No, no, no.
No more foreplay.
Take me to Janus.
- This is it? - Yes.
Well, I must say, I've had a lovely evening. You?
Well, once again, the pleasure was all yours.
You'll understand if I don't call.
I won't lose sleep over it.
Sweet dreams.
Hello, James.
- Alec? - Back from the dead.
No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at Ml6.
What's the matter, James? No glib remark?
No pithy comeback?
Why?
Hilarious question, particularly from you.
Did you ever ask why?
Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes?
Only to come home: 'Well done, good job. But sorry, old boy.
Everything you risked your life and limb for has changed. '
- It was the job we were chosen for. - Of course you'd say that.
James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier...
defender of the so-called 'faith. '
Oh, please, James, put it away.
It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
Yes.
- I trusted you, Alec. - Trust?
What a quaint idea.
How did the Ml6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew.
We're both orphans, James.
But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident...
mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads.
But my father couldn't let himself, or my mother, live with the shame of it.
MI6 figured I was too young to remember.
And in one of life's little ironies...
the son went to work for the government whose betrayal...
caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
Hence, Janus.
The two-faced Roman god come to life.
It wasn't God who gave me this face, it was you...
setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
No. You're supposed to die for me.
Oh, by the way...
I did think of asking you to join my little scheme...
but somehow I knew...
007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend.
Closing time, James. Last call.
For England, James.
Wake up!
Mister!
Wake up, please!
- Wake up! - I'm here.
- I'm here! - Hurry!
Hurry up! Come out!
Pull yourself together! We're going to die!
Do something! Get us out of here!
I'm a little tied up... Never mind.
The things that we do for 'frequent flyer' mileage.
Here, let me help you.
That's it, mind your head.
Let me go!
Who are you?
Listen, I'm on your side. I'm here to help you.
- I don't know anything. - I don't believe you.
- I don't care what you believe. - Look!
They might be back for us any minute. You either take your chances with me...
or your fellow countrymen who killed everyone at Severnaya.
I've never been to Severnaya.
Your watch has. Frozen by the GoldenEye blast.
And I'm willing to bet you're the one who climbed up the dish to get out.
- Who are you? - I work for the British government.
And the more you tell me, the more I can help you.
- But I don't know anything! - Then let's start with what you do know.
My name is Natalya Simonova.
I was a systems programmer at Severnaya facility until...
Go on.
- Until they killed everyone. - Who? Alec Trevelyan?
No. I don't know who that is.
Who was the insider? Who was the traitor?
Boris. Boris Grishenko.
- KGB or military? - Computer programmer.
- There was no one else? - No.
They're going to kill me, aren't they?
Trust me.
Trust you? I don't even know your name.
Good morning, Mr. Bond.
Sit.
I'm Defense Minister Dimitri Mishkin.
So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
What, no small talk?
No chitchat? That's the trouble with the world today.
No one takes the time to do a sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art.
Your sense of humor doesn't slay me, Commander. I'm sorry.
- Where is the GoldenEye? - I assumed you had it.
I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and the helicopter they took.
That's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.
- Who was behind the attack on Severnaya? - Who had the authorization codes?
Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
- And what's the penalty for treason? - Stop it, both of you! Stop it!
You're like boys with toys.
It was Ourumov. General Ourumov set off the weapon.
I saw him do it.
Are you certain it was Ourumov?
Yes. He killed everyone and stole the GoldenEye.
And why would he do that?
There is another satellite.
Another GoldenEye?
Thank you, Miss Simonova.
You were saying something about the lost art of interrogation, Mr. Bond?
Defense Minister, I must protest!
This is my investigation. You are out of order.
From what I am hearing, it is you who's out of order!
- I have seen this gun before. - Put it down.
- In the hand of our enemy. - Put it down, General!
Do you even know who the enemy is, Dimitri?
- Do you? - Guard!
Defense Minister Dimitri Mishkin...
murdered by a British agent, James Bond.
Himself shot while trying to escape. Guards!
Come on!
They're in the archives!
Down!
Spread out! Cover the other side!
Trust me.
