What makes you trust me?
Because if you knew
what you were getting into...
you never would have done it.
I'm not going to let this
get out in the open.
Exactly. That's your job tomorrow,
on the train.
Don't let this NOC list
get out in the open.
What is the range of this thing?
It's hard to tell.
I'm gonna have to be close.
Ethan, I need to talk to you.
The unlikely setting,
a farm in the heartland of America...
the state of Wisconsin...
where federal agents claim
to have found...
the brains behind
an international drugs ring.
The operation was masterminded
by Margaret Ethan Hunt...
and her brother-in-law, Donald Hunt.
They were arrested this morning
by drug enforcement officers...
in a major sting operation...
designed to expose
the illegal manufacture...
of the drug methcathinone,
known as khat.
I'm afraid what we have here is
a case of a naive and lonely widower...
Kittridge.
Kittridge.
I see you've been out visiting the folks.
It's Hunt.
What do you need for a pinpoint?
You've been watching a little TV,
have you?
Hauling Mom off to jail in shackles
was an especially nice touch.
- He's in England.
- Get Ml5.
Ethan, I wanna assure you...
that my first order of business
after you come in...
is to have these ridiculous charges
against your family dropped...
and eliminated completely
from their files.
Look, if you come in now...
we can plea down
the charges against you, as well.
Can I ask you something, Kittridge?
Certainly, Ethan.
If you're dealing with someone...
who's crushed, stabbed...
shot, and detonated...
five members of his own IMF team...
how devastated
do you think you're gonna make him...
by marching Ma and Uncle Donald
down to the county courthouse?
I don't know, Ethan.
Why don't you tell me?
Lost him.
You're a hard man to catch up with.
Next day I managed to drag myself
back to the safe house.
I must have just missed you.
Anyway, I checked our aliases.
And that's when you picked us up
in the States.
But you left before I could get there,
and I could check just so many places.
Smaller countries don't computerize
customs records.
So I watched Europe.
Once you turned up in England,
it was easy.
You knew
I liked the rentals at Liverpool Street.
Hey, I showed them to you.
I remember.
Jim, look, who do you think
you're kidding here?
A doctor's gotta look at that.
You can't sit up straight.
I can sit up straight.
I just can't sit up straight very well.
Sit down. Sit down. It's not important.
Ethan...
I saw who shot me. I saw the mole.
- It was Kittridge.
- Kittridge.
Kittridge, Ethan.
Kittridge is the mole.
My God, of course. You're right.
He was at the embassy that night.
First, he took out Jack at the elevator.
He shot you on the bridge.
Ethan!
He must have had backup take out
Golitsyn and Sarah at the fence.
How did he do Hannah?
No. No,
he could have done Hannah himself.
Why, Jim?
Why?
When you think about it, Ethan,
it was inevitable.
No more Cold War.
No more secrets
you keep from everyone but yourself.
Operations, you answer
to no one but yourself.
And then one day, you wake up,
the President of the United States is...
running the country
without your permission.
The son of a bitch, how dare he?
Then you realize, it's over.
You're an obsolete piece of hardware
not worth upgrading.
You've got a lousy marriage
and 62 grand a year.
Kittridge.
We'll go after
the no-good son of a bitch big time.
We won't have to. He'll come after us.
What's gonna make him do that?
What he didn't get in Prague.
The NOC list.
Whoa. Jesus, Ethan.
Good for you.
I'm meeting him tomorrow
on the TGV en route to Paris.
Tight security. No guns.
A real plus.
If I supposedly deliver the NOC list
to Max...
Max has agreed to deliver Job to me.
I'll have Claire and Luther Stickell
with me on the train.
Krieger is gonna have
helicopter transport waiting in Paris.
Jim?
I was in a cafe waiting for you,