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Our story begins with the classic 007 opening, except this time it's Pierce Brosnan wearing the tux.
EXT. TOP OF DAM - DAY
A plane does a fly-by over a dam as a security gate slides open. A man in combat black runs across the top of the tall dam. He clips a rope to his ankle and the railing...and jumps off the side. As he sails down, he pulls out a gun-type thing and shoots it. A wire follows attaching in concrete and pulling the man down to....
"Archangel Chemical Weapons Facility, USSR"
Cut to a laser burning through a metal wall, being shot by the man with the gunthing. We see a blue eye, but we haven't seen this guy's face yet.....
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Inside the plant, we cut to the men's room, where we see Russians walking around. Above one of the stalls...
"Man in black's" P.O.V.: a Soviet in uniform sitting on the can, reading a newspaper titled Pravda ("The Truth").
The man in black takes the steel grate out, and we see a silhouette. Soviet's P.O.V. - The newspaper, printed in Russian, duh. He pulls the paper back to reveal.... James Bond. Hanging upside down from a vent. He flashes a grin.
BOND: Beg your pardon, forgot to knock.
007 punches out the Soviet and slips down.
INT. HALLWAY - SAME TIME
Bond slips unnoticed through dim halls, wielding his Walther PPK with a silencer on it. He spots a butcher loading meat onto a cart, and he walks up to an opening where he sees soldiers eating. As he turns away...another dark shadow points a gun at him...and says something.
SHADOW: (Russian) Where have you been? Where are your companions?
BOND: I'm alone.
Alec Trevelyan, 006, steps into the light. He's around Bond's general age and built. Blond with cold eyes...
ALEC: Aren't we all? You're late, 007.
BOND: I had to stop in the bathroom.
ALEC: Ready to save the world again?
BOND: After you, 006.
They remove another steel grate.
ALEC: James, for England.
BOND: For England, Alec.
INT. HALL - DAY
Bond's blue eyes spot someone in the hall. Waiting 'til the coast is clear, he jumps out of the vent in the floor while Alec climbs out. Both men walk down the hall. Alec enters a laboratory with a plate-glass window and shoots the guy inside. Meanwhile, Bond has a device plugged into an ID card slot with a number pad under it. He waits for a click, and the door unlocks. Both men walk inside....
INT. GAS ROOM - DAY
...A room filled with nerve gas tanks.
BOND: It's too easy.
ALEC: Half of everything is luck, James.
Alec turns and plugs the device into the same panel, jamming the door.
BOND: And the other half?
ALEC: Fate!
A red light sounds, signalling the alarm of the plant. The men run down the stairs.
ALEC: Set timers to six minutes!
BOND: Six minutes, check.
A few Soviets burst through a door, and 006 shoots them. Bond starts to arm a little explosive timer. A digital clock pops up...6.00. James and Alec scurry around behind the gas tanks, planting the timers. An ugly-looking Soviet commander, Ourumov, stands behind a plexiglass window.
OURUMOV: FIRE!
Soldiers fire their guns, breaking the window. 006 and 007 are still planting the timers.
ALEC: Closing time, James! Last call!
BOND: Buy me a pint!
The Soviets pour through the opening. Trevelyan fires at them.
OURUMOV (O.S.): I am Colonel Ourumov. Come out with your hands above your heads!
While planting a timer...
BOND: How original.
More Soviets pour through a door.
BOND: Shut the door, Alec! There's a draft!
No answer.
BOND: Alec?
He looks for 006. Alec is kneeling under the gun of Ourumov. Thirty soldiers all have their guns pointed at Bond.
OURUMOV: Move out! Throw down your weapon and walk towards me. Slowly.
ALEC: Finish the job, James! Blow them all to hell!
OURUMOV: You have ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight...
Bond goes back to the detonator he just planted and sets it for 3.00.
OURUMOV: Seven, six, five, four...
Bond throws his weapon on the floor, puts his hands behind his head and approaches Ourumov.
OURUMOV: Three, two...
ALEC: For England, James!
BOOM. Alec is silenced. He flops over. The Soviet soldiers fire their
automatic rifles. Bond retreats behind the tanks again.
OURUMOV: Hold your fire! You'll blow the gas tanks!
They do. Bond recovers his gun.
OURUMOV: This is your last chance! Come out with your hands above your head....
Ourumov's P.O.V.: a dark shadow moves behind a cart with tanks piled on it. The soldiers raise their guns...
OURUMOV: WAIT!
Bond moves slowly with the cart acting as a shield. Ourumov seems amused.... One soldier thinks he can get a shot off... and fires. Bond retreats farther behind the cart. Ourumov turns and shoots the guy in the face... He warned him.
OURUMOV: You can't win.
Yeah, sure. Bond quickly hits the "on" button to a conveyor belt leading outside. He jumps on and fires the assault rifle. The Soviets fire back, but Bond hits the grate to a storage area above their heads. More gas tanks pour out on the Soviets. And Bond tumbles down the conveyor belt onto...
