Ethan Hunt: Benji, I think, I... I must 've made a wrong turn somewhere Benji Dunn: No. No, that's it. That's it. Ethan Hunt: What? How can this be it? Benji Dunn: You can see the train right? Ethan Hunt: Yes. I can see the train. What about it? Benji Dunn: And you have a parachute. Ethan Hunt: Got a parachute? What do you expect me to do? Benji Dunn: Well just, you know... Jump Ethan Hunt: Just jump? Benji Dunn: Yeah! Ethan Hunt: Benji, it doesn't work like that. I'm not that high. There's ledges sticking out everywhere. I'm gonna hit them before the parachute even opens! Even if I could get the parachute open, I don't know if I can make it across the valley and intercep and land safely on a moving train! Do you copy? Benji Dunn: Yes! I copy! Look, I am just trying to help you, okay? I need you to take a step back and pull yourself together! Because I am under a lot of pressure right now! Ethan Hunt: Ok, just think, just think. What do I do? I've to get away from this mountain. Benji Dunn: Did you make it? Are you ok? Ethan Hunt: I'm trying to get away from this mountain.
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Eugene Kittridge: The world doesn't know it, but they're counting on you. Good luck, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: A man. Middle aged. A man waiting his whole life to be noticed by a woman like you.
Eugene Kittridge: The world doesn't know it, but they're counting on you. Good luck, Ethan.
Eugene Kittridge: They never bring their fugitive back alive, and rarely in one piece.
Ethan Hunt: Listen to me! You're dead. YOU STAY DEAD!
India Zulu 254: What is the oath? Ethan Hunt: We live and die in the shadows, for those we hold close, and for those we never meet.
Ethan Hunt: I swear your life will always matter more to me than my own. Grace: You don't even know me. Ethan Hunt: What difference does *that* make?
Grace: Am I the reason she's dead? Luther Stickell: No, she's the reason you're alive.
Ethan Hunt: Which way? Left or right? The Entity: It doesn't matter. Ethan Hunt: What do you mean it doesn't matter? Where is she? The Entity: She's on her way to the Minich 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 Hunt: This isn't Benji. The Entity: No, it's not. But you are done.
Degas: What if he had a good reason? Briggs: Who? Degas: Hunt. What if he had a good reason to go rogue? Briggs: They always go rogue. Him and his merry band of prankster circus freaks.
Luther Stickell: I packed you a BASE parachute and a speed wing, depending on how you need to leave the train. And I modified our comms to use sky wave radio. Not as reliable as satellite, but completely analogue, immune to the Entity. Ethan Hunt: Got it. Luther Stickell: 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 complete offline in a place where the Entity can't find me. I have to go. Ethan Hunt: I understand. Luther Stickell: Now, I have to ask you a question. Not as your partner, but as your friend. What's your objective? Ethan Hunt: Kill the Entity. Luther Stickell: What about killing Gabriel? Ethan Hunt: He knows what the key unlocks. If we need him alive, I wouldn't have forgotten it. Luther Stickell: 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 Hunt: Luther, I think you're right. Luther Stickell: Get the key, get off the train, ALIVE, do NOT kill Gabriel. And do not, I repeat, do NOT alter the plan.
The White Widow: Gabriel represents another interested party. In fact, this party was arranged by that interested party. Gabriel: You could even say that this party *is* that interested party.
Ethan Hunt: Benji, I think, I... I must 've made a wrong turn somewhere Benji Dunn: No. No, that's it. That's it. Ethan Hunt: What? How can this be it? Benji Dunn: You can see the train right? Ethan Hunt: Yes. I can see the train. What about it? Benji Dunn: And you have a parachute. Ethan Hunt: Got a parachute? What do you expect me to do? Benji Dunn: Well just, you know... Jump Ethan Hunt: Just jump? Benji Dunn: Yeah! Ethan Hunt: Benji, it doesn't work like that. I'm not that high. There's ledges sticking out everywhere. I'm gonna hit them before the parachute even opens! Even if I could get the parachute open, I don't know if I can make it across the valley and intercep and land safely on a moving train! Do you copy? Benji Dunn: Yes! I copy! Look, I am just trying to help you, okay? I need you to take a step back and pull yourself together! Because I am under a lot of pressure right now! Ethan Hunt: Ok, just think, just think. What do I do? I've to get away from this mountain. Benji Dunn: Did you make it? Are you ok? Ethan Hunt: I'm trying to get away from this mountain.
