Mission: Impossible II Page #5

ETHAN:

Working under adverse conditions. Highly

adverse conditions.

NYAH:

Sounds smashing. I'm in. Muchacho, mi

carro, por favor! Now be serious. You

couldn't possibly want me off tonight's

performance..

ETHAN:

You didn't do that badly.

Her car arrives.

NYAH:

(as she moves to her car)

You're apologizing for me? Quite the

gentleman..

ETHAN:

(opening the car door)

Not really. I triggered the alarm..

One foot on the floorboard she freezes, back to Ethan.

ETHAN:

Hey, the Bulgari job last week was

flawless. And I've always been partial to

pale yellows.

She slides behind the wheel.

NYAH:

(as he leads on the car)

I don't do laundry, or put up with

cheeky bastards who set me up on their

territory so they can poach on mine.

She takes off, spewing bits of gravel and dust in her wake.

Ethan smiles and shakes his head.

ON THE ROAD - NYAH (MOVING)

around curves, hair flying, she's free. Her car phone rings.

Perplexed, she lets it ring once or twice picks it up:

NYAH:

(tentatively)

Hola..

ETHAN:

Hi. Would you mind slowing down?

NYAH:

Where did you get this number? I don't

even have it!

ETHAN' VOICE

Would you like it?

She hits the End button and disconnects. The phone immediately

rings again. She refuses to pick up. Ethan pulls alongside hers.

She looks at him. They speak through the open cars.

ETHAN:

Pull over and listen to me, will you?

Just listen..

NYAH:

Listen to what?

ETHAN:

I need your help and I thin you can use

mine.

NYAH:

Your help? What are you talking about?

ETHAN:

Scotland Yard, Interpol, every Dutch

authority. I can make them go away.

NYAH:

Oh bloody hell. You're a spy.

She floors it and shoots ahead of Ethan, nicking his car as she takes off.

ETHAN:

(to himself)

I deserved that.

SERIES OF DRIVING SHOTS - NYAH AND ETHAN

Ethan rings her again. And keeps ringing. Her face becomes

grim, her flight progressively more desperate and with Ethan's

pursuit progressively more determined. They are reaching the

limits of adhesion around blind curves.

MORE SHOTS DRIVING (DAWN)

The sky's battleship gray; Ethan pursues Nyah around hairpin

turns high above the Costa del Sol; they rip thru patches of

marine fog drifting on the road, obscuring it.

Both are appalled by the other's willingness to escalate risk in

this game of flight and pursuit until Ethan tears thru a fogbank

and sees on his GPS what Nyah can't see thru the fog -

less than four hundred meters ahead is a turn she can't possibly

negotiate and if she can't she'll plunge off the road hundreds of

feet to rock and sea below. Ringing her number again:

ETHAN:

(half to himself)

Slow down, slow down.

She turns up a mound and loses control. She spins out and heads

toward the edge of the cliff.

NYAH:

(realizing she's in trouble)

Uh-oh.

Ethan cuts her off and sends them both into a 540 degree spin.

Her car stops just at the cliff's edge.

Furious she wrenches open the car door and gets out.

ETHAN:

No!

Suddenly there's no Nyah. Ethan leaps over to Nyah's car and

sees Nyah dangling over the ocean and rocks hundreds of feet

below, holding the door handle.

NYAH:

Oh..oh..

Taking a firm grip on her wrist.

ETHAN:

Don't look down. Just..look at me.

That's it..that's it..

He pulls Nyah up to the car, across the seat and half into

his arms. For a long moment it looks like she's in shock. Then:

NYAH:

What's you name?

ETHAN:

Ethan Hunt.

NYAH:

Well, Ethan Hunt, what is it you want to

talk to me about?

Thru the veil of morning fog, Nyah looks at Ethan. Her dark eyes

suggest wit, and willingness, and longing.

ETHAN:

...more than I thought..

They scarcely to move to bring their lips together:

NYAH:

Awfully short notice..

ETHAN:

Care to wait a decent interval?

NYAH:

Who wants to be decent?..

DISSOLVE:

CLOSE - ETHAN (INT-EXT. SAFEHOUSE - SEVILLE - DAY-EVE)

sleeping. His eyes open slowly. He comes to full consciousness,

his head still on the pillow. Something approaching serious

anxiety informs his features. He lifts his head and looks at his

left, angle widening. Nyah lies on her side facing him,

sleeping serenely. Anxiety on the order of oh-God-this-isn't-

approved-recruiting-technique, confirmed. He lets his head flop

back on the pillow. Then he turns so he and Nyah are profile to-

profile. As he looks at her sleeping his anxiety fades, replaced

by curiosity and even wonder. He lifts his hand and just

brushes her cheek. Her eyes open. She knows where she is.

ETHAN:

So what've you got against spooks?

Nyah smiles.

NYAH:

When they've got your recruiting

technique? Not a thing.

ETHAN:

Oh. Well..this isn't exactly by the book.

NYAH:

They've got a book for this?

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