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Ripped with SubRip 1.14 and Verified by CdinT|(Cristi_Polacsek@SoftHome.net) I deliver perfection...|and don't brag about it! :D {y:i}Arkangel Chemical Weapons Facility| - USSR - I beg your pardon.|Forgot to knock. I'm alone. Aren't we all?|You're late, 007. I had to stop in the bathroom. Ready to save the world again? After you, 006. - James... for England.|- For England, Alec. It's too easy. Half of every thing|is luck, James. And the other half? Fate. Set timers six minutes. Six minutes. Check. Fire! - Closing time, James.|- Buy me a pint. This is Colonel Ourumov.|Come out with your hands up. How original. Shut the door, Alec.|There's a draught! Shut the door, Alec.|There's a draught! Alec? Throw down your weapon,|and walk towards me... slowly. Blow them to hell! You have 10 seconds. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... - 3... 2...|- For England, James! You'll blow the gas tanks! Come out with your hands... Wait! You can't win. Get out there! Hold your fire! Wait! {y:i}Nine Years Later James, is it necessary|to drive so fast? More often than you'd think. I enjoy a spirited ride|as much as the next girl, but... - Who's that?|- The next girl. James, stop this! - I know what you're doing.|- What's that, dear? You're trying to show off|the size of your... - Engine?|- Ego. We're having a pleasant drive and you bring|psychology into it. - I'm here to evaluate you.|- Let's put that behind us. Ladies first. I want you to stop this car. - Really?|- At once! You can see I have no problem|with female authority. James, you're incorrigible.|What will I do with you? Let's toast your evaluation,|shall we? A very thorough evaluation. Madame wins. Bet, Mademoiselle? Bets, ladies and gentlemen?|No players? Banco. It appears we share the same|passions-three, anyway. I count two -|motoring and... baccarat. Seven. Madame wins. I hope the third|is where your real talent lies. One rises to meet a challenge. Double. Madame stands with 5. Madame loses. Buliatch! Enjoy it while it lasts. The words I live by. And what words do you live by? The trick is to quit|while you're ahead. Perhaps you'll show me|how that's done. Vodka martini.|Shaken, not stirred. - And for you?|- The same. - How do you take it?|- Straight up, with a twist. Thank you, Mr... The name's Bond -|James Bond. Xenia Zaragevna Onatopp. Onatopp? Onatopp. Your accent - Georgian? Very good, Mr Bond.|You've been to Russia. I used to drop in.|Shoot in and out. It's very different now.|A land of opportunity. With a new Ferrari|in every garage? That belongs to a friend. A tip for your friend. The French registration plates|this year start with "L". Even counterfeit ones. And what rank do you hold with the Motor Vehicles|Department, Mr Bond? Commander. - Shall we go?|- This one is an admiral. I like a woman|who enjoys pulling rank. - Nice to meet you, Mr Bond.|- The pleasure was all mine. Transmission from Moneypenny. Onatopp, Xenia. Ex-Soviet fighter pilot. Suspected links to Janus crime|syndicate, St Petersburg. M authorises you to observe Miss Onatopp, but stipulates no...|contact without prior approval. End of transmission.|Stay "on-a-topp" of things. Lyubeemyets. Xenia, I... can't... breathe. My respects, Admiral. Delighted to have you|aboard, Ma'amselle. Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats|for the aircraft demonstration. What you are about to see is Europe's answer to|the electronic battlefield - the Tiger helicopter. The Tiger not only|uses Stealth technology, it is hardened against all forms|of electronic interference and electromagnetic radiation. I have a small surprise|from your barracks friends. I think I've gone to heaven. Not yet. Please welcome the pilots. Lieutenant Commander Jaubert|and Lieutenant Brouse. {y:i}Space Weapons Control Centre|{y:i}Severnaya, Russia Select Mir. Orthographic projection. Compute possible intercept|with second stage geo-stat two. Anna. He wouldn't know a woman|if one sat on his head. Boris. - Boris!|- What? I thought I'd post it|on the Internet. - What's the password?|- I made it easy this time. Even you should break it. I'll give you a hint. They're right in front of you and can open very. Large doors. - You're such a geek.