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Ronson is down.
He needs medical evac.
Where is it? Is it there?
- The 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.
They'll be too bloody late.
Have they seen us?
Medical Evac for Ronson, five minutes away.
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 appear to be on the rooftop of the grand bazaar.
Take a 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 a 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.
Give me CCTV, Satellite, anything !
What was that?
VW beatles, I think.
Bond ! ! he's uncupling the cars.
- 007, are you allright? - Just changing carriages.
What's going on? Report!
It's rather hard to explain, ma'am.
007 is still in persuit.
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 cann't. I may get Bond.
Take the bloody shot.
It's like we're summoned to the headmaster's study.
It's the new chairman just standard procedure.
Bloody waste of my time's what 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.
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, 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.
You want to call this civilian oversight?
No, I want 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 to GCMG
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...
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. - 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 are 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 back, it is linking to our network.
Corrector 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?
Get in 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 want to find who ever did this.
Where the hell have you been?
Enjoying death.
007, reporting for duty.
Why didn't you call?
Yoy didn't get the postcard?
You should try it sometimes.
Get away from it all, it really lends perspective.
Run out of drink. Where you were today?
What was it you said?
"Take the bloody shot".
I made a judgement call.
You should've 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 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 earn your return to duty when you've passed the tests.
So take them seriously.
The 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've 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 witch should've been impossible.
On top of that they hacked into her files.
They knew her appointments.
They 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 are on war footing now.
This is part of Churchill's bunker.
They'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?
He's the chairman of Intelligence and Security Committee.
A charming man. I think you and he are really gonna hit it on.
Welcome to the new MI6.
We've attempted to trace the computer message, but...
it was sent by an asymmetrical security algorithm...
witch bounces the signal all over the globe
through over a thousand different servers.
And now that they've accessed M's code,
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.
General feeling is it's probably someone 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 what's on 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 sensations.
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. - 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.
For "her" eyes only !
She's ready for you.
I'm sorry. Have we met before?
I am the one who sould say "sorry".
There's 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.
Not sure I can survive your best.
To hell you'll get the chance.
Would you 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.
- It's not for everyone. - Ah, 007...
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 miss anything but P.M. does prattle on in the crisis.
- Bond. - Mallory.
I have just been reviewing Bond's tests.
Seems you've 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 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 the young men's game.
Look, you've been seriously injured.
There's no shame in saying you've lost a step.
The only shame in it'd be to not admitting it 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 won't.
What exactly are you implying?
You are sentimental about him.
As long as I am head of this department,
I'll choose my own operatives.
Fair enough.
Good luck, 007.
Don't cock it out.
We've analyzed the shrapnel fragments.
You're lucky it wasn't a direct hit. would've 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, the name is Patrice.
He's a ghost.
No known residence or country of origin.
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 a new job.
You are to go there and wait 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 quarter master for your 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 old warship being ignominiously hauled away for scrap
The 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.
Well your compitance is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
Word has it I can do more damage on my laptop
sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Erl Grey
than you could do yourself 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/S, 9 mm short.
There's a microdermal sensor in the grip...
Been coded to your palm print, so only you can fire it.
As of a random killing machine or 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.
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 overqualified 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'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 are really doing here.
My 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 touch your ear.
I've got three exits.
And lots of blind spots.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
It's amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling me !
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 haven't streched too
I'm guessing I've got 4 million euros here.
Not bad.
- I like this game. - Why don't we play another?
I don't gamble.
I'm not very lucky.
Little, like our 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 occasional twist?
- Mr... - Bond. James Bond.
Severing, so mr. Bond...
shall we discuss your next performance over that drink?
I'd like that.
Any of your friends be joining us?
That I'm afraid...is inevitable.
- She's pretty. - I know ! ! !
If you like that sort of thing?
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.
The 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 can never be too careful when...
handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers
I'm correct in assuming you 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's a bit excessive.
They're controlling you.
They're not protecting you.
Tattoo on your wrist...
is Macau's Sex trade.
You belong to one of the houses. And were you...12?....13?
.
I'm guessing he was your way out.
Perhaps you thought you're 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 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.
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 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 we're a bunch of antiquated bloody idiots
fighting a war we don't understand and cann't possibly win.
Look, three of my agents are dead already.
Don't in brawl 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 who are trying to defend.
We cann'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 overnight.
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 it in an hour.
But still 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?
My grandmother showed me.
We buried an oil drum and hinged the lead.
Then we wired coconut to the lead as bait...
and the rats would come for the coconut, and...
They would fall into the drum.
And after a month you've 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.
And now they don't eat coconut anymore.
Now they only ate 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.
But 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 marksmanship evaluation? - 70.
40.
- Did she tell you the psychologyst cleared 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 after me, knowing 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 the 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 ruin 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 wanted,
you could pick your own secret missions...
as I do.
Name it.
Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. Easy.
Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul.
Done.
Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
Or a gas explosion in London.
