Skyfall Page #6

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.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

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 Silv a

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.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

Orphans always make

the best recruits.

Storm's coming.

Christ.

Mm-hmm.

No wonder you never came back.

) (FLOORBOARD CREAKS

James.

James Bond.

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 sh*t.

(C*CKS GUN)

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 f***ed 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

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

You ready?

I was ready before

you were born, son.

) (DOGS CONTINUE BARKING

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

Welcome to Scotland.

(PANTING)

(RIFLE BLASTING)

(BURST OF GUNFIRE)

You dropped something.

You hurt?

Only my pride. I never

was a good shot.

He's not here.

He's not here.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

) (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY

(MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY)

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?

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

(GROANS)

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.

(COUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(ICE CRACKLING)

(GUNFIRE)

You see what comes of all this

running around, Mr. Bond?

All this jumping and fighting.

It's exhausting!

Relax.

(EXHALES)

You need to relax.

Ah, well... Mother's calling.

I'll give her a

goodbye kiss for you.

Oh, my God.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

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?

What have they done to you?

(GRUNTING)

(M WHIMPERS)

(PANTING)

Free both of us.

Free both of us...

with the same bullet.

Do it.

Do it.

Only you can do it.

Do it.

(THUD) (GROANING)

(GROANS)

(WHEEZES)

Ah!

(PAINED EXHALE)

Last rat standing.

? 007. What took you so long.

Well, I got into

some deep water.

(M GROANING)

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 ou t 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.

) (DISTANT SIREN WAILING

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.

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