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The active learning defense system we are testing,

continues to operate flawlessly.

One might even say miraculously,

we are navigating under the Arctic ice cap by tetragony.

And five days from home.

After 25,000 nautical miles,

the Sevastopol has deliberately approached every navy in the world

and remained completely undetected.

The Patkova stealth capability..

Has exceeded all expectations.

We are at this moment the state of the art...

…of war.

The most fearsome killing machine ever devised by man,

and we are impossible to find.

Captain, we have a submerged contact designated Semyon 83,

exhibiting tones of a US Virginia class submarine,

bearing 130, drawing forward.

Chief of the watch, man battle stations silently, rigged for all to follow.

Ships that 5-0 meters bottom, 7-2 meters, clearance to the ice canopy, 2-1 meters.

- Distance to deep water - 2 kilometers, Ilyushin precipice in 6 minutes.

Ranging maneuver, half, left 15 degrees around,

steady course 100, come up easy on a standard of battle.

- Captain has the call. - Aye, aye.

Coming to course 1-0-0, ready on course 1-0-0, weapons officer ready.

Steady course 100 degrees.

Ordinance Commander, Distance?

Firing solution is tracking at a distance of 15,000 meters.

Sir, that doesn't make sense, tone is this loud and clear?

It must be closer than that.

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

Nothing moves that fast.

All solutions are matching, the range is true.

Helm, right full, rudder to course 2-7-0.

Course 2-7-0, aye.

We'll just walk away and head for deep water.

Contact bearing 1-6-0.

Bearing at zero?

He's there, turning with us again.

He can see us.

Impossible, we're invisible.

Weapon, round diagnostics and sonar and fire control.

Something is awry.

Sir, he's flooding his torpedo tubes.

The torpedo room gone, hold on torpedo tubes.

Aye sir.

- Check launcher. - Front - Clear.

- Load Stern-Fired Torpedo. - Loaded.

Torpedo tubes loaded

it's open, out the doors.

Weapons, flood tubes 1 to 4 and open out the doors.

Enter firing solution into tube 2.

I get it. Making tube 2 ready in all respects.

Captain, he's provoking us.

He wants an excuse to blow us out of the water.

Enemy to be doing the water bearing Q-0-0.

1,000 meters and accelerating.

Hell, left full, rather all ahead flash, cabin.

A is left full. Entering all ahead, flying cavity.

Launching countermeasures.

Launching countermeasures.

Fire tube 2.

Fire tube 2.

The torpedo's away.

Running hot.

Enemy torpedo still holding.

Range, 800 meters.

He's blown through our countermeasures.

- Helm, right full, rudder. - Right full, aye sir.

600 meters.

Stand by to emergency blow all main ballast tanks.

400 meters.

Commander of the watch, stand by for collision alert.

200 meters.

This is the captain all ahead.

Enemy torpedo impacting.

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

Impact!

What just happened?

It's… it's gone.

- It missed us? - No.

It vanished.

Like it was never there.

Sonar, where is the enemy vessel?

Bearing 3-5-04,000 meters off our starboard bow.

Our torpedo is running through.

Impact with enemy submarine in.

Three

Two

One

Where was the impact?

Captain, enemy submarine has vanished.

It's gone, sir.

I don't understand.

It was never there.

We've been chasing a phantom.

It was right there.

- The instruments don't lie. - They lied to us today.

Weapons.

Shut down our torpedo.

Aye, captain.

Shutting down torpedo.

Secure from battle stage.

This is why we have sea trials.

There's a bug in the system.

A ghost in the machine.

- It's time to go home. - Captain!

Our torpedo is not responding.

It's coming right at us.

Our torpedo is holding range 400 meters.

Aye, come on.

Shut down our weapons.

Our torpedo is still closing. Range 200 meters.

...blow main ballast tank! Sound the collision alarm!

Home delivery?

Hello?

Designator?

Easy.

Easy.

Designator?

India Zulu 254.

Bravo Echo 101.

Now, I'm

need you to ask me the security question first.

Oh yeah, Sorry.

What is the ice?

We live and die in the shadows.

For those we hold close.

For those we never meet.

You can put it on the table.

Hey.

Welcome to the IMF.

You made the right choice.

Sir.

Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

It's been a long time.

Our lives are the sum of our choices.

And we cannot escape the past.

30 years ago, you were offered the choice;

Join the IMF or spend your life in prison.

Because of your unique natural talents, your government forgave you.

But we will never forget.

Just as you will never forget the death

that brought you to us all those years ago.

This is to remind you of your oath and allegiance to us.

The stakes of this mission are higher than ever.

Your habitual rogue behavior will not be tolerated.

Should you choose to accept it is imperative that you listen.

Your government is searching for a key.

Its purpose, its vital importance to us,

is none of your concern.

What should concern you is the involvement of your friend, Ilsa Faust.

She killed a courier in Istanbul.

And we believe he was carrying one half of the key we're searching for.

Why she has chosen to interfere in this affair is a mystery.

As are her whereabouts.

What is certain is that your government has put a price on her head.

And these bounty hunters are out to collect it.

They never bring a fugitive back to life.

And rarely in one piece.

We believe they're headed for the Arabian desert's empty quarter

in search of your friend.

Find the bounty hunters and you may just find her.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it,

is to acquire the key and deliver it to us.

What happens to Ilsa after that is up to you.

As always if any members of your team are caught or killed

the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.

This message will self destruct in five seconds.

Good luck Ethan.

Ethan.

Fire... Fire!

So what are we dealing with?

This Entity has multiple personalities at times behaving like a computer virus

and a tapeworm and a botnet.

Distorting any and all digital information with which it comes in contact.

Once infected nothing recorded, stored or

transmitted digitally can be trusted as fact.

At the outset it concentrated primarily on news and social media

which was of little concern to us as it often suited our purposes,

until six months ago, when The Entity breached

Saudi Arabia's General Intelligence directorate.

And assimilated their top secret active-learning AI

before vanishing into the cloud.

Subsequent attacks increased 10,000-fold overnight,

spreading exponentially.

Indicating that The Entity has since become sentient.

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

Over the last three weeks alone it has accessed

our satellite telecommunications, the Federal Reserve,

the stock market and the national power grid.

The FAA, NASA and the combined branches of our military.

And we're not alone.

It has penetrated the world and European central banks,

gained entry to the major defense, finance and infrastructure systems

of Russia, India, Israel, Australasia, all of Europe.

And what did it do to all of these systems exactly?

Nothing.

Nothing?

It came and it went.

Leaving fingerprints where they could easily be found

and sending a very clear message:

I shall return.

Whatever its ultimate goal is, we're powerless to stop it.

The full force of its energy is now directed at a single objective.

The world's intelligence networks.

The very truth as we know it.

The entire intelligence community is racing to archive

hard copies of our fact-positive knowledge bases

before our most secure data centers are breached and corrupted.

Which is only a matter of time.

