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, that'll be 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 grand 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 to 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.
There is CCTV satellite, end of it.
What was that?
VW Beetles, I think.
He's uncapping the cars.
- 007, are you alright? - Just changing carriages.
What's going on? Report!
It's rather hard to explain, ma'am.
007 is saying proceed.
This side here 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.
Agent down.
It's like going into the headmaster study.
It's new chairman's just a standard procedure.
Bloody waste of my time, that's what I'd call it.
I'm sorry to have to 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 every 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 only the highest respect for you
and your many years of service.
When your current posting is completed,
you'll be awarded to JCMG
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 successor has yet to be appointed, so we'll be asking you--
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's sent here in the UK.
London.
Get to inspect the basis as soon as possible.
- It's coming from MI6. - What?
The data back, it is linking to our network.
Corrupted. 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'm gonna 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, eh?
What it 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 into 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 will not sleep in here.
They attacked into the environmental control system
locked out the safety protocols and have turned on the gas.
Well, that should have been 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.
That's putting it marvelly.
Their aim is to breach the most secured 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 to the 18th century.
Quite fascinating, if it wasn't for the rats.
- When do I see M? - Tomorrow, you'll see M...
and Mallory too if you're lucky.
Who is Mallory?
The new chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee.
A charming man, I think. You and him will really gonna hit it off.
Welcome to the new MI6.
We've have attempted to trace the computer message, but...
it was sent by an asymmetrical 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 they are able 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 it 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...
It's 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. does prattle in line of a crisis.
- Bond. - Mallory.
I have just been reviewing Bond's tests.
Seems you passed. Mind the scheme of your tiff?
You're back on active service.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- I'll be outside. - I may have 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 young men's game.
Look, you've been seriously injured.
There's no shame in saying you have lost a step.
The only shame, it would be not admitting until it's too late.
I'm in, or fire me. 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 the head of this department,
I'll choose my own operatives.
Fair enough.
Good luck, 007.
Don't cock it out.
We've analyzed these shrapnel 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's 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 a few 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 being ignominiously hold 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.
Oh, how's it I can do more damage on my laptop
sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Old Grey
than you could 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 is hard to know which in your pyjamas.
- Q... - 007.
Ticket to Shanghai.
- Documentation and passport. - Thank you.
And this.
Walter PPK, it's 9mm 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 as your radio transmitter.
Activated and 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.
Who got the list.
Tell me, who you working for.
Tanner, 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.
Well, I'm going to do some things the old-fashion way.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Are you putting your life in my hands again?
Tans, 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.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
You could scrub out about yourself.
It's amazing what one could do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling mean.
You gamble?
Don't like you a little flatten now and then?
He doesn't like to take chances.
Good evening, sir. How may I help you?
I'd like to cash thes in, 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 good 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'll redeem the chip.
You made such a gold entrance into our little drama.
Do I have a complicated plot?
Who doesnt't appreciate the occasion of twists?
- Mr... - Bond. James Bond.
Severing, so Mr. Bond...
shall we discuss your next performance with all that drink?
Not bad.
Are your friends be joining us?
I'm afraid... it's inevitable.
- She's pretty. - No, no.
Do you like that ass, don't you think?
Well, I'll keep you posted.
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 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 could never be too careful when...
a handsome man in tuxedos carry Walters...
I'm correct in assuming you'll killed 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 have been excessive.
They're controlling you.
They're not protecting you.
Tattoo on your wrist...
is Macao's sex trade..
You belonged to one of the houses when were you, 12?
13?
I can see images of a way out.
I hope she told you were in love.
but that was a long time ago.
You know nothing about it.
Right, 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 survive, 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.