Three Decades of James Bond 007 Page #2

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What would I ever do without you?

As far as I can remember, James,

you've never had me.

Hope springs eternal.

You know, this sort of behavior

could qualify as sexual harassment.

Really?

What's the penalty for that?

Someday you have to make good

on your innuendos.

- After you, Moneypenny.

- No, I insist.

You first.

- Good evening, 007.

- Tanner. What's up?

Sixteen minutes ago,

we intercepted a distress call...

Sixteen minutes ago,

we intercepted a distress call...

from a supposedly abandoned

radar station at Severnaya.

Look what the satellite picked up.

We found a match:

your missing Tiger.

In the middle of Northern Russia.

It seems your hunch

was right, 007.

It's too bad the evil Queen of Numbers

wouldn't let you play it.

- You were saying?

- No, I was just...

Good. Because if I want sarcasm,

Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children.

- Good evening, 007.

- Good evening, M.

The Prime Minister's

waiting for an update.

Proceed with your briefing,

Mr. Tanner.

Thank you.

After the distress signal,

your helicopter took off...

and the Russians scrambled

these three MIGs here to intercept it.

What do you think the Russians

are using the base for?

Well, at one point we suspected

Severnaya might be the ground station...

for a secret space-based weapons program

called GoldenEye, but...

Our statistical analysis

saw they had...

neither the finance

nor technology to implement it.

Numbers were never

my strong suit.

Are these pictures live?

Unlike the American government, we

prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.

Negative so far.

Everything seems normal.

What the bloody hell was that?

Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova.

Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova!

Boris!

Boris!

Thanks.

Our satellite is knocked out.

So are two of the Americans.

We have another

coming into range...

now.

Good God.

Two of the MIGs are down.

And it looks like

the third went into the dish.

What do you think?

No lights.

Not one single electric light on

in a 30-mile radius.

E.M.P.?

- That explains the MIGs and satellites.

- And the blackout.

Electromagnetic Pulse:

a first-strike satellite weapon

developed by the...

The Americans and Soviets

during the Cold War.

I've read the brief.

Discovered after Hiroshima.

Set off a nuclear device

in the upper atmosphere.

Creates a pulse...

a radiation surge that destroys

everything with an electronic circuit.

The idea being to knock out

the enemy's communications...

before he, she, or they

could retaliate.

So, GoldenEye exists.

Yes.

- Could this be an accident?

- No.

The helicopter.

If you wanted to steal the GoldenEye,

it was the perfect getaway vehicle.

Setting off the blast was the ideal way

to wipe out any trace of the crime.

The Janus group?

It may have been involved

with the helicopter.

I know the Russian

failsafe systems.

You don't just walk in

and ask for the keys to the bomb.

You need the access codes.

It had to be an insider.

And at least one person

probably knows who it is.

Very well, sir.

Thank you. Good night.

The Prime Minister's

talked to Moscow.

They're saying it was an accident

during a routine training exercise.

Governments change.

The lies stay the same.

What else do we know about

the Janus syndicate?

Topflight arms dealers,

headquartered in St. Petersburg.

The first outfit to restock

the Iraqis during the Gulf War.

The head man's unreliably described.

No photographs.

The woman, Onatopp...

is our only confirmed contact.

- Would you care for a drink?

- Thank you.

- Your predecessor kept cognac in the...

- I prefer bourbon.

- Ice?

- Yes.

We've pulled the files on

anyone who might have had access...

or authority at Severnaya.

The top name on the list is

an old friend of yours, I understand.

Ourumov.

They made him a General.

He sees himself as

the next Iron Man of Russia.

So our political analysts rule him out.

He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.

Are these the same analysts

who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist?

Who said the helicopter

posed no immediate threat...

and wasn't worth following?

You don't like me, Bond.

You don't like my methods.

You think I'm an accountant...

a 'bean counter, ' more interested

in my numbers than your instincts.

- The thought had occurred to me.

- Good.

Because I think you're a sexist,

misogynist dinosaur.

A relic of the Cold War...

whose boyish charms,

though wasted on me, obviously appeal...

to that young woman

I sent out to evaluate you.

- Point taken.

- Not quite, 007.

If you think for one moment I don't have

the balls to send a man out to die...

your instincts are dead wrong.

I've no compunction about

sending you to your death.

But I won't do it on a whim, even with

your cavalier attitude towards life.

I want you to find GoldenEye.

Find who took it, what they plan

to do with it, and stop it.

And if you should come across Ourumov,

guilty or not...

I don't want you running off

on some kind of vendetta.

Avenging Alec Trevelyan

will not bring him back.

- You didn't get him killed.

- Neither did you.

Don't make it personal.

Never.

Bond.

Come back alive.

Good morning, General Ourumov.

Defense Minister Mishkin,

gentlemen.

Please deliver your report.

As this Council is aware,

a secret weapon system code-named

GoldenEye was detonated over Severnaya.

As head of Space Division...

I personally undertook

the investigation.

I have concluded this crime

was committed by Siberian separatists...

seeking to create

political unrest.

Regrettably,

the peaceful work...

and much-needed hard currency

earnings of Severnaya...

have been set back

by several years.

Therefore,

I tender my resignation.

It seems the Council does not

want your head, Arkady Grigorovich.

Merely your Ioyal assurance that

there are no other GoldenEye satellites.

I can give you that assurance,

Defense Minister.

And what of the two missing

Severnaya technicians?

I was aware only of the one,

Boris Grishenko.

There was a girl also

whose body was not among the dead.

Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova,

a level-two programmer.

I will investigate immediately,

Defense Minister.

It would seem presumptuous,

General...

to blame this incident

on Siberian separatists...

before the whereabouts

of your own people are determined.

Do you agree?

Yes, Defense Minister.

Thank you for

bringing it to my attention.

That will be all.

Morning, Q.

Sorry about the leg. Skiing?

Hunting!

Right. Now pay attention, 007.

First, your new car, BMW.

Agile, five forward gears,

all-points radar...

self-destruct system...

and naturally,

all the usual refinements.

Now, this I'm

particularly proud of.

Behind the headlights,

Stinger missiles.

Excellent. Just the thing for unwinding

after a rough day at the office.

Need I remind you, 007...

that you have a licence to kill...

not to break the traffic laws.

- I wouldn't think of it.

- Good.

Right. Let's get on

to more practical matters.

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