Mission Impossible

Mission Impossible, Paramount+, Paramount Pictures, Cruise/Wagner Productions

Paramount+ original film Mission Impossible was released May 22nd, 1996.

Mission: Impossible II, Paramount+, Paramount Pictures, Cruise/Wagner Productions

The #MissionImpossible franchise has made $4.14B at the international box office.

rottentomatoes: 65%

metacritic: 59

imdb: 7.2

Ethan Hunt

Special Agent Ethan Hunt shuts down a biological attack on Sydney, Australia.

“If I let you know where I’m going, then it won’t be a holiday. I see you found it. Think you’re the only one who can pick a lock? Mmm. Either way works for me. You’ll never find it there. His ex’s Bulgari necklace. It goes up for auction on Tuesday. Far left. Hey, you put me here. I just do as I’m told. Oh! I wouldn’t do that. That. No, no need to apologize. Miss Haqll, my associate, has your necklace in a very safe place but obviously we do feel the alarm should have gone off a little sooner. Isn’t that right, Miss Hall? In the circumstances, I think we’d recommend resetting the sensors to respond to a lighter load. How do you feel about 40 kilos, Miss Hall? Shall we? Miss Hall… haven’t you forgotten something?” — Ethan Hunt

“At least you walked. I wanted to see how good you were. I was hoping we might work together. You didn’t do that badly. Not really. I triggered the alarm. Sorry. Hi. Would you mind slowing down? Would you like it? Pull over and listen to me, will you? Just listen. I need your help. I think you could use mine. I’m talking about Scotland Yard, Interpol, every Dutch authority. I can make them all go away. Whoa! You having fun? Sorry. Sorry. Watch the road. Ethan Hunt. A lot more than I thought. Care to wait a decent interval?” — Ethan Hunt

“So what have you got against spies? This wasn’t exactly by the book. They’ve got a book for everything. I don’t know that they pinched it. I don’t even know that they’re blokes. So did I. Sort of. Damn, you’re beautiful. No, thanks. Sorry I didn’t let you know where I was. Well, you’re sorry, and I’m sorry. Like what? You gotta be kidding.” — Ethan Hunt

“An idea? Yeah. It’s a good idea to pick him up in a hurry. And a bad idea to fly him on a commercial carrier. So let’s get on with it. Is he still in Sydney? Dead. If he didn’t want to go anywhere without me, how did you get him on that flight? Twice. We had our reservations about each other. Isn’t it a little late in the day to be asking me that? So there’s one thing we know that Ambrose doesn’t. Sean feels he hasn’t done the job unless he leaves a lot of hats on the ground. Only Ambrose knows that. In order to do that, I have to figure out how he plans to make money on it. Excuse me? And then what? You made it sound as if I was recruiting her for her skills as a thief. No, she’s got no training for this kind of thing. I don’t think I can get her to do it. Very.” — Ethan Hunt

“Sean Ambrose for one. This wasn’t what I had in mind, Nyah. Something like that. Generally, I don’t favor coercing someone. Not when there’s a chance my life could end up in their hands. Can you think of a better one? Okay. Okay. Would it make you feel any better if I didn’t want you to do this? Then feel better! What wouldn’t make him suspicious? Serious trouble, Nyah, is something that I can always arrange. This transponder chip is completely untraceable. It transmits your location to a satellite which can be be read by only this computer. We can then track you to within three feet, anywhere. Since your arrest, I’ve been sending news bulletins to every law enforcement agency in the world. I know Sean Ambrose and I guarantee that after that airline crash, he’s monitoring every one of them. He knows you’re there. And he has the means to get you out.” — Ethan Hunt

“Nyah. Nyah… I’m not gonna lose you. Yes, it is. Let’s put in the coordinates and get a visual. Visuals aren’t coming up. Come on. Isn’t there any way we can speed this up? We don’t know what we’ve got. ‘Cause we don’t know what he’s got, where he’s got it or what he’s doing in Sydney with it. Yeah? We’ve just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now we’ll see what chance it has.” — Ethan Hunt

“Nekhorvich specialized in recombining DNA molecules. In the myth Bellerophon was a prince who killed the Chimera, a monster with the head of a lion and the tail of a serpent who plagued the ancient world. I think Nekhorvich created a monster virus in Chimera and the antivirus to kill it in Bellerophon. Why not?” — Ethan Hunt

“You can speak as if I’m right by your side. Mounting enclosure, just off the track, 2:00. How’s it going? Just like old times? Tell me who you’ve run into at Ambrose’s. We know him. He’s over your left shoulder looking at you right now. Bids from possible Chimera buyers. Who is this guy? He was Nekhorvich’s boss. Whatever McCloy’s looking at, he’s not happy about it. Confirm left jacket pocket. Nyah, Ambrose is on his way back to you. There’s an envelope inside… that’s right. Betting table 12, off the paddock. Are you sure you’re up to this?” — Ethan Hunt

Nyah Nordoff-Hall

“What are you doing here? Not just a pretty face after all. Do you mind if I’m on top? Damn it. Find what? And are you going to tell me where it is? This is very disconcerting. Right. Mmm. Oh. Now, who are you and what’s it gonna cost me? What? Hmm? Oh, absolutely. Much, much too long, I’d say. Perfect. Mmm-hmm? The thought had crossed my mind. I’m missing something here, aside from my half million pound necklace. Even after I screwed up the job, I could’ve walked out of there with the bloody thing. If you weren’t going to let me get away with it, why did you watch me go through it? Sounds terrific. Now be serious. Whatever you’re talking about, you couldn’t want me after that performance. You apologizing for me? Quite the gentleman.”

