Look, what is this? I am supposed to..
I am Zao.
You.. are late.
Mr. Van Bierk.
- I am looking forward to this meeting. - Me too.
My African military friends owe you many thanks, colonel Moon.
Few men have the guts to trade conflict diamonds...
since the UN's embargo.
I know all about the UN. I studied at Oxford and Harvard.
Majored in "western hypocrisy".
With your modest little collection of cars, I would never have guessed.
- Show me the diamonds. - Show me the weapons.
Hiding weapons in the de-militarized zone
it's a bit of a mine field out there.
America's cultural contribution.
One million land mines...
and my hovercrafts float right over them.
RPG's, flame throwers, automatic weapons and enough ammunition to run a small war.
My diamonds.
- Don't blow it all at once. - No, I have special plans for this consignment.
His name is James Bond. A British assassin.
Mr. Van Bierk, let me show you something.
Our new tank buster.
Depleted uranium shells, naturally.
Naturally.
How do you propose to kill me now?
Mr. Bond.
It's pathetic. You British still believe you have the right to police the world.
But, you will not live to see the day all Korea is ruled by the north.
Then you and I have something in common.
Saved by the bell.
My son is dead.
I don't condone what they do here.
Tell it to the concierge.
Still you jest.
Defiant to the last.
Your people have abandoned you.
Your very existence denied.
Why stay silent?
It doesn't matter any more.
Things are out of my hands now.
We've reached the end, Mr. Bond
Spare me the unpleasantries.
50 years after the super powers carved Korea in two...
and then you arrive.
A British spy.
An assassin.
And now the hardliners have their proof we cannot trust the west.
You...
you took away my son.
You firing squad should have done the job for me.
I hoped...
a western education would help him become a bridge between our worlds.
But all it did was to corrupt him.
Let's get this over with, shall we?
My son had an ally in the west.
For the last time, who was it?
Who made him betray his country and his name?
The same person who betrayed me.
Turn around.
Start walking.
Keep walking, please.
Keep moving!
Zao...
I'm being traded...
for you.
- Your time will come. - Not as soon as yours.
Keep walking, please.
Look at him.
You'd think he was some kind of hero.
Let's go.
No biological agents in the prelim scan. He's clean.
Pulse 72. Blood pressure 120/80.
Indications of neurotoxins, histamines, serotonin and enzyme inhibitors.
Scorpion venom.
Note also traces of a venom anti-serum. They’d sting and then administer the antidote.
Yet his internal organs seem unaffected.
Liver not too good. It's definitely him then.
Good morning.
Welcome back.
Such hospitality.
You don't seem too pleased to see me.
If I'd had my way you'd still be in North Korea.
Your freedom came at too high a price.
Zao.
He tried to blow up a summit between South Korea and China.
Took out three Chinese agents before he was caught.
Now he is free.
I never asked to be traded.
I'd rather die in prison than let him loose.
You had your cyanide.
I threw it away years ago. What the hell is this all about?
The top American agent...
in the North Korean high command was executed a week ago.
The Americans intercepted a signal from your prison naming him.
- And they think it's me? - You were the only inmate.
They concluded you cracked under torture and were hemorrhaging information.
We had to get you out.
And what do you think?
With the drugs they were giving you, you wouldn't know what you did or didn't say.
I know the rules.
And number one is "no deals". Get caught and you're given up.
The mission was compromised.
Moon got a call exposing me.
He had a partner in the west, even his father knew about it.
Whether that's true or not, it's irrelevant.
No. It isn't.
The same person who set me up then, has just set me up again to get Zao out.
So I'm going after him.
The only place you're going is our evaluation center in the Falklands.
- 00 status rescinded. - Along with my freedom?
For as long as I deem necessary, yes.
You are no use to anyone now.
- He's gone into cardiac arrest. - Notify his superiors, now!
- He's flatlining... - Stand by...
200 joule... 300.
Get me some atropine.
You're loosing him!
Stand back!... Clear!
I'm checking out.
Thanks for the kiss of life.
Security breach on level 3.
All personnel, code red.
