Skyfall Page #3

My complexion is

hardly relevant.

Well, your competence is.

Age is no guarantee

of efficiency.

And youth is no guarantee

of innovation.

I'll hazard I can

do more damage

on my laptop sitting

in my pajamas

before my first

cup of Earl Grey

than you can do in a

year in the field.

Oh, so why do you need me?

Every now and then a

trigger has to be pulled.

Or not pulled.

It's hard to know which

in your pajamas.

Q.

. Ticket to Shanghai.

Documentation and passport.

Thank you.

And this.

Walther PPK/S 9mm short.

There's a micro-dermal

sensor in the grip.

It's been coded to your palm

print so only you can fire it.

Less of a random killing machine,

more of a personal statement.

And this?

Standard issue

radio transmitter.

Activate it and it

broadcasts your location.

Distress signal.

And that's it.

A gun...

and a radio.

Not exactly Christmas, is it?

Were you expecting

an exploding pen?

We don't really go

in for that anymore.

. Good luck out

there in the field.

And please return the

equipment in one piece.

Brave new world.

(PANTING)

(BEEPS)

) (JET ENGINES WHOOSHING

(INDISTINC ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

(BEEPS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTING)

Who's got the list?

Tell me! Who are

you working for?

(SCREAMS)

Tanner... He's posted

the first five names.

Their cover's blown. They're in danger.

Get them out now.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING)

WOMAN:
Room service.

I didn't order anything.

Not even you.

I've got some new information.

Aren't you a little overqualified

to be delivering messages?

It's all part of the

learning curve.

And Q's afraid of flying.

Of course he is.

So whoever stole the list

has already decrypted it.

They posted the first

five names on the web.

Well, it was only

a matter of time.

Well, that's just the start.

They're posting five more next

week, and the week after.

It's some kind of

sadistic game.

Cut-throat razor.

How very traditional.

Well, I like to do some

things the old-fashioned way.

Sometimes the old

ways are the best.

Are you putting your

life in my hands again?

M's...

already briefed

me on the list.

Raising the

tantalizing question

of what you're

really doing here.

My official directive

was to help...

"in any way I can."

Like spying for Mallory.

You know, Mallory's not

as bad as you think.

He's a bureaucrat.

You should do your homework.

Gareth Mallory was a

Lieutenant Colonel...

Lieutenant Colonel in Northern

Ireland, Hereford Regiment.

Spent three months at

the hands of the IRA.

(CHUCKLES)

. So there's more to

him than meets the eye

(INHALES DEEPLY)

We'll see.

Keep still.

This is the tricky part.

Now that's better.

You look the part now.

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

And what part's that?

Old dog,

new tricks.

Good evening.

EVE:
Evening.

Don't touch your ear.

I've got three exits,

lots of blind spots.

. EVE:
I've got them covered.

You look beautiful

in that dress.

. You don't scrub

up so bad yourself.

It's amazing what one can do

with an extra pair of hands.

You're telling me.

Do you gamble?

I like a little

flutter now and then.

Who doesn't like

to take chances?

? Good evening, sir.

How may I help you

I'd like to cash

this in, please.

One moment, sir.

Good fortune tonight, sir.

Let's hope so.

With compliments of the house.

Thank you.

Now you can afford

to buy me a drink.

Maybe I'll even

stretch to two.

I'm guessing I've got four

million euros in here.

Not bad. I like this game.

Why don't we play another?

. I don't gamble

I'm not very lucky.

. A little like our

friend in Shanghai

I've been waiting to see

who would redeem the chip.

You made such a bold entrance

into our little drama.

Did I over-complicate

the plot?

Who doesn't appreciate the

occasional twist, Mr...?

Bond.

James Bond.

Severine.

So, Mr. Bond, shall we discuss your

next performance over that drink?

I'd like that.

Will your friends

be joining us?

That, I'm afraid,

is inevitable.

EVE:
She's pretty.

Now, now.

If you like that

sort of thing.

(WHISPERING) I'll

keep you posted.

(CLINKS)

(ICE RATTLING)

Perfect.

Would you mind if I asked

you a business question?

Depends on the question.

It has to do with death.

A subject in which

you're well-versed.

And how would you know that?

Only a certain kind of woman

wears a backless dress

with a Beretta 70

strapped to her thigh.

One can never be

too careful when

. handsome men in

tuxedos carry Walthers

I am correct in assuming

you killed Patrice?

Yes.

Might I ask why?

I want to meet your employer.

Be careful what you wish for.

You're scared.

Thank you for the drink,

Mr. Bond.

You put on a good show.

But ever since we sat

down, you haven't stopped

looking at your bodyguards.

Now, three of them

is a bit excessive.

They're controlling you.

They're not protecting you.

The tattoo on your wrist

is Macau sex trade.

You belonged to one of the houses.

What were you? 12? 13?

I'm guessing he

was your way out.

Perhaps you thought

you were in love.

But that was a long time ago.

You know nothing about it.

I know when a woman is afraid

and pretending not to be.

How much do you

know about fear?

All there is.

Not like this.

Not like him.

I can help you.

I don't think so.

Let me try.

How?

Bring me to him.

Can you kill him?

Yes.

Will you?

Someone usually dies.

(LAUGHS)

Perhaps you can.

When I leave, they're

going to kill you.

If you survive, I'm on the Chimera.

North harbor.

Berth seven.

. We cast off in an hour.

Very nice to have

met you, Mr. Bond.

Good luck.

(MAN YELLS)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Good luck with that.

(GUN CLICKING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(HISSING)

Thank you.

Put it all on red.

(MAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)

It's the circle of life.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes!

It's time to cast off.

All right.

I like you better

without your Beretta.

I feel naked without it.

ANCHORMAN (OVER

TV):
Good evening.

The controversy surrounding the

Ministry of Defence has escalated today

as images of the Husein assassination

continue to circulate.

We should warn

you, some viewers

might find these

images disturbing.

Captain Husein, an MI6 operative

embedded in the Middle East,

was one of the five

agents exposed

in what is now

being considered

the greatest internal security

breach in modern British history.

The Prime Minister continues to

express public support for MI6

while the opposition has

taken the position...

Has taken the position we're a

bunch of antiquated bloody idiots

fighting a war we don't understand

and can't possibly win.

Look, three of my agents

are dead already.

Don't embroil me

in politics now.

The Prime Minister's ordered an inquiry.

You'll have to appear.

Oh, standing in the stocks at midday?

Who's antiquated now?

For Christ's sake, listen to yourself.

We're a democracy,

accountable to the people

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