EXT. RUNAWAY - DAY
Bond sees a small plane, his ticket outta here. More soldiers burst through a hangar door, and what's behind door number 2...even more pour out onto the runway. Bond crouches behind some piping and fires, hitting a few. The gun runs out, and he dashes through the snow toward the plane. We hear Ourumov's shouting in the background.
OURUMOV: Hold your fire!
Cut to 1000 yards out: the facility is on a mountain-top. Cliffs, very high up. Back to the action... Bond runs down the plane and drags himself inside, fighting with the pilot. Now there are soldiers chasing Bond on motorcycles. Both 007 and the pilot tumble out of the plane. A motorcycle runs over the pilot, causing the bike to throw its rider. Bond jumps on the bike and chases the runaway plane
OURUMOV: WAIT!
The plane sails off the cliff, and so does the motorcycle with 007 still on it. He flies off the bike and sails to the dive-bombing plane. He grabs the open door and pulls himself inside and into the pilot's seat. Uh-oh! The stick's not working, not responding! Oh crap!
We see Bond's blue eyes start to panic... Then, just in time, the plane soars upward as the chemical weapons facility explodes.
FADE UP ON...
Title Sequence, scored by "GoldenEye" sung by Tina Turner
INT. CAR/EXT. ROAD - DAY
We shoot onto an open road with the rumble of an engine behind us. James' personal choice of car, a silver Aston Martin DB5, license plate BMT 216A. The DB5 swerves around a tight corner at 90 mph. Fade up title...
"Nine Years Later"
Bond, of course, is behind the wheel, and a young woman sits beside him, visibly agitated. Her name is Caroline, but it doesn't come up in the text.
CAROLINE: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast?
BOND: More often than you'd think.
A red Ferrari comes into view in the rear mirror.
CAROLINE: I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl...
James flashes an intoxicating grin...as the Ferrari pulls up beside him. There's a beautiful brunette behind the wheel. James loves this...
CAROLINE: Who's that?
BOND: The next girl.
The Ferrari passes him and plays a little road rash...nearly crashing into an oncoming tractor, spinning out of the way. James is loving every minute. Caroline is now really pissed off...
CAROLINE: James, stop this! Stop it! I know what you're doing...
BOND: Really? What's that, dear?
CAROLINE: You're just trying to show off the size of your...your...
BOND: Engine?
CAROLINE: Ego.
BOND: Here we are having a pleasant drive in the country, and you've got to bring psychology into it.
CAROLINE: Well, I was just sent out here to evaluate you.
BOND: Let's try and put that behind us, shall we?
The DB5 and Ferrari are still doin' 90 around a corner when a pack of cyclists are pedaling up a hill. 007 let's the car pass him...
BOND: Ladies first.
Caroline seems to be praying. The red Ferrari brushes past the first biker, knocking him down, and the rest fall over in succession. Caroline's had enough.
CAROLINE: James, I want you to stop this car!
BOND: Really?
CAROLINE: STOP THIS CAR AT ONCE!
James pulls the brake, and the car screeches to a halt. He puts his arm around her.
BOND: As you can see, I have no problem with female authority.
She flips open a box with two glasses and a bottle of Bollinger champagne in it. She looks pleased for once.
CAROLINE: James, you're incorrigible. What am I going to do with you?
He moves in closer....
BOND: Let's toast your evaluation, shall we?
They kiss...
BOND: A very...thorough...evaluation.
She giggles, they kiss, and we pan up on the skyline of Monte Carlo.
EXT. POSH PARTY - NIGHT
The Astor Martin DB5 drives up to an elegant-looking hotel, with a parking valet.
VALET: (French) Good evening, Mr. Bond. Nice to see you tonight.
BOND: (French) Good evening, Pierre. How are things?
Valet: (French) Very good, and you?
Bond steps out of the DB5, looking dashing as usual in a tailored tuxedo, his black hair combed back. He spots the red Ferrari, parked. He enters the casino.
INT. HOTEL/CASINO - NIGHT
Bond enters a ritzy lobby and nears a baccarat table. The dealer and a couple of people sit around playing.
DEALER: Sept à la banque. Ma'dam wins.
We pan up on the driver of the expensive Italian sports car, who wears a black dress. Her name is Xenia Onatopp.
DEALER: Mademoiselle? Monsieurs. Ladies and Gentlemen? Players.
Bond sits down at the table as Xenia is lighting up a cigar.
BOND: Banko.
They proceed to play the game.
BOND: It appears we share the same passions. Well, three anyway.
XENIA: I count two. Motoring and... Uh... Baccarat.
She shows the cards
DEALER: Huit à la banque.
Bond shows his cards.
DEALER: Seven. Ma'dam wins.
XENIA: I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
BOND: One rises to meet a challenge.
They place their bets.
XENIA: Doubler.
BOND: Suivi.
The dealer nods his head and passes cards. Bond looks at them.
