Mission: Impossible Page #9

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 a**hole.

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:

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