Apprehend and detain with force.
My usual suite, please.
Do you have a credit card?
Or any luggage, Sir?
Mr Bond. So good to see you. It's been a long time.
Mr. Chang.
Perhaps you could send up my tailor? And some food.
The lobster is good. With quail's eggs and sliced seaweed.
And if there's any left, a '61 Bollinger.
Of course.
- Been busy, have we, Mr. Bond? - Just surviving, Mr. Chang.
Just surviving.
I am Peaceful Fountains of Desire, the masseuse.
I come with compliments from the manager.
I'm sure you do, come in.
On the bed please, face down.
Yes, of course.
I'm not that kind of masseuse.
I'm not that kind of customer.
You think I haven't always known you're Chinese intelligence, Chang?
- Hong Kong is our turf now, Bond. - Yeah, don't worry about it.
I'm not here to take it back.
- Put your hands down.. - What the hell do you want?
Just to help you settle a score.
Zao killed three of your men.
You get me into North Korea, I'll take care of him for you.
What's in it for you?
A chance to get even.
Zao has information I need.
- I'll have to ask Beijing. - Do it. Now get out of here.
Unless you really want to give me a massage.
Ah, Mr. Bond.
A little thank you, from us.
Cuba?
It seems Mr. Zao has lost himself in Havana.
If you find him, say good bye from us.
With pleasure.
- I am here to pick up some delectados. - We haven't made delectados in 30 years.
I'm Universal Exports. Check with your boss.
Your passport, señor?
I come to think the delectados would never be smoked.
They are particularly hazardous for one's health, Mr..
Bond.
Mr. Bond.
- Do you know why? - It is the addition of the volado tobacco.
Slow burning.
It never goes out.
- Just like a sleeper. - Sorry for the rude awakening.
I love my country, Mr. Bond.
I'd never ask you to betray your people.
I'm after a North-Korean.
- A tourist? - A terrorist.
One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.
Zao has no interest in other people's freedom.
I still have some friends in high places.
Favors called in. Some dollars spread out.
We found your friend is here. On an island.
In Los Órganos.
There's a strange clinic run by Dr. Alvarez.
He leads the field in gene therapy.
Increasing the life expectancy of... our beloved leaders.
And of course, the richest westerners.
We may have lost our freedom in the revolution, but...
we have a health system second to none.
You don't seem to have done too badly under the revolution.
We all have our ways of getting by.
You'd be surprised how many government officials come to me...
for little reminders of the decadent times.
- Mind if I borrow these? - Please.
My sources tell me this Zao is very dangerous.
I wish I could give you more help.
I could use a fast car.
Mr. Crew, your admittance papers for the Alvarez clinic tomorrow.
About bloody time, Fidel!
Now round up some more girls, and take them to room 42.
Unless you want to be known as Fidel Castrato!
Magnificent view.
It is, isn't it?
Too bad it's lost on everybody else.
Mojito?
You should try it.
Jacinta Johnson.
- My friends call me Jinx. - My friends call me James Bond.
Jinx, you say?
Born on Friday 13th.
You believe in bad luck?
Let's just say, my relationships don't seem to last.
Mmm. I know the feeling.
You see, predators usually appear at sunset.
- And why is that...? - It's when their prey come out to drink.
Too strong for you?
I can learn to like it. If I had the time.
How much time have you got?
- Until dawn, what about you? - Oh, I'm just here for the birds.
- Ornithologist. - Ah, ornithologist, eh?
Wow, now there's a mouthful.
So you will be busy tonight with the owls, then huh?
No owls in Los Órganos.
Nothing to see till the morning.
Not out there, anyway.
So what do predators do, when the sun goes down?
They feast.
Like there's no tomorrow.
- Are you always this frisky? - I've been missing the touch of a good woman.
Who says I'm good?
What the hell do you want? I don't need a goddamned wheel chair.
No? You do now.
- Buenos Diaz. - Hola.
Okay.
- Buenos Diaz. - Hola.
So you are to have DNA-replacement therapy.
Let me explain the two phases.