BOND: Carte.
Xenia shows her cards.
DEALER: Ma'dam stands with five.
Bond shows his cards.
DEALER: Six. Ma'dam loses.
Xenia is obviously mad.
XENIA: (Russian) Dammit! (English) Enjoy it. While it lasts.
BOND: The very words I live by.
She gets up from the table. James follows.
BOND: And what words do you live by?
XENIA: The trick is to quit while you're still ahead.
BOND: That's one trick I never learned.
He signals for a waiter to come over.
BOND: Perhaps you'll show me how it's done.
The waiter approaches them. Here we go, folks....
BOND: Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred. And for you?
XENIA: The same.
Bond is entranced.
BOND: How do you take it?
XENIA: Straight up. With a twist.
The waiter scurries away. Xenia fingers her cigar. So, she likes to play...
XENIA: Thank you, Mr....
BOND: The name's Bond. James Bond.
XENIA: Xenia Zargeneva Onatopp.
BOND: Onatopp?
XENIA: Onatopp.
BOND: Your accent, Georgian?
XENIA: Very good, Mr. Bond. You've been to Russia?
BOND: Not recently, I used to drop in occasionally. Shoot in and out.
XENIA: It's very different now. The land of opportunity.
BOND: With a new Ferrari in every garage?
XENIA: No, not quite. That belongs to a friend.
BOND: A tip for your friend: the French registration plates for this year's models start with the letter 'L'. Even the counterfeit ones.
Xenia is startled.
XENIA: Oh, and what rank do you hold with the Motor Vehicles Department, Mr. Bond?
BOND: Commander.
Now, a man steps up to Xenia. He's a bald dude with a red beard. Looks like a Canadian Admiral.
ADMIRAL: Should we go?
XENIA: This one is an Admiral.
BOND: I like a woman who enjoys pulling rank.
XENIA: Nice to meet you, Mr. Bond.
She sounds really annoyed, and she storms away with the Canadian. Bond watches her.
BOND: The pleasure, I'm sure, was all mine.
EXT. AMPHITHEATRE - NIGHT
People are gathered on stone benches in an open amphitheatre watching two ladies perform an act. One woman hands a rose to another girl dressed as a porcelain doll. The lady proceeds to control the "doll" as she walks like a puppet over to a man in the audience. He takes it, and the audience claps.
Meanwhile, Bond walks up the stone stairs to the top of the theatre, overlooking the water. Bond's P.O.V. - the Ferrari pulls up, and Xenia and the Admiral get out. Bond takes out a camera-thing from his pocket, and zooming in, he takes a picture of Xenia and the Canadian boarding a motorboat to take her to a yacht. Bond takes a picture of the boat - 'Manticore'- and walks back to his DB5.
EXT. DB5 / INT. DB5 - NIGHT
Before Bond gets into his car, he notices a very sophisticated, stealthy helicopter perched on top of a battleship. He gets in the car and pushes a button on the stereo. A piece of paper with the info on the pictures he just took. A voice starts...it's Moneypenny. Bond looks at the pictures.
MONEYPENNY: (V.O.) Transmission begins from Monypenny. Identification confirmed. Onatopp, Xenia. Ex-Soviet fighter pilot. Current suspected links to the Janus crime syndicate, St. Petersburg. Yacht Manticore is leased to a known Janus corporate front. M authorizes you to observe Miss Onatopp but stipulates no... contact... without prior approval. End transmission, Moneypenny. Good night, James. I
Bond smirks. He knows exactly what she means. So do we....
INT. YACHT MANTICORE - NIGHT
Xenia literally JUMPS on the Admiral. She's in some black lingerie. They kiss ferociously, and she bites him. Then she whispers something, flips him over and crushes his rib cage with her legs. The Admiral's in a lot of PAIN.
ADMIRAL: Xenia! I can't BREATHE!
Xenia grins and squeezes harder. A hand reaches into the Admiral's coat, which is draped over a chair, and pulls out his Department of Defence ID card.
EXT. BAY - DAY
A motorboat speeds through the water.
EXT. YACHT MANTICORE - DAY
Bond waits for a man in a striped shirt to pass before he jumps up onto the deck of the yacht. He walks toward a sliding glass door, opens it and enters.
INT. YACHT MANTICORE - DAY
Furnished with leather furniture, Bond makes his way to a window where he sees the motorboat speeding to the battleship with the chopper on the deck. He looks down into a brass doorknob and sees the reflection of the guy in the striped shirt coming at him. Bond spins around with a towel and knocks him down, then throws him down the stairs by wrapping the towel around his head. 007 wipes his face w
15 - Ext. Battleship - Day
Across the bay, cars let off Naval, Army and Air Force Officers of different countries, as well as their escorts. A gloved hand shows the Admiral's ID card for the Department of National Defence. We're pretty sure it isn't the Admiral... A band plays, officers mill around. The Captain salutes the "Admiral".
CAPTAIN: My respects, Admiral.