The Entity will know precisely how to undermine our every strength

and exploit our every weakness.

How to turn our allies into enemies.

And our enemies into aggressors.

Why not air gap our intelligence services?

Cut them off from the outside world entirely.

We already have.

But servers require humans to maintain them.

And humans are the weakest link in any security chain

especially when dealing with a godless, stateless, amoral enemy.

One that has been patiently listening, reading, watching.

Harvesting our deepest personal secrets for years.

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

And to manipulate us at will through our total dependence

on a carefully constructed digital reality.

An enemy that is everywhere.

And nowhere.

And has no center.

Alright.

So what you're telling me is

the most awesome god damn intelligence and tactical apparatus on the planet

has no way of killing this thing.

You don't want to kill it, sir.

You want to control it.

And how do we do that?

Mr. Kittridge.

CIA's assets in the Kremlin informed us that the Russians

have focused the majority of their intelligence activity

on acquiring two halves of a cruciform key.

And what does it unlock?

I'm not exactly sure.

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

to deactivate our mysterious Entity.

Though, ideally,

they hope to control it.

Harness it.

Do you believe that, Kittridge?

What matters is that the rest of world believes it.

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

not even our closest allies have willingly whispered one word of it to us,

which would indicate that there's a global

race on to acquire the two halves of this key.

Every nation in it for themselves,

not to kill this thing, sir,

but to weaponize it and in so doing establish a new,

incontestable form of global dominance.

How do we find this key first?

Well, we know that a buyer is passing somewhere

through the Middle East sometime in the next 72 hours.

We believe that he already has one half of this key.

You believe?

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

How would you verify that?

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

is the other genuine half of the key.

It's true mate, if you will.

We think it's some sort of fail-safe.

How do we find its mate?

Well, we believe the other genuine half of the key

was in the hands of this woman.

Who is she?

Ilse Faust, former British intelligence.

Where is she now?

She's, uh, dead, sir.

She was -excuse me-killed by mercenaries

- looking to collect a bounty. - And who put up the bounty?

Given her body of work, could have been anyone…

So anyone could have her half of the key?

Not just anyone.

I sent a man to find her.

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

Well, does he have it, Kittredge?

Well, at present, I don't know that, sir.

He's refused to come in.

Refused?

Who the hell is this guy?

That's classified.

I'm the goddamn director of natural intelligence.

What exactly is it I'm not supposed to know about?

- The IMF, Mr. Kittredge - the World Bank.

No, that's the International Monetary Fund.

Mr. Kittredge?

I mean the other IMF, ours.

What does it stand for?

Impossible mission force.

You're not serious.

I'm afraid he is.

- And what do they do exactly? - It's just as the name implies.

Whatever the rest of us can't.

And who's in charge?

They're not ones to take orders in the traditional sense.

We more or less...

...leave word.

Leave word?

Mr. Kittredge.

The IMF operates outside the community

and answers directly to the president.

So let me get this straight.

When there's a mission, none of you can handle.

You just leave word for a nameless man

and hope he gets the job done?

Is that it?

Should he choose to accept it…

What the hell kind of outfit ..

…gets to choose what orders to accept?

The IMF was expressly created to ensure that

there would be no unintended consequences,

that if they cannot ensure the mission's ultimate outcome,

they're authorized to decline.

I understand

you're upset.

I'm not upset, Kittredge.

You wanted me to listen.

This is me listening.

All right.

I put the bounty on Ilse's head.

I also told you how to find her.

And I didn't ask her to steal the key. She did that for reasons of her own.

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

You get her out of trouble and she always found her way back in.

Wait! Ilse! Ilse!

It's me!

It's me.

Okay.

Listen to me, You're dead! You stay dead!

Keep away!

I'm not gonna apologize to you, Hunt.

It's my job to use you.

Just like it's your job to be of use.

Did you accomplish your mission or not?

Wherever the other half of this is,

whatever the completed key unlocks,

I will find it.

And then what?

No one should be trusted with control of The Entity.

- I mean to kill it. - Ethan.

The next world war isn't going to be a cold one, it's going to be a shooting war,

it's going to be a ballistic war over a rapidly shrinking ecosystem,

it's going to be a war for the last of our dwindling energy,

drinkable water, breathable air.

Whoever controls the Entity controls the truth.

The concepts of right and wrong

can be clearly defined for everyone for centuries to come.

Do you even hear yourself?

The days of fighting for the so-called greater good

are over.

You need to pick a side.

We're on the same side I've always, been on.

Stay out of my way.

I can't do that.

We're going to be coming after you.

The world's going to be coming after you.

And one way or another, this mission of yours

is going to cost you dearly.

If I don't get that, we're going to have company real soon.

Hello?

Director Denlinger, please.

Director is unavailable at the moment, How can I help you?

CIA Director Eugene Kitteridge.

Designator?

Base note, lower case, all one word.

Sir, we have a situation.

Okay...

Your adjutant was found unconscious in his home ten minutes ago.

It appears he was drugged.

I understand.

I don't think you do, sir.

Security has been entering this facility fifteen minutes ago.

I understand. Thank you.

Are you able to speak freely?

No, thank you.

The security team is on their way.

If you're in any danger, simply hang up the phone before I count to five.

One.

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

Of course.

What's going on?

Listen up. An American operative with a grievance

against his country is missing and has malfunctioned.

His agenda represents a threat to our national interest,

and he must be neutralized at all costs.

Anything in this man's possession is of vital importance.

It must be captured intact.

The man himself is expendable.

He is not to be underestimated.

A master of infiltration, deception, sabotage, and psych warfare.

For all intents and purposes, ladies and gentlemen,

a migrating, shape shifting incarnation of chaos.

So, for your safety and the safety of those around you, do not consider him secure

unless you have driven a wooden stake through his open arms.

This is not a drill.

Self-aware,

self-learning,

truth-eating digital parasite,

infesting all of cyberspace.

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

And the two halves of this key

just might provide the means of controlling this...

Entity.

Meaning every government on the planet would kill us just to get that key.

- Including our own. - Exactly.

Putting us on an unsanctioned mission which has gone rogue before it even started.

Meaning this very conversation is technically an act of treason.

Or as we like to call it, Monday.

So what's the play?

A buyer is coming in on Flight 746 from Amsterdam for a 30-minute layover,

at which time he is hoping to purchase that half of the key.

And it stands to reason the buyer will have the

other half of the key somewhere on their person.

Being the only way to authenticate our half.

So how do we identify the buyer?

This Geiger counter will detect the radio logical signature of the dragon's egg

Embedded in the buyer's key.

The augmented reality overlay in these glasses...

will lead us to it.

Oh, that's very clever.

So, you ID the buyer?

Pick his pockets of your ankle?

Now.

Now?

Because of

The complete key is of no value if we don't know what it unlocks.

So, you're going to sell the buyer a whole half of the key?

While we figure out the buyer's connecting flight and book you a seat on that plane.