First we kill off your bone marrow. Wipe the DNA slate clean.
Phase two, introduction of new DNA, harvested from healthy donors.
Orphans, runaways, people that won't be missed.
I like to think of myself as an artist.
And this is when I create.
Thank you.
It is a painful process, I'm afraid.
But all great art is.
I'll certainly enjoy working on you.
Of course, you know, most artists are only truly appreciated after they're dead.
"My name is Thomas Schiller. I'd like to open an account."
"I live in Hamburg. My parents died when I was 7."
Caught your attention.
Who is bankrolling your makeover, Zao?
Same person who set me up in North Korea, eh?
James. What's going on?
Jinx, you gotta get out of here now! Move!
You see, my friend. The chemical composition shows this is from Sierra Leone.
Conflict diamonds.
There's some kind of marking here.
- GG. - Let me see.
Oh yes.
From the Graves corporation in Iceland.
That's his laser signature.
A man called Gustav Graves, discovered diamonds there a year or so ago.
Yet they are identical to conflict diamonds.
What an amazing coincidence.
How can he escape from a British warship...
right in the middle of Hong Kong harbor, right under your nose?
- Interesting station, Moneypenny? - All I got was a storm warning.
You were supposed to throw away the key, not leave the door wide open.
Are you implying I had a hand in his escape, Mr. Falco?
- Well, Bond got away real fast, didn't he? - It is what he's trained to do.
Your boy's been very busy in his training. He shows up in Cuba and torches a clinic...
Listen, put your house in order, or we're gonna do it for you.
- Your drink, Sir. - Lucky I asked for it shaken.
- Looks like your man's not gonna make it. - Actually, he's right on time.
- What a wonderful day to become a knight. - Will you be using your title, Mr. Graves?
Oh, you know me, I'm proud of my adopted nation, but I'd never stand on ceremony.
After an entrance like that you can't be surprised...
you're being called a self-publicizing adrenaline junkie, can you?
I'd prefer the term "adventurer".
We've been hearing rumors about the Icarus space program.
What's the big secret?
It's not a secret, it's a surprise.
But don't worry, you'll soon be enlightened.
You seem to work 24/7. Is it true that you don't need sleep?
You only get one shot at life. Why waste it on sleep?
Aren't you trying out for a place in the British Olympic fencing team?
- We hear you have been training furiously. - I never get furious.
As they say in fencing, "what's the point".
Okay everybody, thank you very much. I'm sure you understand...
we don't want to keep her Majesty waiting any longer.
Verity? James Bond.
Your lesson.
I see you handle your weapon well.
I have been known to keep my tip up.
Do you mind? I think I've come undone.
Why not?
Feast your eyes on the finest plate in the club.
- Gustav Graves? - No, his publicist, Miranda Frost.
My protégé.
Gorgeous, isn't she?
She took the gold in Sydney.
- By default as I remember? - Default?
The one who beat her O.D.'d on steroids.
Miranda deserved that gold.
- And now she's teaching Graves how to win one. - He only plays for cash.
He's won so much, nobody else wants to fight him.
You want to meet him?
Absolutely.
Lead on.
- Gustav. - Verity.
- And Mr.? - Bond.
James Bond.
Have we met before?
Oh, I think I'd remember.
Of course you would. My mistake.
- Are you a gambling man, Mr. Bond? - If the stakes are right.
A thousand a point too much for you?
Care to place a bet, Verity?
No thanks.
I don't like cock fights.
Shall we?
Excuse me.
Best of three hits?
Positions. Ready? Play.
En garde.
Hit.
Positions.
Play.
Hit.
Two-nil. Do you want to continue?
Do you want to up the wager?
How much can you afford?
Let's play for this.
I picked it up in Cuba.
I believe it's one of yours.
My, my... you do get around.
But then, diamonds are for everyone.
Brilliant specimen.
Completely flawless.
And chemically identical to African conflict diamonds.
The you are about to lose something very precious.
Positions.
Ready? Play.
En garde.
Oh dear!
- You want to continue? - Of course I want to bloody continue!