The officer kisses the hand of Xenia, who is standing beside the "Admiral".
CAPTAIN: Delighted to have you aboard, mademoiselle.
An emcee starts to talk.
M.C.: Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats on the upper deck for the demonstration of the aircraft.
INT. YACHT - DAY
Bond is still looking around the boat, this time with the Walther drawn. He bursts through a door and looks in a cabinet. He's in a bedroom now. James opens the closet door and... The dead body of Admiral Chuck Farrel falls stiffly to the floor, naked. Bond is a little stunned...
EXT. YACHT - DAY
Bond hops into a motorboat docked beside the yacht. He starts it up and drives toward the warship.
EXT. BATTLESHIP - DAY
We see the chopper up close now...jeez! Air-to-air missiles, heat-seekers, guns up the wazoo... The whole nine yards.
M.C.: What you are about to see in operation is Europe's answer to the electronic battlefield. The first working prototype of the Tiger helicopter. Uniquely maneuverable, the Tiger not only uses stealth technology, it is the only helicopter to be hardened against all forms of electronic interference, radio jamming and electromagnetic radiation.
INT. HALL - DAY
Two pilots in blue flight suits, clutching helmets, make their way outside to the chopper. They are stopped by Xenia, wearing a revealing dress. She whistles to get their attention. The pilots turn. She speaks seductively...
XENIA: Shh. I have a small surprise from your friends back at the barracks.
One pilot turns to the other and grins.
PILOT: I think I've gone to Heaven!
XENIA: Not yet.
She whips out a pistol and shoots both of them. Xenia is shown next wearing one of the blue flight suits and the helmet with the visor down.
20 - Ext. Landing Pad - Day
M.C. (O.S.): Now let's welcome the pilots...Lt. Commander Bernard Jobert and Lt. Francois Bruse.
The "pilots" wave and board the helicopter. Bond is now on the warship RUNNING toward the Tiger, but he is pushed against the wall by 2 burly guards. They all watch the Tiger take off. Fade out....
EXT. NORTHEN RUSSIA - EVENING
A dog team runs through the snow near... Fade up title... "SPACE Weapons Control Centre, Severnaya, Russia." A desolate area, wind blowing snow around a building with a HUGE satellite dish on top of it.
INT. WEAPONS CENTRE - EVENING
A bunch of monitors, computers, electronic map of the world occupy the area. We hear a voice...
WOMAN (O.S.): Select MIR. Autographic projection.
We pan to the right to reveal Natalya Simonova, a beautiful computer programmer, seated at a computer with postcards of a tropical beach taped to the side.
NATALYA: Compute possible intercept with second stage geo-set two.
Whatever that means. We show the monitor. Up pops a window, "Enter Password," along with a graphic of a woman in a bikini. Natalya sighs and looks at a guy in a chair, playing with a pen like an idiot. Leather jacket, greasy hair, wire-rim glasses. This program was obviously designed by this dude. Natalya looks to the woman behind her.
NATALYA: Anna.
Anna looks up from her monitor and is obviously disgusted.
ANNA: He wouldn't know a woman if one came up and sat on his head!
Natalya laughs.
NATALYA: Bor-ris!
Boris is still playing with the pen.
NATALYA: BORIS!
BORIS: What?
She signals to her monitor.
BORIS: I thought I'd post it on the Internet, no?
NATALYA: What's the password?
BORIS: I made it easy this time. Even you should be able to break it, borsht-for-brains. Alright, alright, I'll give you a hint. They're right in front of you, and can open very large doors.
She types in "Knockers".
NATALYA: You're such a geek.
We hear an alarm. They turn to Boris' computer.
BORIS: Yes, I'm in
He rolls over to his P.C. and grins.
NATALYA: You've hacked into the U.S. Department of Justice. You know what will happen if they trace it here?
BORIS: The Chief of Computers will call me a genius, move me to Moscow, and give me a million bucks hard currency. I think not. Besides, the Americans are slugheads; they'll never detect me.
Up pops a window, "Unauthorized Access Detected".
NATALYA: You're saying, slughead.
BORIS: Nobody screws with Boris Grishenko.
He types something and up pops a window "Send Spike".
BORIS: Spiked them!
NATALYA: Come on, Boris...
BORIS: No way! I spiked them
"Initiate Search Program. Enter Password".
NATALYA: Alright, what's the password?
BORIS: I'm not going to tell you.
NATALYA: Okay, let me guess. It's not in front of me?
Boris shakes his head.
BORIS: You sit on it, but you can't take it with you.
Boris types in five characters. A map pops up on-screen. A red line connects cities.
BORIS: My program seizes the phone line of whoever's tracing me and jams their modem so they get hung up. Now the hunted becomes the hunter.
An F.B.I. screen pops up.
BORIS: Whoo!
He types....
BORIS: "Better luck next time, Slugheads." BAM, GONE, I am invincible!"
Boris leaps up triumphantly with his arms in the air. Other technicians just look at him. He turns to Natalya.
