Ronson is down.
He needs a medical evac.
Where is it? Is it there?
- Hard drive is gone. - Are 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!
Have you got him?
He is in the black Audi.
- What about Ronson. - He's been hit.
I'm sending an emergency evacuation squad.
There will be too bloody late.
Have they seen us?
Medical Evac for Ronson, five minutes way.
It's allright? 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 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 after 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.
Get me CCTV, satellite, anything.
What was that?
VW Beetles, I think.
He's uncoupling the cars.
- 007, are you alright? - Just changing carriages.
What's going on? Report!
It's rather hard to explain, ma'am.
007 is still in pursuit.
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.
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It's like being summoned to the headmaster study.
It's a new chairman 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.
I think that 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?
Ma'am alert from Q branch.
Someone are trying to decrypt the stolen hard drive.
They are tracing the encryption signal.
Localizing now.
It's sent here in the UK.
London.
Get us back to base as soon as possible.
- It's coming from MI6. - What?
The data package, it 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 headers, trace the source.
How the hell did they get into in our system?
Getting the trace back now.
- It appears to be 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.
Ran out of drink where you were, did they?
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.
And a shower might be in order.
I go 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 well not sleeping 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.
On top of that they have hacked into her files.
They knew her appointments.
They knew she would 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.
Their were able to breach the most secured computer system in Britain.
So we are on war footing now.
This was 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 bounce the 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 the picture. But so far, nothing.
General feeling it's probably something from her past
Perhaps when she was running things in Hong Kong.
- She has no idea what it all means? - And you believe that?
The truth is we don't have a clue of 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 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 am the one who sould say "sorry".
It was only four ribs.
Some of the less 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.
Doubt you'll get the chance.
Well do me a favor, will you?
If they do ever 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.
- It's what you want? - Yes, of course.
- 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 on in a crisis.
- Bond. - Mallory.
I have just been reviewing Bond's tests.
Seems you passed. By the skin of your teeth.
You're back on active service.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- I'll be outside. - I only 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 man's game.
Look, you've been seriously injured.
There's no shame in saying you have lost a step.
The only shame in it, be not admitting until it's too late.
Hire me or fire me. It's entirely up to you.
If he says he is ready, he is ready.
Perhaps you can't see it 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 up.
We've analyzed the shrapnel fragments.
You're lucky it wasn't a direct hit. It would have cut you in half.
It's a depleted uranium shell. A military grade.
Hard to get, extremely expensive
and only used by select few.
Recognize anyone?
Him.
Okay, the name is Patrice.
He's a ghost.
No known resident 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 a job.
You have to go there and wait further instructions.
If he turns up, he is 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 quarter master 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.
Always makes me feel a little melancholy.
A grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away 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.
Your competence 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.
Walther PPK S 9mm short.
There's a microdermal sensor in the grip...
encoded to your palm print, so only you can fire it.
Where as a random killing machine, more than a personal statement.
And this?
Standard issue radio transmitter.
Activate it and it broadcast your location.
Distress signal.
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 in the field.
And please return the equipment in one piece.
Brave new world.
Who got the list.
Tell me, who are 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.
Aren't 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. - Thats just the start.
They are posting five more next week and the week after.
It's some kind of sadistic game.
Cut throat razor
How very traditional.
Well, I like 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 a 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 look the part now. - Mmh, mmh.
And what part is that?
Old dog...
new tricks.
Good evening.
Don't touch your ear.
I've got three exits.
And lots of blind spots.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
You don't scrub up so bad yourself.
It's amazing what one could do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling mean.
Do you gamble?
I like a little flatter now and then.
Who doesn't like to take chances.
Good evening, sir. How may I help you?
I'd like to cash this 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 will even stretch to two.
I am guessing I've 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 luck out friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who'll redeem the chip.
You made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Did I overcomplicate the 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?
I've love that.
Will your friends be joining us?
That I'm afraid... it's inevitable.
- She's pretty. - Now, now.
If you like that sort of thing.
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. What were you, 12?
13?
I am guessing he was your way out.
Perhaps you thought you were in 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 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.
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 your BSeretta.
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. We could turn back now.
They abandoned it almost over 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.
Do 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 rats of an island?
My grandmother showed me.
We buried an oil drum and hinge the lid.
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 we have 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 she made us.
I made my own choices.
You think you did.
That's her 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 psychologist 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.
Her 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.
Chasing 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 branch.
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 superfluous in my life.
When a thing is redundant, it is... eliminated.
Fifty years old McCallan.
A particular favorite of yours, I understand?
So... what's the toast?
To the women we love?
Darling...
Darling, your lovers is 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 marksmanship scores.
Let's see.
You can be the first...
to knock the glass from her head.
And just to be a sporting, I'll let you go first.
Let's see who ends 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.
It's called a radio.
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 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 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 insides,
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 up on you work
Mother...
Let's me know what you recover from his computer.
Has he trasmitted the list? If so, to whom.
- 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 on to 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.
Thats the encrypted level he has.
Looks like upfurcated code to conceal 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 adress 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 hacked us.
Oh, no.
Q...
He is gone.
I'm on the stairway below isolation.
You read me Q?
I can hear you. I'm looking for you.
Got you. Tracking your location.
Just keep moving 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.
Knowing we retrieved down here.
I got all that.
What he'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 stuck.
Oh 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 you, there 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.
Not something you 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.
Health and Safety. Carry on.
- Where are you? - Take a wild guess, Q.
He's in disguise, now. He is dressed 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 her 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 very comfortable, is it?
Are you going to complain the whole way?
Oh, go on then, 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 the breadcrum too small then he might miss it.
Too big and Silva will smell the rat.
Yes, but do 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.
Is this 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.
Storm's coming.
Christ...
No wonder you never came back.
James...
James Bond.
Good God.
You're still alive.
Nice to see you too.
M... this is Kincade.
Gamekeeper 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 the lot to a collector from Idaho or some such place.
They were 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.
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" in it, 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 hid in 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!
Get behind the arch.
Go to the chapel. Use the tunnel.
Everyone listen to me. Don't you dare touch M.
She's mine.
Can't your friend 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 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 is 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 close 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.