then
is grab a chainsaw and--

What? Cut a hole in the ice cap
and just pull Ethan out?

Hang on. Depending on
how deep that wreck is,

Ethan will have severe decompression
sickness before he reaches the surface.

Which is why we have this.

What the hell is that?

This is a state-of-the-art inflatable
hyperbaric decompression chamber.

You're not serious.

-What?
-You mean to tell me that Ethan's life

and the fate of
all life on Earth

depends on us all meeting
at the exact same place

at the exact same time,

somewhere in
the frozen Bering Sea...

with that.

Exactly.

And what if he drowns
before we get there?

In all likelihood, he will.

But in water that cold, the hypothermia
will slow down his metabolic functions

and buy us time to revive him.

That's your plan?

Exactly.

That's our plan.

The only submarine
in range is the Ohio.

Jack Bledsoe's boat.

When submerged,

he's reachable only by VLF radio--
shielded from any digital transmission.

That means he is
immune to this thing.

But only if he stays submerged.

An Osprey can get you there in two hours,
but it won't have enough fuel to wait.

There's no other choice.

If Bledsoe receives my command,

if he believes it
to be authentic,

he might come to
periscope depth.

He might wait thirty seconds.

If you are even
one minute late...

Just give me this chance.

You let Hunt go?

-That's what I said.
-With the key?

-He couldn't do much without it.
-So where is he now?

Somewhere in the
Northern Pacific, I assume.

You gave him an
aircraft carrier?

I am the Commander in Chief of the
Armed Forces, Mister Secretary.

It is my aircraft carrier

and I do with it as I please.

You knew this would happen.

I suspected.

You could have
at least told us.

I just did.
And now you're excused.

-Madam President--
-That will be all.

I couldn't tell you.

It had to be my responsibility
and mine alone.

And I had to buy Hunt time.

Someone could have
tried to stop him.

They may not agree with you,
but they do respect your authority.

Before this is over,
someone will panic.

Someone will try to stop me.

Another field trip.

-You know where he's at?
-I know where he's gonna end up.

Let's surprise him.

Now remember,
governments would kill

to know what we know
about the Sevastopol.

This is a CIA station

run by seasoned field agents trained to
get information and never, ever give it.

Tell them nothing about our real mission.
Just let me do the talking.

Hello.

-Can I help you?
-I certainly hope so. Yes.

We're looking for the SOSUS
listening station.

You found it, friend. I'm
the station chief, Bill Donloe.

My wife, Tapeesa.

Hello. How do you do?

Well, nice to meet you, Bill.

We're researchers from
the British Seismological--

I'm sorry, did you say Donloe?

-That's right.
-Bill.

William Donloe?

Langley Donloe?
Black Vault Donloe?

The same.

And you are?

I don't believe...
Are you ser...

This guy is a coding legend.

He designed the CIA mainframe
at Langley. The Black Vault.

It's the most secure database on the
planet. It's completely impenetrable.

Well, if it were impenetrable,
I wouldn't be here.

The Vault was breached in '96

and the agency shipped me
out the same day.

Been here ever since.

Wait. So you mean to say you've
been on this island for...

Thirty years.

Just out of curiosity, how do
you know about the Black Vault?

That's highly classified.

Tick-tock,
tick-tock, tick-tock.

Sorry. Who did
you say you were?

Just tell the man
why we're here.

Mr. Donloe. Bill.

Even if we could
tell you the truth,

you wouldn't believe it.
I wouldn't.

The heart of the matter
is that we need access

to all your SOSUS data
from late winter 2012.

Otherwise the world will
cease to exist in a few days.

It's happening, isn't it?

The Entity.

I've tried to warn people
about it for years, but...

no one would listen.

Can you help us?

I wish I could.

Please come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

Sir! Wake up!

Wake up, sir!

We got problems. Real problems.

-What's happening?
-It's the Admiral Kuznetsov.

We got to get out of here!

We're in Ivan's
threat zone, man.

-Any sign of the Ohio?
-No, sir. And we're at bingo.

If I don't turn around soon, we won't have
enough fuel to get us back to the boat.

-Anything on the radio?
-Nothing but static on VHF.

If your friends are broadcasting a
signal, we can't hear it.

Just take us into a hover.

-Sir, we are at bingo.
-Five minutes!

Just give me five
minutes. Please!

