Tomorrow Never Dies - English Transcript

A Terrorist Arms Bazaar on the Russian Border Our man's in position on the center camera. It's like a terrorist supermarket. Chinese Long March Scud, Panther AS-565 attack helicopter... a pair of Russian mortars, and the crates look like American rifles. Chilean mines, German explosives. Fun for the whole family. I.D.s. White Rook to White Knight. Show us the pawns. You see, he did get through, Admiral. Start with that chap in the middle. Load the I.D. Program, please. Data base I.D. Search. Checking the databases. We've got out first match. Satoshi Isagura. Chemical expert. Wanted for the Tokyo subway attack. Currently working for the insurgent force in Zaire. Henry Gupta. American. Practically invented techno-terrorism. Started out as a student radical at Berkeley in the '60s. Now he sells his politics for cash. - Zoom in on that, can you? - That looks like an American encoder. They use it to control their navigation satellites: The G.P.S. System. I wonder, will the C.I.A. Be more upset that they lost it or that we found it? Excuse me. Admiral? Thank you, M, we've seen enough. This is now a military operation. You saw the Gatling gun? Are your troops prepared for that kind of firepower? We have election in Moscow next week. The president said any loss of life is unacceptable. We'll take the naval option. In one strike, we take out half the world's terrorists. - Admiral Roebuck, I must protest. - Get me the Chester. - Best not waste time. - My man isn't finished. Black King to White Bishop. Authorization to fire. Get your man out of there. His job is over. Weapons authorized. Prepare to fire. On my count. Five, four, three, two, one. Missile away. Time to target: Four minutes, eight seconds. White Knight, four minutes to impact. Get out of there. Yes, damn it, I know what it is! It's on the screen in front of me. It's a jeep in front of a plane. Now, get the hell out of there! - What the hell's going on? - You will not wait! - That's an order! - What is your man waiting for? White Knight? Oh, my God! Those are Soviet SB-5 nuclear torpedoes. - If the Cruise hits them... - Order them to abort the missile. - H.M.S. Chester urgent. - White Knight, come in. Abort missile. Abort missile. - Abort missile. - Abort missile. Captain, sir, missile out of range. Unable to destroy. - White Knight... - Alert NATO, the Pentagon. - Will it trigger the torpedoes? - It might. But even if it does not, there's enough plutonium... to make Chernobyl look like picnic. Bloody hell! Can't you people keep anything locked up? Evacuate your troops, and get him out of there, now! White Knight, come in. White Knight, come in! - Keep trying, damn it! - White Knight, come in. Repeat, White Knight, come in white knight. Filthy habit. I've got the encoder. - What the hell is he doing? - His job. He's going for the bombs. Get that jeep! Get out of it, James. One minute to impact. Thirty seconds to impact. Backseat driver. White Knight to White Rook. I've evacuated the area. Ask the admiral where he'd like his bombs delivered. Darling, I'm killed I'm in a puddle on the floor Waiting for you To return Oh, what a thrill Fascinations galore How you tease How you leave me to burn It's so deadly, my dear The power of having you near Until that day Until the world falls away Until you say There'll be no more good-byes I see it in your eyes Tomorrow never dies Darling, you've won It's no fun Martinis, girls and guns It's *** on our love affair But you bet your life every night While you're chasing the morning light You're not the only spy Out there It's so deadly, my dear The power of wanting you near Until that day Until the world falls away Until you say there'll be no more good-byes I see it in your eyes Tomorrow never dies Sound the general alarm. The ship has been overflow by two Chinese MiGs. We believe they have hostile intent. Hands to action stations. H.M.S. Devonshire. This is your last warning. You are in Chinese territorial waters. Officer of the Watch, maximum speed. Come left 40 degrees. Aye, aye, sir. Revolutions 1-6-0, port 20. Are they insane? The Chinese pilot insists that we are only 11 miles off their coast... and he will fire if we don't turn around and go to a Chinese port. Send this: "We are in international waters... and will defend ourselves if attacked." Copy all this to the Admiralty, urgent. Are we absolutely sure of our position? Yes, sir. An exact satellite fix. Carver Media Group Network - Hamburg Captain, we are ready to launch. Shut down the engines. Maintain full silence. A stealth ship may be invisible to radar but the Sea drill isn't. We'll launch next time the MiGs fly by... and the British will think it's a Chinese aerial torpedo. I should report in. Stamper to Hamburg. Phase one is in progress. I'll report back to you with an update. - The MiGs are making another pass. - Let's start the show. Sea drill in position. Start the drill. - Release it. - Sea drill away. Green 3-0, torpedo, torpedo, torpedo. Center bearing 1-1-4. Officer of the Watch, come hard right, 1-4-1. There's been no sonar contact, sir. The MiGs must have dropped it. Bearing steady. It's gonna hit, sir. Brace, brace, brace. - Target: 1200. - Knock knock. Let's go upstairs. - Turn left. - Rotating 90 degrees. Now they're wondering why the torpedo hasn't exploded. PWO, Captain. Full damage report. Backup power, immediately! Switch to alternate supply. Three generators are down, sir. Flooding on four deck aft. Sir, we're now down 14 degrees by the stern. Yeoman, send to Admiralty: "Have been torpedoed by Chinese MiGs. Sinking." Give them our position. Right. Abandon ship. Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Everyone on deck! Come on! One missile at the MiGs. Maintaining radio silence. Their last broadcast, sir. Mr. Gupta's little trick with the encoder worked. They gave their final position 70 miles from here. The British Navy will never find them. Survivors in the water. Mr. Stamper, I'm having fun with my headlines. I need to know the exact number of survivors. Now, I'm late for a meeting. Make sure you use the right kind of ammunition. Yes, sir. Delicious. Start the recovery operation. Send our divers down to the Devonshire. Mr. Gupta? Phase one is complete. Good morning, my golden retrievers. What kind of havoc shall the Carver Media Group create in the world today? - News. - Floods in Pakistan, riots in Paris. - And a plane crash in California. - Excellent. Mr. Jones, are we ready to release our new software? Yes, sir. As requested, it's full of bugs... which means people will be forced to upgrade for years. Outstanding. Mr. Wallace, call the president. Tell him if he doesn't sign the bill lowering the cable rates... we'll release a video of him with the cheerleader... - in the Chicago motel room. - Inspired, sir. After he signs the bill, release the tape anyway. Consider him slimed. Excuse me. - He's on transponder seven. - Mr. Stamper? Phase two is underway. I have the videotape. I haven't seen it myself, but I'm told the footage is excellent. Plus, there were 17 survivors for your headlines. Good work, Stamper. - Thank you. - Don't mention it. Make sure you keep it in a safe place. Gentlemen and ladies... hold the presses. This just in. By a curious quirk of fate, we have the perfect story... with which to launch our Satellite News Network tonight. It seems a small crisis is brewing in the South China Sea. I want full newspaper coverage. I want magazine stories. I want books. I want films. I want TV. I want radio. I want us on the air 24 hours a day. This is our moment! And a billion people around this planet... will watch it, hear it... and read about it from the Carver Media Group. There's no news like bad news. I am pleased with your progress, Mr. Bond. I've always enjoyed studying a new tongue, Professor. One might say you have a natural ability. But practice makes perfect. How do you say "I'm not here" in Danish? Just ignore it. Those are words they just don't have in their vocabulary. - Bond here. - Go to a secure line, 007. Going to a scrambler, channel four. That's ridiculous. That ship was in international waters. - We can't be certain. - James? Where are you? Oh, Moneypenny. I'm just up here at Oxford brushing up on a little Danish. Little? I'm afraid you're going to have to kiss off your lesson, James. We've got a situation here at the Ministry of Defense. We're sending the fleet to China. I'll be there in an hour. Make that 30 minutes. Good-bye, my sweet. You always were a cunning linguist, James. - Don't ask. - Don't tell. That's preposterous. We know exactly where that ship was positioned. The G.P.S. System... Global Positioning Satellites... do not lie. Yes, but our Singapore station picked up a mysterious signal... on the G.P.S. Frequency at the time of the attack. It could've sent that ship off course. - I have a missing British frigate... - I'm aware of that! And instead of decisive action, all you want to do is investigate. My goal is to prevent World War Three, Admiral, and I don't think... sending an armada into the recovery area is the best way to do it. Where, exactly, did this mysterious G.P.S. Signal come from? - We're still investigating. - "Investigating." With all your respect M, sometimes I don't think you have the balls for this job. Perhaps, but the advantage is... I don't have to think with them all the time. That's enough. Now, where do we stand? It was an unprovoked attack on a ship in international waters. We send in the fleet for recovery and prepare for full retaliation. Moderation. We investigate... and stop short of sending the entire British Navy... within ten minutes of the world's largest air force. - When will our ships be in position? - Forty-eight hours. Christ! The press are already screaming for blood. The last thing we want to do is escalate the situation. I'm afraid it may be too late to worry about that. Seventeen British sailors murdered! "According to Vietnamese officials who recovered the bodies... the victims were riddled with the same ammunition... used by the Chinese Air Force." - Did you leak this? - No. - It's the first I've heard of it. - Well, this settles it. We send in the fleet. M, you have 48 hours to investigate. There is one strange thing. When I called our contact in Saigon, he said the Vietnamese... only found our sailors three hours ago. How'd they get the paper out so fast? Somebody at Tomorrow knew before the Vietnamese government did. How much