Ethan Hunt

Desperate times, desperate measures, sir.

The prompt is Kipling.

Stairs, stairs, stairs!

Sir', I'm going to need a pass-phrase. The prompt is Kipling.

Shadow Wilson played drums.

Chief Atlee.

before I Peach the gait analysis, I'm dead.

I've heard stories.

Parking garage.

No.

And that shade is very hard to find.

Let Benji go.

And you'll stop at nothing to get it.

And the car bomb was insurance.

Foundation'?

You wanted revenge, but Rome wasn't destroyed in a day.

Then you just have to hold your breath for two minutes.

- You'll be right as Pain. - What are you doing here?

This has to look like an escape, so you just throw me out anywhere.

- That's the only way. - That's the only way.

We've done our part and we've been cast aside.

That's not your decision to make, Ethan!

The way I see it, you have three choices.

Right. Well, we have a European head of state here

You thought you'd put him in the hospital,