We can give you one.

Decel.

What are we doing in a hover?
We got to bug out!

Bogies at two.

They're showing us
their missiles, man.

That's the only warning
we're gonna get.

-Russian Aircraft...
-This is some World War III shit here. We got to go!

International
airspace. No challenge.

I repeat:
No challenge is intended.

Where the hell are you going?

Where are you, Ethan?

You must be Captain Bledsoe.

And you must be
out of your mind.

What exactly was the plan
if we hadn't shown up?

You know, I really hadn't
thought that far ahead.

Okay.

Nope.

Rear Admiral Neely
sends her regards.

She told me to
expect a green flare.

She never mentioned a Taser.

Mind telling me
what this is all about?

-My mission is classified.
-Uh-huh.

I need you to take me north.

Continue.

I'm expecting a set
of exact coordinates

via Morse code transmission.

And just how exactly do you
expect to receive them down here?

You'd have to come
to periscope depth.

Raise the antenna.

Signal-scan the low
end of the VHF band.

-For how long?
-Fifteen minutes.

That would give the Russians fifteen
minutes to pinpoint our location.

Starting at noon,
and every two hours after that,

until my team sends
me those coordinates.

North is
the Bering Sea, mister.

Right now every submarine in the
Russian Pacific Fleet is up there.

My primary mission is to
lock down their positions

and ascertain
what they're up to.

I'm thinking you
know the answer.

-What is that?
-That's St. Matthew Island.

There's nothing there but an
old SOSUS listening station.

No, no, that right next to it.
What is that?

That's the Losharik.

You know what that is?

It's a mini-sub,
Russian Special Forces.

Get yourself
a gold star, mister.

Aerial recon spotted it off St.
Matthew Island just over an hour ago.

It's deployed from this:

The Belgorod. The deadliest
submarine in the Russian Navy.

My secondary mission is to locate
that bastard and hold it at risk.

The Losharik means
it's somewhere close by.

You have people on that island.

That's where your coordinates
are coming from.

Will you help me?

Mister...

if you want to poke the bear,

oh, you've come
to the right man.

Like to speak with
your divemaster, sir.

Chief!

Yes, sir.

Have Pills meet our guest
in the FORECON quarters.

Aye, sir.
This way, sir.

As I've explained
to our friends here,

I don't have
the data they want.

The agency ignored my request to
upgrade our system for a decade.

One day a team shows up,
unannounced,

and refits the entire system
in a matter of days.

I'm guessing this is
the winter of 2012.

Right. The old system
ran on magnetic tapes,

backed up to 8-inch floppies.

These were in the
dog shed out back.

These boxes might
contain the coordinates

you're all looking for,

but I don't have a reader.

That was also
taken away in 2012.

You expect him to build one.

I came for coordinates,
not boxes.

Supposing you find the coordinates.
What happens to my team?

I will take the coordinates to
my superiors. My men wait here.

When we have located
what we're looking for,

my men will leave
and you will not be harmed.

Would you believe
that if you were me?

No, I would not.

You have one hour
to build the drive.

What's your name?

Koltsov.

-Your first name?
-Captain.

Koltsov, I'm Grace.
That's Benji.

Could we just, for five
minutes, be human beings?

Not Russians, not Americans, just people
that want to see our loved ones again.

I have no one. Not even a dog.

Well, you certainly
don't have this key.

The cruciform key that grants
the holder access to the Podkova.

Even if you have
the coordinates,

you still can't safely retrieve
the Entity's source code

without our help.

You have another key,

don't you?

You've had one all along.

What you don't have
are the coordinates.

And when you build the drive,

we will have that.

Okay, let's try something else.

What if I told you
that we have a friend

who's been disavowed by his own government
because he refused to hand over this key?

Our friend is out there right now,
independent from any chain of command,

waiting for us
to transmit those coordinates.

And he will stop at nothing

to safely retrieve the Podkova and
use the source code stored on it

to destroy the Entity.

And not for the sake of
any one nation, but for all.

Don't you see? The Entity is counting
on us to distrust each other.

Please...

let us complete our mission.

We are not enemies.

Would you believe
that if you were me?

No.

I suppose I wouldn't.

You have one hour.

This is the Mark
VII pressure suit,

specifically designed
to reduce decompression time

after diving profound depths.

It does this by means of an exotic
mixture of oxygen and inert gases.

