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Ron is down.
He needs a medical evac.
Where is it? Is it there?
- Oh, the drive is gone. - Are you sure?
It's gone. Give me a minute.
They must have it. Get off to them.
- I'm stabilizing Ronson. - We don't have the time.
- I have to stop the bleeding. - Leave him!
Have you got him?
He is in the black Audi.
- What about Ronson. - He's been hit.
I'm sending an emergency evacuation squad.
Well, we'll too bloody late.
Have they seen us?
Medical Evac for Ronson, five minutes way.
It's allright? You'll wait using it.
I wasn't using that one either.
Keep your head down!
Just get clear!
Tanner, which way?
Keep going. I can direct you from here.
We both know what's at stake here.
We can not afford to lose that list.
Yes, ma'am.
Where are they now?
They're on the top roof of the great bazaar.
Take the left, there's a bridge. You can cut him off.
- What happened? - They're on the train, ma' am.
What do you mean on the train?
I mean they're on the top of the train.
Well, get off them, for God's sake.
He's going out of range.
We've lost tracking. We are blind here.
- What's going on? - I'm still with them.
Skip to satellite TV.
What was that?
VW beazels, I think.
He's uncapped in the cars.
- 007, are you alright? - Just changing carriages.
What's going on? Report!
It's rather hard to explain, ma'am.
007 is the follow-up.
This side there isn't much more road. I do not think I can go any further.
I may have a shot.
It's not clean.
Repeat. I did not have a clean shot.
There's a tunnel ahead. I'm gonna lose them.
- Can you get into a better position? - Negative. There's no time.
Take the shot.
I said, "Take the shot!"
Well, I can't. I may get Bond.
Take the bloody shot.
It's like going into the headmaster study.
It's new chairman just-standard procedure.
Bloody waste of my time, that's what I'd call it.
I'm sorry to have deal with such...
a delicate subject at our first encounter...
but...
I have to be frank with you.
And it would be a good idea.
The Prime Minister is concerned.
You can tell him my operatives are pursuing every avenue.
Have you considered pulling up the agents?
I've considered every option.
Forgive me, but that sounds like an evasion.
Forgive me, but why am I here?
Three months ago you lost the computer drive
containing the identity of almost any NATO agent
embedded in terrorist organizations across the globe.
A list which, in the eyes of our allies,
never existed.
So, if you'll forgive me, I think you know why you're here.
How you should call it, a civilian oversight?
No, what we call this is...
a retirement planning.
Your country has the highest respect for you
and your many years of service.
When your current posting is completed,
you'll be awarded to JSMG
with full honors.
Congratulations.
You are firing me?
No, ma'am, I'm here to oversee the transition period...
leading to your voluntary retirement in two months' time.
Your success has yet to be appointed, so we'll be asking...
I'm not an idiot, Mallory.
I know I can't do this job forever.
But I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the department
in worst shape than I found it.
M... you've had a great run.
- You should leave with dignity. - Go to hell with dignity.
I'll leave when the job's done.
Yes?
Now?
Main alert from Q Robson,
trying to decrypt the stolen hard drive.
We are tracing the encryption signal.
Localizing now.
It sent here in the UK.
London.
Get expect the base as soon as possible.
- It's coming from MI6. - What?
The data back, it is linking to our network.
This is behind our firewall.
- We should shut down. - No, track it.
We have to know where it's coming from.
Strip the head and try the source.
How the hell it entered in our system?
Get in trace right now.
- It is your computer, ma'am. - Shut it down.
What is this?
For God's sake!
Just get out of the way.
- Don't you recognize the car? - Madam...
I will find who ever did this.
Where the hell have you been?
Enjoying death.
007, reporting for duty.
Why didn't you call?
Didn't you get the postcard?
You should try it sometimes.
Get away from it all, it really lends perspective.
Run out of drink. Were you awarded?
What was you said?
Take the bloody shot.
I made a judgement call.
You should have trusted me to finish the job.
It was the possibility of losing you...
or the certainty of losing all those other agents.
I made the only decision I could and you know it.
I think you've lost your nerve.
What do you expect, a bloody apology?
You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough.
- We both have. - Maybe too long.
Speak for yourself.
Ronson didn't make it, did he?
No.
So, this is it.
We are both played out.
Well, if you believed that, why did you come back?
Good question.
Because we are under attack...
and you know we need you.
Well, I'm here.
