Mission: Impossible II Page #16

AMBROSE (cont'd)

(calmly)

We've got an opportunity here. I'm not

going to miss it..

CAMERA CARD PHOTOS (INT. SHEEP FARM - ETHAN & CREW)

a microscopic view of myriads of ugly green spiky objects amid

exploding red ones..

ETHAN:

Chimera attacking human blood..

One more shot. A lavender stained group of spiky objects amid

exploding the green ones.

ETHAN (cont'd)

Bellerophon attacking Chimera..

On an adjacent screen is a frozen frame of McCloy looking thru

the digital camera at the racetrack.

BILLY:

Ambrose obviously got these from

Nekhorvich on the plane.

LUTHER:

What manic invents disease like that in

the first place? Why would he do it?

ETHAN:

I don't know, but Nekhorvich was not a

manic. Get me a twenty on Nyah.

LUTHER:

She must still be on the property.

ETHAN:

I told her to get outta there.

EXT - LIMO (EVE)

McCloy gets in the rear of the limo and lights up a cigar. The

limo takes off. another car pulls out and tags along behind the

limo.

INT - OTHER CAR (MOVING)

Michael at the wheel.

INT - LIMO - MOVING (EVE)

McCloy doesn't like the taste of the cigar, goes to toss it out

but the electronic window button doesn't work. He notices the

evening paper partially open on the seat. His name leaps out. He

opens the paper

THE HEADLINES:

announce that John C. McCloy, CEO of Biocyte, Inc., one of the

world's leading pharmaceutical companies, has died of a straight

and terrible strain of influenza

Shocked, McCloy drops the paper, calling out:

MCCLOY:

George. George. George.

The drover doesn't turn around. McCloy can't believe it. He

bangs on chauffeur window. The driver turns on the air

conditioning in the rear of the limo. McCloy clutches his throat

and passes out.

MCCLOY (INT. ICU UNIT - NIGHT)

regains consciousness. He's got tubes coming out of every

orifice and is contained in the equivalent of a plastic bubble.

Drenched in perspiration and he looks around for a call button.

He grips the side of the bed.

MCCLOY:

Bloody room..just..shut your eyes, shut

your eyes.

He can't resist. Opens them to look up thru the plastic to see:

NEKHORVICH:

a shimmering blur coming in and out of focus.

MCCLOY (cont'd)

I'll be buggered!..What's this then?

NEKHORVICH:

A visit from an old friend.

MCCLOY:

What's happening here? You're dead!

NEKHORVICH:

Fatigued, certainly. But dead is a little

extreme. On the other hand, when me dear

Gradski had your pulse and blood pressure

he has less than ten hours to live.

MCCLOY:

(confused)

It was in the bloody papers, on the

telly..what's this about Gradski?

NEKHORVICH:

You are infected with Chimera, my friend.

INT - AMBROSE BEDROOM (NIGHT) NYAH

is on the phone.

NYAH:

International, please. I'd like to make a

reservation on the next available flight tonight.

OPERATOR:

Where to?

NYAH:

Where is next available flight going?

The operator answers.

NYAH:

Fine. I'll take it.

She hangs up, goes to the door. The house is eerily silent.

POV - STAIRWELL (NIGHT)

a play of shadows, the sound of the kitchen fridge.

CLOSE - NYAH

Moves softly downstairs & hesitates at bottom, glancing about.

NYAH:

Ulrich?..Ulrich!...

Silence. she goes into the kitchen. No one. She goes out the door.

OVER NYAH'S SHOULDER - MOVING (EXT. SYDNEY - NIGHT)

running pell-mell down to the shore. Stops. Looks outside the

small skiff moored at the end of the dock. It's dark and she

decides to chance it. She moves onto the pier, trying to glide

by the boathouse. A figure darts out and grabs her. She tries to

scream but can't. The figure whips her around and she sees:

ETHAN:

Easy, easy, easy, shhh!

NYAH:

Oh Ethan!..

She throws her arms around him.

ETHAN:

Are you okay?

NYAH:

I am now. Get me out of here. Just get

me out of here.

ETHAN:

It's going to be okay.

He holds her.

INT - HOSPITAL ROOM

McCloy's strapped down, but manages to reach the call button and

push it. Again and again.

NEKHORVICH:

No use, my friend. The medical staff

wants no part of this. Doctors don't

fancy the idea of dying any more than

anybody else.

McCloy stares at Nekhorvich for a long moment.

MCCLOY:

How could I possibly be infected?

Nekhorvich shrugs.

NEKHORVICH:

That's exactly what Gradski said - 27

hours before he died. With Chimera, the

most minute exposure can be fatal.

McCloy again looks at his vital sign on the monitor. He grips

the edge of the hospital bed.

NEKHORVICH:

But then you shouldn't be feeling to ill.

not for another three of four hours

anyway.

McCloy breaks a fresh sweat in a sudden spasm of anxiety.

MCCLOY:

You have Bellerophon.

NEKHORVICH:

(mildly)

Do I?

MCCLOY:

You took it! All of it! And what if I need

it?

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