ARKANGEL CHEMICAL WEAPONS FACILITY - USSR
Beg your pardon. Forgot to knock.
(TV plays in background)
(men talking)
Ni odnoho vyzdoha! Gdye vashy?
I'm alone.
Aren't we all?
- You're late, 007. - I had to stop in the bathroom.
- Ready to save the world again? - After you, 006.
- James... For England. - For England, Alec.
- It's too easy. - Half of everything is luck, James.
- And the other half? - (alarm blares)
Fate.
- Set timers: six minutes. - Six minutes. Check.
Fire!
- Closing time. Last call. - Buy me a pint.
This is Colonel Ourumov. Come out with your hands above your heads.
How original.
Shut the door, Alec. There's a draught.
(silence)
Alec?
Move out. Throw down your weapon and walk towards me, slowly.
- Finish the job. Blow them to hell. - You have ten seconds.
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six,
five, four, three, two...
- For England, James. - (gunshot)
Hold your fire. You'll blow the gas tanks.
This is your last chance. Come out with your hands...
Wait!
You can't win.
(machine whirs)
Get out there! Move! Move it!
Hold your fire!
Wait!
(# "GoldenEye" by Tina Turner)
# See reflections on the water
# More than darkness in the depths
# See him surface and never a shadow
# On the wind I feel his breath
# GoldenEye, I found his weakness
# GoldenEye, he'll do what I please
# GoldenEye, no time for sweetness
# But a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees
# See him move through smoke and mirrors
# Feel his presence in the crowd
# Other girls, they gather around him
# If I had him, I wouldn't let him out
# GoldenEye, not lace or leather
# Golden chain take him to the spot
# GoldenEye, I'll show him forever
# It'll take forever to see what I've got
# You'll never know
# How I watched you from the shadows as a child
# You'll never know
# How it feels to get so close and be denied
# It's a gold and honey trap
# I got for you tonight
# Revenge is a kiss This time I won't miss
# Now I've got you in my sight
# With a GoldenEye
# Golden, GoldenEye
# With a GoldenEye
# GoldenEye
NINE YEARS LATER
- James, is it necessary to drive so fast? - More often than you'd think.
I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl, but...
- Who's that? - The next girl.
(shrieks)
James, stop this. Stop it.
- I know what you're doing. - What's that, dear?
You are just trying to show off the size of your...
- Engine? - Ego.
We're having a pleasant drive and you bring psychology into it.
- I was just sent here to evaluate you. - Let's put that behind us, shall we?
Ladies first.
- James, I want you to stop this car. - Really?
Stop this car at once!
(screeching)
As you can see, I have no problem with female authority.
James, you're incorrigible.
What am I going to do with you?
Let's toast your evaluation, shall we?
A very thorough evaluation.
Bonsoir, Monsieur Bond. Très heureux de vous voir.
- Bonsoir, Pierre. Ça va bien? - Très bien. Et vous?
Sept à la banque.
Madame wins.
Bet, mademoiselle? Non?
Monsieur.
Bets, ladies and gentlemen?
- No players? - (Bond) Banco.
It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway...
I count two - motoring and baccarat.
(croupier) Huit, pour la banque.
Seven. Madame wins.
I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
One rises to meet a challenge.
Double.
Suivez.
Carte.
(croupier) Madame stands with five.
- Six. Madame loses. - Buliatch!
- Enjoy it... while it lasts. - The very words I live by.
And what words do you live by?
The trick is to quit while you're ahead.
That's one trick I've never learned. Perhaps you'll show me how it's done.
Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.
And for you?
- The same. - How do you take it?
Straight up, with a twist.
Thank you, Mr...
The name's Bond. James Bond.
Xenia Zaragevna Onatopp.
- Onatopp? - Onatopp.
Your accent... Georgian?
- Very good. You've been to Russia. - Not recently.
I used to drop in occasionally. Shoot in and out.
It's very different now. A land of opportunity.
With a new Ferrari in every garage?
No, not quite. That belongs to a friend.
