Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One/Transcript

India Zulu 254: Hello? Food delivery! Hello...?
Ethan: Designator. Easy. Easy... Designator.
India Zulu 254: India Zulu 254.
Ethan: Bravo Echo One-One. No, not yet. You need to ask me the security quesiton first.
India Zulu 254: Oh, yeah. Sorry. Uh... what is the oath?
Ethan: "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.
India Zulu 254: Sir.
Kittridge: Good evening, Mr. Hunt. It's been a long time. Our lives are the sum of our choices, and we cannot escape the past. Thirty 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 alive, 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: C'mon! Hiyah! Hiyah!
Delinger: So what are we dealing with?
NSA Head: This "Entity" has multiple personalities, at times behaving like a computer virus, then a tapeworm, then a botnet.
NRO Head: Distorting any and all digital information with which it comes in contact. 
DIA Head: Once infected, nothing recorded, stored, or transmitted digitally can be trusted as fact.
NSA Head: At the outset, it concentrated primarily on using social media, which was of little concern to us, as it often suited our purposes.
JSOC Head: Until six months ago, when the Entity breached Saudi Arabia's General Intelligence Directorate.
DIA Head: And assimilated their top-secret active learning AI before vanishing into the cloud.
NRO Head: Subsequent attacks increased tenthousandfold overnight, spreading exponentially.
NSA Head: Indicating that the Entity has since become... sentient.
Dellinger: You're telling me this thing has a mind of its own?
DIA Head: Over the last three weeks alone, it has accessed our satellite telecommunications, the Federal Reserve, the stock market, and the national power grid.
JSOC Head: The FAA, NASA and the combined branches of our military.
NSA Head: And we’re not alone. It has penetrated the World and European Central Banks.
NRO Head: Gained entry to the major defense, finance and infrastructure systems of Russia, India, Israel, Australasia, all of Europe.
Dellinger: And what did it do to all of these systems, exactly?
NRO Head: Nothing.
Dellinger: Nothing?
NSA Head: It came and it went, leaving fingerprints where they could easily be found and sending a very clear message...
Dellinger: "I shall return."
NRO Head: Whatever its ultimate goal is, we’re powerless to stop it.
JSOC Head: The full force of its energy is now directed at a single objective:
NRO Head: The world’s intelligence networks.
DIA Head: The very truth as we know it.
NSA Head: 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.
NRO Head: Which is only a matter of time.
JSOC Head: The Entity will know precisely how to undermine our every strength and exploit our every weakness.
DIA Head: How to turn our allies into enemies, and our enemies into aggressors...
Dellinger: Why not air-gap our intelligence services? Cut 'em off from the outside world entirely?
NRO Head: We already have. But servers require humans to maintain them.
JSOC Head: And humans are the weakest link in any security chain. Especially when dealing with a godless, stateless, amoral enemy.
NSA Head: One that has been patiently listening, reading, watching...
NRO Head: Harvesting our deepest personal secrets for years.
DIA Head: 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.
Delinger: An enemy that's everywhere and nowhere, and has no center... Alright, so what you're telling me is, the most awesome goddamn intelligence and tactical apparatus on the planet has no way of killing this thing.
Kittridge: You don't wanna kill it, sir. You wanna control it.
Delinger: And how do we do that, Mr. Kittridge?
Kittridge: The 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.
NRO Head: And what does it unlock?
Kittridge: 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.
Delinger: Do you believe that, Kittridge?
Kittridge: What matters is that the rest of the 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.
Delinger: How do we find this key first?
Kittridge: 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.
JSOC Head: You "believe"?
Kittridge: Well, at this point, we can't be certain it's not a counterfeit.
Delinger: How would you verify that?
Kittridge: The only thing that can authenticate one genuine half of the key is the other genuine half of the key. Its true mate, if you will. We think it’s some sort of fail-safe.
Delinger: How do we find its mate?
Kittridge: Well, we believe the other genuine half of the key was in the hands of this woman.
Delinger: Who is she?
Kittridge: Ilsa Faust.
NRO Head: Former British Intelligence.