“I don’t do laundry, cook, or put up with cheeky bastards who set me up in their territory so they can poach on mine. Hola. Where did you get this number? I don’t even have it. Listen to what? Your help? What are you talking about? Oh, bloody hell. You’re a spy! Well, if you want me, you’ve gotta catch me. What’s your name? Well, Ethan Hunt, what is it you want to talk to me about? Awfully short notice. Who wants to be decent?”

“When they’ve got your recruiting technique, nothing. They’ve got a book for this? So this thing these blokes pinched… what am I doing here? I thought I was supposed to be some kind of thief to catch a thief. How many people are capable of something like that? Right. But it is what you’d like me to do. What? Oh, let my conscience be my guide. Is that it? I don’t have a conscience. I’m a bloody thief. You’re gonna try and force me to do this? Is that the only reason? Me? No. But I was just hoping you might, thinking that someone in the course of business this got personal as well as physical! Yeah, much. You know, Sean will never be anything but suspicious if I pitch up saying ‘hey, honey, I’m home.’ Oh, that I needed him in some urgent way. Destitute, in serious trouble, the kind I couldn’t possibly sort out myself.”

“I left in a bit of a hurry. I’m incredibly grateful, Sean. How in the world did you find me? Your room? And my room? You’re not interested in seeing how it looks? I suppose I did. ‘Thief in the Night.’ Hmm. Pardon me? Where are you? Just like old times. Just about. Near as I can tell, there’s about a half dozen other blokes about the place. Maybe more. Hugh Stamp. Old friend of Sean’s. He’s the only one I recognize. And a bit of a creep and then some. Ambrose has photos of newspapers with money piled on them. Thirty-seven million on the London Times. What’s that about. His left jacket pocket. Where do I meet you? I’ll muddle through. There you are. Well, yeah. Naturally Vain.”

Dr. Vladimir Nekhorvich

“Well, Dmitri. Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires, a villain. Therefore, in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we created a monster. Chimera. I beg you, Dmitri, come to Sydney and accompany me to Atlanta immediately. However we travel, I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure.”

“Well, yes. I suppose I’m a bitch anxious. I’m with an old friend now, Dmitri. I’m sorry, too. You are sorry, and I am sorry. You don’t know Gradski thought the world of you. Yes, he knew. Just. No. After you’ve been infected with Chimera for 20 hours, nothing can save you, not even Bellerophon. Yes. And you’ll get us to safe place with them in Atlanta, thank God. Are you concerned? Okay. God.”

“It seems we have a problem, Dmitri. You are not Dmitri?”

“Well, Dmitri, once again I need your help, just as in the old days, huh? When you saved our lives, saved our very sanity. Dmitri… we have this little problem. Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires, a villain. Therefore, in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we created a monster. Chimera. I beg you, Dmitri, come to Sydney and accompany me to Atlanta immediately. However we travel, I must arrive at my destination within 20 hours of departure. I fear I can entrust this to one one but you. Dmitri… as we say, I’m sorry, and you are sorry.”

“Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires, a villain. Therefore, in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we created a monster. Chimera.”

Swanbeck

“Good morning, Mr. Hunt. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves the recovery of a stolen item designated Chimera. You may select any two team members, but it is essential that the third team member be Nyah Nordoff-Hall. She is a civilian and a highly capable professional thief. You have 48 hours to recruit Miss Nordoff-Hall and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment. As always, should you or any member of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. And, Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday please be good enough to let us know where you’re going.”

“Espresso? Cappuccino? Sit down. Sit down. Festival’s a pain in the ass. Honoring their saints by setting them on fire. Let’s you know what they think of saints, doesn’t it? Damn near set me on fire on my way over here. Sorry I barged in on your vacation. Don’t be. It wouldn’t be a vacation if you did. Why did you phrase it like that? ‘You’re sorry. I’m sorry.'”

“Do you have any idea what the hell he’s talking about? Like? Dr. Vladimir Nekhorvich is dead. So is his colleague Gradski, but that happened earlier. We had Nerkhorvich on a flight from Sydney that crashed in the Rockies. Are you listening to me? Oh, you were there. When I couldn’t find you, I had to replace you. Sean Ambrose was the obvious choice. He doubled you two or three times. What did you think of him? No, not necessarily. Airline records list a Captain Harold Macintosh as the pilot of flight 2207. As far as the media and all the governmental agencies are concerned, Captain Macintosh died in the flight. But, in fact, he missed it. He did, however, make the next flight in cargo. Stuffed into a rather small suitcase, considering his size. Someone on that flight planned an operation designed to bring the plane down and make it look like an accident. Someone skillful enough to bring the whole thing off without a hitch. Then you do think it was Ambrose? You’re not surprised? Yeah. The question is why? What was this Chimera Nekhorvich was carrying?”