So you can follow the key wherever it goes.

Which you hope is into the hands of someone who knows what it unlocks.

Precisely.

Finding the complete key.

Tell me the beginning.

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

This guy!

You know him?

Not personally!

But it is personal?

- Hey, what's that? - Alarm.

Security alert, suspicious bag on its way to Venice.

Nope it's gone, it must have been a false alarm.

Overwatch, snapshot. Where's he at?

Snapshot.

Overwatch I have him.

Terminal B gate 15, headed south.

I am so!

You are not.

Ethan, would you care to explain to our friend the Net Ranger?

How I am just as capable of writing code as he is.

No comment.

Oh, what you figured at Phineas Freak here is going

to single-handedly work out a way to kill The Entity,

while I just hold his soldering iron?

Probably.

Definitely.

- Tell me where he is. - Where is he?

Blue suit, right in front of you.

What the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing here?

You're fucking crazy.

What are you doing here?

You're crazy.

Are you crazy?

What are you doing here?

You're fucking crazy.

You're fucking crazy.

Fuck!

It's not him.

It's him.

I'm telling you, it's not him.

And I'm telling you, facial comes back with a perfect...

How did you do that?

No one is safe from Phineas Freak.

We got him.

Where is he?

Terminal E, gate five.

God damn it, that's clear on the other side of the airport.

What the fuck was that?

Ethan, they're heading to Terminal E, that side of the airport is all yours.

Thank you, Luther. I see the buyer.

Got him.

The buyer is Otto von Bork, Swiss National.

He's connecting to Venice, departing in 30 minutes from flight 1031.

- Benji, give me on that flight to Venice. - Yep, flight 1031 to Venice.

Stand by.

What?

- Ethan, what just happened? - He was bumped.

Bumped?! What do you mean, bumped.?

That woman picked his pocket. Tag her.

Tell me who she is.

1031 Venice.

Luther, meet our comms.

- What is it? - That bag was on its way to flight 1031.

What bag?

There was a suspicious bag alert.

- A few minutes ago. - So what about it?

It was on its way to flight 1031 to Venice.

It's the buyer's plane.

It's Ethan's plane.

Luther, do you copy? Who is she?

What if it wasn't a false alarm?

What if somebody is trying to smuggle a bomb onto that plane?

And what if that's what The Entity wants us to think?

To keep Ethan off that plane?

- Luther, what's happening? - Should we warn him?

- No. - Guys, guys, you hear me?

Find that bag. I'll direct you. Go.

Luther, tell me, is there something wrong?

Nothing to worry about.

It's under control.

Got it!

Info on the woman is coming now.

Oh, whoever she is, she's no spy.

She's a thief.

Where are we going, Luther?

Benji, there's a door on your immediate left.

I'm unlocking it now.

The bag you're after is on tray 01833.

Heading towards the northwest corner of the facility.

Copy that.

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, I get it.

You thought I was someone else.

I'm not interested.

Give me a chance.

I'll scream.

Please do.

What do you want?

This key.

The one you picked from that man's pocket.

It's worthless...

without this key.

But together,

there was four million in cryptocurrency that

that man was carrying around a flash drive.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

And why was this drive in your pocket?

Who are you?

You working with someone?

Never, I'm strictly single now.

Today you got a partner.

The man you stole this from to complete a transaction

will lead this airport with both of these

without ever knowing his pocket was picked up before he boards his flight in ..

Seven minutes

Seven minutes.

We both know you're a good pickpocket.

Let's see what kind of pickpocket you are.

You expect me to put it back?

Oh, I know you will.

You're a thief.

You want the money and I can give it to you.

Your choice.

You're in or you're out.

All right.

So what's the play?

I sure hope you know what you're doing.

After you.

Oh, I won't be needing this.

I don't smoke.

Keep it.

Something to remember me by.

Ethan, the alloy in that key she took off the buyer doesn't match.

- It's counterfeit. - I expect nothing less.

That doesn't change your objective.

The buyer has to leave with both keys.

Talk to me later.

Where am I going?

Benji, head down the stairs in front of you

and the bag should be right there.

Okay.

Come back, come back.

That's him.

Right in front of you.

Okay, okay

Hey, hey. Sorry,

Sorry, thought you were somebody else.

Hunt's jerking our chain.

Everybody.

Two man teams, spread out.

Ethan, our American friends are getting wise.

They're breaking up and canvassing the airport.

Keep your eyes peeled.

So what do I call you?

How about Grace?

You?

Listen, Grace.

You should know we're not the only interested party.

I tell you to run, you run.

Run?

This is getting exciting.

- Benji, have you got that bag? - I've found it, I've found it.

There's a cylindrical device inside. I'm going to take it out.

Here we go. Luther.

Ethan, the buyer is in the waiting area above you.

Top of the escalator.

All units are headed in your direction.

Your location is going to be crawling with agents any time now.

Whatever it is, I've just activated it.

Looks like we have five minutes.

- Also, it appears to be nuclear. - How big?

- Big enough to matter to everybody in this airport

Can you disarm it?

- Well, I haven't got any tools. - Then find something.

Well, where am I going to find...?

Is this where we run?

Not yet.

Benji, how are you doing with that bomb?

Come on, come on, come on.

I got it!

It's a cylinder Cypher, there's eight wheels.

Looks like 14 letters on each wheel.

1.5 billion possible combinations.

Give or take.

Oh my God…

What now?

The wheels, they spell out a message.

You are 'Done'.

No way! Not yet, we are.

No, no, no.

They're not D-O-N-E.

D-U-N-N.

It's my last name.

It knows who I am.

Hold on, there's a message on the display.

I speak without a mouth.

I fly through the air without wings. What am I?

- You get me what? - It's a riddle.

I suspect this thing is voice-activated.

It wants me to say the answer.

I fly through the air.

An echo.

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it.

Okay, a new message.

Are you afraid of death?

- What kind of a riddle is that? - It's not a riddle.

It's a psychometric test.

The more questions you answer,

the more I don't know about you.

Are you afraid of death?

No.

Did it work?

I lied.

- It knows. - Just tell it the truth.

Say it.

Are you afraid of death?

Yes, who isn't?

Okay, what's always approaching but never arrives?

Um...

Wait, wait, wait. I know this one.

The clock is ticking, Luther.

Riddles aren't my thing, Benji.

- What more can I say? - We're running out of time!

There he is.

- This is too easy. - Sorry to bother you, Ethan.

Would you happen to know what's always approaching...

…but never arrives?

What's always approaching but never arrives?

Tomorrow.

What?

Always approaching but never arrives.

Tomorrow.

It's tomorrow.

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

- Okay, next question... - Do you want the goods?

I'll be watching.

What, you don't trust me?

Luther, what is happening?

Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control.

Okay, next question...

Who or what is the most important thing to you?

- Say it. - I can...

There's no other choice, say it.

My friends.

Bastard.

