All language subtitles for 1999 The World Is Not Enough ENG SUBS

So good of you to come see me, Mr. Bond.
Particularly on such short notice.

If you can't trust a Swiss banker,
what's the world come to?

And now that we're all comfortable,
why don't you sit down?

It was not easy,
but I have retrieved the money.

No doubt, Sir Robert will be
pleased to see it again.

At the current rate of exchange,
minus the fees

and certain unforeseeable expenses.

-Voilà, the receipt.
-Would you like to check my figures?

Oh, I'm sure they're perfectly rounded.

-It's all there.
-I didn't come for the money.

The report Sir Robert bought was stolen
from an MI6 agent who was killed for it.

I want to know who killed him.

-Terrible tragedy.
-I just want a name.

I am merely the middleman.
I'm just trying to do the honorable thing,

returning the money to its rightful owner.

And we know how difficult that can be
for a Swiss banker.

I am offering you the opportunity
to walk out with the money, Mr. Bond.

And I'm giving you the opportunity
to walk out with your life.

Looking at our present situation,
strictly as a banker,

I would have to say
that the numbers are not on your side.

Perhaps you failed to take into account
my hidden assets.

You seem to have had
a small reversal of fortune.

-Give me the name.
-I can't tell you.

Let's count to three.

You can do that, can't you? One, two...

All right. All right.
But you'll have to protect me.

James. Have you brought me
a souvenir from your trip?

Chocolates? An engagement ring?

I thought you'd enjoy one of these.

How romantic.

I know exactly where to put that.

Oh, Moneypenny,

the story of our relationship.
Close, but no cigar.

I hate to tear you away
from affairs of state, 007.

Would you mind coming in?

Right away, M.

Sir Robert King, James Bond.

The man who retrieved my money.
I can't thank you enough. Excellent work.

Be careful, M.
I might try to steal him from you.

Construction's not exactly my speciality.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Best to the family.

-Old friend?
-We read law at Oxford together.

I always knew he'd conquer the world.
Care for a drink?

Yes, thank you.

He's a man of great integrity.

Who buys stolen reports
for three million pounds.

Thank you.

-Any leads on the sniper?
-Not one.

Professional job.
She must be working for someone.

-Is this the stolen report?
-Yes. Classified.

From the Russian
Atomic Energy Department.

What would King want this for?

He was led to believe the document was
a secret report

identifying the terrorists

who'd attacked a new oil pipeline
he's building in the region.

Interesting.

But it doesn't exactly explain

why someone would want me
out of their office alive.

-King! The money.
-Moneypenny, stop King.

Move! Move, move! Get out of the way!

Stop!

Move! Move! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way! Move!

Stop, stop! It isn't finished!

What was that?

Let's go!

-What the hell do you think you're...
-Let go!

Listen to me! You can't get away.

We can make a deal.
Just tell me who's behind this.

Who are you working for? Don't do it!

Don't blow us up! I can protect you.

Do you understand? I can protect you.

Not from him!

Hello, my dear.

-Who is that young woman?
-King's daughter.

-Elektra.
-Thank you.

The money was dipped in urea.

In effect, a highly compacted
fertilizer bomb.

Having handled the money,
the water on 007's hands

when he touched the ice
started a chemical reaction.

In one of the notes,
the metal anti-counterfeiting strip

had been replaced with magnesium,
which acted as a detonator.

And King's lapel pin
was switched for a copy

which contained a radio transmitter
to trigger the blast.

In other words,
he set off the bomb that killed him.

We know it was someone close to King,

and our only lead committed suicide
on that balloon.

But given the size of King's organization,
it could be anyone, anywhere.

M.

This will not stand.

We will not be terrorized by cowards
who'd murder an innocent man

and use us as the tool.

We'll find the people
who committed this atrocity.

We'll follow them to the farthest ends
of the earth, if needs be.

And we will bring them to justice.

Tanner!

Sorry, James.
M says you're off the active-duty list

until you're cleared by medical.

Dislocated collarbone.

If any more tendons snap, I'm afraid
you're going to be out of action for weeks.

Molly, I need a clean bill of health.

You have to clear me for duty.

-James, that wouldn't really be...
-Ethical?

Practical, smart.

Well, let's just skirt the issue, shall we?

You'd have to promise to call me
this time.

Whatever the doctor orders.

Then I suppose,
if you stayed in constant contact...

Of course.

If you showed sufficient stamina.