|- I'm in! You've hacked into|the U.S. Department of Justice. What will happen|if they trace it here? They'll call me a genius, and give me a million bucks|hard currency. I think not. The Americans are slugheads.|They'll never detect me. You were saying... slughead? Nobody screws|with Boris Grishenko. Spiked them! - Boris, just hang up.|- No way! I spiked them. - What's the password?|- I'm not going to tell you. Let me guess.|It's not in front of me? You sit on it|but can't take it with you. My programme jams the modem|of whoever's tracing me so they can't hang up. Now the hunted|becomes the hunter. Slugheads. Bang! Gone! I am invincible! Was it good for you, too? - I'll get some coffee.|- I'm going for a cigarette. General Arkady|Grigorovich Ourumov, Head of Space Division. - General, if I'd known...|- You'd have been ready. This is an unscheduled test|of Severnaya, Major. We will test-fire Goldeneye.|Report your status. Satellites Pety a and Mischa,|sir, in 90-minute Earth orbit. Good. Here is|the authorisation code. The Goldeneye and access numbers|for satellite Petya, please. I am timing you. Good. Thank you, Major. On my count. 3... 2... 1. Set target. Severnaya. Arm the weapon. Check it! Their best response time|is 19 minutes. It's clean.|I had to ventilate someone. - Good evening, Moneypenny.|- Good evening, James. M will meet you|in the situation room. - You look lovely.|- Thank you, James. Out on some kind of assignment?|Dressing to kill? You'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home praying|for some international incident so I can impress James Bond. I was on a date|with a gentleman. Moneypenny, I'm devastated. What would I do without you? As far as I can remember, James,|you've never had me. Hope springs eternal. This behaviour could qualify|as sexual harassment. What's the penalty for that? You have to make good|on your innuendoes. After you, Moneypenny. No, I insist. You first. - Good evening, 007.|- Tanner. What's up? 16 minutes ago,|we intercepted a distress call 16 minutes ago,|we intercepted a distress call from an "abandoned"|radar station at Severnaya. - We found your missing Tiger...|- In the middle of north Russia. Your hunch was right. Shame the evil queen of numbers|wouldn't let you play it. You were saying? No, I was just... just... If I want sarcasm,|I'll talk to my children. - Good evening, 007.|- Good evening, M. The Prime Minister|wants an update. Proceed with your briefing,|Mr Tanner. Thank you. Your helicopter took off, and the Russians scrambled|three Migs to intercept it. What is the base used for? We once suspected|it might be the ground station for a secret space-based|weapon called Goldeneye. Statistics saw they had neither|the finance nor technology. Numbers were never|my strong suit. Are these pictures live? Unlike the Americans, we prefer|not to get bad news from CNN. Everything seems normal. What the 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. Looks like the third|went into the dish. What do you think? Not a single electric light on|in a 30-mile radius. E.M.P.? - It would account for the Migs.|- And the blackout. Electro-Magnetic-Pulse,|a satellite weapon developed... ...by the Americans|and Soviets during the Cold War. Discovered after Hiroshima. Set off a nuclear device|in the upper atmosphere. Creates a pulse that destroys|everything electronic. Knocking out|the enemy's communications before he, she,|or they retaliate. So, Goldeneye exists. Yes. Could this be an accident? No. The helicopter. To steal the Goldeneye,|it was perfect. The blast wipes out|any trace of the crime. Janus? They may have been|involved with the helicopter. I know the Russian|fail-safe systems. You just don't walk in and ask|for the keys to the bomb. There had to be an insider. And at least one person|probably knows who it is. Very well, sir.|Thank you. Good night. Very well, sir.|Thank you. Good night. The Prime Minister's|talked to Moscow. They say it was an accident. Governments change,|the lies remain. What else do we know|about Janus? Top-flight arms dealers,|HQ in St Petersburg. Restocked the Iraqis|during the Gulf Wvar. The head man's unreliably|described. No photographs. The woman, Onatopp, is our only confirmed contact. Would you like a drink? Thank you. Your predecessor kept cognac... I prefer bourbon. - Ice?