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A Terrorist Arms Bazaar on the Russian Border
Our man's in position on the center camera.
It's like a terrorist supermarket.
Chinese Long March Scud, Panther AS-565 attack helicopter...
a pair of Russian mortars, and the crates look like American rifles.
Chilean mines, German explosives. Fun for the whole family.
White Rook to White Knight. Show us the pawns.
You see, he did get through, Admiral. Start with that chap in the middle.
Load the I.D. Program, please.
Data base I.D. Search.
Checking the databases.
We've got out first match. Satoshi Isagura.
Chemical expert. Wanted for the Tokyo subway attack.
Currently working for the insurgent force in Zaire.
Henry Gupta. American.
Practically invented techno-terrorism.
Started out as a student radical at Berkeley in the '60s.
Now he sells his politics for cash.
- Zoom in on that, can you? - That looks like an American encoder.
They use it to control their navigation satellites: The G.P.S. System.
I wonder, will the C.I.A. Be more upset that they lost it or that we found it?
Excuse me. Admiral?
Thank you, M, we've seen enough. This is now a military operation.
You saw the Gatling gun?
Are your troops prepared for that kind of firepower?
We have election in Moscow next week.
The president said any loss of life is unacceptable.
We'll take the naval option.
In one strike, we take out half the world's terrorists.
- Admiral Roebuck, I must protest. - Get me the Chester.
- Best not waste time. - My man isn't finished.
Black King to White Bishop. Authorization to fire.
Get your man out of there. His job is over.
Weapons authorized. Prepare to fire.
On my count. Five, four, three, two, one.
Missile away.
Time to target: Four minutes, eight seconds.
White Knight, four minutes to impact. Get out of there.
Yes, damn it, I know what it is! It's on the screen in front of me.
It's a jeep in front of a plane.
Now, get the hell out of there!
- What the hell's going on? - You will not wait!
- That's an order! - What is your man waiting for?
White Knight? Oh, my God!
Those are Soviet SB-5 nuclear torpedoes.
- If the Cruise hits them... - Order them to abort the missile.
- H.M.S. Chester urgent. - White Knight, come in.
Abort missile. Abort missile.
- Abort missile. - Abort missile.
Captain, sir, missile out of range.
Unable to destroy.
- White Knight... - Alert NATO, the Pentagon.
- Will it trigger the torpedoes? - It might.
But even if it does not, there's enough plutonium...
to make Chernobyl look like picnic.
Bloody hell! Can't you people keep anything locked up?
Evacuate your troops, and get him out of there, now!
White Knight, come in. White Knight, come in!
- Keep trying, damn it! - White Knight, come in.
Repeat, White Knight, come in white knight.
Filthy habit.
I've got the encoder.
- What the hell is he doing? - His job.
He's going for the bombs.
Get that jeep!
Get out of it, James.
One minute to impact.
Thirty seconds to impact.
Backseat driver.
White Knight to White Rook.
I've evacuated the area.
Ask the admiral where he'd like his bombs delivered.
Darling, I'm killed
I'm in a puddle on the floor
Waiting for you
To return
Oh, what a thrill
Fascinations galore
How you tease
How you leave me to burn
It's so deadly, my dear
The power of having you near
Until that day
Until the world falls away
Until you say
There'll be no more good-byes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies
Darling, you've won It's no fun
Martinis, girls and guns
It's murder on our love affair
But you bet your life every night
While you're chasing the morning light
You're not the only spy
Out there
It's so deadly, my dear
The power of wanting you near
Until that day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more good-byes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies
Sound the general alarm.
The ship has been overflow by two Chinese MiGs.
We believe they have hostile intent.
Hands to action stations.
H.M.S. Devonshire. This is your last warning.
You are in Chinese territorial waters.
Officer of the Watch, maximum speed. Come left 40 degrees.
Aye, aye, sir. Revolutions 1-6-0, port 20.
Are they insane?
The Chinese pilot insists that we are only 11 miles off their coast...
and he will fire if we don't turn around and go to a Chinese port.
Send this: "We are in international waters...
and will defend ourselves if attacked."
Copy all this to the Admiralty, urgent.
Are we absolutely sure of our position?
Yes, sir. An exact satellite fix.
Carver Media Group Network - Hamburg
Captain, we are ready to launch.
Shut down the engines.
Maintain full silence.
A stealth ship may be invisible to radar but the Sea drill isn't.
We'll launch next time the MiGs fly by...
and the British will think it's a Chinese aerial torpedo.
