Ronson's down.
He needs medical evac.
Where is it? Is it there?
Hard drive's gone.
You sure?
It's gone. Give me a minute.
They must have it. Get after them!
I'm stabilizing Ronson.
We don't have the time.
I have to stop the bleeding.
Leave him!
You got him?
He's in a black Audi. What about Ronson?
He's been hit.
We're sending an emergency evacuation squad.
They'll be too bloody late.
He's seen us.
Medical evac for Ronson's five minutes away.
That's all right. You weren't 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 cannot afford to lose that list.
Yes, Ma'am.
Where are they now?
They appear to be on the rooftop of the Grand Bazaar.
Take your left. There's a bridge, you can cut him off.
Watch out!
What happened?
They're on the train, Ma'am!
What do you mean, on the train?
I mean they're on top of the train!
Well, get after them, for God's sake!
He's goint out of range.
We've lost tracking, we're blind here, what's going on?
I'm still with them.
Every CCTV satellite, anything.
What was that?
VW Beetle... I think.
Bond, he's uncoupling the cars.
007, are you all right?
Just changing carriages.
What's going on? Report!
It's rather hard to explain, Ma'am!
007 is still in pursuit.
There is hardly any much more road. I don't think I can go any further.
I may have a shot.
It's not clean. Repeat, I do not have a clean shot.
They have a tunnel ahead. I'm gonna lose them.
Can you get into a better position?
Negative, there's no time.
Take a shot.
I say, take the shot!
I can't, I may hit Bond!
Take the bloody shot!
Agent down.
It's like being summoned to the headmaster's study.
It's a new chairman, it's just a standard procedure.
Bloody waste of my time, that's what I call it.
I'm sorry to have to deal with such a delicate subject at out first encounter.
But, M, I have to be frank with you.
I think it would be a good idea.
Prime Minister's concerned.
Well, you can tell him my operatives are pursuing every avenue.
Have you considered pulling out the agents?
I've considered every option.
Forgive me, 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 every NATO agent
embedded in terrorist organisations 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.
I would call this civilian nervous side.
No, I want to call this retirement planning.
Your country has only the highest respect for you and your many years of service.
When your current posting is completed,
you'll be awarded GCMG with full honors. Congratulations.
You're firing me.
No, Ma'am, I'm here to oversee the transition period leading to your volutanry retirement in two months' time.
Your successor is yet to be appointed, so I will be asking you...
I'm not an idiot, Mellory.
I know I can't do this job forever. But I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the department in worse shape than I found it.
M, you've had a great run. You should leave with dignity.
Oh, to hell with dignity. I'll leave when the job's done.
Yes?
Now?
Ma'am, alert from Q branch, someone's trying to decrypt the stolen hard drive.
We're tracing the encryption signal. Localizing now.
It's somewhere in the UK.
London.
Get us back to the base as soon as possible.
It's coming from MI6.
What?
The data bank is linking to our network. Correction, 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 strike the source.
How the hell did they get into our system?
Get me trace back now.
But it is...
It is from 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...
This is CNN, breaking news...
what now appears to be a major terrost attack in the heart of London,
No one's yet claimed responsibility for what sources are calling a possible cyber terrorist assault on the British Secret Service.
Early reports from the scene indicate at least six dead, many more injured
with victims being evacuated to local hospitals within minutes of the explosion.
It's time to go.
I'm gonna find whoever did this.
Where the hell have you been?
Enjoying death.
007 reporting for duty.
Why didn't you call?
You didn't get the postcard?
You should try it some time, get away from it all, it really lends perspective.
Ran out of drink, where you were, did they?
What was that you said?
Take the bloody shot.
I made a judgment call.
You should have trusted me to finish the job.
It was a 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 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're both played out.
If you believe that, why did you come back?
Good question.
Because we're 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 only return to duty when you've passed the tests. So take them seriously.
The shower might be in order.
I'll go home and change.
Oh, we've sold your flat.
Put your things into storage.
Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin.
You should have called.
I will find a hotel.
Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.
And so they hacked into environmental control system, locked up the safety protocols and turned on the gas.
All of which should have been impossible.
All told, they hacked in her files. They knew her appointments, they knew she'd be out of the building.
