it's not too late. We could turn back now.
I wouldn't be so sure.
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 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 around 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 wired coconut to the lid as bait.
And the rats would come for the coconut and...
...they would fall into the drum.
And after a month, you have trapped all the rats.
But what do 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.
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.
You think you did.
That's her genius.
Station H. Am I right? Hong Kong.
Mm-hmm.
'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 to me.
- No? - No.
What did you score in your marksmanship evaluation?
70.
40.
Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?
- Yes. - No. No.
- Fail. - Failed.
"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 sent you after me knowing you're not ready, knowing you'll likely die.
Mommy was very bad!
Hmm?
Ooh.
See what she's done to you?
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Her loss.
Are you sure this is about M?
It's about her.
And you, and me.
You see, we are the last two rats.
We can either eat each other...
Hmm?
...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 that physical stuff... So dull, so dull.
Chasing spies...
so old-fashioned!
Your knees must be killing you.
England.
The Empire! MIG!
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...
Bip!
Gadgets from those fools in Q-Branch.
If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions. As I do.
Name it.
Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks...
Bip. Easy.
Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul...
Done.
Hmm. Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
Or a gas explosion in London.
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.
And seeing this every day reminds me to focus on the essentials.
There's nothing... nothing superfluous in my life.
When a thing is redundant, it is eliminated.
50-year-old Macallan.
A particular favorite of yours, I understand.
So, what's the toast?
"To the women we love"?
Hmm.
Darling.
Darling, your lovers are here.
No, 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?
And just to be sporting, I'll let you go first.
Let's see who ends up on top.
Oh, I can't believe it.
I 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?
it's a 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?
it's the latest thing from Q-Branch.
It's called a radio.
All right, time to say hello.
You're 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.
No remorse.
Just as I had imagined.
Regret is unprofessional.
"Regret is unprofessional."
They kept me 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 left molar.
You remember, right?
Sol broke the tooth and...
...bit into the capsule.
And it...
It burned all my insides.
But I didn't die.
Life clung 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 Prosecution 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 will have it struck off.
Soon your past will be as nonexistent 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 computer.
Has he transmitted the lists? 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 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. Board of Inquiry 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.
He's established failsafe protocols to wipe the memory
if there's any attempt to access certain files.
Only six people in the world could program safeguards 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?
It's his Omega site.
Most 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 the proceedings.
We're gathered today to address important issues
concerning the future of our national security.
Going somewhere?
So you believe your stewardship 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.
Oh,
so it's a job well done.
I'm not saying it's gone perfectly, but...
You'll forgive me for not putting up the bunting.
I find it rather difficult to overlook monumental
security breaches and dead operatives
for which you are almost single-handedly responsible.
He's using a polymorphic engine to mutate 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 on that.
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 are the doors open?
Oh, no.
Can someone tell me how the hell he got into our system?
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
He hacked us.
Oh, no.
Q.
He's gone.
I'm in a stairwell below isolation.
Do 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 an 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. Knowing the emergency protocols.
Knowing we'd retreat down here.
I've got all that. it's what he's got planned next that worries me.
District Line is the closest. There's a service door on your left.
Got it.
It won't open.
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.
Told you.
We alerted security. Police are on their 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's he?
Give us a second. I'm looking for him.
Mind the gap.
There's too many people. I can't see him.
Welcome to rush hour on the Tube.
Not something you'd know much about.
Mind the gap.
The train's leaving. Do I get on the train?
Don't get on. I'm not sure he's on it. Give us a minute.
Do [get an the train?
Bond.
- What.7 - Get on the train.
He's keen to get home.
Will you open the door, please?
Open the door.
Health and Safety. Carry on.
Where are you?
Take a wild guess, Q.
He's in disguise, dressed as a policeman.
Of course he is.
Where's he going? Where's 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...
Silva's escaped. Bond's in pursuit.
We need to get you to a secure location immediately.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna show her my back.
Are we straining your attention?
No. Please, Minister, proceed.
Excuse me.
