Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it– [Bond coughs to indicate M is right behind them: Tanner winces as they both turn to face her]
M
You were saying?
No, I was just, just–
M
Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
Bond
Good evening, Moneypenny.
Good evening, James. M will meet you in the situation room, I'm to take you straight in.
Bond
I've never seen you after hours, Moneypenny. Lovely.
Thank you, James.
Bond
Out on some kind of professional assignment, dressing to kill?
I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident, so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentleman. We went to the theatre together.
Bond
Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?
As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
Bond
Hope springs eternal.
You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
Bond
Really? What's the penalty for that?
Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.
Bond
In London, April's a spring month.
Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it. C'mon, my car's over there.
Bond
After you.
Thank you.
Bond
Like you said, "Drop it".
All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?
Bond
No. Show me the rose.
Please, no. [Bond shoves his gun into Wade] Alright, alright, alright. [unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
Bond
Muffy?
Third wife. [sticks out his hand] Jack Wade, CIA.
Bond
James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.
Bond
It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway.
I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat. [sees Bond reveal a losing hand] I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
Bond
One rises to meet a challenge.
James Bond
It's too easy.
Alec Trevelyan
Half of everything is luck, James.
James Bond
And the other half?
Alec Trevelyan
Fate. Set the timers for six minutes.
James Bond
Six minutes, check.
M
The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow; they said it was an accident during a routine training exercise.
Bond
Governments change. The lies stay the same.
M
We've pulled the files on anyone who might have had access or authority at Severnaya. The top name on the list is an old friend of yours, I understand.
Bond
Ourumov. They made him a general.
M
He sees himself as the next iron man of Russia, which is why our political analysts ruled him out. He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.
Bond
Are these the same analysts who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist, who said the helicopter posed no immediate threat and wasn't worth following?
M
You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.
Bond
The thought had occurred to me.
M
Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
Bond
Point taken.
M
Not quite, 007. If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. 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 GoldenEye, find who took it, what they plan to do with it, and stop it. And if you should come across Ourumov, guilty or not, I don't want you running off on some kind of vendetta. Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.
Bond
You didn't get him killed.
M
Neither did you. Don't make it personal.
Bond
Never. [turns to leave]
M
Bond. [Bond stops and turns to her] Come back alive.
He was a friend, Trevelyan?
Bond
Yes.
Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?
Bond
In a word, yes.
Unless he kills you first?
Bond
Natalya...
You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death, for what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?
Bond
It's what keeps me alive.
No. It's what keeps you alone.
Don't even breathe. Where are the others? [Ни единого вдоха! Где ваши?]
James Bond
I'm alone.
Alec Trevelyan
Aren't we all? [looks to his watch] You're late, 007.
James Bond
I had to stop in the bathroom. [Referring to knocking out a soldier who was sitting on a toilet]
Alec Trevelyan
Ready to save the world again?
James Bond
After you, 006.
Another morning shot to hell. [zips up a girl's dress] Free market economy, I swear it will be the end of me. [hears the click of Bond's gun at his head] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.
Bond
Lucky me. [Another man aims at Bond's head]
I think not.
And what do I owe you in return for this information?
Bond
I want you to set me up with Janus.
What had he done to deserve you?
Bond
Stole a helicopter.
I have six.
Bond
Three. None of which fly.
Who's counting?
Bond
These aren't just criminals, Valentin: they're traitors. They used the chopper to steal a nuclear weapon, murdered a lot of innocent Russians to do it.
What do you expect from a Cossack?
Bond
What?
This Janus, I've never met the man, but I know he's a Lienz Cossack.
Bond
Group that worked for the Nazis against the Russians? Second World War?
You know your history, Mr. Bond. At the end of the war, the Cossacks surrendered to the British in Austria, believing they would join your government and wage war against the Communists. But the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin, who promptly had them all shot. Women, children, entire families.
Bond
Not exactly our finest hour.
Still, ruthless people. They got what they deserved.
Good morning, Mr. Bond. I'm Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
Bond
What, no small talk? No chit-chat? [to Natalya] That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. [to Mishkin] It's a lost art!
Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?
Bond
I assumed you had it.
I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...
Bond
Or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.
Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?
Bond
Who had the authorisation codes?
Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
Bond
And what's the penalty for treason?
Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!
Bond
Alec?
Trevelyan
Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the Memorial Wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?
Bond
Why?
Trevelyan
Hilarious question. Particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes, only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
Bond
It was the job we were chosen for.
Trevelyan
Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. [Bond draws his gun] Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
Bond
Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
Trevelyan
Trust. What a quaint idea.
Bond
How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
Trevelyan
Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. 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 went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
Bond
Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
Trevelyan
It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
Bond
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Trevelyan
No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call. [Bond is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond] ...For England, James.
Trevelyan
For England, James?
Bond
No. For me. [lets Trevelyan fall to his death]
Bond
Interesting setup, Alec. You break into the Bank of England via computer and then transfer the money electronically just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any record of the transactions. Ingenious.
Trevelyan
Thank you, James.
Bond
But it still boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief. [Trevelyan glowers at him]
Trevelyan
You always did have a small mind, James. It's not just erasing bank records, it's everything on every computer in Greater London. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43– [looks to the countdown clock, corrects himself] oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age!
Bond
A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, fifty years on.
Trevelyan
Oh please, James, spare me the Freud! I might as well ask if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams of the men you've killed. Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women for all the dead ones you failed to protect. England is about to learn the cost of betrayal, inflation adjusted for 1945.