SIENA, ITALY
It's time to get out.
Don't bleed to death.
- Hello Mitchell. - Bond.
The Americans aren't going to be none too pleased about this.
I promised them Le Chiffre and they got Le Chiffre.
They got his body.
If they'd wanted his soul they should have made a deal with a priest.
Has he said anything?
No.
Going to check perimeters, Ma'am.
You look like hell.
When was the last time you slept?
Vesper's boyfriend, Yusef Kabira, the one who was abducted in Morocco...
the one she was trying to save.
His body was washed up on a beach near Ibiza.
We were meant to believe the fish did that to his face.
His wallet and ID were in his pocket.
- Well that's convenient. - Quite.
Which is why I did a DNA check on a lock of his hair...
found in Vesper's apartment.
It's not him.
A lock of his hair?
I wouldn't have thought Vesper's the sentimental type.
Well, we never really know anyone, do we?
But I do need to know Bond...
I need to know that I can trust you.
And you don't?
He'd need to be a pretty cold bastard who didn't want revenge...
for the death of someone he loved.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not gonna go chasing him. He's not important.
And neither is she.
It's clear, Ma'am.
Thanks, Mitchell.
Shall we?
You're gonna tell us who you work for?
I was always very interested to meet you.
I'd heard so much about you from Vesper.
In fact, the real shame is that...
if she hadn't killed herself, we would've had you too.
I think you would have done anything for her.
Well, you know you're not in Britain, and God knows where you'll be tomorrow.
Which should tell you that eventually...
you'll tell us about the people you work with...
and the longer it takes, the more painful we"ll make it.
You really don't know anything about us.
It's so amusing, because we on the other side... thinking, oh...
the MI-6, the CIA, they're looking over our shoulders...
they're listening to our conversations...
and the truth is, you don't even know we exist.
Oh, we do know, Mr White... and we are quick learners.
Well, then, the first thing you should know about us is...
that we have people everywhere.
Am I right?
Oh, my God... what inhumanity!
Anything?
Craig Mitchell worked for me for 8 years.
He passed a full security check and lie detector test every year.
He didn't leave so much as a scrap of paper to explain any of it.
Eight years, five as my personal bodyguard.
I found this...
and 3 other bloody Christmas presents I bought him, about the house.
I don't think he smoked.
And you had to kill him! You couldn't bring him in for questioning...
so we might actually learn something.
When someone says: "We've got people everywhere"...
you expect it to be hyperbole.
Lots of people saying that...
Florists use that expression.
It doesn't mean they've got someone working for them inside the bloody room.
What the hell is this organization, Bond?
How can they be everywhere and we know nothing about them?
- I assume we found no trace of White. - No, ma'am.
The agent guarding the door in the garage was dead before you passed him on the stairs.
I passed him on the stairs? Christ!
Mitchell must have killed him, when he went out to check the perimeter.
- You're lucky to be here. - You think White is still alive?
- Yes I do. - What is it?
Craig Mitchell, 45 years old, has no living family...
gave generously to charity.
- Tell me you know more than that. - Yes...
Our money men went through every bill in Mitchell's wallet and house.
- How much did he have? - Less than 100 pounds.
And about the same, in euros and dollars.
Excuse me! Excuse me, ma'am.
We did a complete forensic analysis of every note and its traceable history.
I'm not in the mood.
After you.
This particular note from Mitchell's wallet might be of interest.
We introduced tagged bills into Le Chiffre's money laundering operation...
by intercepting illegal payoffs.
We traced money through several of his bank accounts around the world.
That's pretty thin.
At the rate money changes hands...
you could probably find a tenner in my robe with a tag.
That's true Ma'am, a single bill could be a coincidence, but what about a whole stack?
These bills from the same series as Mitchell's...
were just scanned at a bank in Port au Prince, Haiti.
Deposited into the account of a Mr Slate.
Impress me.
We have a Mr Edmund Slate, returning to Port au Prince from Heathrow this morning.
His entry documents have him staying at Hotel Dessalines.
He's in room 325.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Do you have any messages for 325?
Oh, no sir, the only message is about the briefcase that was delivered earlier.
Did you want us to continue holding it?
- No, I'll take that now. - Yes, sir.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Get in.