A tip for your friend: the French number plates for this year's model start with "L".
Even the counterfeit ones.
Oh.
And what rank do you hold with the motor vehicles department, Mr. Bond?
- Commander. - Shall we go?
This one is an admiral.
I like a woman who enjoys pulling rank.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Bond.
The pleasure, I'm sure, was all mine.
(applause)
Transmission begins from Moneypenny.
Identification confirmed: Onatopp, Xenia. Ex-Soviet fighter pilot.
Current suspected links to the Janus crime syndicate, St. Petersburg.
Yacht Manticore is leased to a known Janus corporate front.
M authorizes you to observe,
but stipulates no... contact without prior approval.
End of transmission. Moneypenny.
Good night, James. I trust you'll stay "onatopp" of things.
(shrieks)
Lyubeemyets.
(snarls)
- (admiral cries out in pain) - (bone cracks)
Xenia... I can't breathe.
(he cries in pain, she with pleasure)
Yes! Yes!
(# military band plays)
Merci.
My respects, Admiral.
Delighted to have you aboard.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats for the demonstration of the aircraft.
What you are about to see is Europe's answer to the electronic battlefield:
the first working prototype of the Tiger helicopter.
Uniquely maneuverable, the Tiger not only uses Stealth technology,
it is also hardened against all forms of electronic interference,
radio jamming and electromagnetic radiation.
(whistles)
I have a surprise from your friends.
I think I've gone to heaven.
Not yet.
- Please welcome the pilots. - (applause)
Lieutenant Commander Bernard Jaubert and Lieutenant François Brouse.
(engines start)
(dogs bark)
SPACE WEAPONS CONTROL CENTER SEVERNAYA - RUSSIA
- Select Mir. - (bleep)
- Orthographic projection. - (bleep)
Compute possible intercept with second-stage geo-sat two.
Anna.
He wouldn't know a woman if one came up and sat on his head.
Boris.
- Boris! - What?
I thought I'd post it on the internet, no?
- What's the password? - I made it easy this time.
Even you should be able to break it, borscht-for-brains.
All right, I'll give you a hint.
They're right in front of you and can open very large doors.
You're such a geek.
- (beeping) - Yes. I'm in.
You've hacked into the US Department of Justice. What if they trace it here?
The chief of computers will call me a genius, move me to Moscow
and give me a million bucks hard currency.
I think not.
Besides, the Americans are slug-heads. They'll never detect me.
You were saying, slug-head?
Nobody screws with Boris Grishenko.
- I spiked them. - Come on, Boris. Just hang up.
No way. I spiked them.
- All right. What's the password? - I'm not going to tell you.
OK. Let me guess.
- It's not in front of me? - Mm-mm.
You sit on it, but you can't take it with you.
My program seizes the phone line of whoever's tracing me
and jams their modem so they can't hang up.
Now the hunted becomes the hunter.
"Better luck next time, slug-heads."
Bang! Gone! I am invincible.
Was it good for you, too?
- I'm getting some coffee. - I'm going for a cigarette.
(helicopter approaches)
General Arkady Grigorovich Ourumov, head of Space Division.
- General, if I'd known... - You'd have been ready.
This is an unscheduled test of the facility. War simulation.
We're going to test-fire GoldenEye. Report your status.
Two operational satellites, Petya and Mischa, in 90-minute earth orbit at 100km.
Good. Here is the authorization code.
The GoldenEye and today's access numbers for satellite Petya, please.
I am timing you.
Good. Thank you, Major.
(moans with pleasure)
On my count. Three, two, one...
Set target. Severnaya.
Arm the weapon.
(crockery smashes)
Check it.
(alarm blares)
Their best response time is 19 minutes. They'll be late.
(klaxon)
(sighs with pleasure)
It's clean. I had to ventilate someone.
- Good evening, Moneypenny. - Good evening, James.
M will meet you in the Situation Room. I'm to take you in.
- Never seen you after hours. Lovely. - Thank you.
Out on some kind of assignment? Dressing to kill?