do you know about Elliot Carver, 007? Worldwide media baron. Able to topple governments with a single broadcast. Carver owns that newspaper Tomorrow. I didn't want to discuss it in front of the minister... but that mysterious signal came from one of Carver's satellites. The P.M. Would have my head if he knew you were investigating him. I'm sending you to Hamburg, 007. We've arranged for you to be invited tonight... to a party at Carver's Media Center. They're celebrating the launch of a new satellite... because now he has the ability to reach every human being on the Earth. Except the Chinese, who have refused broadcast rights. James... Your ticket, cover story and rental car reservation. Sign here, please. I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris. That was a long time ago, M... before she was married. I didn't realize it was public knowledge. Queen and country, James. Your job is to find out whether Carver or someone in his organization... sent that ship off course and why. Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver if necessary. I doubt if she'll remember me. Remind her. Then pump her for information. You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James. If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny. -Security announcement; passengers are asked not to leave their baggage unattended. Good Day. Can I help you? yeah my car in the cargo can you check please. One moment please. If you'll just sign here, Mr. Bond. It's the insurance damage waiver... for your beautiful new car. - Will you need collision coverage? - Yes. Fire? Probably. - Property destruction? - Definitely. Personal injury? I hope not, but accidents do happen. They frequently do with you. Well, that takes care of the normal wear and tear. Do I need any other protection? Only from me, 007, unless you bring that car back in pristine order. - Shall we? - Shall we? Your new BMW 750. All the usual refinements... machine guns, rockets... the G.P.S. Tracking system. Welcome. Please fasten seat belt and obey all instructions for a safe trip. I thought you'd pay more attention to a female voice. - I think we've met. - I am not interested... in your sordid escapades. Let's get on with it, shall we? Your new telephone. Talk here, listen here. So that's what I've been doing wrong all these years. It also includes a fingerprint scanner... and a 20,000-volt security system. And this I'm particularly proud of... the remote control for your car. Tap twice. One, two. Now, draw your finger... very slowly across the pad... to drive the car. It's surprisingly difficult to drive, but with practice... Well, let's see how she responds to my touch, eh, Q? I think we understand each other. Grow up, 007. Attention. Engine running. Please shut door now. Don't let her push you around. Anyway, there's absolutely no truth in this malicious rumor... that I started running Mad Cow Disease stories... simply because Sir Angus Black, the great British beef baron... Lost 10,000 pounds to me in a game of poker and refused to pay up. Moreover, there's even less truth in the rumor... that I took 100 million francs from the French... to keep the stories running for another year. - Excuse me, Mr. Carver. - Yes. This is the new banker, Mr. Bond. James Bond. Another new banker. I seem to collect them. Tell me, Mr. Bond. How's the market reacting to the crisis? Well, currencies are off. Your stock is soaring. I don't believe we have met. - Elliot Carver. - Wai Lin. I'm from the New China News Agency. I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list. I have a confession. It's not. I snuck in. Why would you do that, my dear? I wanted to meet you. Outstanding. I admire a woman who takes the initiative. - You should work in my Beijing bureau. - Mr. Carver. - You don't have a bureau in Beijing. - Call me Elliot. I always wondered how I'd feel if I ever saw you again. Now I know. Was it something I said? How about the words, "I'll be right back?" - Something came up. - Something always came up. - And how are you, Paris? - Much better now. We're even. Something to drink, Mrs. Carver? Mr. Bond will have a *** martini, shaken not stirred. Mrs. Carver will have a tequila, straight shot. No, Mrs. Carver will have a glass of Mr. Carver's champagne. I see you've moved up in the world, Paris. And tonight, you're a banker. I saw the guest list. Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow? - To you. - No, to the gun. So I take it this isn't a social visit? Your husband may be in trouble. The emperor of the air. If you think you're going after him, you're the one who's in trouble. Perhaps, but it's either him or someone in his organization. I see. And you figured you could charm the dirt out of me. No. That wasn't my plan. Good. Because if it comes to a choice... between you and Elliot, I've made my bed. You don't sleep in it anymore. There you are. Darling. I've been looking everywhere for you. I want you to meet Wai Lin, New China News Agency. - Hello, Mrs. Carver. - It's a pleasure. And this is James Bond. I didn't realize you knew each other. - We're old friends. - Casual acquaintances. He dated my roommate in Zurich. I'm thinking of getting Wai Lin behind a news desk. That's wonderful. I'm sure she won't resist... too much. Tell me, Elliot, I was just wondering about your satellites... the way you've positioned yourself globally. They're merely tools for information, Mr. Bond. Or disinformation. Say, if you wanted to manipulate the course of governments or people. Or even a ship. That's very interesting, Mr. Bond. You have a vivid imagination for a banker. Perhaps I should commission you to write a novel. Oh, heavens, no. I'd be lost at sea. Adrift. It's time to begin the festivities. Excuse me. Darling? So, how do you really know him? I told you, he's a banker. I met him in Zurich. You're a terrible liar, dear. I have a problem with a banker. Could I see you a moment? Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Carver's broadcast will be starting in ten minutes in the main studio. Exactly what kind of banking do you specialize in, Mr. Bond? Hostile takeovers. Shall we? Carver must feel at home in a room like this. It's nice to talk to the world. Looks like there's someone who wants to talk to you. Mr. Bond, you have an urgent phone call. Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in five... four, three, two... Good evening. Tonight's broadcast was supposed to be a celebration... marking the completion of the Carver Global Satellite Network. But, as you're well aware... a terrible conflict looms tonight in the South China Sea... which, unchecked... has the potential to destroy every human being on Earth. - I want to assure my viewers that I... - This way, please. Elliot Carver, have spoken with the prime minister in London... and the chairman in Beijing... and have offered my services as an impartial... It's a soundproof room, Mr. Bond. Nobody hears you scream. Herr Stamper, we have made contact. Make him uncomfortable. I'll be there in a few moments. ...with its printing presses that run 24 hours a day... and its satellite facilities linking every last... You seem very concerned about Mr. Carver's business. He wants to know why. Why did I do it, you ask. The answer is simple: Power. The power to illuminate the far corners of the globe. Not for higher profits... but for higher understanding between the people of this great planet. Put him in the chair. Maybe we play a little number on his head. And what do I expect in return? Worldwide domination. Complete, utter, total worldwide domination. But not over governments or ideology. Over tyranny and isolation and ignorance. The Carver Media Group Network has the ability... to reach every person in every village in every nation. But do not fear me... for tonight I offer you my declaration of principles: A promise to the men and women of this planet... my brothers and sisters whom I so humbly serve. I promise to report the news without fear or favor. I promise to be a force for good in this world... fighting injustice, crushing intolerance... battling inhumanity. It's time for... a station break. - What's happening? - We've lost power. - We're off the air. - What? Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm. There's no need to go for the exit. We will go on in a few minutes' time. What do you mean, you don't know? You're fired! Get out of my sight! And, in a rather embarrassing note... scrappy media mogul Elliot Carver was cut off the air tonight... in mid-speech during the inaugural broadcast... of his Worldwide Satellite Network. Sorry, Elliot, but we didn't do it. Glorious evening, wasn't it? Come on, Elliot. Ignore those people. - Sometimes these things happen. - Not to me. Not to me! When I was 16, I went to work for a newspaper in Hong Kong. It was a rag, but the editor taught me one important lesson. The key to a great story is not who... or what or when... but why. Your friend, Mr. Bond, made a mess tonight. - I want to know why. - I told you, I barely know him. Barely? I was curious who Carver would send. He's on to you. Well, we know where you stand. You made your bed. I'm standing in your doorway. Then turn around and go home. You can tell him you didn't get anything out of me. That's it? Go home? I didn't ask you to get involved in this. It's too late for that. Why did you marry him? He told me he loved me. That always sounds good. Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary? Well, I'm sorry I keep disappointing you. What was it, James? Did I get too close? Did I get too close for comfort? Yes. I missed you. What did you find? I hacked into the mainframe at the bank. They're using an SSL2 encryption... Spare me the techno babble, please. Bond's got a perfect employment record. Ten years. He's crossed every "T," he's dotted every "I." - Which means? - Government agent. I call it Gupta's Law of Creative Anomalies. If it sounds too good to be true, it always is. Do you think my wife knows? There's a lot of garbage, but if you dial down the ambient noise... Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow? Play it again. Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow? I think we should set an appointment for my wife with the doctor. - I have to go. - No, you don't. I can get you out of the country in four hours. I have no choice. No one can protect me from him, not even you. - You do have a choice. - Only if you let him go. I can't do that. He has a secret lab on the top floor even I'm not supposed to know about. There's an emergency hatch on the roof. - You don't have to do this. - It's the easiest way to get in. Don't argue with me, James. You know... this job of yours... it's *** on relationships. Until I get back next week, I want two guards... outside this office 24 hours a day. Nobody gets in. Got it? We'll take care of it. What do we do with the satellite? Send this thing off to the launch site. And be careful. It's worth 300 million dollars. You break it, you bought it. Understand? I hate traveling. I never know what to pack. Looking for a news story? They'll print anything these days. Yes? Good morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver. I believe you've got two items that belong to me. What are you talking about? The red box, Mr. Bond... and my wife in your hotel room. He's coming. Fingerprint I.D. Accepted. Please select security system level. Tell me if you find the encoder. - Call me immediately. - Yeah. And in breaking news... it is with great sadness that we announce the death of Paris Carver... who has become an international figure since she became the wife... of Elliot Carver, chairman of this network. According to police officials in Hamburg, Germany... Mrs. Carver was found dead this morning... in a hotel suite in that city in unusual circumstances... on which police have refused to elaborate. A coroner has been called for and is expected to deliver... his full report within the next three days. Her body was discovered along with the body of an unidentified man... who appeared to be the victim of a self-inflicted gun wound. Reached aboard his private jet en route... I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond. Stand up, slowly. Drop your gun and kick it toward me, ja? At present, police have refused to speculate... on a motive in this ***/suicide. Good. Now... lie down on the bed next to Mrs. Carver. We extend our deepest sympathies to Mr. Carver. This story will be on the news in an hour. - Tomorrow's news today. - Just so. My name is Dr. Kaufman. I am an outstanding pistol marksman. Take my word for it, ja? Get the sledgehammers. She struggled terribly, Mr. Bond. It's a pity you got her involved in all this. It won't look like a suicide if you shoot me from over there. I am a professor of forensic medicine. Believe me, Mr. Bond, I could shoot you from Stuttgart... and still create the proper effect. My art is in great demand, Mr. Bond. I go all over the world. I am especially good at the celebrity overdose. But now, I'm afraid, Mr. Bond, that our little... Stamper! Stop yelling in my ear, ja? Sir, they can't get into the car. You can't be serious. - Did you call the Auto Club? - Do you want to call them? Make him tell you how to open it. Okay, I ask. This is very embarrassing. It seems there is a red box in your car. They can't get to it. They want me to make you unlock the car. I feel like an idiot. I don't know what to say. I am to torture you if you don't do it. - You've a doctorate in that too? - No, no, no. This is more like a hobby. But I'm very gifted. Oh, I believe you. - My cell phone opens the car. - No, Mr. Bond. I do it, ja? Recall, three, send. Wait. I'm just a professional doing a job. Me too. Dr. Kaufman. Welcome. Please fasten seat belt. Reduce speed. Pedestrians in roadway. Driver alert. Obstruction ahead. Reduce speed now. Reminder: Unsafe driving will void warranty. Congratulations on a safe journey. U.S. Air Base, South China Sea Yo! Jimbo! Wade, what the hell are you doing here? Jimbo You know the world's my office. Let's go this way. Did Q bring you up to speed in everything? Yeah. I brought along the G.P.S. Calibration unit. ohh By the way, you know officially Uncle Sam is completely neutral in this turkey shoot. And unofficially? We have no interest in seeing World War Three, unless we start it. Dr. Greenwalt. He's the Air Force G.P.S. Expert. Sorry about all this security... but the G.P.S. Encoder is one of the most closely guarded secrets... in the U.S. Military. Show him what you got. Jesus, it's the missing encoder. How the hell did you get that? Picked it up in Hamburg yesterday morning. Tell me something.. Could somebody use this to send a ship off course? -You mean like the Devonshire? - Whoa! I didn't you hear anybody mention the word Devonshire. Did you? - No. - Good. So just answer the man question. Well ehh in theory, if you could alter the timing chip... you could slowly send a ship off course. - Kind like putting a magnet beside a compass. - Yeah, exactly. - Then check this out. - Oh, yeah. Those two circles should be lining up on top of each other. Somebody's tampered with your encoder. If we knew the last time and position the Devonshire thought she was... could you figure out exactly where she sank? Sure. Wade... I have a small favor to ask. The high-altitude, low opening jump... the HALO jump... is where we get the most fatalities, so listen up. You free-fall for 5 miles and use your oxygen, or you'll die of asphyxiation. Sounds like my first marriage. Next after the free-fall... pop the chute at 200 feet, below the Chinese radar. You'll be traveling at over 200 miles an hour. This snaps your head back like a cantaloupe. Be careful not to crack your skull open on the tanks. I'll keep that in mind. One last thing: When you hit the water don't forget to cut away your chute. 