|- Yes. We've looked at anyone who might have had access|or authority at Severnaya. Top of the list|is an old friend of yours. Ourumov. They made him a general. Our analysts rule him out. He doesn't fit|the profile of a traitor. The same analysts who said|the Goldeneye couldn't exist, that the helicopter|posed no immediate threat and wasn't worth following? You don't like me, Bond. You think I'm more interested in|my numbers than your instincts. - It occurred to me.|- Good. Because I think|you're a sexist dinosaur, whose boyish "charms" obviously appeal|to that young woman I sent to evaluate you. - Point taken.|- Not quite, 007. Don't think I don't have|the balls to send a man to die. 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|who took Goldeneye, what they plan to do|with it, and stop it. If you come across Ourumov,|don't run off on any vendetta. Avenging Trevelyan|won't bring him back. - You didn't get him killed.|- Neither did you. - Don't make it personal.|- Never. Bond... Come back alive. {y:i}St. Petersburg, Russia {y:i}St. Petersburg, Russia Good morning, General Ourumov. Defence Minister Mishkin...|gentlemen. Please. Deliver your report. 72 hours ago, a secret weapons|system, codename Goldeneye, was detonated over Severnaya. I personally undertook|the investigation. I have concluded|this crime was committed by Siberian separatists|seeking to create unrest. The peaceful work and hard|currency earnings of Severnaya have been set back|by several years. Therefore,|I tender my resignation. We do not want your head, merely your assurance that|there are no other Goldeneyes. I give you that assurance. And the two missing|Severnaya technicians? I was aware only of the one - Boris Grishenko. There was a girl|whose body was not found. Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova. I will investigate immediately,|Defence Minister. It would seem presumptuous to blame these incidents|on Siberian separatists before the whereabouts of your|own people are determined. - Do you agree?|- Yes, Minister. Thank you for bringing it|to my attention. That will be all. Morning, Q.|Sorry about the leg. Sking? Hunting. Now, pay attention, 007. First, your new car. BMW. Agile, five forward gears,|all-points radar. Self-destruct system|and all the usual refinements. This I'm particularly proud of. Behind the headlights,|Stinger missiles. Just the thing for unwinding|after a rough day. You have a licence to kill, NOT to break the traffic laws. - I wouldn't think of it.|- Good. Let's get on|to more practical matters. A ty pical leather belt. Male, size 34, buckle, notch. Have you finished? - Yes.|- Good. A ty. Pical belt... Q, I'm familiar|with that device. Not with a 75-foot|rappelling cord built in. Fire, and out shoots a piston, followed by a high-tensile wire|to support your weight. What if I need|additional support? It's tested for one, 007. Flight 878 to St Petersburg. X-ray documents scanner. A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. ^Three clicks arms|the four-second fuse. Another three disarms it. How long is the fuse? Oh, grow up, 007. "The pen is mightier|than the sword." Thanks to me, it is! Let's ask Freddie here|to demonstrate for us. Sorry about this, Fred. 1, 2, 3. Don't say it. The writing's on the wall? Along with the rest of him. 007, do please try and return... Try and return some of this|equipment in pristine order. Don't! That's my lunch. In London,|April's a spring month. What are you, the weatherman? For crying out loud,|another stiff-assed Brit, with your secret passwords. One day you guys will learn|to drop it. My car's over there. - After you.|- Thank you. Like you said, drop it. In London,|April's a spring month. In St Petersburg,|we freeze our butts off. - Is that close enough?|- No. Show me the rose. Please, no. All right, all right. Muffy? Third wife. Jack Wade, CIA. James Bond, stiff-assed Brit. - Nice move.|- Nice car. She's an ugly little bitch,|but she gets there. Hey, Bond,|do you do any gardening? Hand me that wrench, Jimmy. So what do you know|about Janus? Zilch. Zipsky. No one's ever seen him,|but he's connected. KGB, military. Screwdriver. Rumour is he lives|on an old missile train like they used to run around|so we couldn't target 'em. Hand me that hammer, Jimbo. No, the bigger one, the sledge. Anyways, you don't find|this guy, he finds you. Hell, it's all Russian Mafia. I can point you in the|direction of his competition. Who IS the competition? Ex-KGB guy. Tough mother. Got a limp. Name's Zukovsky. Valentin Dimitreveych Zukovsky? - You know him?