I should report in.
Stamper to Hamburg. Phase one is in progress.
I'll report back to you with an update.
- The MiGs are making another pass. - Let's start the show.
Sea drill in position.
Start the drill.
- Release it. - Sea drill away.
Green 3-0, torpedo, torpedo, torpedo.
Center bearing 1-1-4.
Officer of the Watch, come hard right, 1-4-1.
There's been no sonar contact, sir. The MiGs must have dropped it.
Bearing steady. It's gonna hit, sir.
Brace, brace, brace.
- Target: 1200. - Knock knock.
Let's go upstairs.
- Turn left. - Rotating 90 degrees.
Now they're wondering why the torpedo hasn't exploded.
PWO, Captain. Full damage report.
Backup power, immediately!
Switch to alternate supply.
Three generators are down, sir. Flooding on four deck aft.
Sir, we're now down 14 degrees by the stern.
Yeoman, send to Admiralty: "Have been torpedoed by Chinese MiGs. Sinking."
Give them our position. Right. Abandon ship.
Abandon ship! Abandon ship!
Everyone on deck! Come on!
One missile at the MiGs.
Maintaining radio silence.
Their last broadcast, sir.
Mr. Gupta's little trick with the encoder worked.
They gave their final position 70 miles from here.
The British Navy will never find them.
Survivors in the water.
Mr. Stamper, I'm having fun with my headlines.
I need to know the exact number of survivors.
Now, I'm late for a meeting. Make sure you use the right kind of ammunition.
Yes, sir.
Start the recovery operation.
Send our divers down to the Devonshire.
Mr. Gupta? Phase one is complete.
Good morning, my golden retrievers.
What kind of havoc shall the Carver Media Group create in the world today?
- News. - Floods in Pakistan, riots in Paris.
- And a plane crash in California. - Excellent.
Mr. Jones, are we ready to release our new software?
Yes, sir. As requested, it's full of bugs...
which means people will be forced to upgrade for years.
Mr. Wallace, call the president.
Tell him if he doesn't sign the bill lowering the cable rates...
we'll release a video of him with the cheerleader...
- in the Chicago motel room. - Inspired, sir.
After he signs the bill, release the tape anyway.
Consider him slimed.
Excuse me.
- He's on transponder seven. - Mr. Stamper?
Phase two is underway. I have the videotape.
I haven't seen it myself, but I'm told the footage is excellent.
Plus, there were 17 survivors for your headlines.
Good work, Stamper.
- Thank you. - Don't mention it.
Make sure you keep it in a safe place.
Gentlemen and ladies...
hold the presses.
This just in.
By a curious quirk of fate, we have the perfect story...
with which to launch our Satellite News Network tonight.
It seems a small crisis is brewing in the South China Sea.
I want full newspaper coverage. I want magazine stories.
I want books. I want films. I want TV. I want radio.
I want us on the air 24 hours a day.
This is our moment!
And a billion people around this planet...
will watch it, hear it...
and read about it from the Carver Media Group.
There's no news like bad news.
I am pleased with your progress, Mr. Bond.
I've always enjoyed studying a new tongue, Professor.
One might say you have a natural ability.
But practice makes perfect.
How do you say "I'm not here" in Danish?
Just ignore it.
Those are words they just don't have in their vocabulary.
- Bond here. - Go to a secure line, 007.
Going to a scrambler, channel four.
That's ridiculous. That ship was in international waters.
- We can't be certain. - James? Where are you?
Oh, Moneypenny.
I'm just up here at Oxford brushing up on a little Danish.
I'm afraid you're going to have to kiss off your lesson, James.
We've got a situation here at the Ministry of Defense.
We're sending the fleet to China.
I'll be there in an hour.
Make that 30 minutes.
Good-bye, my sweet.
You always were a cunning linguist, James.
- Don't ask. - Don't tell.
That's preposterous. We know exactly where that ship was positioned.
The G.P.S. System... Global Positioning Satellites... do not lie.
Yes, but our Singapore station picked up a mysterious signal...
on the G.P.S. Frequency at the time of the attack.
It could've sent that ship off course.
- I have a missing British frigate... - I'm aware of that!
And instead of decisive action, all you want to do is investigate.
My goal is to prevent World War Three, Admiral, and I don't think...
sending an armada into the recovery area is the best way to do it.
Where, exactly, did this mysterious G.P.S. Signal come from?
- We're still investigating. - "Investigating."
With all your respect M, sometimes I don't think you have the balls for this job.