BORIS: Was it good for you, too?
She's annoyed with him.
NATALYA: I'm getting some coffee.
She walks away.
BORIS: I'm going for a cigarette.
EXT. FACILITY - EVENING
A sliding door opens, and Boris is outside with a parka on. Buurrr! Cold! He bites a beat-up cigarette and lights a Zippo. The lighter blows out, and Boris looks up and sees... The Tiger helicopter, fighting the wind, landed in the snow. The cockpit opens, and Xenia and Ourumov jump out.
INT. SEVERNAYA KITCHEN - EVENING
Natalya is getting a cup of coffee.
INT. HALLWAY - EVENING
Xenia and Ourumov walk down a hallway and stop at a little box on the wall: a voice-identification system.
OURUMOV: General Akadi Gregorovich Ourumov, head of SPACE Division.
A door opens. Xenia and Ourumov enter...
INT. SEVERNAYA CONTROL ROOM - EVENING
A soldier hurries to address the General. He salutes.
MAJOR: General, if I'd known...
OURUMOV: You'd have been ready. This is an unscheduled test of the Severnaya facility, Major. War simulation. We are going to test via GoldenEye. Report the status.
MAJOR: Two operational satellites, Sir. Petya and Mischa. Both in a 90-minute Earth orbit at 100 kilometres.
OURUMOV: Good.
He takes out an authority card.
OURUMOV: Here is the authorization code. Now the GoldenEye and today's access numbers for satellite Petya, please.
He looks at his watch.
OURUMOV: I am timing you.
The Major scurries away, slides the card through a slot and presses his hand on an ID pad. The metal wall opens...revealing a square disk with a large golden crystal in the center: The GoldenEye. The Major takes the GoldenEye and two keys from its safe and hands them to the General.
OURUMOV: Good. Thank you, Major.
Natalya notices something is going on from her position in the kitchen. Xenia cocks an automatic rifle and shoots every technician in the room. She is visibly enjoying herself. Natalya is still in the kitchen, scared to death.
Bodies of her co-workers lay everywhere. Ourumov walks toward a large control panel and slides the GoldenEye into a slot, and hands a key to Xenia. They slide the keys in...
OURUMOV: On my count... Three, two... One!
They turn the keys at the same time. It activates the electronic map on the wall.
OURUMOV: Set target. Severnaya.
Xenia types in something. Russia lights up in red.
OURUMOV: Arm the weapon.
She types once again. Ourumov flips a plastic cover and twists the red dial inside.
SPACE
A satellite in orbit breaks off its protective cover. CCCP is printed on the side.
INT. CONTROL ROOM - EVENING
Xenia types in a firing code.
SPACE
The satellite spreads its thrusters.
INT. CONTROL ROOM - EVENING
An alarm sounds, "Weapon Armed". They hear a noise, and Natalya runs back into the kitchen.
OURUMOV: Check it.
Xenia grabs her gun and runs down to a person who managed to send a distress signal. She shoots him again.
INT. KITCHEN - EVENING
Natalya notices a vent in the ceiling. Maybe she can escape that way....
INT. CONTROL ROOM - EVENING
OURUMOV: Their best response time is 19 minutes. They'll be late.
EXT. RUSSIAN AIR BASE - EVENING
Three pilots sprint to their aircraft while an alarm sounds.
INT. CONTROL ROOM - EVENING
Xenia decides to check the kitchen. She notices some spilled coffee. She bends down and touches it, still hot. She spots the open vent in the ceiling and fires at it. Meanwhile, Ourumov secures the GoldenEye and keys inside a briefcase. Both walk out.
XENIA: It's clean. I had to ventilate someone.
We see a digital timer counting down.
SPACE
The satellite moves into position.
EXT. FACILITY - EVENING
Xenia and the General load into the chopper and take off.
EXT. AIR BASE - EVENING
The three MiGs take off.
EXT. MI6 BUILDING - NIGHT
We see the MI6 building as a double-decker bus passes.
INT. MONEYPENNY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Bond makes his way to Miss Moneypenny's office. She's inside wearing an elegant black dress. James loves this.
BOND: Good evening, Moneypenny.
She looks up and sees James standing in the doorway.
MONEYPENNY: Good evening, James. M will meet you in the situation room. I'm to take you straight in.
She walks past him. He watches.
BOND: I've never seen you after hours, Moneypenny, lovely.
MONEYPENNY: Thank you, James.
BOND: Out on some professional assignment? Dressing to kill?
They start to walk down a hall.
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.
She presses a few buttons.
BOND: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. What would I ever do without you?
MONEYPENNY: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
The elevator stops, and they step out. Bond moves in closer.
BOND: Hope, spring is 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 innuendoes.
Another door slides open. James keeps staring at her.
BOND: After you, Moneypenny.
MONEYPENNY: No, I insist. You first.
Bond walks through the door into...
