Mission: Impossible II Page #21

MIRROR REFLECTION - CHROME BUMPER (EXT. CONSTRUCTION VAN)

reflected in it is the face of a digital clock, its red LED

illuminating the clock's numbers fourteen - thirteen - twelve -

WITH LUTHER:

LUTHER:

(realizing what he's in for)

Oh - oh - oh -

Even as he moans he's frantically ripping out the computer and

cords dangling, hotfoots toward the van exit.

INT - HOT ZONE - GLASS OBSERVATION ROOM

Ethan fires the second injection gun. Picks up the third and

last. He pauses as he's about to fire it, staring intently

suddenly the gun is held by:

NEKHORVICH:

who turns the barrel from the hyper-thermal chamber and releases

into his wrist.

BACK TO ETHAN - GLASS OBSERVATION ROOM

whose vision of of Nekhorvich fades. Still thinking of Nekhorvich he

continues to stare at the gun for another moment and before he can fire:

INT - SHEEP FARM IMF SAFEHOUSE

The bomb's LED readout shows 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. As it reaches 0

a small light on the bomb suddenly stops its incessant blinking.

EXT - VAN

explodes. Saw horses and dirt fly.

INT - GLASS OBSERVATION ROOM - ETHAN

looks up just in time to see Ambrose and team arrive at the far

end of the lab. They immediately open fire, shattering the

room's walls and the glass injection gun chamber. As the

injection gun begins falling to the lab floor below, one of

Ambrose's team runs to grab it, but before he can reach it he is

shot by Ethan, who's falling to the floor below.

AMBROSE:

(to Ulrich)

Get it.

As Ethan hits and dives for cover, Ulrich goes for the gun

Ethan shoots Ulrich in the leg. Ulrich hops back in pain.

AMBROSE:

Those were two explosions, your van and

your safehouse, in case you didn't hear

them both -- I believe that means you've

also lost a friend.

Ethan's crouching on the ground protected behind a series of

vertical metal sheets.

ETHAN:

And you couldn't walk to tell me about it.

Ethan moves to pick up the injection gun which lies in the

shattered glass on the floor. Ambrose, Wallis, and a couple of

other Ambrose team members fire, kicking up broken glass. Ethan

backs off.

AMBROSE:

(yelling)

Hold your fire, dammit!

The two spot one another in a mirror on the far wall of the hot

zone..

AMBROSE (cont'd)

Well, Hunt. How've you been?

ETHAN:

(smiling)

Fight a bit of a cold..

AMBROSE:

And you're happy about that?

ETHAN:

Beats fighting the flu, I'm here to tell

you.

AMBROSE:

You know, that was the hardest part of

having to portray you. Grinning like an

idiot every fifteen minutes.

ETHAN:

I would've thought the hardest part was

exercising restraint. Curbing that

pressing need of your to get your gun

off. You were in such a hurry to knock

off that 747, you never figured out where

the virus really was.

AMBROSE:

I knew where it was.

ETHAN:

Oh. then you knew the only way

could smuggle the live virus to the CDC

scientists in Atlanta was by injecting

himself and using his own bloodstream as a

Petri dish, doing it inside of twenty

hours so he could take the anti-virus and

still have it be effective. You knew that

while you were knocking him off and

destroying the very thing you came for.

Ethan has been using this exchange to ease a fresh seventeen

round clip into his weapon and he punctuates this last with a

spray of gunfire, attempting to cover his own effort to the reach

the injection gun. The return fire nearly hits the injection

gun, kicking up glass and dust and making it move around on the

floor.

AMBROSE:

Stop! Put a sock in it! Hit that bloody

gun and you'll spray the bloody virus all

over the place!

Everybody's regained cover but the injection gun remains out of

everybody's reach.

ETHAN:

There it is, guys, the last of it.

AMBROSE:

Yep. You've provided us with a golden

opportunity to have both the bug and the

bug killer.

ETHAN:

What was the top bid?

AMBROSE:

Why, you going to make me a better offer?

ETHAN:

Than thirty-seven million pounds? Not

really.

AMBROSE:

(not amused)

Somebody's been slipping you our mail.

Come on out here, you bad girl.

Nyah walks out into view on her own. Ethan sees her reflection in

the mirror. Enraged, but trying to control it.

ETHAN:

She doesn't belong here, Sean. Let her go.

AMBROSE:

She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for

you, Hunt. from this moment you're

responsible for what happens to her, and

if you're looking out for her well-being,

I suggest you advise her to pick up the

gun and bring it to me. Ball's in your

court, Hunt. What've you got to say?

Nyah's waiting for your answer.

A pregnant pause.

LUTHER'S VOICE

(breaking through the static)

Ethan, Nyah's in the building! Do you

copy?

WITH LUTHER (EXT. BIOCYTE)

a mess amid the rubble of the construction van.

ETHAN:

ETHAN:

(dryly)

Thank you.

ETHAN (cont'd)

Sure he won't shoot you the minute he's

got it?

AMBROSE:

Oh, Hunt, please! One can't hold Nyah

responsible for her actions..

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