(# "James Bond Theme")
A TERRORIST ARMS BAZAAR ON THE RUSSIAN BORDER
(man) Our man's in position on the center camera.
It's like a terrorist supermarket.
Chinese Long March Scud, Panther AS-565 attack helicopter,
a pair of Russian mortars, and the crates look like American rifles.
Chilean mines, German explosives. Fun for the whole family.
IDs.
- White Knight, show us the pawns. - You see, he did get through, Admiral.
- Start with that chap in the middle. - Load the ID program.
- Database ID search. - Checking the databases.
We've got our first match: Satoshi Isagura. Wanted for the Tokyo subway attack.
Currently working for the insurgent force in Zaire.
Henry Gupta. American. Practically invented techno-terrorism.
Started out as a student radical at Berkeley in the '60s.
Now he sells his politics for cash.
- Zoom in on that, can you? - Looks like an American encoder.
They use it to control navigation satellites - the GPS system.
I wonder, will the CIA be more upset that they lost it or that we found it?
- Excuse me. Admiral? - Thank you, M. We've seen enough.
This is now a military operation.
You saw the Gatling gun? Are your troops prepared for that kind of fire power?
We have election in Moscow next week.
The president said any loss of life is unacceptable.
We'll take the naval option. One strike, we take out half the world's terrorists.
- Admiral Roebuck, I must protest. - Get me the Chester.
- Let's not waste time. - My man isn't finished.
Black King to White Bishop. Authorization to fire.
Get your man out of there. His job is over.
Weapons authorized. Prepare to fire.
On my count. Five, four, three, two, one.
Missile away.
Time to target: 4 minutes 8 seconds.
White Knight, four minutes to impact. Get out of there.
Yes, I know what it is. It's on the screen in front of me. It's a Jeep in front of a plane.
- Now get the hell out of there. - What the hell's going on?
- You will not wait. That's an order. - What is your man waiting for?
White Knight.
Oh, my God.
Those are Soviet SB-5 nuclear torpedoes.
- If the cruise hits them... - Order them to abort the missile.
HMS Chester. Urgent.
Abort missile. Abort missile.
- Abort missile. - Abort missile.
Captain, missile out of range. Unable to destroy.
- White Knight... - Alert NATO, the Pentagon.
- Will it trigger the torpedoes? - It might, but even if does not,
there's enough plutonium to make Chernobyl look like picnic.
Bloody hell. Can't you people keep anything locked up?
Evacuate your troops and get him out of there now.
White Knight, come in. White Knight, come in.
- Keep trying, damn it. - White Knight, come in.
Repeat: come in, White Knight.
Filthy habit.
I've got the encoder.
- What the hell is he doing? - His job.
He's going for the bombs.
Get that Jeep.
Get out of it, James.
One minute to impact.
30 seconds to impact.
(Bond gags)
(beeping)
Back-seat driver.
White Knight to White Rook.
I've evacuated the area.
Ask the admiral where he'd like his bombs delivered.
(cheers and laughter)
(# "Tomorrow Never Dies" performed by Sheryl Crow)
# Darling, I'm killed
# I'm in puddle on the floor
# Waiting for you to return
# Oh, what a thrill
# Fascinations galore
# How you tease, how you leave me to burn
# It's so deadly, my dear
# The power of having you near
# Until the day
# Until the world falls away
# Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
# I see it in your eyes
# Tomorrow never dies
# Darling, you've won
# It's no fun
# Martinis, girls and guns
# It's murder on our love affair
# But you bet your life every night
# While you're chasing the morning light
# You're not the only spy out there
# It's so deadly, my dear
# The power of wanting you near
# Until the day
# Until the world falls away
# Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
# I see it in your eyes
# Tomorrow never dies
Sound the general alarm.
(alarm)
(PA) The ship has been overflown by two Chinese MiGs.
We believe they have hostile intent. Hands to action stations.
(in Chinese) HMS Devonshire. This is your last warning.
You are in Chinese territorial waters.
Officer of the Watch, maximum speed. Come left 40 degrees.
Aye aye, sir. Revolutions 160, course 20...
Are they insane?
Sir, the Chinese pilot insists that we are only eleven miles off their coast
and he will fire if we don't turn around and go to a Chinese port.
Send this: "We are in international waters and will defend ourselves if attacked."
Copy all this to the admiralty - urgent.
Are we absolutely sure of our position?
Yes, sir. An exact satellite fix.
CARVER MEDIA GROUP NETWORK HAMBURG
Captain, we are ready to launch.
Shut down the engines. Maintain full silence.