They weren't targeting her. They wanted her to see it.
Where are we, Tanner?
New digs.
The old building was declared strategically vulnerable.
That's putting it mildly.
They've been able to breach the most secure computer system in Britain.
So we're on war footing now.
This is part of Churchill's bunker.
We're still discovering tunnels dating back to the 18th century.
Would be fascinating if it wasn't for the rats.
When will I see M?
Tomorrow, you will see M and Mallory too, if you're lucky.
Who's Mallory?
New chairman of Intelligence and Security committee.
Charming man, I think you and him are really gonna hit it off.
Welcome to the new MI6.
We've attempted to trace the computer message,
but it was sent by an asymmetrical security algorithm which bounces the signal all over the globe
through over a thousand different servers.
And that they have the codes
it's only the matter of time before they're able to decrypt the list.
Q branch have been analyzing the picture, but so far nothing.
General feeling it's probably someone from her past.
Perhaps when she was running things in Hong Cong. She's no idea what it all means.
And you believe that?
Truth is, we don't have a clue who took the list. Or what they plan to do with it.
We can always do this later.
You know what, let's.
I'd like to start with some simple word associations.
Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I might say 'day' and you might say...
'Wasted'
All right.
Gun.
Shot.
Agent.
Provocateur.
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. For her eyes only.
She's ready for you.
I'm sorry, have we met before?
I'm the one who should say sorry.
It was only for ribs, some of the less vital organs...
Nothing major.
Not enough excitement in Istanbul?
I've been reassigned.
Temporary suspension from field work.
Really?
M- hmm. Something to do with killing 007.
Well, you gave your best shot.
It was hardly my best shot.
I'm not sure I can survive your best.
You might get the chance.
Well, do me a favor, will you? If they do ever let out back there, worn 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.
It's 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 up in smoke and that bloody thing survives.
Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.
007, Gareth Mallory.
I hope I haven't missed anything, but PM does prattle on on the crisis. Bond.
Mallory.
I've just been reviewing Bond's tests. It seems you've passed.
By the skin of your teeth. You're back on active service.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
I'll, uhm, I'll go outside.
I only have one question. Why not stay dead?
You had a perfect way out. Go and live quietly somewhere.
Not many field agents get to leave 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 young man's game.
Look, you've been seriously injured, there's no shame in saying you've lost a step.
The only shame being not admitting it until it's too late.
Hire me or fire me. It's entirely up to you.
If he says he's ready, he's ready.
Perhaps you can't see it, or...
maybe you won't?
What exactly are you implying?
You're sentimental about him.
As long as I'm head of this department, I'll choose my own operatives.
Fair enough.
Good luck, 007.
Don't cock it up.
We've analyzed the shrapnel fragments.
It looks it wasn't a direct hit, or it would've cut you in half.
It's a depleted uranium shell, military grade.
Hard to get, extremely expensive
and only used by select few.
Recognize anyone?
Him.
OK. Name's Patrice. He's a ghost.
No known residence or country of origin.
So how do we find him?
Well, luckily we still have one or two friends left in the CIA.
They're after him for the Yemeni ambassador's murder.
And they're getting close.
Intel is, he's gonna be in Shanghai in two days' time, probably on the job.
You are to go there and await further instructions.
If he turns up, he's yours.
Find out who he works 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 Quartermaster for your documentation.
He hasn't set up shop 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.
It always makes me feel a little melancholy.
Grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away for scrap.
The inevitability of time, don't you think?
What do you see?
A bloody big ship.
Excuse me.
007.
I'm your new Quartermaster.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
Your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
Rumor has it, I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas
before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in 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's hard to know which in your pajamas.
Q.
007.
Ticket to Shanghai.
Documentation and passport.
Thank you.
And this.
Walter PPK/S nine millimeter shot. There's micro sensor in the grip.
It's been coded to your palm print, so only you can fire it.
Less of a random killing machine, or of a personal statement.
And this?
Standard issue radio transmitter.
Activate it, and it broadcasts your location. Distress signal.
And that's it.
A gun and a radio.
Not exactly Christmas, is it?
Were you expecting an exploding pen?
We don't really go in for that anymore.