Delinger: Where is she now?
Kittridge: She's, uh, dead, sir. She was [clears throat] excuse me, killed by mercenaries looking to collect a bounty.
Delinger: And who put up the bounty.
Kittridge: Given her body of work, it could've been anyone.
JSOC Head: So anyone could have her half of the key.
Kittridge: Mmm, not just anyone. I sent a man to find her -- the only man that she would've entrusted with her half of the key.
Delinger: Well, does he have it, Kittridge?
Kittridge: Well, at present, I don't know that, sir. He's... refused to come in.
Delinger: "Refused"?
Kittridge: Mm.
Delinger: Who the hell is this guy?
Kittridge: That's classified.
Delinger: I'm the goddamn Director of National Intelligence. What, exactly, is it I'm not supposed to know about?
Kittridge: The IMF.
NSA Head: Mister Kittridge!
Delinger: The World Bank?
Kittridge: No, that's the International Monetary Fund.
NRO Head: Mr. Kittridge--
Kittridge: No, I mean the other IMF. Ours.
Denlinger: What does it stand for?
Kittridge: Impossible Mission Force.
Denlinger: You're not serious.
DIA Head: I'm afraid he is.
Denlinger: And what do they do, exactly?
JSOC Head: It's just as the name implies -- whatever the rest of us can't.
Denlinger: And who's in charge?
NRO Head: They're not ones to take order in the traditional sense, we more or less... leave word.
Denlinger: Leave... word.
Kittridge's Assistant: Mr. Kittridge, sir.
NSA Head: The IMF operates outside the Community and answers directly to the President.
Denlinger: 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?
JSOC Head: Should he choose to accept it.
Denlinger: What the hell kind of outfit gets to choose what orders to accept?
NRO Head: The IMF was expressly created to ensure there would be no unintended consequences. If they cannot ensure a mission’s ultimate outcome, they’re authorized to decline.
Kittridge: I understand... You're upset.
Ethan: I'm not upset, Kittridge. You wanted me to listen. This is me listening.
Kittridge: Alright. I put the bounty on Isla'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.
Ethan: Wait! Ilsa! It's-- Waitwaitwait! It's me! It's me... It's okay. Listen to me! You're dead! You stay dead!
Ilsa: Ethan, wait!
Kittridge: 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?
Ethan: Wherever the other half of this is, whatever the completed key unlocks, I will find it.
Kittridge: And then what?
Ethan: No one should be trusted with control of the Entity. I mean to kill it.
Kittridge: Ethan, the next World War isn't gonna be a cold one, it's gonna be a shooting one. It's gonna be a ballistic war over a rapidly shrinking ecosystem. It's gonna 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.
Ethan: Do you even hear yourself?
Kittridge: Your days of fighting for the so-called "greater good" are over. You need to pick a side.
Ethan: I'm on the same side I've always been on. Stay out of my way.
Kittridge: I can't do that. We're gonna be coming after you -- the world's gonna be coming after you, and one way or another, this mission of yours is gonna cost you dearly. If I don't get that, we're gonna have company real soon. Hello?
Operator: Director Denlinger, please.
Kittridge: Uh, Director's unavailable at the moment. How can I help you?
Operator: To whom am I speaking.
Kittridge: CIA Director Eugene Kittridge.
Operator: Designator?
Kittridge: "bassnote". Lowercase, all one word.
Operator: Sir, we have a situation.
Kittridge: No kidding.
Operator: Your adjutant was found unconscious in his home ten minutes ago. It appears he was drugged.
Kittridge: I understand.
Operator: I don't think you do, sir. Security has him entering this facility fifteen minutes ago.
Kittridge: I understand, thank you.
Operator: Are you able to speak freely?
Kittridge: No. Thank you.
Operator: A security team is on their way. If you're in any danger, simply hang up the phone before I count to five. One. Two...
Kittridge: Hm. So just how do you plan on getting out of here? Of course...
Briggs: 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 cost. Anything in this man's possession is of vital importance and 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 mind-reading, shapeshifting incarnation of chaos. For your safety and the safety of those around him, do not consider him secure unless you have driven a wooden stake through his open heart. This is not a drill.