But since we're upping the wager, let's up the weapon, shall we?
Let's do this the old fashioned way.
First blood drawn from the torso.
That is enough!
It's just a little sport, Miranda.
Seems you beat me, Mr. Bond.
Settle downstairs, shall we?
Miranda.
You are a rare challenge, Mr. Bond.
Lool, I'm putting up a little scientific demonstration in Iceland at the weekend.
Icarus?
Perhaps you could join us? Miranda, make the arrangements, would you?
Once I've smoothed things over with the club.
What would I do without you?
Can I expect the pleasure of you in Iceland?
I'm afraid you'll never have that pleasure, Mr. Bond.
Excuse me, commander Bond. Someone left this for you.
The place needed redecorating anyway.
I heard of this place.
Never thought I'd find myself here.
Some things are best kept underground.
An abandoned station for abandoned agents.
Your calling card.
So what have you got on Graves?
You burn me, and now you want my help.
What did you expect, an apology?
Oh I know, you'll do whatever it takes to get the job done.
Just like you.
The difference is, I don't compromise.
Well, I don't have the luxury of seeing things as black and white.
While you were away, the world changed.
Not for me.
You are suspicious of Graves, or I wouldn't be here right now.
So, what do you have?
Nothing, beyond the official biography.
Orphan, working in an Argentinean diamond mine, learns engineering,
makes a huge find in Iceland and gives half of it to charity.
From nothing to everything in no time at all.
And his demonstration this weekend?
Probably just another publicity stunt.
Now, tell me what you know about this Cuban clinic.
Gene therapy, new identities courtesy of DNA transplants.
So-called beauty parlor.
We heard rumors of such a place. I didn't think it really existed.
It doesn't anymore. Zao got away, but he left these behind.
All from Gustav Graves' mine.
I think it's a front for laundring African conflict diamonds.
We need to tread carefully.
Graves is politically connected.
Lucky I'm on the outside then.
Well, it seems you have become useful again.
Then maybe it's time you let me get on with my job.
I don't know if I've mentioned it, 007...
but a perfect marksman isn't really supposed to shoot his own boss.
Check the replay.
You'll find he's dead and she has only got a flesh wound.
There's always the excuse isn't there, 00 zero?
Give me the old firing range any day, Quartermaster.
Yes but it's called "the future", so get used to it.
So, this is where they keep the old relics then, eh?
I'll have you know this is where our most cutting-edge technology is developed.
Hmm, point taken.
Must you touch everything?
Does this still work?
Now look...
So where is this cutting edge stuff?
I'm trying to get to it.
Weapon, please.
One pane unbreakable glass,...
one standard issue ring finger.
Twist so... Voilà!
Ultra high frequency single-digit solid agitator unit.
You know, you're cleverer that you look.
Still, better than looking cleverer than you are... follow me please.
Now, new watch.. your twentieth I believe.
How time flies.
Yes, 007 why don't you establish a record by actually returning this one.
You new transportation.
Maybe you've been down here too long.
The ultimate in British engineering.
You must be joking!
As I learned from my predecessor Bond, I never joke about my work.
Aston Marlin call it the Vanquish. We call it the Vanish.
Oh, very good.
Adopted camouflage. Tiny cameras on all sides...
project the image they see onto a light-emitting...
polymer skin on the opposite side. You see?
For the casual eye it's as good as invisible.
Plus all the usual refinements, Ejector seat, torpedoes,
target-seeking shotguns to shoot down mobile objects.
Why don't you acquaint yourself with the manuals.
You ought to shoot through that in a couple of hours.
Just took a few seconds, Q.
Wish I could make you vanish.
Come in.
Before you leave on your mission to Iceland,...
tell me what you know of James Bond.
He is a 00, and a wild one as I discovered today.
He'll light the fuse on any explosive situation...
and be a danger to himself and others.
Kill first, ask questions later.
I think he's a blunt instument. His primary method is to provoke and confront.
A man nobody can get close to.
A womanizer.
Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of him in Iceland.
With great respect, a man like him could blow my cover.