90% of people killed in the HALO jump got tangled in their chutes and drowned. Got it? Seems like a lot just to save the world. I've got no choice Wade. I have to prove that ship was deliberately set off course. One minute! - Is the pickup set? -Ohh you bet. After your mission, turn on your beacon. The extraction team will pick you up after dark. Buddha bless! - I ahh I just noticed something. - Yeah? -Ahh this is where the ship thought it was. -Yeah And this is where it really is. But see that island there? - Yeah. - Ohh that means where he's actually jumping... between the British and Chinese fleets... -Will technically they're not in Chinese territorial waters. -What? -They belong to Vietnam. -Vietnam? -Vietnam? Does he have any U.S. Government markings on him? The parachute, the wet suit, the fins. If the Vietnamese catch him, they're gonna go crazy. He didn't even say good-bye. Still interested in hostile takeovers? It's the opportunities for travel that I like best about banking. Bring the boat. What are you waiting for? Get them out of the water. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were following me around, Mr. Bond. You'll have to admit, though... we seem to have developed a certain attachment to each other. Hopefully not for long. Another Carver building. If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd developed an edifice complex. General Chang? Friend of yours? Mr. Bond. Miss Lin. Welcome to Saigon. It's always nice to see you, Elliot. I hadn't intended opening this center until tomorrow... but as you're here you can help me to write the inaugural story... your obituaries. I hope you extended the same courtesy to Paris. Actually, Mr. Bond, you're the one who wrote my late wife's obituary... when you asked her to betray me. Still, let's see... "British secret service agent James Bond... and his collaborator Wai Lin... of the Chinese People's External Security Force... were found... dead this morning... in Vietnam." Lacks punch, don't you think? It's old news, Elliot. We've been working together for months. Both our governments know what you and General Chang are up to. I don't think so. You may have seen the general in the hallway just now... but perhaps, with all your jetting around... you've not had chance to peruse today's headlines. I rather like the last one. It isn't even mine. I never believe what I read in the press anyway. Ah. Therein lies your problem, Mr. Bond. You see we're both men of action, but your era and Miss Lin's is passing. Words are the new weapons, satellites the new artillery. And you become the new supreme allied commander? Exactly! Caesar had his legions, Napoleon had his armies... I have my divisions... TV, news, magazines. And by midnight I'll have reached and influenced more people... than anyone in the history of this planet, save God Himself. And the best He ever managed was the Sermon on the Mount. You really are quite insane. The distance between insanity and genius... is measured only by success. Excuse me. General Chang is waiting. If you'll forgive me, your appearance here has forced me... If you'll forgive me, your appearance here has forced me... to move up my timetable slightly. I'll leave you in the capable hands of Mr. Stamper and his toys. Perhaps you'd like to see them. Sir. The helicopter. Thanks, Gupta. Mr. Stamper is a protégé of the late Dr. Kaufman... who was schooling him in the ancient art of chakra torture. He was like a father to me. Really? Interesting role model. According to Eastern philosophy, the body has seven chakra points. Energy centers, like the heart or genitals. The purpose of these implements is to probe those organs... inflicting the maximum amount of pain... whilst keeping the victim alive for as long as possible. Dr. Kaufman's record was 52 hours. I'm hoping to break it. Hmm. I would've thought watching your TV shows was torture enough. Save this one till last. When you remove Mr. Bond's heart... there should be just enough time for him to watch it stop beating. Excuse me. Go! Go! Go! Go! If we can use the banner. Hope it holds. - Get after them! - Ready? Go! Next time I'll take the elevator. Push! Push! - Get a car! - No, no! - Yes, a car! - A bike is quicker. The keys. Someone always forgets them. What are you doing? I'm driving. Get off. Get on the back. I'm slipping. Stop fidgeting back there. What are you... Give me that. Clutch! Clutch! Clutch! - Turn right. - No, left. Who's driving? Come on! Clutch! Left! Left! How many back there? I can't see. Hold on. What are you... What? - Don't get any ideas. - I'd never dream of it. One... No, two. - Go for the barrels. - What? Very good. Hold on! Let's take the highway. - Helicopter! - All right, keep your shirt on. - Get on the back of the bike. - Are you trying to protect me? No. I need to balance the bike. Get on the back. - You ready? - Yeah. Go! Pop the clutch. It's behind us. Move! Get out of the way! You see the chopper? I can't see. Hold on. What are you... Trapped. Never. Would you pass the soap? Over there. You were pretty good with that hook. It comes from growing up in a