Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation Page #2

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No, wait.

Wait!

Where is he?

He's heading to the north corridor.

He has closed the gate.

Hurry, don't let him escape.

Quick!

Stack-com 7.

- Western Europe unsecured.

Designator.

- Bravo Echo One One.

Connecting.

This is Brandt.

- Go secure.

Go.

London terminal is compromised.

Repeat, London is compromised.

Agent placed is down.

Request immediate extraction.

What happened?

Who breached London?

Do you've anything to go on?

A face. He wanted something.

Not information.

He could've kill me,

but he didn't.

Okay, what do you think it means.

- The Syndicate is real.

They know who we're,

how we operate.

I think I know why

they've been so hard to find.

Just focus operations on

gathering any available

Intel regarding formal covert operatives.

It doesn't matter what country or agency.

Just as long as they are dead

Or presumed dead.

Start with Janik Vinter.

He's also known as the bone doctor.

I can't do that.

- What?

What're you talking about?

The Committee has shut us down.

Operations are to be

handled over to the CIA.

There is no more IMF.

I've been ordered to bring everyone in.

Ethan.

- I understand.

Ethan.

- I understand, Brandt.

We didn't have this conversation.

I disappeared in London.

You don't know where I am.

If I'm dead or alive.

This man you saw.

Can you find him?

I won't stop until I do.

This may very well be

our last mission, Ethan.

Make it count.

Brandt.

Since we are going to be work together,

I want you to choose your

next works very carefully.

Where is Hunt?

I don't know.

- Don't lie to me, Brandt.

I have no way of contacting him.

He's deep cover. Last I heard,

he's tracking the Syndicate.

Let's cut the bull.

You know who we are.

You know what we are capable of.

How come the CIA has never discovered

any actual Intel regarding this Syndicate.

What are you implying?

- Not implying, stating.

Leveling an accusation actually.

Hunt is both arsonist and fireman

at the same time.

I believe that the Syndicate

is a figment of his imagination.

Created to justify the IMF's existence.

I'm going to find him, Brandt.

And when I do,

he will be called upon to answer for every...

...wanton active mayhem

he's responsible for.

Welcome to the CIA.

You'll never find him.

Set your watch, Brandt.

Ethan Hunt is living his

last day as a free man.

6 months later

All right, everybody.

Heads up.

This is it.

Alpha team prep.

Standing by.

Execute.

- Langley brimstone, go.

I say again.

We are a go.

Langley, there's nobody here.

Langley brimstone.

Face the north wall.

B. Dunn

Dunn.

Is it that time already.

Okay.

I'm going to ask you

a series of control questions.

I know and I'm gonna answer truthfully.

And then you gonna ask

me to lie intentionally.

State your name.

- The King of Norway.

See, that's a lie.

I'm actually third in line to the throne.

My brother was...

Has Ethan Hunt contacted you?

- Why would he contact me?

Hunt has resurfaced.

This time in Cuba.

He...

left these behind.

Tell me what you make of them.

I don't know.

He's taken up scrap booking?

Look at the photographs, Dunn.

All of them are either

missing or dead, everyone.

All of them were government agents.

Russian, French, British, Israelis,

you name it.

These are highly classified files and yet

Hunt had no problem collecting them.

And he always seems

to be a step ahead of us.

I wonder how?

- Are you suggesting I'm helping him?

That thought had cross my mind.

6 months, I have been here.

Sifting through mountains of metadata

and exabytes of encoded excrement.

I had decrypted, processed, passed

more data than anyone in my section.

And yet every week,

you hold me in here.

And you ask me the same question,

just in a different way.

And today,

you haven't answered it.

You seem to thinks I have

some kind of obligation to him.

Okay, nothing could be

further from the truth.

Ethan Hunt is still out there in the field,

and I'm stuck here answering for it

We're not friends.

I owe him nothing.

That'll be all, Dunn.

Welcome to Vienna, Benji.

Missed me?

Ethan, where are you?

Where the hell have you been?

No act.. you know what? Please,

don't tell me that,

because it's just another thing I would

have to lie about in my weekly polygraph.

Everything is going to be fine.

Just keep walking.

But, make sure you're not being follow. ed

Oh. I didn't win those opera tickets, did I?

No, I'm afraid not...

So, where do we meet?

- We don't.

For your sake,

we shouldn't be seen together.

You have mail.

Who is he?

- That's what we're here to find out.

What I do know, is he's our only

possible link to the Syndicate...

...and I have reason to believe that

he's going to be here tonight.

But I can't find him alone.

Are you in?

Are you in?

- Yes, of course. Of course.

So, what's the play?

- Simple. You find him, we tag him.

I follow him wherever he goes.

- And after that?

After that you're on a plane,

back at work Monday morning.

No one is the wiser.

- What? That's it?

You're in enough danger as it is.

I didn't want to involve you

this much but I had no choice.

Whoa. If you're gonna bring me all this way,

you could at least give me something

a little be more... you know, dramatic.

Benji, we are trying to keep a low profile.

You want drama, go to the opera.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

- Yes, I am.

Am I correct in assuming that is

the Chancellor of Austria?

Yes, you are.

- Did you know he's going to be here?

No

- Right.

Well. We have a European

Heads of State here,

at the same time as we're

looking for a nefarious terrorist.

And I'm sure the two things

are completely unrelated.

Benji.

Mean while I'll try and

overlook the fact that...

...you're an international

fugitive wanted by the CIA.

Benji.

And this little unsanctioned

operation is tenement-ed treasonous.

Benji.

Because as you stated earlier,

I will be back in my desk

on Monday morning,

playing video games and no one

will be any be the wiser.

The show's about to start, Benji.

- Right.

Just take your position,

tell me what you see.

Okay.

Nice tux, by the way.

Stage is set.

Ready lights.

Ready lights.

The final preparations ready.

Stay alert, please.

Join the IMF. See the world,

on a monitor...

...in a closet.

Okay, I have eyes.

Searching...

Talk to me, Benji.

- Nothing yet. Standby.

I know you're here.

Where're you.

Uh Ethan, I might have something for you.

Can't confirm.

Where?

- Backstage, I will direct you

Take the door on your left.

He should be right in front of you.

Benji, did you see that?

- See what?

A woman.

What woman?

Where're you?

I can't see you.

What happened?

- I don't know

Ethan, do you copy?

Ethan, come in.

Ethan, the lighting booth.

Ethan, do you copy?

Oh god.

It's a flash wound.

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

Surround the building.

Secure the exits.

I've a way out.

Interested?

Lead the way.

Anything you want to tell me?

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