You'll need to do an extended
breathe-up for your body to handle it.

Exactly what kind of gases
are we talking about?

That's classified.

Assuming you're on task
for twenty minutes or less,

your time in decompression will
be cut down from days to hours.

-Theoretically.
-Theoretically?

We haven't tested the Mark VII
below 300 feet.

To conserve air,
you'll need to make a fast descent.

Which means guaranteed HPNS.

High Pressure Nervous Syndrome.

You should expect tremors,

shakes, dizziness,

disorientation,
and mental confusion.

And all of it
under extreme pressure.

Even if the Mark
VII works as designed,

you still won't have enough
mixture for a slow ascent.

That means you're guaranteed
to get the bends.

Nitrogen in your muscle
tissue expands into your bloodstream.

Excruciating pain.

Convulsions.

Complete loss of
muscle control.

You'll have maybe twenty minutes to
get to the decompression chamber.

And without the
decompression chamber...

You're a dead man.

Another VHF scan
came and went.

If your friends
are broadcasting,

we still haven't picked it up.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

That's the sled dogs out in the barn.
It's coming up to dinnertime.

I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret, friend.

There are no coordinates
on any of these disks.

That "refit"
fourteen years ago?

It had all the stench
of a cover-up.

And the top man
talked down to Tapeesa.

I did not like that.

I never told them
about these backups.

And when they left,
I went through every one of them myself.

A lone event stood out.

A massive undersea implosion

about a month before they
arrived to take everything away.

Naturally, I didn't
understand the significance.

But I noted the coordinates
and then

I destroyed the only disk.

Are you saying you
know where the Sevastopol is?

Down to the square meter.

Dinnertime.

Can my wife please
tend to the dogs?

I can't concentrate
with this racket.

-She's gonna need some help.
-I'll go!

I could use the air.

Five minutes
to the next broadcast window.

We'll be under the ice cap
soon and lose all comms.

This will be our last chance.

Chief of the Watch,
raise number one comms antenna.

What? Wait! Wait, Hagar.

Wait!

Wait. What is this?
What is this?

You won't stop
the Entity, Ethan.

I can't let you.

Donloe, get to the radio!

Send the coordinates!

Conn radio!
VHF Morse code incoming.

Radio, on speaker.

Hagar,

you've spent too much...

time

on the Internet!

No, wait!

Where's Donloe?

Donloe!

We got to go!

The coordinates you wanted.

I'm afraid you're
on the wrong boat.

That's 2,000 miles
off the Cape of Good Hope.

On the other side of the world.

Damn near exactly.

"Exactly."

Exactly the opposite.

In case the Russians
were listening.

Very clever.

Officer of the Deck,

set a new course: 3-4-0.

Right 15 degrees
rudder, steady on course 3-4-0.

Aye, sir.
My rudder is right 15.

Officer of the Deck,
submerged contact, bearing 1-0-0.

On the edge of
our starboard baffles.

-On speaker.
-Exhibiting tonals of a Russian Oscar II-class submarine.

Chief of the Watch, station the fire
control tracking party silently.

-Silently. Aye, sir.
-Well, that's one mission accomplished.

We found the Belgorod.

It's right on our ass.

Wherever your mission
is taking you,

now you're taking
the Russians there.

No, they're never gonna
know my destination.

When we reach those coordinates,
I'd like you to slow to ten knots,

turn this boat around

and take the Russians
back the way we came.

What happens to
your mission then?

I'll be getting
off at the turn.

Mister,

without our decompression
chamber, you'll die for sure.

Sir, your decompression chamber
was never part of our plan.

Oh.

Okay.

What exactly is your plan?

Okay.

Huh?

Me? No! No, no, I can't.
I don't know how. I don't know how.

Of course.

Of course.

Yeah. Show me.

That's "left."

"Forward."

Wooh.

On this?
"Wooh" is stop?

Wooh.

Okay.

What's this for?

Polar bear?

-There's your key, okay?
-Power on.

Take a deep breath.

The Mark VII's guidance system
will take you to your coordinates.

The depth at your
location is 500 feet.

Figure 19 minutes to your
target, 10 minutes on task.

Remember:

Any longer than that

and your chances of survival
decrease by the second.

And don't forget:

You must exhale continuously
as you rise to the surface.

Hold your breath
and your lungs will explode.

