Mission: Impossible II Page #4

Nyah catches a reflection behind Ethan's in the bathroom mirror.

She reaches up and grabs Ethan by the lapel, yanking him into the

tub, pulling him down on top of her. Once again they're nose to

nose.

ETHAN:

I take it you prefer tenors.

She glances up at the mirror. In it is the reflection of SENOR

AUGUSTO DE L'ARENA, a big amiable Castilian in his fifties who's

changing a white dinner jacket that's had wine split on it. He

breaks into a heavily accented version of 'Now or Never', and

disappears from the dressing room mirror.

NYAH:

Would you mind if I'm on top?

ETHAN:

Oh, either way works for me.

With a jaundiced look she rolls over on top of Ethan and begins

working on one of the safe compartments, using a tiny torque

wrench from a tube of lipstick and a carbide pick from a mascara

brush. She glances down and is rather disconcerted. Continues

working with the pick and wrench.

ETHAN'S VOICE

You're never gonna find it there.

NYAH:

(she jumps, dropping the torque wrench)

Damn it! Find what?

ETHAN:

His ex-wife's Bulgari necklace that goes

up for auction Tuesday.

Looking down to Ethan, a touch of indignation:

LOOKING UP:

more or less, hands locked behind his neck as he rests against

the raked back of the tub, his eyes and nose inches from Nyah's

lower pelvic region as she straddles him. Not exactly in the mood

to move:

She stiffens - he knows too damn much.

NYAH:

- right..where is it?

ETHAN:

Far right.

She immediately switches her efforts from top left to the

bottom right compartment. She's utterly nonplussed:

NYAH:

Where's the bloody -

ETHAN:

(plucking it off his chest,

offering it up like a mechanic

under the chassis)

- torque wrench.

NYAH:

- this is very disconerting..

ETHAN:

Hey, you put me here. I just do what I'm

told.

NYAH:

- right..

She unstraddles him and, with a few deft moves with the torque

wrench and carbide pick - and it's open. She withdraws a velvet

pouch and opens the pouch. Out spills the spectacular necklace.

NYAH (cont'd)

Lovely.

(starting to close the safe)

Who are you and what's it going to cost me?

ETHAN:

(having sat up)

I wouldn't do that.

NYAH:

Do what?

The alarm goes off.

ETHAN:

That.

The bathroom is suddenly filled with security guards, gun drawn

Senor de l'Arena, looking highly upset, pops in.

SENOR DE L'ARENA

Oh, Senor Keyes, thank God it is you!

(in Spanish to security guards,

annoyed)

It's Senor Keyes, the security engineer.

ETHAN:

Well, Senor de l'Arena the goods news is

that the heat sensors were activated. But

Miss Nordoff-Hall, my associate -

Senor de l'Arena kisses Nyah's hand.

SENOR DE L'ARENA

Mucho gusto, senorita.

ETHAN:

- did feel that she had rather too long to

work on the safe before they triggered the

alarm, isn't that right Miss Hall?

NYAH:

Oh yes. Absolutely. Much too long I

should yes.

Nyah's initial shock and panic slowly gives way to a wary,

intensified curiosity - about Ethan.

ETHAN:

Under the circumstances I think we would

recommend re-setting the senors to

respond to a lighter load. How do you

feel about forty kilos, Miss Hall?

NYAH:

Indeed.

ETHAN:

Well, Senor de l'Arena, there's no reason

to disrupt your party any longer. we have

some further concerns about the disposition

of your security guards, which you'll

receive in our written report by fax in the

morning, hard copy to follow. Shall we?

He offers Nyah his arm. They start out. Ethan immediately stops.

ETHAN (cont'd)

Miss Hall. Haven't you forgotten

something?

Nyah looking genuinely puzzled.

NYAH:

The necklace?

Nyah slowly reaches into her dress and withdraws the glittering

string of diamonds and rubies from her bust.

SENOR DE L'ARENA

(a great kidder)

What are you trying to do, senorita? Rob

me.

They all laugh, and Ethan's got her out the door.

EXT - ANDALUSIAN VILLA (LATE NIGHT - PRE DAWN)

The stars dimming, the sky a gun metal blue. Ethan and Nyah

emerge from the villa, walking slowly. Nyah's clearly

preoccupied.

NYAH:

I'm missing something here, aside from a

500,000 pound necklace. Even after I

botched the job, I could've walked out of

there with the bloody thing.

ETHAN:

At least you walked.

NYAH:

If you weren't going to let me get away

with it, why did you let me go thru with

it?

ETHAN:

Wanted to see how good you were.

I'm hoping we might work together.

NYAH:

May I say something, no offence? You

look like a gigolo, you sound like a

thief, you act like a cop - what the

bloody hell do you have in mind?

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