-Cut out all kinds of...
-Strenuous activity?

I suppose we all have to
pay the piper sometime, right, Q?

Oh, pipe down, 007.

-Was it something I said?
-No. Something you destroyed.

My fishing boat
for my retirement away from you.

Now, I want to introduce you
to the young fellow

I'm grooming to follow me.

Helps if you open the door.

-And you might be?
-This is 007!

If you're Q, does that make him R?

Yes, the legendary 007 wit.

Or at least half of it.

Now, I dare say, 007, that you've
met your match with this machine.

Yeah? New model? Improved specs?

I thought you were on the inactive roster.
Some kind of injury?

Yes, well, we'll see about that. So?

As I was saying, the very latest
in interception countermeasures.

Titanium armor,
a multitasking heads-up display

and six beverage cup holders.
All in all, rather stocked.

-"Fully loaded," I think is the term.
-I think...

You're not here to think.
You're here to do what I tell you.

Now, go put on the coat
and demonstrate it for 007.

But of course.

Now, watch closely, please, 007.

The right arm goes
in the right sleeve, thus.

And the left arm in the left sleeve, thus.

Now, note closely, please,
pockets, poppers and zipper.

Take the lower part of the zipper
and insert it into the...

Pull the tag.

You said...

He seems well-suited for the job.

You're not retiring anytime soon,
are you?

Now, pay attention, 007.

I've always tried to teach you two things.

First, never let them see you bleed.

-And the second?
-Always have an escape plan.

Good evening.
The Elektra King kidnap ordeal is over.

The Cyprus authorities say
she has escaped

after shooting dead
two of her captors and is...

He shouted.

Shouted all the time.

Level one, clearance required.

Level one, clearance required.

Yes, 007?

Tell me about the kidnapping
of Elektra King.

I wasn't aware you had an assignment
on this case.

I brought the money in that killed King.

-Don't make this personal.
-I'm not. Are you?

You're the only one
who could seal her file.

Will you excuse us?

I will not tolerate insubordination, 007.

What happened?

After Elektra King was kidnapped,

her father tried to deal with it on his own,
with no success.

So he came to me.

As you are aware,
we do not negotiate with terrorists.

And against every instinct in my heart,
every emotion as a mother,

I told him not to pay the ransom.
I thought we had time on our side.

You used the girl as bait.

Yes.

The money in King's briefcase
was precisely the same amount

as the ransom demand for his daughter.

It's a message. Your terrorist is back.

-Victor Zokas, a.k.a...
-Renard, the anarchist.

He was operating in Moscow in 1996.
Pyongyang, North Korea, before that.

And he's been spotted
in Afghanistan, Bosnia, Iraq, Iran,

Beirut and Cambodia.

-All the romantic vacation spots.
-His only goal is chaos.

After Robert came to me,
I sent 009 to kill Renard.

Before he completed the mission,
Elektra escaped.

A week later,
our man caught up with the target.

He put a bullet in his head.
That bullet's still there.

How did he survive?

The doctor who saved Renard
couldn't get the bullet out,

so Renard killed him.

It's moving through
the medulla oblongata,

killing off his senses, touch, smell.

He feels no pain.

He can push himself harder, longer
than any normal man.

The bullet will kill him,

but he'll grow stronger every day,
until the day he dies.

Robert is dead. MI6 is humiliated.

He's had his revenge.

Not quite.

Renard had three enemies
in that kidnapping,

and there's still one he hasn't touched.

Elektra.

M.

I see the good doctor has cleared you.
Notes you have exceptional stamina.

I'm sure she was touched
by his dedication

to the job in hand.

007, I want you to go to Elektra.

She's taken over the construction of
her father's oil pipeline in the Caspian Sea.

Find who switched that pin.

If your instincts are right,
Renard will be back,

and Elektra will be the next target.

The worm on the hook again.

She doesn't need to know
it's the same man that may be after her.

Don't frighten her.

A shadow operation?

Remember, shadows stay
in front or behind,

never on top.

You, go back. Leave. This area is closed.

I'm here to see Elektra King.

James Bond, Universal Exports.

And I'm Davidov, chief of security.

As you can see, we're having
some problems with the villagers.

I told Miss King to stay
at the office in Baku.

Oh, hell.

-Miss King, I told you to stay...
-I know what you told me.

Send the pipe around.

It's going to take weeks and cost millions.

-Your father approved this route.
-Then my father was wrong. Do it.