The VHF transmitter
you asked for.

Your team should be able to locate
you within a two-mile radius.

Look after that.

Good luck.

Take care of my suit.

Sonar, range to Belgorod.

Sir, I have near-field effect.
Too close to tell.

Maneuvering, slow
to ten knots by log.

Helm, on my mark,
right full rudder.

Standing by
for your mark, Captain.

Mark the turn.

Aye, sir.
My rudder is right full.

Godspeed, mister.

Torpedo tube.

It's okay. It's okay.

Where is it?

-The Podkova, where is it?
-Here.

You did it, Ethan.

You did it.

So what happens now?

Now...

we find Gabriel.

We get Luther's poison pill.

And we kill the Entity.

Ethan, I've been thinking.

How can we undo everything
the Entity has done?

If we could control it,

maybe we could bring
the world back from the brink.

Grace...

who on earth would you ever
trust with that much power?

Well, you, of course.

Only you.

I believe you were
meant to do this.

Not me.

Not anyone.

Thank you...

for bringing me back.

Nothing to it.

It's a long story.

We haven't been
formally introduced. I'm--

William Donloe. Langley.

We met thirty years ago.

Almost.

So you're him.

I understand I owe you my life.

I don't know how to make amends
for what I've done to yours.

That's a matter of
perspective, friend.

If you hadn't broken in the vault 30
years ago, I'd probably still be there.

I'd probably even
think I was happy.

I never would have found the only
home that's ever brought me peace.

And I certainly never would
have met the woman I love.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

I owe you my life.

We'll be landing
just as the clock runs out.

By the time we arrive,
the Entity will have control

of the world's nine
automated doomsday arsenals.

And it will be fueling
the missiles it controls.

But it can't launch until it has a safe
place to hide if it wants to survive.

The safest place is here.

-What is that?
-The Doomsday Vault. Kongo Yowa.

It's a top secret
standalone, solar-powered,

TEMPEST-hardened, Level A

exabyte data server.

One billion
gigabytes of storage.

-That's a lot of home movies.
-Well, you're not far off.

It contains all the accumulated
knowledge deemed worthy of preservation.

And it's fully shielded.

Totally impervious to
electromagnetic energy of any kind.

No transmissions in or out.

An incorruptible
ark of human history

built to survive
the end of the world.

So, if the Entity got in there,

it could survive for
thousands of years,

no matter what happened
to the rest of the world.

And why would it
want to survive?

What does it stand to gain from
wiping out all life on Earth?

A question Noah and his family must
have asked just before the flood.

The Anti-God
thinks it's God.

Always

right to the point,
aren't you?

This is the poison pill
containing Luther's algorithm.

And this is the Podkova,

containing the Entity's
original source code.

When combined, they will
form a sort of digital toxin.

When uploaded to cyberspace,
this toxin will attack the Entity

and alter its ability
to perceive reality.

So, combine that
with the Podkova...

We can deceive
the Lord of Lies.

Mais...

we don't have
Luther's poison pill.

Gabriel does.

Which is why we can be sure he'll be
waiting for us in the Doomsday Vault.

Once the Entity is
infected with Luther's algorithm,

it will think it's entering the
junction's central data server

when it will actually
be going here.

What is it?

Careful,
it's very delicate.

It can't be.

It's a 5D optical data drive.

360 terabytes in
the palm of your hand.

I thought these
were just theoretical.

They were.

Until Luther built one.

If the Entity is our genie,

then this optical drive is
the bottle we'll capture it in.

Which brings us
to the tricky part.

Once inside,

once it believes
that it's safe,

the Entity will
initiate a nuclear launch.

We have to disconnect this
drive before it can do that.

How long do we have?

Roughly...

100 milliseconds.

The blink of an eye.

If we do it too soon...

We won't trap the
genie in the bottle.

Mmm. And if
we do it too late...

We won't prevent the Entity
from launching.

Either way...

If we pull the
drive at the wrong time,

the Entity wins.

Hang on. If the Doomsday Vault
is electronically shielded,

how does the Entity
expect to get in?

It expects us to let it in.

Just like Gabriel expects me
to hand over the Podkova.

Neither of which
we'd ever do, obviously.

Right?

Think about it. The vault
is electronically shielded.

No signals get in or out.