You'll have to be debriefed...
and declared fit for active service.
You're gonna return to duty when you've passed the tests.
So take them seriously.
The shower might be an order.
I'm going home and change.
Oh, we sold your flat.
Put your things in storage.
Standard procedure...
on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin.
You should have called.
I'll find a hotel.
Well, you're bloody not sleeping here.
They attacked into the environmental control system
locked out the safety protocols and have turned on the gas.
That should be impossible.
I was told that they have hacked into our files.
They knew her appointments.
They knew she would be out of the building.
They weren't targeting her.
They wanted us to see it.
- Where are we, lieutenent? - New digs.
The old building was declared strategically vulnerable.
Let's putting it marveling.
Their aim is to breach the security computer system in Britain.
So we are at war with them now.
This is part of Churchill's bunker.
Some of these tunnels are dating back of the 18th century.
Quite fascinating, if it was not for the rats.
- When I see M? - Tomorrow you'll see M...
and Mallory too if you're lucky.
Who is Mallory?
He's the chairman of Intelligence Security Committee.
A charming man. I think you and him really get hit it off.
Welcome to the new MI6.
We've have attempted to trace the computer message, but...
it was sent by an asymmetric security algorithm...
with the chance to signal all over the globe
through thousands of different servers.
And now that they've accessed M's code,
it's only a matter of time before the rebels to decrypt the list.
Q branch has been analyzing pictures, but so far nothing.
General feeling it's probably something from her past
Perhaps when she was running things in Hong Kong.
- It is no idea what it all means? - And you believe that?
The truth is we don't have a clue of what's on the list...
or what they are trying to do with it.
We can always do this later.
You know what? Let's.
I'd like to start with some simple words' sensations.
Just tell me the first word that punch into your head.
For example I might day, and you might say...
wasted.
All right.
Gun.
Shot.
- Agent. - Provocative.
- Woman. - Provocatrix.
- Heart. - Target.
- Bird. - Sky.
- M. - Bitch.
- Sunlight. - Swim.
- Moonlight. - Dance.
- Murder. - Employment.
- Country. - England.
Skyfall.
Done.
This is going well.
Get these analyzed.
When arrives, on me.
She's ready for you.
I'm sorry. Have we met before?
I am the one who sould say "sorry".
It was only four ribs.
There's nonetheless vital organs.
Nothing major.
No enough excitment in Istambul?
I've been reassigned.
Temporary suspension from field work.
- Really? - Something to do with killing 007.
- Well, you gave your best shot. - It was hardly my best shot.
I'm sure I can survive your best.
Time you'll get the chance.
Would you do me a favor, will you?
If they'll do let you back out there,
warn me first.
I'm assisting Gareth Mallory in the transition...
and then I'll be back in the field.
- That's what you want? - Yes, of course.
- This is not for everyone. - Ah, 007...
This way.
In your defense...
a moving target is much harder to hit.
Then you better keep moving.
The whole office goes off in smoke and that bloody thing survives.
Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.
007, Gareth Mallory.
I hope I haven't miss anything that P.M. is stressing in the crisis.
- Bond. - Mallory.
I have just been reviewing Bond's tests.
Seemed you passed.
You're back on active service.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- I'll be outside. - I have only one question.
Why not stay dead?
You have the perfect way out.
Go and live quietly somewhere.
Not many field agents get to live this cleanly.
Do you get out in the field much?
You don't need to be an operative to see the obvious.
It's a a young men's game.
Look, you've been seriously injured.
There's no shame in saying you have lost your stand.
The only shame it'd be not admitting until it's too late.
I'm in or fire me. It's entirely up to you.
If he says he is ready, he is ready.
Perhaps you can't see at all.
Maybe you will.
What exactly are you implying?
You are sentimental about him.
As long as I am at the head of this department,
I'll choose my own operations.
Fair enough.
Good luck, 007.
Don't cock it out.
We've analyzed these wrapped small fragments.
You're lucky it wasn't a direct hit. It would have cutted you in half.
It's a depleted uranium shell. A military grade.
Hard to get, extremely expensive
and only used by select few.
You recognize anyone?
Him.
Okay, the name is Patrice.
He's a ghost.
An unknown resident without country of origin.
How do we find him?
Well, luckily I used to have one or two friends left in the CIA.
They're after him for the Yemeni ambassador murder.
And they're getting close.