|- I gave him the limp. Yes? Are these all you have? How many do you want? 24 for the American school,|11 for the Swedish. IBM compatible, 500 Mb|hard drive, CD-Rom and modem. - You pay dollars?|- Of course. If madam requires|a demonstration... One demonstration|and a quiet place to test it. Natalya. Is everything satisfactory? Everything except|the interruption. You shot him in the leg, You shot him in the leg, stole his car, took his girl. Now you want Zukovsy|to set you up with Janus? Yes. Are you going|to appeal to his heart? - No. His wallet.|- That might work. OK, showtime. Valentin operates|out of number 23. Last guy who dropped|in uninvited went home air freight|in very small boxes. Make sure|they send me first-class. Natalya! Shh! It's me.|It's Boris. It's Boris. Hello. Another morning shot to hell. Free market economy|will be the end of me. Walther PPK, 7.65 mm. Only three men I know|use such a gun. I've killed two of them. - Lucky me.|- I think not. {y:i}And if you love him {y:i}Oh, be so proud of him {y:i}'Cause, after all {y:i}He's just a man "Stand by your man"... James Bond-charming,|sophisticated secret agent. "Shaken, not stirred." You haven't lost your delicate|sense of humour, Valentin, or your need for an audience. Who's strangling the cat? Strangling a cat? "Stand by your man"... That is Irina, my mistress. Very talented girl. Irina! Take a hike! "Man"... So, Mr Bond, what brings you|to my neighbourhood? Still working for MI6, or have you joined|the 21st century? I hear the new M is a lady. I want you to do me a favour. He wants ME to do HIM a favour! My knee aches every day,|twice as bad when it's cold. Have you any idea how long|winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Dimitri. - It depends...|- Silence! Surely someone of your stature|must have realised the skill wasn't|to hit your knee, but to miss the rest of you. So why did you not kill me? Call it professional courtesy. Then I should extend you|the same courtesy. Kirov's funeral parlour,|4.00 today. 200 pounds of C-4 explosives|hidden in a casket. Your man drives the hearse in,|the money's exchanged, their man drives the hearse out. Their man is arrested.|Your man escapes with the money. Your money. And what do I owe|for this accommodation? I want you to set me up|with Janus. What has he done to deserve you? - Stole a helicopter.|- I have six. - Three. None that fly.|- Who's counting? They are traitors. They killed a lot|of innocent Russians. What do you expect|from a Cossack? Who? I never met Janus,|but I know he's a Lienz Cossack. The group|that worked for the Nazis? You know your history. At the end of the war, the Lienz Cossacks surrendered|to the British, believing they would wage war|against the communists. But the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin,|who had them shot. Women, children, families. Not exactly our finest hour. Still, ruthless people.|They got what they deserved. Tell Janus|I'm asking about the chopper. Meet me at the Grand Hotel. Then you and I are even|and he owes me one. Precisely. You don't need the gun,|Commander. That depends|on your definition of safe sex. That's close enough. Not for what I have in mind. You think you can hurt me? You think you can break me? No, no, no. No more foreplay.|Take me to Janus. - This is it?|- Yes. Well, I must say,|I've had a lovely evening. You? The pleasure was all yours. You'll understand|if I don't call. I won't lose sleep over it. Sweet dreams. Hello, James. Alec? Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star|on the MI6 memorial wall. What's the matter, James? No glib remark,|no pithy comeback? Why? Hilarious question,|particularly from you. Did you ever ask why we toppled all those|dictators and regimes, only to come home -|"Sorry, old boy." "Everything you risked|your life for has changed." - We were chosen to do it.|- You would say that. James Bond,|Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. Please, James, put it away. I've anticipated|your every move. Yes... I trusted you, Alec. Trust-what a quaint idea. How did MI6 miss that your|parents were Lienz Cossacks? Your faith is misplaced.