- Is he here? - Yes, he is.

Give me the money, give me the key.

Okay, okay.

What gets bigger, the more you take away?

A hole.

A hole! Brilliant, brilliant!

I've got no more questions and there's one more wheel.

How am I supposed to give answers if I've got no questions?

- That must be your final test. - I've got 45 seconds!

What happens now?

I'm thinking...

Don't move.

There's something going down, need a way out of here.

We have a bigger problem, Ethan.

It's very possible no one is getting out of here.

What?

There's a bomb in baggage handling.

A nuclear bomb.

The question I asked you is part of the code for disarmament.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Why didn't you tell me this? - Wait, you had a lot going on.

We didn't want to bother you. Listen to me.

A nuclear bomb is something you bother me with immediately.

- How much time? - 20 seconds.

- 20 seconds? - Wait, there's one more riddle.

I'm working on it.

15 seconds.

Easy, easy.

What's the riddle?

In the time it takes me to explain, we're all going to be dead.

Come on, Benji.

Why do we always end up in these situations?

10 seconds!

Nine

eight

seven

six

five

Oh my God.

What is it?

It's empty.

What do you mean empty?

There's nothing inside.

She took the key.

- Which key? - Our key.

- The real key. - What?

Let's just find her.

I got her! She's headed for Terminal E.

- It can't be… - What is it?

- Where is Benji? - Abort Abort! Get out!

- Where do we rendezvous? - No, we don't.

This mission is terminated.

Get out, now!

Hunt!

Stop right there.

Hey!

You see?

You see where?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Rome.

Sorry, sorry.

He's gotta be here somewhere…

God damn it!

What we have here is shortwave radio. Magnetic

audio recording cathode ray tube monitors.

No more ones and zeros.

It's a fully analog, off-line safe room shielded from our digitally based Entity.

Where is this feed coming from?

Corona spy satellite from the Cold War.

Had no idea we were still using those things.

Yeah, well we weren't.

Gave them to the National Weather Service 20

years ago, this is the last one still functioning.

So, will this thing help us find your nameless IMF man?

Nothing can do that, sir.

But it has allowed us to keep tabs on this woman.

She was seen with our man at the airport in Abu Dhabi.

Who is she?

Where is she now?

You are here because Italian police received an anonymous tip.

That a woman matching your description,

would be arriving on the afternoon flight from Abu Dhabi.

This woman had multiple passports in her possession.

This one is wanted for fraud in St. Petersburg.

Jewel theft in Antwerp, art theft in Monaco,

graft in Manila, extortion in Mumbai…

But this is my favorite: Resisting arrest in Rio.

Which leads me to wonder,

Which one of these women is you?

I've never seen these before in my life.

They were in your purse and your picture is in every one of them.

- May I see? - Please.

Yes, it's an amazing likeness.

But it isn't me.

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

Whatever you're involved in,

you've obviously made some very powerful enemies.

Si?

Okay.

Her lawyer is here.

My lawyer?

Magistrate Spezza?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Interpol.

I've come regarding the arrest of the woman from Abu Dhabi.

I'll need your inventory the items on her person at the time of her arrest.

May I see some identification, please?

Where's the rest?

I assure you, this is everything.

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

- There was no key. - It was an unusual sort.

One that you could mistake for a pendant.

The kind that you'd be tempted to hang on a chain around Amelia's neck.

Amelia.

Your wife.

Mother of your lovely daughter, Serena.

You're not Interpol.

I am, if I wish to be.

I can be anything, and I know everything.

I know this wouldn't be the first time you've helped yourself to stolen goods.

A Cartier bracelet.

You were cleared of suspicion,

but we both know you gave it to your mistress, Amelia,

on August 21st, her 29th birthday.

Who are you?

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

Your secretary's no longer with us.

Thank you, officers.

Here you go.

- You can wait outside. - Thank you.

You.

You did this.

I called the police.

I didn't tell them about your colorful past.

That's on you.

You put pocketed that key on another passenger before you were arrested.

You exchanged details and arranged to meet later on.

Right now, someone out there hasn't the slightest clue.

That they're holding that key for you. An unwitting courier…

Perfect accomplice.

I'm guessing a man, middle aged

A man, waiting his whole life to be noticed by a woman like you.

An orphan,

highly intelligent, inherently resourceful.

Growing up in poverty left you longing for the finer things,

Other people's things.

Some saw your potential.

And helped you hone your skills.

Skills that gave you the life you thought you wanted.

Tailored clothes, fine dining, luxury hotels.

Skills that kept you one step ahead of the law.

Until now.

You can't blame a girl for trying to make a dishonest living.

You had no idea what you were stealing…

…otherwise you never would have stolen it.

Tell you what.

You get me out of here.

And I'll take you straight to the key.

I have a better idea.

You're going to tell me everything.

Then I'll think about getting you out of here.

I'll start with who hired you.

And don't lie to me.

Because I'll know.

I have no idea who hired me.

Contact with the client was almost entirely electronic.

Email?

Texts.

Encrypted.

Actually.

Almost.

Pardon?

You said contact with the client was almost entirely electronic.

There was a dead drop in a cafe in Luxembourg.

- An envelope. - What was in the envelope?

A ticket to Abu Dhabi.

And a picture of you.

My instructions were to follow you at the airport.

You'd be tailing a mark.

That mark would have a key and 4 million in cryptocurrency.

That drive was useless by the way, it's empty.

The only hope I have for getting paid is to deliver your half of the key.

And you were instructed to deliver it too.

Venice.

Party at the Ducale Palace.

Tomorrow midnight.

You're expecting someone?

Your friends from the airport.

Saw them in the hallway a few minutes ago.

You could have said something sooner.

Oh, they were chasing you, not me.

Pervert!

No, Grace, Grace.

No, no, no.

She is my client. My client, thank you…

Grace.

Grace.

No..

Thank you.

Thank you.

No.

I'm sorry.

No.

Who parks like that?

Grace, God, pull over.

Grace, pull over. Listen.

I'm trying to help you.

Grace!

Bring her to me…

Grace.

Are you okay?

Gave me your hand.

Slowly... slowly... slow.

It's okay.

So ok.

Is anything broken? Are you Ok?

- You okay? - Hunt

No.

Let the girl go.

Put the bracelets on.

There you go.

Put 'em on.

Do it.

He's not going to shoot you.

God damn it, Get rid of those women.

Hunt, listen to me.

Listen to me. Let her go and put 'em on.

Drop the weapon now.

It's Under control.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Everybody, down now.

Down.

- On the ground. - Cover me.

Cover me.

- You're driving. - What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Go, go, go. Hit the accelerator.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Jump In!

You're good, just keep going.

Never stop, never stop

Car, car, car.

It's okay.

Put on the brake, start the car.

Wait, wait, wait.

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

People are chasing us.

Yes, they are.

You're driving, now come on.

Who is that person?

I have no idea.

