Ronson's down.
He needs medical evac.
Where is it? Is it there?
Hard drive's 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's in the 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 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.
You both know what's at stake here.
We can't afford to lose that list.
Yes, ma'am.
Where are they now?
They appear to be on the rooftops of the Grand Bazaar.
Take a left. There's a bridge. You can cut him off.
Down, sir!
- What happened? - They're on the train, ma'am.
What do you mean on the train?
I mean, they're on top of a train.
Well, get after them, for God's sake!
She's going out of range.
We've lost tracking. We're blind here.
- What's going on? - I'm still with them.
Get me CCTV, satellite, anything!
What was that?
VW Beetles.
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's still in pursuit.
Looks like there isn't 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.
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.
I can't! I may hit Bond.
Take the bloody shot!
Agent down.
♪ This is the end ♪
♪ Hold your breath and count to ten ♪
♪ Feel the earth move and then ♪
♪ Hear my heart burst again ♪
♪ For this is the end ♪
♪ I've drowned and dreamt this moment ♪
♪ So overdue, I owe them ♪
♪ Swept away, I'm stolen ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ When it crumbles ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ And face it all together ♪
♪ At Skyfall ♪
♪ Skyfall is where we start ♪
♪ A thousand miles and poles apart ♪
♪ Where worlds collide and days are dark ♪
♪ You may have my number ♪
♪ You can take my name ♪
♪ But you'll never have my heart ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ When it crumbles ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ And face it all together ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ When it crumbles ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ And face it all together♪ ♪At Skyfall ♪
♪ Where you go I go ♪
♪ What you see I see ♪
♪ I know I'd never be me without the security ♪
♪ Of your loving arms ♪
♪ keeping me from harm ♪
♪ Put your hand in my hand and we'll stand ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ When it crumbles ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ And face it all together ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ When it crumbles ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ And face it all together ♪
♪ At Skyfall ♪
♪ Let the sky fall ♪
♪ We will stand tall ♪
♪ At Skyfall ♪
It's like being summoned to the headmaster's study.
It's a new Chairman. Just standard procedure.
Bloody waste of my time is what I call it.
I'm sorry to have to deal with such
a delicate subject at our first encounter.
But, um...
I have to be frank with you.
I think that would be a good idea.
The 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 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.
Are we to call this "civilian oversight"?
No, we're 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 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 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.
Centering in the UK.
London.
Get us back to base as soon as possible.
It's coming from MI6.
What?
The data packet 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 our system?
Getting trace back now.
It appears...
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.
Oh...!
This is CNN Breaking News.
Emergency crews are still attempting to assess
the damage as investigators hunt for leads
in what now appears to be a major
terrorist attack in the heart of London.
No-one has 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, ma'am.
I'm going to 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 it you said?
"Take the bloody shot."
I made a judgment 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 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.
Well, 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 can only return to duty when you've passed the tests,
so take them seriously.
And a 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'll find a hotel.
Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.
The assailant hacked into the environmental control system,
locked out the safety protocols
and turned on the gas, all of which should have been impossible.
On top of that, they hacked into her files.
They knew her appointments, 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.
He was able to breach the most secure computer system in Britain.
So we're on war footing now.
This was part of Churchill's bunker.
We're still discovering tunnels
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's Mallory?
The new Chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee.
Charming man. I think you and he
are really going to 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 bounced the signal all over the globe
through over a thousand different servers.
And now that they've accessed M's codes,
it's only a matter of time before they're able to decrypt the list.
Q-Branch have been analyzing the picture but so far nothing.
The general feeling is it's probably someone from her past.
Perhaps when she was running things in Hong Kong.
She's no idea what it all means.
You believe that?
The 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.
Well, 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 four ribs.
Some of the less vital organs.
Nothing major.
Not enough excitement in Istanbul?
I've been reassigned.
Temporary suspension from field work.
- Really? - Mmm.
Something to do with killing 007.
Well, you gave it your best shot.
That was hardly my best shot.
I'm not sure I could survive your best.
I 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.
That's what you want?
Yes, of course.
It's 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 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.
The PM does prattle on in a 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, um...
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 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 would be 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.
You're lucky it wasn't a direct hit
or it would have cut you in half.
It's a depleted uranium shell. Military grade.
Hard to get, extremely expensive,
and only used by a select few.
Recognize anyone?
Him.
Okay. 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 going to be in Shanghai
in two days time, probably on a job.
You're 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.
Always makes me feel a little melancholy.
A 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.
Well, your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I'll hazard 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.
Oh, 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.
Walther PPK/S 9mm short.
There's a micro-dermal sensor in the grip.
It's been coded to your palm print so only you can fire it.
Less of a random killing machine, more 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've got some new information.
Aren't you a little overqualified to be delivering messages?
It's all part of the learning curve.
And Q's afraid of flying.
Of course he is.
So whoever stole the list has already decrypted it.
They posted the first five names on the web.
Well, it was only a matter of time.
Well, 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 like 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's 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, Hereford 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.
Now that's better.
You look the part now.
- Mm-hmm. - Mmm.
And what part's that?
Old dog,
new tricks.
Good evening.
Evening.
Don't touch your ear.
I've got three exits,
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 can do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling me.
Do 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 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'll even stretch to two.
I'm guessing I've got four 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.
A little like our friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who would redeem the chip.
You made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Did I over-complicate the plot?
Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twist, Mr...?
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.
Now, now.
If you like that sort of thing.
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
Would you mind if I asked you a business question?
Depends on the question.
It has to do with death.
A subject in which you're well-versed.
And 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 tuxedos 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.
You're scared.
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.
Now, three of them is a bit excessive.
They're controlling you. They're not protecting you.
The tattoo on your wrist is Macau sex trade.
You belonged to one of the houses. What were you? 12? 13?
I'm guessing 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?
Someone usually dies.
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 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 Defence has escalated today
as images of the Husein assassination continue to circulate.
We should warn you, some viewers
might find these images disturbing.
Captain Husein, an MI6 operative embedded 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 we're a bunch of antiquated 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.
The Prime Minister's ordered an inquiry. You'll have to appear.
Oh, standing in the stocks at midday? Who's antiquated now?
For Christ's sake, listen to yourself. We're a democracy,
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.