Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation

Benji?

Benji, do you copy?

Benji?

- Shit. - Where is Ethan?

I can't talk right now.

The package is on the plane.

Yeah, I know.

We're currently formulating a plan B. Although, technically, it's a plan C.

This isn't going very well.

I am aware of that, Brandt. You're not helping.

- Where's Ethan? - I don't know. We're on radio silence.

That plane cannot take off with the package on it.

- Do you understand? - We're working on it.

Luther? What the hell are you doing there?

You're supposed to be on assignment in Malaysia!

I am in Malaysia. I've been here 2 days.

- Benji needed my help. - I didn't need help.

I needed assistance. It's a different thing.

The package is still on the plane.

We understand the package is on the plane.

- We're trying to cripple it remotely. - You can do that?

We can if the pilot left the satellite uplink switched on.

Which he has.

- And how do you access the uplink? - It involves hacking a Russian satellite.

- I can't authorize that. - Which is why I didn't ask permission.

We're under investigation for misconduct.

The package is on board. What do you want me to do?

Luther.

I'm reading a heat bloom, Benji.

- The engines are starting. - Yeah, I'm aware of that.

But I can't do anything until I'm connected to the satellite.

Benji, you're connected.

Okay, great.

The package is still on that plane.

Shut down the fuel pump.

The mechanicals are locked down.

- What about the electrical system? - That might work.

No.

- Hydraulics! - Okay, stand by.

No, they're encrypted.

Benji, the plane!

Yes! The package is on the plane! We get it!

Can you open the door?

Ethan? Where are you?

I'm by the plane. Benji, can you open the door?

Can I open the door? Maybe.

Open the door when I tell you!

I'm on the plane. Open the door.

How did you get in the plane?

Not in the plane. I'm on the plane!

Open the door!

Benji! Open the door!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay!

- Benji, open that door right now! - Yeah, I'm trying!

- Come on, Benji! - Benji, open that door!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Yes, got it!

That's the wrong door!

Benji, not that door. The other door.

The other door, right! Yes, the other door.

Okay, yes! Sorry, my bad, my bad!

Check it out.

All right, look, I'm gonna open the para door! How's that?

We're about to close.

I won't be long.

Are you looking for anything in particular?

Something rare.

Let me guess.

Classical.

- Jazz. - Sax?

- Coltrane. - Piano?

Monk.

Shadow Wilson on bass.

Shadow Wilson played drums.

Know why they call him Shadow?

Because he had a light touch.

You're in luck.

I have a first pressing.

It really is you.

I've heard stories.

They can't all be true.

Good evening, Mr. Hunt.

The weapons you recovered in Belarus were confirmed to be VX nerve gas

capable of devastating a major city.

The bodies of the air crew were found

less than 24 hours after they landed in Damascus.

They were identified as low-level Chechen separatists

with neither the access nor the ability

to acquire the weapons they were transporting.

This would support your suspicion

that a shadow organization is committed to inciting revolution

by enabling acts of terror in nations friendly to Western interests.

IMF suspects this to be the same shadow organization

you have been tracking for the last year,

also known as the Syndicate.

IMF would be right.

Normally, you and your team would be tasked

with infiltrating and disrupting this terrorist network.

But we have taken steps to ensure that this will not happen.

Because we are the Syndicate, Mr. Hunt.

And now we know who you are.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to face your fate.

Pursue us, you will be caught. Resist us, you will be killed.

And your precious Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.

Good luck, Mr. Hunt.

This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds.

Mr. Chairman, the IMF's misadventures date back

to my earliest days at the CIA

when the IMF broke into the CIA to steal a list of covert operatives.

And now, more recently, a Russian warhead?

Disarmed Russian warhead.

- A Russian nuclear warhead... - Rendered safe by the IMF.

...clipped the Transamerica Pyramid

before plunging into the San Francisco Bay.

- Saving the western hemisphere. - This made possible by IMF agents

who did willingly provide the launch codes to a known terrorist.

Do I have that right, Agent Brandt?

I can neither confirm nor deny details

of any such operation without the Secretary's approval.

This was the same week that the IMF infiltrated the Kremlin.

Here is the Kremlin before

and the Kremlin after.

I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation...

Without the Secretary's approval, yes, we know.

In fact, until this panel appoints a new Secretary,

you really can't say much of anything, can you, Agent Brandt?

Well, I didn't write the rules, Mr. Hunley.

Mr. Chairman, the so-called Impossible Mission Force

is not just a rogue organization.

It is an outdated one, a throwback to an era without transparency

- and without oversight. - Mr. Chairman?

- Time has come to dissolve the IMF... - Mr. Chairman?

...and transfer their salvageable assets to the CIA.

Mr. Chairman, the IMF has operated without oversight for 40 years.

- Mr. Chairman? - Are its methods unorthodox? Yes.

Are its results less than perfect? Absolutely.

- But without the IMF... - There will be order and stability!

Without the IMF...

This panel recognizes the IMF's contribution to global security.

But the events laid out by CIA Director Hunley

also show a pattern of wanton brinksmanship

and a total disregard for protocol.

From where I sit, your unorthodox methods

are indistinguishable from chance.

And your results, perfect or not, look suspiciously like luck.

I'm afraid today is the day when the IMF's luck runs out.

What are you doing here?

I said, what are you doing here?

What does he see in you, I wonder?

Who is "he"?

I want to see what he's made of.

Well, why don't you take off the cuffs and I'll show you,

Vinter?

You know who I am.

Janik Vinter.

They call you the Bone Doctor.

The funny thing is,

you were officially declared dead 3 years ago.

Nice shoes, by the way.

Not his.

Yours.

Our instructions were to break him down...

...not kill him.

Some guys break different than others.

This one's a fighter.

He'll die before you turn him.

Are you worried he's going to take your place?

You should go before it gets ugly.

Yeah, he's right. You should go.

So now let's see how tough you are.

We've never met before, right?

Follow me.

Give me the gun!

- What are you doing? - I can't leave.

You can't stay. We just killed those men.

We didn't kill them, you did.

I tried to stop you. You got away.

Who are you?

You better hurry now. Good luck.

No, wait! Wait!

Where is he?

He's heading towards the north passage. He's closed the gate.

Run. He's getting away. Hurry.

- Satcom 7. - Western Europe unsecured.

- Designator? - Bravo-Echo-1-1.

Connecting.

- This is Brandt. - Go secure.

Go.

London terminal is compromised. Repeat, London is compromised.

Agent in place is down. Request immediate extraction.

What happened? Who breached London?

Do you have anything to go on?

A face.

He wanted something. Not information. He could've killed me.

But he didn't.

- Okay. What do you think it means? - The Syndicate is real.

They know who we are, how we operate.

I think I know why they've been so hard to find.

Just focus operations on gathering any available intel regarding