Benji Dunn: [explaining Ethan's gloves] Easy way to remember: blue is glue.
Ethan Hunt: And when it's red?
Benji Dunn: Dead.
William Brandt: I was on a protection detail in Croatia. Shadowing the assets, husband and wife. They were never supposed to know we were there. Whole thing's routine; it was a milk run. Three days in, we caught wind that a Serbian hit squad was after our couple. But my team had it under control. We knew they were coming. But I couldn't shake this feeling that I should warn the
couple somehow. I wanted to find a way to let them know. But, you know, orders are orders, so I didn't. One day, the husband decides to leave the hotel and go for a run, so I follow him and I leave two men with the wife. When I get back, my guys are unconscious and the wife is gone. Local police found her body three days later. What was left of her, anyway. That was my last day in the field. I
couldn't face another life or death situation after that.
Jane Carter: So what happened to the husband?
William Brandt: I never saw him again. Until two days ago in Moscow, when the Secretary introduced me to Ethan Hunt.
Benji Dunn: Why am I Pluto? It's not even a planet anymore!
William Brandt: Well, Uranus is still available.
Benji Dunn: [sarcastically] Ha, it's funny 'cuz you said anus.
Ethan Hunt: Mission accomplished!
Benji Dunn: I'd be more worried about the heat.
William Brandt: [pauses] And then there's that. What heat?
Benji Dunn: Well it's just like any other computer. If you switch the fan off it's gonna get pretty hot in there.
William Brandt: Heh. Of course.
Benji Dunn: Relatively.
William Brandt: So I'm jumping into a... an oven, essentially.
Benji Dunn: Yeah, essentially. But, uh, I catch you.
William Brandt: Great.
[last lines]
Recorded Voice: Good evening, Mr. Hunt. 36 hours ago, there was a breach in our military's communication network. Now, an emerging terror organization known as The Syndicate has control of our entire drone fleet. Their targets unknown. Your mission, should you choose to accept it...
Ethan Hunt: European male. Fifties. About six-foot, 180 pounds.
[shows Brandt a drawing on his hand]
Ethan Hunt: Blue eyes. Who is he?
William Brandt: A crude drawing, but by your description, that could be Kurt Hendricks. 190 IQ. Served in Swedish Special Forces. Professor of physics, Stockholm University. Specialist in
nuclear endgame theory. Asked to resign... well, because he's crazy.
IMF Secretary: The President has initiated Ghost Protocol. The entire IMF has been disavowed.
Ethan Hunt: So what happens now?
IMF Secretary: Now, I've been ordered to take you back to Washington, where the DOD will label you as a rogue extremist and hang the Kremlin bombing on you and your team. Unless, you were to escape somewhere
between here and the airport, having assaulted Mr. Brandt and me.
Brandt: Sir?
IMF Secretary: You would then illegally scrounge whatever material you could from a backup supply cache that I've overlooked. The same cache where your team are waiting for further orders.
Brandt: Sir, you may want to...
IMF
Secretary: You will then disappear, and this conversation never having taken place, your intentions would be unclear. But if any one of your team is caught or killed, they will be branded terrorists, out to incite global nuclear war.
[handing Ethan a USB drive]
IMF Secretary: Your mission, should you choose to accept it.
Jane Carter: You mind telling me what you were doing in a Russian prison?
Ethan Hunt: You mind telling me why you broke me out?
Jane Carter: This wasn't a rescue mission?
Ethan Hunt: Let me put it this way. If the Secretary wanted me out of there, it must be pretty bad out here.
[repeated line]
Benji Dunn: [to Brandt] And I catch you.