|They knew. We're both orphans. But where your parents|had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived|the British betrayal. My father couldn't let|himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was|too young to remember, and in one of life's|little ironies, the son worked|for the government whose betrayal caused the father|to kill himself and his wife. Hence Janus, the two-faced|Roman god, come to life. God didn't give me this face. You did, setting the timers|for 3 minutes instead of 6. Should I feel sorry for you? No, you're supposed|to die for me. Oh, by the way... I did think of asking you|to join my little scheme, but I knew 007's loyalty|was always to the mission, never to his friend. Closing time, James, last call. For England, James. Wake up! Mister! Wake up! Mister! Wake up, please! Wake up! - I'm here. I'm here!|- Hurry up! Come on! Pull yourself together! - Get us out of here!|- I'm a little tied up. The things we do|for frequent-flyer mileage. Let me help you. Mind your head. Let me go! Who are you? I'm here to help. - I don't know anything.|- I don't believe you. Either take your chances with me or your countrymen who killed|everyone at Severnaya. - I've never been to Severnaya.|- Your watch has. Frozen by the Goldeneye blast. I bet you're the one who|climbed up the dish to get out. Who are you? I work for|the British government. - Tell me what you know.|- I don't know anything. Start with what you do know. My name is Natalya Simonova. I was a systems programmer|at Severnaya until... - Go on.|- Until he killed everyone. Alec Trevelyan? I don't know who that is. - Who's the traitor?|- Boris. Boris Grishenko. - KGB or military?|- Computer programmer. There was no one else? No. They'll kill me, won't they? Trust me. Trust you?|I don't even know your name. Good morning, Mr Bond. Sit. I'm Defence Minister|Dimitri Mishkin. How shall we execute you,|Commander Bond? No small talk? No chit-chat? No one does a really sinister|interrogation any more. It's a lost art. - Where is the Goldeneye?|- I assumed you had it. Who's behind your attack|on Severnaya? Who had the codes? The penalty|for terrorism is death. - And for treason?|- Stop it, both of you! You're like boys with toys. It was General Ourumov. He set off the weapon. I saw him do it. Are you certain it was Ourumov? Yes. He killed every one|and stole the Goldeneye. Why would he do that? There is another satellite. Another Goldeneye. Thank you, Miss Simonova. You were saying something about the lost art|of interrogation, Mr Bond. Defence Minister,|I must protest. This is my investigation. You are out of order. I hear YOU are out of order. I've seen this gun before,|in the hand of our enemy. Put it down! Do you even know|who the enemy is, Dimitri? Guard! Defence Minister|Dimitri Mishkin... murdered by British agent|James Bond... himself shot|while trying to escape. Guards! Come on! They're in the archive! Down! Spread out! The other side! Trust me. Go now! Faster! Damn it. Down the alley! Use the bumper. What was that? Go left! Get out! Either you've brought me|the perfect gift, or you've made me|a very unhappy man. Mishkin got to them|before I could. Bond is alive? He escaped. Good for Bond, bad for you. Take a seat, my dear. James and I shared everything. Absolutely everything. To the victor go the spoils. You'll like where we're going. You may even learn to like me. Stay with her. Bond! Only Bond. - He's going to derail us!|- Full speed! Ram him! Why can't you just die? You first. You second. Up! Situation analysis... hopeless. You have no escape route, and I have the only|bargaining chip. Where is she? Ah, yes, your fatal weakness. Ourumov, bring her in. Lovely girl. Tastes like strawberries. - I wouldn't know.|- I would. Back where we started, James.|Your friend or the mission. Drop the gun. I'll let her live. Ourumov, what has|this Cossack promised you? You knew, didn't you? - He's a Lienz Cossack.|- It's in the past. He'll betray you,|just like everyone else. Is this true? In 48 hours we'll have|more money than God. And Mr Bond will have|a small memorial service with only Moneypenny and a few restaurateurs|in attendance. So what's the choice, James? Two targets,|time enough for one shot. The girl or the mission? Kill her.|She means nothing to me. See you in hell, James. One-inch armour plating. I'm fine, thank you very much. Boris. Yes! What are you doing? Boris is on-line. Maybe I can find out|where they're going. Well, get us out of here. Yes, sir. Good luck with the floor. I set the timers for six|minutes, the same you gave me. It was the least I could do|for a friend. - What does that mean?