INT. SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT
Common "Situation Room". Satellite photo on the wall, computers, monitors everywhere. Bill Tanner approaches Bond.
TANNER: Good Evening, Mr. Bond.
BOND: Tanner, What's up?
TANNER: Sixteen minutes ago, we intercepted a distress call from a supposedly abandoned radar station at Severnaya. Look what the satellite picked up.
We see a satellite photo on a computer monitor. Pictured is what looks like a bird's-eye view of a helicopter. They zoom in on the image.
TANNER (O.S.): We found a match. You're missing Tiger.
The computer does a scan of the aircraft.
BOND (O.S.): In the middle of northern Russia.
TANNER: Seems like your hunch was right, 007. Too bad the evil queen of numbers won't let you play it.
Bond clears his throat, signalling that she's right behind him. Tanner cringes and turns around slowly. There's M. A woman with short gray hair, face as hard as stone and a disposition to match.
M: You were saying?
TANNER: No, I was just...uh...
M: Good, because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much. (Pause) Good evening, 007.
BOND: Good evening, M.
M: The Prime Minister's waiting for an update. Proceed with your briefing,
Mr. Tanner.
TANNER: Thank you. After the distress signal, your helicopter took off, and the Russians scrambled these three MiGs here to intercept it.
He walks to the satellite photo on the wall.
BOND (O.S.): What do you think the Russians were using the base for?
TANNER: Well, at one point, we suspected that Severnaya might be the ground station for a secret space-based weapon system called GoldenEye, but...
M: Our statistical analysis saw they had neither the finance or technology to implement it.
BOND: Numbers were never my strong suit.
M just stares at him.
BOND: Are these pictures live?
Tanner starts to say something when...
M: Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.
EXT. RUSSIAN SKY - NIGHT
The three MiGs soar through the sky at Mach 2.
INT. SEVERNAYA KITCHEN - NIGHT
We see a cabinet door open, and a pair of eyes peek out. Natalya crawls out.
EXT. RUSSIAN SKY - NIGHT
The MiGs do a fly-by of the Severnaya facility.
MiG Pilot: Negative, so far. Everything seems normal.
INT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
Natalya stands among the bodies of her late co-workers. An alarm sounds. "Time to target... Three, two, one..." Oh crap.
SPACE
The satellite gives off a blinding light, and a pulse surges.
EXT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
A surge ripples through the ground, and the dish begins to short-circuit.
INT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
Electrical explosions fill the room, and Natalya runs and dives under a metal staircase.
INT. MI6 SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT
The satellite picture on the wall fizzles out. Nothing but static.
TANNER: What the bloody hell was that?
M is in deep thought.
EXT. RUSSIAN SKY - NIGHT
The MiGs start to short-circuit, all the controls go haywire, and the pilot screams. The jet goes down, and two explode in mid-air. The third is still careening toward the dish. It crashes into it and explodes.
INT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
A pipe breaks right next to Natalya's head. She leaps up from her hiding place, screaming. She trips over a body and falls. Above her, the rig holding up a bunch of TV monitors comes crashing down, and stops just before crushing her.
EXT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
The dish is still exploding....
INT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
Natalya covers up Anna with a cloth. She's crying now as she walks to the little voice ID box in the hallway.
NATALYA: Natalya Fiodorovna Simonova.
The bars don't move, duh, the box is obviously busted.
NATALYA: NATALYA FIODOROVNA SIMONOVA!
She hears a creak above her. She looks up and walks away. The dish comes CRASHING down, through the roof! Natalya's really scared now... But...
EXT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
Natalya climbs out of the newly revealed exit. From afar, we see her, surrounded by fire.
NATALYA: Boris? Boris!
INT. MI6 SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT
Tanner's on the phone.
TANNER: Thanks.
He hangs up.
TANNER: Our satellite's knocked out. So are two of the Americans'. We have another coming into range...now.
The satellite picture on the wall comes back on.
TANNER: Good God. Two of the MiGs are down...
They look at a monitor.
M: And it looks like the third went into the dish.
M turns to Bond, who is still studying the wall.
M: What do you think?
BOND: No lights. Not one single electric light on a thirty-mile radius. (Pause) EMP?
TANNER: Would account for the MiGs and the satellite.
BOND: And the blackout.
Tanner turns to M.
TANNER: Electro-Magnetic Pulse. First strike satellite weapon developed by the...uh..
M: The Americans and Soviets during the Cold War. I read the brief. Discovered after Hiroshima. Setting off a nuclear device in the upper atmosphere creates a pulse, a radiation surge that destroys everything with an electronic circuit.
TANNER: The idea being to knock out the enemy's communication before he, she, or they could retaliate.
M: So, GoldenEye exists.
BOND: Yes.
M: Could this be an accident?
BOND: No. The helicopter. If you wanted to steal the GoldenEye, it's the perfect getaway vehicle. Setting off the blast was the ideal way to wipe out any trace of the crime.
M: The Janus Group?
BOND: They may have been involved with the helicopter.
