Artsicles' Clan

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE




FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT


16TH AUGUST 1995






NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "SCENE OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR
THIS SOFT COPY.




INT. KIEV APARTMENT - NIGHT

We're in a large closet. JACK KIEFER, an athletic American
in his late thirties wearing a headset, is wedged into a
corner, staring at a television screen.

The television shows a surveillance view of the living room
that lies outside the confines of the closet. The TV image
is in black and white. JACK shifts, trying like hell to get
comfortable but he's been there a while

ON THE SCREEN

A bare bulb shines down on the contents of a shabby hotel
room. Directly under the blub a man, GENNADY KASIMOV, sits
in a straight backed wooden chair in his blood-stained T-
shirt. There are a couple of THUGS and a stray ****** in the
room behind him. A legend:

KIEV

KASIMOV is sobbing. Uncontrollably. A MAN enters the room,
ANATOLY, an imperious Russian in his forties, a Russian
godfather. The THUGS and HOOKERS are ushered out. ANATOLY
looks down at KASIMOV pitiously and urges him to go and sit
by him in a chair he picks up for him. KASIMOV does as he is
bid, looking gratefully up at ANATOLY. They speak in Russian
which is subtitled.

ANATOLY
Kasimov, Kasimov, good that you called
us.

KASIMOV
(sobbing)
I don't remember what happened! We were
at the bar, drinking, laughing -- having
fun.

ANATOLY gets up out of the chair and goes to a bed across the
room. A WOMAN lies half under the sheets. She's lying in an
unnatural position on the bed, and the sheets are smeared
with blood. She's dead. ANATOLY lifts her eyelid.

KASIMOV
I don't even know how I got here.
I swear, Anatoly, I never touched her! I
didn't lay a finger on her.

ANATOLY moves away from the WOMAN.

ANATOLY
Kasimov. Don't flounder.

IN THE CLOSET

JACK, impatient, checks his watch.

JACK
Jesus, she's been under too long. Come
on, come on!

ON THE SCREEN

KASIMOV
You're the only one who can help me.

Desperately he tugs at ANATOLY'S jacket. But ANATOLY hits
his hand away and smacks him around the head.

IN THE CLOSET

JACK reacts.

ON THE SCREEN

ANATOLY bends close to KASIMOV.

ANATOLY
C'mon, c'mon, tell the truth...c'mon.

KASIMOV
They'll kill me.

ANATOLY paces up the room, away from KASIMOV.

ANATOLY
You asked for my help. You asked for my
help...come on...

KASIMOV
You're right, of course.

IN THE CLOSET

JACK leans forward.

JACK
The name pal...give us the name.

ON THE SCREEN

KASIMOV
The contact in Minsk..the contact in
Minsk..works in a travel agency.

IN THE CLOSET

JACK
Come on!

ON THE SCREEN

ANATOLY
Come on!

KASIMOV
His name is.....Dimitri Miediev.

ANATOLY
Dimitri Miediev...Dimitri Miediev...

IN THE CLOSET

JACK
Got him.