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We live and die in the shadows.

For those we hold close.

And for those we never meet.

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Most secure data centers are breached
and corrupt. The entity will know

precisely how to undermine our every
strength. Turn our allies into enemies.

Exploit our every weakness. Put our
enemies into equestria.

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

everything.

The world is changing.

Truth is vanishing.

War is coming.

This is your precedent.

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

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 AI known to us as the Entity.

Under his 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 we said unto Noah, I will bring a
flood upon the earth to destroy all

The children of the autumn 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

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

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 AI against the rest of the
world.

Instead, you've resolved to kill the
entity, a reckless act that would

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.

Hey, Ethan.

Hey, loser.

Sorry about the decor.

The Ritz was booked solid.

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

Foosball tables.

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 old Luther.

So,

what did you manage to find out?

A lot.

So what's the plan?

First, we have to find Gabriel.

How do we find him?

Because he spared your life.

Wait,

wait, wait

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You call
that in, it's the end of the world.

Simple as that.

Degas, Degas.

Clock is running.

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

part of you that knows that.

I can see it.

For God's sake, just trust him.

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

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

It wants us divided.

It wants you to turn us in.

Don't.

Gabriel.

You

shouldn't

be in there without backup.

Benji, please, we got this.

This is a terrible idea.

Just relax.

Aiden, this place is crawling with
clandestine services. You should get out

there. I see you. 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.

For God's sake, abort!

We'll figure this out.

Not a problem yet.

Are

you

sure it's really me?

They can't hear you.

Great.

I didn't even see you get that one.

What separates a good pickpocket from a
great one?

Timing.

Gentlemen.

That's

a

person.

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

world from him.

Get rid of him.

You just bought yourself a world of
trouble, Chris. The whole world's in

trouble, Ethan.

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

So, what's the play?

Gabriel's got a job for you, Hans.

Ethan, wake up!

Okay.

What do we do?

Tell me you have a plan.

They took my watch.

Your watch? Yeah, and my cufflinks.

I had lockpicks in them.

I see.

We'll find a way out.

Now listen.

Guys, look at me. Look at me.

You're going to get through this.

Get through what?

Just keep telling yourself.

It's only pain.

Stop! Don't touch him!

You can't hurt him.

Take you back to Shanghai.

What was her name?

Julia, a 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.

I 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'll 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 is forsaking 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 K -559 Sebastopol.

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

The secret to its invisibility was that.

The pod cover.

A counter -acoustic algorithmic drive
located in the Sevastopol sonosphere.

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 pod cover, rendering the
submarine detectable.

Instead... It tricked the crew into
sinking themselves.

Captain, our torpedo is not responding.
It's coming right at us. Our torpedo is

holding range 400 meters. Sounding
collision alert.

If we're right, the one thing we need to
kill the entity, its original source

code, is buried in the Sevastopol sonar
sphere.

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

can't reach it.

Now. The Podcover'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 in Exo. 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 going to get the source
code and bring it to you. I don't think.

know.

I'm going to let you go.

Then you're going to 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 anticoat.

It wasn't a biological or 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 food was the only
way I could get 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

as we know it.

And it'll all be his fault.

He knows it.

Look at me.

Tell me I'm wrong.

False tooth.

Sign that careful.

I bite down on this, I'm dead in 60
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.

Remember this.

It's only pain.

Medic! Ethan!

Put the light on.

Wait, wait.

Charging.

Charging. Wait!

I need him alive.

Kill her.

Babe, what's getting away?

Gabriel, get on.

Grace.

You don't think that I would have let
them... Grace, I would never let

happen to you.

Nothing serious.

I mean... I mean... They were

going to kill you.

Yeah.

Hey,

you did great, by the way.

What do you mean?

I got him!

We talked about this.

Ethan wants them alive.

For the love.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, you're saying.

So they've started to go about it.

You're not seriously gonna...

Alright, 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.

If you were dead.

Again.

You know.

The doomsday fault.

South Africa.

You will meet the end together.

You will let it in. And the fate of
every living thing will be decided in

blink of an eye.

This is your calling.

Your destiny.

I don't accept that.

In here, you have no secrets.

The K559 Sebastopol.

The Podkova.

Cruciform key.

My magnum opus.

The algorithm on that drive, when peered
with the entity's source code, will act

as the poison pill. You asked for it.

You plan to retrieve the Potkoa from the
Sevastopol and destroy the Entity.

And that scares you.

The Entity sees infinite possibilities.

Retrieve the Potkoa and you risk
everything.

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.

The entity will have them reserved.

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.

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, yeah, yeah. You're
real.

You're real. You're real.

It knows. It knows all.

You need a pen. You need something to
write on. You'll take the team. You'll

take them north.

North. North where?

It's the festival.

It's the festival.

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

VHF receiver.