Intel is he's gonna be in Shanghai in two days time. Probably a new job.
You have to go there and wait further instructions.
If he turns up, it's yours.
Find out who he worked for and who has the list.
- Then, terminate him for Ronson. - With pleasure.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
No.
Report to the new quarter master for your documentation.
He hasn't set up sharp yet, but Tanner will put you two together.
Good luck.
Thank you.
007...
You are ready for this?
Yes, ma'am.
I didn't know Bond passed the tests.
He didn't.
Always makes me feel a little melancholy.
A grand whole warship been hitten ominously all the way to scrap.
Inevitabilty of time, don't you think?
What do you see?
A bloody big ship.
Excuse me.
007...
I'm your new Quarter master.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
And your confidence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I can do more damage on my laptop
sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Old Grey
than you could do yourself a year in the field.
So why do you need me?
Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.
Or not pulled.
It is hard to know which in your pyjamas.
Q...
007.
Ticket to Shanghai.
- Documentation and passport. - Thank you.
And this.
Walter PPK, 9 mm short.
There's a microdermal sensor in the grip...
encoded to your palm print, so only you can fire it.
That's a random killing machine more than a personal statement.
And this?
Standard radio transmitter.
Activated to broadcast your own location.
Distress it.
And that's it.
A gun... and a radio.
Not exactly Christmas, isn't it?
Were you expecting an exploding pen?
We don't really go in for that anymore.
Good luck out there on the field.
And please, return the equipment in one piece.
Brave new world.
He has posted the first five names.
Their cover is blown. They're in danger. Get them out now.
Room service.
I didn't order anything.
Not even you.
I have got some new information.
Are not you a little too qualified to be delivering messages?
It's all part of the learning curve.
And Q is afraid of flying.
So, whoever stole the list has already decrypted it.
They posted the first five names on the web.
- It was only a matter of time. - That should be the start.
They're posting five more next week and the week after.
It's some kind of sadistic game.
Cut through razor.
How very traditional.
All I like is to do something old-fashioned things.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Are you putting your knife in my hands again?
They've already briefed me on the list...
raising the tantalizing question of what you are really doing here.
The official directive was to help...
in anyway I can.
Like spying for Mallory.
You know, Mallory is not as bad as you think.
He is a bureaucrat.
You should do your homework.
Gareth Mallory was lieutenant colonel...
lieutenant colonel in Northern Ireland Herford regiment.
He spent three months at the hands of the IRA.
So there's more to him that meets the eye.
We'll see.
Keep still.
This is the tricky part.
That's better.
- You know the part now. - Mmh, mmh.
And what part is that?
Old dog...
new tricks.
Good evening.
Don't you touch your ear.
There are three exits.
And lots of blind spots.
And got uncovered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
It's amazing what one could do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling mean.
You gamble?
Don't you like a little flat now and then?
He doesn't like to take chances.
Good evening, sir. How can I help?
I'd like to cash these, please.
One moment, sir.
Good fortune tonight, sir.
Let's hope so.
With compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Now you can afford to buy me a drink?
Maybe I could give a stretch or two.
I guess I got 4 million euros in here.
Not bad.
- I like this game. - Why don't we play another?
I don't gamble.
I'm not very lucky.
With lucky old friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who will deem for chips.
You made such a gold entrance into our little drama.
Do I have a complicate plot?
Who doesnt't appreciate the occasion of twists?
- Mr... - Bond. James Bond.
Severing, so mr. Bond...
shall we discuss your next performance with that drink?
Not bad.
And your friends are been joining us?
I'm afraid... is inevitable.
- She's pretty. - No, no.
Do you like that ass, don't you think?
Well, keep you boasted.
Perfect.
Would you mind if I ask you a business question?
Depends on the question.
It has to do with... death.
A subject in which you're well first.
How would you know that?
Only a certain kind of woman wears a vackless dress
with a Beretta.70 strepped to her thigh.
One could never be too careful when...
a handsome man in tuxedo carries...
I'm correct in assuming you'll kill Patrice?
Yes.
Might I ask why?
I want to meet your employer.
Be careful what you wish for.
You are scared.
Thank you for the drink...
mr. Bond.
You put on a good show.
But ever since we sat down here
you haven't stop looking at your bodyguards.
The three of them has been excessive.
They're controlling you.
They're not protecting you.
Tattoo on your wrist...
is??? fact trade.
