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Questioning Analysts' Judgments on Threats
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.
[about Ourumov]
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. Come back alive.
[Bond stops and turns to her]
Personal Motivation Over National Loyalty
Trevelyan
For England, James?
Bond
No. For me.
[lets Trevelyan fall to his death]
The Art of Sinister Interrogation
Official
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? That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art!
[to Natalya; to Mishkin]
Mishkin
Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?
Bond
I assumed you had it.
Mishkin
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.
Mishkin
Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?
Bond
Who had the authorisation codes?
Mishkin
Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
Bond
And what's the penalty for treason?
Natalya
Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!
Shared Passions and Rising to Challenges
Bond
It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway.
Xenia Onatopp
I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat. I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
[sees Bond reveal a losing hand]
Bond
One rises to meet a challenge.
Governments Change, Lies Remain Consistent
M
The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow; they said it was an accident during a routine training exercise.
[about the GoldenEye destruction of Severnaya]
Bond
Governments change. The lies stay the same.
A Casual Exchange Between Bond and Wade
Bond
In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade
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.
Wade
Thank you.
Bond
Like you said, "Drop it".
Wade
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.
Wade
Please, no. Alright, alright, alright.
[Bond shoves his gun into Wade; unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
Bond
Muffy?
Wade
Third wife. Jack Wade, CIA.
[sticks out his hand]
Bond
James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.
[shaking Wade's hand]
M's Response to Tanner's Sarcasm
Bill Tanner
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?
Tanner
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 and Q Discuss Their Activities
Bond
Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
Q
Hunting!
The Cost of Sacrifice and Betrayal
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?
[stunned]
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. Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
[scoffs; Bond draws his gun]
Bond
Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
[slowly lowers weapon]
Trevelyan
Trust. What a quaint idea.
[scoffs]
Bond
How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were ]?
[[w:Lienz Cossacks|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 ]'s ]. But 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.
[[Joseph Stalin|Stalin; [w:NKVD|execution squads]
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.
[gestures to his scars]
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. ...For England, James.
[Bond is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond]
Friendship Turns to Enmity in Conflict
Natalya
He was a friend, Trevelyan?
Bond
Yes.
Natalya
Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?
Bond
In a word, yes.
Natalya
Unless he kills you first?
Bond
Natalya...
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.
Natalya
No. It's what keeps you alone.
Evening Encounter Between Bond and Moneypenny
Bond
Good evening, Moneypenny.
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.
Moneypenny
Thank you, James.
Bond
Out on some kind of professional assignment, dressing to kill?
Moneypenny
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?
Moneypenny
As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
Bond
Hope springs eternal.
Moneypenny
You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
Bond
Really? What's the penalty for that?
Moneypenny
Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.
Betrayal and Choices in Tense Confrontation
Trevelyan
So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.
Bond
Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!
[to Ourumov without looking away at Trevelyan; Ourumov's face changes]
Trevelyan
It's in the past.
Bond
He'll betray you! Just like everyone else.
[murmurs]
Ourumov
Is this true?
Trevelyan
What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
[impatiently]
A Humorous Encounter Among Secret Agents
Shadowy Figure
Don't even breathe. Where are the others?
[points gun at Bond; in Russian; Ни одного выздоха! Где ваши?]
James Bond
I'm alone.
Alec Trevelyan
Aren't we all? 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.
The Consequences of Digital Theft
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 ]. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43, oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the ]!
[[w:Greater London|Greater London; [w:Stone Age|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 ]! 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.
[[Sigmund Freud|Freud]
Luck and Fate in Critical Moments
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.
A Dangerous Game of Survival and Irony
Zukovsky
Another morning shot to hell. Free market economy, I swear it will be the end of me. Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.
[zips up a girl's dress; hears the click of Bond's gun at his head]
Bond
Lucky me.
[Another man aims at Bond's head]
Zukovsky
I think not.
The Might of a Grenade Pen
Q
A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse... another three disarms it.
[clicks it three times; clicks it three times again]
Bond
...How long did you say the fuse was?
[takes pen and quickly clicks it thrice]
Q
Oh, grow up, 007.
[takes the pen and disarms it with a groan]
Bond
They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Q
Thanks to me, they were right. Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us. Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three… Don't say it!
[walks over to a dummy; places the pen in Fred's shirt pocket, arms it, and runs to cover. The resulting explosion obliterates Fred from the waist up. to Bond]
Bond
…the writing's on the wall?
Q
Along with the rest of him!
[snickering]