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Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè ñöåíàðèé ê ôèëüìó: Ìèññèÿ íåâûïîëíèìà I/ Mission Impossible I. Ìèññèÿ íåâûïîëíèìà I/ Mission Impossible I INT. KIEV APARTMENT - NIGHT We're in a large closet. JACK KIEFER, an athletic American in his late thirties wearing a headset, is wedged into a corner, staring at a television screen. The television shows a surveillance view of the living room that lies outside the confines of the closet. The TV image is in black and white. JACK shifts, trying like hell to get comfortable but he's been there a while ON THE SCREEN A bare bulb shines down on the contents of a shabby hotel room. Directly under the blub a man, GENNADY KASIMOV, sits in a straight backed wooden chair in his blood-stained T- shirt. There are a couple of THUGS and a stray HOOKER in the room behind him. A legend: KIEV KASIMOV is sobbing. Uncontrollably. A MAN enters the room, ANATOLY, an imperious Russian in his forties, a Russian godfather. The THUGS and HOOKERS are ushered out. ANATOLY looks down at KASIMOV pitiously and urges him to go and sit by him in a chair he picks up for him. KASIMOV does as he is bid, looking gratefully up at ANATOLY. They speak in Russian which is subtitled. ANATOLY Kasimov, Kasimov, good that you called us. KASIMOV (sobbing) I don't remember what happened! We were at the bar, drinking, laughing -- having fun. ANATOLY gets up out of the chair and goes to a bed across the room. A WOMAN lies half under the sheets. She's lying in an unnatural position on the bed, and the sheets are smeared with blood. She's dead. ANATOLY lifts her eyelid. KASIMOV I don't even know how I got here. I swear, Anatoly, I never touched her! I didn't lay a finger on her. ANATOLY moves away from the WOMAN. ANATOLY Kasimov. Don't flounder. IN THE CLOSET JACK, impatient, checks his watch. JACK Jesus, she's been under too long. Come on, come on! ON THE SCREEN KASIMOV You're the only one who can help me. Desperately he tugs at ANATOLY'S jacket. But ANATOLY hits his hand away and smacks him around the head. IN THE CLOSET JACK reacts. ON THE SCREEN ANATOLY bends close to KASIMOV. ANATOLY C'mon, c'mon, tell the truth...c'mon. KASIMOV They'll kill me. ANATOLY paces up the room, away from KASIMOV. ANATOLY You asked for my help. You asked for my help...come on... KASIMOV You're right, of course. IN THE CLOSET JACK leans forward. JACK The name pal...give us the name. ON THE SCREEN KASIMOV The contact in Minsk..the contact in Minsk..works in a travel agency. IN THE CLOSET JACK Come on! ON THE SCREEN ANATOLY Come on! KASIMOV His name is.....Dimitri Miediev. ANATOLY Dimitri Miediev...Dimitri Miediev... IN THE CLOSET JACK Got him. ON THE SCREEN Back on screen, ANATOLY places a hand on KASIMOV'S shoulder as if he had just anointed him. IN THE CLOSET In the closet, JACK types the name into a computer and cross checks -- "MIEDIEV" comes up, then "posting/American consulate/Kiev." JACK turns and nods to a WHOREHOUSE WAITRESS in costume in the closet next to him, dressed in traditional Russian tunic and virtually no bottom. She quickly leaves. INT. SHABBY ROOM - NIGHT We enter the room for the first time as the WAITRESS does. She's carrying a tray with a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. ANATOLY Now, we drink. He pours them out and hands one to KASIMOV. ANATOLY (CONT'D) To friends. KASIMOV Yes, Anatoly, yes. JACK Cheers. He drinks. He blinks. Something felt funny about that. Dizzied, KASIMOV swoons and passes out on the floor. ANATOLY moves to the closet door and opens it. IN THE CLOSET ANATOLY reaches up to his face -- --and tears away a mask of flesh. He's no middle aged Russian mobster, he's ETHAN HUNT, an American in his early thirties. He gestures to KASIMOV contemptuously. JACK hands ETHAN a hypodermic kit and he goes quickly back into the room. ETHAN (in English now) Get rid of this scum. Immediately, there is activity, and PEOPLE everywhere. TWO OTHERS come into the room and carry KASIMOV out. ETHAN goes quickly to the body of the dead woman. He cheeks the pulse in her neck, shines a penlight in her eye. He strips the adrenalin kit and jabs the long needle into the dead woman's thigh. He checks her pulse again, checking a stopwatch. In about ten seconds, the woman's eyes open. CLAIRE is her name, a French woman of thirty or so. She half rolls over, GROANS, and wipes some of the blood from her mouth. CLAIRE Did we get it? ETHAN We got it. On your feet. CLAIRE I want to sleep. Can I sleep here. ETHAN Walk, just walk. Start walking. CLAIRE I'm walking. ETHAN Talking's good, walking's better. CLAIRE Sleeping's better. Meanwhile, MEN in overalls take apart the room. The ceiling lifts right off the walls, and the walls themselves start to come down, revealing the "hotel room" to be an elaborate set in the middle of an empty warehouse. JACK comes into the room from the closet. He hands CLAIRE her jewelry, including a watch and a wedding ring. ETHAN stops what he's doing, noticing. She looks up at him questioningly. CLAIRE Are you all right Ethan. What's wrong with you? ETHAN If you're gonna do this again Claire, It's not gonna be on my watch. CLAIRE Oh yeah? JACK comes into the room from the closet. He hands CLAIRE her jewelry, including a watch and a wedding ring. ETHAN stops what he's doing, noticing. She looks up at him, questioningly. JACK Claire. ETHAN Jack. She almost unconsciously slips the wedding ring onto her finger. ETHAN notices. He turns and SHOUTS to the room at large. ETHAN IS THERE ANY PARTICULAR REASON WE'RE NOT OUT OF HERE YET?! JACK Just waiting for you, tubs. He walks across the room and out the door. CLAIRE, worried, clutches her hands together, glancing down at her wedding ring. We move in on it -- CUT TO: INT. JET - DAY -- and come out on another wedding ring, this one on a MAN's finger. One of several he's drumming on an arm rest in the plush first class cabin of a commercial airliner. He shoves some money into his wallet, and as he does so we catch a fleeting glimpse of a photograph of CLAIRE. The pilot's voice makes an announcement. VOICE (O.S.) Ladies and gentlemen, we have leveled off at our cruising altitude of thirty-eight thousand feet-and we should be arriving in Prague right on schedule. A FLIGHT ATTENDANT makes her way between the seats, passing out menus. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Would you like to watch a movie Mr Rosen? A passenger takes one. The ATTENDANT continues on. FLIGHT ATTENDANT (CONT'D) Would you like to watch a movie Mr Phelps? The MAN with the wedding ring looks up. JIM PHELPS is in his mid-forties, good-looking, intense. He's a tired man, and not just now, it's a profound fatigue. He looks up at the ATTENDANT and smiles warmly. PHELPS No, I prefer the theatre. A look crosses the FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S face; her tone becomes stilted. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Would you consider the cinema of the Ukraine? PHELPS Perhaps you'd choose one for me. The ATTENDANT turns and walks away. PHELPS sits back, shakes a cigarette out of a pack, and taps it nervously on the armrest. AT THE FRONT OF THE CABIN. The FLIGHT ATTENDANT opens a case loaded with video 8 cassettes of feature films. She opens a panel in the top of the case and withdraws a tape hidden back there. BACK AT PHELPS' SEAT The ATTENDANT returns with the tape and hands it to PHELPS. He takes it without a word and she moves on. PHELPS reaches down and turns a lever on the support between his seat and the empty one beside him. He flips up a small movie screen and angles it toward himself, away from the other passengers. He puts on a headset, opens a door in the armrest, and puts the tape in. He presses play. ON THE TAPE, the image of a man comes on. EUGENE KITTRIDGE is fortyish, but seems permanently stuck in the Nixon era -- horn rimmed glasses, short short haircut, rather be caught dead than tieless. But if he catches your eye, he will never, ever look away. He's seated at a desk, looking into the camera. KITTRIDGE (on the tape) Good morning, Mr. Phelps. The man you're about to see is Aleksander Golitsyn -- The screen winks and shows an image of GOLITSYN, a burly man in his forties. The image is herky-jerky videotape, presumably taken from a concealed camera as GOLITSYN walks down a foreign street. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) -- a former KGB Line X officer now working the international black market selling intelligence. This morning, we learned that Golitsyn has stolen one half of a CIA NOC list, the list of our non- official cover agents working in Eastern Europe. The screen shows an image of what such a list might look like, code names and other information scrolling by on a computer screen at high speed. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) For security reasons, the NOC list is divided into two encoded halves. Golitsyn already has the cryptonym portion, which contains agent code names and targeting areas. This portion is useless unless combined with the second half -- the true name list that is kept in the CIA station in our Embassy in Prague. The Embassy itself comes on screen, a beautiful old building at the base of the Charles Bridge, which spans the Vltava River. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) We believe Golitsyn plans to steal the true name list at an Embassy function tomorrow night. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to obtain photographic proof of the theft, apprehend those involved, and return the stolen list. I don't have to stress the importance of this matter, Jim. We're keeping it internally black. Because of its urgency, I've already sent to Prague a team selected from your usual group. Still photographs come on screen, some of which we're already seen -- JACK KIEFER, CLAIRE and ETHAN. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Ethan Hunt will of course be your point man, as usual. He's in Kiev; we're getting word to him now. INT. JET - DAY PHELPS sits back in his seat, closes his eyes, and rubs his tired brow. KITTRIDGE himself comes back on the tape. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) As always, should you or any member of your IM force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions. This tape will self- destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim! PHELPS inhales deeply -- -- the tape in the armrest starts to smolder, sending up a plume of wispy smoke -- -- and PHELPS exhales, concealing the plume in a cloud of cigarette smoke. CUT TO: EXT. PRAGUE SAFE HOUSE - DAY SARAH and HANNA, a German woman in her mid-thirties enter. Another legend: PRAGUE INT. SAFE HOUSE - PRAGUE - DAY The IMF team's safe house is a sparsely furnished Prague apartment with a panoramic view of the city. The IMF team is scattered around the room. Sketches, pads, overfilled ashtrays and equipment are strewn everywhere. JACK and SARAH seated next to each other - JACK demonstrating the VISCO glasses to her. CLAIRE is seated opposite JACK at the computer. JIM and ETHAN are in the kitchen. HANNAH taking a roll of black-out curtain through the room. JACK Look to your right, then back to me. There's a camera built right into the bridge. Whatever you see it sees and transmits it back here. Can you hear me? SARAH Of course I can hear you. JACK No, in your...ear piece. You have a lovely smile (eyes). Can you hear me now? SARAH Loud and clear. JACK What's going on? SARAH I don't know. JACK Why don't you take a look? SARAH Jack...that's spying. JACK That's what we do isn't it? SARAH Jack you're so wicked. JACK Too wicked to have a drink later? SARAH I think I might just take that look. ETHAN and JIM PHELPS are in a heated conversation. ETHAN Yeah, well, Jim, fact is I've got more than ninety days leave coming. PHELPS A hundred and sixty-seven, I think it is. Take it all, if you want. After this one. ETHAN I thought I'd take some now. PHELPS (quietly, to Ethan) What the hell's made you decide to take your leave at the worst possible time? Claire's in a weird mood too. ETHAN Oh? What's the problem? PHELPS I don't know, I had to go to Chicago again. You were in Kiev. You tell me. ETHAN Tell you what? PHELPS When you started noticing your short term memory loss. What the problem was you and Claire had in Kiev? ETHAN What problem? PHELPS (laughs) Ah, God, forget it. What are we talking burnout here? ETHAN I guess. PHELPS Ethan, you can't burn out. ETHAN Why not? PHELPS Because I can't afford it. And because you'd burn up before you'd burn out. CLAIRE, who is at the computer behind