Mission: Impossible II Page #6

ETHAN:

They've got a book for everything.

NYAH:

The only other spook I knew was a liar.

Charming but absolutely incapable of

telling the truth. He'd lie about his

favorite color. But then I reckon it's an

occupational hazard. All spies really do

is conceal the truth and tell lies.

ETHAN:

Not revealing information doesn't

necessarily make someone a liar.

NYAH:

That's not the point. In the end what

spies rely on is the one thing they think

they know that you don't.

ETHAN:

Which is?

NYAH:

That they're lying.

Ethan laughs.

NYAH (cont'd)

..once they know that they can

get very very..crosee..

Nyah shoulder and moves into Ethan.

ETHAN:

So where did I got right?

NYAH:

You're not a liar. Or you're an awfully

good one..

(then)

..this thing these blokes pinched..

ETHAN:

I don't know that they 'pinched' it.

Don't even know that they're blokes.

Nyah stops to think about this.

NYAH:

Well, then, what I am I doing here? I assume

I'm meant to be some sort of thief-to

catch-a-thief..

ETHAN:

So do I. Sort of.

Nyah looks at Ethan, a little worried.

NYAH:

Spoken like a spook..you ever afraid?

ETHAN:

Of what?

Nyah laughs.

NYAH:

Ask a question, you get an answer!..

ETHAN:

Damn, you're beautiful.

NYAH:

That's because I'm on my back.

Quick as a cat Ethan flips Nyah over so she's looking down

at him.

ETHAN:

I don't think so.

She sinks into his arms.

EXT-INT - STREET - SEVILLE (VALENCIA FESTIVAL) (EVE)

Ethan's step is unusually jaunty as he bounces along, making his

way thru the festive and jostling crowds preparing for the Crema

portion of the Fallas de Valencia. On this night great papier

mache effigies, some serious, some comic, are placed all thru the

city and torched in great bonfires. Outside the bar Ethan's

looking for there's a street vendor, hawking Fallas mementos and

flowers. He starts past the vendor, and it hits him - he's going

to buy some flowers.

He chooses a colorful spring bouquet so fresh the dew can be

seen on the petals. Ethan pays the vendor, starts into the bar,

and thinks better of walking into Swanbeck with the bouquet.

Turns back to the vendor.

ETHAN:

Are you gonna be here a while?

VENDOR:

Si, senor.

ETHAN:

I'll pick'em up on my way out, okay?

Ethan enter the bar and goes upstairs to the second floor where

he passes security at a pair of double doors.

INT - IMF BRIEFING ROOM

Swanbeck stands looking out the window. Noisy crowds from the

festival provides a constant walla, and during the sequence, the

first effigies are lit, and smoke and flame provide a vivid

background thru briefing room's window.

SWANBECK:

Fetival's a pain in the ass. Honoring

saint by setting'em on fire.

(turning to Ethan)

Sit down, sit down.

Ethan sits.

SWANBECK (cont'd)

Let's you know what they think of saints,

doesn't it? Damn near set me on fire on

my way over here. As if I haven't been

burned enough today.

A moment where it's impossible to tell which way the wind is

going to blow between these two. Then civilly:

SWANBECK (cont'd)

Sorry I barged in on your vacation.

ETHAN:

Sorry I didn't let you know where I was.

SWANBECK:

Don't be. Wouldn't be on vacation if you did.

ETHAN:

Well. You're sorry and I'm sorry.

SWANBECK:

Why did you phrase it like that?

ETHAN:

Like what?

SWANBECK:

'You're sorry and I'm sorry.'

ETHAN:

You gotta be kidding.

Swanbeck turns to his computer and begins play on a DVD, and

projected onto a computer screen staring back at Ethan is:

VLADIMIR NEKHORVICH

NEKHORVICH:

(with exaggerate brio)

Well, Dmitri! How are you?..

Nekhorvich pauses as if waiting for reply. Ethan smiles.

ETHAN:

..I'm fine..and you?

NEKHORVICH:

I'm fine..

Ethan laughs.

ETHAN:

I'm fine and you're fine..

With Ethan simultaneously whispering:

NEKHORVICH:

I'm fine too.. I'm fine and you're fine - do

you remember, dear fried, how you got

Sergei and I to repeat those lines from Dr.

Strangelove and we gave you the name of that

silly Soviet Premier because we didn't know

your name?..In those days, you not only

saved our lives, you saved our sanity. 'Now,

then Dmitri - we have this little problem':

Every search for a hero must begin with

something that every hero requires; a

villain. Therefore, in a search for our

hero, Bellerophon, we created a monster

Chimera. I beg you, Dmitri, come to Sydney

and accompany me to Atlanta immediately.

However we travel, I must arrive at me

destination, within 20 hours of departure.

Forgive this fanciful explanation, but for

now prudence dictates that I communicate

nothing but the gravest urgency.

I fear I can entrust this to no one but

you, Dmitri. as we say, 'I'm sorry and

you're sorry'..

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