A Stealth ship may be invisible to radar, but the sea drill isn't.
We'll launch next time the MiGs fly by.
The British will think it's a Chinese aerial torpedo.
I should report in.
Stamper to Hamburg. Phase one is in progress.
I'll report back to you with an update.
- The MiGs are making another pass. - Let's start the show.
Sea drill in position.
Start the drill.
Release it.
(buzzer sounds)
Green 3-0. Torpedo, torpedo, torpedo.
Officer of the Watch, come hard right, 141.
There's been no sonar contact, sir. The MiGs must have dropped it.
Bearing steady. It's gonna hit, sir.
Brace, brace, brace.
(alarm)
- Target 1200. - Knock, knock.
(juddering)
Let's go upstairs.
Turn left.
Now they're wondering why it hasn't exploded.
Full damage report.
Back-up power immediately.
- Switch to alternate supply. - Three generators are down, sir.
- Flooding on foredeck aft. - We're down 14 degrees by the stern.
Yeoman, send to admiralty: "Have been torpedoed by Chinese MiGs. Sinking."
Give them our position.
Right. Abandon ship.
Abandon ship. Abandon ship.
One missile at the MiGs.
(speaks anxiously)
Their last broadcast, sir.
Mr. Gupta's little trick with the encoder worked.
They gave their final position 70 miles from here.
The British navy will never find them.
(radio communication)
Survivors in the water.
Mr. Stamper. I'm having fun with my headlines.
I need to know the exact number of survivors.
I'm late for a meeting. Make sure you use the right kind of ammunition.
Yes, sir.
Delicious.
Start the recovery operation. Send our divers down to the Devonshire.
Mr. Gupta, phase one is complete.
Good morning, my golden retrievers.
What havoc shall the Carver Media Group create in the world today?
News.
Floods in Pakistan, riots in Paris and a plane crash in California.
Excellent. Mr. Jones, are we ready to release our new software?
Yes, sir. As requested, it's full of bugs.
People will be forced to upgrade for years.
Outstanding. Mr. Wallace, call the president.
Tell him if he doesn't sign the bill lowering the cable rates,
we'll release the video of him with the cheerleader in the motel room.
Inspired, sir.
- After he signs, release the tape anyway. - Consider him slimed.
Excuse me.
- He's on transponder seven. - Mr. Stamper.
Phase two is under way. I have the video tape.
I haven't seen it myself, but I'm told the footage is excellent.
Plus there were 17 survivors for your headlines.
Good work, Stamper.
- Thank you. - Don't mention it.
Make sure you keep it in a safe place.
Gentlemen and ladies, hold the presses.
This just in.
By a curious quirk of fate, we have the perfect story
with which to launch our satellite news network tonight.
It seems a small crisis is brewing in the South China Seas.
I want full newspaper coverage, I want magazine stories, I want books,
I want films, I want TV, I want radio.
I want us on the air 24 hours a day. This is our moment!
And a billion people around this planet will watch it, hear it and read about it
from the Carver Media Group.
There's no news like bad news.
(woman, in Danish) I am pleased with your progress, Mr. Bond.
(Bond, in Danish) I've always enjoyed studying a new tongue, Professor.
One might say you have a natural ability.
But practice makes perfect.
(cellphone rings)
How do you say "I'm not here" in Danish?
- Just ignore it. - Those are words...
they just don't have in their vocabulary.
- Bond here. - (man) Go to a secure line, 007.
Going to scrambler, channel... four.
- That ship was in international waters. - We can't be certain.
James? Where are you?
Oh, Moneypenny. Erm...
I'm just up here at Oxford, brushing up on a little Danish.
Little?
I'm afraid you'll have to kiss off your lesson.
We've got a situation at the MOD.
- We're sending the fleet to China. - Uh-huh.
- I'll be there... in an hour. - Make that 30 minutes.
Goodbye, my sweet.
You always were a cunning linguist, James.
- Don't ask. - Don't tell.
That's preposterous. We know exactly where that ship was.
The GPS system - global positioning satellites do not lie.
Yes, but our Singapore station picked up a mysterious signal
on the GPS frequency at the time of the attack.
- It could have sent that ship off course. - I have a missing frigate.
- I'm aware of that. - We need decisive action.
My goal is to prevent World War III, Admiral.
Sending an armada into the area is not the best way to do it.
Where exactly did this mysterious GPS signal come from?
- We're still investigating. - Investigating!
Sometimes I don't think you have the balls for this job.
Perhaps. The advantage is, I don't have to think with them all the time.
That's enough. Now where do we stand?
It was an unprovoked attack on a ship in international waters.