them, somehow seems to be the reference point in the following exchange: ETHAN How was Chicago? PHELPS Wonderful. Ran into a convention of auto dealers at the Drake Hotel. You hear the one about the astronaut who comes back from the first manned flight to Mars after two years? His wife's got a year old kid. So he says "All right. Who was it? My friend Harry?" She says no. "Oh, it was my friend Sammy." She says it wasn't Sammy. "Oh, I suppose it was my friend Lou." "No, what's the matter, don't you think I have any friends of my own?!" PHELPS laughs. ETHAN doesn't. The back of CLAIRE'S head is in his line of sight. PHELPS (CONT'D) Boy, you really are grim. Come here, take a look. He leads ETHAN to the window, which overlooks the city. EXT. PRAGUE - DAY ETHAN's POV of Embassy. INT. SAFE HOUSE - DAY ETHAN nods. PHELPS (CONT'D) Beyond Charles Bridge there is our Embassy. See it? Tomorrow night, if anything goes wrong, this guy will steal the names of our agents in every country all over Eastern Europe. Up for grabs to the highest bidders -- third world terrorists, arms dealers, drug lords -- any and everybody who'd love to get rid of long term coverts like us, and some very dear friends among them. If they're exposed, they'll be executed. Come over here. Take a lock at this. CLAIRE, who is working at a computer, has pulled up a quicktime video image in a box on her screen. In it, an old edition of the McLaughlin Report, the PBS news show, is playing. ETHAN is distracted by it. INSERT - TELEVISION SENATOR WALTZER, a bearded, bespectacled man in his forties, is holding forth: SENATOR WALTZER I'll go you one further. I say the CIA and all its shadow organizations have become irrelevant at best and unconstitutional at worst. It's time we throw a little light on the whole concept of the Pentagon's "black budget." These covert agency subgroups have confidential funding, they report to no one -- who are these people?! We were living in a democracy the last time I checked. BACK TO SCENE ETHAN looks back at JIM. ETHAN You're going to use Walter? PHELPS He's our guy. ETHAN Isn't he chairing the Armed Services hearing? PHELPS Not this week. This week he's flyfishing at the Oughterard Slough in County Kildare, with one of our best Irish guides. ETHAN He won't be back in a hurry? PHELPS No, not in a hurry. What do you think? You think the plot'll work? ETHAN Sure. If the main character does. PHELPS If you were me, Ethan, who would you trust to make him believable? JACK comes breezing in with a piece of bubble gum. JACK Sorry, am I interrupting? ETHAN Always. JACK shows the gum to ETHAN. JACK Stick of gum. If you come up against a lock you can't pick -- Half the gum is red, the other half is green. JACK (CONT'D) Red light. Green light. Mash them together, asta lasagna. Don't get any on you -- you have five seconds. He offers the gum to ETHAN. PHELPS Are you gonna take it? CLAIRE glances up from the computer and catches ETHAN's eye. PHELPS may have caught the glance, but is focused on ETHAN. ETHAN (relenting) Give me the God damn gum. JACK Just don't chew it. PHELPS Thank you. CUT TO: EXT. AMERICAN EMBASSY - NIGHT The American Embassy glitters beside the Vltava River. Party at the Embassy tonight. INT. AN ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT JACK, wearing black coveralls and slightly odd-looking eyeglasses (they're called Visco glasses), enters an elevator shaft through a small door at the base of the wall. He looks up the shaft, shining a flashlight until he finds what he's looking for -- -- a gray metal box, protruding from the wall one floor up. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS is at a table in the safe house apartment, watching the bank of monitors HANNAH wired together earlier. The monitors are alive now, showing various views of the inside of the Embassy, where the party is going on, and one view of the elevator shaft. PHELPS wearing an IMF headset and speaks into the mouthpiece. PHELPS Ethan. Jack's inside. Window's open by twenty-three hundred. INT. EMBASSY - NIGHT Inside the Embassy, the party is a formal, tuxedoed affair that's in full swing on the second floor. SENATOR WALTZER, the man who was on TV, walks up a grand staircase, headed in. An AMERICAN DIPLOMAT in a tuxedo hurries up to him. DIPLOMAT How do you do, Senator, I'm Rand Housman, the Ambassador's aide. If I could just steer you through the reception line here -- The DIPLOMAT pilots the SENATOR by one arm, guiding him to a reception line at the base of the stairs to the party. DIPLOMAT (CONT'D) Allow me to introduce Jaroslav Reid, the director of the National Gallery -- Petr Brandl, the mayor of Prague -- SARAH, a very attractive young American dressed in an elegant gown, steps out of the reception line and shakes hands with WALTZER. SARAH I bet you don't remember me, do you, Senator? SENATOR WALTZER Of course I do. How are you, Miss Norman? He leans in and kisses her on the cheek, and as he does so SARAH whispers something in his ear. SARAH He's in pocket. Under the archway behind me. Her tone, her words -- we realize she's on the team. The SENATOR pulls a pair of Visco glasses from his pocket (and if we didn't know the SENATOR was ETHAN before, this confirms it), puts them on, and looks up, over her shoulder. UNDER AN ARCHWAY NEAR THE ENTRANCE, ALEKSANDER GOLITSYN, the Ukrainian, has just come in from outside. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS sees the SENATOR's point of view of GOLITSYN, through the glasses, broadcast back to PHELPS' monitor. He speaks into his microphone. PHELPS Sarah, mark the package and go to two. INT. EMBASSY PARTY - NIGHT SARAH still has the SENATOR's attention. SARAH Your advance team mentioned you'd want a tour of the facility, so I've gone ahead and set that up for you -- SENATOR WALTZER Terrific. Let's get going. (to the Diplomat) Will you excuse us? He slips an arm around SARAH and they walk off, not into the party, but the other way, toward a staircase that leads further into the Embassy. DIPLOMAT Uh, sir? INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT JACK climbs up the elevator shaft, towards the gray metal box. He just begins to remove the cover when he hears a noise from above. He looks up and sees the elevator above him descending. JACK quickly pulls himself flush against the wall. The elevator comes down adjacent to him and stops, pinning him to the wall. JACK Great. Come on. INT. EMBASSY PARTY - NIGHT As the SENATOR and SARAH pass behind the entering GOLITSYN, SARAH pulls a small bottle of perfume from her purse. But as she sprays, she points it slightly to the left, missing herself and hitting the back of GOLITSYN'S head. He never notices. They move on and down the flight of stairs. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT JIM PHELPS monitors the Visco views of the party. He looks to the fourth monitor and checks a view of the party, a jumpy one, as someone hurrying up stairs. PHELPS Hannah. He's marked. Lets go. INT. EMBASSY PARTY - NIGHT On a flight of stairs, HANNAH, dressed for the party and slightly out of breath, hurries up the stairs. HANNAH En route. She also has a pair of Visco glasses, which she trains on the party below. She pushes a micro switch on the side of her glasses, activating an electronic filter, which tints the lenses. PHELPS (O/S) Hannah, pull the shade (or - Hannah go to night vision). HANNAHíS VISCO POV the party looks the same, but one head in the crowd stands out. That head is GOLITSYN'S, his hair a fluorescent green where SARAH sprayed it. INT. THE DENIED AREA/ELEVATOR BANK - NIGHT The SENATOR (let's just call him ETHAN) and SARAH come down the stairs and pass a sign that says "Denied Area -- Political Attaches Only." ETHAN checks his watch. 23:00. He nods to SARAH, they round a corner, and come to an elevator at the end of the corridor. A sign in front of it says "Out of Order." They head for it anyway. A MARINE GUARD appears from behind a side door, catching them by surprise. JACK Governor's in position. We have the elevator. GUARD Excuse me, can I help you? SARAH -- which leads directly to the Denied Area, the only limited access area in the whole facility. SARAH flashes an ID at the GUARD and keeps talking. SARAH (CONT'D) As you can see. this area has both a Marine guard and video surveillance, and is strictly monitored at all times. She walks up to the thumbprint analyzer on the elevator bank and slides her thumb inside. The panel lights up and flashes a message -- "ACCESS DENIED." SARAH and ETHAN trade a look. SARAH (CONT'D) (covering) Senator, don't you have a young man on your staff named JACK? She tries the thumb again, Still no soap. ETHAN Jack? I believe we did have a young man named Jack. Not a reliable man, as I recall. Constantly late or behind in his work. Now the GUARD, noticing that Sarah's not being allowed access, comes closer to them. GUARD Excuse me, let me see that ID again! INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT JACK is still pinned to the wall by the elevator, listening to their conversation. PHELPS (O.S.) Jack's pinned down Sarah. Should be a second. Keep dancing. ETHAN (O.S.) (with the Senator's southern accent) We were forced to tie him to my best stallion and drag him around the barn a few times. Finally, the elevator moves down a floor and JACK is freed. JACK Relax your crack, Foghorn, I'm workin' on it. He quickly opens the gray metal box, revealing a maze of circuitry. He patches in his computer, climbs on top of the elevator, and hits the keyboard, beginning to download. THE LAPTOP there's a split-screen of SARAH's thumbprint and the ID picture. JACK downloads her file into the security computer. INT. THE DENIED AREA/ELEVATOR BANK - NIGHT Ignoring the GUARD, SARAH turns and slides her thumb into the thumbprint analyzer once more. The panel glows, this time the message flashes -- IDENTITY CONFIRMED -- and the elevator doors slide open briskly. The GUARD, surprised, now catches sight of the SENATOR. GUARD Oh. Sorry, sir. He snaps a salute. ETHAN and SARAH get into the elevator and the doors close behind them. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT JACK looks down at the elevator below. Through a grating, he can see them inside. JACK The drink (date) with Sarah is definitely off. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS moves from JACK's view of the elevator car to HANNAH's view of the party on his video monitors. PHELPS (a touch of impatience) Hannah -- I'm blind again. Hannah. INT. EMBASSY PARTY - NIGHT HANNAH, stationed on the second floor of the Embassy, moves to get a better view of the party. She reacquires GOLITSYN's glowing head. HANNAH He's heading to the denied area. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT This work room is filled with combination lock filing cabinets and various computer terminals. ETHAN hands SARAH his Visco glasses and she crosses the room, placing them upside down on top of a filing cabinet. ETHAN straps on a Visco wrist monitor and tunes it in, switching several times. ETHAN (to Sarah) Higher. Higher. SARAH Higher. ETHAN Right, right. Good. SARAH adjusts the glasses. THROUGH THE GLASSES, the view of the main computer terminal is upside down, but clear. Anyone sitting there will be recorded. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT On PHELPS' monitor, we see ETHAN, via his Visco glasses on the filing cabinet, standing next to the computer. PHELPS barks out a warning. PHELPS Get moving, Ethan. He's rolling to you. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT ETHAN pushes the elevator button but the elevator is already moving up. ETHAN Jack we're in position. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT/WORK ROOM - NIGHT In a split view, we see both sides of the elevator wall simultaneously -- on one side, JACK is lying on top of the rising elevator, on the other side, ETHAN and SARAH are waiting for it to arrive. ETHAN Jack. Jack. JACK I didn't touch it. The elevator stops, the doors open -- -- and GOLITSYN gets on. GOLITSYN descends in the elevator with JACK on top and ETHAN and SARAH waiting down below! INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS sees JACK's point of view of the elevator, with GOLITSYN inside. PHELPS (tension rising) He's in the box, Ethan, he's in the box! INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT ETHAN and SARAH are waiting in front of the elevator, the one GOLITSYN is about to step off of! ETHAN looks around, for a place to hide. ETHAN OK. Taking Golitsyn's exit. Jack, open the doors. SARAH What about my coat? I'll freeze. JACK (O.S.) I don't have it. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS whips over to a laptop and starts typing. PHELPS Opening the doors. Go under. He jabs ENTER on his keyboard. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT The elevator doors WHISK open, revealing the empty shaft beyond. ETHAN and SARAH jump into the shaft. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT ETHAN and SARAH jump down into the five foot empty space below the work room floor. Above them, the elevator continues its descent, with them hiding below. The elevator drops to just over their heads and stops. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT GOLITSYN steps off the elevator, crosses the room and slides a 3.5 computer disk into the computer in the work room. Through the Visco glasses, we can clearly see him at work, downloading the vital information. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (BELOW ELEVATOR) - NIGHT Waiting below the elevator, ETHAN takes off his jacket, starting to reverse it. He checks his Visco wrist monitor as GOLITSYN perpetrates the theft. He smiles and speaks into a microphone. ETHAN He's got it. Saved your ass again Jack. JACK (O.S.) Give me a break, Pops. SARAH Such a nice ass. JACK (O.S.) And a lonely ass. ETHAN Sarah's reconsidering. Claire, transport in five minutes. CLAIRE (O.S.) Roger that. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (BELOW ELEVATOR) - NIGHT Back inside, ETHAN strips off his mask and wearing his now reversed jacket, he and SARAH exit the small door at the base of the elevator shaft. EXT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT JACK rapidly disconnects his equipment. But as he pulls the final electrical clip from the elevator's wiring, it flashes and SPARKS. EXT. EMBASSY - NIGHT ETHAN and SARAH exit an Embassy service area by the waterfront and blend into the Embassy crowd, as an amorous couple. ETHAN In position. Jack open the door, let the package roll. JACK (O.S.) Roger that. Opening doors now. ETHAN Stairway, youíre wrapped, go to transport. ETHANíS voice comes over HANNAHíS earpiece. HANNAH En route. HANNAH breaks off and goes up the stairs. INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT The button marked "ROOF" lights up, seemingly all by itself. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT The car engages with a sharp jolt -- JACK Hey. --and starts to rise. JACK looks down, into the elevator car, through the grate. Thereís no one in it. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT On one of his monitors, PHELPS sees the elevator moving in the shaft. PHELPS Jack, what are you doing?! INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT JACK Iím not doing anything! (I donít have it either). INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS is typing at his keyboard and jamming the enter button but gets no response. PHELPS I donít have it -- I donít have control! INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT JACKíS face pales. He looks up, above him, at the approaching ceiling. JACK Uh -- then I have a problem. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT GOLITSYN pulls out the now-programmed disk from the computer, slips it in his jacket pocket and heads for the door. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT JACK looks up through his Visco glasses at the approaching roof, covered with spikes. EXT. EMBASSY - NIGHT Through the monitor, ETHAN sees JACKíS P.O.V. of the roof of the building approaching. Fast. ETHAN Cut the power. Cut the power Jack. Do you hear me. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (ABOVE ELEVATOR) - NIGHT On top of the elevator, JACK has ripped open the control panel again and is frantically trying to adjust wires to get the thing to stop. He swears, his fingers fumble, he works faster and faster. He looks up. The roof of the building is nearly upon him. ETHAN (O.S.) Come on, Jack, come on. JACK looks up again, he cringes, he covers his head with his hands, he SCREAMS -- --and heís crushed to death against the roof. EXT. EMBASSY - NIGHT ETHAN is staring at the static on the monitor that once was JACKíS signal. ETHAN Jack. Jack. He closes his eyes, knowing what that means. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS also sees the static. PHELPS Man down. Stay where you are. Iím on my way. He gets up and races out of the apartment. INT. EMBASSY WORK ROOM - NIGHT GOLITSYN, who now has the disk, jabs again and again at the elevator button but it wonít even light up. He studies the elevator doors and jumps into the shaft, just as ETHAN and SARAH did moments before. He hits the floor of the elevator shaft and exits the small door at the shaftís base. EXT. PRAGUE SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT PHELPS hurries towards the bridge. PHELPS En route. EXT. CHARLES BRIDGE - NIGHT PHELPS dashes onto the Charles Bridge and heads across the river, toward the Embassy. He throws a look back, over his shoulder. Paranoiaís setting in. EXT. EMBASSY (AS SEEN FROM CHARLES BRIDGE) - NIGHT Outside the Embassy, GOLITSYN escapes, pushing through the service area door and racing past a DRUNKEN COUPLE who are in the midst of a loverís quarrel, in Russian. Pan past the embankment and onto the bridge where PHELPS is still racing to meet ETHAN. But he stops suddenly, as if hearing something and looks behind him, at the deepening gloom. EXT. EMBASSY - NIGHT ETHAN and SARAH hear PHELPíS voice over the monitor. SARAH The package is in the open. ETHAN Jim. Jim. Heís in the open. PHELPS (O.S.) Iíve got a shadow. ETHAN Can you lose him? PHELPS (O.S.) No. Abort. Over ETHANís shoulder, SARAH sees GOLITSYN getting away. Fog starts to roll over the river towards the bridge. SARAH Ethan. Heís out of pocket. ETHAN (to Phelps) Jim we canít. PHELPS (O.S.) Abort. Thatís an order. ETHAN Negative, Golitsynís on the move. INT. GETAWAY CAR - NIGHT Seated in the getaway car, CLAIRE listens to JIM and ETHAN argue. PHELPS (O.S.) No, damn it, no, I said ABORT! EXT. EMBASSY - NIGHT Outside the Embassy, SARAH and ETHAN argue. ETHAN Sarah eye on the package. Jim, Iím coming to you. SARAH Jim gave an abort, we should walk away. ETHAN No, weíre going to recover the disk, understand?! Now move! ETHAN takes off for the bridge, leaving SARAH to shadow GOLITSYN. EXT. PARKING