Benji Dunn: A self-aware, self-learning, truth-eating digital parasite infesting all cyberspace. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Luther Stickell: And the two halves of this key just might provide the means of controlling this Entity. Benji Dunn: Meaning every government on the planet would kill us just to get that key. Luther Stickell: Including our own. Ethan Hunt: Exactly. Benji Dunn: Putting us on an unsanctioned mission which has gone rogue before it even started. Luther Stickell: Meaning this very conversation is technically an act of treason. Benji Dunn: Or as we like to call it, Monday. Luther Stickell: So what's the play? Ethan Hunt: A buyer's coming in on flight 746 from Amsterdam for a 30-minutes layover, at which time he is hoping to purchase that half of the key. Benji Dunn: And it stands to reason the buyer will have the other half of the key somewhere on their person. Luther Stickell: Being the only way to authenticate our half. Benji Dunn: So how do we identify the buyer. Ethan Hunt: This Geiger counter will detect a radiological signature of the dragon's egg embed in the buyer's key. Ethan Hunt: The augmented-reality overlay in these glasses will lead us to it. Benji Dunn: Oh, that's very clever. Benji Dunn: So, you ID the buyer, pick his pockets, Bob's your uncle. Ethan Hunt: No. Benji Dunn: No. Of course not. Ethan Hunt: The complete key is of no value if we don't know what it unlocks. Luther Stickell: So you're going to sell the buyer our half of the key. Benji Dunn: While we figure out the buyer's connecting flight and book you seat on that plane. Luther Stickell: So you can follow the key wherever it goes. Benji Dunn: Which you hope is into the hands of someone who know what it unlocks. Ethan Hunt: Precisely. Finding the completed key is only the beginning
Ethan Hunt: No, it can'be. Benji Dunn: What is it? Ethan Hunt: Luther, Benji. Abort. Get out. Luther Stickell: Where do we rendezvous Ethan Hunt: We don't! This mission is terminated. Get out now.
Ethan Hunt: Wait, wait, wait! What's happpening? Grace: I'm done. I'm not doing this. Ethan Hunt: People are chasing us. Grace: Yes they are. Now you're driving. Now come on.
Ethan Hunt: Thank you officers. Please. You can wait ouside. Thank you. Grace: You. You did this. Ethan Hunt: I called the police. I didn't tell them about your colorful past. Ethan Hunt: That's on you. You put-pocleted that the key on another passenger before you were arrested. You exchanged details and arranged to meet later on. Right now somewhere out there hasn't the slighest clue they're holding on to that key for you. An unwitting courier. The perfect accomplice Ethan Hunt: I'm guessing a man... middle aged? A man waiting his whole life to be noticed by a woman like you. An orphan. Higly intelligent. Inherntly resourceful. Growing up in the poverty left you longing for the finer things. Other's people's things. Someone saw your potential and helped you hone your skills. Skills that gave you the life thought you wanted. Tailored clothes, fine dining, luxury hotels. Skills that kept you one step ahead of the law, until now. Grace: You can't blame a girl for trying to make a dishonest living. Ethan Hunt: You had no idea what you stealing. Otherwise you never would stolen it. Grace: Tell you what. You get me out of here, and I'll take you straight to the key. Ethan Hunt: I have a better idea. You're gonna tell me everything. Then I'll think about getting out of here. Now start with who hired you. And don't lie to me, because I'll know. Grace: I have no idea who hired me. Contact with the client was almost entirely electronic. Ethan Hunt: Email? Grace: Texts. Ethan Hunt: Encrypted? Grace: Naturally. Ethan Hunt: Almost? Grace: Pardon? Ethan Hunt: You said contact with client was "almost" entirely electronic. Grace: There was a dead drop in a cafe in Luxembourg. An envelope. Ethan Hunt: What was in the envelope? Grace: A ticket to Abu Dhabi. And... a picture of you. My instructions were to follow you at the airport. You'd be taling a mark. Said mark would have a key and four million in criptocurrency. That drive was useless, by the way. It was empty. The only hope I have of getting paid is to deliver your half of the key. Ethan Hunt: And you were instructed to deliever it to... Grace: Venice. Party at Ducake Palace, Tomorrow. Midnight Venice. Ethan Hunt: You expecting someone? Grace: Your friends from the airport. Saw them in the halleay a few minutes ago. Ethan Hunt: You could have said something sooner. Grace: Well, they we're chaising you, not me.