Go now!
Faster!
Damn it!
Down the alley!
Use the bumper! That's what it's for!
What was that?
Go left!
Get out!
Either you've brought me the perfect gift, General Ourumov...
or you've made me a very unhappy man.
Mishkin got to them before I could.
Bond is alive?
He escaped.
Good for Bond. Bad for you.
Take a seat, my dear.
You know, James and I shared everything.
Absolutely everything.
To the victor go the spoils.
You'll like it where we're going.
You may even learn to like me.
Stay with her.
Bond.
Only Bond.
He's going to derail us.
Full speed!
Full speed! Ram him!
Why can't you just be a good boy and die?
You first.
You... second.
Up!
Situation analysis: Hopeless.
You have no backup, no escape route.
And I have the only bargaining chip.
Where is she?
Oh, yes. Your fatal weakness.
Ourumov, bring her in.
Lovely girl.
Tastes like... like strawberries.
- I wouldn't know. - I would.
So, back where we started, James.
Your friend or the mission.
Drop the gun. I'll let her live.
Ourumov, what has this Cossack promised you?
You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack.
- It's in the past. - He'll betray you!
- Just like everyone else. - Is this true?
What's true is that in 48 hours you and I will have more money than God.
And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service...
with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
So, what's the choice, James?
Two targets. Time enough for one shot.
The girl, or the mission?
Kill her. She means nothing to me.
See you in hell, James.
One-inch armor plating.
I'm fine, thank you very much!
- Boris, yes! - What are you doing?
Boris is on-line, backing up his files.
If I can spike him, I might be able to find out where they're going.
But don't stand there! Get us out of here!
Yes, sir.
Good luck with the floor, James.
I set the timers for six minutes... the same six minutes you gave me.
It was the least I could do for a friend.
- What does that mean? - We've got three minutes.
What else do you call your butt?
- What? - It's Boris' password.
He plays word games: 'What I sit on, but I don't take it with me. '
- Chair. - Like I said.
Thirty seconds.
He's not in Russia, Germany, Paris, London, Madrid.
Twenty-five seconds.
New York, Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco.
Twenty seconds!
Mexico City, Rio, Miami.
- Come on! - Wait!
He's in Cuba, Havana. No.
Now!
Do you destroy every vehicle you get into?
Standard operating procedure.
'Boys with toys. '
Maybe I should take care of the transportation for our trip to Cuba.
Our trip?
Do you know how to disarm the weapon?
I suppose that depends on what kind of weapon you're talking about disarming.
So, tell me.
Are there any other standard operating procedures...
I should be aware of, Commander?
Thousands.
But I only pay them...
lip service.
My whole life, I dreamed about coming to the Caribbean.
It's so beautiful.
Not another human being in sight.
What is it with you and moving vehicles?
Yo, Jimbo!
Brought a little gift from old what's-his-name, uh, T, Z...?
- Q. - Yeah.
- What are you doing here, Wade? - Banyan trees.
I am not here.
The CIA has no knowledge, no involvement, absolutely nothing to do...
with your insertion into Cuba, if you catch my drift.
Yes, I do, perfectly.
Borrowed the plane from a friend of mine in the DEA.
Now, the Coast Guard and the FAA are both in the loop.
You're cleared on our radar for 0600 hours.
Here's the latest Sat-Int from Langley.
- Stay below 600 feet. - 500 feet.
- Who's that? - Natalya Siminova.
Natalya Simonova.
Russian Minister of Transportation.
Did you check her out?
- Head to toe. - Right.
So, you're looking for a dish the size of a football field, huh?
Doesn't exist. You can't light a cigar in Cuba without us seeing it.
I know it's there.
It's a duplicate of Severnaya, like your secret transmitters in New Zealand.
I've never been to New Zealand. How'd she know about that?
What if I need backup?
Get on the radio. I'll send in the Marines.
Anyway, hang a left at the end of the runway.
- Cuba's 80 miles on your right. - Yo, Wade.
Just one thing: Don't push any of the buttons on that car.
- I was going to go bombing around in it. - Exactly.