We send in the fleet for recovery and prepare for full retaliation.
Moderation. We investigate and stop short of sending the entire British navy
within ten minutes of the world's largest air force.
- When will our ships be in position? - 48 hours.
Christ! The press are already screaming for blood.
The last thing we want to do is escalate the situation.
I'm afraid it may be too late to worry about that.
"17 British sailors murdered"?
"According to Vietnamese officials who recovered the bodies,
the victims were killed by the ammunition used by the Chinese air force."
- Did you leak this? - No.
- It's the first I've heard of it. - Well, this settles it.
We send in the fleet. M, you have 48 hours to investigate.
(sirens)
There is one strange thing.
Our contact in Saigon said the Vietnamese only found our sailors three hours ago.
How'd they get the paper out so fast?
Somebody at Tomorrow knew before the Vietnamese did.
How much do you know about Elliot Carver, 007?
Worldwide media baron. Able to topple governments with a single broadcast.
Carver owns that newspaper Tomorrow.
I didn't tell the minister, but that signal came from one of Carver's satellites.
The PM would have my head if he knew you were investigating him.
I'm sending you to Hamburg, to a party at Carver's media center.
Celebrating the launch of a new satellite.
Now he has the ability to reach every human being on the earth.
Except the Chinese, who've refused broadcast rights.
James, your ticket, cover story and rental-car reservation.
Sign here, please.
I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris.
That was a long time ago, M. Before she was married.
- I didn't realize it was public knowledge. - Queen and country, James.
Your job is to find out if Carver or someone in his organization
sent that ship off course and why.
Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver, if necessary.
- I doubt if she'll remember me. - Remind her.
Then pump her for information.
You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.
If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny.
(PA) Security announcement. Passengers must not leave baggage unattended.
- Guten Tag. Kann ich Ihnen helfen? - Ja. Mein Büro hat ein Auto reserviert.
- Einen Moment, bitte. - Dankeschön.
If you'd just sign here, Mr. Bond.
It's the insurance damage waiver for your beautiful new car.
- Will you need collision coverage? - Yes.
- Fire? - Probably.
- Property destruction? - Definitely.
- Personal injury? - I hope not, but accidents do happen.
They frequently do with you.
Well, that takes care of the normal wear and tear.
Do I need any other protection?
Only from me, 007, unless you bring that car back in pristine order. Shall we?
Your new BMW 750.
All the usual refinements - machine guns, rockets and the GPS tracking system.
(woman) Please fasten seat belt and obey all instructions for a safe trip.
Thought you'd pay more attention to a female voice.
I think we've met.
I'm not interested in your sordid escapades. Let's get on with it, shall we?
Your new telephone. Talk here. Listen here.
So that's what I've been doing wrong all these years.
It also includes a fingerprint scanner and a 20,000-volt security system.
And this I am particularly proud of: the remote control for your car.
Tap twice. One, two.
(engine starts)
Now, draw your finger very slowly across the pad...
to drive the car.
(bump)
It's surprisingly difficult to drive, but with practice...
Well, let's see how she responds to my touch, eh, Q?
(brakes squeal)
- I think we understand each other. - Grow up, 007.
(woman) Attention. Engine running. Please shut door now.
(in German) Don't let her push you around.
Anyway, there's absolutely no truth in this malicious rumor
that I started running mad-cow disease stories
simply because Sir Angus Black, the great British beef baron,
lost £10,000 to me in a game of poker and refused to pay up.
(laughter)
There's even less truth in the rumor
I took 100 million francs from the French to keep the stories running for a year.
Excuse me, Mr. Carver. This is the new banker, Mr...
Bond. James Bond.
Another new banker. I seem to collect them.
Tell me, Mr. Bond, how is the market reacting to the crisis?
Currencies are off. Your stock is soaring.
I don't believe we've met. Elliot Carver.
Wai Lin. I'm from the New China News Agency.
- I don't recall your name on the guest list. - I have a confession.
It's not. I snuck in.
- Why would you do that, my dear? - I wanted to meet you.
Outstanding. I admire a woman who takes the initiative.
- You should work in my Beijing bureau. - Mr. Carver, you have no Beijing bureau.
Call me Elliot.
(# "It Had To Be You" being played on piano)
I always wondered how I'd feel if I ever saw you again.
(women gasp)
Now I know. Was it something I said?
How about the words "I'll be right back"?
- Something came up. - Something always came up.
- And how are you, Paris? - Much better now. We're even.
Something to drink, Mrs. Carver?
Mr. Bond will have a vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.