Good luck out there in the field.
And please return the equipment in one piece.
Brave new world.
Who's got the list?
Tell me, who are you working for?
Tanner? He's posted the first five names.
Their cover's 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.
Aren't you a bit overqualified to be delivering messages?
Ah, it's all part of the learning curve.
And Q's afraid of flying.
Of course he is.
So... Whoever it is that stole the list, has already decrypted it.
They posted the first five names on the Web.
Well, it was only a matter of time.
Oh, that's just the start. They're posting five more next week and the week after.
It's some kind of sadistic game.
Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.
Well, I want to do some things the old-fashioned way.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Are you putting your life in my hands again?
M's... already briefed me on the list.
Raising the tantalizing question of what you're really doing here.
My official directive was to help,
in any way I can.
Like spying for Mallory.
You know, Mallory is not as bad as you think.
He's a bureaucrat.
You should do your homework.
Gareth Mallory was a lieutenant colonel...
lieutenant colonel in Northern Ireland regiment,
spent three months at the hands of the IRA.
So, there's more to him than meets the eye.
We'll see.
Keep still.
This is the tricky part.
That's better.
You look the part now.
Uh-huh?
Uh-huh.
And what part is that?
Old dog,
new tricks.
Good evening.
Evening.
Don't touch your hair.
I've locked three exits,
lots of blind spots.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
You have scrubbed up not too bad yourself.
Yeah, it's amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling me.
You gamble?
I like a little flutter now and then.
Who doesn't like to take chances?
Good evening, sir, how may I help you?
I'd like to cash this, 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.
I can gallantly stretch to two.
I guess I now got four million Euros in here.
Not bad.
I like this game.
Oh, will we play another?
I don't gamble.
I'm not very lucky.
Little luck with our friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who would redeem the chip.
I made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Do I overcomplicate the plot?
Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twist?
Mister...
Bond. James Bond.
Severine. So, Mr Bond,
shall we discuss your next performance
over that drink?
I'd like that.
Will your friends be joining us?
That, I'm afraid, is inevitable.
She's pretty.
I know.
You like that sort of thing?
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
Would 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-versed.
How would you know that?
Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.
One can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedo carry Walthers.
I am correct in assuming you killed Patrice?
Yes.
Might I ask why?
I want to meet your employer.
Be careful what you wish for.
We'll see.
Thank you for the drink.
Mr Bond.
You put on a good show.
But ever since we sat down, you haven't stopped looking at your bodyguards.
Well, three is a little bit excessive.
They control you,
they're not protecting you.
Tattoo on your wrist,
is Macao sex trade.
You belonged to one of the houses when you were 12? 13?
I guess he was your way out.
Perhaps you thought 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.
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?
In some way he'd surely die of.
Perhaps you can.
When I leave, they're going to kill you.
If you survive, I'm on the Chimera.
North harbor. Berth seven.
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 the red.
It's the circle of life.
Yes.
It's time to cast off.
All right.
I like you better without your Beretta.
I feel naked without it.
Good evening. The controversy surrounding the Ministry of Defense
has escalated today as images of the Hussein assassination
continued to circulate.
We should warn you: some viewers might
find these images disturbing.
Captain Hussein, an MI6 operative in Bedjedin in the Middle East
was one of the five agents exposed
in what is now being 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 they're about to antiquate
bloody idiots fighting a war we don't understand
and can't possibly win.
Look, three of my agents are dead already.
Don't embroil me in politics now.
Prime Minister's ordered an inquiry.
You'll have to appear.
Oh, standing in the stock at midday.
Who's antiquated now?
For Christ's sake, listen to yourself,
we're a democracy,
we're accountable to the people we're trying to defend.
We can't keep working in the shadows,
there are no more shadows.
You don't get this, do you?
Whoever's behind this,
whoever's doing it, he knows us.
He's 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 overnight.
He made them think there was a leak at the chemical plant.
It's amazing, the panic you can cause with a single computer.
He wanted the island, so he took it.
Does this 'he' always get what he wants?
More than you know.
I'm sorry.
Hello, James. Welcome!
Do you like the island?
My grandmother had an island.
Nothing to boast of, you could walk along it in 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 rats off an island?