I know you'll find this crushing, 007,
but I don't sit at home every night praying for an incident
so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond.
I was on a date with a gentleman. We went to the theater.
I'm devastated.
What would I ever do without you?
As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
Hope springs eternal.
This sort of behavior could qualify as sexual harassment.
Really? What's the penalty for that?
Someday you have to make good on your innuendoes.
- After you, Moneypenny. - No, I insist. You first.
- Good evening, 007. - Tanner. What's up?
16 minutes ago, we intercepted a distress call
from a supposedly abandoned radar station at Severnaya.
- We found your missing Tiger. - In the middle of northern Russia?
Your hunch was right. Too bad the evil queen of numbers wouldn't let you play it.
(Bond clears throat)
- You were saying? - No, no. I was just...
Good. Because if I want sarcasm, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
- Good evening, 007. - Good evening, M.
The prime minister's waiting for an update.
- Proceed with your briefing, Mr. Tanner. - Thank you.
After the distress signal, your helicopter took off
and the Russians had three MiGs intercept it.
What do you think they're using the base for?
We suspected it might be the ground station
for a secret space-based weapons program called GoldenEye, but...
Our statistical analysis saw they had neither the finance nor technology.
Numbers were never my strong suit.
Are these pictures live?
Unlike the Americans, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.
Negative so far. Everything seems normal.
(alarm blares)
(screams)
What the bloody hell was that?
(screams)
Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova.
(bang)
(creaking)
Boris!
Thanks.
Our satellite is knocked out. So are two of the Americans'.
We have another, coming into range... now.
Good God.
- Two of the MiGs are down. - It looks like the third went into the dish.
What do you think?
No lights. Not one single electric light on in a 30-mile radius.
- EMP? - It'd account for the MiGs and satellites.
- And the blackout. - Electromagnetic pulse.
- A satellite weapon developed by the... - Americans and Soviets in the Cold War.
I've read the brief.
Discovered after Hiroshima. Set off a nuclear device in the upper atmosphere.
Creates a pulse, a radiation surge, that destroys everything electronic.
The idea being to knock out the enemy's communications before he can retaliate.
So, GoldenEye exists.
Yes.
- Could this be an accident? - No. The helicopter.
For stealing the GoldenEye, it's the perfect getaway vehicle.
Setting off the blast would wipe out any trace of the crime.
- The Janus group? - It may be linked to the helicopter.
I know the Russian fail-safe systems.
You just don't walk in and ask for the keys to the bomb. You need the access codes.
There had to be an insider.
One person probably knows who it is.
(dog barks)
Very well, sir. Thank you. Good night.
The PM's talked to Moscow. It was "an accident during a training exercise".
Governments change. The lies stay the same.
- What else do we know about Janus? - Arms dealers from St. Petersburg.
Restocked the Iraqis during the Gulf War.
The head man's unreliably described. No photographs.
The woman, Onatopp, is our only confirmed contact.
- Would you care for a drink? - Thank you.
- Your predecessor kept some cognac... - I prefer bourbon.
- Ice? - Yes.
We pulled the files on whoever may have had access or authority at Severnaya.
The top name on the list's an old friend of yours, I understand.
Ourumov. They made him a general.
He sees himself as the next "iron man of Russia".
Our political analysts say he doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.
The same analysts who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist?
Who said the helicopter posed no threat and wasn't worth following?
You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods.
You think I'm an accountant, more interested in numbers than your instincts.
- The thought had occurred to me. - Good.
Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur,
a relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me,
obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
- Point taken. - Not quite, 007.
If you think I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are wrong.
I've no compunction about sending you to your death.
But I won't do it on a whim, even with your cavalier attitude towards life.
I want you to find GoldenEye.
Find who took it, what they plan to do with it, and stop it.
If you come across Ourumov, guilty or not, don't run off on a vendetta.
Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.
- You didn't get him killed. - Neither did you. Don't make it personal.
Never.
Bond.
Come back alive.
ST. PETERSBURG RUSSIA
(knock at door)
Good morning, General Ourumov.
