no. should i?
no. just as if i'd like to.
not tonight. bad timing. sorry -
look, it's either you or the rent and i don't mind telling you it's not an easy choice.
uh-huh.
go find the wealthy lady you came with and next time we meet - i'll pay your rent. now bugger off.
mmmm.
what are you doing here?
i see. you're not just another pretty face.
would you mind if i'm on top?
damn it! find what?
- right. where is it?
where's the bloody -
- this is very disconerting.
- right.
do what?
oh yes. absolutely. much too long i should yes.
indeed.
the necklace?
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.
if you weren't going to let me get away with it, why did you let me go thru with it?
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?
sounds smashing. i'm in. muchacho, mi carro, por favor! now be serious. you couldn't possibly want me off tonight's performance.
you're apologizing for me? quite the gentleman.
i don't do laundry, or put up with cheeky bastards who set me up on their territory so they can poach on mine.
hola.
where did you get this number? i don't even have it!
listen to what?
your help? what are you talking about?
oh bloody hell. you're a spy.
uh-oh.
oh. oh.
what's you name?
well, ethan hunt, what is it you want to talk to me about?
awfully short notice.
who wants to be decent?.
when they've got your recruiting technique? not a thing.
they've got a book for this?
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.
that's not the point. in the end what spies rely on is the one thing they think they know that you don't.
that they're lying.
you're not a liar. or you're an awfully good one.  . this thing these blokes pinched.
well, then, what i am i doing here? i assume i'm meant to be some sort of thief-to catch-a-thief.
spoken like a spook. you ever afraid?
ask a question, you get an answer!.
that's because i'm on my back.
carefully places the little minolta on a glass-topped coffee table. she's beautifully pulled together, the safehouse has the lights low, flamenco music playing, and when she walks out onto the balcony ethan sees the candlelit table and a bottle of champagne chilling. there's a light breeze the fire from the burning effigies throwing smoke and flame all over the city.
what's the population of seville any idea?
there's nearly 2 million in london.
that's lot of people out there. how many of them, i wonder, are capable of something like that?
right.
not that it matter much but. i seem to recall you staying something like, 'i was hoping we could work together.'
but it is what you'd like me to do. so tell me to do it.
i'd like a little more conviction.
you've either got it or you don't. let your conscience be your guide?
but i don't have a conscience. i'm a bloody thief.
no. you can be a thief and have a conscience: not me. why did you have to tell me about this! what do i have to do to get away from this guy? when you're with him, he messes about with your head every waking moment. even now i'll be at some out-of- the-way-place, a tin of caviar and a bottle of crystal shows up at the table, with two glass, god knows how he finds out at any given moment where i am in the world but he does. and it looks like he's done it again. you know his definition of a true paranoid?
someone in possession of all the facts. are you telling me i have to do this?
and that's the only reason?
not me. i was just hoping you might. or that. somehow in the course of business this got personal as well as physical.
much.
sean will never be anything but suspicious if he picks up some sort of 'yoo-hoo-i'm- not-nad' message. not after the way we broke up.
probably that i needed him in some urgent way. destitute - in serious trouble. the kind i couldn't possible sort out myself.
this doesn't seem to be accomplishing much.
very funny. maybe he has heard and doesn't want to know. maybe he's lost interest.
what lawyer?
limo's waiting.
when will you be there?
how can you possibly? i've got to get right on the plane. i'm leaving now.
oh, i do. but as we know i'm a very poor judge of character.
yes?
ethan, you take care of yourself, i'll take care of myself because if push comes to shove, i'm gonna bail - and without giving two week notice.
the speedboat's engine's are cut. nyah looks momentarily stricken.
takes a deep breath, presses the button to scramble the transponder.
i left in a bit of a hurry. i'm terribly grateful, sean.
well that depends.
how hard you had to work to get me out of there. how in the world did you ever find me?
how do you that.
ahh.
your room.
and my room?
no changing room?
you're not interested in seeing how it looks.
did you say something?
only because. it's spring. chalk it up - to spring fever.
maybe that's it, then. everything's upside down and backwards.
i suppose i did.
'thief in the night?'
pardon me?
where are you?
just like old times.
just about.
near as i can tell, there's at least a half-dozen other blokes about the place. maybe more. hugh stamp, an old mate of sean's, is the only one i recognize, bit of a creep and then some.
- michael, his driver's an aussie, new to me. then there's the blokes in the annex at the back of the house.
annex is strictly off limits to me and they never come to the main house, michael even takes their meals to them all but shoves them under the door.
ambrose has photographs of newspapers with loads of money piled on them -- thirty- seven million on the london times. what's that about?
-- his left jacket pocket.
where do i meet you?
i'll muddle through.
yeah. naturally vain -- but they're about to close the betting table and i haven't a sou.
would you mind terribly?
i've no doubt.
to win?
passes stamp, not seeing him standing just a row above, blocked from her by one of the pillars. stamp idly regards her and then decides: he follows.
i managed.
what race are we talking about?
what are you talking about?
why? what's happened. what did you see?
ethan, tell me -
how do you suggest i go about it?
tries not to register alarm while she gauges how much stamp had seen.
just.
well, that's good, isn't?
sean, there's something i've been meaning to talk to you about.  isn't going to be easy for me to say.
i don't know what to do about you, sean. i'm more than a bit muddled. i need time.
sort it all out.
a change of plans?
oh, no, not at all. maybe just a bit.
lovely.
international, please. i'd like to make a reservation on the next available flight tonight.
where is next available flight going?
fine. i'll take it.
ulrich?. ulrich!.
oh ethan!.
i am now. get me out of here. just get me out of here.
ethan, you know what frightens me most when i'm with him?. the thought of never seeing you. how are we getting out of here?
what? you told me to get out of here. i thought you were here to collect me. i was so relieved.
this isn't exactly working out the way you thought it would, ethan. sorry.
you're not going to shoot, sean. not this bitch. she's worth thirty-seven million pounds.
i wasn't thinking! just. trying to keep you from getting hurt, that's all.
i guess i lied. you can't get both of us out of here, can you?
then you'll have to kill me before it's too late. before i start killing people.
i'm infected with chimera. you know you don't have a choice. just do it now.
not as much as you feel like hearing it.
if it'll make you feel any better i won't do it again.
what are you talking about?
do you know me?
is inches from him. without batting an eye.
no. you just looked as if you did.
oh. well.