-Davidov.
-I'll talk to her.

I saw you at my father's funeral.

Yes. I'm sorry.

M told me she was sending someone. Mr...

Bond. James Bond.

-Did you know my father?
-I met him once, briefly.

You seem to have inherited
his touch for diplomacy.

-Saving the church?
-And avoiding the bloodshed.

A hundred years ago, my mother's family
discovered the oil here.

When the Soviet Union was formed,

the Communists spent the next 70 years
plundering our countryside for it.

I saw the mess they left on the drive in.

The new pipeline
will guarantee our future.

But it would be a crime to destroy
what little is left of our past.

But you didn't come here
to talk about oil, did you?

No.

Tell me,

have you ever lost a loved one, Mr. Bond?

M sent me because we're afraid
your life might be in danger.

Please, I want to show you something.

I'm trying to build an 800-mile
pipeline through Turkey,

past the terrorists in Iraq, Iran and Syria.

Up here, the Russians have
three competing pipelines.

And they'll do anything to stop me.

My father was murdered,
the villagers are rioting,

and you, Mr. Bond, have come all this way
to tell me that I "might" be in danger?

We suspect there might be an insider.

-My father's pin.
-No, a duplicate

with a transmitter inside
that set off the bomb.

My family has relied
on MI6 twice, Mr. Bond.

I won't make that mistake a third time.

I'm going to finish building this pipeline,

and I don't need your help.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to check the survey lines.

I've always wanted to
check the survey lines.

You don't take no for an answer, do you?

No.

I hope you know how to ski, then.

I came prepared for a cold reception.

Can't land. Wind's too strong.

Hold her steady.

-You ski very well, Mr. Bond.
-Seems you enjoy being chased.

-It probably happens all the time.
-Less often than you might think.

So this is where they meet,
the two ends of the pipeline.

Your father's legacy.

My family's legacy to the world.

-Expecting visitors?
-No.

This isn't a social call.

Head for the gully.
I'll lead them into the trees. Go, go!

See you back at the lodge.

-Oh, my God!
-It's all right.

-We're buried alive!
-It's all right!

-I can't stay here!
-You're not going to. You're not going to.

-Elektra.
-I can't breathe.

-Elektra, Elektra, Elektra!
-I can't breathe! I can't breathe!

Look at me. Elektra, look at me!
Look at my eyes.

Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes!

You're all right.

Everything's all right. Trust me. Okay?

She's fine.

Some bumps and bruises,
but otherwise fine.

She wants to see you.
Not you, Davidov, him.

-Are you all right?
-I need to ask you something.

And I want you to tell me the truth.

Who is it? Who's trying to kill me?

I told you I don't know.
But I'm gonna find him.

Not good enough.

After the kidnapping, I was afraid.

I was afraid to go outside.
I was afraid to be alone.

I was afraid to be in a crowd.

I was afraid to do anything at all.

Until I realized
I can't hide in the shadows.

I can't let fear run my life. I won't.

After I find him, you won't have to.

Don't go. Stay with me.

Please?

I can't do that.

I thought it was your job to protect me.

-You'll be safe here.
-I don't want to be safe.

I'll be back soon.

And who's afraid now, Mr. Bond?

-I want to see Valentin Zukovsky.
-Impossible.

Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Tell him James Bond is here.

Now.

I don't think you heard me.

Mr. Zukovsky would be delighted
to see you.

-After you.
-No. After you.

I insist.

And a little for you.

Bond! James Bond!

Meet Nina and Verushka.

Lose the girls, Valentin. We need to talk.

Why am I suddenly worried
that I'm not carrying enough insurance?

Chill out, James.

Fine, ladies. Go on. Beat it. Scram.

Bull, give them an inch.

And make sure they lose it in this casino.

I'll see you later, Mr. Bond.

I see you put your money
where your mouth is.

Mr. Bullion does not trust banks.
So, what would you like to talk about?

I'm not sure I can really help you.
I'm a legitimate businessman now.

Would you care for some caviar?
My own brand, Zukovsky's Finest.

Take a look at this.

Russian Special Services.

Atomic Energy Antiterrorist Unit.
Where did you find this?

I took it off a parahawk which tried to
kill Elektra King this morning.

Renard is behind this.

I think you and I had better have a drink.

And then after Afghanistan,

the KGB decided Renard was a liability
and just cut him loose.

-Now he works freelance.
-But for whom?