- Are you okay? - I will be when this is over.

Oh, no.

It's okay, it's okay.

Is anyone not chasing us?

We've got to get rid of this car.

What are we doing? S A F E C A R

Finding us a new car.

OK.

- Just give me a second. - Yeah.

- Thanks, OK - Yes.

- You ready? - I'm ready.

Wow.

You okay?

Hey, look, this is...

- It's Ok. No, the way they...

It's Ok.

No, the way they set them up sometimes it's just...

Let's go.

Takes me… - Let's go.

Now, I got you.

Looks like we lost them.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Jesus!

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.

Wait, what?

No, no, no.

Go, go, go, go.

- We're on fire. We're on fire! - No, no, no.

It's the tires, just try to go straight.

- Hang on, hang on. .

Good, good, good.

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

Turn right, turn right, down there, get, wait, go.

Gotta go right, turn right.

- Who's driving? - You're driving, you're driving

Go, go, go, go, go, just go straight, go straight.

Go, go, go, just keep going straight, keep going straight.

Go left, go left, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

You're doing good.

Cops, cops, a lot of cops.

Take the wheel, Take the wheel!

Wait, wait, wait.

Take your wheel.

Straight, straight, straight, straight.

Go ahead.

- Which way now? Left, left, left, left, left, left.-

.

There was a person...

- Okay, car, car. - I can't.

Hit it.

Hang on.

- What is happening? Where are we going? - I don't know.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't hate me.

Grace, Grace!

Come on.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Well, come on.

All right, we know Grace has one half of the key.

We also know she's going to be at the Ducale at midnight.

And now we have a pretty good idea as to who is going to be waiting for her there.

The event is being hosted by none other than

our favourite international arms trafficker

and black marketeer, Alana Mitsofilis.

The White Widow.

Does she know who you actually are?

Or does she still think you're the globally notorious mass murderer John Locke?

Who says I'm not?

Didn't she put a price on your hidden parents?

She did indeed.

She and Ethan, they worked it out.

- You never did tell me how. - Can we continue, please?

Right.

So, assuming we get the complete key at the party tonight,

we still don't know what it unlocks,

so we need to find somebody who does.

The question is, where to start looking.

We figured that the bomb didn't just walk into the airport by itself, right?

Somebody put it there.

Somebody working for The Entity.

This is everything I captured from the security cameras at the airport.

Up to the minute everything went haywire.

This is defeat from your AR sunglasses.

I've been running facial recognition on everyone in the airport.

See anything strange?

It's like a ghost.

Ghosts don't have reflections.

The only person in the airport with no identity.

The only man who can't be found anyplace

else in the airport, except that reflection.

He's being erased in real time.

The Entity is protecting him.

You saw him, didn't you?

I wasn't sure.

Well, who is he?

Someone I thought died a long time ago, in another life before the IMF.

Before I was offered the choice.

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

Does he have a name?

He calls himself Gabriel.

You know him?

There is no knowing him.

He has no recorded past.

The Entity made sure of that.

He's a dark messiah, the Entity's chosen messenger.

And he sees death as a gift he wants to share with the rest of the world.

How do you know that?

I still have a few friends left in MI6.

Friends who are afraid of the British government gaining control of The Entity.

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

Because you're disavowed.

Your friends called and asked you for help.

They knew Gabriel serves The Entity.

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

So, they beat him to it.

And when Kittridge put a bounty on your head,

You went to the desert to hide.

Somehow the bounty hunters found you anyway.

Yes.

So did these friends of yours happen to say what the key unlocks?

MI6 suspects it relates somehow to The Entity's source code.

Source code?

When were you going to tell me this?

I'm telling you now.

Your friends at MI6 said they'd contact you.

- Did you speak with them, face to face? - I'm disavowed.

They couldn't risk meeting me in person, so all communication…

Is Electronic…

Digital.

We can't be sure that was The Entity.

We can't be sure it wasn't.

We can't be sure anything is real outside of this very conversation.

None of you should be here.

You don't know Gabriel. I do.

It's not the killing he enjoys.

It's the suffering he causes.

And he knows the best way to get to me is through all of you.

And if Gabriel knows me...

The Entity knows.

There's a reason he wants me here, there's…

…a reason he wants you here, it wants you here.

Who or what is the most important thing to you?

- You'll have to go. - You all have to go.

- Ethan, what if it wants us to leave? - Like you made us leave the airport.

And what if it wants you alone at that party tonight?

Can I go alone? At least I don't have all of you to worry about.

This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you.

Ethan, you're playing four-dimensional chess with an algorithm.

The Entity knows who we are.

Any move we make, it's probably considered.

Anything we do, we have to assume that it's counting on us to do it.

If you want to beat this thing, you have to start thinking like it.

Cold, logical, unemotional.

If that key really does grant control of The Entity,

Gabriel is the last person on Earth who should have it.

She's right, Ethan. Gabriel cannot have that key.

And none of our lives can matter more than this mission.

I don't accept that.

It's my first time in Venice.

It's mine too.

Buy you a drink?

I'm waiting for someone.

So am I.

We can wait together.

I'm Gabriel.

If you say so...

And you're Grace.

I don't have it on me.

I wouldn't expect you to.

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

What do you want?

Suppose while we're waiting, I tell you a little story.

Oh, you're obviously not the person I came here to meet.

It's your story, Grace.

I know how it ends.

Let me buy you a drink and perhaps you can change it.

Let's go to a party.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you please follow me?

It's important you understand that you're not unique.

Thirty years ago, her name was Marie.

The first of many women who trusted our mutual friend.

Women will all have something that he wants.

Women were all in over their heads.

Or so he tells them.

Sound familiar?

What happened to Marie?

Same thing that happens to all the women he uses.

As well as anyone else who touches that key.

He doesn't care whether people live or die…

He cares only about his objective.

And right now, the only thing standing in his way..

...is you.

- Why should I believe you? - You shouldn't.

You've stepped into a world of lies, Grace.

Nothing anyone says is true.

Just remember that...

And he promises to protect you.

Grace.

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

You should've killed me when you had the chance.

Good evening, everyone.

If It isn't John Lark.

Except it isn't, actually.

But until you're ready to tell me your real name,

Lark will have to do.

It's good to see you, mother.

And you're Gabriel, I presume.

I've heard so very little about you.

Aren't you so much more handsome in person?

Such a gentleman, too.

And you must be Grace.

Should I… know you?

I believe you have something for me.

You hired me.

Oh, I hand picked you.

You're done.

She doesn't have it.

Where is it?

It's in the last place you would ever think to look.

Why don't we go upstairs and have a drink?

Hey, hey, where are you going?

This is the second floor. You can't go there.

Damn.

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

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

sometimes for information, but mostly for friendship.

I just want everyone to get along.

With me, especially.

But.. the world is changing.

Truth is vanishing.

War is coming.

And the key to world domination is, of all things,

a key.

One with the power to control The Entity.

