Mission: Impossible II Page #22

ETHAN:

In other words, you're calling her a

flake.

CLOSE - NYAH

listening.

AMBROSE:

You know women, mate. Like monkeys, they

are. Won't let go of one branch til

they've got a grip on the next...get it,

Nyah. I'll cover you.

Ambrose c*cks his weapon.

AMBROSE (cont'd)

I'm waiting.

NYAH:

(not much more than body

length from Ethan)

This isn't exactly working out the way you

thought it would, Ethan. Sorry.

Finger on the injection trigger, she rises and turns the barrel

on her arm, firing. The sound of the air pressure pushing the

virus into her is unmistakable, as is the circle of tiny puncture

wounds on her skin. Nyah moves in front of Ethan, covering him,

as she turns to face Ambrose.

ETHAN:

shocked by Nyah's gesture but as she addresses Ambrose he

resets the 'Countdown' on his chronometer to twenty hours. As

it drops into the nineteen:

AMBROSE:

(frustrated in the extreme)

You..b*tch!

She's been laughing away with Ethan:

NYAH:

You're not going to shoot, Sean. Not

this b*tch. She's worth thirty-seven

million pounds.

CLOSE - ETHAN'S HANDS

fingers press a red button on a tiny detonator. There's a bright

heat flash from the hot zone and an explosion of gas and water --

the plastique killing any airborne virus.

Ethan uses the diversion to grab Nyah and run with her to the far

side of the lab, behind a stock of horizontal cylinders.

INT - LAB

Ambrose and team recover from the explosion and begin firing on

the tanks protecting Ethan and Nyah, surrounding the two with

fire and jets of released steam.

INT - LAB - ETHAN AND NYAH

behind the stack of tanks. Ethan launches an explosive down a

short hallway, blowing a hole in the building's exterior wall.

INT - ENTRANCES TO THE LAB

A group of Biocyte security guards enter from behind Ambrose and

team and catch them off-guard. All hell breaks loose.

INT - LAB - ETHAN AND NYAH

ETHAN:

(outraged)

What did you think you were doing!

NYAH:

I wasn't thinking! Just..trying to keep

you from getting hurt, that's all.

This hits Ethan with the force of a blow.

ETHAN:

- you who don't have a conscience.

NYAH:

(something of surprise to

her)

I guess I lied..You can't get both of us

out of here, can you?

ETHAN:

No.

NYAH:

Then you'll have to kill me before it's

too late. Before I start killing people.

ETHAN:

No.

NYAH:

I'm infected with Chimera. You know you

don't have a choice. Just do it now.

She puts Ethan's gun to her forehead.

NYAH (cont'd)

For god's sake, get it over with.

THE HAMMER:

pulls back.

CLOSE - ETHAN

He can't fire, lower the hammer.

ETHAN:

We've got 19 hours and 57 minutes before

you start killing anybody. I'll get

Bellerophon into your system by then.

Just stay alive. I'm not gonna lose you.

Ethan runs from the cover of the tanks toward the exploded wall

once in the open, he exchanges direct gunfire with Ambrose's

team, wounding a couple men. He reaches the wall and dives thru,

camera with him as he drops 25 stories, the sound of gunfire in

the air all around him.

Less than a hundred feet from the ground a small dark chute

deploys and Ethan is lost from view beneath it.

PANNING SHOT - PAINTINGS (INT. CULTURAL ARTIFACT CENTER)

of Aborigine paintings, eerie patterns made of man and nature

phantasmagorical, like the patterns that form under the eyelids

shortly before sleep. B.G. the haunting notes of didgeridoo

insure they're not being overheard.

SWANBECK:

(reading the paintings titles)

'Dreaming of Birds and Flying Fox,'

'Bushfire Dreaming,' 'Wind Dreaming,' --

oddly appropriate -

Swanbeck breaks off and turns to a somewhat battered and battle

weary Ethan:

SWANBECK (cont'd)

- since it appears that Chimera, the

mother of all nightmares is on the loose

somewhere around here - is there any way

this disaster can be viewed as a qualified

one?

ETHAN:

(tight-lipped)

Not yet. We did manage to pull any

sensitive equipment and material out of

our safehouse wreckage.

SWANBECK:

We could lock down passport control and

all ports of authority, but that won't

stop Ambrose, and beyond him, we don't

know who else we're looking for -- all

terrorist bank accounts of which we're

aware are stable. No deposits, no

withdrawals. Therefore no suspects.

ETHAN:

We think we've got our finger on the

buyer.

SWANBECK:

Do you? Even assuming you're able to

prevent Ambrose selling Chimera, you've

now got an additional problem. You

destroyed all of Chimera at Biocyte. If

Ambrose is going to sell Chimera now,

he'll have to do it by taking a pint or so

of Miss Hall's blood to market.

ETHAN:

Yes, I believe that's right.

SWANBECK:

But that leaves another seven or eight

pints of Chimera.

ETHAN:

You mean that leaves Miss Hall.

SWANBECK:

Yes, I believe that's right. Now my

understanding is that 20 hours after

exposure, the victim becomes infectious.

Highly infectious.

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