rough neighborhood. You were pretty good on the bike. Well, that comes from not growing up at all. Here. Allow me. Don't get any ideas, Mr. Bond. Just off the cuff, I thought we might link up. Work hand in hand? Stick closer to each other. Maybe we go after General Chang together. Your turn. Thanks for washing my hair. I work alone. Lucky for you I stopped by. I could've taken care of him. Mm-hmm. But you didn't. Give me the earring. Copy of a Makarov 59. Standard issue, Chinese Army. Looks like General Chang wants you dead. You still think you can do this alone? It depends whether your mission is peace or revenge. This is about stopping a war. Last year we found stealth material was missing... from one of General Chang's bases. I followed a lead to Carver's headquarters in Hamburg. Stealth material? We thought he was building a stealth plane. No. Stealth boat. That's the only way they could get close to the Devonshire... so they could drill inside the missile room. Remember? They stole a cruise missile from that ship. He said he was moving the timetable forward to midnight. Yes, of course he did. Under cover of darkness he'll position the stealth boat... near the British fleet... fire the missile into China. - And we will retaliate. - And Carver will provide the pictures. - I have to warn Beijing. - No. Let's warn both our governments, get them talking. - It'll give us time to find the boat. - Stand up. - It'll give us time to find the boat. - Stand up. Hmm. It's just like home. You get the equipment, I'll send the messages. On second thought... you type. First we have to find the boat. Of all the harbors and inlets controlled by General Chang... 22 are in highly populated areas. That leaves 14 where he could hide a stealth boat. You can see it during the day. It's invisible to radar, but not the human eye. Very novel. He'd have to hide it someplace... where he could sail to the Devonshire and back in one night. This looks familiar. We've made some improvements. Have you, indeed? Okay. Four hours out and four hours back. Let's assume the boat is traveling at a speed of 30 knots. I've always been a fan of Chinese technology. According to this... there are four places where he could harbor the boat. Up on your left. What don't you run a cross check on those areas for anything suspicious. Ah, the new Walther. I asked Q for getting me one of these. I've got it. Look. Four missing boats. Three unexplained drownings. That has to be it. Ha Long Bay. He knows the island. He says that they all avoid it that is dangerous for boats to be around there at sunset... but for 5,000 American dollars... he'll take us. Good. Maybe he'll take a check. It's mostly dull routine, of course... but every now and then you get to sail on a beautiful evening like this... and sometimes work with a decadent agent of a corrupt Western power. And they say Communists don't know how to have fun. I hate to disappoint you... but I don't even have a little red book. If anything happens to me... the fuses for the mines are in here. We're gonna finish this together. And if I may say so, you found the right... decadent, corrupt Western agent... as a partner. - See the stealth? - No. It's getting late and this is the last cove in the bay. Yeah, that's it. Set the timers for ten minutes. That'll give us time to get out of here before the ship explodes. Even if it doesn't sink, it'll show up on radar. - Our fleets will finish the job. - If they got our message. - Okay, you, up and over. - Okay. We're in position between the fleets. Fire one missile at the flagship of each fleet. The Chinese will think the British are rattling the saber... the British will think the Chinese are being belligerent... and the media will provide cool, objective coverage. Let the mayhem begin. Missile lock-on. Send a signal to the Admiralty: "Task group under missile attack." Sir, AWACS reports two waves of land-based MIG 21s inbound. The first group should be on our screens in two minutes. How long before the MiGs are within firing range of the British fleet? Twelve minutes. What the hell do I pay you for? If she's there, Bond is there. Stamper, find them. Wai Lin! Wai Lin! Camera! If she blinks, kill her. You come with me. Stamper to Bridge. Bond is dead. Delicious. Make sure you clear all the mines, and bring the girl up to me. Are you sure you want her up here? It's my business, Mr. Gupta. I like an audience. Ah, Miss Lin. Your countrymen are being so cooperative... so predictably eager to save face. My government knows you're out here. They're looking for you. Not according to our radar... where it seems your MiGs are about to attack the British fleet... in how many minutes? Nine minutes to firing range. And even if they were looking for me... we're on a stealth boat. They can't see me, or you... or even your friend... the late Commander Bond... who is at this moment on his way to the bottom of the South China Sea. He's my new anchorman. Pathetic. What on earth's going on? A message from 007... just confirmed by my opposite number in China. "Tell the fleet to search for a ship that's invisible will almost invisible to radar." The Chinese aren't the enemy. Carver's been playing both sides for fools. Admiral, sir, urgent message from