Tomorrow Never Dies Page #3

MiG-2 FLIES OUT OF THE FIREBALL -

Cannons blazing at 007. A hail of metal and tracers.

INT./EXT. BOND'S MIG -

Bond goes into evasive maneuvers - jinks right, jinks left - when,

suddenly, THE COPILOT REVIVES, and starts trying to STRANGLE Bond

with a METAL LANYARD. Struggling, Bond HEARS a THIN HIGH-PITCHED

TONE -

INT./EXT. MIG-2

The pilot has locked onto Bond's MiG. Boom! TWO HEAT-SEEKING

MISSILES roar away.

INT./EXT. BOND'S MIG -

Fighting the garrote, Bond KICKS THE THROTTLES forward and PULLS BACK

ON THE YOKE. The MiG goes into a spine crushing climb as -

THE TWO HEAT SEEKING MISSILES FOLLOW HIM, LOOPING UPWARD.

INT. MIG-2 -

Bond's MiG has disappeared from the pilot's view: Not in front. Not

on the left. Not on the right. Where did he go? The pilot looks up:

BOND'S MIG APPEARS, FLYING INVERTED, COCKPIT DOWN, 10 FEET ABOVE MIG-2.

THE PILOT OF MIG-2 IS STUNNED.

INT./EXT. BOND'S MIG -

Fighting against the garrote, Bond strains to reach a RED BUTTON on

the panel:
COPILOT EJECTOR SEAT.

Bond finally taps it, and - THE BACK HALF OF THE CANOPY BLOWS OFF!

The COPILOT BLASTS OUT OF THE PLANE, DOWNWARD, directly into MIG-2's

cockpit. Bond peels off.

For a second, MiG-2 hangs in the air. Until... BOOM!!! The TWO HEAT

SEEKING MISSILES BLAST IT TO SMITHEREENS.

Back in MiG-1, Bond fiddles with the radio.

MI-6 - SITUATION ROOM -

BOND'S VOICE

Seven to base. I have a full

house. Your bid.

The situation room erupts in cheers.

RETURN ON BOND IN THE MIG -

BOND:

By the way:
Thank the General for all

his "assistance." Over and out.

EXT. BOND'S MIG -

Goes to AFTERBURNERS. And from the fiery glow of the engine, we

DISSOLVE TO:

THE 007 GUN BARREL. MAIN CREDITS.

After credits, fade in on:

EXT. OXFORD COLLEGE - DAY

All ivy and bricks... And a certain Aston-Martin DB-5, parked.

INT. BOOK LINED OFFICE -

Afterglow:
Empty champagne bottle. Rumpled sheets on a sleeper sofa.

Bond is in bed with a smart, IRONIC, (and, yes, stunning,) 30-ish

Chinese woman, JENNY WU. (NOTE: The Chinese here is Mandarin, spelled

phonetically.)

BOND:

(running a finger across her lips)

... And what do you call these?

JENNY WU:

Ja-shwa tsway. These are lips.

BOND:

Indeed they are.

(kisses them, lightly)

Deadly little things.

She laughs. His hand goes beneath the sheets.

BOND:

And what do you call these? The Gang

of Two?

JENNY WU:

(smacking his hand, laughing:)

Stop it!

BOND:

I was just getting to the interesting part!

JENNY WU:

We've already done the interesting

part. Do you forget?

BOND:

Remind me.

He moves to roll on top of her, but she pushes him off, teasing:

JENNY WU:

Sakwa!

BOND:

Is that Mandarin, or Cantonese?

JENNY WU:

Mandarin. You jerk.

(tousling his hair)

I'm late. I have to get dressed.

She hops off the bed, leaving frame. Bond settles back on the

headboard, ready to enjoy the view... When his CELL PHONE RINGS.

BOND:

(lightly)

Hello -

(catching himself)

Hello.

INT. M'S ANTEROOM - MI-6.

MONEYPENNY, at her desk.

MONEYPENNY:

Hello, James. I hope I'm

interrupting something important.

INT. OFFICE - (INTERCUT AS NECESSARY)

(Jenny has a leg on the bed, pulling on a full Victoria's Secret

outfit:
Nylons, garter/suspenders, bustier, etc.)