Hmm? My grandmother showed me.
We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid.
Then we wired coconut to the lid's base
and the rats would 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 became to get hungry.
And one by one,
they start eating each other
until there are only two left.
Two survivors.
And then what – do you kill them?
No. You take them
and release them into the trees.
But now they don't eat coconut anymore.
Now they only eat rat.
You have changed their nature.
The two survivors,
this is what she made us.
I made my own choices.
Hm. You think you did.
That's her genius.
Station H. Am I right?
Honkong?
Um-hmm. '86 to '97.
Back then, I was her favorite.
And you're not nearly the agent that 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 to me.
No?
No.
What do you score in your marksmanship evaluation?
70.
40.
Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?
Yes.
No. No.
Medical evaluation, fail, physical evaluation, fail,
psychological evaluation – alcohol and substance addiction indicated. Oof.
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 sent you after me knowing you're not ready,
knowing you would likely die.
Mummy was very bad.
Oops. See what she's done to you.
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Her loss.
You're sure this is about her?
It's about her, and you, and me.
You see, we are the last two rats.
We can either eat each other...
Or eat everyone else.
Huh, 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 that physical stuff is so dull...
So dull.
Chasing spies. So old-fashioned.
Your knees must be killing you.
England. The Empire. MI6.
You're living in a ruin, 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 branch.
If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions.
As I do.
Hmm? Name it. Name it!
Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks? Easy!
Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul? Done!
Rig an election in Uganda - all to the highest bidder.
Or a gas explosion in London?
M- hmm. Just point and click.
Well, everybody 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, they couldn't decide what to take,
what to leave, what was important.
I think this everyday reminds me to focus on the essentials.
There's nothing – nothing superfluous in my life.
When a thing is redundant, it is eliminated.
Fifty-year-old Macallan. A particular favorite of yours, I understand.
So, what's the toast?
To the women we love?
Darling. Darling.
No-no-no. Stand up straight. Keep still.
And whatever you do, don't lose your head. Don't... lose... your head.
Don't lose your head.
Time to redeem your marksmanship scores.
Let's see... Who can be the first to knock the glass from her head.
Just to be sporting, I'll let you go first.
Let's see who ends up on top.
Ugh, I can't believe it... I can't believe it.
Did you really die that day?
It there any – any of the old 007 left?
My turn.
I win.
What do you say to that?
It's a waste of good scotch.
What would you like to do now? Take me back to her?
All on your own?
Who says I'm on my own?
Latest tech from Q branch. Called a radio.
All right. Time to say hello.
You are smaller than I remember.
Whereas I barely remember you at all.
Strange, for me it feels just like yesterday.
Are you surprised?
Not particularly.
But then you always were a slippery one.
Maybe that's why you liked me so much.
You flatter yourself.
Ah. No remorse.
Just as I had imagined.
Regret is unprofessional.
'Regret is unprofessional'... they kept me for 5 months
in a room with no air, they tortured me,
and I protected your secrets, I protected you.
But they made me suffer. And 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 left molar.
You remember, right?
So, I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule, it...
burned all my insides, but I didn't die.
Life clang 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're going to be transferred to Belmarsh prison
where you'll be remanded in custody until the Crown Persecution Service
deem you fit to stand trial for...
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 would have it struck off.
Soon, you past will be as non-existent as your future.
I'll never see you again.
Do you know what it does to you?
Hydrogen cyanide?
Look upon your work, Mother.
Let me know what you recover from his computers.
Has he transmitted the list, if so, to who. I want this resolved.
Yes, Ma'am.
His name is Tiago Rodrigues.
He was a brilliant agent.
But he started to operate beyond his brief, hacking the Chinese.
The handover was coming up and they were onto him, so
I gave him up. I got six agents in return and a peaceful transition.
We should go, Ma'am. Court of inquiry will be in 30 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.
He's established fail-safe protocols to wipe the memory if there's any attempt to access certain files.
Only about 6 people in the world could program safe-guards like that.
Of course there are. Can you get past them?
I invented them.
Right then. Let's see what you've got for us, Mr Silva.
We're in.
Sir, what do you make of this?
This is omega site. Best encrypted level he has.
