Thriller Scripts
Ethan Hunt: [over a pay phone in Prague] They're dead.
Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is DEAD. They knew we were coming, man. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone.
Eugene Kittridge: Are you intact?
Ethan Hunt: Do you read me! The list is in the OPEN!
Jim Phelps: We're being ambushed Ethan. Abort! That's an order.
Ethan Hunt: Negative. Golitsyn is on the move.
Jim Phelps: No, dammit, I said abort!
Ethan Hunt: Eye on the package. Jim, I'm Coming.
Ethan Hunt: [to Claire] Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!
Sarah Davies: [as Jack is trying to get the elevator to them] Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack?
Ethan Hunt: [impersonating Senator John Waltzer] Jack... I believe we did have a Jack. An unreliable fellow as I recall. Constantly late, and behind in his work. I was forced to tie him behind one of my best stallions and drag him around my barn for a few days.
Jack Harmon: Relax your crack, Foghorn. I'm working on it
Ethan Hunt: [tied to a chair inside an apartment own by one of Max's friends] The disk Job sold you is worthless. Bait. Part of an internal mole hunt.
Max: And how would you know? Are you another company man?
Max: Like Job?
Max: We're asking about you
Ethan Hunt: I'm NOC, Was. Now, disavowed.
Max: Why, may I ask?
Ethan Hunt: That's the question I want to ask Job.
Eugene Kittridge: [after Hunt's team was killed and meets up with Kittridge in an Aquarium/Restaurant] I - ahm - I can't tell you how, uh sorry I am. I know how much Jim in particular meant to you, Ethan, personally as well as professionally.
[slides Hunt a passport]
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Eugene Kittridge: It's - uhhh - passport, visa, the usual drill. We'll work the ex-filtration through Canada, debrief you at Langley, throw the Prague police a bone or two, you know. Toss them a few suspects. You follow me?
Ethan Hunt: [Muffled] Yeah. I follow.
Eugene Kittridge: I think we lost enough agents for one night.
Ethan Hunt: You mean, *I've* lost enough agents for one night.
Eugene Kittridge: You seem hell bent on blaming yourself, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Who else is left?
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah. I see your point.