Ethan Hunt: Talk to me, Benji! Benji Dunn: No need to worry, Ethan. Benji Dunn: The train on scheudle and you're a few minutes early, so we have plenty of time. Ethan Hunt: Are you sure? Benji Dunn: Yeah, I am looking at the train right now. It should be slowing down for the curve in exactly two minutes. Ethan Hunt: Just keep me on the track, whatever it takes. Benji Dunn: Will do. I'll see you at the rendezvous.
Ethan Hunt: Thank you officers. Please. You can wait ouside. Thank you. Grace: You. You did this. Ethan Hunt: I called the police. I didn't tell them about your colorful past. Ethan Hunt: That's on you. You put-pocketed the key on another passenger before you were arrested. You exchanged details and arranged to meet later on. Right now somewhere out there hasn't the slightest clue they're holding on to that key for you. An unwitting courier. The perfect accomplice Ethan Hunt: 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 the poverty left you longing for the finer things. Other's people's things. Someone saw your potential and helped you hone your skills. Skills that gave you the life thought you wanted. Tailored clothes, fine dining, luxury hotels. Skills that kept you one step ahead of the law, until now. Grace: You can't blame a girl for trying to make a dishonest living. Ethan Hunt: You had no idea what you stealing. Otherwise you never would stolen it. Grace: Tell you what. You get me out of here, and I'll take you straight to the key. Ethan Hunt: I have a better idea. You're gonna tell me everything. Then I'll think about getting out of here. Now start with who hired you. And don't lie to me, because I'll know. Grace: I have no idea who hired me. Contact with the client was almost entirely electronic. Ethan Hunt: Email? Grace: Texts. Ethan Hunt: Encrypted? Grace: Naturally. Ethan Hunt: Almost? Grace: Pardon? Ethan Hunt: You said contact with client was "almost" entirely electronic. Grace: There was a dead drop in a cafe in Luxembourg. An envelope. Ethan Hunt: What was in the envelope? Grace: A ticket to Abu Dhabi. And... a picture of you. My instructions were to follow you at the airport. You'd be taling a mark. Said mark would have a key and four million in criptocurrency. That drive was useless, by the way. It was empty. The only hope I have of getting paid is to deliver your half of the key. Ethan Hunt: And you were instructed to deliever it to... Grace: Venice. Party at Ducake Palace, Tomorrow. Midnight Venice. Ethan Hunt: You expecting someone? Grace: Your friends from the airport. Saw them in the halleay a few minutes ago. Ethan Hunt: You could have said something sooner. Grace: Well, they we're chaising you, not me.
Ethan Hunt: Listen to me! You're dead. *You stay dead!*
Gabriel: It's important to understand you're not unique. Thirty years ago, her name was Marie. The first of many women who trusted our mutual friend. Women who all have something he wants. Women who are all in over their heads, or so he tells them. Sound familiar? Grace: What happened to Marie? Gabriel: 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. Grace: Why should I believe you? Gabriel: You shouldn't. You stepped into a world of lies, Grace. Nothing anyone says is true. Just remember that when he promises to protect you. Ethan Hunt: Grace. Gabriel: It's been a long time, Ethan. Ethan Hunt: You should've killed me when you. had the chance.
Gabriel: Can I buy you a drink? Grace: I'm waiting for someone. Gabriel: So am I. We can wait together. I'm Gabriel. Grace: If you say so. Gabriel: And you're Grace. Grace: I don't have it on me. Gabriel: I wouldn't expect you to. In any case, I'm not here for the key. Grace: What do you want? Gabriel: Suppose while we're waiting, I tell you a little story. Grace: Oh, you're obviously not the person I came here to meet. Gabriel: it's your story, Grace. I know how it ends.