Looks like obfuscated code to conceal its true purpose.
Security through obscurity.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have order.
I'd like to begin proceedings.
We're gathered today to address important issues concerning the future of our national security.
Going somewhere?
So you believe the security of MI6 during the recent crisis has been up to scratch?
Well, I believe we have apprehended the responsible party and are taking all necessary steps to ensure that the sensitive information is contained.
Ah! So it's a job well done.
Well I'm not saying it's all gone perfectly, but...
You'll forgive me for not putting up the bunting. I find it rather difficult to overlook the monumental
security breaches and dead operatives for which you are highhandedly responsible.
He's using a polymorphic engine to maintain the code. Whenever I try to gain access, it changes.
It's like solving a Rubik's cube that's fighting back.
Stop.
Go in a little.
Granborough. Granborough Road. It's an old tube station on the Metropolitan line.
Been closed for years.
Use that as a key.
Oh, look it's a map!
It's London.
Subterranean London.
What's going on? Why do the doors open?
Oh no! Can someone tell me how the hell he got into our system?
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hacked us.
Oh no.
Q, he's gone.
I'm on a stairwell below isolation. You read me, Q?
I can hear you. I'm looking for you.
Got you. Tracking your location. Just keep moving forward.
Take the next service door on your right.
If you're through 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 computer. It was all planned.
Blowing up HQ, all the emergency protocols. All we have retrieved down here.
I got all that. What he's got planned next what worries me.
District line is the closest. There 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 and put your back into it.
No, it's stuck.
Oh, good.
There's a train coming.
Hmm. That's vexing.
I'm through.
Told you!
We've alerted security, police are on their way.
Where are you now?
Temple tube station.
Along with half of London.
Oh I see. Here you are.
I know where I am, Q. Where is he?
Just a second, I'm looking for him.
There's too many people, I can't see him.
Welcome to rush hour on the tube.
Something you don't know much about.
Train's leaving.
Do I get on the train?
Don't get on the train unless he's on it. Give us a minute.
Do 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, he's dressed as a policeman.
Of course he is.
Where is he going? Where is he going?
He's going for M. Tell Tanner. Get her out of there.
You've overlooked or chosen to ignore hard evidence and consistently, almost obstinately relied on...
Silva's escaped. Bond's in pursuit. We need to get you to secure location immediately, Ma'am.
Like hell am I going to show him my back.
Are we straining your attention?
No, please Minister, proceed.
Excuse me.
It's as if you insist on pretending we still live in the golden age of espionage,
when human intelligence was the only resource available.
Well, I find this rather old-fashioned belief demonstrates a reckless disregard for every...
Excuse me, Minister, I don't mean to interrupt, but
just for the sake of variety, might we actually hear from the witness?
Of course.
Thank you.
Ow!
I won't miss next time, Mr Silva.
Not bad! Not bad, James, for a physical wreck.
Why, thank you.
You caught me.
Now, here's your prize.
The latest thing from my local toy store.
It's called 'radio'.
I do hope that wasn't for me.
No. But that is.
Chairman, ministers. Today I've repeatedly heard how
irrelevant my department has become.
Why do we need agents, the double oh section? Isn't that all rather quaint?
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 no longer known to us.
They do not exist on the map, they are not nations, they are individuals.
Look around you, who do you fear?
Can you see a face, a uniform, a flag? No.
Our world is not more transparent now. It's more opaque.
It's in the shadows.
That's where we must do battle.
So, before you declare us 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 of it sunk in, despite my best intentions.
And here today I remember this. I think, from Tennyson:
We are not now that strength which in old days
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.
007, what the hell are we doing?
You kidnapping me?
That would be one way of looking at it.
Too many people are dying because of me.
If you want Silva, he's gonna come and get you.
We've been one step behind Silva from the start.
It's time to get out in the front and change the game.
And I'm to be the bait?
All right.
Just us. No one else.
Q, I need help.
I'm tracking the car, where are you going?
I've got M. We're about to disappear.
What?
I need you to lay a trail of breadcrumbs impossible to follow for anyone except Silva.
You think you can do it?
I'm guessing it's not strictly official.
Not even remotely.
So much for my promising career in espionage.