AREA - NIGHT HANNAH hurries toward the getaway vehicle. EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT ETHAN moves to the bridge stairs. PHELPS (O.S.) Where are you? ETHAN About two hundred yards from the bridge. PHELPS (O.S.) Theyíre covering this frequency, Ethan. Cut all radio communications. Repeat. Cut all radio communications. ETHAN continues to run toward the stairs to the bridge. Past CLAIRE who sits in the getaway car. He looks on his monitor and again sees PHELPSí POV. Only ominous silence. Phelps is looking back over his shoulder. The bridge is deserted. EXT. EMBANKMENT - NIGHT SARAH follows GOLITSYN as he hurries toward the shore, where a cobblestone promenade runs along the river. He disappears into the fog at the edge of the river. EXT. STAIRS TO BRIDGE - NIGHT ETHAN checks his monitor again. THE MONITOR PHELPSí point of view changes radically as his head swivels on the darkened bridge. He whirls again, looking over his shoulder and this time the barrel of a gun is visible, pointing at him and before PHELPS has a chance to react a GUNSHOT CRACKLES over the monitor. The point of view goes crazy for a moment, then over and down to a bloody hole in his own chest. His head rocks again, then goes over the side of the bridge and makes the long, hard fall into the river below. EXT. STAIRS TO BRIDGE - NIGHT ETHANís face goes white with shock. ETHAN JIM! EXT. CHARLES BRIDGE - NIGHT He races up the rest of the stairs to the bridge but thereís no sign of PHELPS. ETHAN runs to the railing and looks down into the river but sees only dark, choppy waters below, now becoming obscured in the gathering fog. He turns and looks to the embankment. He can faintly see GOLITSYN, hurrying along the promenade. ETHAN gives chase. EXT. PARKING AREA - NIGHT ETHAN runs towards the getaway car, reaching a vantage point on the top of the stairs, he can see CLAIREíS outline, visible in the driverís seat. But as he descends the stairs -- --the car explodes and bursts into flames. The force of the blast knocks ETHAN back. ETHAN CLAIRE! He watches the burning car in stunned silence for a moment, a stunned CROWD starts to gather. Remembering SARAH, he rushes down the stairs towards the embankment. EXT. EMBANKMENT - NIGHT SARAH comes out of the fog near the riverbank and sees GOLITSYN again, slowing down. A MAN comes out of the fog an seems to ask GOLITSYN for a light. SARAH draws closer. Behind her, the DRUNKEN COUPLE seems to be hanging with her for some reason. EXT. STAIRS FROM BRIDGE - NIGHT ETHAN continues towards the embankment. EXT. EMBANKMENT - NIGHT SARAH is almost to GOLITSYN. Suddenly, the MAN in front of GOLITSYN pulls him towards him. Sensing something wrong, SARAH quickens her pace. The MAN is now hunched over GOLITSYN, facing away from SARAH, going through GOLITSYNís pockets. The figure finds what itís looking for -- the disk -- and takes it. SARAH comes closer -- -- and the figure whirls. It brings a knife up sharply, plunges it into her chest and slinks away out of sight. ANGLE ETHAN races around the corner onto the embankment. He bursts out of the fog, just in time to see SARAH fall to her knees, over GOLITSYNís body. ETHAN sees the knife in her chest and GASPS. He pulls the knife out of SARAH, who is close to death. He looks at it -- it is a black Teflon knife with a serrated edge. BEHIND ETHAN The DRUNKEN COUPLE seem drunk no more. In fact, theyíre watching ETHAN. Through the fog and night, they see him leaning over SARAH, holding the knife in his hands. AT THE BODIES SARAH goes still. ETHAN lays her down, turns the other body over and sees that it is GOLITSYN. He quickly begins rummaging through his pockets. ETHAN hear police sirens and sees... ANGLE A Prague police boat, SIREN wailing, arrives at the dock in front of the Embassy. The DRUNKEN MAN and WOMAN stop suddenly. As THREE POLICE leap off the boat and race toward the explosion, ETHAN leaps over the gate and races up the alley and out of sight. EXT. STREET -- PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT ETHAN unscrews the mouthpiece of a payphone receiver. Heís holding a flat piece of metal with six prongs on it, a modernist cockroach. He CLICKS the cockroach into the guts of the phoneís wiring, piercing it with its little prongs. He screws the mouthpiece back on, holds the phoneís tongue down for a second, releases it and listens. He has a dial tone. Now he punches in a fourteen digit number he knows by heart. After a moment, a FLAT VOICE comes on the other side. FLAT VOICE (O.S.) Satcom seven. ETHAN Central Europe. Unsecured. FLAT VOICE (O.S.) Designator? ETHAN Bravo Echo one one. FLAT VOICE (O.S.) Switching. There is a long pause and then familiar voice comes on the line. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) This is Kittridge. ETHAN Go secure. Pause. A funny series of CLICKS comes over the line. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Go ahead. ETHAN Theyíre dead. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Whoís dead? ETHAN My team. Claire, Jack, even Jim - - Hannah, maybe, I -- donít know KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Are you damaged? ETHAN They knew we were coming. Golitsynís dead too. The disk is gone. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Are you intact? ETHAN Do you read me? The list is in the open! KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Let's just bring you in safely, and then we'll worry about that, okay? Were you followed? ETHAN closes his eyes. KITTRIDGEíS voice is strong and reassuring and he needs that right now. ETHAN I donít think so. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Donít think, be sure. Are you clean? ETHAN Yes. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Location green. One hour. Iíll be there myself. ETHAN Youíre in Prague? KITTRIDGE (O.S.) Heard a lot about you, Hunt. Donít disappoint me. ETHAN No sir. KITTRIDGE (O.S.) One hour. He hangs up. ETHAN does the same. He stares at the phone for a moment, thinking. He checks his watch. EXT. STREET - NIGHT ETHAN steps out of the phone booth and starts down the street. Every face seems to be starring at him now, every sound is menacing. He pulls his coat in tight, shoves his hands in his pockets and walks among the crowd. EXT. OLD TOWN SQUARE - NIGHT ETHAN makes his way past the old town clock, a towering, gothic structure and into a plaza, surrounded mostly by residential buildings. ETHANíS POV Straight across from him is a glass enclosed restaurant built on the portico of an old palace. Brilliantly lit up from inside, the restaurant positively shimmers, every table visible from everywhere in the plaza. INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT ETHAN'S POV ETHAN walks in the glass front doors, right next to an enormous fish tank, part of the restaurant's exterior wall. He scans the clientele carefully -- maybe a dozen PATRONS are scattered around. EUGENE KITTRIDGE is seated at a table in the middle. He and ETHAN make eye contact. ETHAN walks to the table, a couple of quick, seemingly cursory glances around the room as he goes. KITTRIDGE has been working on a pretty good-sized lobster. He rises to greet ETHAN and they sit. KITTRIDGE I can't tell you how sorry I am. I know how much Jim in particular meant to you, Ethan. Personally as well as professionally. ETHAN Yeah. He spots a stack of documents on the table. ETHAN picks them up. There's a Canadian picture bearing ETHAN photo and the name Phillipe Doucette, credit cards, driver's license, etc. KITTRIDGE Passport, visas - you know the drill. We'll work the exfiltration thru Canada, debrief you at Langley. Throw the Prague police a bone, you know toss them a few suspects. Follow me? ETHAN Yeah. I follow you. KITTRIDGE We've lost enough agents for one night. ETHAN You mean I've lost enough agents for one night. KITTRIDGE seems to be at the point of saying one thing, then, carefully: KITTRIDGE You seem hell bent on blaming yourself, Ethan. ETHAN Who else is left? KITTRIDGE Yes. I see your point. ETHAN Why was there another team? KITTRIDGE What? ETHAN Of IMF agents. At the Embassy. Tonight. KITTRIDGE I don't quite follow you. ETHAN Let's see if you can follow me around this room. (eyes moving around the room) The drunk Russians on the embankment at 7 and 8 o'clock...The couple waltzing around me at the Embassy at 9 and 11. The waiter behind Hannah at the top of the staircase - Bowtie, 12 o'clock. The other IMF team. You're worried about me. Why? KITTRIDGE (a tight little smile) You're right. Maybe this'll save some time. The figures around the room have grown restless. KITTRIDGE tries to indicate that it's okay. He pulls some papers out of his jacket. KITTRIDGE (CONT'D) For a little over two years now we've been spotting serious blowback in IMF operations. We have a penetration. The other day we decoded a message on the Internet from a Czech we know as "Max." ETHAN The arms dealer. KITTRIDGE That's right. Max, it seems, has two unique gifts -- a capacity for anonymity and for corrupting susceptible agents. This time he's gotten to someone on the inside - he's put himself in a position to buy our NOC list. An operation he referred to as "Job 314". The job he thought Golitsyn was doing tonight. ETHAN But the list Golitsyn stole was a decoy. KITTRIDGE Correct the actual list is safe at Langley. "Golitsyn" was a lightning rod, one of ours. ETHAN This whole operation was a molehunt. KITTRIDGE Yes, the mole's deep inside. And -- like you said. You survived. ETHAN stares at him levelly. KITTRIDGE (CONT'D) I want to show you something, Ethan. He now shoves the papers across the table. They're xeroxed copies of a Wisconsin bank account in the name of DONALD and MARGARET ETHAN HUNT. It shows a balance of $127, 000. KITTRIDGE (CONT'D) Since your father's death, your family's farm has been in sub-chapter S and now, suddenly, they're flush with over a hundred and twenty grand in the bank. Dad's illness was supposed to have wiped out the bank account -- dying slowly in America after all, can be a very expensive proposition Ethan. So, why don't we go quietly out of here onto the plane... ETHAN How about if we just go quietly into the bathroom and I wash your mouth out with soap - you pathetic button down bureaucratic asshole. KITTRIDGE (CONT'D) Ethan, I can understand you're very upset. ETHAN Kitteridge, you've never seen me very upset. ETHAN takes something from his jacket pocket. While KITTRIDGE talks, ETHAN unwraps whatever is in his hand. KITTRIDGE All right, enough is enough Hunt. You've bribed, cajoled, killed - and relied on intimate loyalties to get away with it. You're determined to shake hands with the devil and I'm going to make sure you do it in hell. We see what ETHAN holds in his hand -- it's the piece of bubble gum, half red, half green. He squeezes the gum, mushing the two sides together. ETHAN lashes out, swatting KITTRIDGE'S glass of wine off the table in one quick motion. As he does, he hurls the piece of gum. Diners look up, startled at the sound of the breaking wine glass. KITTRIDGE follows the trajectory of the glass -- -- and sees the piece of gum, stuck to the tank. His eyes widen. KA BOOM! The tiny piece of plastique explodes, SHATTERING the fish tank. A hundred gallons of water flow over the MAN and WOMAN, knocking them to the ground. At the same time, ETHAN bolts for the door. EXT. OLD TOWN SQUARE - NIGHT ETHAN races out of the restaurant and takes off, into the deserted square. EXT. SAFE HOUSE - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT Silence. ETHAN enters the darkened entry. INT. SAFE HOUSE STAIRWELL - NIGHT ETHAN glances up at the stairwell. Naked light bulbs illuminate the way up. He slips off his jacket and shirt, then puts his jacket back on. INT. SAFE HOUSE STAIRWELL - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT ETHAN unscrews a bulb. He crushes the bulb in his shirt and scatters the glass fragments on the steps. He climbs to the next bulb. INT. SAFE HOUSE - DOORWAY - NIGHT At the now-darkened door to the apartment, there's the soft sound of another bulb being POPPED in cloth, glass fragments dropping and ETHAN'S at the door. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT In the darkened safe house, ETHAN goes to a vase with flowers, picks it up and unscrews the bottom, retrieving a Sig Sauer automatic. He moves through the rooms, checking them as he goes. INT. SAFE HOUSE BATHROOM - NIGHT ETHAN checks the shower, then goes to his shaving kit, pulling out a shaving cream can and a hairspray can. He unscrews the bottoms, retrieving cash in various denominations from various countries and a couple of passports. As he pockets them, he catches sight of himself in the mirror. He's a mess. He splashes water on his face. INT. SAFE HOUSE KITCHEN - NIGHT ETHAN greedily tears the cap off a bottle of mineral water and proceeds to guzzle it as if he was dying of thirst. INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT He comes back into the living room. Still drinking, he notices flickering lights on the other side of the room, the static from the four monitors PHELPS was watching. One by one, he switches them off. THE LAPTOP JACK had been using lies closed at his abandoned desk. ETHAN wakes it up. The computer emits a DIAL TONE, then STATIC as it hits its connection. It prompts ETHAN along: SELECT USENET GROUP ETHAN TYPES IN job 314 ETHAN Job. Job 3:14. March fourteen. Job 31 March. The computer replies: SEARCHING STRING NOT FOUND ETHAN tries again: max.com The answer: SEARCH STRING NOT FOUND He tries a few more, quickly -- "job," "jobs," "joblist.com," but nothing comes up. He tries something else -- "scroll usenet groups." The computer scrolls names of bulletin boards at a dizzying speed, by the hundreds. That's not going anywhere. ETHAN pauses, slaking his bottomless thirst and trying to figure out what permutation of "job 314" he should add to the others on his computer screen. He MUMBLES. ETHAN Job three fourteen. Job -- (a realization, the Biblical pronunciation) It's Job! He rummages around on the desk, checks the bookshelf and finds a Gideon Bible. He turns to Job 3:14 and reads the Bible passage "Kings and Counsellors..." He thinks for another moment, then punches back into the Internet and under the command "Select Usenet Group" he types: BIBLE The computer replies: 126 ENTRIES FOUND, SPECIFY GROUP ETHAN: BOOK OF JOB The computer presents a multi-colored screen of religious icons and artwork with an accompanying message: WELCOME TO THE BOOK OF JOB DISCUSSION GROUP. WHICH CHAPTER AND VERSE DO YOU WISH TO POST YOUR ENTRY UNDER? ETHAN types his answer "Job 3:14" and the screen presents a "stickie" for him to write his message on. He does: ETHAN Max -- Goods tainted. Consider extremely hazardous. DO NOT USE. Fate will be that of kings and counsellors who built for themselves palaces now lying in ruins. Must meet to discuss a.s.a.p. ANGLE A rhythmic CRUNCHING sound and from the darkness on the other side of the room, PHELPS staggers toward him, wet and muddy, his middle a hopelessly bloody mess. He looks like he's dying on his feet. ETHAN freezes, appalled. PHELPS Ethan, what are you doing? ETHAN tries to speak but nothing will come out. PHELPS (CONT'D) I needed you, Ethan. 1 needed you on the bridge, and -- you weren't there. Ethan? Ethan? ETHAN reaches out to grab PHELPS but can't seem to touch him. PHELPS suddenly vanishes into thin air, ETHAN awakens from the dream and finds himself leaping to his feet, gun cocked and pointed at -- ANGLE It's CLAIRE. ETHAN What are you doing here?! CLAIRE freezes, her hands half-raised. CLAIRE (carefully) Ethan -- Ethan, it's okay. It's Claire. Ethan what's wrong with you? ETHAN Don't move. Her right hand has moved a fraction. She freezes again. ETHAN You were in the car! CLAIRE I wasn't. I heard that Jim was in trouble on the radio. He said someone was... ETHAN Shut up! I saw you. You were in the car. CLAIRE No, I got out of the car and I ran to the bridge. ETHAN Don't give me that! I was on the bridge. CLAIRE What happened to Jim? ETHAN There was nobody on the bridge. CLAIRE What happened to Jim? Ethan grabs her wrists, shouting. ETHAN Dead. Dead. Dead! Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead, they're dead. They're all dead! ETHAN releases her wrists. CLAIRE (mumbling) They're dead. Jim's dead. ETHAN Take off your coat. CLAIRE What? ETHAN Take off your God damn coat! He grabs a sleeve and literally tears the coat off her, half- spinning her around. The coat hits the floor like a dead body. CLAIRE'S instinctive move is to cover her chest. CLAIRE begins to shiver. ETHAN circles her, runs his hand cursorily across her body. It accentuates CLAIRE'S shivering. ETHAN (CONT'D) Where were you? CLAIRE I walked away. He said abort. He was gone so I walked away. ETHAN That was four hours ago! Who sent you? Did they send you here? CLAIRE (slowly) Who is "they?" ETHAN Did they send you...Did they send you? CLAIRE Who is they, who is they? ETHAN grabs her by the wrists. ETHAN Who sent you?! Who sent you? CLAIRE (screaming) No one sent me! We're supposed to be back here at four o'clock, four o'clock, if we abort, we don't return here until four o'clock, 0-four hundred, four am, four o'clock --! She sags. A moment. Then the clock begins to chime -- BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG. In the wake of the bells' reverb, ETHAN releases his grip on her wrists. INT. SAFE HOUSE - LATER THE SAME NIGHT ETHAN sits in front of the computer, staring blankly at it, still waiting for a response. CLAIRE sitting on the end of the bed. Dawn approaches, it's very, very quiet. CLAIRE Why haven't they brought us in yet? ETHAN I've been disavowed. They think I killed Jim and everyone else. Somehow a hundred thousand dollars found its way into my parents' bank account. Kittridge assumes I'm a mole they've been tracing and I've been in the employ of an arms dealer, Max, for the last two years, to get him our NOC list. A long moment while she stares at ETHAN's back. CLAIRE What are you going to do? ETHAN I'm going to get it for him. Whoever the mole is, I think goes by the name of Job, at least part of the time. 1 can't find him, but if he knows 1 have the NOC list, he'll find me. CLAIRE Ethan, you're not making sense. Let me go in and talk to Kittridge. I'm going to tell him you had nothing to do... ETHAN Claire, Claire, Claire, if you're not dead, he's going to assume you're with me. The computer blinks and makes a noise - ETHAN goes to it. THE COMPUTER SCREEN Blinking -- "MESSAGE WAITING." ETHAN hurries over and clicks on the message box. The screen blinks and the message shows up: ? JOB - CORNER OF NEKAZANKA AND PRlKOPY ONE P.M. ? BUY A PACKET OF DUNHILL ? AND ASK THE MAN SITTING ON THE BUS ? STOP BENCH FOR A MATCH CLAIRE looks to ETHAN. CLAIRE The message is for Job. ETHAN I'm going to answer it.
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