He moves to a computer.
BOND: I know the Russian fail-safe systems. You just can't walk in and ask for the keys to the bomb. You need the access codes.
On the computer, James zooms in on a small white object, moving. It appears to be a person. (It's Natalya)
BOND (O.S.): There had to be an insider.
He looks closer at the monitor.
BOND: And at least one person probably knows who it is.
EXT. SEVERNAYA - NIGHT
Natalya falls into the snow. She hears sled dogs, she runs toward them. We see a dog team.
INT. M'S OFFICE - NIGHT
M is on the phone.
M: Very well, Sir. Thank you, good night.
She hangs up and turns to Bond.
M: The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow. They're saying it was an accident during a routine training exercise.
007 is seated in a chair, hands folded neatly
BOND: Governments change. The lies stay the same.
M walks around from behind her desk.
M: What else do we know about the Janus Syndicate?
BOND: Top-flight arms dealers headquartered in St. Petersburg. First outfit to reach north the Iraqis during the Gulf War. Their head man in unreliably described, with no photographs. The woman, Onatopp, is our only confirmed contact.
M: Would you care for a drink?
BOND: Um... Thank you. Your predecessor kept some Cognac in the top drawer…
M: I prefer Bourbon.
She pours the drinks.
M: Ice?
BOND: Yes.
She hands a glass to him.
M: We pulled the files on anyone who might have had access or authority at Severnaya. The top name on our list is a friend of yours, I understand...
She sits at her desk and presses a button. A screen in the back of her appears with Ourumov's ugly face on it.
BOND: Ourumov. They made him a general.
M: He sees himself as the next 'I' man in Russia. Which is why our political analysts rule him out. He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.
Bond is a little annoyed...
BOND: Are these the same analysts who said 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 members 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, appeal to the young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
Bond takes a sip of his drink.
BOND: Point taken.
M: Not quite, 007.
She's got his attention.
M: 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 have no compunction about sending you to your death. But I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude toward life.
She leans forward on her desk...
M: 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: (Mumbles) Never.
He finishes his drink and gets up. He's had enough of this...
M (O.S.): Bond.
James turns. M smirks.
M: Come back alive.
EXT. ST PETERSBURG SQUARE - DAY
A band plays in a square outside The Winter Palace, the residence of the Russian Czar until 1918.
INT. BUILDING - DAY
Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin watches the band marching from a window. A serious-looking dude with a gotee. He glances at his watch, then retreats to a table with a board of councillors seated. There's a knock at the door. Gen. Ourumov enters and removes his hat.
MISHKIN: Good morning, General Ourumov.
OURUMOV: Defence Minister Mishkin, Gentlemen.
MISHKIN: Please, deliver your report.
OURUMOV: As this council is aware, 72 hours ago, a secret weapons program codename GoldenEye was detonated over Severnaya. As head of the SPACE Division, I personally undertook the investigation. I have concluded this crime was committed by Siberian separatists, seeking to create political unrest. Incredibly, the peaceful work and much-needed hard currency earnings of Severnaya have been set back
The council makes some noise, shaking their heads "Niet" "No".
MISHKIN: It seems the council does not want your head, Akadi Gregorovich, merely your loyal assurance that there are no other GoldenEye satellites.
OURUMOV: I can't give you that assurance, Defence Minister.
MISHKIN: And what of the two missing Severnaya technicians?
Ourumov freezes. Two? Where did two come from?
OURUMOV: I was aware only of the one. Boris Grishenko.
Mishkin glances at a paper...
MISHKIN: There was a girl, also, whose body was not among the dead. Natalya Fivoriva Simonova, a level-two programmer.
OURUMOV: I will investigate immediately, Defence Minister.
MISHKIN: It would seem presumptuous, General, to blame this incident on Siberian separatists before the whereabouts of your own people are determined.
The Council looks like a bunch of statues.
MISHKIN: Do you agree?
OURUMOV: YES, Defence Minister. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
MISHKIN: That will be all.
The General snaps to attention and puts his hat back on, then exits.
INT. Q BRANCH - DAY, I THINK...
Bond makes his way to Q's test lab. The room is full of technicians working on all sorts of gadgets. Q himself wheels up in a wheelchair with a cast on his left leg.
BOND: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
A rocket fires from the cast, exploding in a bright flash.
Q: Hunting!
Across the room, a parachute discharges from a BMW. Q and 007 walk toward the car.
Q: Right! Now pay attention, 007. First, your new car. BMW. Agile five-forward gears, all points radar. Self-destruct system, and naturally, all the usual refinements.
As Q talks, James opens the car door. Blue BMW Z3 Roadster convertible. James proceeds to bug the technician working on the car. He is, of course, not listening to Q.
Q: Now this, I'm particularly proud of: behind the headlights - Stinger missiles.
Bond is now listening...
BOND: Excellent! Just the thing for unwinding after a rough day at the office.