Benji: A self-aware, self-learning, truth-eating digital parasite... infesting all of cyberspace. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later!
Luther: And the two halves of this key just might provide the means of controlling this... "Entity".
Benji: Meaning every government on the planet would kill us just to get that key.
Luther: Including our own.
Ethan: Exactly.
Benji: Putting us on an unsanctioned mission which has gone rogue before it even started.
Luther: Meaning this very conversation is technically an act of treason.
Benji: Or, as we like to call it... "Monday".
Luther: So what's the play?
Ethan: A buyer’s 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.
Benji: And it stands to reason the buyer will have the other half of the key somewhere on their person.
Luther: Being the only way to authenticate our half.
Benji: So how do we identify the buyer?
Ethan: This Geiger counter will detect a radiological signature of the dragon’s egg embedded in the buyer’s key. The augmented-reality overlay in these glasses will lead us to it.
Benji: [laughs] Oh, that's very clever. So, you ID the buyer, pick his pockets, Bob's your uncle!
Ethan: No.
Benji: No? 'Course not.
Ethan: The complete key is of no value if we don’t know what it unlocks.
Luther: So you’re going to sell the buyer our half of the key.
Benji: While we figure out the buyer’s connecting flight and book you a seat on that plane.
Luther: So you can follow the key wherever it goes.
Benji: Which you hope is into the hands of someone who knows what it unlocks.
Ethan: Precisely. Finding the completed key is only the beginning.
Luther: The fate of the world depends on finding whatever it unlocks.
Degas: This guy, you know him?
Briggs: Not personally.
Degas: But it is personal.
Benji: Hey, what's that?
Luther: What?
Benji: Security alert -- suspicious bag on its way to Venice... Nope! It's gone. Must've been a false alarm.
Briggs: Overwatch, Snap Shot. Where's he at?
Overwatch: Snap Shot, Overwatch -- I have him. Terminal B, Gate 15, headed south.
Benji: I am so!
Luther: You're not!
Benji: Ethan, would you care to explain to our friend the "Net Ranger" how I am just as capable of writing code as he is?
Ethan: No comment.
Luther: Oh, what? You figure that Phineas Phreak here is gonna singlehandedly work out a way to kill the Entity while I just hold his soldering iron?
Ethan: Probably.
Luther: Definitely.
Briggs: Move it! Tell me where he is! Where is he?!
Overwatch: Blue suit, right in front of you.
Briggs: It's not him.
Overwatch: It's him.
Briggs: I'm telling you, it's not him.
Overwatch: And I'm telling you, facial comes back with the perfect...
Benji: How did you do that?
Luther: No one is safe from Phineas Phreak.
Ilsa: The White Widow...
Benji: Does she know who you actually are, or does she still think you're the globally notorious mass murderer, John Lark?
Ethan: Who says I'm not?
Luther: Didn't she put a price on your head in Paris?
Ilsa: She did indeed. She and Ethan, they... worked it out. Never did tell me how.
Ethan: Can we continue, please?
Ethan: The Entity... It's protecting him.
Gabriel: You saw him, didn't you?
Ethan: I wasn't sure.
Benji: Well, who is he?
Ethan: 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.
Luther: Does he have a name?
Ilsa: He calls himself Gabriel.
Ethan: You know him?
Ilsa: 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.
Ethan: How do you know this?
Ilsa: I still have a few friends 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.
Ethan: And because you're disavowed, your "friends" called and asked you for help?
Ilsa: They knew Gabriel serves the Entity. They knew Gabriel was on his way to Istanbul to acquire one half of a cruciform key, so... I beat him to it.
Ethan: And when Kittridge put a bounty on your head, you went to the desert to hide. But somehow, the bounty hunters found you anyway.
Ilsa: Yes.
Benji: So, did these friends of yours happen to say what the key unlocks?
Ilsa: MI6 suspects it leads, somehow, to the Entity's source code.
Luther: Source code...