Decompression chamber.

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

Everything is available.

DC -3, everything you need is right in
there. Remember, it's transmit

coordinates every two hours for 15
minutes, and I'll listen when I can.

You're team leader now.

No, I... Benji, take care of your team.

Key, you stay off the ice.

What ice? Just please, whatever you do,
you don't matter much. Stay off the ice.

Okay, okay.

Yeah.

Go.

Where are you going?

Loser.

Tell me soon.

I'll be waiting for him.

Hey, who's that? Hey, Ethan.

How'd it go with Gabriel?

Uh, you know, well, you know.

You don't say.

So, whose blood is that?

What?

No, 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

glass ashtray. That's not good.

Already cried.

Can't open it.

I see that.

Gabriel has a poison pill.

You might want to find him.

We will. Can you disarm that?

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

Detach one detonator.

No implosion. No implosion. No critical
mass.

No critical mass.

No six megaton blast.

How much time do 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

open, I'd still have to detach one
detonator.

What do you say?

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.

Loser, throw me that tool bag. They
weren't left here by accident, Ethan.

You know why.

Gabriel needs me alive.

He needs you to die.

Because you're 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 a poison pill.

Will you leave me?

Okay.

Listen. What are we going to do?

Retire?

Go fishing?

This is my mission.

This is what I was born to do.

I can't.

I can't. There's nothing you need to
say, brother.

I know.

I know.

right way of wannabe.

Ethan, you need to hurry.

You go.

Find Gabriel.

Stop him.

For those we never meet.

Gabriel, you son of a bitch.

No one is safer than he is free.

I'm Indigo.

Is he dead?

No, he's alive.

Franks, 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. You found out he had legal trouble.

He was offered the choice to join the
IMF.

I spent the rest of his life in prison.

Just like you, Hunt.

Only in your case, charge is murder, I
believe.

But let me guess.

You were framed.

Just like you claimed 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 you... You think I'm carrying
that?

That I'm here for revenge?

Or what?

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

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.

Breaks.

Drums.

Jim.

The entity, it 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 will

have our reckoning.

It's a shame about you, friend.

And again, you're used to holding on.

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, Francis
Ramsey's 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. UK, China,

and us.

Everything you are, everything you've
done, has come to this.

The CIA black fault break -in.

I'm sorry, what is a knock left?

A complete record of our covert
operatives overseas.

So this is the man who broke into our
own black fault and stole the list of

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 Mr.
Kittredge's aide.

And left as Mr. Kittredge, 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 Tom.

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

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

To do what exactly?

Use that key and what it opens to kill
the entity.

Killing the entity means the
annihilation of cyberspace. The

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

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

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

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

the entity. Madam President. If I
believed that were true, I would tell

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.

once, let's let the entity worry about
what we're going to do. I'm worried

those three other nations, Madam
President, still in control of their

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. Will 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.

It's thinking. It's thinking 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 Center in London has been

The United Kingdom has lost control of
its arsenal.

I will ask you one last time.

What does this unlock?

Erica, 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.

the president!

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 Erica, 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
shootout between two flats up 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

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

One of these social stations will have
recorded our missing Russian submarines'

impact on the sea floor in the winter of
2012.

Without ever understanding the
significance of the event.

Whereas the Russians know when this
festival vanished, they're just not

sure where.

Oui, c 'est ça.

Which one?

Out of all these Sosa stations, picked
up the event.

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

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 Sosa 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 Sebastopol, you need 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.

Yeah. And that's assuming your friends
can actually get the coordinates.

Which we're expected to transmit for 15
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 it with her.

Ethan will have a VHF transmitter, which
will enable us to zero in on his exact

location under the ice.

What we have to do then is grab a
chainsaw and... What? Cut a hole in the

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.

You mean to tell me that Ethan's life
and the fate of all life on Earth

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's 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

There's no other choice.

If Bledsoe receives my command, if he
believes it to be authentic, he might

to periscope depth.

He might wait 30 seconds.

If you are even one minute late.

Just give me this chance.

Let Hunt go.

It's what I said.

Where's the key?

Well, 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, Mr. 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.

I 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?

you know where he's going to end up.

Let's surprise him.

Now remember, governments would kill to
know what we know about the Sebastopol.

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.

Pull up to your room.

Hello.

Can I help you? I certainly hope so,
yes. We're looking for the SOSIS

station. You found it, friend.

I'm the station chief, Bill Donlow, my
wife, Topisa.

Hello. How do you do?

Nice to meet you, Bill.

We're researchers from the British
Seismological... I'm sorry, did you say

Donlow? That's right, Bill.

William Donlow.

Langley Donlow. Black Vault Donlow.

The same.

And you are? I don't believe... This guy
is a coding legend.

He designed the CIA mainframe at
Langley. The Black Vault. It's the most

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.