Q: Need I remind you, 007, that you have a license to kill - NOT to break the traffic laws.
BOND: I wouldn't think of it.
Q: Good! Right, let's get on to more practical methods.
They walk to a table. Bond disappears off-screen. Q picks up a belt.
Q: A typical leather belt. Male size 34, buckle - notch.
We see Bond now, he's playing with a laptop, not listening as usual.
Q: Are you finished?
James quickly closes the laptop, pauses...
BOND: Yes.
Q: Good! A typical leather belt...
BOND: Q I'm familiar with that device.
Q: Not one with a 75-foot repelling cord built into the buckle. Fire, and out shoots a pitot followed by a high tensile wire designed to support your weight.
BOND: I see. And what if I need additional support?
Q: It's tested for one, 007.
Behind them, a guy in a white lab coat enters a fake phone booth. An airbag thing inflates, trapping the guy inside. Bond and Q couldn't care less. Q picks up an envelope Bond has been carrying with him. An X-ray of the envelope appears on a monitor. Looks like a plane ticket. British Airways.
Q: Flight 878 to St. Petersburg.
Q taps a mirrored table.
Q: X-ray document scanner.
He takes out a 'clickey pen' (Ya know the kind you have to click to use).
Q: A pen. This is a class-4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse, another three disarms it.
As he talks, Q demonstrates the clicks. Bond grabs the pen and clicks it three times.
BOND: How long did you say the fuse was?
Q grabs it back and disarms it.
Q: Oh, grow up, 007.
BOND: Who said the pen was mightier than the sword?
Q: Thanks to me, they were right!
Q walks toward a test dummy while the man stuck in the telephone booth is being wheeled away.
Q: Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us.
He clips the pen in "Fred's" pocket as the guy trapped in the phone booth is wheeled away.
Q: Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred...
Q clicks the pen three times.
Q: One... Two... Three!
He cowers with his hands over his ears while James looks on. Fred explodes – of course, his top half scattered around the room.
Q: Don't say it!
BOND: The writing's on the wall?
Q: Along with the rest of him.
Bond smirks. Never a dull moment.
Q: Now, 007 do try and...
Q is interrupted by a technician being launched across the room by a blast of air.
Nothing interesting to these guys. Bond picks up a sub sandwich and begins to inspect it, looking for knives to shoot from it or something.
Q: Do try and return some of this equipment in pristine order...
Q notices what James is doing.
Q: Don't touch that!
James is scared as Q grabs the sub.
Q: That's my lunch!
60 - Ext. Runway - Day
A British Airways jet touches down on the runway in St. Petersburg, Russia.
EXT. AIRPORT EXIT - DAY
Bond walks from the terminal and spots the guy he's looking for. Big dude with a stupid fur hat and a trench coat. Name's Jack Wade, 007's CIA counterpart. Bond approaches him and ventures into casual conversation, otherwise known as code, to establish an alliance.
BOND: In London, April's a spring month.
WADE: Aw, yeah? And who are you, the weatherman? And fer cryin' out loud! Another stiff-ass Brit! Yer secret codes and yer passwords. One of these days, you guys're gonna learn to drop it. Come on, my car's over there.
Bond is a little annoyed. They cross the street to a little blue...um...car-box thing. Bond opens a door.
BOND: After you.
WADE: Thank you.
James whips out his Walther, jamming it into Wade's chest.
BOND: Like you said... Drop it!
WADE: Alright, in London April's a spring month, where's in St. Petersburg we're freezin' our butts off. Now is that close enough for government work?
BOND: No! Show me the rose.
WADE: Please, no.
Bond slams the gun harder.
WADE: Alright! Alright! Alright!
Wade partially drops his pants, showing a tattoo of a rose with the word 'Muffy' above it.
BOND: Muffy?
WADE: Third wife. Jack Wade. CIA.
BOND: James Bond. Stiff-ass Brit.
WADE: That's a nice move...
BOND: Nice car.
WADE: Well, she hasn't let me down yet. She's like a little bitch, but she gets ya there. (Pause) Hey Bond. Ya do any gardening?
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY
Natalya appears to be getting off a train, and looks behind her back like she's being followed. She only sees two Russian soldiers.
EXT. PLAZA - DAY
The little blue box that Wade calls a car is sitting in the middle of a square with smoke coming from the engine (In the trunk, ya know, like old VW Beetles). Wade's trying to fix it. We move in closer...
WADE: Can ya hand me that wrench, Jimmy?
James picks up a wrench and hands it to Wade.
BOND: So what do you know about Janus?
WADE: Zilch. No one's ever seen him. But the man's connected up the gazoo. KGB, military. Screwdriver.
James picks up a screwdriver from the pile of tools.
WADE: Rumour has it, he lives on one of those old Soviet missile trains. That armoured stuff they used to run around the country, so we couldn't target'em.
Wade stands up.
WADE: Ya wanna hand me that hammer, Jimbo?
Bond picks up a hammer. Wait... "Jimbo"?
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