The Making of 'The World Is Not Enough' Page #4

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Renard's the man who's trying to kill me?

Drop the act.

It's over.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

It's called Stockholm syndrome.

Common in kidnappings.

Young, impressionable victim.

Sheltered.

Sexually inexperienced.

A powerful kidnapper skilled

in torture, manipulation.

Something snaps in the victim's mind.

The captive falls in love with her captor.

How dare you?

How dare you?

That animal. That monster?

He disgusts me.

You disgust me.

So he knew where to hurt you,

is that it?

You had a sling on your arm at the funeral.

And I didn't have to

sleep with you to find that out.

He used your exact words.

So you knew.

You knew all the time

he was out there, coming for me...

...and you lied.

You used me.

You used me as bait.

And you made love to me.

What?

To pass the time

as you waited for him to strike?

He's struck again.

Ten men are dead at the pipeline.

I'm coming with you.

You do what you want to do,

but I've called M.

She's coming to take charge.

I want an update.

Where do we stand?

One of Renard's men took

the locator card from the bomb...

...so we can't track it. But....

But what?

With all due respect...

...I don't think you should be here.

May I remind you that

you're the reason I'm here, 007.

You disobeyed an order

and left that girl alone.

Perhaps that girl isn't as innocent as you think.

-What are you saying?

-Suppose the inside man...

...the one who switched King's lapel pin...

...turned out to be an inside woman?

She kills her father

and attacks her own pipeline?

-Why? To what end?

-I don't know...yet.

Look at that.

That's not right.

What is it?

An observation rig.

Travels in the pipe looking for cracks.

Shut it down.

I don't understand.

It won't respond.

The place is clean. No sign of--

-The bomb is in the pipeline.

-Oh, my God!

They brought it through here.

That'd explain the attack.

Heading for the oil terminal.

Where it would do the most damage.

Have your men evacuate that terminal.

So now do you believe me?

This is an emergency situation.

So please...

...clear the room. Do it.

He's going for the oil.

The one pipeline the West is

counting on to supply our reserves.

Do you have an idea?

Maybe.

How far is the rig from the terminal?

How fast is it traveling?

It's 106 miles from the terminal,

going 70 miles an hour.

We have 78 minutes.

Is there another rig?

There's one parked

in the passageway ahead of it.

-Charles, can you get me out there?

-Of course.

Wait a minute. Are you gonna do

what I think you're gonna do?

-What do I need to defuse a bomb?

-Me.

There it is.

Hatch to the passageway.

You keep the speed up

so the other rig catches up with us.

-I'll wait to hear from you.

-Gotcha.

You know how to drive this thing?

Doesn't exactly take a degree

in nuclear physics.

They're in the pipeline.

They're on the move.

Faster!

If there's the slightest chance,

Bond will succeed.

He's the best we have...

...though I'd never tell him.

I hope you're right.

Here it comes!

It's closing up. Faster!

Sit tight.

No brakes! The controls are jammed!

It's a tactical fission device.

Low yield. Hold me steady.

You've defused hundreds of these, right?

Yeah, but they're usually standing still.

Life's full of small challenges.

Have a look at this.

Someone stripped the screw heads.

Someone's tampered with the bomb.

Look, half the plutonium's missing.

So what are you saying?

It couldn't go nuclear?

There's still enough explosive

to kill us both if the trigger goes off.

-Let it blow.

-But I can stop it.

Let it blow!

Trust me. Leave it.

Move down. Move down!

Jump! Go on, jump!

Jump!

Robinson's reporting.

The bomb was a dud.

But the triggering charge blew out

a 50-yard section of the pipe.

And Bond?

Nothing.

I'm so sorry.

But I have a gift for you.

Something that belonged to my father.

He would've wanted you to have it.

Perhaps this isn't the time.

Please.

He often spoke of how compassionately...

...you advised him on the best course

of action during my kidnapping.

It's very valuable, you know.

I couldn't let it explode

with the rest of him.

I was very upset

when the money didn't kill both of you.

I didn't think I'd get another chance.

Then you dropped the answer right in my lap.

Bond.

And as you say,

he's the best you have.

Or should I say, ''had''?

Take her to the helicopter.

Come on, give me your hand.

Jump, jump!

Do you wanna explain why you did that?

I could've stopped it.

You almost killed us.

I did kill us.

She thinks we're dead,

and she thinks she got away with it.

Do you wanna put that in English

for those of us who don't speak ''spy''?

Who's ''she''?

Elektra King.

Why would she blow up her own pipeline?

It makes her look innocent.

The explosion covers up

the theft of the plutonium.

It looks like a terrorist attack.

But why leave this half?

So there's enough to spread around

to cover up what they did take.

What will they do with the other half?

It's not enough to make a nuclear bomb.

-You're the scientist, you tell me.

-I don't know.

But the world's greatest terrorist

running around with 6 kilos...

...of plutonium can't be good.

I have to get it back,

or somebody will have my ass.

First things first.

Bond to Robinson. Do you copy?

By the way, before we go any further...

...I just wanna know....

What's the story with you and Elektra?

We're strictly platonic. Now.

Bond to Robinson. Copy?

What's your story?

What are you doing here in Kazakhstan?

Avoiding those kind of questions,

just like you.

I read you, 007. Red alert.

M is missing with Elektra.

Three men down.

Await instructions. Out.

What do we do now?

I may have overlooked one critical element.

What? More plutonium?

Beluga.

Caviar.

Brought me something?

The power to reshape the world.

Go on.

It's safe.

Touch your destiny.

I have brought something for you as well.

Your present.

Courtesy of the late Mr. Bond.

My executioner.

Overpraise, I'm afraid.

-But my people will finish the job.

-Your people?

Your people will leave you here to rot...

...just like you left me.

You and my father.

-Your father--

-My father was nothing.

His kingdom he stole from my mother.

The kingdom I will rightly take back.

I hope you're proud

of what you did to her.

I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit.

When I took her...

...she was promise itself.

You left her at the mercy of a man like me.

You ruined her.

For what?

To get to me?

She's worth 50 of me.

For once, I agree with you.

And now we also share a common fate.

You will die...

...along with everyone in this city...

...and the bright, starry,

oil-driven future of the West.

Since you sent your man to kill me...

...I've been watching time tick slowly away...

...marching toward my own death.

Now you can have the same pleasure.

Watch these hands, M.

By noon tomorrow...

...your time is up.

And I guarantee you...

...I will not miss.

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