There are four competing pipelines.

I'm willing to bet half the customers
in this casino would be very happy

to see the King pipeline disappear.

-What's funny?
-Nothing.

It just appears Miss King does not share
your concern.

-What are you doing here?
-The same thing you are.

Looking for the people
who tried to kill me.

Let me take you home. Now.

No. I want them to see I'm not frightened.

Miss King, how very nice to see you.
We've kept your father's chair free.

Free?
Nothing comes free from you, Zukovsky.

Your father had a credit line with us,
$1 million U.S.

I'd be happy to extend you that courtesy.

So what's it to be?

Blackjack, your father's favorite?

Let's keep it simple.

One card. High draw.

A million dollars.

Wait. Bury the top three cards.

You're determined to protect me,
aren't you?

Perhaps from yourself.
You don't have to do this.

There's no point in living
if you can't feel alive.

Queen of hearts.

It appears that you have been beaten
by the ace of clubs.

No hard feelings, my dear.
Come again soon.

Shall we?

Elektra, this is a game
I can't afford to play.

I know.

-What happened to Davidov?
-I gave him the night off.

Welcome to the Devil's Breath.

For thousands of years, Hindu pilgrims
have journeyed to this holy place

to witness the wonder of the miracle
of the natural flames that never die

and to test their devotion to God

by holding the scalding rocks
in their hands

as they said their daily prayers.

Tell me, Davidov,
what happened this afternoon?

You promised me your best men.
Mr. Arkov supplied the latest weapons.

-Yes, but Bond...
-Bond was unarmed.

And you, Arkov?
Is everything ready for tomorrow?

I have the authorization
and the passes in the car,

and I have arranged for a plane tonight,
but...

-But what?
-We should scrub the rest of the mission.

The parahawks were meant
to be returned.

People will start asking questions,
even of me,

all because of his incompetence.

I see. I see you're right.
You're right, he should be punished.

Davidov, hold this for me.

It was wrong of me to expect
so much of you.

Kill him.

He failed his test of devotion.

You can take his place. Take his ID.

And do be on time.

Poor shoulder.

It looks painful.

Needs constant attention.

I knew. I knew when I first saw you.

I knew it would be like this.

Enough ice for one day.

How did you survive?

I seduced the guards, used my body.

It gave me control.

And the rest,
I got a gun and started shooting.

And what about you?
What do you do to survive?

I take pleasure

in great beauty.

Let's go. It's getting late.

What happened to Davidov?
I was told to expect him.

He was buried with work.

Let's go. Get your stuff.

Okay, come on. Let's get out of here.

You're late. Did you bring it? The grease.

Of course.

Excellent.

Get ready. We're 10 minutes out.

But make sure you wear the ID.

I'm gonna go get some air.

Welcome to Kazakhstan, Dr. Arkov.
I'm a great admirer of your research.

Not often we see someone
of your stature here.

I go where the work takes me.

By the way,
you have the transport documents?

I pulled the plutonium
out of the one inside.

-You can detonate the triggers now.
-Okay.

Look. Our IDA physicist.
Don't bother. Not interested in men.

Take my word for it.

Last year,
we decommissioned four test sites.

Not even a glimmer.

Are you here for a reason
or are you just hoping for a glimmer?

And you are?

Mikhail Arkov,
Russian Atomic Energy Department.

-Miss...
-Dr. Jones. Christmas Jones.

And don't make any jokes.
I've heard them all.

I don't know any doctor jokes.

This is okay.
Take the elevator down the hall.

Your friends are already down there.

-Don't I get some type of protection?
-No, Dr. Arkov.

Down there it's all
weapons-grade plutonium.

Reasonably safe.

Up here we've got hydrogen bombs
that your lab built

leaking tritium,

which I've spent the last six months
trying to clean up.

So if you need any protection at all,
it's from me.

Your friends are waiting for you.

Doctor?

Aren't you forgetting?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

By the way...

Expecting Davidov?
He caught a bullet instead of the plane.

Get off. Keep your mouth shut.

You can't kill me, I'm already dead.

Yeah, not dead enough for me.

You could show a little gratitude,
I did spare your life at the banker's office.

That's right. I couldn't kill you.
You were working for me.

You delivered the money, killed King,
and now you brought me the plane.

-What's your plan for the bomb?
-You first.

-Or could it be you don't have a plan?
-That bomb will never leave this room.

Neither will you.