Well I'm not hiding in there if that's your brilliant plan.
We're changing vehicles. Trouble with company cars is they have trackers.
And I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.
Get in.
It's not really comfortable, is it?
You're gonna complain the whole way?
Oh, go on and eject me. See if I care.
Where are we going?
Back in time. Somewhere we'll have the advantage.
It's a fine line. If a breadcrumb's too small, then he might miss it.
Too big, and Silva will smell a rat.
Do you think even Silva will ever spot that?
He's the only one who could.
Sir.
What are you doing?
We're just... monitoring.
Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.
Well, sir... No...
Excellent thinking, get them isolated.
Send them on I89, that's a direct route, you can monitor their progress more accurately and confirm it with traffic counters.
But what if PM finds out?
Then we're all buggered. Carry on.
Is this where you grew up?
Hmm.
How old were you when they died?
You know the answer to that, don't you?
You know the whole story.
Orphans always make the best recruits.
Storm's coming.
Christ.
M-hmm.
No wonder you never came back.
James. James Bond.
Good God. You're still alive.
Huh. It's nice to see you, too.
M, this is Kincade. Gamekeeper here since I was a boy.
Pleased to meet you, Emma!
Mr Kincade.
You're a tad late, they sold the place when they thought you were dead.
Seems they were wrong. What are you doing here?
Some men are coming to kill us.
We're gonna kill them first.
Then we'd better get ready.
Do we still have a gun room?
Ah.
They sold a lot to a collector from Idaho or some such place.
They we shipped out weeks ago.
There's just your father's old hunting rifle.
We couldn't let that go.
And this is what we've got.
I might have a couple sticks of dynamite from the quarry.
But, if all else fails, sometimes the old ways are the best.
So, who are we supposedly fighting?
No 'we' in it, Kincade.
This is not your fight.
Try and stop me you jumped-up little shit.
Now, remember what I told you, don't let itpull to the left.
I'll do my best.
What did you say you did for a 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 her secret ways.
Let me show you this.
Priest-hole!
Yeah. From Reformation times.
The tunnel leads under the moor. In danger, this is the place to come.
That night I told him his parents had died he hid in here for 2 days.
When he did come out, he was not a boy anymore.
Let's get on.
I fucked this up, didn't I?
No.
You did your job.
I read your obituary of me.
And?
Appalling.
Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. It called you 'an example of British fortitude'.
I think that was all right.
You ready?
I was ready before you were born, son.
Welcome to Scotland.
You dropped something?
You're hurt?
Only my pride. I never was a good shot.
He's not here. He's not here.
Always good at making an entrance. You two, go to the kitchen. Now!
Look behind you!
Go to the chapel. Use the tunnel.
Everybody listen to me. Don't you dare touch her! She's mine!
Time for you to come out and say 'hello'?
Come on. This way.
I always hated this place.
Time to get it rolled.
Just make sure Bond's dead!
Now it's me and her.
You see what comes of all this running around, Mr Bond?
All that jumping and fighting, it's exhausting.
Relax.
You need to relax.
Oh, well. Mother's calling. I'll give her a good-bye kiss for you.
Of course, it had to be here. It had to be this way.
Thank you.
I can't find it...
No!
Please, don't.
You're hurt! You're hurt!
What have they done to you?
Free both of us, free both of us.
The same bullet.
Do it!
Only you can do it.
Do it.
Last rat standing.
007. What took you so long?
Oh, I got into some deep water.
I suppose it's... too late to hang around, my friend.
Well, I'm game if you are.
I did get one thing right.
Wow. I didn't even know you could come up here.
Hate to waste a view.
I can see why.
I thought you were going back on active service.
I declined.
You said it yourself, field work's not for everyone.
If it helps, I feel a lot safer.
Her will was read today.
She left you this.
Maybe it was her way of telling you to take a desk job.
Just the opposite.
Thank you.
You know, we've never formally been introduced.
Oh. Well, my name's Eve. Eve Moneypenny.
I'll look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.
Me too.
I'll sure we'll have one or two close shaves.
Morning 007.
Good morning, Tanner.
He will see you now.
How's the arm, sir?
What? Oh, it's fine. I will get 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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