Ethan Hunt: [speaking in italian] Thank you officers. Please. You can wait ouside. Thank you.
[the police leave the area]
Grace: You. You did this.
Ethan Hunt: I called the police. I didn't tell them about your colorful past.
[throwing a file folder]
Ethan Hunt: That's on you. You put-pocleted that the key on another passenger before you were arrested. You exchanged details and arranged to meet later on. Right now somewhere out there hasn't the slighest clue they're holding on to that key for you. An unwitting courier. The perfect accomplice
[describing the person Grace has used as a mule to carry an item]
Ethan Hunt: I'm guessing a man... middle aged? A man waiting his whole life to be noticed by a woman like you. An orphan. Higly intelligent. Inherntly resourceful. Growing up in the poverty left you longing for the finer things. Other's people's things. Someone saw your potential and helped you hone your skills. Skills that gave you the life thought you wanted. Tailored clothes, fine dining, luxury hotels. Skills that kept you one step ahead of the law, until now.
Grace: You can't blame a girl for trying to make a dishonest living.
Ethan Hunt: You had no idea what you stealing. Otherwise you never would stolen it.
Grace: Tell you what. You get me out of here, and I'll take you straight to the key.
Ethan Hunt: I have a better idea. You're gonna tell me everything. Then I'll think about getting out of here. Now start with who hired you. And don't lie to me, because I'll know.
Grace: I have no idea who hired me. Contact with the client was almost entirely electronic.
Ethan Hunt: Email?
Grace: Texts.
Ethan Hunt: Encrypted?
Grace: Naturally.
Ethan Hunt: Almost?
Grace: Pardon?
Ethan Hunt: You said contact with client was "almost" entirely electronic.
Grace: There was a dead drop in a cafe in Luxembourg. An envelope.
Ethan Hunt: What was in the envelope?
Grace: A ticket to Abu Dhabi. And... a picture of you. My instructions were to follow you at the airport. You'd be taling a mark. Said mark would have a key and four million in criptocurrency. That drive was useless, by the way. It was empty. The only hope I have of getting paid is to deliver your half of the key.
Ethan Hunt: And you were instructed to deliever it to...
Grace: Venice. Party at Ducake Palace, Tomorrow. Midnight Venice.
Ethan Hunt: [looking at the door] You expecting someone?
Grace: Your friends from the airport. Saw them in the halleay a few minutes ago.
Ethan Hunt: You could have said something sooner.
Grace: Well, they we're chaising you, not me.