Defense Minister Mishkin... Gentlemen.
Please, deliver your report.
72 hours ago, secret weapon GoldenEye was detonated over Severnaya.
As head of Space Division, I personally undertook the investigation.
I have concluded this crime was committed
by Siberian separatists seeking to create political unrest.
Regrettably, the peaceful work and the hard-currency earnings of Severnaya
have been set back by several years.
- Therefore, I tender my resignation. - (murmuring)
It seems the council does not want your head, Arkady Grigorovich.
Merely your assurance that there are no other GoldenEyes.
I can give you that assurance, Defense Minister.
And what of the two missing Severnaya technicians?
I was aware only of the one. Boris Grishenko.
There was a girl also, whose body was not among the dead.
Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova. A level-two programmer.
I will investigate immediately.
It would seem presumptuous to blame this incident on Siberian separatists
before the whereabouts of your own people are determined.
- Do you agree? - Yes, Defense Minister.
Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
That will be all.
Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
Hunting.
Right. Now pay attention, 007.
First, your new car. BMW. Agile, five forward gears, all-points radar.
Self-destruct system. And, naturally, all the usual refinements.
Now, this I'm particularly proud of.
Behind the headlights, Stinger missiles.
Excellent. Just the thing for unwinding after a rough day.
Need I remind you, 007, that you have a license to kill,
not to break the traffic laws.
- I wouldn't think of it. - Good.
Let's get on to more practical matters.
A typical leather belt. Male, size 34, buckle, notch.
- Have you finished? - Yes.
- Good. A typical leather belt... - I'm familiar with that device.
Not one with a 75-foot rappelling cord built into the buckle.
Fire, and out shoots a piton,
followed by a high-tensile wire designed to support your weight.
I see. And what if I need additional support?
It's tested for one, 007.
(man gasps)
Flight 878 to St. Petersburg.
X-ray document scanner.
A pen. This is a class 4 grenade.
Three clicks arms the four-second fuse.
Another three disarms it.
- How long did you say the fuse was? - Grow up, 007.
- "The pen is mightier than the sword." - Thanks to me, it is.
Look, let's ask Freddie here to demonstrate for us.
Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three.
- Don't say it. - The writing's on the wall?
Along with the rest of him.
Now, 007, do please try and return...
Do please try and return some of this equipment in pristine order.
Don't touch that! That's my lunch.
- In London, April's a spring month. - What are you? The weatherman?
Another stiff-assed Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords.
One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.
Come on. My car's over there.
- After you. - Thank you.
Like you said, drop it.
In London, April's a spring month. In St. Petersburg, we freeze our butts off.
- Close enough for government work? - No.
- Show me the rose. - Please, no.
All right, all right, all right!
- "Muffy"? - Third wife.
- Jack Wade, CIA. - James Bond, stiff-assed Brit.
- That's a nice move. - Nice car.
Hasn't let me down yet. She's an ugly little bitch, but she gets you there.
Hey, Bond. Do you do any gardening?
(announcement in Russian over PA)
The St. Petersburg express has now arrived at Platform 3.
Can you hand me that wrench, Jimmy?
- So what do you know about Janus? - Zilch. Zipsky.
No one's ever seen him. But the man's connected up the kazoo.
KGB, military. Screwdriver.
Rumor has it he lives on one of those old Soviet missile trains.
That armored stuff they used to run around so we couldn't target 'em.
Wanna hand me that hammer, Jimbo?
No, the bigger one. The sledge.
Anyways, to tell the truth, you don't find this guy. He finds you.
Hell, it's all Russian Mafia.
Best thing I can do is point you in the direction of his competition.
(engine starts)
- Who is the competition? - An ex-KGB guy. Tough mother.
Got a limp on his right leg. Zukovsky.
- Valentin Dimiterveych Zukovsky? - Yeah.
- You know him? - I gave him the limp.
Yes?
- Are these all you have? - How many do you want?
24 for the American school, 11 for the Swedish.
IBM-compatible with 500 meg hard drives, CD-ROM and 14.4 modems.