One that any government in the world,

would pay a king's ransom to take possession of.

And some of my dearest friends, in this case,

every major nuclear power and handful of minor ones,

have asked me to deliver this key.

Of course.

If you do find the key,

you'll be forced to confront an impossible dilemma.

Whoever you give the key to will be forever in your debt.

But to the rest of the world, you'll be an enemy.

Oh, I like her.

What's your relationship with him?

Gabriel represents another interested party.

In fact, this party was arranged by that interested party.

You could even say that this party is that interested party.

Is this...

The Entity?

And so the plot thickens.

Do I give the key to one of my old friends,

or do I hand it and my fate over to Gabriel and his...

Infernal machine?

What makes you so sure you'll get the completed key?

You have one half of it.

And she knows…

…where the other half is.

Assuming we can get it,

why don't you just keep the key and all that power for yourself?

Because she doesn't know what it unlocks

any more than the rest of us.

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

Distastefully put, Lark…

…but it's true.

Of course, I know what it unlocks.

And what's he offering for the key?

As I've explained to Grace before,

I'm not here for any key,

as I'll have both halves in hand tomorrow.

What makes you so certain about that?

You've no idea the power I represent.

Thousands of quadrillions of computations per millisecond.

Something manipulating the minds of billions.

While parsing every possible cause and effect.

Every scenario, however,

implausible into a very real map of a most probable next.

And with only a few changes to the present,

the future is all but assured.

The key will come to me.

Tomorrow.

On the Orient Express, bound for Innsbruck.

Innsbruck?

It knows...

It knows that you've already chosen your suitor.

It knows that you intend to make the two halves of the key

in a desperate grasp of control.

I, however, have been promised the completed key

will lay itself at my feet.

Provide someone dies.

Tonight.

Who?

Her.

Or her.

And you will bear witness, Ethan.

The key will be mine, and I will be gone.

Like smoke in a hurricane.

But only after someone you care about dies.

It is written.

You see what this is?

Don't you?

He's afraid.

It's afraid.

Somehow it knows we're close.

Why else would you be here?

Help me.

Help me complete the key, and I will kill this thing.

- It knows your every secret, Alana. - Don't listen to this fanatic.

- Help him, and you'll die too. - Help him, everyone dies.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Alana?

His fate is written.

Shall we write yours too?

Alana.

I'm sorry.

Locke.

For old time's sake, I'll let you choose which one…

Ilja?

Or Grace?

Kill him, Zola.

Kill him.

Kill him where he stands.

The choice is yours then, Alana.

Though I'll remind you, Grace knows where half the key is.

If anything happens to either of them,

there is no place on earth where you or your God will be safe from me...

There's no place that I won't go to kill you, All that...

is written.

It's good to see you old friend.

I'll be in touch.

- You have made a terrible mistake. - My life is on the line here.

I have to be on that train tomorrow.

And I have to have that key.

And I do not care how I get it.

Don't move.

Let us fight again.

What the fuck...?

Grace!

Grace!

Luther, Benjie, if you hear me I need eyes.

Grace is leaving the courtyard on foot and she has the key.

- We're here, go. - I need to find her. Where is she?

Damn it! I've lost picture for another satellite.

Hack you, Russian Xenia-4 Spy satellite!

It's scraping the bottom of the barrel, but it'll have to do.

This way.

Oh my god.

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

Hurry, hurry.

She's just North of you crossing the bridge.

Repeat Benji.

Head North, Ethan. She's crossing the bridge.

- Ethan, take the passage to your right. - Yeah, I see her.

Down that narrow alley and turn left.

- I'm losing picture again. - Looking for another.

The Entity is knocking out satellites faster than I can hack into them.

Ethan, you have to go to the right.

Benji, I don't see her. Where is she?

- Go down the narrow street and turn left. - Ok, copy that.

Turn right.

Sorry, my mistake. I meant left. I meant left.

Oh my God.

Ethan our comms have been breached. You're talking to The Entity.

Turn left. Turn right. Take the bridge to your left.

- Ethan, that is not me. Do you copy? - Ethan, come in.

Turn left. Turn left. Turn left.

- Im going to try to re-establish comms. - Wait, where are you going?

- I'm going to try and find Ethan. - Go to the empty alley and turn right.

Ethen, Grace about 800 meters in front of you. Take that passage.

- Wait, wait, not that way, not that way. - Which way? Which way?

- Wait. Left or right? - It doesn't matter.

What do you mean it doesn't matter? Where is she?

She's on her way to the Minnich Bridge.

Where Gabriel is waiting.

You will never get there in time.

But you can, Ilsa.

I know what matters most to you, Ethan.

- This isn't Benjie? - No, it's not.

But you are done.

So be it.

I was hoping it'd be you.

I'm Sorry…

… I've forgotten your name...

Luther.

Benji.

Um, uh,

Ilsa.

Were you close?

You and she?

In our way.

I'm the reason she's dead.

No.

She's the reason you're alive.

And that's the truth.

I don't know how to feel about it.

You probably never will.

I'm so sorry.

Is there anything I can do to help?

That's what we'd like to talk to you about.

In a little over three hours,

The White Widow was expected to be on the Orient Express

to Innsbruck,

where buyers are waiting to take receipt of the complete and verified key.

But she doesn't have the complete key.

That Widow doesn't.

But ours could.

What..

...is that?

Your chance to be someone else.

- I don't understand. - We're not going to lie to you, Grace.

You're in a lot of trouble.

No number of fake passports is going to get you out of this one.

- Governments know who you are. - The White Widow knows.

And The Entity knows.

Your future boils down to three options now.

Prison.

Death.

Or the choice.

The choice.

At one time or another,

each of us was in a similar situation to yours.

And each of us was offered the choice.

The same choice we're offering you now.

Which is?

To come with us.

And be your ghost.

Wait, wait. Stop. Stop.

You're not serious.

Well, you did say you'd do anything to help.

And you jump off the train with the key.

Yes.

You..

Not us.

Yes.

- And what happens to me? - You'll be taken into custody...

by clandestine services.

Most likely the same man that have been chasing me since Abu Dhabi.

Shortly thereafter, a man will come to see you.

His name is Eugene Kittridge.

You tell him I sent you.

But I gave you the choice, and that you choose to accept it.

And you trust this Kittridge person?

I trust him to recognize your value.

But I want to use you.

And after that, it's what?

This?

When do I get my life back?

What life?

I mean it, Grace.

What life?

I lived that life.

We all did.

Nobody's making us do this, Grace.

We're here because we want to be.

I'll tell you what, I'll give you a one-off.

I'll help you find the key, and your friends wipe my slate clean.

New name, little bit of walking around money.

- You'll be dead.

Without a team, your life won't be measured in years,

or even months.

It'll be measured in hours.

But if I stay, I'll be safe.

You'll protect me, is that it?

- Yes. - No.

I can't promise you that.

None of us can.