You belong to one of the houses. At 12?
13?
I guess you're imaging a way out.
I should told you were in love.
but that was a long time ago.
You know nothing about it.
I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be.
How much do you know about fear?
All there is.
Not like this.
And... not like him.
I can help you.
- I don't think so. - Let me try.
How?
Bring me to him.
- Can you kill him? - Yes.
- Will you? - Someone usually dies.
Perhaps you can.
When I leave, they're going to kill you.
If you survives, I'm on the Kimera.
North Harbour...
berth 7.
We cast off in an hour.
Very nice to have met you, mr. Bond.
Good luck.
Good luck with that.
Thank you.
Put it all on red.
That's the circle of life.
Yes?
It's time to cast off.
Right.
I like you better without putting you on red.
I feel naked without it.
"Good evening.
"The controversy surrounding the Ministry of Defence...
"has excalated today
"as images of the Hussein assassination continue to circulate.
"We should warn you, some viewers might find these images disturbing.
"Captain Hussein, an MI6 operative embedded in the Middle East
"was one of the five agents exposed in what is now been considered
"the greatest internal security breach in modern British history.
"The Prime Minister continues to express public support for MI6
"while the opposition has taken the position...
has taken the position where a bunch of antiquate bloody idiots
are fighting a war we don't understand and can't possibly win.
Look, three of my agents are dead already.
Don't you bring me in politics now.
The Prime Minister has ordered an enquiry.
You'll have to appear.
Standing in the stocks of midday? Who is antiquated now?
For Christ sake, listen to yourself. We are a democracy...
and are accountable to the people who are trying to defend.
We can't keep working in the shadows.
There are no more shadows.
You don't get this still.
Whoever is behind this, whoever is doing this, he knows us.
He is one of us.
He comes from the same place as Bond.
The place you say doesn't exist.
The shadows.
It's not too late.
They abandoned it almost in the night.
He made them think there was a leak at the chemical plant.
It is amazing the panic you can cause with a single computer.
He wanted the island.
So he took it.
Does he always get what he wants?
More than you know.
I'm sorry.
Hello, James. Welcome.
You like the island?
My grandmother had an island.
Nothing to boast off.
You could walk along within an hour.
But still it was, it was a paradise for us.
One summer, we went for a visit...
and discovered the place had been infested with rats.
They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut.
So, how do you get rid of the rats on an island?
My grandmother showed me.
We buried an whole drum and changed the lead.
Then we wired the coconut to the lead as bait...
and the rats will come for the coconut, and...
They would fall into the drum.
And after a month you've trapped all the rats.
But what did you do then?
Throw the drum into the ocean?
Burn it? No...
You just leave it...
and they begin to get hungry.
And one by one...
they start eating each other...
until there are only two left, the two survivors.
And then what, do you kill them? No.
You take them and releasing them into the trees.
And now they don't eat coconut anymore.
Now they only ate rat.
You have changed their nature.
The two survivors.
This is what you made us.
I made my own choices.
You thinked you did.
That's their genius.
Station H.
Am I right, Hong Kong?
'86 to '97.
Back then, I was her favorite.
And you're not nearly the agent I was.
I can tell you that.
Just look at you. Barely held together by your pills...
- ... and your drink. - Don't forget my pathetic love of country.
You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman...
- ... when all she does is lie to you. - She never lied lied to me.
- No? - No.
- What do you score your maximum ship of the evaluation? - 70.
40.
- Did she tell you the psychologyst plead you for duty? - Yes.
No. No.
Medical evaluation, failed.
Physical evalution, failed.
Psychological evaluation, alcohol and substances addiction indicated.
Pathological rejection of authority...
based on unresolved childhood trauma.
Subject is not approved for field duty...
and immediate suspension from service advised.
What is this, if not betrayal?
She send you off to me, knowing that you're not ready
knowing you will likely die.
Mommy was very bad.
See what she's done to you?
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
I loss.
Are you sure this is about her?
It's about her...
and you and me.
You see, we are last two rats.
We can either eat each other.
Or eat everyone else.
How you're trying to remember your training now?
What's the regulation to cover this?
Well, first time for everything. Yes.
What makes you think this is my first time?
Oh, mr. Bond...
All the physical stuff's so dull. So dull.
Changing spies.
So old-fashioned.
Your knees must be killing you.
England...
the Empire, MI6.
You're living in the ruins as well.
