Mission: Impossible II Page #3

SWANBECK'S VOICE (cont'd)

Her dossier's available on I-COM 3. You

have 48 hours to recruit Ms. Nordoff-Hall

and meet me in Seville to receive further

details. Should you or any member of your

IM force be caught or killed, the

Secretary will disavow all knowledge of

your actions.

Swanbeck's face reappears on screen:

SWANBECK'S VOICE (cont'd)

And Mr. Hunt - the next time you go on

vacation, please be good enough to let us

know where you're going. This message will

self-destruct in five seconds.

Ethan removes the glasses, then tosses them into space.

ETHAN:

If I let you know where I'm going -

The glasses explode in a puff of smoke.

ETHAN (cont'd)

- won't be on holiday.

Ethan, with a fair amount of disgust, gets to his feet and jumps

off the mountain, in, what for a moment looks like a suicidal

snit. Then, somewhere hundreds of feet below camera, there's a

little puff of color as the tulip-shaped chute pops out of his

back-pack. Begin the sound of a castanets and the animal-like cries

of flamenco dancers.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT - ANDALUSIAN VILLA (EVE)

Bustling in the activity of a large private party, with arriving

guests and attentive valets, as a young woman, her face unseen,

exits her car and enters the villa.

A FLASH OF SKIRT AND LACE (INT-EXT. VILLA - FLAMENCO DANCERS - EVE)

where to the cries of dancers add graceful feminine hands

wielding the castanets. The dancers perform on a raised platform

and NYAH NORDOFF-HALL'S face can be glimpsed thru the swirling

skirts and pounding heels, looking thru, not at them.

REVERSE ANGLE - ETHAN

looking back in a similar way to Nyah; surreal lighting and the

relentless chorus of pounding heels seem to isolate them in the

crowed party. Nyah continues to look at Ethan over the shoulder

over her wanna-be escort, a very attentive gentleman. Nyah

offers up her empty glass, and the gentleman eagerly takes it to

the bar for a refill, leaving Nyah and Ethan looking at one

another. Ethan approaches her.

ETHAN:

Do you know me?

NYAH:

No. Should I?

ETHAN:

No. You just looked as if you did.

NYAH:

No. Just as if I'd like to.

ETHAN:

Oh. Well. I think that can be arranged.

NYAH:

Not tonight. Bad timing. Sorry -

ETHAN:

There's not enough time in the world for

any of it to be bad.

This stops her. Nyah moves closer to him, until they're nose

to nose. Whispered but breezy:

NYAH:

Look, it's either you or the rent and I

don't mind telling you it's not an easy

choice.

ETHAN:

What if I pay the rent?

NYAH:

Uh-huh.

ETHAN:

Uh-huh?

Glancing at the gentleman making his way back with her drink

then:

NYAH:

Go find the wealthy lady you came with and

next time we meet - I'll pay your rent.

(kissing him, sweetly)

Now bugger off.

And purposeful creature that she is, she takes her frustrated

desire upstairs, timing her footsteps so as to use the sound of

the dancer's steps to cover her own. Once upstairs, a security

guard near the master bedroom can be seen eagerly following her

down the hall, both moving past a pair of windows, visible to

Ethan. In a few moments, Nyah can be seen past the

windows in the opposite direction, without the guard following.

In another moment or two, a very puzzled looking security guard

can be glimpsed in the first window, looking up and down the

hall, clearly having lost sight of Nyah. Ethan smiles, moves out

of shot.

INT - MASTER BEDROOM (EVE)

Nyah has opened the door and moves swiftly thru the bedroom.

INT - BATH (EVE)

A decadent looking affair with suggestive lighting, mirrored

walls. The tub has a tray across it which includes a wine cooler

chilling a bottle of Crystal and a mound of caviar on a bed of

ice. Nyah can't resist. She spoons a dollop of the caviar and

downs it before she moves along the frescoed walls of the tub to

its back. There, she pulls out her compact and removes the puff,

revealing an electronic density meter. She turns it on and holds

it at the rear of the tub. Its sweep gauge jumps sharply from

green thru yellow and into red.

NYAH:

(her fondest hopes confirmed)

Mmmm.

She now steps into the tub and focuses on the grout between the

tiles just above the sop dish. Her knee eyes search for any

cracks in the grout and she spots one. Using a tweezers she

pulls the silver of the grout out from between the tiles, revealing

something that looks like a credit card wedged between the tiles.

She slips the card into a narrow opening under the sop dish.

There's the sound of hydraulics and two arms move the marble

casing out from the rear of the tub. Nyah breathes a sigh of

relief and anticipation: kneeling in the tub she finds herself

looking down at an open safe, revealing some half-dozen locked

compartments. As she studies them:

ETHAN:

Decisions, decisions.

Nyah looks up to see Ethan's reflection in the bathroom

mirrors, looking down at her kneeling in the tub.

NYAH:

What are you doing here?

ETHAN:

Think you're the only one who can pick a

lock?

NYAH:

(not altogether pleased)

I see. You're not just another pretty face..

Before Ethan can answer, a voice can be heard coming from the

bedroom warbling Granada in Spanish, and with considerable gusto.

NYAH (cont'd)

Oh god. A bloody baritone.

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