Mission: Impossible II Page #11

BILLY:

Well you know his blokes'll place the

OSCOR in his annex, where else if you're

pinpointing transmitters, video signals,

covert chip cameras, anything radiating,

oscillating..

ETHAN:

..or hard wired..

BILLY:

(please)

- or hard wired, right. First line of

perimeter defence'll run from the back of

the dock to the front of the house.

Whatever moves burps or bleep is gonna be

picked up to a height of twenty feet.

Basically impenetrable, I'd say.

LUTHER:

Ethan, here's Nekhorvich, and here's his

boss

Luther scans an entry from the IMF database with newspaper

clippings, sidebars of still of McCloy and Nekhorvich.

LUTHER (cont'd)

McCloy, Jon Chaddick, CEO Biocyte

Pharmaceuticals..D.O.B. September 30,

1952, Manchester, England.

BILLY:

(a little lost)

Well do you disagree with that?

ETHAN:

Not at all. But how about going into town

and confirming your intuitions on site?

BILLY:

Oh well, if that's how you feel about it.

Billy leaves.

LUTHER:

..then Cambridge..Harvard..entrepreneurial

efforts..in efforts..in 1989, acquired Biocyte in

hostile takeover..

As Luther transfer info to Ethan's computer:

LUTHER (cont'd)

Ethan, have a look at this.

On Ethan's screen appears the Biocyte website; where among he

various icons one offer McCloy's proud detailing of Biocyte's

philanthropic efforts:

MCCLOY'S VOICE

We at out state-of-the-art solar powered

Biocyte building recognized that eternal

vigilance is the price of health.. whether

it's funding the teaching center at the

Royal Prince Edward Hospital, removing

aerosol products from the marker or

braving the influenza quarantine at Bruny

island late last month..at Biocyte your

life..is our life's work..

ETHAN:

(quietly)

..Biocyte workers at Bruny Island.

INT - AMBROSE'S (DAY)

They've reached the head of the stairs. Ambrose opens a door.

It's a large bedroom opening onto a veranda with a view of the

tent annex and the beach, and a very large bed.

NYAH:

Your room.

AMBROSE:

(yes)

Mmmm.

NYAH:

And my room?

A long moment. Ambrose walks to a mirrored wall. The mirrors

are sliding doors. With a sweeping gesture, he slides one of the

mirrors back and reveals a wardrobe of beautiful designer

clothes.

AMBROSE:

Thought you could use a little something

to wear.

Nyah stares at the spectacular wardrobe. Ambrose pulls out a

slinky Armani and drapes it on the bed.

AMBROSE ( cont'd)

Try it on..

Nyah hesitates.

AMBROSE (cont'd)

Go ahead. I'm dying to see if I

remembered your size..

Nyah picks it up.

NYAH:

No changing room?

Ambrose sits on a chair by the window and waits. Her blouse,

belt, skirt, fall on the bed. As her slender arm reaches down to

pick up the Armani:

AMBROSE:

grips her wrist, the flimsy Armani dangling in the air.

CLOSE - NYAH

meeting Ambrose's look.

NYAH:

You're not interested in seeing how it

looks.

AMBROSE:

Oh, I am. Later..

The Armani falls in a fragile heap on the floor.

CLOSE - ETHAN (DUSK)

standing off to one side, listening to Nekhorvich's voice.

NEKHORVICH:

..therefore in a search for our hero,

Bellerophon, we created a monster,

Chimera.

LUTHER:

Why's Nekhorvich going on about an old Greek myth?

ETHAN:

Nekhorvich specialized in recombining DNA

molecules. In the myth, Bellerophon killed

Chimera, a recombinant monster with the head

of a lion and the tail of a serpent who

plagued the ancient world. I think Nekhorvich

has created a monster virus in Chimera and

apparently the means to kill it in

Bellerophon.

LUTHER:

That simple, huh?

ETHAN:

Why not?

CLOSE - NYAH (INT. AMBROSE BEDROOM - DUSK)

lying back on a pillow, looking and off into space to right

off camera. She hears Ambrose's voice, with Ethan's voice

AMBROSE'S VOICE/ETHAN'S VOICE

Damn, you're beautiful..

Nyah reacts as if she'd been rapped on the nose, her eyes

moist. She turns abruptly to camera.

NYAH:

Did you say something?

AMBROSE:

leaning on an elbow, looking down.

AMBROSE:

I said you're beautiful, Nyah.

NYAH:

Only because..it's spring..chalk it up

(looking him dead in the eye)

- to spring fever.

Ambrose, amused, lights a cigarette and inhaling:

AMBROSE:

Won't do, love. It's not spring. It's

nearly autumn..You're in Oz. everything's

upside down and backwards here.

NYAH:

(more direct)

Maybe that's it, then. Everything's upside

down and backwards...

CLOSE - ETHAN (SHEEP FARM SAFEHOUSE - DUSK)

ETHAN:

Luther..get us everything you can on the

outbreak of influenza on Bruny Island last

month, including photos of the victims.

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