You just don't know it yet.
At least here there are no old ladies giving orders...
and no little...
gadgets from those fools in Q print.
If you'd want it,
you could pick your own secret chance...
as I do.
Name it.
You destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. Easy.
Interrupt transmission from a spy satellite over Kabul.
Done.
Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
Or a gas explosion in London.
Guess the point, anglic.
Well, everyone needs a hobby.
So what's yours?
Resurrection.
Let me show you something.
Tells a story, doesn't it?
They left the island so quickly
that couldn't decide what to take what to leave, what was important.
And this every day reminds me to focus on the essentials.
There is nothing... nothing superflous in my life.
When a thing is redundant, it is... eliminated.
Fifty years old McCullan.
A particular favorite of yours, I understand?
So... what's the toast?
To the women they love?
Darling...
Darling, you love is out here.
No, no, no, no...
Stand up straight, keep still...
and whatever you do, don't lose your head.
Don't lose your head.
Time to redeem your maximum ship scores.
Let's see.
You can be the first...
to knock the gloss from her head.
And just to be sporting, I'll let you go first.
Let's see who it's up on top.
Oh, can't believe it.
Can't believe it.
Did you really die that day?
Is there any, any of the old 007 left?
My turn.
I win. What do you say to that?
So waste of good scotch.
What are you going to do now?
Take me back to her? All on your own?
Who says I'm on my own?
Latest thing from Q branch.
On the radio.
Allright. Time to say hello.
You are smaller than I remembered.
Well, as I bet I remember you were tall.
Strange, for me it feels just... like yesterday.
- Are you surprised? - Not particularly.
But you've always been unpredictable.
Maybe that's why you liked me so much.
- You flatter yourself. - No remorse.
Just as I can imagine it.
Regret is unprofessional.
"Regret is unprofessional"...
They kept for five months in a room with no air.
They tortured me.
And I ain't protecting your secrets. I protected you.
But they made me suffer...
and suffer...
until I realized...
it was you... who betrayed me.
You betrayed me.
So I had only one thing left.
My cyanide capsule in my back lift molar.
You remember, right?
So I broke the tooth...
and bit into the capsule.
It burned all my insights...
but I didn't die.
Life cling to me like a disease.
And then...
I understood...
why I had survived.
I needed to look in your eyes one last time.
Well, I hope it was worth it.
Mr. Silva...
you are going to be transferred to Belmarsh Prison...
where you will be remainded in custody...
until the Crown prosecution service deem you fit to stand trial...
Say my name. Say it.
My real name.
I know you remember it.
Your name is on the memorial wall of the very building you attacked.
I will have it struck off.
Soon, your past will be as nonexistent as your future.
I'll never see you again.
Did you know what it does to you?
Hydrogen cyanide?
Look at what you do,
Mother...
Let's me know what you recover from its computers.
Has he trasmitted the list? If such, to who.
- I want this resolved. - Yes, ma' am.
His name is Tiago Rodriguez.
It was a brilliant agent.
But he started operating beyond his brief hacking the Chineses'.
The hand over was coming up and they were haunting him, so...
I gave him up.
I got six agents in return...
and a peaceful transition.
We should go, ma' am. Enquiry begins in thirty minutes.
I want to know what's on that computer.
Now, looking at Silva's computer...
it seems to me he's done a number of slightly unusual things.
It's established failed saved protocols...
to wipe the memory if there's any attempt to access certain files.
Only about six people in the world can program safe guides like that.
Of course there are. Can you get past them?
I invented them.
Right then.
Let's see what you got for us... mr. Silva.
We're in.
Sir...
what you'd make of this?
This is Omega site.
What encrypted level it has.
Looks like overstated code to consider its true purpose.
Security through obscurity.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have order.
I'd like to begin the proceedings.
We are gathered today to adjust some important issues
concerning the future of our national security.
Going somewhere?
So you believe your stewards of MI6 during the recent crisis
has been up to scratch?
Well, I believe we've been apprehended the responsible party...
undertaking the necessary steps
to ensure that the sensitive information contained.
Such a job well done.
I'm not saying all gone perfectly, but...
You forgive me for not putting up the applause.
I find rather diffucult to overlook the monumental security breaches
and dead operatives which you were singled handedly responsible.
He's using a polymorphic engine to mutate the code.
Whenever I try to gain an access, it changes.
It's like solving the Rubik's cube that's fighting back.