Ethan: When were you gonna tell me this?
Ilsa: I'm telling you now.
Ethan: Your friends at MI6, how did they contact you? Did you speak with them? Face to face?
Ilsa: I'm disavowed. They couldn't risk meeting me in person, so all communication...
Ethan: Is electronic. It's digital.
Ilsa: No, we can't be sure it was the Entity.
Luther: We can't be sure it wasn't.
Ethan: No, we can't be sure anything is real outside of this very conversation. None of you should be here.
Ilsa: Ethan--
Ethan: No, you don't know Gabriel. I do. It's not the killing he enjoys, it's the suffering it causes, and he knows the best way to get to me... is through all of you. And if Gabriel knows me...
Luther: ...the Entity knows.
Ethan: There's a reason he wants me here, there's... There's a reason he wants you here. It wants you here.
Benji: "Who or what is the most important thing to you?"
Ethan: No, you have to go. You all-- you have to go.
Benji: No, Ethan, what if it wants us to leave?
Luther: Like you made us leave the airport.
Ilsa: And what if it wants you alone at that party tonight?
Ethan: Then I go alone. At least I don't have all of you to worry about.
Ilsa: This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you!
Luther: Ethan, you're playing four dimensional chess with an algorithm.
Benji: The entity knows who we are! Any move we make, it's probably considered it. Anything we do, we have to consider that it's counting on us to do it!
Luther: If you wanna beat this thing, you have to start thinking like it: cold, logical, unemotional.
Ilsa: If that key really does grant control of the Entity, Gabriel is the last person on Earth who should have it.
Luther: She's right, Ethan. Gabriel cannot have that key. And none of our lives can matter more than this mission.
Ethan: ...I don't accept that.
Ilsa: It's my first time in Venice...
Ethan: It's mine, too.
The Entity: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Not that way! Not that way!
Ethan: What way? Which way? Which way? What-- left or right?
The Entity: It doesn't matter.
Ethan: What... What do you mean "it doesn't matter"? Where is she?
The Entity: She's on her way to the Munich Bridge, where Gabriel is waiting. You will never get there in time. But you can, Ilsa. I know what matters most to you, Ethan.
Ethan: This isn't Benji.
The Entity: No, it's not. But you are done.
Gabriel: So be it.
Gabriel: I was hoping it'd be you.
Grace: I'm sorry. I've f-- forgotten your name.
Luther: Luther. Benji...
Grace: And her?
Luther: Ilsa.
Grace: Were you close, you and she?
Luther: In our way.
Grace: I'm the reason she's dead.
Luther: No. She's the reason you're alive, and that's the truth.
Grace: I don't know how to feel about it.
Luther: You probably never will.
Grace: I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do to help...?
Luther: That's what we'd like to talk to you about. In a little over three hours, the White Widow is expected to be on the Orient Express to Innsborough, where a buyer's waiting to take receipt of the complete and verified key.
Grace: But she doesn't have the complete key.
Benji: That Widow doesn't. But ours could.
Grace: What is that?
Benji: Your chance to be someone else.
Luther: We're not gonna lie to you, Grace -- you're in a lot of trouble.
Benji: No number of fake passports is gonna get you out of this one.
Luther: Governments know who you are.
Benji: The White Widow knows.
Ethan: And the Entity knows.
Luther: Your future boils down to three options now.
Benji: Prison, death...
Ethan: Or the choice.
Grace: The choice?
Luther: At one time or another, each of us was in a similar situation to yours.
Benji: And each of us was offered the choice.
Ethan: The same choice we're offering you now.
Grace: Which is?
Luther: To come with us.
Ethan: And be a ghost...
Grace: Wait, wait -- stop. Stop. You're not serious.
Luther: Well, you did say you'd do anything to help.
Grace: And you jump off the train, with the key?
Ethan: Yes.
Grace: You? Not us?
Ethan: Yes.
Grace: And what happens to me?
Ethan: You'll be taken into custody by clandestine services -- most likely the same men 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, that I gave you the choice, and you choose to accept.
Grace: And you trust this "Kittridge" person?