the Admiralty. Look at this. If you got anything on radar that looks very small? Lifeboat, periscope, anything? - No, sir. - Stealth boat, sir? They have gone mad. What you're about to witness, Miss Lin, is not so much a missile attack... but the launch of a new world order. In Prosaically five minutes, after your countrymen have attacked the British fleet... I shall retaliate for dear old England... by sending this missile into Beijing... where General Chang has just called an emergency meeting... of the Chinese high command. Unfortunately... General Chang will be delayed in traffic... arriving just after the missile has killed your leaders... and too late to stop the air force from sinking the entire British fleet. But he will be just in time to take over the government, negotiate a truce... and emerge as a world leader... with a Nobel Peace Prize. - And what do you get? - Me? Oh, nothing. Just exclusive broadcasting rights in China for the next hundred years. Ready to rock and ruin. If you'll excuse me, my dear, I have something of a deadline to meet. Prepare for the missile launch. Mr. Gupta. Hello, Elliot. Interesting plan. But I think I have something here that belong to you. So much for German efficiency. Mr. Stamper. - Don't shoot him yet. - Hold your fire. Welcome to my world crisis, Mr. Bond. Even trade, Elliot. Gupta for Wai Lin. You can't fire the missile without him. And it seems you can't resist any woman in my possession. What are you waiting for? Shoot him! I told you we're going to finish this together. Oh, how romantic. Do you realize how absurd your position is? No more absurd than starting a war for ratings. Great men have always manipulated the media to save the world. Look at William Randolph Hearst, who told his photographers... "You provide the pictures, I'll provide the war." I've just taken it one step further. Sorry about that. I tuned out there for a moment, Elliot. Touché. Mr. Gupta... is the missile ready to fire? Press the magic button, Beijing disappears. Then it seems you've outlived your contract. You see, Mr. Bond, I have a backup plan. Uh-huh. So do I. He's breached the hull. They'll see us on radar. Sir, we have a small, intermittent contact on the surface. Plot the bearing 1-1-2 degrees. It's a very weak signal can’t get the range exactly, but I'd swear it wasn't there a second ago, sir. Yeoman, tell all ships not to fire on the Chinese for any reason whatsoever. Send the message in the clear to the Chinese fleet commander: "Have sighted unknown ship..." Get those fires out! Get down there and protect the missile. Oh, and Mr. Stamper, would you please kill those ***? Nice work. They're speeding up. - We have to stop the boat. - Can you take care of the engine room? - Of course. - Good. Do it and get off the ship. I'm going to stop the missile. Signal from the Chinese fleet commander. "To Royal Navy Task Group: We also have the unknown ship on our screens. We will not fire unless it turns toward China. Until then, she's yours good hunting." Now, Captain, whatever the hell that thing is, sink it. Right, sir.PWO Is that echo too weak for missile lock? - Yes, sir. - Right. We'll do it the old-fashioned way. Bond turned us into the target. Along with himself. Take evasive action. Prepare the missile countdown immediately. Initializing launch sequence. "T" minus five minutes and counting. "T" minus five minutes and counting. Uh, sir, they're making 48 knots. They'll be out of range in two minutes. Keep firing. we got to Slow them down. The engines are out. We're sitting ducks here. Engine room. Follow me! "T" minus four minutes and counting. Well done PWO. Officer Watching, increase max. Keep firing! All hands, abandon ship. Abandon ship. Mr. Stamper, what are you doing about the girl? Perhaps you'd consider looking in the engine room. "T" minus three minutes and counting. You're too late again, Mr. Bond. It's a bad habit of yours. There's nothing you can do. "T" minus two minutes and counting. The missile's fully programmed. It can't be stopped. In a matter of minutes my plan will succeed. Thanks largely to your efforts... the British Navy will destroy the evidence... and I'll be out of here in a Carver news helicopter... covering the event. It's going to be a fantastic show. I may have some breaking news for you, Elliot. You forgot the first rule of mass media, Elliot... Give the people what they want. "T" minus one minute and counting. Drop it, Mr. Bond... or I drop your friend. It's over, Stamper. Let her go. Not between you and me. James, try the detonators. The missile will set them off. Never argue with a woman. They're always right. "T" minus 40 seconds. For Carver! And Kaufman! I owe you an unpleasant death, Mr. Bond. "T" minus 20 seconds. We die together, Mr. Bond. "T" minus ten seconds. Three... two... one... M, Bedford reports Carver went down with the ship. Seems that Bond made it. Moneypenny, take this release. Elliot Carver is missing, presumed drowned... while on a cruise aboard his luxury yacht in the South China Sea. At present the local authorities believe... the media mogul committed suicide. Commander Bond... Colonel Lin... this is the H.M.S. Bedford. Are you there? They're looking for us, James. Let's stay under cover.