Miss Frost, you volunteered for this operation...
but in three months you've turned up next to nothing.
Graves seems to be clean.
Well, Bond thinks differently, so I'll let him do what you so ably described.
Mix things up a little with Mr. Graves.
And with you there, things won't get out of hand.
In your three years in cryptology you've managed to keep business and pleasure separate.
You haven't fraternized with any of your fellow agents.
Despite several advances.
I think it would be foolish to get involved with someone in the community.
Especially James Bond.
- I'm Mr. Kill. - Now there's a name to die for.
521 km/h! That's a new personal best, Boss.
Thruster 2 cut out again. Get it fixed, will you.
Glad you could make it, Mr. Bond.
- How did you like my run? - Looked like a man on the edge of losing control.
It's only by being on the edge that we know who we really are...
...under the skin.
Take your Donald Campbell, 1967, the Bluebird, water speed record.
- Campbell died on his return run. - Yes, but he died chasing a dream.
- Isn't that way to go? - I'd rather not go at all.
I see you don't chase dreams, you live them.
One of the virtues of never sleeping, Mr. Bond.
I have to live my dreams.
Besides, plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.
- Mr. Bond. - Oh, miss Frost.
I'll show you your room.
A palace of ice.
You must feel right at home.
This whole place was built for tonight's demonstration.
I'm told the human element necessitates...
a precise balance of heat and cold.
Built on a lake? I hope Graves got things right.
- And what's the little property I noticed next door? - The diamond mine...
and Gustav's living quarters.
Thank you.
This is you.
Wonderful
Would you like to show me more?
Vodka Martini, plenty of ice if you can spare it.
Mojito?
James!
Here for penguins this time? Or for the view again?
Right now I'm only interested in endangered species.
Oh well, does that include me?
Depends what you're up to this time.
So I left you in an explosive situation, you're a big boy,
figured you could handle yourself.
No wonder your relationships don't last.
I'm a girl who just doesn't like to get tied down.
You're still feeling the side effects?
The insomnia is permanent for me.
An hour in the dream machine keeps me sane.
What happened to you?
- Bond. - He knows nothing.
I've been this close to him and he still didn't know who I really was.
You saw my father after you were exchanged?
Yes.
General Moon still mourns your death.
My death.
Mr. Bond.
And miss...
Swift, "Space and Technology Magazine".
Really?
I take it Mr. Bond has been explaining his "Big Bang" theory.
Oh yes, I think I got the... thrust of it.
I see.
The demonstration is about to begin in five minutes.
Shall we?
- Not Jinx any more? - I'll always be a jinx to you.
As you know...
I'm always trying to give the planet something in return for what it has given me.
Those little shards of heaven, known as diamonds.
Diamonds aren't just expensive stones. They are the stuff of dreams.
And a means to make dreams real.
Imagine.. being able to bring light and warmth to the darkest parts of the world.
Imagine being able to grow crops the year round, bringing an end to hunger.
Imagine...
A second sun, shining like a diamond in the sky.
Let there be light.
I give you Icarus.
Icarus is unique.
It's miraculous silver skin will inhale the sun's light and breathe it gently upon the earth's surface.
You have no idea, how much Icarus is about to change your world.
And now let us brighten this night with our inner radiance.
Vlad. Show me the modifications.
Yes.
Here is the self-defense mechanism you asked me to build in.
- 50,000 volts? - 100,000.
Armed...
...and very dangerous. - Oh, very.
What are you doing here? Hands up.
"M" warned me this would happen.
That's why you tried so hard not to be interested in me.
Oh God, you're even worse than your file says.
You don't look too convinced. Come on, put your back into it, eh?
Remember I know all about you, 007.
Sex for dinner, death for breakfast, well it's not gonna work with me.
- No? - No.
- You're getting good at this. - Oh, stop it. Are we still being watched?
- No, they left ages ago. - Oh God, you are impossible.
Come on, let's get out of here.
You better stay here tonight.
- Keep up the charade of being lovers. - All right.
I must say I admire your restraint.
You were here full two hours before anything blew up.