BOND:

Not at all, Moneypenny. I was just

brushing up on a little Chinese.

(In the background, Jenny insists "I am not little.")

MONEYPENNY:

I'm sure she is, James. But I'm

afraid you'll have to 'kiss off' the

rest of your lessons this afternoon.

BOND:

(mock chagrin)

Moneypenny... Here I was, finally

getting a feel for a new tongue -

MONEYPENNY:

Four o'clock. M will meet you in the

conference room.

Bond watches with amusement as Jenny Wu slips a Graduation-type gown

over the lingerie. No dress.

BOND:

4:
30. It may take me a little longer

to wrap things up here.

MONEYPENNY:

Four o'clock. Don't be late.

BOND:

(hanging up:
)

Tsi tien, Chien-penny.

ON MONEYPENNY:

MONEYPENNY:

Ah, James. You always were a cunning

linguist... Au revoir, mon cher.

Moneypenny hangs up, looks up, and blanches: M is standing there.

MONEYPENNY:

Don't ask.

M:

Don't tell.

(walking away)

I don't want to know.

INT. HALLWAY - OUTSIDE JENNY'S OFFICE - OXFORD -

Bond and Jenny Wu emerge from the office. (She's still in the gown.)

They pass a flock of young students:

STUDENT:

Good afternoon, Professor Wu.

JENNY WU:

Good afternoon.

(then to Bond)

Are you sure you can't stay for the

lecture?

BOND:

I can't. But I did enjoy the dress

rehearsal.

She gives him a wry glance, opens a door to a lecture hall.

JENNY WU:

Tsi tien, Mr. Bond.

BOND:

Tsi tien, Professor Wu.

She exits; Bond walks off, passing underneath a WALL MOUNTED TV SET.

ON THE TV SET - The HNN Globe Logo - The Harmsway News Network -

spins into view, followed by:

HNN ANCHOR:

You're watching HNN, the Harmsway 24

hour news network. Coming up:

(mortise shot of:)

Valentin Zukofsky's stunning victory in

the Ukrainian Presidential elections...

(mortise shot of:)

Live coverage of the latest HNN

communications satellite launch from

Xichang (shi-chung) China... And -

(mortise shot of:)

A special report on the situation in

Hong Kong, since the Chinese take-

over from Great Britain.

EXT. MI-6 LONDON - DAY

The DB-5 drives past the guard.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Debriefing:
Bond, M, and several others listen as NATO COLONEL

DOMINIQUE EVERHART, (early 30's, Belgian,) refers to video clips from

the Khyber Pass sequence:

COL. DOMINIQUE EVERHART

To sum up:
After analyzing the tire

inflation of the fork-lift in the MI-6

video tape, NATO believes the "red

box contains approximately eighty

kilograms of U235 weapons grade

uranium - an incredibly hard,

incredibly heavy, incredibly lethal

substance.

M:

And that's enough enriched uranium to

produce how many nuclear devices?

COL. DQMINIQUE EVERHART

Depending on the builder's sophistication

- one crude bomb that could devastate

London, Paris, New York, Berlin - or all

four if they have the latest technology.

There's a pregnant pause in the room.

M:

And the participants?

COL. DOMINIQUE EVERHART

(pointing at the screen)

Kim Dae Yung. Moscow-trained North

Korean nuclear weapons specialist;

apparently fell out of favor with the

current North Korean regime after a

botched attempt to steal fissionable

material from a British light-water

reactor in South Africa - an accident

that left him entirely hairless...

Another face appears on the screen:

COL. DOMINIQUE EVERHART (cont'd)

And Rendera Sikrahm, also known as

Richard Stamper. Freelance mercenary,

Laos and Cambodia. His father was

from Nepal - a Ghurka warrior - con-

scripted by the British government to

fight in China during World War II -

after which the family settled in

Hong Kong, where the young Stamper

was undoubtedly treated like a second

class citizen by both the Hong Kong

Chinese, and local British.

(beat, aside:
)

We've all read about the signs at the

British swimming pools in Hong Kong

that said "No Ghurka's allowed."

BOND:

Nothing like a little imperialism to

promote loyalty among the faithful.

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