Perhaps, but the advantage is...
I don't have to think with them all the time.
That's enough. Now, where do we stand?
It was an unprovoked attack on a ship in international waters.
We send in the fleet for recovery and prepare for full retaliation.
Moderation. We investigate...
and stop short of sending the entire British Navy...
within ten minutes of the world's largest air force.
- When will our ships be in position? - Forty-eight hours.
The press are already screaming for blood.
The last thing we want to do is escalate the situation.
I'm afraid it may be too late to worry about that.
Seventeen British sailors murdered!
"According to Vietnamese officials who recovered the bodies...
the victims were riddled with the same ammunition...
used by the Chinese Air Force."
- Did you leak this? - No.
- It's the first I've heard of it. - Well, this settles it.
We send in the fleet.
M, you have 48 hours to investigate.
There is one strange thing.
When I called our contact in Saigon, he said the Vietnamese...
only found our sailors three hours ago.
How'd they get the paper out so fast?
Somebody at Tomorrow knew before the Vietnamese government did.
How much do you know about Elliot Carver, 007?
Worldwide media baron.
Able to topple governments with a single broadcast.
Carver owns that newspaper Tomorrow.
I didn't want to discuss it in front of the minister...
but that mysterious signal came from one of Carver's satellites.
The P.M. Would have my head if he knew you were investigating him.
I'm sending you to Hamburg, 007. We've arranged for you to be invited tonight...
to a party at Carver's Media Center.
They're celebrating the launch of a new satellite...
because now he has the ability to reach every human being on the Earth.
Except the Chinese, who have refused broadcast rights.
James... Your ticket, cover story and rental car reservation.
Sign here, please.
I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris.
That was a long time ago, M...
before she was married.
I didn't realize it was public knowledge.
Queen and country, James.
Your job is to find out whether Carver or someone in his organization...
sent that ship off course and why.
Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver if necessary.
I doubt if she'll remember me.
Remind her.
Then pump her for information.
You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.
If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny.
-Security announcement; passengers are asked not to leave their baggage unattended.
Good Day. Can I help you?
yeah my car in the cargo can you check please.
One moment please.
If you'll just sign here, Mr. Bond.
It's the insurance damage waiver...
for your beautiful new car.
- Will you need collision coverage? - Yes.
- Property destruction? - Definitely.
Personal injury?
I hope not, but accidents do happen.
They frequently do with you.
Well, that takes care of the normal wear and tear.
Do I need any other protection?
Only from me, 007, unless you bring that car back in pristine order.
- Shall we? - Shall we?
Your new BMW 750.
All the usual refinements... machine guns, rockets...
the G.P.S. Tracking system.
Welcome. Please fasten seat belt and obey all instructions for a safe trip.
I thought you'd pay more attention to a female voice.
- I think we've met. - I am not interested...
in your sordid escapades.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
Your new telephone.
Talk here, listen here.
So that's what I've been doing wrong all these years.
It also includes a fingerprint scanner...
and a 20,000-volt security system.
And this I'm particularly proud of...
the remote control for your car.
Tap twice.
One, two.
Now, draw your finger...
very slowly across the pad...
to drive the car.
It's surprisingly difficult to drive, but with practice...
Well, let's see how she responds to my touch, eh, Q?
I think we understand each other.
Grow up, 007.
Attention. Engine running. Please shut door now.
Don't let her push you around.
Anyway, there's absolutely no truth in this malicious rumor...
that I started running Mad Cow Disease stories...
simply because Sir Angus Black, the great British beef baron...
Lost 10,000 pounds to me in a game of poker and refused to pay up.
Moreover, there's even less truth in the rumor...
that I took 100 million francs from the French...
to keep the stories running for another year.
- Excuse me, Mr. Carver. - Yes.
This is the new banker, Mr.
Bond. James Bond.
Another new banker. I seem to collect them.
Tell me, Mr. Bond.
How's the market reacting to the crisis?
Well, currencies are off. Your stock is soaring.
I don't believe we have met.
- Elliot Carver. - Wai Lin.
I'm from the New China News Agency.
I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list.
I have a confession.
It's not. I snuck in.
Why would you do that, my dear?
I wanted to meet you.
I admire a woman who takes the initiative.
- You should work in my Beijing bureau. - Mr. Carver.
- You don't have a bureau in Beijing. - Call me Elliot.
I always wondered how I'd feel if I ever saw you again.
Now I know.
Was it something I said?
How about the words, "I'll be right back?"