So you mean to say you've been on this
island for... 30 years.

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

That's highly classified.

Sorry, who did you say you were?

Just tell the man why we're here. Mr.
Donlow, Bill, even if we could tell you

the truth, you wouldn't believe it. I
wouldn't. Grace. The heart of the matter

is that we need access to all your SOSIS
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 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.

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
hypostatic 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

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.

Least out.

What are we doing in a hover? We got a
thug out. Bogey's at two.

They're throwing up their missiles,
Matt.

That's the only warning we're going to
get.

There's some warm migration here. We got
to go.

International airspace. No talent. I
repeat, no talent.

You must be Captain Bloodstone.

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.

No.

Rear Admiral Neely sends her regards.

She told me to expect a green flare.

She never mentioned the taser. Mind
telling me what this is all about?

Our 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 have to come to periscope depth,
raise the antenna, signal scan the low

of the VHF band.

For how long?

Fifteen minutes.

That would give the Russians 15 minutes
to pinpoint our location.

Starting at noon, 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

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
solstice listening station.

That right next to it. What is that?

That's the little shark.

You know what that is?

It's a mini -submarine 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

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.

I'd like to speak with your dive master,
sir.

Chief.

Yes, sir.

Have Pills meet our guests in the four
con 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.

Now, the old system ran on magnetic
tapes backed up to 8 -inch floppies.

were in the dog shed out back.

Now, these boxes might contain the
coordinates you're all looking for, but

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? We'll 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 a 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 love once again.

I have no one.

Not even a dog.

Well, you certainly don't have this key.

A cruciform key that grants the holder
access to the pod cover. Even if you

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 a 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 pod cover and use the

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 7 pressure suit.

Specifically designed to reduce
decompression time after diving a

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

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 20 minutes
or less, your time in decompression will

be cut down from days to hours.

Theoretically.

Theoretically. We haven't tested the
Mark 7 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 20 minutes to get to
the decompression chamber.

They're 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.

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

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

There are no coordinates on any of these
disks.

That refit 14 years ago, it had all the
stench of a cover -up.

and the top man talked down to the PISA.

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

and then I destroyed the only disk.

You know where the Sevastopol is.

Down to the square meter.

Dinner time.

Can my wife please tend to the dogs? I
can't concentrate with this racket.

She's going to 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, intern.

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait,

what is this? What is this?

You won't stop the entity, Ethan.

What do you want?

Con,

radio. VHF Morse code incoming.

Radio on speaker.

You spent too much time on the internet.

don't know

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.

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

15. Officer of the deck, submerge
contact.

Bearing 1 -0 -0. On the edge of our
starboard battles. On speaker.

Exhibiting tunnels of a Russian Oscar II
class submarine.

Keep to 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 has taken you,

now you're taking the Russians there.

Now they're never going to know my
destination.

One of the resource coordinates would
like you to slow to 10 knots. Turn this

boat around.

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.

Sure.

Your decompression chamber was never
part of our plan.

Okay.

What exactly is your plan?

No, you may.

Okay. Uh -huh.

Me?

No, no, no, no, no, no. I can't. I don't
know how.

I don't know how.

What's left?

What's

this for?

What is it?

I don't know what it is.

I don't know.

What is it?

I don't know.

I

don't

know.

There's a key.

Okay. Power on. Take a deep breath.

Mark 7'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 runner.
Standing by for your mark, Captain.

Mark the turn.

Aye, sir. My rudder is right full.

Godspeed, mister.

um

Woof! Woof! Woof!

What is it?

That was a parkova. What is it, boys?
Yeah.

You didn't hurt us.

You didn't.

So what happens now?

Now, find Gabriel.

and I've been thinking, how can we undo
everything the entity has done?

If we can control it, maybe we can bring
the world back from the

brink.

Grace,

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

Not anyone.

We haven't been formally introduced.

I'm... William Donlow.

Langley.

We met 30 years ago.

Almost.

So you're him.

I understand how you view 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.

Congo Yaw. It's a top -secret, stand
-alone, solar -powered, tempest

level -A exabyte.

Data server.

One billion gigabytes of storage. That's
a lot of home movies.

No, you're not far off. It contains all
the accumulated knowledge deemed worthy

of preservation, and it's fully
shielded. Totally impervious to

energy of any kind. No transmissions in
or out. An incorruptible arc 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.

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

God. Come on, Chu.

Always right to the point, aren't you?

This is the poison pill containing
Luther's algorithm.

And this is the podcover 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 Podcova. We
could deceive the Lord of Lies.

May.

Yet toujours en May.

May. 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

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...

And 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.

It's a blink of an eye.

If we do it too soon... We won't trap
the genie in the bottle.

And if we do it too late...

We won't prevent the entity from
launching.