The way you're going will get us both killed.
James, tell me what really happened in North Korea.
I was betrayed. That was all.
Occupational hazard.
- This is crazy, you're a 00. - It's only a number.
James...
Be careful.
Go back to your room. I'll come back for you.
Why do you want to kill me?
I thought it was the humane thing to do.
Who sent you?
Your mama.
She told me to tell you she's really disappointed in you.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
This mine is fake. But the lasers...
...are real.
She won't talk.
- Let's make it permanent. - I'll use the laser.
Don't leave a mess.
- Jinx? - James, turn it off!
James! I could use a little help here!
Switch it off!
Or I will be half the girl I used to be.
So that's the girl who hates to be tied down, eh?
Are you gonna get me off this thing?
- What are you? CIA? - NSA.
- Hello, we're on the same side. - Doesn't mean we're after the same thing.
Sure it does...
World peace, unconditional love, and your little friend with the expensive acne.
- Zao? - Yes, Zao.
He's back there with some weird psychedelic light mask.
Probably brought it from the clinic in Cuba.
He couldn't have brought it.
It was already here.
It belongs to another Korean.
His boss.
I think we need Kill to give us a hand to get out of here.
I got a better idea.
- I'm going back up. - Wait...
Go to Miranda first, she is MI6.
- Warn her to get out. - And what are you going to do?
Unfinished business.
So you live to die another day.
- Colonel. - At last.
- I was beginning to think you'd never guess. - Was it painful?
- The gene therapy. - You couldn't possibly imagine.
Oh, good.
- I'm glad to hear that. - Ah, but there have been compensations.
Like watching you float around in your ignorance.
Granting you life day by day just to see if you get wise.
It's been fun.
Well the fun is about to come to a dead end.
We only met briefly, you and I.
But you left a lasting impression.
You see, when your intervention forced me to present the world with a new face...
I chose to model the disgusting Gustav Graves on you,
adjusting the details.
That unjustifiable swagger,
your crass quips, a defense mechanism concealing such inadequacy.
My defense mechanism is right here.
So.. miss Frost isn't all she seems.
Looks can be deceptive.
Yes
By the way, did you find out who betrayed you in North Korea?
Only a matter of time.
You never thought of looking inside your own organization.
She was right under your nose.
It was so good of you to bring your gun to bed with us.
Yes.. occupational hazard.
You see, I have a gift.
An instinct for sensing people's weaknesses.
Yours is women. Hers and mine is winning whatever the cost.
So, when I arranged for the fatal overdose for the true winner at Sidney...
I won myself my very own MI6 agent.
Using everything at my own disposal.
Her brains, her talent,...
even her sex.
The coldest weapon of all.
Hello.
Miranda?
There will be others after me. You know that.
Oh you mean your American friend, Jinx.
Soon to be victim of a tragedy.
An ice palace can be such a treacherous place.
Hand over the toys.
You know, I've missed your sparkling personality.
- How's that for a punch line? - Kill him.
I enjoyed last night, James. But it really is death for breakfast.
Kill him. Now!
- He got away. - No matter.
The pleasure of the kill is in the chase..
Bring me the generals.
Gentlemen, I promised you a demonstration.
Now you will see the true power of Icarus.
A western spy runs but he cannot hide.
Icarus will lock on to the heath signature,
and concentrate the sun's power.
Hey boss. He beat your time.
Time to draw the line.
Global warming is a terrible thing.
Nice moves. Just like Bond.
He was pretty vigorous last night as well.
He did you? I didn't know he was that desperate.
Well, he's not coming back for you.
Just died, running, trying to save his own skin.
It's pretty good tailoring.
I hope it doesn't shrink when it gets wet.
You’ve got one hour to wrap this up.
Let's move.
Come on, Jinx. Where are you?
All units report. Now!
Warning. Adaptive camouflage failure.
Time to give the American her bath.
Adaptive camouflage restored.
Vlad, does the word ergonomics mean anything to you?
Man, machine...
This... is still a suitcase.
Finish it, will you.
Come now, it's warm in here. Come on.
