The World is Not Enough Page #2

RENARD:

What?s his name? Our friend from MI-6?

CIGAR GIRL:

James Bond.

RENARD:

One of M?s more accomplished tin

soldiers.

CIGAR GIRL:

He could identify me.

RENARD:

If it concerns you...kill him.

He touches her cheek and moves into the room, pouring two

glasses of wine.

RENARD:

Let?s toast this James Bond. We?re in

his hands now...

CUT TO:

EXT. RIVER THAMES - LONDON - DAY

A SEAPLANE swoops over the Millennium Dome, banks along the

snaking river.

EXT. MI-6 - LONDON - DAY

Tate Gallery in background, the seaplane moors beneath the

vast stepped cake that is MI-6. Bond exits with the

suitcase.

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - DAY

CAMERA MOVES with Bond as he enters this secret, hi-tech

world. He passes through countless security procedures,

watched by an attentive staff.

Bond scoops the money out of the suitcase. Three million

sterling in tightly bundled hundreds makes quite a sight. He

flicks his finger through the last wad, tosses it down

wistfully. A blue light scans it on three axis.

The money is bundled into a clear plastic bag, put on a tray

and wheeled through a series of barred enclosures into the

SECURE ROOM. Bond hands the suitcase to a STAFF MEMBER.

BOND:

Have this checked, see what you can get

off it.

INT. MONEYPENNY?S OFFICE, MI-6 - DAY

Bond appears, hiding something behind his back. Moneypenny

brightens.

MONEYPENNY:

James. Brought me a souvenir from

Geneva?

He produces the cigar, now in a large phallic TUBE. Stands

it end up on the desk.

BOND:

Thought you might want one of these.

MONEYPENNY:

(beat, deadpan)

I gave up a long time ago.

(nods to M?s door)

She?s in with Sir Robert.

INT. M?S OFFICE, MI-6 - DAY

Bond enters. SIR ROBERT KING is perched on the edge of M?s

desk. Two glasses, a bottle of scotch open.

M:

Sir Robert King, James Bond.

King moves toward Bond with an easy, patrician smile. Bond

notes a TINY BADGE in his lapel -- like the glass eye of a

stuffed snake.

SIR ROBERT:

Thanks for getting my money back --never

expected to see it again. You?re the

kind of man I could use. Though I won?t

offend certain parties by asking you to

join King Industries.

King looks to M, smiling.

BOND:

Construction?s not exactly my line.

M:

Quite the opposite, in fact.

She couldn?t resist. King smiles at Bond. As he goes, he

gives M a respectful kiss on the cheek. The door closes. M

turns.

BOND:

Old friend?

M:

Since Oxford. I knew him when he had

nothing but a brilliant mind and enough

guts to conquer the world. He?s a man of

great integrity.

BOND:

Who buys classified reports for three

million pounds.

M picks up the report from her desk. Bond notices it is in

Russian, with a SEAL from a Russian military agency in the

corner:
MIRATOM.

M:

It?s a report on weapons security in the

former Soviet Union, which, as you know,

is shaky at best. He?s had several

instances of sabotage at the pipeline,

and he?s understandably concerned. He

called me the moment he realized its

sensitive nature.

She pours a scotch for Bond. He drops some ice in,

thoughtful.

BOND:

Someone was watching over me in Geneva.

A guardian angel with a laser sight.

He stops, rubs his thumb and forefinger together -- a strange

SIZZLING where he touched the ice. Realization sinks in.

BOND:

King.

M sees the seriousness in his eyes -- stabs at the intercom:

INT. MONEYPENNY?S OFFICE, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Moneypenny?s eyes shoot to the intercom console:

M:

(filtered)

Moneypenny, stop King leaving.

MONEYPENNY:

(flicking switch)

Security --

INT. CORRIDORS, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Sir Robert King and an MI-6 AIDE walk toward SECURITY.

INT. Q DIVISION, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Q and his men are working on a strange half-built BOAT

suspended over a water tank.

Q:

..the hydro boat can operate in three

inches of water...

He looks up as Bond runs through...

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

THE MONEY lies on the tray, wrapped in plastic.

Sir Robert approaches, two rows of security bars between him

and the cash. An official produces a bag and moves toward

it:

SIR ROBERT:

Thanks, but I?ll count it myself.

(apologetic, smiles)

Lifetime habit. I?m Scottish.

INT. LOWER CORRIDORS/SECURITY AREA, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Bond shoots around the corner just in time to see Sir Robert

disappearing past the THICK STEEL DOOR of the secure room.

BOND:

Stop! King!

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

The shout is muffled, Sir Robert?s more interested in the

money.

He continues toward camera, that PIN on his lapel emits a

serene HUM and we

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON THE METAL STRIP IN ONE NOTE AS IT CRACKLES AND --

KABOOM! A MASSIVE EXPLOSION.

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