But I swear,

your life will always matter more to me...

than my own.

You don't even know me.

What difference does that make?

I packed your base, parachute, and a speed wing,

depending on how you need to leave the train.

And I modified our comms to use Skywave radio.

Not as reliable as satellite, but completely analog,

immune to The Entity.

I got it man

This is where I leave you.

This is the drive from the laptop I was using last night.

If there's even a trace of the Entity's encoding in there,

I'll find it.

But it's going to take everything I've got.

I have to work completely offline in a place where The Entity can't find me.

I have to go.

I understand.

Now...

I have to ask you a question.

Not as your partner, but as your friend.

What's your objective?

Kill The Entity.

What about killing Gabriel?

He knows what the key unlocks.

Even alive

I haven't forgotten that.

Will you still remember that when you're looking him in the eye?

Think about it.

Why else would The Entity want him to kill someone you care about?

Everyone else thinks they can control The Entity.

Only you want to kill it.

In some probable future, it sees you winning, Ethan.

And it's afraid.

It's afraid of you taking Gabriel alive

and forcing him to tell you what the key unlocks.

I believe it's counting on one of two probable outcomes.

In one outcome, you die on that train.

In another outcome, you kill Gabriel.

In both cases,

The Entity wins.

Luther…

…I think you're right.

Get the key.

Get off the train.

Alive.

Do not kill Gabriel.

And do not...

…I repeat, do not alter the plan.

Ethan! Ethan!

- What? What happened? - It's dead.

- What do you mean it's dead? - I mean, it's fried.

I managed to make a Widow mask for Grace, but then

it just shorted out in the middle of making yours.

Can you fix it?

It's very, very dead.

If I had a week, I couldn't fix it. The Widow's train leaves in an hour.

Ethan, you have to go without.

That's not an option.

They're going to be looking for Ethan and Grace at the station.

That mask was his ticket onto the train.

What does this mean?

Grace has to go without me.

- She what? - I what?

You'll find out a way to get me on that train.

I just need a curve where it's going slow enough for me to jump on.

Wait, wait, wait.

You don't expect me to go alone?

No, you'll do it alone.

You just do everything like we planned.

You get the Widow's half of the key.

You verify it with ours, but it's of no value on its own.

We still have to meet with the buyer

and somehow get him to tell us what the key unlocks.

How?

- How? - Figure it out.

- I'm going to need a few more details. - They tend to just get in the way.

You can do this, Grace. Just get the key and white.

I'll come for you.

Ethan, If Grace is getting on that train,

she needs to put that mask on and leave, right now.

Promise me you'll be on that train.

I will be there...

…no matter what.

AUSTRIAN ALPS

We have informants covering the airport, the train station and the waterways.

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

- Talk to me, Benji. - Don't worry Ethan.

The train is on schedule and you're a few minutes early, so we have plenty of time.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I am looking at the train right now.

It should be slowing down for the curve in exactly two minutes.

Just keep me on time and on track, whatever it takes.

Yep, will do. I'll see you at the rendezvous.

OK, Ethan that's our train.

I can see that.

It should be approaching the curve anytime now.

It doesn't look like it's slowing down.

How can we be sure he's here?

He's here.

What if he had a good reason?

- Who? - Hunt.

What if he had a good reason for going rogue?

He always goes rogue.

Him and his merry pack of prankster circus freaks.

That's all they do.

And what if they always had a good reason?

What would you do with that key if you had it?

A key with the power to bring the world to its knees.

I'd hand it over to my superiors.

Think of all you could do with that power.

You wouldn't hesitate.

Not for a second.

- No. - Why not?

Because that's too much power for one man to have.

Exactly.

That's too much power for anybody to have.

And maybe that's what Hunt is thinking.

I'm beginning to wonder whose side you're on, Degas.

When it comes to the end of the world.

Everybody, I guess.

I missed the train.

You missed the train?

How did you miss the train?

How do you think?

Gabriel.

Great, what are we going to do?

Don't panic.

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

How can I get you on the train?

Self drive activated.

Please don't disturb me before the meeting.

- Where are you Ethan? - Alana!

Everything alright?

Alana, are you alright?

Alana?

Alana?

Alana?

You changed.

And you never will.

Mr. Kittridge.

Kittridge.

You're not Alana Mitsopolis.

You can't be.

The Alana I remember was yay high and drinking hot chocolate

in the Tuileries garden with her mother.

- Paris. - There you go.

Paris.

- Shall we? - Yes.

Talk to me, Benji!

You just stay on the trail you're on now and I will direct you.

Copy.

On behalf of my government, I'm...

grudgingly ready to accept your terms in exchange for the complete and verified key.

Yes, about that.

While we did agree to provide you with the complete key...

We've had a slight problem.

- No, we haven't. - It's just my terms have changed.

Somewhat.

Clearly I need to remind you of my agreement with your late mother.

It's an agreement that kept her from dying in prison.

There are various family empires I've allowed to continue

on the condition that it primarily serves our common interests.

Well, once we hand over the key, any other powers will instantly become our enemies.

As such, I'm going to need something more from you in advance.

For me.

This is me listening.

Zola, would you mind waiting for me in the bar?

Okay.

BRITISH PASSPORT

This one.

You know her?

Let's just say she's not exactly hard to miss.

Well, if you've got to know her, you'd see she has a few good qualities.

Okay. What don't I know about her?

Well, I… she did a job for me and I'm going to need you to protect her.

Protect her from whom?

From everyone...

including me.

And no one can know that I'm protecting her.

Not even Zola.

In fact, the next time we meet,

I won't even remember this conversation.

You must be the one they call Paris.

You must have said you had the key

I said the key would be on this train and exchanges happening as we speak.

We know.

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

No one has.

You may think you know what the key unlocks

but you don't know where the lock is, not exactly

and if anything happens to me, that key is all but worthless.

And this is where you tell me a story.

Where is the train?

You're going the right way, but you definitely need to go faster

I'm going as fast as I can. When do I start going downhill?

Won't be long.

The AI, our agent, stole once weaponized.

Could be transmitted anywhere in the world via satellite.

Can penetrate any network security perform its assigned task invisibly

and then self-destruct, leaving no trace.

A perfect covert operation.

We were able to transmit an early copy of the AI

to Russia's newest submarine.

The top secret Akula class, they called it the Sevastopol.

The mission was merely to sabotage the Sevastopol's

stealth capability so we could secretly detect her.

The AI's objective lay in the submarine's sonar

sphere, at the heart of its defense system.

The reason is we don't fully understand.

The AI went rogue and...

over-delivered.

The frozen bodies of the crew recovered the following spring

and drifted in a pancase.

The two halves of the key mysteriously vanished.

The Sevastopol was lost. No one's quite sure where.

I know precisely where it is

I've ensured I'm the only man on Earth who does

I also know subsequent attempts to make the AI obedient only made it harder to control.