Move! Move!
it's as if you insist on pretending
we still live in a golden age of espionage
where human intelligence was the only resource available.
Well, I find this rather old-fashioned belief
demonstrates a reckless disregard for...
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.
Oh!
I won't miss next time, Mr. Silva.
Not bad. Not bad, James, for a physical wreck.
Oi. Thank you.
You caught me.
Now, here's your prize.
The latest thing from my local toy store.
It's called radio.
Whew!
I do hope that wasn't for me.
No.
But that is.
Chairman, Ministers.
Today I've repeatedly heard haw
irrelevant my department has become.
Why do we need agents? The Double-O section?
Isn't it 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 a map.
They're 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?
I've 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 rem ember 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."
Go, go, go, go!
Move!
Move! Go! Move!
007, what the hell are we doing? Are you kidnapping me?
That would be one way of looking at it.
Too many people are dying because of me.
If he wants you, he'll have to come and get you.
We've been one step behind Silva from the start.
It's time to get out in front, change the game.
And I'm to be the bait?
All right. But 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. Think you can do it?
I'm guessing this isn't strictly official.
Not even remotely.
So much for my promising career in espionage.
I'm not hiding in there, if that's your brilliant plan.
We're changing vehicles.
Trouble with company cars is they have trackers.
Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.
Get in.
it's not very comfortable, is it?
Are you gonna 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.
Make the breadcrumb too small and he might miss it.
Too big and Silva will smell a rat.
But do you think even Silva will be able to spot that?
He's the only one who could.
Sir.
Oh.
What are you doing?
We're just... monitoring.
Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.
- Well, sir, um... - Well, no.
Excellent thinking. Get him isolated.
Send him on the A9. it's the direct route.
You can monitor his progress more accurately
and confirm it with the traffic cameras.
But what if the PM finds out?
Then we're all buggered.
Carry on.
Is this where you grew up?
Mm.
How old were you when they died?
You know the answer to that.
You know the whole story.
Orphans always make the best recruits.
Storm's coming.
Christ.
Mm-hmm.
No wonder you never came back.
James.
James Bond.
Good God.
Are you still alive?
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've sold the place,
when they thought you were dead.
It seems they were wrong.
What are you doing here?
Some men are coming to kill us.
But we're gonna kill them first.
Then we'd better get ready.
Do we still have a gun room?
Ah.
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 is it we're supposed to be fighting?
No "we" in it, Kincade.
This is not your fight.
Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.
Now, remember what I taught 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 secret ways.
Let me show you this.
Priest's hole?
Yeah, 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 had died, he hid in here for two days.
When he did come out...
he wasn't a boy anymore.
Eh. Must 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.
I did call you "an exemplar of British fortitude".
That bit was all right.
You ready?
I was ready before you were born, son.
Welcome to Scotland.
You dropped something.
You hurt?
Only my pride. I never was a good shot.
He's not here.
Always got to make 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 her. She's mine.
Can your friend come out and say hello?
Come on. This way.
I always hated this place.
Are you getting warm?
Just make sure Bond's 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.
Ah, well... Mother's calling.
I'll give her a goodbye kiss for you.
Oh, my God.
Of course.
It had to be here.
It had to be this way.
Thank you.
- I can't find it no... - Don't.
Please. Don't.
You're hurt. You're hurt.
What have they done to you?
Free both of us.
Free both of us...
with the same bullet.
Do it.
Only you can do it.
Do it.
Ah!
Last rat standing.
007. What took you so long?
Well, I got into some deep water.
Oh!
I suppose it's...
too late to make a run for it?
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 out on active service.
I declined.
You said it yourself,
fieldwork'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.
Well, my name's Eve.
Eve Moneypenny.
Well, I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.
Me, too. I'm sure we'll have one or two close shaves.
Morning, 007.
Good morning, Tanner.
He'll see you now.
How's the arm, sir?
What? Oh, it's fine.
It'll get better.
All pretty shocking for someone unused to fieldwork.
So, 007... Lots to be done.
Are you ready to get back to work?
With pleasure, M.
With pleasure.