Ethan: I trust him to recognize your value. He'll wanna use you.
Grace: And after that, it's... what? This? When do I get my life back?
Luther: What life? I mean it, Grace. What life? I lived that life. We all did.
Benji: Nobody's making us do this, Grace. We're here because we want to be.
Grace: 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. A new name, little bit of walking around money...
Luther: You'll be dead. Without a team, your life won't be measured in years, or even months...
Benji: It'll be measured in hours.
Grace: But if I stay, I'll be safe, you'll protect me. Is that it?
Luther: Yes.
Ethan: 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.
Grace: You don't even know me.
Ethan: What difference does that make?
Luther: I packed you a BASE parachute and a speedwing, depending on how you need to leave the train. And I modified our comms to use Skywaves radio. Not as reliable as sattelte, but completely analog -- immune to the Entity.
Ethan: Got it.
Luther: 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.
Ethan: I understand.
Luther: Now... I have to ask you a question. Not as your partner, but as your friend. What's your objective?
Ethan: Kill the Entity.
Luther: What about killing Gabriel?
Ethan: He knows what the key unlocks, we need him alive. I haven't forgotten that.
Luther: 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.
Ethan: Luther... I think you're right.
Luther: Get the key. Get off the train, alive. Do not kill Gabriel. And do not -- I repeat, do not alter the plan.
Ethan: Yes! I see the train, what about it?
Benji: And you have a parachute?
Ethan: Got a parachute? What do you expect me to do?
Benji: Well, just-- You know! Jump!
Ethan: Just-- Wh-- "Jump"?
Benji: Yeah!
Ethan: Benji, it doesn't work like that. I'm not that high, there's... There's ledges sticking out everywhere, I'm gonna hit them before the parachute even opens!
Benji: Ethan--
Ethan: Benji, even if I could get the parachute open...
Benji: Yes--
Ethan: ...I don't know if I can make it across the valley and intercept and land safely on a moving. Train! Do you copy?
Benji: YES! I copy! Look, I am just trying to help you, okay? And I need you to take a step back and pull yourself together, because I! Am under a lot of pressure right now!
Ethan: Okay. Just-- Just-- Just think. What do I do...? I gotta get away from this mountain.
Benji: Did you make it? Are you okay?!
Ethan: I'm trying to get away from this mountain!
Zola: Alana?
Alana: I just had the strangest feeling... the key wasn't the only thing I'd be selling.
Kittridge: I don't understand.
Alana: I'll sleep better just knowing now it's in the right hands. Goodbye, Mr. Kittridge. It was a pleasure to see you again.
Kittridge: And you.
Alana: Don't let him out of your sight. Keep him safe until we get to the station.
Zola: Alana!
Alana: Don't worry about me, Zola.
Zola: Alana?!
Alana: Who the hell else... would it be? The key... Where. Is the key?
Kittridge: She's got the key!
Zola: Who?
Kittridge: The other one!
Zola: Move! Out of the way! Move!
Grace: Please!
Zola: Turn around!
Grace: Please! Okay... Okay.
Zola: Everybody out, now!
Ethan: I see the train! I don't think I'm gonna make it!
Zola: The key. The key! Or the next one has your name on it. On. The table. Kill her.
Ethan: Grace!
Grace: Ethan! Are you okay?
Ethan: Are you okay?
Grace: The key!
Ethan: Tell me you have the key.
Grace: Where is the key?! It was just here!
Ethan: We're on a runaway train!
Grace: I know!
Ethan: I'm going after him. You? You stop the train.
Grace: Okay! Okay. Wha--? NO! No, no, wait, wait! How do I do that?
Ethan: You'll figure it out!
Grace: What?!
Ethan: Excuse me! There was a man, he just came through here. There was a man!
Briggs: Mr. Kittridge? Sir, what are you doing here?
Kittridge: I'm not here. But you are. And unless you wanna be sorting dead letters at the postal service tomorrow, you'll do exactly what I tell you.
Gabriel: I know what the key unlocks, Ethan! I'm the only one who knows...