Just point and click.
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
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 is nothing... nothing superflous in my life.
When a thing is redundant, it is... eliminated.
Fifty year old MacAllan.
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 mrksmanship scores.
Let's see.
Who 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, I cann't believe it.
Cann'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?
Latest thing from Q branch.
It's called a radio.
Allright. Time to say hello.
You are 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 allways were a slipery 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...
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?
So I broke the tooth...
and bit into the capsule.
It burned all my insides...
but I didn't die.
Life clamped 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 nonexistent as your future.
I'll never see you again.
Did 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 trasmitted the lists? If so, 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 onto him, so...
I gave him up.
I got six agents in return...
and a peaceful transition.
We should go, ma' am. Board of equiry begins in thirty 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 about 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 got for us... mr. Silva.
We're in.
Sir...
what do you make of this?
This is Omega site.
Most encrypted level it has.
Looks like obfuscated code to conseal its true purpose.
Security through obscurity.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have order.
I'd like to begin proceedings.
We are gathered today to adress important issues
concerning the future of our national security.
Going somewhere?
So you believe your security for MI6 during the recent crisis
has been up to scratch?
Well, I believe we've apprehended the responsible party...
undertaking all necessary steps
to ensure that the sensitive information's contained.
Such a job well done.
I'm not saying it's all gone perfectly, but...
You'll forgive me for not putting up the bunting....
I find it rather diffucult to overlook the 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 get an 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.
look, it's a map.
It's London.
Subterranean London.
What's going on?
Why the doors open?
Can someone tell me how to hell he got into our system?
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
He hacked us.
Oh, no.
Q...
He is gone.
I'm on a stairwell 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're 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 computer.
It was all planned.
Blowing up HQ, all the emergency protocols...
all that we've retrieved down here.
I got all that.
What he's got planned next that worries me.
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?
Now it's stuck.
Oh good ! !
There's a train coming.
I'm through.
I told you.
We've alerted security. Police are on their way.
Where are you now?
Temple tube station.
Along with half of London.
Oh, I see you, 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 cann't see him.
Welcome to rush hour on the tube.
Not something you'd know much about.
The train's leaving.
Do I get on the train?
Don't get on the train, I'm not sure he's on it, give us a minute
Do I get on the train.
- Bond... - What?
Get on the train.
He's keen to get home.
Open the door, please.
Open the door.
Halton Safety. Carry on.
- Where are you? - Take a wild guess, Q.
He's in disguise, now. He's 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 is in persuit.
We need to get you to a secure location imediately ma, am.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna show him my back
Are we straining on your attention?
No. Please, Minister. Proceed.
Excuse me.
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.
I find, this rather old-fashioned belief...
demonstrates a reckless disregard...
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 do we need agents, the 00 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.
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...
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."
Go, go ,go ! !
Move. 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'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.
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.
Oh ! ! And I suppose that's completely incospicuous.
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
Make the breadcrums too small and he might miss it.
Too big and Silva will smell a rat.
That's big to 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 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 P.M. finds out?
Then, we're all buggered.
Carry on.
This is where you grew up?
Mmhh...
How old were you when they died?
You know the answer to that.
You know the whole story.
Orphans always make the best recruits.
A storm's coming.
Christ...
No wonder you never came back.
James...
James Bond.
Good God.
You're 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.
Seems they were wrong.
What are you doing here?
Some men are coming to kill us.
We're gonna kill ehem 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.
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 its 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.
When he did come out.
He was no boy anymore.
Eh.., we must get on.
I fucked this up, didn't I?
No.
You did your job.
I read your obituary of me.
- And? - Appaling.
Yes, I knew you'd hate it.
It called you an examplary of British fortitude.
That bit was all right.
Are you ready?
I was ready before you're were born, son.
Welcome to Scotland.
You droped something?
Are you hurt?
Only my pride.
I never was a good shot.
He's not here...
and he's not here.
Always good in making an entrance.
You two, go to the kitchen. Now!
Get behind the arc.
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 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?
I got into some deep water.
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.
I didn't even know you could come up here.
Hate to waste the view.
I can see why.
I thought you were going back out on active service.
I declined.
You said it yourself.
Field work 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.
Well my name is Eve.
Eve Moneypenny.
I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.
Me too.
I'm sure we'll have one or two close shaves.
Good 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 field work.
So, 007...
lots to be done.
Are you ready to get back to work?
With pleasure, M.
With pleasure.
Agent down
It's time to go
Who's got the list?
Tell me, who are you working for?
Of course he is
You don't scrap up so bad yourself
Of course he is !
"...in what now appears to be a major terrorist attack..."
"...in the heart of London"
"Noone has yet claimed responsibility..."
"...for what sources are calling a possible sidewar terrorist asault..."
"...on the British secret service."
"Early reports from the scene indicate at least 6 dead..."
...many more injured...
"...with victims being evacuated to local hospitals..."
"...within minutes of the explosion."