|- We've got three minutes. - What do you call your bottom?|- What? "What I sit on|but don't take with me." - Chair.|- Like I said... 30 seconds... He's not in Russia, Germany, Paris, London, Madrid,|New York, Toronto, Chicago... 20 seconds! Rio, Miami... - Come on!|- He's in Cuba! Havana... no! Now! Do you destroy every. Vehicle|you get into? Standard operating procedure. Boys with toys. I should take care of transport|for our trip to Cuba. OUR trip? Can you disarm the weapon? That depends what kind of weapon|you're talking about. 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 what's-his-name... - T... Z...|- Q. What are you doing here? Banyan trees. I'm not here. The CIA had nothing to do|with your insertion into Cuba. - You catch my drift?|- Perfectly. Borrowed the plane|from the DEA. The Coast Guard and FAA|are in the loop. 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. You're looking for a dish|the size of a football field? Doesn't exist.|We see every. Cigar lit in Cuba. It's a duplicate of Severnaya, like your secret transmitters|in New Zealand. How does she know about that? - What if I need backup?|- Get on the radio. Turn left and Cuba's|80 miles on your right. Don't push any buttons. - I'll just bomb around in it.|- Exactly. Yo, James, 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... All your guns,|your death, for what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. - Natalya, listen...|- 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 that I meant|nothing to you... did you mean it? Yes. Basic rule -|always call their bluff. Turn 10 degrees south,|bearing 1-8-4. Yes, sir. Nothing.|There is nothing here. Let's make another pass. Maybe there is no dish. Natalya. This time, Mr Bond,|the pleasure will be all mine. 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. Kill him.|He just won't take a hint. Target co-ordinates? Target is London. He's going|to signal the satellite. - How do you stop it?|- The transmitter... Antenna in position. On my count. 3... 2... 1. 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! How is Q?|Up to his usual tricks? The watch. Ahh, a new model. Still press here, do I? You break into the Bank|of England via computer, then transfer the money|electronically, 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. You're just a bank robber,|a common thief. You always had a small mind. It's not just|erasing bank records. It's everything|on every computer in London. Tax records, the stock market,|credit ratings, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43 s...|and 42 seconds... the UK will re-enter|the Stone Age. A world-wide financial meltdown, all so mad little Alec can settle a score 50 years on. Spare me the Freud. Do all the martinis silence the screams|of all the men you've killed? Or do you find forgiveness|in the arms of all those women for all the dead ones|you failed to protect? England will learn|the cost of betrayal... inflation adjusted for 1945. Welcome to the party. Natalya! Don't ever do that again. This is not a game, Boris.|People will die! You 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|the firing codes. Retro-rockets firing. What the hell's happening? We'll have re-entry in...|12 minutes. It will burn up|over the Atlantic. She changed the access codes! Then she can fix it. Shoot him.|He means nothing to me. - I can break her codes.|- Then get on with it! Tell him! Now! Give me the codes, Natalya! - Can Boris break your codes?|- Possibly. - Can Boris break your codes?|- Possibly. Possibly? Wye have to destroy|the transmitter. By the way, I'm fine,|thank you very much. Can you use this? - 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, are you all right? I'm fine. Thank you. Suppose someone is watching? There's no one within 25 miles,|believe me. Yo, Jimbo! Is this "coming through|in a clinch"? Tobacco plants. I said I'd be here, huh? Yo! Marines! You can finish debriefing each|each other at Guantanamo. You ready? I'm not going on|a helicopter with you. Nothing that moves. Darling, what could|possibly go wrong? DVD subtitles by|European Captioning Institute |
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