“In any case, you must recover this, uh, whatever Chimera and bring it to us. That is where Miss Hall comes in. Miss Hall and Ambrose had a relationship which he took very seriously. She walked away, and he’s been wanting her back ever since. We believe she’s our surest and quickest way of locating him. Well, make sure she continues to see him gets him to confide in her, and report to you. Well, then I mislead you or you made the wrong assumption. Either way, we are asking her to resume a prior relationship, not do anything she hasn’t done already. Voluntarily, I might add. To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She’s a woman. She’s got all the training she needs. You mean it’ll be difficult? Well, this is not Mission: Difficult, Mr. Hunt. It’s Mission: Impossible. Difficult should be a walk in the park for you. I’m open to suggestion. If you can think of a quicker way to get to Ambrose, you’re welcome to try. By the way, you might want to take a look at these if you have any further qualms about getting her to do the job.”

Sean Ambrose

“You keep staring at that watch as if your life depended on it, Doctor. You’ll soon be with old friends. I’m sorry it couldn’t be under happier circumstances. Did he know before the end that you two had succeeded? Not in time to save him? You can carry them together? Safely? Not so far. Just put on your oxygen mask. I’ll see what’s going on.”

“You keep calling me Dmitri. You really shouldn’t. No. Wallis, hold on to this. Ulrich, remember to pull the… remember to pull the NO2 tank and dump it. Go!”

“Not much luggage. How I usually find you, Nyah. Magic. Mmm. Try it on. Go ahead. I’m dying to see if I remembered your size. Oh, I am. Later.”

“Thirty-seven million pounds. Well, that’s a promising bid for Nekhorvich’s work. Don’t look so worried, Hugh. We’re halfway there. We’ll need this at the track if we’re going to get the other half. Well, then… sorted. From her point of view or mine? One considers her timing, of course. Getting nicked within a week of the plane going down. Suggestive. Even borderline suspicious. But hardly conclusive. Tell me, Hugh. You don’t exactly hang on Nyah’s every word and gesture, do you? That’s a fairly ratty nail. Suppose she is some sort of Trojan horse sent in by IMF to spy on us? Why should I deny myself the pleasure of a ride or two? Or don’t you think I can learn more from her than she can from me? Now, Hugh, you must realize that some of us have the burden of sex to deal with. And I may or may not know why she thinks she’s here but I’m willing to take the risk, because, Hugh… I am gagging for it.”

“Come on! Come on! Darling, you won! What made you pick that nag? She’s never won a bloody thing. Say no more. Um… I’m off to grab a drink. You still favor the Bellinis? See anything you like?”

Billy Baird

“Agent Hunt. Good day, mate. I’m William Baird, but Billy’s okay. Anything you need me to get, move or watch, I’m your man. I’ll have a look around. Yeah, I heard about you, Luther. I just wanna say it’s an honor and a pleasure to be working with you blokes. Aye. Now there’s a bloke who knows how to give a proper welcome. Oh, don’t get me wrong, mate. You were very friendly also. Is it him, then? Yeah. So we got him.”

“Naturally vain. Naturally Vain? In the fourth. Check her out. She’s due. Ambrose is meeting some bloke in the bar. Big bloke. Ginger hair. They’re into something.”

Luther Stickell

“Shit. This ain’t funny. I just bought these $800 Gucci shoes and you got me in a helicopter with this man? Computer’s up. We got her. Satellite doesn’t work as fast as I do. With what? This is the only computer that will do this. Ethan, here we go. It’s him, Billy. She did it. She’s in the compound.”

“Nekhorvich was a molecular biologist. Why is he going on about an old Greek myth? That simple, huh? Checking now, Ethan. John McCloy, CEO Biocyte Pharmaceuticals. In 1989, acquired Biocyte in a hostile takeover. Right. He worked for him as the research scientist at Biocyte. Ambrose is showing something to McCloy on a digital camera. Ambrose just pulled the camera’s memory card and put it into an envelope. Put it in his inner left jacket pocket. Roger that.”

Hugh Stamp

“Folks, we’re two and a half hours from Atlanta. Look out your window now. We have a great view of the Rocky Mountains. This is your captain again. We’ve experienced a slight but abrupt drop in cabin pressure. As a precaution, I’ve released the oxygen masks. Please put them on, sit back, relax. There’s nothing to worry about. Denver Center, this is Transpac 2207, 747 heavy. We’re unable to maintain cabin pressurization. We’ve initiated a descent to 1-6000. All done, chief.”

“All cats are. Not everything. Why do you think she’s really here? She wasn’t exactly gagging for it when she left you six months ago. The question is, ‘do you trust her?’ You’ve thought about it at any rate. Please. I do! I do! I do! I do! I do!”