How sad to be threatened by a man
who can't grasp what he's involved in.

Revenge is not hard to fathom
for a man who believes in nothing.

And what do you believe in?
Preservation of capital?

Go ahead, shoot me. I'll welcome it.

My men will hear the shot and kill you.

And the firefight will bring down
half the army from above.

But when a certain phone call
isn't made in 20 minutes,

Elektra dies.

-You're bluffing.
-She's beautiful, isn't she?

You should have had her before,
when she was innocent.

How does it feel
to know I broke her in for you?

I usually hate killing an unarmed man.

Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.

A man tires of being executed.

But in your case, I feel nothing,
just like you.

But then again, there's no point living
if you can't feel alive.

Hey!

-Drop the gun!
-Keep away, Colonel.

He's an impostor.
Dr. Arkov is 63 years old.

This is your impostor,
along with the men outside on the plane.

They're stealing the bomb.

I said drop it!

On your knees!

Well done.

He would've killed us all.
Did you speak to him?

Yeah, but he's no atomic scientist.

I suppose you were the one
who allowed him down.

You had me,

but I knew you couldn't
shoulder the responsibility.

Now, without any further interruptions,
let's proceed.

There are too many new faces
around here,

including yours.

The bomb doesn't move
until I am satisfied.

Hey, all of you, to the surface, now.

Come on! Go!

Move!

They're sealing us in.

Who are you?

I work for the British government.

Stay calm.

No hard feelings, Mr. Bond,
but we're even.

Soon, you'll feel nothing at all.

Seal the door! Close it!

Come on!

Keep going! Move! Hang on!

So, you're a British spy.
Do you have a name?

The name's Bond.

James Bond.

Don't stop! Go, go! Jump!

They won't get very far.

Every warhead has a locator card.
We can track the signal.

You mean one of these?

Do we have the range of Renard's plane?

Anywhere in this circle.

Russia, Armenia, Iran,
Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan...

I'm sorry to interrupt.
Elektra King is calling from Baku.

-It's on the video line.
-Put her on the wall screen.

I'm sorry. I would never call you,
except James has disappeared.

He left my villa in the middle of the night,

and my head of security has been found

near your local airstrip, murdered.

-I'll send someone out.
-M, could you come?

I can't help thinking I'm next.

-Get me out there.
-No, listen...

Just get me out there.

Gabor?

James?

Surprised?

What are you doing?
What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?

Maybe. Maybe I should ask you.

After all, "there's no point in living
if you can't feel alive."

Isn't that right, Elektra?
Isn't that your motto?

What are you talking about?

Or did you steal it

-from your old friend Renard?
-What?

He and I had a chat this morning.

Knew all about us.
Knew about my shoulder.

Knew exactly where to hurt me.

Are you saying Renard is the man
who's trying to kill me?

Drop the act.

It's over.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-I think you do.

It's called Stockholm syndrome,

common in kidnappings.

Young, impressionable victim. Sheltered.

Sexually inexperienced.

A powerful kidnapper
skilled in torture, manipulation.

Something snaps in the victim's mind.

The captive falls in love with her captor.

How dare you?

How dare you?
That animal? That monster?

He disgusts me.

You disgust me.

So he knew where to hurt you, is that it?

You had a sling on your arm
at the funeral.

And I didn't have to sleep with you
to find that out.

-He used your exact words.
-So you knew.

You knew all the time
that he was out there,

that he was coming for me,

and you lied.

You used me.

You used me as bait.

And you made love to me.

What?

To pass the time
as you waited for him to strike?

Hello?

He's struck again.
Ten men are dead at the pipeline.

I'm coming with you.

You do what you want to do,
but I've called M.

She's coming to take charge.

Oh, no.

I want an update. Where do we stand?

One of Renard's men removed
the locator card from the bomb

so we can't track it. But...

But what?

With all due respect,

I don't think you should be here.

May I remind you
that you're the reason I'm here, 007.

You disobeyed a direct order
and left that girl alone.

Perhaps that girl isn't as innocent
as you think.

-What are you saying?
-Suppose the inside man,

the one who switched King's lapel pin,
turned out to be an inside woman?

She kills her father
and attacks her own pipeline?

-Why? To what end?
-I don't know, yet.

Look at that. That's not right.

-What is it?
-An observation rig.

-Travels in the pipe looking for cracks.
-Shut it down.

I don't understand. It won't respond.

The place is clean. No sign of the bomb.

