Three Decades of James Bond 007 Page #5

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you get into?

Standard operating procedure.

'Boys with toys. '

Maybe I should take care of

the transportation for our trip to Cuba.

Our trip?

Do you know how

to disarm the weapon?

I suppose that depends on what kind of

weapon you're talking about disarming.

So, tell me.

Are there any other

standard operating procedures...

I should be aware of, Commander?

Thousands.

But I only pay them...

lip service.

My whole life, I dreamed about

coming to the Caribbean.

It's so beautiful.

Not another human being in sight.

What is it with you

and moving vehicles?

Yo, Jimbo!

Brought a little gift from

old what's-his-name, uh, T, Z...?

- Q.

- Yeah.

- What are you doing here, Wade?

- Banyan trees.

I am not here.

The CIA has no knowledge, no

involvement, absolutely nothing to do...

with your insertion into Cuba,

if you catch my drift.

Yes, I do, perfectly.

Borrowed the plane from

a friend of mine in the DEA.

Now, the Coast Guard

and the FAA are both in the loop.

You're cleared on our radar

for 0600 hours.

Here's the latest Sat-Int

from Langley.

- Stay below 600 feet.

- 500 feet.

- Who's that?

- Natalya Siminova.

Natalya Simonova.

Russian Minister of Transportation.

Did you check her out?

- Head to toe.

- Right.

So, you're looking for a dish

the size of a football field, huh?

Doesn't exist. You can't light a cigar

in Cuba without us seeing it.

I know it's there.

It's a duplicate of Severnaya, like your

secret transmitters in New Zealand.

I've never been to New Zealand.

How'd she know about that?

What if I need backup?

Get on the radio.

I'll send in the Marines.

Anyway, hang a left

at the end of the runway.

- Cuba's 80 miles on your right.

- Yo, Wade.

Just one thing:
Don't push

any of the buttons on that car.

- I was going to go bombing around in it.

- Exactly.

Yo, James, I got faith.

But be careful. He knows you're coming.

He was your friend, Trevelyan?

And now he's your enemy

and you will kill him.

It is that simple?

In a word, yes.

Unless he kills you first.

- Natalya...

- You think I'm impressed?

All of you with your guns,

your killing, your death. For what?

So you can be a hero?

- All the heroes I know are dead.

- Natalya, listen to me.

How can you act like this?

How can you be so cold?

It's what keeps me alive.

No.

It's what keeps you alone.

James?

Yes?

On the train...

when you told him to kill me

and I meant nothing to you...

did you mean it?

Yes.

Basic rule:

always call their bluff.

No.

Turn ten degrees south,

bearing one-eight-four.

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

There is nothing here.

Let's make another pass.

Maybe Wade was right.

There is no dish.

Natalya.

This time, Mr. Bond,

the pleasure will be all mine.

Wait for your turn.

She always did enjoy

a good squeeze.

Is the satellite in range?

- Six minutes.

- Prepare the dish.

No! It's too early.

I am not ready.

Do it!

No wonder we couldn't see it.

Come on.

The world's greatest cash card.

It had better not be rejected.

- Mischa is on-line.

- Sir.

Kill him!

The man just won't take a hint.

- Target coordinates?

- The target is London.

He's getting ready

to signal the satellite.

- How do you stop it?

- The transmitter above the antenna...

Antenna in position.

On my count.

Three... two... one.

God save the Queen.

The mainframe computer.

Don't move.

James!

What an unpleasant surprise.

- We aim to please.

- Where's the girl?

Find her!

So, how is old Q?

Up to his usual tricks?

The watch.

A new model.

Still press here, do I?

Interesting setup, Alec.

You break into the Bank of England

via computer...

and then transfer

the money electronically...

just seconds before

you set off the GoldenEye...

which erases any record

of the transactions.

- Ingenious.

- Thank you, James.

But it still boils down

to petty theft.

In the end,

you're just a bank robber.

Nothing more

than a common thief.

You always did have

a small mind, James.

It's not just

erasing bank records.

It's everything on every computer

in Greater London:

tax records, the stock market,

credit ratings, land registries...

criminal records.

In 16 minutes and 43 sec...

No, 42 seconds... the United Kingdom

will reenter the Stone Age.

A worldwide financial meltdown.

And all so mad little Alec can settle

a score with the world 50 years on.

Oh, please, James.

Spare me the Freud.

I might as well ask you if all the vodka

martinis ever silence the screams...

of all the men you've killed.

Or if you find forgiveness in the arms

of all those willing women...

for all the dead ones

you failed to protect.

England is about to learn

the cost of betrayal...

inflation-adjusted for 1945.

- Welcome to the party, my dear.

- Natalya!

Don't ever do that again!

This is not one of

your games, Boris.

Real people will die!

You pathetic little worm.

She was in the mainframe.

Check the computer.

She's a moron.

A second-level programmer.

She works on

the guidance system.

She doesn't even have access

to the firing codes.

Retrorockets firing!

What the hell's happening?

We will have reentry in...

- It will burn up over the Atlantic.

- Deal with it!

She changed the access codes!

Well, then she can fix it.

Go ahead, shoot him.

He means nothing to me.

I can do it!

- I can break her codes.

- Then get on with it!

Tell him, now!

Give me the codes, Natalya!

Give them to me!

- Can Boris break your codes?

- Possibly.

Possibly?

We have to destroy

the transmitter.

By the way,

I'm fine, thank you very much.

Do you know how

to use one of these?

Yes.

Good.

Stay out of sight.

- How long?

- Two minutes. One minute.

- Guard!

- I'm fixing it!

If he moves, kill him.

Yes! I am invincible!

You know, James...

I was always better.

Alpha One to Gunship.

Alpha One to Gunship!

Speak to me!

For England, James?

No.

For me.

Yes! I am invincible!

James! James!

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Suppose someone is watching?

No. There's no one

within 25 miles, believe me.

Yo, Jimbo!

Is this supposed to be your idea of, uh,

coming through in a clinch?

It's tobacco plants.

I said I'd be here, huh?

Yo! Marines!

Maybe you two would like to finish

debriefing each other at Guantanamo.

Maybe you two would like to finish

debriefing each other at Guantanamo.

- You ready?

- I'm not going on a helicopter with you.

No plane, no train,

nothing that moves.

Darling, what could

possible go wrong, eh?

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