- What? - Get in!
Fine.
You're late.
Oh... I got pulled into a meeting.
- Who with? - A friend of Mr. Whites.
I don't think I know him.
It's funny.
You don't look at all like I expected.
Really?
What were you expecting?
I didn't think geologists looked so...
So?
Friend of yours?
I don't have any friends.
Get outta the way, move it!
We didn't settle on a price.
Make me an offer.
Okay, we can work out later, over drinks.
Dominic, didn't give you any trouble, did he?
No.
What the hell is this?
I think someone wants to kill you.
That wasn't very nice.
You were supposed to shoot her.
Well, I missed.
- I guess he didn't like that. - Get Bond.
Where is he now?
Approaching the docks. Kings Key.
- Tanner? - I've got Bond.
- Ask him about Slate. - She wants to know about Slate.
- Tell her Slate was a dead end. - Slate was a dead end.
Damn-it!... He must have killed him.
Yes mommy, it's awful hot here.
- Wough... wough... whough... wough. - Touch me and I'll break your wrist.
Camille?
How nice to see you.
Alive you mean?
I knew we shouldn't have slept together.
I think I'm starting to like you.
So you did just try to have me killed?
And that made me very sad thinking I would never see you again.
- But... here you are. - Damn-it, Dominic!
I was trying to help you!
I was trying to uncover a leak.
And you... you send someone to kill me?
Please, don't talk to me like I'm stupid!
It's unattractive.
Come, I wanna show you something.
Come.
There is nothing that makes me more uncomfortable, than...
friends talking behind my back.
It feels like...
ants under my skin.
It's been that way forever...
I remember when I was 15.
I had a crush on one of my mother's piano students.
Somehow...
I overheard her saying very nasty things about me.
I got so angry...
I took a knife...
Is that him?
I don't... We only spoke on the phone.
It's such a shame, because he's one of my best geologists.
He said you asked to buy information.
No, he called me and offered to sell information.
Why would I come back here if I was lying?
Because you love me.
I was doing it for you.
To stop him from betraying you.
You know what burns more... then all your bullshit?
Is that I always got the feeling that you were only sleeping with me...
to get to General Medrano.
Is that him?
You know how these deposed dictators are.
Solicitous of their safety.
Stick around.
I'll introduce you.
You see the girl that just walked in here?
Would you give her that and tell her to call me.
You have reached Universal Exports, all our offices are currently closed...
And you can do all this for me?
Well look at, what we did to this country.
The Haitians elect a priest who decides...
to raise the minimum wage from 38 cents to one dollar a day.
Oh...
It's not a lot, but it's enough to upset the corporations...
who were here making T-hirts and running shoes.
So they called us and we facilitated the change.
The difference is my country is not some fly speck in the middle of the Caribbean.
Plus we've already begun destabilizing the government.
We'll supply the private security.
We'll pay off the right officials...
And we have 26 countries ready to officially recognize your...
new Bolivian government.
You want your country back.
My organization can give it to you within... two weeks.
You've been busy.
And in return... you want what?
A desert.
- This part. - This land is worthless.
Ahh... So you're getting a great deal?
You won't find oil there.
Everyone has tried.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But we own... whatever we find.
Good.
Huh...
- Did you know, Ernesto Montes? - A very powerful man in his day.
- He had a beautiful Russian wife. - I know he did...
- A dancer... - Mm'hm.
And his daughter works for me...
or... did.
She's lovely.
But I don't see the resemblance.
Why don't you consider her something to sweeten the deal?
Just promise me to drop her over the side when you're done.
Camille... General Medrano.
- General... Mucho gusto. - Mucho gusto, seņorita.
Be careful what you wish for, my dear.
Have fun you too.
Don't let 'em get away! Don't let 'em get away!
What the hell are you doing?
- You're welcome! - You idiot, take me back.
You know, maybe I'll do that later.
You're not one of Greene's?
Dominic Greene?
Get down!
- Give me the wheel! - Navigate!
Left!
- What're you doing? - Hold on!
Get down!
- Excuse me. - Take her.
Thank you.
She's seasick.
It's Bond... Connect Bond!
Yes?
Name check: Dominic Greene. G- R- double E-N-E.