-The bomb is in the pipeline.
-Oh, my God!

They must have brought it through here.
That would explain the attack.

Heading for the oil terminal.

Where it would do the most damage.

Have your men evacuate that terminal.

So now do you believe me?

This is an emergency situation.
So, please,

clear the room. Do it.

-He's going for the oil.
-Of course.

The one pipeline the West is counting on

to supply our reserves
for the next century.

-Do you have an idea?
-Maybe.

How far is that rig from the terminal?
And how fast is it traveling?

It's 106 miles from the terminal,
going 70 miles an hour.

We've got 78 minutes.
Do you have another rig?

There's one parked in the passageway
ahead of it.

-Charles, can you get me out there?
-Of course.

Wait a minute.

Are you gonna do
what I think you're gonna do?

-What do I need to defuse a nuclear bomb?
-Me.

There it is. Hatch to the passageway.

Take the controls.

You keep the speed up
so the other rig catches up with us.

-I'll be waiting to hear from you.
-Gotcha.

You know how to drive
one of these things?

Doesn't exactly take a degree
in nuclear physics.

They're in the pipeline.
They're on the move.

Faster!

If there's even the slightest chance,
Bond will succeed.

He's the best we have,
though I'd never tell him.

I hope you're right.

Here it comes!

It's closing up. Faster!

Sit tight.

No brakes! The controls are jammed!

It's a tactical fission device, low yield.
Hold me steady.

You've defused hundreds of these, right?

Yeah, but they're usually standing still.

Yeah, well, life's full of small challenges.

Have a look at this.
Someone stripped the screw heads.

Someone's tampered with the bomb.

Look, half the plutonium's missing.

So what are you saying?
It couldn't go nuclear?

There's still enough explosive in there
to kill both of us

if the trigger charge goes off.

-Let it blow.
-But I can stop it.

Let it blow!

Trust me! Leave it!

Move down. Move down!

Jump! Go on, jump!

Jump!

Robinson's reporting.

The bomb was a dud.

But the triggering charge blew out
a 50-yard section of the pipe.

And Bond?

Nothing.

I'm so sorry.

But I have a gift for you.

Something that belonged to my father.
He would've wanted you to have it.

-Perhaps this isn't the time.
-Please.

He often spoke of how compassionately
you advised him

on the best course of action
during my kidnapping.

It's very valuable, you know.

I just couldn't let it explode
with the rest of him.

I was very upset when the money
didn't kill both of you.

I didn't think I'd get another chance.

Then you dropped the answer
right in my lap.

Bond. And as you say,
he's the best you have.

Or should I say, "had"?

Take her to the helicopter.

Come on, give me your hand.
Jump, jump, jump!

Do you wanna explain why you did that?

I could've stopped that bomb.
You almost killed us.

I did kill us.

She thinks we're dead,
and she thinks she got away with it.

Do you wanna put that in English for
those of us who don't speak "spy"?

-Who's "she"?
-Elektra King.

Well, why would she blow up
her own pipeline?

It makes her look innocent.

The explosion covers up
the theft of the plutonium.

And they make it look
like a terrorist attack.

But why leave this half?

So there's enough to spread around
to cover up for the part that they did take.

But what are they gonna do
with the other half?

It's not enough to make a nuclear bomb.

-You're the scientist, you tell me.
-I don't know.

But the world's greatest terrorist
running around with six kilos

of weapons-grade plutonium
can't be good.

I have to get it back,
or somebody's gonna have my ass.

First things first.

Bond to Robinson. Do you copy?

By the way, before we go any further,
I just wanna know,

-what's the story with you and Elektra?
-We're strictly platonic. Now.

Bond to Robinson. Copy?

What's your story?
What are you doing here in Kazakhstan?

Avoiding those kind of questions,
just like you.

I read you, 007. Red alert.

M is missing with Elektra.
Three men down.

Await instructions. Out.

What do we do now?

There's one critical element here
I may have overlooked.

-What? More plutonium?
-No.

Beluga.

Caviar.

Brought me something?

The power to reshape the world.

Go on. It's safe.

Touch your destiny.

I have brought something for you, as well.

Your present,
courtesy of the late Mr. Bond.

-My executioner.
-Overpraise, I'm afraid.

-But my people will finish the job.
-Your people?

Your people will leave you here to rot
just like you left me.

You and my father.

-Your father wasn't...
-My father was nothing.

His kingdom, he stole from my mother.

