The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives?
Skyfall (2012) · 34 quotes
The latest thing from Q Branch. It's called a radio.
More lines from James Bond
3 quotesSome men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first.
I always hated this place.
Scenes with James Bond
16 scenesWhere the hell have you been?
Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.
Why didn't you call?
You didn't get the postcard? You should try it sometime. Get away from it all. It really lends perspective.
Ran out of drink where you were, did they?
What was it you said? Take the bloody shot.
I made a judgment call.
You should have trusted me to finish the job.
It was a possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it.
I think you lost your nerve.
What are you expecting? A bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough. We both have.
Maybe too long.
Speak for yourself.
Ronson didn't make it, did he?
No.
So this is it. We're both played out.
If you believed that, why did you come back?
Good question.
Because we're under attack. And you know we need you.
I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say…
Wasted.
All right. Gun?
Shot.
Agent.
Provocateur.
Woman?
Provocatrix.
Heart?
Target.
Bird?
Sky.
M.
Bitch.
Sunlight?
Swim.
Moonlight?
Dance.
Murder.
Employment.
Country.
England.
Skyfall. [Bond says nothing] Skyfall.
Done. [walks out]
This is going well.
I am sorry, but we have met before?
I am the one who should say sorry.
It was only four ribs; some of the less vital organs. Nothing major. [he and Eve walk into a big room of the building.] Not enough excitement in Istanbul?
I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.
Really?
Mm. Something to do with killing 007.
Well, you gave it your best shot.
It was hardly my best shot.
I'm not sure I can survive your best.
Doubt you'll get the chance.
Well, do me a favor, will you. If they do ever let you back out there, warn me first.
I'm assisting Gareth Mallory in the transition and then I'll be back in the field.
It's what you want?
Yes, of course.
It's not for everyone.
Ah, 007. It's this way.
In your defense, a moving target is much harder to hit.
Then you'd better keep moving.
It always makes me feel a little melancholy - a grand old war ship, being ignominiously hauled away to scrap. The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?
A bloody big ship. Excuse me. [rising to leave.]
007. [Bond reacts and sits back down.] I'm your new Quartermaster.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
Your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.
Oh, so why do you need me?
Every now and then, a trigger has to be pulled.
Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pyjamas. [Beat] Q. [offers his hand.]
007.
A gun and a radio. It's not exactly Christmas, is it?
Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don't really go in for that anymore.
Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.
Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
It's not too late. We could turn back now.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
Don't forget my pathetic love of country.
You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman, when all she does is lie to you.
She never lied to me.
No?
No.
What did you score on your marksmanship evaluation?
Seventy.
Forty. Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?
Yes.
No. No. [sighs, reads test results from a laptop] "Medical evaluation: Failed. Physical evaluation: Failed. Psychological evaluation: Alcohol and substance addiction indicated." Ooh! "Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma. Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension from service advised." What is this if not betrayal? She sent you after me, knowing you were not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad. Hmm? [he unbuttons Bond's shirt, inspecting the scar on his shoulder. Winces.] Ooh. See what she's done to you?
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Her loss. [he continues to probe at Bond's chest, suggestively.]
Are you sure this is about M?
It's about her. And you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other… [suggestive look] Or eat everyone else. Ah, you're trying to remember your training now - what's the regulation to cover this? [rests his hands on Bond's legs.] Well, first time for everything, yes?
What makes you think this is my first time?
Oh, Mr. Bond!
If you're through that door, you should be in the Tube.
I'm in the Tube.
Bond, this isn't an escape, this was years in the planning. He wanted us to capture him, he wanted us to access his computer. It was all planned - blowing up HQ, knowing all the emergency protocols, knowing we'd retreat down here.
I got all that. It's what he's got planned next that worries me.
District line is the closest. There should be a service door on your left.
Got it. [he tries the door handle] It won't open.
Of course it will, put your back into it.
Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?! [he tries again.] No, it's stuck. [a rumble is heard, and Bond looks along the tracks] Oh good. There's a train coming.
Hmm. That's vexing.
I'm through.
Told you. We've alerted security. Police are on their way.
[Bond continues to find Silva.]
There's too many people, I can't see him.
Welcome to rush hour on the Tube. Not something you'd know much about.
The train's leaving. Do I get on the train?
Don't get on the train, I'm not sure he's on it. Give us a minute.
Do I get on the train?
Bond?
What?
Get on the train.
He's keen to get home.
Open the door, please!
Open. The door!
Health and Safety. Carry on.
Where are you?
Take a wild guess, Q.
He's in disguise now. He's dressed as a policeman.
Of course he is.
Where's he going? Where's he going?
He's going for M. Tell Tanner - get her out of there.
Well I'm not hiding in there, if that's your brilliant plan.
We're changing vehicles. The problem with company cars is they have trackers.
Well, I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.
Get in.
It's not very comfortable, is it?
You gonna complain all the way?
Oh, go on then, eject me. See if I care.
Where are we going?
Back in time. Somewhere we'll have the advantage.
So who are we supposed to be fighting?
No "we" in it, Kincade. This is not your fight.
Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit. Now remember what I taught you. Don't let it pull to the left.
I'll do my best.
What did you say you did for a living?
I **** this up, didn't I?
No. You did your job. [beat] I read your obituary of me.
And?
Appalling.
Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you an exemplar of British fortitude.
Oh, that bit was alright.
Are you ready?
I was ready before you were born, son.
You're hurt. You're hurt! What have they done to you? What have they done to you? [puts his gun in her hand, and presses it to her head, and rests his head against hers, directly in the path of the gun] Free us both. With the same bullet. Do it. Do it. Only you can do it. Now do it. [he screams as Bond lobs a knife into his back. He turns and glares at Bond, groaning with impotent rage. He kneels onto the floor.]
Last rat standing.
007, what took you so long?
Well, I got into some deep water.
I suppose it's too late to make a run for it?
Well, I'm game if you are.
I did get one thing right.
[M dies. Bond embraces her corpse and Kincade, with despair, takes off his hat.]
You know, we've never been formally introduced.
Oh. Well, my name's Eve... Eve Moneypenny.
I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.
Me, too. I'm sure we'll have one or two close shaves.
So, 007… [gives Bond his next assignment] Lots to be done. Are you ready to get back to work?
With pleasure, M. With pleasure.