Briggs: Hunt! Hunt! Hunt! Don't you do it! Drop the knife! Put it down! I said drop it! Do it! On your feet!
Ethan: Okay!
Briggs: Drop that goddamn knife!
Ethan: It's okay! It's okay! Just take him! Cover him! Cover him! He's the one you want!
Briggs: Degas!
Degas: I got it! I got it!
Ethan: He's the one you want!
Briggs: I don't care about him, Hunt! I want you!
Ethan: NO! It's okay! Listen to me. Everyone on this train is gonna die unless you do exactly as I say.
Degas: Mesdames, messieurs! Excusez-moi. Sortez…
Briggs: Everybody out! Back of the train!
Ethan: Grace...
Grace: I couldn't stop it.
Ethan: No one can. Come on!
Grace: Ethan, the key!
Ethan: Grace? It's okay.
Grace: It's my fault! If anything happened--
Ethan: I got it! We got it!
Gabriel: ETHAN!
Kittridge: What do you mean, you lost the key?!
Briggs: Move it! Move it! Everybody, move it! All the way to the back of the train! All the way to the back!
Kittridge: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on?!
Briggs: Since you're not really here, sir? It shouldn't concern you. All the way to the back!
Grace: Aah! Ethan--
Ethan: Grace! Grace, Grace! You have to jump!
Grace: What, jump?!
Ethan: Just go! Go, go, go!
Grace: Let's go, c'mon! Oh, my God!
Ethan: Ho! Ho! It's okay, don't move, don't move!
Grace: No, it's on fire! Get it off of me!
Ethan: Look out! Look out! Hang on! Run, run, run!
Grace: Ah! Yeah!
Ethan: Run, Grace! Hang on. I got you. Okay, don't look down. Don't look down, look at me. Look at me. Now -- I'm gonna jump across and you're gonna wait here. Grace! Grace, you have to let go. Grace, you've gotta let me go. You've gotta let me jump across or we're gonna die. Do you trust me? Do you trust me or not? You gotta trust me. Grace... Okay. C'mon, Grace. Give me your hand, you gotta jump. Don't look up! Look at me, look at me. Trust me, I won't let you fall. I promise. We're almost there, c'mon. I won't let you fall! Jump, Grace, jump! You gotta trust me. Jump, please! Don't look down. Listen to me very carefully: We're gonna pull you up together. Grace! Aah! Gah... It's okay! It's okay. Go, go! Go, go... Oh, thank you Luther...
Grace: What is that?
Ethan: It's a speedwing. It's our ticket off this train.
Grace: Oh. Ethan! Ethan!
Paris: [in French] It's true. He told me... I would betray him. Et voilá. Why... did you spare my life?
Ethan: [in French] No, no, no. No, no, no stay with me. You know what this is? You know what this is? Oui? What does it unlock? What does it unlock?
Paris: Sevas...topol...
Ethan: [in English] Sevastopol. The city, Sevastopol, in Crimea. Wh-- Where? [in French] Where is Sevastopol?
Paris: Sous... marin?
Ethan: Sous-marin? The submarine. The Sevastopol.
Paris: Good luck.
Grace: They'll be coming, Ethan.
Ethan: Merci.
Grace: What is it? What?
Ethan: We can only carry one.
Grace: Oh. I understand.
Ethan: Grace...
Grace: Ethan, it's okay. This was the plan. You have the key, you have to go.
Ethan: Grace.
Briggs: Hunt!
Grace: Go!
Briggs: Hunt?!
Grace: Go!
Briggs: Hunt! No, no! HUNT! Outta the way! Outta the way!
Degas: No, hey... Got a pulse, got a pulse! C'mon, stay with me...
Kittridge: It's better, isn't it? Face to authentic face.
Grace: Mr. Kittridge. Ethan Hunt tells me you're a man I can trust.
Kittridge: Does he, now?
Grace: He also said you would offer me a choice.
Kittridge: Interesting...
Grace: I choose to accept.
Kittridge: [voice over] 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.
Benji: Thank God.
Kittridge: [voice over] 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...
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