Yeah. Either way, if we pull the drive
at the wrong time, the entity wins.

Burn shots?

Hang on. If the doomsday vault is
electronically shielded, how does the

expect to get in? It expects us to let
it in.

Just like Gabriel expects me to hand
over the Podcova. 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 going to give him
the podcova and let him get away with

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

do. It is written.

Yes.

That's the only chance we have of
beating Gabriel and the entity. One

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 pod cover?

Maybe it told you it was impossible
because it knew that was the thing that

needed to hear.

So how would 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?

Where is everybody?

They know it's coming.

I 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 vary.

Obviously, the bombing of major cities
in eight different countries would

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 100 million lives

to save 7 billion.

This can't be happening. Madam
President, we are in the entity's

And this is Checkmate.

Gunnery Sergeant, I need your sidearm.

Sir.

You heard me, son. Hand it over.

Main server is through there.

Benji, Chris, you come with me.

The rest of you, you just wait here.

Someone will be in love.

It's toward 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 pod cover.

I'm expendable.

Neither of you are.

Your final reckoning.

30 megatons yield.

My manlets go over 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

let it in.

Now hand over the Podcova, 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 Pogkova 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 -huh.

Hands where I can see them.

Let's have it.

Time?

Eighteen minutes.

I know you.

Don Lowe.

William Don Lowe. My wife, Tapisa.

I gotta hand it to you, Hunt. This was
one crackerjack unit you 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

control the entity.

Does that sound sane to anyone?

Maybe you should ask the crew of the
Sevastopol.

Time? Seventeen minutes, sir.

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.
So 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 going to 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.

Gabriel! Eric! Gabriel!

Now! Kill him now!

They got him!

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him!

Catch me if you can Ethan!

He's lost him and gets a pill! We'll get
to the server room and let the entity

in!

Ethan! We'll figure it out!

We must be getting the bomb. The nuclear
bomb. We'll figure it out.

Ethan!

Come. Got me.

Go.

We better go, Briggs.

You too.

There has to be a way to disarm it. Even
if you can prevent it from going

nuclear, there's still no way you can
stop those detonators from exploding.

Could we survive the blast from the
server room? Only if someone stays

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, man. Keep pressure. 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.

Why'd you learn to do this?

Never said I did.

Oh, no, this is not good. What is it?

If I had to guess, it's 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?

Your secretory.

I can work with that.

Grace, I need you to hack the server so
we can let the entity in. Just grab the

tools, head to the power.

Paris, tout va de voir. Moi, Paris.

Moi? Goodbye.

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 service interval network.

Got it.

Disassemble it.

Grace, did you find the switch?

Yeah. Okay, shut it off.

Open the bottle.

Push that into the inside.

Digger, how's it going in there?

Oh, 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 Podcova
will come to me.

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

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

going to drop drastically and I'm going
to 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
service solar panels and make an

antenna. That way we'll know when
Ethan's uploading the poison pill.

Yep, got it. Okay, now this is the
really tricky part.

There's a bundle of blue, black and red
cables in the lower right corner.

Okay, won't be through it. I'm going to
need you to cut two of the wires in a

specific order.

Whatever you do, do not cut.

Benji! The red ones.

Madam President, as your Secretary of
Defense, I direct your attention to Con

Plan 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...

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, 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 pod cover will be mine, and the
Entity will answer to me.

It's only a matter of time.

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.

We're a 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,

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

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

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 gives us the right to decide who

lives and who dies? She took an oath. As
President of the United States...

Twenty years after we launched, none of
that will matter. Nothing will matter.

I'm inclined to agree. I always stand
here arguing the entity is preparing to

attack, ma 'am. You may choose to live
in it. entity's reality, gentlemen.

I don't. Vote for the president.

General Overton's office, strategic
command.

General Overton, this is the president
calling for Mount Weather with an

unorthodox command.

I need you to listen to my instructions
very carefully and follow them to the

mountain.

Madam President.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

You know...

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 going to switch
the power back on.

Receiver's activated.

Red light is on.

Degas, how are we doing? Great. We're
striking 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 going to watch the
lights on the receiver.

When the red light says... Ah!

Wait, sorry.

When the red light turns green, you'll
know Ethan's connected the pill to the

pod cover.

And the entity has been infected with
Luther's algorithm.

Okay, then what? Then you're going to
cut that red wire and let the entity in.

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

Don't think right now.

of us has a parachute.

Good luck.

We're almost out of time. At 10 seconds,
I'm going to 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?

This is the president.

He did it.

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.

And all that is good inside us is
measured by the good

we do for others.

All share the same fate, the same
future.

The song of infinite voices.

One such future is built on kindness,
trust, and mutual understanding.

driving without question towards a light
we cannot see.

Not just for those we hold close.

I hope

you

know I'll always love you, brother.

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.