The kingdom I will rightly take back.

I hope you're proud
of what you did to her.

I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit.

When I took her, she was promise itself,

and you left her at the mercy
of a man like me.

You ruined her.

For what? To get to me?

-She's worth 50 of me.
-For once, I agree with you.

Yes. And now we also share
a common fate.

You will die,
along with everyone in this city

and the bright, starry, oil-driven
future of the West.

Since you sent your man to kill me,
I've been watching time tick slowly away,

marching toward my own death.

Now you can have the same pleasure.

Watch these hands, M.

By noon tomorrow, your time is up.

And I guarantee you, I will not miss.

So beautiful.

So smooth.

So warm.

How would you know?

Why are you like this?
Because Bond is dead?

-It's what you wanted.
-Of course it's what I wanted.

He was...

He was a good lover?

What do you think?
I wouldn't feel anything?

I feel nothing.

What about this?

But surely, you can feel this?

Remember pleasure?

Wait here.

Always something.
First the casino, now the caviar factory.

I am a slave to the free-market economy.

Hello?

Bond is alive.

Is nothing in this place straight?

Who are you? And how did you get in?

I'll call security and congratulate them.

Drink?

Can't you just say hello
like a normal person?

Get lost.

No, no, no. Down the back.

What's your business with Elektra King?

I thought you were the one
giving her the business.

She drops $1 million in your casino,
and you don't even blink an eye.

What's she paying you off for?

You know, if I were you,
a relationship with a man like that,

I wouldn't bet on it.

$5000 of beluga ruined.

That's nothing compared to what a
20-megaton nuclear bomb can do.

What are you talking about?

We had a nuclear bomb
stolen this morning.

Renard and Elektra King
are working together.

-I didn't know.
-Well, what do you know?

Q's not gonna like this.

Hide!

Get out!

Help!

Now, where were we?

-A rope, please!
-No. The truth.

She has M.

-I know nothing about that.
-Those blades were meant for you.

What does Elektra King
want you dead for?

It was you who destroyed my factory,
then you drown my Rolls-Royce,

and now you're trying to drown me
in my own caviar!

Let me out!

Too bad we don't have any champagne.

Or sour cream.

Okay, okay.

Occasionally, I get equipment for her.
Machinery. You know, Russian stuff.

And the payoff in the casino?

It was a special job.

My nephew is in the navy.

He's smuggling some machinery for her.

-Where?
-Absolutely not!

Where?

-Where?
-Istanbul!

You! Where have you been,
you gold-encrusted buffoon?

Sorry, boss. I must have bumped my head.

Oh, really? Get me out of here,

I'll show you
what a bumped head feels like.

Look. We have no roof,
but at least we have four good walls.

The insurance company
is never going to believe this.

This used to be
the KGB's Istanbul safe house.

Now it's FSB. Federal Security Bureau.

Same old friendly service
with a new name.

-Did you raise Nikoli?
-Nothing.

Try scanning the emergency frequencies.

Tragedy.

In the old days,
there were at least a hundred places

where a submarine
could surface undetected.

Submarine?

What class is your nephew running?

-Victor III, you call it.
-Nuclear.

He's not loading cargo. They want the sub.
They want to use the reactor.

That's it.

Put weapons-grade plutonium
in that sub's reactor,

instant catastrophic meltdown.

Making it all look just like an accident.

But why?

Because the existing pipelines from
the Caspian Sea go to the north. Here.

The oil is put onboard the tankers, shipped
across the Black Sea, down to Istanbul.

The explosion would destroy Istanbul,
contaminating the Bosporus for decades.

And there'd be only one way
to get the oil out.

Yeah, down south to the Med.
The King pipeline.

Elektra's pipeline.

We must find Nikoli.

Captain Nikoli?

Sir.

Ready to load your cargo.

We have only a few hours
before we'll be missed.

You came with a skeleton crew?

-Yeah, that's all we can afford these days.
-Of course.

Some brandy and refreshments
for your men.

Thank you.

Good morning.

What's the time?

It's time for you to die.

I've got something

on the emergency frequency.

Two six-digit numbers cycled
every 15 seconds.

-A GPS signal. Position coordinates.
-Locator card. M.

-Here.
-Yeah. Maiden's Tower.

-Have you been there?
-No. No. Mr. Bullion.

Bomb!

Come on, come on, come on.

After you. I insist.

Enjoyed your meal, boys?

Take them up and throw them in the sea.