- Something came up. - Something always came up.
- And how are you, Paris? - Much better now. We're even.
Something to drink, Mrs. Carver?
Mr. Bond will have a vodka martini, shaken not stirred.
Mrs. Carver will have a tequila, straight shot.
No, Mrs. Carver will have a glass of Mr. Carver's champagne.
I see you've moved up in the world, Paris.
And tonight, you're a banker. I saw the guest list.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
- To you. - No, to the gun.
So I take it this isn't a social visit?
Your husband may be in trouble.
The emperor of the air.
If you think you're going after him, you're the one who's in trouble.
Perhaps, but it's either him or someone in his organization.
I see. And you figured you could charm the dirt out of me.
No. That wasn't my plan.
Good. Because if it comes to a choice...
between you and Elliot, I've made my bed.
You don't sleep in it anymore.
There you are.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
I want you to meet Wai Lin, New China News Agency.
- Hello, Mrs. Carver. - It's a pleasure.
And this is James Bond.
I didn't realize you knew each other.
- We're old friends. - Casual acquaintances.
He dated my roommate in Zurich.
I'm thinking of getting Wai Lin behind a news desk.
That's wonderful. I'm sure she won't resist...
too much.
Tell me, Elliot, I was just wondering about your satellites...
the way you've positioned yourself globally.
They're merely tools for information, Mr. Bond.
Or disinformation.
Say, if you wanted to manipulate the course of governments or people.
Or even a ship.
That's very interesting, Mr. Bond.
You have a vivid imagination for a banker.
Perhaps I should commission you to write a novel.
Oh, heavens, no. I'd be lost at sea. Adrift.
It's time to begin the festivities.
Excuse me. Darling?
So, how do you really know him?
I told you, he's a banker. I met him in Zurich.
You're a terrible liar, dear.
I have a problem with a banker.
Could I see you a moment?
Ladies and gentlemen.
Mr. Carver's broadcast will be starting in ten minutes in the main studio.
Exactly what kind of banking do you specialize in, Mr. Bond?
Hostile takeovers. Shall we?
Carver must feel at home in a room like this.
It's nice to talk to the world.
Looks like there's someone who wants to talk to you.
Mr. Bond, you have an urgent phone call.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in five...
four, three, two...
Good evening.
Tonight's broadcast was supposed to be a celebration...
marking the completion of the Carver Global Satellite Network.
But, as you're well aware...
a terrible conflict looms tonight in the South China Sea...
which, unchecked...
has the potential to destroy every human being on Earth.
- I want to assure my viewers that I... - This way, please.
Elliot Carver, have spoken with the prime minister in London...
and the chairman in Beijing...
and have offered my services as an impartial...
It's a soundproof room, Mr. Bond. Nobody hears you scream.
Herr Stamper, we have made contact.
Make him uncomfortable.
I'll be there in a few moments.
...with its printing presses that run 24 hours a day...
and its satellite facilities linking every last...
You seem very concerned about Mr. Carver's business.
He wants to know why.
Why did I do it, you ask.
The answer is simple: Power.
The power to illuminate the far corners of the globe.
Not for higher profits...
but for higher understanding between the people of this great planet.
Put him in the chair. Maybe we play a little number on his head.
And what do I expect in return?
Worldwide domination.
Complete, utter, total worldwide domination.
But not over governments or ideology.
Over tyranny and isolation and ignorance.
The Carver Media Group Network has the ability...
to reach every person in every village in every nation.
But do not fear me...
for tonight I offer you my declaration of principles:
A promise to the men and women of this planet...
my brothers and sisters whom I so humbly serve.
I promise to report the news without fear or favor.
I promise to be a force for good in this world...
fighting injustice, crushing intolerance...
battling inhumanity.
It's time for...
a station break.
- What's happening? - We've lost power.
- We're off the air. - What?
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm. There's no need to go for the exit.
We will go on in a few minutes' time.
What do you mean, you don't know? You're fired! Get out of my sight!
And, in a rather embarrassing note...
scrappy media mogul Elliot Carver was cut off the air tonight...
in mid-speech during the inaugural broadcast...
of his Worldwide Satellite Network.
Sorry, Elliot, but we didn't do it.
Glorious evening, wasn't it?
Come on, Elliot. Ignore those people.
- Sometimes these things happen. - Not to me.
Not to me!
When I was 16, I went to work for a newspaper in Hong Kong.
It was a rag, but the editor taught me one important lesson.