The cold kept you alive.
What took you so long?
Agent Johnson.
- James. - Charles.
Okay, bring us up to speed on this.
Another lost division's been demobilized north of the DMC.
- That is 80,000 troops and counting. - And another million in reserve.
Moon's father won't let this turn into a war.
General Moon is under arrest. The hardliners staged a coup last night.
The fact remains that you deliberately misled me by implicating Bond.
If you'd told us about your agent in the Cuban clinic...
She would be dead already. Your mole would have made sure of that.
We wouldn't have had a mole at all if you had disclosed the fact...
that miss Frost and Moon were on the Harvard fencing team together.
Knowing who to trust is everything in this business.
Well, well, James Bond. Just in time for the fireworks.
Let's get down to business.
We are at DEFCON 2.
And if the North go south, they're gonna go south big time.
You don't just stroll through the world's biggest mine field.
You need some kind of an edge...
...Icarus.
We're taking care of that.. with an A-SAT launch,
in one hour. - Where is Graves?
- In the middle of a North Korean air base. - Right where we can't touch him.
You can't.
But I can.
Look, we're here in case things escalate.
Not to make sure that they do.
No incursions into the North. The President gave me a direct order.
And when did that ever stop you?
You make your own decisions. I'm sending in 007.
You think I'd leave this in the hands of the British?
You go with him.
Approaching jump zone.
Ok, let's go!
They have entered North Korean air space.
Relax, Robinson. If our radar can't see those Switch Blades,
... the North Koreans sure as hell can't.
Hey boss. They have launched against Icarus.
Leave it on automatic.
I hope nobody here is superstitious,...
...that's one big mirror we're about to break.
My God!
Mobilize the South Korean troops. And give me the President, now!
Still no news about Bond?
Vehicles.
Some big shots...
It's him
300 meters.
Windage 1/2.
We gotta get on that plane.
You! Have my father brought down.
I don't know you.
You've always found it difficult to accept me.
That made my exile easier to bare, but...
I never forgot what you taught me.
In war the victorious strategist only seeks battle...
...after the victory has been won.
You see, father. I remember my art of war.
And this is what guarantees that victory.
My son.
What have you done to yourself?
Come father.
Watch the rising of your son.
The second that thing hits the 38th parallel we're gonna hit them with everything we’ve got.
That may not be enough.
Do you see, father?
Icarus is clearing the mine field creating a highway for our troops.
If the Americans don't run, Icarus will destroy them.
Japan is a bug waiting to be squashed.
And the West will shake with fear.
- The Americans will send nuclear warheads! - Icarus will swat them from the sky.
You will destroy us.
- You would kill your own son? - The son I knew died long ago.
Caution! Caution!
Manual! Manual!
I got it.
My, my.. you get around.
Let's see your gun.
Uh-uh! Left hand!
That's it... That's it...
Now drop it!
Looks like your friends have bailed.
Push on Autopilot.
Come on.
That's it. Good girl.
Drowning you didn't seem to work.
I'll have to try something more to the point.
One thousand meters and closing.
I can read your every move.
Read this.
Bitch!
Oh look! Parachutes for both of us!
Oops.. not anymore.
You see, Mr. Bond.. you can't kill my dreams.
But my dreams can kill you.
Time to face destiny.
Time to face gravity.
I think I broke her heart.
Looks like we're going down together.
Not yet.
Get the back open!
Okay.
Come on!
I told you I was a jinx!
I should have warned you. My relationships don't last either.
- At least we're gonna die rich! - Huh?
Come on. Come on.
You said something about going down together?
James!
Moneypenny.
Oh, James.
Moneypenny?!
I was um...
...just testing it out!
It's rather hard, isn't it?
Yes.. very!
Wait, don't pull it out! I'm not finished with it yet.
See? It's a perfect fit.
Uh-huh... Leave it in.
It's gonna come out sooner or later.
No, leave it in, please..
..a few more minutes.
We really have to get these back.
Still the good guys, huh?
I'm still not quite sure...
how good you are.
I'm so good...
Especially when you're bad!