Someone has to go
outside the vault

in order to upload Luther's
poison pill to the Entity.

And if Gabriel wants
to control the Entity...

He has to upload
Luther's poison pill.

You're not seriously
gonna give him the Podkova

and let him get
away with the pill.

That's exactly
what I'm going to do.

Gabriel will be part of
the team and never know it.

That's insane! You're letting
the Entity into the vault.

That's precisely what
it wants you to do.

"It is written."

Yes.

And it's the only
chance we have

of beating Gabriel
and the Entity.

One chance in a trillion.

Ethan, think about
what you're doing.

Think about how you got here.
Think about how the world got here.

How do you know that the Entity didn't
want you to recover the Podkova?

Maybe it told you
it was impossible

because it knew that was the
thing that you needed to hear!

Is that
what you think, Grace?

I think you're risking
the fate of the world

and billions of lives

on the blink of an eye.

Yes, Grace.

I am.

And if there was
another choice, I'd take it.

I know you all have your
doubts. I don't blame you.

But we have to stick together.

And we have to
make sure that Grace

is the one to
disconnect that drive.

Me?

What separates a good
pickpocket from a great one?

Timing.

Blink of an eye.

Where is everybody?

They know what's coming.

They've all gone home.

We can't accurately predict
how fast the Entity is moving now.

Madam President, Hunt is gone.

If he isn't dead,
the Russians have him.

If we lose
control of our arsenal,

we lose any hope of preventing
the Entity from launching.

We are out of time!

General Sidney...

what is our most
limited attack option?

Surgical
nuclear strikes

confined strictly to the command
centers of the eight nations

under the Entity's control.

Beijing. Islamabad. London.

Moscow. New Delhi. Paris.

Pyongyang. And Tel Aviv.

Casualties.

Estimated death tolls
from initial strikes.

And more later, of course,
from the resulting nuclear fallout.

Estimates, uh... vary.

Obviously the bombing of major
cities in eight different countries

would create an unprecedented
political crisis.

One that would likely lead
to a protracted global war.

It may be diplomatically
prudent to make a...

gesture.

A gesture?

Sacrifice one of our
cities here at home.

We've prepared a list.

Cities have been arranged
by strategic and economic importance.

And...

...population, of course.

You'd be sacrificing
a hundred million lives...

to save seven billion.

This can't be happening.

Madam President,

we are in
the Entity's reality now.

And this is checkmate.

Gunnery Sergeant,
I need your sidearm.

Sir?

You heard me, son.
Hand it over.

The main server's
through there.

Now, Benji, Grace,
you come with me.

The rest of you,
you just wait here.

Non.

That's the door
to the server room.

It's too exposed.

You should go back
to the others.

If Gabriel is in there,
he'll kill you.

He has to leave here with
the pill and the Podkova.

I'm expendable.
Neither of you are.

He's right.

Take care of your team.

Your final reckoning!

Thirty megaton yield.

My man lets go of that button and
the Entity has no place to hide.

And what happens to you?

I have a plane that'll take me
to minimum safe distance.

Reliable, analog,
under the radar.

I even brought a spare.
Just in case.

And you honestly believe
destroying this place

will stop the Entity
from launching.

I think it's bluffing.

It won't end the world
if it can't survive,

and it can't survive
if you don't let it in.

Now hand over the Podkova

and I'll let you walk away.

-Why would I believe that?
-Because I want you

and everyone you care about

to live long lives
in the world I create

when the Entity answers to me.

You're beat, Ethan.

If not today, some other place,
some other time.

As long as I have this,

wherever I go, you will follow.

And the Podkova
will come to me.

That is written.

Nothing is written.

I'm not sure
Luther would agree.

Now,

tell me I win!

You win.

I like the sound of that.

Say it again.

Uh-uh.

Oh, no.

Hands where I can
see them, dickhead.

Let's have it.

Time?

18 minutes.

I know you.

Donloe.

William Donloe.

My wife, Tapeesa.

I got to hand it to you, Hunt. This is
one crackerjack unit you've put together.

I'm imagining the Entity is shaking
in its virtual shorts right about now.

What do I need to know about this,
and what exactly was the play?

The only play is to give that to
him, and let him go right now.

You want me to give this
to him and let him go.

-Right now.
-Right now.

-Right now.
-Right now...

the President of
the United States

is preparing to vaporize
millions upon millions of souls.