The extruder's in here.

It will take me half an hour to set up
the machine to make the plutonium rod.

Put them in here.

The reactor is secured.
Everything is complete as planned.

-Is your helicopter ready?
-It's going to pick me up in half an hour.

Then this is the end.

No. This is the beginning.

The world will never be the same.

The future is yours. Have fun with it.

James Bond.

If only you'd kept away,

we might have met again in a few years
and become lovers once more.

Take her to Renard.

Pretty thing. You had her, too?

I could've given you the world.

The world is not enough.

-Foolish sentiment.
-Family motto.

They were digging near here,
and they found some very pretty vases.

They also found this chair.

I think we ignore the old ways
at our peril, don't you?

-Where's M?
-Soon, she'll be everywhere.

All this because you fell for Renard?

Five more turns and your neck will break.

I've always had a power over men.

When I realized my father wouldn't
rescue me from the kidnappers,

I knew I had to form another alliance.

You turned Renard.

Just like you, only you were even easier.

I told him he had to hurt me.
He had to make it look real.

When he refused,
I told him I would do it myself.

So you killed your father.

He killed me.

He killed me the day
he refused to pay my ransom.

Was this all about the oil?

It is my oil.

Mine and my family's.

It runs in my veins, thicker than blood.

I'm going to redraw the map.

And when I'm through,
the whole world will know my name,

my grandfather's name,
the glory of my people!

No one will believe this meltdown
was an accident.

They will believe. They will all believe.

You understand? Nobody can resist me.

You know what happens
when a man is strangled?

Elektra, it's not too late.

Eight million people need not die.

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

But you couldn't. Not me.
Not a woman you've loved.

You meant nothing to me.

One last screw.

Oh, James.

Boss, you're alive. So glad to see you.

Me too.

I'm looking for a submarine.

It's big and black, and the driver
is a very good friend of mine.

Bring it to me.

What a shame. He's just gone.

Zukovsky really hated you.

Everything's under control up here.
Are you ready?

Time to say good night.

James, you can't kill me,
not in cold blood.

Bond!

Call him off.

I won't ask again.

Call him off. Call him off!

Renard.

You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Yes.

Dive! Bond...

I never miss.

Where is she?

James!

Thought I'd forgotten you, eh?

Level at 100 feet. Hold her steady.

Level at 100 feet.

If we can force them up to the surface,
they'll show up on the spy satellite,

bring out the navy.

Come on. Get up!

Over there. Go! Move!

Move! Go, go, go!

Get over there! Stay! Up!

Get us level! Level!

It's all smashed!

Christmas?

-So we're going up, then?
-Slight miscalculation.

Hold on!

Hold on, hold on.

Brace yourself.

-It's flooding!
-Get up to the hatch.

Damn! Come on! Go, go!

Move! Go on! Get out, now!

He's opened up the reactor!

And locked himself in!

I have to get up there to him.

We've got one chance.

I'll get out of the submarine and back in
through the reactor room escape hatch.

When the light goes red,
press this button so I can get back in.

James, it's too risky.

If I don't make it,
use this chamber to get out.

Close the hatch.

Be sure to exhale all the way up. Close it.

James!

Help!

Come on, come on!

We're safe from the radiation

as long as the reactor coolant
doesn't burst.

If he had gotten the plutonium rod
in the reactor,

we could've written off the whole city.

James!

Welcome to my nuclear family.

Are you really gonna
commit suicide for her?

You forget, I'm already dead.

Haven't you heard? So is she.

You're lying.

Liar!

She's waiting for you.

The hydrogen gas level's too high.
One spark and the reactor will blow.

I have to stop it.

Go to the top of the submarine.
I'll meet you in the torpedo bay. Go!

The reactor is flooded.

So it's safe even if this place blows.

Hey!

Hey!

-Hi!
-Hello!

No, it's simply not the case.
No. Before that.

-Any word?
-No. Still no contact.

Always wanted to have Christmas
in Turkey.

-Was that a Christmas joke?
-From me? No. Never.

So isn't it time
you unwrapped your present?

Oh, I think so.

Look. What's that?

-The card.
-So he must be nearby.

Where?

-Where?
-It picks up body heat,

so humans come out orange.

There.

I thought you said he was with Dr. Jones?

It's getting redder.

007!

Must be a premature form
of the millennium bug.

I was wrong about you.

Yeah? How so?

I thought Christmas only comes
once a year.