The key to a great story is not who...
or what or when...
but why.
Your friend, Mr. Bond, made a mess tonight.
- I want to know why. - I told you, I barely know him.
I was curious who Carver would send.
He's on to you.
Well, we know where you stand.
You made your bed.
I'm standing in your doorway.
Then turn around and go home.
You can tell him you didn't get anything out of me.
That's it? Go home?
I didn't ask you to get involved in this.
It's too late for that.
Why did you marry him?
He told me he loved me.
That always sounds good.
Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary?
Well, I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.
What was it, James?
Did I get too close?
Did I get too close for comfort?
I missed you.
What did you find?
I hacked into the mainframe at the bank. They're using an SSL2 encryption...
Spare me the techno babble, please.
Bond's got a perfect employment record. Ten years.
He's crossed every "T," he's dotted every "I."
- Which means? - Government agent.
I call it Gupta's Law of Creative Anomalies.
If it sounds too good to be true, it always is.
Do you think my wife knows?
There's a lot of garbage, but if you dial down the ambient noise...
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
Play it again.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep with a gun under your pillow?
I think we should set an appointment for my wife with the doctor.
- I have to go. - No, you don't.
I can get you out of the country in four hours.
I have no choice.
No one can protect me from him, not even you.
- You do have a choice. - Only if you let him go.
I can't do that.
He has a secret lab on the top floor even I'm not supposed to know about.
There's an emergency hatch on the roof.
- You don't have to do this. - It's the easiest way to get in.
Don't argue with me, James.
You know...
this job of yours...
it's murder on relationships.
Until I get back next week, I want two guards...
outside this office 24 hours a day.
Nobody gets in. Got it?
We'll take care of it.
What do we do with the satellite?
Send this thing off to the launch site. And be careful.
It's worth 300 million dollars. You break it, you bought it. Understand?
I hate traveling. I never know what to pack.
Looking for a news story?
They'll print anything these days.
Good morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver.
I believe you've got two items that belong to me.
What are you talking about?
The red box, Mr. Bond...
and my wife in your hotel room.
He's coming.
Fingerprint I.D. Accepted.
Please select security system level.
Tell me if you find the encoder.
- Call me immediately. - Yeah.
And in breaking news...
it is with great sadness that we announce the death of Paris Carver...
who has become an international figure since she became the wife...
of Elliot Carver, chairman of this network.
According to police officials in Hamburg, Germany...
Mrs. Carver was found dead this morning...
in a hotel suite in that city in unusual circumstances...
on which police have refused to elaborate.
A coroner has been called for and is expected to deliver...
his full report within the next three days.
Her body was discovered along with the body of an unidentified man...
who appeared to be the victim of a self-inflicted gun wound.
Reached aboard his private jet en route...
I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond.
Stand up, slowly.
Drop your gun and kick it toward me, ja?
At present, police have refused to speculate...
on a motive in this murder/suicide.
Good. Now...
lie down on the bed next to Mrs. Carver.
We extend our deepest sympathies to Mr. Carver.
This story will be on the news in an hour.
- Tomorrow's news today. - Just so.
My name is Dr. Kaufman.
I am an outstanding pistol marksman.
Take my word for it, ja?
Get the sledgehammers.
She struggled terribly, Mr. Bond.
It's a pity you got her involved in all this.
It won't look like a suicide if you shoot me from over there.
I am a professor of forensic medicine.
Believe me, Mr. Bond, I could shoot you from Stuttgart...
and still create the proper effect.
My art is in great demand, Mr. Bond.
I go all over the world.
I am especially good at the celebrity overdose.
But now, I'm afraid, Mr. Bond, that our little...
Stamper! Stop yelling in my ear, ja?
Sir, they can't get into the car.
You can't be serious.
- Did you call the Auto Club? - Do you want to call them?
Make him tell you how to open it.
Okay, I ask.
This is very embarrassing.
It seems there is a red box in your car.
They can't get to it.
They want me to make you unlock the car.
I feel like an idiot. I don't know what to say.
I am to torture you if you don't do it.
- You've a doctorate in that too? - No, no, no.
This is more like a hobby. But I'm very gifted.
Oh, I believe you.
- My cell phone opens the car. - No, Mr. Bond.
I do it, ja?
Recall, three, send.
I'm just a professional doing a job.
Me too.
Dr. Kaufman.
Welcome. Please fasten seat belt.
Reduce speed.
Pedestrians in roadway.
Driver alert.
Obstruction ahead. Reduce speed now.
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