We'll need more than this.
Might need a little more than that, there're a lot of Dominic Greenes'.
Do you have a social security or passport number?
No.
Anything?
Do you have anything?
- Will you put her on, please. - I am on, Bond.
What happened to Slate?
I'm not dwelling on the past, I don't think you should either.
You killed him?
NOR just hit: Dominic Greene, CEO of Greene Planet.
It's... a utility company...
but Greene's been doing a lot of philanthropic work...
buying up large tracts of land for ecological preserves.
You should be getting his picture now.
Yeah, that's him.
I'm afraid there's a firewall around his other corporate holdings...
so, we have no other information.
Get me the Americans.
Connect.
Go ahead.
Interest in Dominic Greene, Greene Planet.
Transferring you now...
Hold for Gregory Beam, please.
Thank you... oh, hi, this is Gregory Beam, ma'am.
Hello, Mr. Beam.
Huh... so sorry to keep you waiting. We have no interest in Mr. Greene.
- Thank you, Mr. Beam. - Connection terminated.
He's a person of extreme interest.
- But he just said that... - Tanner...
I asked about the man and she transferred me to the section chief of South America.
How would she know to do that if they weren't tracking him?
Bond, we have your location as approaching an airfield.
Is Greene on the move?
Yeah, I've got a tail number Golf Zero Charlie Sierra Charlie.
It'll get you it's destination.
It's a... private charter, going to Bregenz Austria, leaving immediately.
Tanner, authorize a Charter for 007.
And Bond, if you could avoid killing every possible lead, it would be deeply appreciated.
- Yes, ma'am... I'll do my best. - Connection terminated
I've heard that before.
- Hello. - Hi.
Ah, welcome aboard.
Bon jour... Ca va?
- Ca va, ca va. - Come, have a seat.
Jeez.
Sorry.
How much longer?
So do we have an understanding?
Well, yeah...
We do nothing to stop a coup in Bolivia and in exchange, the huh...
new government gives America the lease to any oil found.
If it's oil you want.
You didn't find diamonds, did ya?
Ah, drilling underground...
you kept off everyone's radar for a very long time but...
you can't buy that much piping without somebody getting curious.
We'll have to verify the find.
I'm not really admitting there is one. You are getting this for free.
Venezuela, Brazil now Bolivia.
With you tied up in the Middle East, South America is falling like dominoes.
You don't need another Marxist giving national resources to people, do you?
No, we can hardly be expected...
to do something about a coup we know nothing about.
I think, I have a... pest
You have any idea who that is?
Sorry.
It's James Bond, British Secret Service.
I don't know how I could've missed that.
I will need for you to get rid of him for me.
Yeah... That's not gonna be a problem.
You know who Greene is, and you wanna put us in bed with him.
You are kidding right?
Yeah, you're right. We should just deal with nice people.
I need to know you're on the team, Felix.
I need to know you value your career.
- Good to see you again. - Nice to see you too.
- Have a nice evening. - Thank you.
- How much more pipeline do we need? - Should be Ideal maybe...
2000 kilometers.
Are there any objections?
- No... not here. - No objections.
Transfer the funds from our Siberian holdings.
Done.
Where do the Americans stand?
The CIA doesn't care about another dictator as long as they get a free hand.
But when they find out that they've been duped?
I'm working on that.
I'm still not sure that the Tierra project is the best use for Quantum this time.
Perhaps we should shift our focus to the Canadians.
This is the world's most precious resource.
We need to control as much of it as we can.
Bolivia must be top priority.
Can I offer an opinion?
I really think you people should find a better place to meet.
Where do you think you're going?
Thank you.
It seems Tosca isn't for everyone.
Drop it!
So, who're you working for?
Piss off!
Get rid of anything we brought with us. We've been compromised.
I asked you, who you were working for.
- Is he one of ours? - No.
Then he shouldn't be looking at me.
Get me M.
- Fräulein... - Heinz... connect call.
We've ID'd the pictures.
Show me.
Gregor Karakov, former minister, now owns most of the mines in Siberia.
Moeshi Saroff, former Mossad, now Telecomm giant...
and Guy Haines, special envoy to the prime minister.
- Get Bond. - There's something else.