Good luck with that.
Thank you.
Put it all on red.
That's the circle of life.
Yes?
It's time to cast off.
All 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 we are trying to defend.
We can't keep working in the shadows.
There are no more shadows.
You don't get this, do you.
Whoever is behind this, whoever is doing it, 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 release them into the trees.
And now they don't eat coconut anymore.
Now they only eat rat.
You have changed their nature.
The two survivors.
This is what you made us.
I made my own choices.
You think you did.
That's sheer 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 on your maximum ship evaluation?
70.
40.
Did she tell you the psychologyst cleaned you for duty?
- Yes. - No.
No.
Medical evaluation; Fail.
Physical evalution; Fail.
Psychological evaluation, alcohol and substance 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 missions...
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 we love?
Darling...
Darling, your 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.
You are smaller than I remembered.
Well, as I bet you remember you were tall.
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. - 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 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 lift molar.
You remember, right?
So I broke the tooth...
and bit into the capsule.
Burned all my insights...
but I didn't die.
Life climed 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 non-existent as your future.
I'll never see you again.
Did you know what it does to you?
Hydrogen cyanide?
Look at what you've done,
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.
He was a brilliant agent.
But he started operating beyond his brief hacking the Chinese.
The hand over was coming up and they were hunting him, so...
I gave him up.
I got six agents in return...
and a peaceful transition.
We should go, ma'am. Board enquiry begins 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.
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 do you 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 have apprehended the responsible party
undertaking all the necessary steps
to ensure that the sensitive information is contained.
Ugh! Such a job well done.
I'm not saying it all gone perfectly, but...
You forgive me for not putting up the banting.
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.
Go into that.
Granborough.
Granborough Road, it's an old...
tube station on the metropolitan line.
Been closed for years.
Use that as a key.
Now, look. It's a map.
It's London.
Subterranean London.
What's going on?
Why the doors open?
Can someone tell me how the 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.
Blowing up HQ, only emergency protocols.
And all we have retrieved down here.
I got all that.
What it's got planned next it worries me.
The 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 here and put your back into it?
No, it's studded.
Not good.
There's a train coming.
Hmm. That's vexing.
I'm through.
I told you.
We've alerted security. Police are on the 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?
Give us 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.
The train's leaving.
Do I get on the train?
Don't get on the train unless he's on it. Give us 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's in pursuit.
We need to get you to a secured 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.
I won't miss next time, Mr. Silva.
Not bad.
Not bad, James, for a physical wreck.
Oh, thank you.
You caught 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've repeatedly heard how
irrelevant my department has become.
Why you we need agents for Double-O 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 not longer known to us.
They do not exist on the map.
They're not nations.
They are individuals.
But 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, um...
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."
Move.
Move. Move.
007, what the hell are we doing?
You're kidnapping me.
That would be one way of looking at it.
Too many people are dying because of me.
If you wants you, he's gonna have to come and get you.
We've been one 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 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.
You 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's your brilliant plan.
We're changing vehicles.
The trouble with company cars is they have trackers.
And I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.
Get in.
It's not been 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 have the advantage.
It's a fine line.
If a breadcrum's too small then he might miss it.
Too big and Silva will smell the rat.
That's what 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 them isolated.
Send him on the I89. It's the direct route.
You can monitor his progress more accurately
and confirm it with the traffic cameras.
But what if PM 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'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?
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 hunting 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.
But if all else fails, sometimes...
the old ways are the best.
So, who are we supposedly 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 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 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.
We must get on.
I fucked this up, didn't I?
No.
You did your job.
I read your obituary of me.
- And? - Appaling.
Yeah, I knew you'd hate it.
It called you 'An example of the British fortitude.'
I think that was all right.
Are you ready?
I was ready before you're were born, son.
Welcome to Scotland.
You dropped something?
Are you hurt?
Only my pride.
I never was a good shot.
He's not here,
and he's not here.
Always good at making an entrance.
You two, go to the kitchen. Now!
Go behind the yard.
Go to the chapel. Use the tunnel.
Everyone listen to me. Don't you dare touch M.
She's mine.
And your friends come out and 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?
Oh, I...
got into some deep water.
I suppose it's...
too late to hang around and fret.
Well, I'm game if you are.
I did get one thing right.
Wow!
I didn't even know you could come up here.
I hate to waste a view.
I can see why.
I thought you were 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.
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.
My name is Eve.
Eve Moneypenny.
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, Tanner. - He will see you now.
How's the arm, sir?
What?
Oh, it's fine.
It 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.