Mission: Impossible II Page #17

NEKHORVICH:

(amused)

'If?' My, my, my...the five hundred

people on Bruny Island that you

deliberately infected with Chimera needed

it as well.

MCCLOY:

Oh, please! How was I to know they had to

be treated with Bellerophon within twenty

hours?

NEKHORVICH:

By asking me.

MCCLOY:

You still don't get it, do you? You want

to make an omelet, you break a few eggs -

I needed to know just how bad the disease

was - in the real world, not the lab. And

you never know til you try. You thought

you were genetically splicing together

strains of influenza to create a

cure for all influenzas. But I saw you

creating a disease so terrible in Chimera

that the cure would be priceless.

NEKHORVICH:

You wanted the disease in order to peddle

the cure.

MCCLOY:

Well, the thought had occurred to me. I needed

Chimera in order to peddle Bellerophon. For

hero to be appreciated, you need a monster.

Now that's not so difficult to understand, is

it? Look, time was a shot of penicillin could

knock off every bloody bug in the zoo! Not

anymore!..have you any idea the R&D money it

takes to float one little pissy boutique

antibiotic that's barely effective against one

strain of one bacterium? If I couldn't makes

money killing the microscopic little shits that

are out there, you'd help me put one out there

I can make on!..there it is. I've

confessed. I, John C. McCloy, am in business

to make money. Lilly's making billions feeding

Prozac to depressed dogs. Pfizer doesn't even

know where to put the money they're making on

Viagra, and let me tell you that sh*t didn't do

a thing for me even at twice the recommended

dose, Jesus, who do I have to screw to get a

a break!..now get me out of here, get me treated

and let's go back to work!..

NEKHORVICH:

You know, I think it's a little late for

that. Do give my regards to Gradski if

you see him.

INT - HALLWAY (OUTSIDE MCCLOY'S ROOM)

Nekhorvich heaves a sigh and rips off a latex mask, and the vocal

oscillator, revealing an exhausted Ethan. Angle widens to

include Luther and Billy in hospital greens.

Luther and Billy nod in disgusted assent.

EXT - ANNEX (NIGHT) NYAH

holds tight in her embrace with Ethan.

NYAH:

Ethan, you know what frightens me most

when I'm with him?..the thought of never

seeing you..how are we getting out of here?

ETHAN:

Nyah, it's very important not do

anything to alarm Ambrose..

NYAH:

What? You told me to get out of here. I

thought you were here to collect me. I

was so relieved.

ETHAN:

(with growing urgency)

No time to explain. You've done well,

and we're so close. So close. It's

critical that you do whatever Ambrose

asks. Don't worry - it'll be over soon..

That's a promise.. Come on, now off you

go!

He gives her an affectionate smile and she reluctantly heads back

to the house, her expression troubled, even suspicious.

INT - HALLWAY (OUTSIDE MCCLOY'S ROOM)

Having just taken off the mask, Ethan stands with Luther and Billy.

LUTHER:

(disgusted by what he's heard)

So Ambrose has Bellerophon and McCloy's

got Chimera.

BILLY:

There guys are walking around with

different halves of the same dollar bill?

ETHAN:

Ambrose got Bellerophon from Nekhorvich

on the plane, but he didn't get the Chimera

virus.

LUTHER:

Yeah. Why else would he come back to

Australia? If he had them both, he could

sell them anywhere.

ETHAN:

I kill Chimera at Biocyte and he's sitting

on a cure without a disease.

LUTHER:

You've got the voice print, I'll get us in..

EXT - AMBROSE HOUSE (NIGHT)

Ethan enters and tears off his mask, revealing Ambrose filled

with implacable rage. He looks up to see Stamp who's been

obviously waiting for him. Tearing the voice oscillator.

Leaning with both hands on a counter-surveillance monitor table

he stares at the floor, his face rictus of hateful intensity.

STAMP:

You were right. Hunt stung McCloy

tonight. He knows. They'll be going into

Biocyte...

Ambrose looks up slowly to Stamp who's been standing by.

AMBROSE:

Good..then we go where he'll be, don't

we? Well done, Hugh. Well done.

CHAUFFEUR'S WINDOW (INT. LIMO - EVE)

being rapped on by the driver.

MCCLOY:

wakes with a start. The window's lowered -- Billy's in livery.

BILLY:

You're home, guv'ner. Home..

It's taking time to register. Then:

MCCLOY:

- where's George. My regular driver.

Where is he?

BILLY:

Took ill, guv'. Touch of the flu. They

say it's going around. Nasty business.

Mind you don't catch a chill now.

Still dazed, McCloy manages to nod and exit the limo. Billy

drives off.

CLOSE - COMPUTER SCREEN - BIOCYTE BUILDING BLUEPRINTS

(INT. SHEEP FARM SAFEHOUSE)

including all specifications.

ETHAN:

Luther, do you have the building up and

running?

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