- You pay dollars? - Of course.
If madam requires a demonstration...
Madam requires one demonstration model and a quiet place to test it.
Natalya!
- Is everything satisfactory? - Everything except the interruption.
(Wade) Let me get this straight, Jimmy.
You shot him in the leg, you stole his car, you took his girl.
And now you want Zukovsky to set you up with Janus?
- (Bond) Yes. - Are you gonna appeal to his heart?
- (Bond) No, his wallet. - That might work.
Showtime...
Valentin operates out of building 23 there. Are you sure you wanna do this?
Last guy who dropped in uninvited went home air freight - in very small boxes.
Make sure they send me home first class.
- (screams) - Natalya! It's me, Boris.
It's Boris. It's Boris. Hello.
Shh-shh-shh.
Another morning shot to hell.
Free-market economy! I swear it will be the end of me.
(gun cocks)
Walther PPK, 7.65mm.
Only three men I know use such a gun. I believe I've killed two of them.
- Lucky me. - I think not.
# Ooh-ahh
(out of tune) # And if you love him
# Oh, be so proud of him
# Cos, after all, he's just a man
# Stand by your man
James Bond...
Charming, sophisticated secret agent.
"Shaken, but not stirred."
I see you haven't lost your delicate sense of humor, Valentin.
Or your need for an audience.
- Who's strangling the cat? - Strangling a cat?
# Stand by your man
That is Irina, my mistress.
Very talented girl.
Irina! Take a hike!
- # ...man - # Stand by...
So, what is it that brings you to my neighborhood? Hm?
Still working for MI6, or have you joined the 21st century?
I hear the new M is a lady.
I want you to do me a favor.
He wants me to do him a favor.
My knee aches every single day. Twice as bad when it is cold.
Have you any idea how long the winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Dimitri.
- It depends... - Silence!
For an ex-KGB agent, you surprise me.
Surely you must have realized the skill was not to hit your knee, but to...
miss the rest of you.
- So why did you not kill me? - Call it professional courtesy.
Then I should extend you the same courtesy.
Kirov's funeral parlor, four o'clock this afternoon.
200 pounds of C4 explosives hidden in a casket.
Your man drives the hearse in, the money's exchanged,
their man drives the hearse out.
Their man will be arrested with the explosives.
Your man will make a miraculous escape with the money.
Your money.
And what do I owe for this accommodation?
I want you to set me up... with Janus.
- What has he done to deserve you? - Stole a helicopter.
- I have six. - Three. None that fly.
- Who's counting? - These aren't criminals but traitors.
They used the chopper to steal a nuclear weapon. Killed a lot of innocent Russians.
- What do you expect from a Cossack? - Who?
This Janus - I never met the man, but I know he's a Lienz Cossack.
The group that worked for the Nazis against the Russians.
At the end of the war the Lienz Cossacks surrendered to the British in Austria,
believing they would join them and wage war against the communists.
But the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin, who had them all shot.
Women, children, families.
Not exactly our finest hour.
Still, ruthless people. They got what they deserved.
I want you to set me up with Janus. Tell him I'm asking about the chopper.
Meet me at the Grand Hotel.
And then you and I are even and he owes me one.
Precisely.
You don't need the gun... Commander.
That depends on your definition of safe sex.
That's close enough.
Not for what I have in mind.
(Xenia shrieks)
(moans with pleasure)
Oh, you think you can hurt me?
(laughs)
(Bond gasps for breath)
(shrieks with pleasure)
You think you can break me?
(Bond roars)
Ah, yes! Yes! Yes!
(Xenia screams)
No, no, no.
No more foreplay.
- Take me to Janus. - Buliatch!
- This is it? - Yes.
Well, I must say, I've had a lovely evening.
- You? - Once again, the pleasure was all yours.
- You'll understand if I don't call. - I won't lose sleep over it.
Sweet dreams.
(clink)
(Alec) Hello, James.
- Alec. - Back from the dead.
No longer just an anonymous star on the Memorial Wall at MI6.