All because Ethan here doesn't believe
that anyone can safely control the Entity.

Does that sound sane?
To anyone?

Maybe you should ask
the crew of the Sevastopol.

-Time?
-17 minutes, sir.

-Kittridge.
-You wouldn't be here if Ethan didn't have a plan.

Whomever tells me
what that plan is

will be sparing millions of lives, and
you'll be spared the fate of the others.

Sir, we're running out of time.
We need to get to a minimum safe distance.

Why are we still standing here?

Because he's here
and he's here.

And this means something.

Any second now

Ethan's gonna
tell me what it is.

I've known this man
for a long time.

And he won't want anything to
happen to his precious team.

And that's the pattern,
isn't it?

You refuse to sacrifice

the ones you hold close.

That is why we're still here.

It's over.

There's no shame in it.

Now just...

tell me what I'm missing.

Time.

-Okay.
-Now!

Gabriel!

Paris, Gabriel now!
Kill him now!

Degas! Gabriel! Shoot him,
shoot him, kill him! Kill him!

Catch me if you can, Ethan!

You go after him
and get the pill.

We'll get to the server room
and let the Entity in.

Ethan, we'll figure it out.

You are forgetting the bomb.
The nuclear bomb.

We'll figure it out.

-Ethan!
-Benji.

Go! I got this.

Go.

Blink of an eye.

Paris! Cover, cover!

Hunt!

I thought
he'd never leave.

We'll figure it out.

We got to go, Briggs.

-It's your funeral.
-Let's go.

There has to be
a way to disarm it.

Even if you can prevent it
from going nuclear,

you can't stop those
detonators from exploding.

Could we survive the blast
from the server room?

Only if someone stays behind and
stops the bomb from going critical.

But whoever that is,
they're not going to make it.

We'll handle the bomb. The rest of
you get Benji to the server room.

There's no time
to discuss it. Go.

Keep pressure on it.

I've got it.
I've got it.

I'll stay with them.

There's nothing for me
to do in the server room.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Where'd you learn to do this?

Never said I did.

-This is not good.
-What is it?

If I had to guess,
it's a tension pneumothorax.

-What does that mean?
-Pressure building in the pleural cavity.

My lung is collapsing.

If we don't act fast, it means
suffocation or cardiac arrest.

Do either of you have
any medical experience?

I can work with that.

Grace, I need
you to hack the server

so we can let the Entity in.

Grab the tools, head
to the panel. Paris.

Moi?

First I need you to plug
the bullet hole, make it airtight.

I'm in. What do I do?

Grace, I need you to
find the power switch...

...to the server's
internal network.

-Got it.
-Paris.

Paris.

Grace,
did you find the switch?

-Yeah.
-Okay, shut it off.

-What next?
-Open the panel.

Push that into the incision.

Hurry.

Oh, thank God.

Degas, how's it going in there?

Uh, everything's
under control here.

Okay, hold this very steady.

But don't pull it out.

It's like
I said, Ethan.

As long as I have the pill...

the Podkova will come to me.

-Hang on.
-What? What is it?

We may have a way out of this.

These ground wires
are triple redundant.

If we cut any three
of them simultaneously,

we could delay these
detonators from exploding.

Maybe long enough for someone
to make it to the server room.

How long?

Ten seconds. Maybe.

You think you can make it
to that door in ten seconds?

Only one way to find out.
Hand me the ratchet.

-Okay, I'm in. What now?
-We're not out of the woods yet.

Any minute now, my blood
pressure's gonna drop drastically

and I'll grow faint,
so we need to work fast.

There's a receiver in the tool bag.
A silver box with two lights on it.

Got it.

We need to splice that into
the server's solar panels

and make an antenna.

That way we'll know

when Ethan's uploading
the poison pill.

-Yep. Got it.
-Now this is the really tricky part.

There is a bundle of blue,
black, and red cables

in the lower right corner.

All right. Walk me through it.

I'm gonna need you to cut two of
the wires in a specific order,

but whatever you do,
do not cut...

-Benji!
-...the red ones.

Madam President,
as your Secretary of Defense

I direct your attention
to CONPLAN 8044,

selected Attack Option 9.1.

A targeted nuclear strike
on the command centers

of all eight nations now
controlled by the Entity.

Amended to include the American
city you've chosen to sacrifice.