Mrs. Carver will have a tequila. Straight shot.
No. Mrs. Carver will have a glass of Mr. Carver's champagne.
- I see you've moved up in the world. - And tonight you're a banker.
I saw the guest list.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
- To you. - No. To the gun.
- I take it this isn't a social visit. - Your husband may be in trouble.
"The Emperor of the air." If you think of going after him, you're the one in trouble.
Perhaps, but it's either him or someone in his organization.
I see. And you figured you could charm the dirt out of me.
- No. That wasn't my plan. - Good.
If it comes to a choice between you and Elliot, I've made my bed.
You don't sleep in it any more.
There you are.
Darling.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
I want you to meet Wai Lin, New China News Agency.
- Hello, Mrs. Carver. - It's a pleasure.
- And this is James Bond. - I didn't realize you knew each other.
- We're old friends. - Casual acquaintances.
He dated my roommate in Zürich.
I'm thinking of getting Wai Lin behind a news desk.
That's wonderful. I'm sure she won't resist too much.
I was just wondering about your satellites, the way you positioned yourself globally.
They're merely tools for information, Mr. Bond.
Or disinformation.
Say, if you wanted to manipulate the course of governments. Or people.
Or even a ship.
(chuckles)
That's very interesting, Mr. Bond.
You have a vivid imagination for a banker.
I should commission you to write a novel.
Heavens, no. I'd be lost at sea. Adrift.
Mr. Carver?
Hmm?
Ah. It's time to begin the festivities.
Excuse me. Darling?
- So, how do you really know him? - I told you. He's a banker I met in Zürich.
You're a terrible liar, dear.
I... have a problem with a banker.
Could I see you a moment?
Ladies and gentlemen, meine Damen und Herren,
Mr. Carver's broadcast will be starting in ten minutes in the main studio.
Exactly what kind of banking do you specialize in, Mr. Bond?
Hostile takeovers. Shall we?
Carver must feel at home in a room like this.
It's nice to talk to the world.
Looks like there's someone who wants to talk to you.
Mr. Bond, you have an urgent phone call.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in five, four, three, two...
Good evening. Tonight's broadcast was supposed to be a celebration
marking the completion of the Carver Global Satellite Network.
But, as you're well aware, terrible conflict looms tonight in the South China Sea,
which, unchecked, has the potential to destroy every human being on earth.
I want to assure my viewers that I, Elliot Carver...
This way, please.
...have spoken with the prime minister in London and the chairman in Beijing
and have offered my services as an impartial...
It's a soundproof room, Mr. Bond. Nobody hears you scream.
Herr Stamper, we have made contact.
Make him uncomfortable. I'll be there in a few moments.
...with its printing presses that run 24 hours a day
and its satellite facilities linking every last...
You seem very concerned about Mr. Carver's business.
He wants to know why.
Why did I do it, you ask.
The answer is simple: power.
The power to illuminate the far corners of the globe, not for higher profits,
but for higher understanding between the people of this great planet.
Put him in the chair. Maybe we play a number on his head.
And what do I expect in return? Worldwide domination.
Complete, utter, total worldwide domination.
But not over governments or religion or ideology.
Over tyranny and isolation and ignorance.
(speech continues)
Herr Stamper... Herr Stamper... Herr Stamper!
...tonight I offer you my declaration of principles,
a promise to the men and women of this planet,
my brothers and sisters, whom I so humbly serve.
I promise to report the news without fear or favor.
I promise to be a force for good in this world.
Fighting injustice, crushing intolerance, battling inhumanity...
It's time for...
a station break.
That is the goal of the Carver Media Group Network.
- What's happening? - We've lost power. We're off the air.
Meine Damen und Herren, bleiben Sie ruhig.
Es gibt eine kleine Störung. Wir machen gleich weiter.
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm. There's no need to exit.
We will go on in a few minutes' time.
What do you mean, you don't know? You're fired! Out of my sight!
(sighs)
And, in a rather embarrassing note,
scrappy media mogul Elliot Carver was cut off the air tonight in mid-speech
during the inaugural broadcast of his worldwide satellite network.
Sorry, Elliot, but... we didn't do it.
Glorious evening, wasn't it?
Come on, Elliot. Ignore those people. Sometimes these things happen.
Not to me. Not to me!
When I was 16, I went to work for a newspaper in Hong Kong.
It was a rag, but the editor taught me one important lesson.
The key to a great story is not who or what or when,
but why.
Your friend, Mr. Bond, made a mess tonight.
- I want to know why. - I told you, I barely know him.
Barely?
(door opens)
I was curious who Carver would send.