Stop.
Going on that.
Grandsborough.
Grandsborough Road, it's an old...
tube station on the metropolitan line.
Been closed for years.
Use that as a key.
Now, look at it. It's a map.
It's London.
Subterranean London.
What's going on?
Why the doors open?
Can someone tell me how to hell he got into our system?
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
He acted this.
Oh, no.
Q...
He is gone.
I'm on the stairway of the low isolation.
Are you with me, Q?
I can hear you. I'm looking for you.
I've got him. Tracking the location.
Just keep looking forward.
Enter the next service door on your right.
If you enter throught that door, you should be in the tube.
I'm in the tube.
Bond, this isn't an escape. This was years in the planning.
He wanted us to capture him, he wanted us to access his computers.
It was all planned.
Roving up HQ, only emergency protocols...
now we have retrieved down here.
I got all that.
What it's got planned next it worries me.
Going through that post, it should be a service door on your left.
Got it.
It won't open.
Of course it will. Put your back into it.
Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?
No, it's studded.
Not good.
There's a train coming.
I'm through.
I told you.
We've alerted security. The police are on the way.
Where are you now?
Trampled in the tube station.
Together with half of London.
Oh, I see you.
I know where I am, Q.
Where is he?
Give us a second. I'm looking for it.
There's still many people. I can't see him.
Welcome on rush hour on the tube.
Something we do not know much about.
The train's leaving.
Do I get on the train?
Don't get on the train, not yet I found. Wait a minute.
Tell me if I get on the train.
- Bond... - What?
Get on the train.
He's keen to get home.
Open the door, please.
Open the door.
I'm from Safety. Carry on.
- Where are you? - Take a wild guess, Q.
He's in disguise, now. Disguised as a policeman.
Where is he going?
He's going for M.
Tell Tanner. Get her out of there.
You overlooked or chosen to ignore
hard evidence...
and consistenly, almost obstantly...
Silva has escaped.
Bond is in proceed.
We need to get you to a security, ma, am.
Not to turn away any of the damned.
Are we strained on your attention?
No. Please, Minister. Proceed.
Excuse me.
It's as if you insist on pretending
we are still live in the golden age of espionage...
when human intelligence was the only resource available.
I find this rather old-fashioned believe...
demonstrates so reckless disregard...
Excuse me, Minister. I don't mean to interrupt her.
Just for the sake of variety...
might we actually hear from the witness?
Of course.
Thank you.
I won't miss next time, mr. Silva.
Not bad.
Not bad, James, for a physical wreck.
Oh, thank you.
You got me.
Now, here's your prize.
The latest thing from my local toy store.
It is called "radio".
I do hope that wasn't for me.
No.
But that is.
Chairman, Ministers...
today I repeatedly heard how...
irrelevant my department has become...
why you we need agents for 00 section...
is no rather acquainted.
Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do.
And the truth is that what I see frightens me.
I'm frightened because our enemies are not longer known to us.
They do not exist on the map.
They're no nations.
They are individuals.
But look around you, who do you fear?
When you see a face, a uniform? No.
Our world is not more transparent now.
It's more opaque.
It's in the shadows.
That's where we must do back.
So, before you declare this irrelevant, ask yourselves...
how safe do you feel?
Just one more thing to say.
My late husband was a great lover of poetry.
And...
I suppose some fit some kin...
despite my best intentions.
And here today, I remember this.
I think... from Tennyson.
"We are not now that strength
which in old day moved Earth and Heaven.
That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts.
Made weak by time and fate.
but strong in will...
to strive, to seek, to find
and not to yield."
Move.
Move. Move.
007, what the hell are we doing?
You're kidnapping me.
Then I won't be one with you, right?
Too many people are dying because of me.
If you wants you, he's gonna have to come and get you.
We've been a more step behind Silva from the start.
It's time to get out in front and change the game.
And I'm to be the bait?
All right.
Just us. No one else.
Q, I need your help.
I'm tracking the car. Where are you going?
I got M. We're about to disappear.
What?
I need you to lay a trail of breadcrums
impossible to follow for anyone except Silva.
Think you can do it?
I'm guessing this isn't strictly official.
Not even remotely.
So much for my promising career in espionage.
Well, I'm not hiding in there, if that was your brilliant plan.
We're changing vehicles.
The trouble with company cars is that they have trackers.
And I suppose that's competing cospicuos.
