Shopgirl: We're about to close.
Ethan: I won't be long.
Shopgirl: You looking for anything in particular?
Ethan: Something... rare.
Shopgirl: Let me guess: Classical.
Ethan: Jazz.
Shopgirl: Sax?
Ethan: Coltraine.
Shopgirl: Piano?
Ethan: Monk.
Shopgirl: Shadow Wilson on bass.
Ethan: Shadow Wilson played drums.
Shopgirl: Know why they call him "Shadow"?
Ethan: Because he had a light touch.
Shopgirl: You're in luck. I have a first pressing.
Shopgirl: It really is you? I've heard stories. They can't all be true...
Voice: Good evening, Mr. Hunt. The weapons you recovered in Belaruse 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 five seconds.