Yo, James, I got faith. But be careful. He knows you're coming.
He was your friend, Trevelyan?
And now he's your enemy and you will kill him.
It is that simple?
In a word, yes.
Unless he kills you first.
- Natalya... - You think I'm impressed?
All of you with your guns, your killing, your death. For what?
So you can be a hero?
- All the heroes I know are dead. - Natalya, listen to me.
How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?
It's what keeps me alive.
No.
It's what keeps you alone.
James?
Yes?
On the train...
when you told him to kill me and I meant nothing to you...
did you mean it?
Yes.
Basic rule: Always call their bluff.
No.
Turn ten degrees south, bearing one-eight-four.
Yes, sir.
Nothing. There is nothing here.
Let's make another pass.
Maybe Wade was right. There is no dish.
Natalya.
This time, Mr. Bond, the pleasure will be all mine.
Wait for your turn.
She always did enjoy a good squeeze.
Is the satellite in range?
- Six minutes. - Prepare the dish.
No! It's too early. I am not ready.
Do it!
No wonder we couldn't see it.
Come on.
The world's greatest cash card.
It had better not be rejected.
- Mischa is on-line. - Sir.
Kill him!
The man just won't take a hint.
- Target coordinates? - The target is London.
He's getting ready to signal the satellite.
- How do you stop it? - The transmitter above the antenna...
Antenna in position.
On my count.
Three... two... one.
God save the Queen.
The mainframe computer.
Don't move.
James! What an unpleasant surprise.
- We aim to please. - Where's the girl?
Find her!
So, how is old Q?
Up to his usual tricks?
The watch.
A new model.
Still press here, do I?
Interesting setup, Alec.
You break into the Bank of England via computer...
and then transfer the money electronically...
just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye...
which erases any record of the transactions.
- Ingenious. - Thank you, James.
But it still boils down to petty theft.
In the end, you're just a bank robber.
Nothing more than a common thief.
You always did have a small mind, James.
It's not just erasing bank records.
It's everything on every computer in Greater London:
Tax records, the stock market, credit ratings, land registries...
criminal records.
In 16 minutes and 43 sec...
No, 42 seconds... the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age.
A worldwide financial meltdown.
And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world 50 years on.
Oh, please, James. Spare me the Freud.
I might as well ask you if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams...
of all the men you've killed.
Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women...
for all the dead ones you failed to protect.
England is about to learn the cost of betrayal...
inflation-adjusted for 1945.
- Welcome to the party, my dear. - Natalya!
Don't ever do that again!
This is not one of your games, Boris.
Real people will die! You pathetic little worm.
She was in the mainframe. Check the computer.
She's a moron. A second-level programmer.
She works on the guidance system.
She doesn't even have access to the firing codes.
Retrorockets firing!
What the hell's happening?
We will have re-entry in... 12 minutes!
- It will burn up over the Atlantic. - Deal with it!
She changed the access codes!
Well, then she can fix it.
Go ahead, shoot him. He means nothing to me.
I can do it!
- I can break her codes. - Then get on with it!
Tell him, now!
Give me the codes, Natalya! Give them to me!
- Can Boris break your codes? - Possibly.
Possibly?
We have to destroy the transmitter.
By the way, I'm fine, thank you very much.
Do you know how to use one of these?
Yes.
Good. Stay out of sight.
- How long? - Two minutes. One minute.
- Guard! - I'm fixing it!
If he moves, kill him.
Yes! I am invincible!
You know, James... I was always better.
Alpha One to Gunship.
Alpha One to Gunship!
Speak to me!
For England, James?
No.
For me.
Yes! I am invincible!
James! James!
Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
Suppose someone is watching?
No. There's no one within 25 miles, believe me.
Yo, Jimbo!
Is this supposed to be your idea of, uh, coming through in a clinch?
It's tobacco plants. I said I'd be here, huh?
Yo! Marines!
Maybe you two would like to finish debriefing each other at Guantanamo.
- You ready? - I'm not going on a helicopter with you.
No plane, no train, nothing that moves.
Darling, what could possible go wrong, eh?