Get in.
It's nothing accountable, is it?
Are you going to complain the whole way?
Oh, go on and eject me.
See if I care.
Where are we going?
Back in time.
Somewhere we'll take advantage.
Really not easy.
With the breadcrums too small and we might miss it.
Too big and Silva will smell the rat.
That's why you think even Silva will be able to spot that?
He's the only one who could.
Sir...
What are you doing?
We just... monitoring...
...creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.
Well, sir...
Excellent thinking. Get him isolated.
Send him on the A9. It's the direct route.
You can monitor his progress more accurately.
You can you confirm it with the traffic cameras.
But... what if the P.M. finds out?
Then, they're all bugged.
Carry on.
This is where you grew up?
Mmhh...
How old were you when you died?
You know the answer to that.
You know the whole story.
Orphans always make the best recruits.
The storm's coming.
Christ...
I wonder you never came back.
James...
James Bond.
Good God.
You're still alive.
Nice to see you too.
M... this is Kincade.
Kincade is keeping here since I was a boy.
- Please to meet you, Emma. - Mr. Kincade.
You arrived late. They sold the place when they thought you were dead.
Seems they were wrong.
What are you doing here?
Someone is coming to kill us.
I'm gonna kill him first.
Then we'd better get ready.
Do we still have a gun room?
They sold a lot to a collector from Idaho or some such place.
They were shipped up weeks ago.
There's just your father's old antique rifle.
We couldn't let that go.
And this is what we've got.
There might be a couple of sticks of dynamite from the quarry.
If all else fails, sometimes...
the old ways are the best.
So, who we are supposed to be fighting?
No "we", Kincade.
This is not your fight.
Try to stop me, you jumped-up little shit.
Now, remember what I taught to you. Don't let it pull to the left.
I'll do my best.
What did you say you did for the living?
Emma...
I brought you some things.
The nights get cold here.
Thank you, mr. Kincade.
It's a beautiful old house.
She is.
And like all great ladies...
she still has its secrets ways.
Let me show you this.
A priest hole.
Yes, from Reformation times.
The tunnel leads under the moor.
If you get in danger, this is the place to come.
The night I told him his parents have died...
he's hidden here for two days.
But he did come out.
He was no boy anymore.
Ehm, we must get on.
I fucked this up, didn't I?
No.
You did your job.
I read your obituary of me.
- And? - Appaling.
Yes, I knew you'd hated it.
It could be an example of the British fortitude.
That will be all right.
Are you ready?
I was ready before you're were born, son.
Welcome to Scotland.
Did he drop something?
Are you hurt?
Only in my pride.
I never was a good shot.
He's not here...
and he's not here.
Always good to make an entrance.
Each of you, go to the kitchen. Now!
Go behind the yard.
Go to the chapel. Use the tunnel.
Don't you dare touch M.
She's mine.
And your friends gonna say hello?
Come on. This way.
I always hated this place.
Are you getting warm?
Just make sure Bond is dead.
Now it's me and her.
You see what comes of all this running around, mr. Bond?
All this jumping and fighting.
It's exhausting.
Relax.
You need to relax.
Well, mother's calling.
I'll give her a goodbye kiss for you.
Of course.
It had to be here.
It had to be this way.
Thank you.
- I can't find it, though. - No.
Please.
Don't.
You're hurt. You're hurt.
What have they done to you?
Free the both of us.
With the same bullet.
Do it.
Do it!
Only you can do it.
Do it!
Last rat standing.
007.
What took you so long?
I got into this deep water.
I suppose it's...
too late to hang around in front.
I stick if you put me and you.
I did get one thing right.
I didn't even know you could come up here.
I hate to waste a view.
I can see why.
I thought you will going back out on active service.
I declined.
You said it yourself.
Field works are not for everyone.
If it helps, I feel a lot safer.
I will this read today.
But you left you this.
Maybe it's our way to tell you to take a desk job.
Just the opposite.
Thank you.
You know, we've never formally been introduced.
My name is Eve.
Eve Moneypenny.
Oh, I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.
Me too.
I'm sure we will have one or two clear shaves.
Good morning, 007.
- Good morning, tennent. - Will see you now.
How's the arm, sir?
It's fine.
It's good to be the better.
All pretty shocking for someone...
unused to field work.
So, 007...
lots to be done.
Are you ready to get back to work?
With pleasure, M.
With pleasure.
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