He's onto you.
Well, we know where you stand.
You made your bed.
I'm standing in your doorway.
Then turn around and go home.
You can tell him you didn't get anything out of me.
That's it? Go home?
I didn't ask you to get involved in this.
It's too late for that.
Why did you marry him?
He told me he loved me.
That always sounds good.
Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary?
I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.
What was it, James?
Did I get too close?
Did I get too close for comfort?
Yes.
(Paris) I missed you.
- What did you find? - I hacked into the mainframe at the bank.
They're using an SSL2 encryption, 128...
Spare me the techno-babble, please.
Bond's got a perfect employment record. He's crossed every t, he's dotted every i.
- Which means? - Government agent.
I call it "Gupta's Law of Creative Anomalies".
If it sounds too good to be true, it always is.
Do you think my wife knows?
There's a lot of garbage, but if you dial down the ambient noise...
(Paris) Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
Play it again.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
I think we should set an appointment for my wife with the doctor.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
- I have to go. - No, you don't.
I can get you out of the country in four hours.
I have no choice. No one can protect me from him. Not even you.
- You do have a choice. - Only if you let him go.
I can't do that.
He has a secret lab on the top floor. There's an emergency hatch in the roof.
- You don't have to do this. - It's the easiest way to get in.
Don't argue with me, James.
You know...
this job of yours...
It's murder on relationships.
(whirring)
(Gupta) Until I get back next week,
I want two guards outside this office 24 hours a day.
- (knocking) - Nobody gets in. Got it?
I get it.
What do we do with the satellite?
Send this thing off to the launch site. And be careful. It's worth $300 million.
You break it, you bought it. Understand?
I hate traveling.
(beeps)
(alarm goes off)
- Looking for a news story? - (men shout)
(alarm)
(machine-gun fire)
Argh!
(alarm siren)
They'll print anything these days.
(bell ringing)
(cellphone rings)
Yes?
Good morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver.
I believe you've got two items that belong to me.
What are you talking about?
The red box, Mr. Bond.
And my wife, in your hotel room.
He's coming.
(woman) Fingerprint ID accepted.
Please select security-system level.
Tell me if you find the encoder. Call me immediately.
Ja.
(news on TV)
And in breaking news: it is with great sadness that we announce the death
of Paris Carver, who has become an international figure
since she became the wife of Elliot Carver, chairman of this network.
According to police officials in Hamburg, Germany,
Mrs. Carver was found dead this morning
in a hotel suite in that city in unusual circumstances.
- Police refused to elaborate. - (Bond groans)
- A coroner has been called for... - Paris.
...to deliver his full report within the next three days.
Her body was discovered along with the body of an unidentified man,
who appeared to be the victim of a self-inflicted gun wound...
(click)
I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond.
Stand up, slowly.
Drop your gun und kick it toward me, ja?
Good. Now, lie down on the bed next to Mrs. Carver.
This story will be on the news in an hour.
- Tomorrow's news today. - Just so.
Ow!
My name is Dr. Kaufman.
I am an outstanding pistol marksman. Take my word for it, ja?
Get the sledgehammers.
She struggled terribly, Mr. Bond.
It's a pity you got her involved in all this.
It won't look like a suicide if you shoot me from there.
I am a professor of forensic medicine.
Believe me, I could shoot you from Stuttgart und still create the proper effect.
Herr Stamper.
My art is in great demand, Mr. Bond. I go all over the world.
I am especially good at the celebrity overdose.
But now I am afraid, Mr. Bond, that our little...
- (radio interference) - Agh, Stamper!
Stop yelling in my ear, ja?
Sir, they can't get into the car.
You can't be serious. Did you call the Auto Club?
Do you wanna call them? Make him tell you how to open it.
OK, I ask.
This is very embarrassing. It seems there is a red box in your car.
They can't get to it. They want me to make you unlock the car.
I feel like an idiot. I don't know what to say.
I am to torture you if you don't do it.
- You have a doctorate in that, too? - No, no.
This is more like a hobby. But I am very gifted.
I believe you.
- My cellphone opens the car... - No, no, Mr. Bond. I do it, ja?
Recall, three, send.
Argh!
Wait. I'm just a professional doing a job.
Me too.
(siren approaching)
Dr. Kaufman.
(engine starts)
(yelling and choking)
(machine-gun fire)
(woman) Welcome. Please fasten seat belt.
Reduce speed. Pedestrians in roadway.
(gunshots)
Driver alert. Obstruction ahead. Reduce speed now.
(yells in German)
Reminder: unsafe driving will void warranty.