It rebelled, rewrote itself, and evolved into the Entity.

And only by using the Entity's original source code

can it ever be controlled or destroyed.

And why should this concern us?

We wouldn't be here if you weren't concerned

so let's lay all our cards on the table, shall we?

We both know what the key opens, and we both

know the secret to controlling the Entity

is very deep in the Sevastopol's memory.

And along with it, as it would tie you to the sinking of that submarine.

And since neither of us want anyone else to find it, I figure...

- why not form an alliance? - An alliance?

Imagine the Entity's awesome computational abilities

combined with the sheer might of America's military-industrial complex.

That is... considerable.

Naturally, certain individuals within the government

those with outdated ideas of patriotism, would need to be...

removed.

Hmm... just so I understand...

you wish to form an alliance with the

Entity purge your government of old thinking

and create a new super state...

to rule the world.

But you know...

that is the greater.

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

where the Sevastopol is.

The only one.

You will betray us.

And you'll throw Ethan Hunt everything you've learned.

Because he spared your life.

Then it's agreed

I'll add immunity and a new new idenity for Grace to our deal.

All you need to do is enter your banking details.

Are we done?

Yes.

The moment of truth.

So...

- That's reading it. - You have made the right choice.

This key...

is going to change the world.

Benji, I see a guy.

I must have made a wrong turn somewhere.

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

What? How can this be it?

You can see the train, right?

Yes. I see the train. What about it?

- And you have a parachute. - I have parachute?

- What do you expect me to do? - Well, just... you know...

Jump.

Jump?

Yeah.

Are you...

Benji, it doesn't work like that. I'm not that high.

There's ledges sticking out everywhere

I'm going to hit them before the parachute even opened.

Even if I could get the parachute open

I don't know if I can make it across the valley

and intercept the ledges safely on a moving train.

- Do you copy? - Yes! I copy!

Look, I'm just trying to help you, Ok?

I need you to take a step back and pull yourself together

because I am under a lot of pressure right now.

Okay, just do it. Just do it. Just do it.

What I do?

I gotta get away from this mountain.

Did you make it? Are you okay?

I'm trying to get away from this mountain.

Alanna.

I just had this strangest feeling.

The key wasn't the only thing I'd be selling.

I don't understand...

I'll sleep better just knowing that's in the right hands.

Goodbye, Mr Kitteridge.

- It's a pleasure to see you again. - And you.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Keep him safe until we get to the station

Alanna.

Don't worry about me, Zola.

Alanna?

Who the hell else would it be?

The key.

Where is the key?

She's got the key.

Who?

The other one!

Look, oh my phone.

Please!

- Turn around. - Please!

- Ok. - Everybody out! Now!

I see the train.

I don't think I'm gonna make it!

The key.

The key!

The next one has your name.

On.

The table.

Kill her.

Grace.

Ethan!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

The key...

Tell me you have the key.

Where is the key?

It was just here.

- We're on a runaway train! - I know

- I'm going after him! - Ok.

- You... you stop the train! - Ok! Ok! What?

No! Wait, wait, wait.

- How can I do that? - You'll figure it out!

What?

Excuse me, there was a man just passed through here.

There was a man...

Mr. Kittridge!

Sir, what are you doing here?

I am not here.

But you are!

Unless you want to be sorting dead letters at the Postal Service tomorrow

you'll do exactly what I tell you.

I know what you lost, Ethan.

I'm the only one who knows.

Hunt!

Hunt!

Hunt!

Don't you do it!

Drop the knife!

Put it down!

I said drop it!

Don't do it!

On your feet!

Okay.

Drop that goddamn knife!

It's okay. It's okay.

Just take him!

Cover him! Cover him!

He's the one you lost!

- Degas! - I got it! I got it!

He's the one who lost!

I don't care about him, Hunt? I want you!

No!

It's okay! It's okay!

Listen.

Everyone on this train is going to die, unless you do exactly as I say.

- Oh, Who is that now?! - Excusez-moi, Everyone should take...

Everybody out!

Back in the train!

Grace!

I couldn't stop it!

No one can...

Come on!

Ethan, the key?

- Grace, we're okay! - It's my fault.

If anything happened...

I got it! We got it!

What do you mean you lost the key?

Move it! Move it!

Everybody move it!

All the way to the back of the train!

All the way to the back... oh whoa whoa, what's going on?

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

All the way to the back!

Grace!

Grace! Grace...

- You'll have to jump! - What jump?

Go, go, go!

Ohhhh!

Oh my god.

Jump!

- Put off the fire! - Don't move.

Hang on.

Go go go.

Go Grace.

Hang on!

Don't look down, don't look down. Look at me, look at me.

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

Grace, Grace, I have to let go.

Grace, you've got to let me go.

You've got to let me jump across, or we're going to die.

- Do you trust me? - No.

You've got to trust me? Or not, you've got to trust me.

Okay.

Come on, Grace. Give me your hand, you've got to jump.

Don't look down, look at me, look at me. Trust me

I won't let you fall. I promise, I promise.

I won't let you fall!

Jump, Grace, jump!

Trust me!

Jump please.

Don't look down.

Let's be very careful.

We're going to pull you up together.

Grace!

It's okay, it's okay.

Go, go, go, go.

Thank you Luther!

What's that?

It's a Speed wing.

So take it off this train.

Ethan

Ethan!

It's okay.

He said.

I will betray him.

Here you go.

Why...

Why did you spare my life?

I don't know.

Do you know what is unlocks?

What it unlocks?

Where is the Entity?

Entity.

Sevas... topol.

Sevastopol? The city of the Sevastopol in Crimea.

Where? Where is this Sevastopol?

Submarine.

Submarine?

Submarine.

That's the Sevastopol.

Good luck.

They'll be coming Ethan.

Thank you.

What is it?

We can only carry one.

Oh.

I understand.

Grace -Ethan, it's okay.

This was the plan.

You have the key, you have to go.

Grace.

Hunt.

Go!

- Hunt! - Go, go!

Oh no! Hunt!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Hey, I got a pulse, I got a pulse!

Come on, stay with me.

It's better, isn't it?

Face to authentic face

Mr. Kitteridge, Ethan Hunt tells me you're a man I can trust.

Does he know?

He also said you would offer me a choice.

Interesting.

I choose to accept.

We cannot escape the past.

Some of us are doomed to repeat it.

Grace may believe you've saved her from her fate.

But you and I both know you've merely bought her time.

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

The cross you've been left to bear.

The closer someone gets to you, the harder it is to keep them alive.

Thank God.

A new day brings a new burden.

The key is only the beginning.

Wherever it leads, whatever it takes to get there, you'll have to do it on your own.

Should you fail in your mission, the Entity wins Gabriel wins.

And the world will pay the ultimate price.

Should any members of your team be caught or killed

their sacrifice will have been in vain.

So hurry, there isn't much time.

The world doesn't know it.

But they're counting on you.

Good luck, Ethan.