The Biscuit.

Have you spoken to your son?

What would I tell him?

Authentication code verified.

Come on!

Come on, Ethan.

Know when you're beat.

Any minute now
your team will be dead.

And the Entity will
have no place to hide.

I'm gonna run
you into the ground.

The Podkova will be mine

and the Entity
will answer to me.

It's only a matter of time.

-Ow.
-Grace, we think

we can prevent this bomb
from going nuclear,

but all of these
detonators will explode.

How big a blast?

How big a blast are we talking?

Big.

Ethan needs all the
time we can give him.

Do not make the last cut
until we absolutely have to.

Madam President,

launch is now enabled.

What are you doing?

What we should have done
in the first place.

Order U.S. Strategic Command
Center to cut their power.

Take our missiles
offline entirely.

Shut everything down.

Madam President, that would leave
the country completely defenseless.

But deny the Entity access to the
largest nuclear arsenal on Earth.

Now, make the call.

Oh, thank God.

Ma'am, We are the only
nation on Earth

with the power
to attack the Entity!

And now we're the only nation in
the world with the power of choice.

Today I choose not to attack.

Madam President,
think this through.

You are making
a terrible mistake!

For the sake of the country,
please listen to reason.

That's precisely
what I'm doing.

Connect me with
Strategic Command HQ.

Millions of people will die,
ma'am, if you don't push that button.

And millions of other
people will die if she does!

What give us the right to
decide who lives and who dies?

She took an oath as
President of the United States.

Twenty minutes after we launch,
none of that will matter!

I'm inclined to agree
with the President.

While we stand here arguing,
the Entity is preparing to attack, ma'am!

You may choose to live in the
Entity's reality, gentlemen. I don't.

Hold for the President.

General Overton's office,
Strategic Command.

General Overton, this is the President
calling with an unorthodox command.

I need you to listen to my
instructions very carefully

and follow them to the letter
without hesitation.

-Madam President?
-I'm fine. I'm fine.

General!

Madam President.

The Entity will be
fueling its missiles by now,

but it still needs a place
to hide before it launches.

-Talk to me, Grace.
-I've got it. It's done.

Receiver's connected.

Okay. Here we go.

We're gonna switch
the power back on.

Receiver's activated.
Red light is on.

Degas, how we doing?

Great. We're extracting
the last detonator.

We're ready to cut the fuses.

Four minutes on the clock.

Understood. Four minutes.

Insert the drive.

Ready.

Now, you're gonna watch
the lights on the receiver.

When the red light turns--

What? Sorry.

When the red light turns green,

you'll know Ethan has connected
the pill to the Podkova

and the Entity has been infected
with Luther's algorithm.

Okay. Then what?

Then you're gonna cut that
red wire and let the Entity in.

All we need now is
for Ethan to get that pill.

He'll figure it out.

Come on!

Only one of us has a parachute!

Good luck!

We're almost out of time.

At 10 seconds I'm gonna
count backwards from three.

Three, two, one, cut.

Then we run like
hell for that door.

Remember,
when that drive lights up

you'll know
the Entity's inside.

You have 100 milliseconds.

Where are you, Ethan?

Ethan!

This is the President.

He did it.

That son of a bitch
actually did it.

Hello, brother.

If you're listening to this,

the world is still here.

And so are you.

For the record,
I never had a moment of doubt.

I knew you'd find a way.

You always do.

I hope in time
you can see this life

was not some quirk of fate.

This was your calling.

Your destiny.

A destiny that touches
every living thing.

Like it or not,
we are masters of our fate.

Nothing is written.

And our cause,

however righteous,

pales in comparison

to the impact

of our effect.

Any hope for a better future

comes from willing
that future into being.

A future reflecting the measure
of good within ourselves.

Fire control!

And all that
is good inside us...

Stand down.

...is measured by the good

we do for others.

We all share the same fate,

the same future.

The sum of our
infinite choices.

One such future is built
on kindness, trust

and mutual understanding...

should we choose

to accept it.

Driving without question...

towards a light we cannot see.

Not just for those
we hold close...

Hi, Mom.

...but for those
we'll never meet.

I hope you know
I'll always love you, brother.

And I will see you again.

Though I hope
it's not too soon.

The world still needs you.

Of course,
they'll never know it.

But we do.

We who live and die

in the shadows.

This message will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan.