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THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH 1999 script

BOND 19

GUN BARREL LOGO OPENS ON

GENEVA SWITZERLAND, an unnaturally clean city that melds old
Europe with new money of both dubious and legitimate source.

INT. HALLWAY OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

An engraved brass plaque announcing the name of the “private
banking institute” within.

INT. PENTHOUSE BANK OFFICE - GENEVA - DAY

JAMES BOND, dressed impeccably as ever, is being FRISKED by
three THUGS in Armani suits. They remove A GUN from inside
his jacket, a well-concealed knife, a metal case, laying them
on the desk that separates Bond and...

LACHAISE...an extremely well-groomed gentleman. Behind him,
three floor-to-ceiling windows lead out to a rooftop garden.

LACHAISE
Not the usual Swiss procedure, Mr. Bond,
but you understand, a man in my
position..

BOND
Which is neutral, no doubt.

Lachaise takes the joke a little tight-lipped. Gestures for
Bond to sit.

A GIRL ENTERS, a gorgeous Swiss bombshell in a pin-striped
suit. She pushes a cart. On it are a BRIEFCASE and a box of
EXPENSIVE CIGARS, which she offers to Lachaise and Bond.

LACHAISE
It wasn’t easy, but I retrieved the
money. No doubt Sir Robert will be
pleased to see it again.

The efficient Cigar Girl brings the briefcase to Bond,
setting it in his lap and opening it up...inside is a good
deal of CASH in pound sterling.

LACHAISE
In the current exchange rate, minus the
fees, of course, and certain
unforeseeable expenses. Here is the
receipt...

The CIGAR GIRL offers Bond a RECEIPT...

CIGAR GIRL
Would you like to check my figures?

BOND
Perhaps later.

She steps back. Bond reaches for the metal case on the
desk...the THUGS TENSE...

BOND
My glasses.

Lachaise nods. Bond can have his glasses.

He puts them on, gives a cursory look at the receipt...an odd
number in pound sterling, calculated down to the penny:

3,030,303.03.

LACHAISE
It’s all there.

Bond folds the receipt, slips it into his WALLET...then, he
removes the glasses, slowly, deliberately, eyeing Lachaise.

BOND
I didn’t come for the money. The report
you sold him was stolen from an MI-6
agent, who was killed for it.

He takes a photo from his jacket and lays it on the desk.

LACHAISE
I did not get the report from an MI-6
agent.

BOND
Who did you get it from?

LACHAISE
I am just a middle man. I am doing the
honourable thing and returning the money
to its rightful owner...

BOND
And we know how difficult that can be for
the Swiss.

LACHAISE
(controlled fury)
Your last chance. Take the money.

BOND
Your last chance. Give me the name.

LACHAISE
Stripped of all your weaponry, you still
threaten me?

He nods. An Armani thug steps up and takes out a gun...

BOND
Perhaps you failed to take into account
my...hidden assets.

Bond’s mouth edges into a smile. A flicker of doubt on
Lachaise’s face -- as Bond’s finger finds a protrusion on the
tiny arm of his glasses and...

KABOOM! The pistol on the table FLASHES...blinding those
around, they cover their eyes, stagger back...it is a brief
effect, just enough to disorient the thugs and give Bond his
opening...

He KARATE-CHOPS HENCHMAN #1 unconscious, taking his gun.
Kicks HENCHMEN #2 in the face and throws #3 OUT THE WINDOW
just as they’re getting their bearings. Now he nestles the
barrel of his borrowed hand gun into the hollow of Lachaise’s
cheek.

BOND
The name?

LACHAISE
I can’t tell you...
(Bond cocks the gun)
Alright, alright! But you must protect
me!

And he freezes. The handle of a THROWING KNIFE is sticking
out of his neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.

Bond rushes to the window...

EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - GENEVA - DAY

She swings on a WIRE across to another roof, quickly
disappearing into shadows.

Bond can hear sirens approaching. He returns to...

THE OFFICE...he grabs the money and moves fast for the door,
casually slipping that cigar into his pocket...

Except Henchman #1 has recovered, blocks his way, gun in
hand. He starts to squeeze the trigger -- when a RED DOT
appears on his chest...another window SHATTERS as a bullet
zings through and pierces the henchman in the heart.

Bond looks back once at the shattered window, then heads out.

INT. BANK - GENEVA - DAY

Bond appears on the top floor of the grand old building, by
the elevator. Looks over the balcony, sees figures on the
stairs. Hears the elevator cage start from below.

Thinking fast, he wrenches open the steel gate, leans into
the lift shaft, watches the elevator COUNTERWEIGHT as it
comes down. Almost nonchalant, he steps out...

INT. STAIRWELL/ELEVATOR SHAFT - DAY

As the cageful of police rises, Bond is now standing on the
counterweight, DESCENDING.

EXT. STREET - GENEVA

Lunchtime. Faceless business crowds heading for their brief
moment of freedom, among them we spot BOND...one of them,
with a briefcase and a suit and tie...HOLD on his face,
troubled.

INT. HOTEL - GENEVA - DAY

The Cigar Girl enters a huge, high-ceilinged room. Edgy, she
approaches a BIG MAN standing on a balcony overlooking the
city. Propped against the doorframe, an assassin’s RIFLE
with LASER-SIGHT attached. BINOCULARS are on a tripod,
trained on the rooftop below where we can see cops examining
the shattered office windows.

The man turns. Powerful, deadly, with a military haircut.
There is a raised, red scar of an ENTRY WOUND at his temple.
It throbs and shifts with the slightest facial expression,
like an insect living just beneath his skin. One EYE seems
slightly drooping, deadened. The other eye is sharp and black
as anthracite. It is a frightening face. This is RENARD.

RENARD
What’s his name? Our friend from MI-6?

CIGAR GIRL
James Bond.

RENARD
One of M’s more accomplished tin
soldiers.

CIGAR GIRL
He could identify me.

RENARD
If it concerns you...kill him.

He touches her cheek and moves into the room, pouring two
glasses of wine.

RENARD
Let’s toast this James Bond. We’re in
his hands now...

CUT TO:

EXT. RIVER THAMES - LONDON - DAY

A SEAPLANE swoops over the Millennium Dome, banks along the
snaking river.

EXT. MI-6 - LONDON - DAY

Tate Gallery in background, the seaplane moors beneath the
vast stepped cake that is MI-6. Bond exits with the
suitcase.

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - DAY

CAMERA MOVES with Bond as he enters this secret, hi-tech
world. He passes through countless security procedures,
watched by an attentive staff.

Bond scoops the money out of the suitcase. Three million
sterling in tightly bundled hundreds makes quite a sight. He
flicks his finger through the last wad, tosses it down
wistfully. A blue light scans it on three axis.

The money is bundled into a clear plastic bag, put on a tray
and wheeled through a series of barred enclosures into the
SECURE ROOM. Bond hands the suitcase to a STAFF MEMBER.

BOND
Have this checked, see what you can get
off it.

INT. MONEYPENNY’S OFFICE, MI-6 - DAY

Bond appears, hiding something behind his back. Moneypenny
brightens.

MONEYPENNY
James. Brought me a souvenir from
Geneva?

He produces the cigar, now in a large phallic TUBE. Stands
it end up on the desk.

BOND
Thought you might want one of these.

MONEYPENNY
(beat, deadpan)
I gave up a long time ago.
(nods to M’s door)
She’s in with Sir Robert.

INT. M’S OFFICE, MI-6 - DAY

Bond enters. SIR ROBERT KING is perched on the edge of M’s
desk. Two glasses, a bottle of scotch open.

M
Sir Robert King, James Bond.

King moves toward Bond with an easy, patrician smile. Bond
notes a TINY BADGE in his lapel -- like the glass eye of a
stuffed snake.

SIR ROBERT
Thanks for getting my money back --never
expected to see it again. You’re the
kind of man I could use. Though I won’t
offend certain parties by asking you to
join King Industries.

King looks to M, smiling.

BOND
Construction’s not exactly my line.

M
Quite the opposite, in fact.

She couldn’t resist. King smiles at Bond. As he goes, he
gives M a respectful kiss on the cheek. The door closes. M
turns.

BOND
Old friend?

M
Since Oxford. I knew him when he had
nothing but a brilliant mind and enough
guts to conquer the world. He’s a man of
great integrity.

BOND
Who buys classified reports for three
million pounds.

M picks up the report from her desk. Bond notices it is in
Russian, with a SEAL from a Russian military agency in the
corner: MIRATOM.

M
It’s a report on weapons security in the
former Soviet Union, which, as you know,
is shaky at best. He’s had several
instances of sabotage at the pipeline,
and he’s understandably concerned. He
called me the moment he realized its
sensitive nature.

She pours a scotch for Bond. He drops some ice in,
thoughtful.

BOND
Someone was watching over me in Geneva.
A guardian angel with a laser sight.

He stops, rubs his thumb and forefinger together -- a strange
SIZZLING where he touched the ice. Realization sinks in.

BOND
King.

M sees the seriousness in his eyes -- stabs at the intercom:

INT. MONEYPENNY’S OFFICE, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Moneypenny’s eyes shoot to the intercom console:

M
(filtered)
Moneypenny, stop King leaving.

MONEYPENNY
(flicking switch)
Security --

INT. CORRIDORS, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Sir Robert King and an MI-6 AIDE walk toward SECURITY.

INT. Q DIVISION, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Q and his men are working on a strange half-built BOAT
suspended over a water tank.

Q
..the hydro boat can operate in three
inches of water...

He looks up as Bond runs through...

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

THE MONEY lies on the tray, wrapped in plastic.

Sir Robert approaches, two rows of security bars between him
and the cash. An official produces a bag and moves toward
it:

SIR ROBERT
Thanks, but I’ll count it myself.
(apologetic, smiles)
Lifetime habit. I’m Scottish.

INT. LOWER CORRIDORS/SECURITY AREA, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Bond shoots around the corner just in time to see Sir Robert
disappearing past the THICK STEEL DOOR of the secure room.

BOND
Stop! King!

INT. SECURITY, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

The shout is muffled, Sir Robert’s more interested in the
money.

He continues toward camera, that PIN on his lapel emits a
serene HUM and we

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON THE METAL STRIP IN ONE NOTE AS IT CRACKLES AND --
KABOOM! A MASSIVE EXPLOSION.

INT. LOWER CORRIDORS/SECURITY AREA, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

MAYHEM. FIRE blasts out of the open doorway just as Bond
reaches it. The STEEL DOOR flies toward him. He dives --

EXT. MI-6/RIVER - CONTINUOUS

The building rocks. SMOKE is pouring from a HOLE that’s
appeared in a lower tier. A wall and a section of roof gone.

EXT. MI-6/RIVER - CONTINUOUS

A figure staggers out, shaken. Catching his breath. BOND.

CUT TO:

ECU CIGAR GIRL

Lining up Bond with her infra-red telescopic sight.

ANGLE ON BOND

In the swirling dust and smoke, he suddenly sees a wand of
red light, pointing at his chest.

All instinct, he dives for cover. Powerful, high velocity
bullet hits blanket the area. Bond prepares to return fire,
scanning around for the source. Through the debris he spots
an unusual, hi-tech BOAT on the river -- long and narrow and
low. A figure on board. THE CIGAR GIRL.

ANGLE ON CIGAR GIRL

She FIRES OFF A ROUND OF SHOTS, forcing Bond back into cover.
Then she guns the engines and SPEEDS OFF down the Thames.

EXT. MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Determined, Bond races back into the wreckage...

INT. MI-6 - CONTINUOUS

Bond races through the chaos that is MI-6 and into...

Q DIVISION

Where he leaps into the prototype BOAT. Q protests...

Q
It’s not finished!

Bond looks at the mystifying number of buttons and gadgets
...presses something red and...THE BOAT LEAPS OUT, ENGINE
ROARING...

EXT. SLIPWAY - RIVER - DAY

THE 007 THEME KICKS IN AS:

JAMES BOND, in the Q boat, SHOOTS OUT of the MI-6 rubble and
onto the Thames.

EXT. RIVER THAMES - DAY

Bond can see the Cigar Girl up ahead...he is closing the
distance. She catches sight of him in pursuit...

EXT. CIGAR GIRL - BOAT - DAY

She pushes the boat to its limit, it roars to a new level of
speed...the chase is on.

EXT. THAMES - DAY

Police speedboats, alerted by the commotion, trail Bond.

ON THE EMBANKMENT

Police cars scream alongside, sirens wailing.

ON THE THAMES

Bond is losing ground as he and the Cigar Girl weave through
traffic on the Thames. In a gutsy bid to keep pace, he
corrals the Q boat into a hair-raising SHORT-CUT, shooting
off...

UNDERNEATH A PIER

He maneuvers the boat under the low pier and emerges EVEN
CLOSER to his prey...

EXT. CIGAR GIRL - BOAT - DAY

The Cigar Girl stops her boat, moving to the back, manning
her large, rear-mountain MACHINE GUN and taking aim at
Bond...

EXT. RIVER THAMES - DAY

Bond continues at full speed, fearless in the hail of bullets
ricocheting off the vessel.

THE CIGAR GIRL Remains calm and cool, shooting with
precision.

BOND closes in...

CIGAR GIRL’S eyes widen as...

BOND STEERS HIS BOAT RIGHT OVER THE MACHINE GUN AND TURRET...

Cigar Girl dives out of the way, as her boat becomes a RAMP,
LAUNCHING the Q boat INTO THE AIR before it dives, nose-
first, into the Thames.

EXT. - CIGAR GIRL BOAT - CONTINUOUS

CIGAR GIRL gets up from the deck and sees BOND, turning his
boat to close in for the kill...

She scrambles to the helm and SPEEDS OFF, seeing ahead of
her...

TOWER BRIDGE

Just beginning to open, to allow for passage of a small
tanker.

EXT. CIGAR GIRL BOAT

She streaks toward the bridge, Bond lagging behind...

ON BOND

As he looses her boat in the distance, he makes a DESPERATE
MOVE...he cranks the wheel of his boat and veers off, UP A
SLIPWAY and into...

EXT. FISH MARKET

Where the boat hydroplanes on masses of surface water and
propels him into

EXT. LONDON STREET

The hurtling boat causes mayhem and panic as he wrestles with
the controls, jetting off the street and straight toward...

EXT. RIVERSIDE RESTAURANT

Bond’s boat crashes right through it, sending diners LEAPING
in every direction. The Q boat SHOOTS OUT over the balcony
and splashes down once more into...

EXT. THAMES - DAY

Cigar Girl is now clearly in his sights. She is amazed to
see that Bond has managed to overtake her.

The racing boats dice through an armada of lazy, over-loaded
BARGES, nearly crashing into the much larger vessels.

AT EVEN PACE NOW...Cigar Girl attempts to force her way past
him, but Bond, punching buttons on the console of the Q-boat,
releases a set of catapulting FLAME CANNISTERS which create a
massive WALL OF FIRE ahead of them...

CIGAR GIRL is forced toward the very edge of the river...the
jig is almost up, and then...

HER P.O.V. She spots the launching of a HOT AIR BALLOON from
the base of the massive MILLENNIUM DOME.

She skids her vessel to a stop at a nearby pier and quickly
scrambles out of her boat.

EXT. MILLENNIUM DOME - DAY

...A crowd around a RICHARD BRANSON-like figure about to
climb into his HOT AIR BALLOON.

The Cigar Girl, brandishing her gun, forces her way through
the crowd and LEAPS INTO THE BALLOON CARRIAGE, just ready to
lift off. She cranks open the gas nozzles and the balloon
rises with surprising speed.

EXT. BOND’S BOAT - DAY

Bond steers his craft toward a slipway adjacent to the pier
and SHOOTS UP INTO THE AIR...

EXT. MILLENNIUM DOME

An amazing sight...Bond’s boat sailing through the air just
beneath the balloon. With split second precision he reaches
up and GRABS ONE OF THE ROPES dangling down from the balloon.

Bond finds himself being CARRIED THROUGH THE AIR as his boat
falls away from him, hitting the ground and ERUPTING into a
ball of flame.

EXT. HOT AIR BALLOON - CONTINUOUS

As Bond is carried higher and higher, the Cigar Girl begins
FIRING AT HIM over the edge of the carriage.

Bond, with ONE HAND, returns fire.

CIGAR GIRL then leans over the edge of the carriage and
begins to SLICE THE ROPE that Bond is hanging from.

The fibers split and fray away from each other as...

BOND FALLS, heading straight toward...

THE MILLENNIUM DOME, which the balloon has drifted over.

AS HE PLUMMETS DOWNWARD...Bond, never surrendering, still
FIRES HIS WEAPON up at the balloon. A bullet hits the gas
tank...

EXT. BALLOON - DAY

The BALLOON EXPLODES IN A MASSIVE FIREBALL taking the Cigar
Girl with it...

EXT. MILLENNIUM DOME - DAY

Bond lands with a spectacular thudding bounce, the roof of
the Millennium Dome breaking his fall.

EXT. MILLENNIUM DOME ROOF - DAY

He slides uncontrollably down the slope of the Dome as scraps
of burning balloon rain down all around, before he FALLS OFF
THE EDGE of the Dome and lands with a THUD ON...

THE GROUND BELOW

He struggles up, wincing in SEARING PAIN as his hand goes to
his INJURED SHOULDER. He hold it, and looks up, into the sky
as we zero in on the iris of...

HIS EYE

reflecting the massive smoke cloud from the explosion as the
screen transforms into...

THE MAIN TITLES

CUT TO:

EXT. COUNTRY ESTATE, LOCH LOMOND - DAY

BAGPIPES. A chapel atop a green slope overlooking the waters
of Loch Lomond.

A long line of mourners files out at the end of a memorial
service. They mill about on the lawn, among them, M, grim-
faced, BILL TANNER, CHIEF OF STAFF and JAMES BOND, his arm in
a black sling.

Bond, ever vigilant, scans the crowd...

HIS P.O.V. It’s like a state funeral. Rich and powerful
people, government ministers, chief executives from around
the world...and then...

FAR OFF, on a DISTANT RISE, he sees a BIG MAN, not one of the
mourners but an isolated observer, standing alone, wearing
sunglasses and a military haircut.

The man seems to see Bond looking at him...

M
Bond, we’ll meet you inside.

Bond looks at her for a brief second...when he turns back,
the man is gone, like an APPARITION.

Bond walks off, up the grassy slope, toward the rise.

CUT TO:

THE VIEW ACROSS THE VALLEY

Bond stands on the hill, looking below. He sees nothing but
a green carpet, not a tree to hide behind.

He hears a crunch of leaves...turns...

HIS P.O.V. A WOMAN, in mourning black, coming up the hill.
Her china doll face is both fragile and proud.

WOMAN
Beautiful, isn’t it?

BOND
Yes.

She steps up to the ridge with him. A breeze blows her hair.
They stare out. The sun’s rays have broken the clouds and
strafe the valley.

WOMAN
Today, of all days, the sun decides to
shine.

BOND
Perhaps Sir Robert had a word with the
Man Upstairs.

WOMAN
A word? I’m sure by now he’s engineered a
hostile takeover.

BOND
You knew him well?

The sun glints off her bejewelled earlobe.

WOMAN
He was my father.

BOND
I’m sorry.

WOMAN
He died before he could complete his
lifelong dream.
(beat)
I intend to finish it for him.

A voice interrupts them, calling from the estate...

OLDER MAN
Elektra!

ELEKTRA
Excuse me.

She walks away, the wind pressing her dress against her
delicate figure. She looks brave and vulnerable as she walks
back toward her father’s grand house.

CUT TO:

INT. LIMOUSINE - TRAVELING - DAY

M, Bond and Tanner in the rear of a limousine. The vehicle
swoops through the epic countryside of the Scottish
Highlands.

M
Elektra? Running King Industries?
(she broods)
I’ve known that girl all her life. I’m
not sure she knows what she’s walking
into.

BOND
She’s not a girl anymore.

M looks at Bond. Eyes his sling.

M
I’ve scheduled a medical for you.

BOND
It’s barely a scratch. The Dome broke my
fall.

M
Well, at least it turned out to have some
purpose.

Bond gives her a look.

M
No-one goes into the field on this unless
they’re 100%. Dr. Greatrex is waiting.

EXT. CASTLE THANE - HIGHLANDS - DAY

The limousine swoops under the portcullis, into a courtyard.

ADJUST ANGLE to reveal huge antennae and satellite dishes
within.

SUPER: MI-6 REMOTE OPERATIONS CENTRE, SCOTLAND

EXT. CORRIDOR - CASTLE THANE - CONTINUOUS

Bond walks through the corridors. Just before he enters the
medical room, he removes his sling and casually drapes it on
a suit of armor.

INT. MEDICAL ROOM - CASTLE THANE - DAY

Bond sits on the couch, shirt off, awaits the results of his
medical.

The very attractive DOCTOR GREATREX looks at her notes.

DOCTOR GREATREX
Dislocated collar bone. If any more
tendons snap...
(looks up)
It won’t just be two weeks out of action.

BOND
I need you to pass me fit now, Molly.

She moves to him, touches the scarred and bruised bone.

BOND
It’s just a scratch.

DOCTOR GREATREX
James. It wouldn’t really be...

His hand comes up, rests on her waist.

BOND
Ethical? Can’t we just skirt the issue?

And he pulls down the zip on her skirt. Flicks the clasp and
it drops to the floor. She shakes her head -- as he starts
undoing the buttons on her shirt. She’s very business-like,
despite what’s happening.

DOCTOR GREATREX
...if you showed sufficient...willpower.
Promised to slow down. Cut out running,
jumping...shooting. All kinds of...

And he pulls her toward him, they kiss.

BOND
Strenuous activity?

Her shirt drops to the floor. She pushes him back, lies on
him. Just wearing knickers now. Between kisses:

DOCTOR GREATREX
Then maybe I’d be... open to that.

BOND
(smiles)
Perhaps after this ... test?

DOCTOR GREATREX
...yes?...

BOND
I could come for a second opinion?

INT. BRIEFING ROOM, CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ)- LATER

A huge chandelier dominates the vast stone room. SEVERAL
AGENTS listen to the debriefing. ROBINSON and M watch TANNER
explain things; he holds a FIFTY POUND NOTE and KING’S LAPEL
PIN (now blackened, fused, melted to expose electronics
beneath).

TANNER
...The money was dipped in urea, dried,
and packed tight. In one note the metal
strip had been replaced with a
combustible magnesium circuit -- in
effect a tiny detonator. King always wore
a pin in his lapel, an heirloom called
‘the Eye of the Glens’; but someone
switched it for a copy, a ceramic micro-
circuit emitting an electronic signature.

ANGLE

on BOND as he enters the room. He hangs back in the shadows,
watches Tanner mime the pin moving to the note:

TANNER
When he came within range of the money --
boom. Ingenious.

M steps forward. Her fury controlled.

M
We’ve been pawns in someone’s game. They
tricked us into bringing the money to
King. Not just elaborate. Cock-sure.

TANNER
And expensive. Cost three million plus.

Suddenly the chandelier darkens, the floor brightens into a
VAST SCREEN, showing a satellite image of Central Asia and
the Mediterranean. M and Robinson walk onto the screen.

M
Cheap, if it achieves your aim of de-
stabilizing the Western World.

She causes the desired stir. Bond steps forward from the
shadows to get a better view. M sees the sling has gone.

M
007. What do you know of the Caspian Sea?

BOND
Caviar capital of the world. Matchless
beluga. Firm, yet subtle.
(M looks askance)
Largest landlocked body of water on
Earth. Oil-rich. Hitler wanted it.
Stalin beat him to it.

M
And now it’s up for grabs, a goldrush.
Far more oil than anyone thought.

ROBINSON
Latest estimates, six trillion dollars.
It’ll make the Gulf look like a puddle,
see us right through the new century.
The problem is getting the oil out of
there.

M
There are four pipelines in the works.
Three to the Black Sea, shipping out
through the Bosphorus. All vulnerable to
unstable governments or Russian blockade.

BOND
So Sir Robert’s goes through Turkey,
direct to the Med...?

ROBINSON
A huge project. The most expensive of the
pipelines, but the one supported by every
Western leader. None of the American oil
companies were willing to take it on.
But King has connections to the region.
He married into the Vavra family, rich
local industrialists. He used those
connections to hold it all together.

BOND
Kill the man, kill the pipeline.

M
Not necessarily. Not with Elektra taking
over.

Tanner notices a RED LIGHT start pulsing. He moves to M:

TANNER
Your call to the PM.

M nods grimly. As Robinson distributes sealed envelopes:

M
Our credibility has been hit hard. We
have to hit back harder. Your
assignments.

They open their envelopes, but Bond received nothing.

M
(to Bond)
I’m waiting for the report on your
medical.

She leaves. Bond is brooding.

CUT TO:

INT. RESEARCH ROOM, CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ) - NIGHT

An ancient nook chock full of hi-tech equipment. Bond
concentrates on a screen displaying PHOTOGRAPHS, NEWSPAPER
AND TELEVISION CLIPS -- all to do with King’s life and times.

Bond touches the screen on a photo of...ELEKTRA.

INT. SCREEN

One story dominates -- the KIDNAPPING OF ELEKTRA KING. A
Polaroid of Elektra savagely beaten, ear bandaged, holding a
newspaper: beneath the photo is scrawled “$5,000,000.”

NEWSCASTER
...somehow managed to shoot two of her
captors and escape...

POLICE VIDEO: Elektra interviewed; bruised, emotional.

VOICE
... the leader, the one who escaped. Can
you describe him?

ELEKTRA
He shouted. He shouted all the time --

Bond touches Elektra’s face, freezing her tears.

His eyes wander to the photo with the ransom demand:
$5,000,000. A thought forms. He takes out his wallet,
opening it and removing:

THE RECEIPT FROM LACHAISE.

E.C.U. The strange figure, in pounds: 3,030,303.03.

Bond taps some keys. The words EXCHANGE RATE appear on the
screen...pounds to dollars.

He enters ‘3,030,303.03 POUNDS STERLING’ and through
multiplication by the exchange rate this becomes:

‘5,000,000 US DOLLARS.’ He stares at it.

CUT TO:

INT. PASSAGEWAY - CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ) - DUSK

Bond paces the flagstones, FOOTSTEPS ECHOING.

INT. BRIEFING ROOM - CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ) - CONTINUOUS

Bond opens the door on M who stands alone by the window,
looking out at the long shadows on the moors.

BOND
Tell me about the kidnapping of Elektra
King.

She turns, her brow furrowing.

M
Who told you to look at Elektra’s files?

BOND
I took the initiative.

M
You haven’t been given an assignment in
this case.

BOND
I was the one who brought that money
in...

M
I’m well aware of your stake in this,
007.
If you have a point, get to it.

BOND
The amount of money that killed Robert
King is the same amount as the ransom
demand for Elektra.

He hands her a slip of paper.

BOND
Whoever kidnapped Elektra is the same man
who killed her father.

M looks at the paper, a long time.

M
It’s a message. He wants us to know he’s
back.

BOND
Who?

M
Claude Serrault. A.K.A...

BOND
(this is serious)
Renard.

CUT TO:

INT. BRIEFING ROOM, CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ)- NIGHT

A HUGE, TRANSPARENT 3-D IMAGE OF RENARD’S SKULL floats in the
centre of the room. Other images of him on wall screens.

M
Sir Robert tried to deal with the
kidnapping with his own...resources, at
first. When Elektra’s ear was delivered
to him in the post, he came to me.
(measured)
I advised against paying the ransom. I
knew it was Renard. I played it out as
long as possible to get a fix on him.

BOND
Sacrifice the girl to take out the
terrorist?

M
How many deaths is he responsible for?
How many innocent people? You may only
get one shot at a man like Renard. Same
circumstances, I’d do the same again.

She turns to the hologram.

M
We sent 009 down to kill him. Before he
could, Elektra escaped. A week later our
man caught up with the target. Put a
bullet in his head.
(beat)
That bullet is still there.

Bond moves toward the ghostly Renard. We now see THE BULLET
INSIDE HIS SKULL.

BOND
He survived?

M
The doctor who saved him couldn’t get it
out, so Renard killed him. When Interpol
found the x-rays, there was mild
jubilation. Effectively, he’s a dead man.

She presses a button, the hologram turns...

M
The bullet is moving through the medulla
oblongata, killing off his sense of
touch. He feels no pain. He can push
himself harder, longer than any normal
man.

BOND
‘That which does not kill me makes me
stronger.’

M
Now Robert is dead. He got his revenge.

BOND
He’s not through yet. Renard doesn’t blow
up five million dollars unless he knows
there’s more coming in. He’s working for
someone. Someone who wants to stop the
pipeline. And they hired the perfect
killer. One with a vendetta against
King...and you.

MONEYPENNY ENTERS with a file, which she hands to M.

M looks over the file: his medical report.

M
I see the good doctor gave you glowing
testimonials. ‘Exceptional stamina’...

MONEYPENNY
He’s always been good at oral exams.

Moneypenny disappears out the door. M is all business.

M
Get out to the pipeline. Find the insider
who switched the pin. If your instincts
are right, Renard will be back. He hasn’t
completed the job. The pipeline is still
going forward, and we have Elektra to
thank for that.

BOND
The worm on the hook again.

They exchange a look. A look of recognition between two
professionals, who know the terrible price of what they do.

INT. Q’S LAB - NIGHT

A Scot in a kilt plays the bagpipes -- badly. He spins
round, drops the pipe from his mouth, simultaneously fires
bullets from one pipe and a jet of flame from another. The
target is a realistic dummy -- now a molten, bullet-ridden
mess.

We’re in Q’s laboratory. He’s walking Bond through.

BOND
Scottish heavy metal, Q?

Q
Oh pipe down, 007.
(irritated, hands over a WATCH)
Your 29th. Try not to lose this one. It
has dual lasers and a miniature grappling
hook with fifty feet of high-tensile
micro-filament, able to support 800
pounds.

In the background, we see a man in a sleek black jacket. The
man PULLS A STRING...the jacket becomes AN AIRBAG...it
envelopes him, he gets impossibly tangled in it.

Q ignores it, handing Bond a new pair of GLASSES.

Q
New refinement. Sort of X-ray vision.
For checking concealed weapons.

BOND
And other uses, no doubt.

Q
Abuses in your case. You destroyed my
hydro-boat in less than seven minutes, as
no doubt will be the case with this...

He presses a button and a section of ceiling lowers to reveal
a BMW Z7.
A MAN in a white coat is loading A MISSILE into one of the
headlamps, then steps off the platform. Q gestures to him.

Q
007, my Deputy Assistant. I’m grooming
him to follow me.

BOND
(to Man)
That would make you...”R”?

R
Ahh, the rampant 007 wit. I, of course,
am laughing inside. But I dare say
you’ve met your match in this machine.
(touring the car)
The absolute latest in intercepts,
surveillance and countermeasures.
Titanium plating and armor, a multi-
tasking heads-up display. Completely
indestructible. All in all, rather
stocked.

Q
‘Fully loaded’ I think is the term.

“R” pats the fender, he’s pretty damned fond of his machine.

R
Do take good care of her.

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EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY

A hot day. CAMERA soars over tall trees. We can just make out
the sleek muscular car, beetle-black and far below, bouncing
over rough terrain. Bond “taking care” of his new BMW Z7.

INT. BOND’S CAR - NR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY

We join Bond at the wheel, driving hard, loving it, pushing
up extreme inclines, smashing through overhanging limbs.

EXT. PERIMETER FENCE, CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS
MOUNTAINS - DAY

Bond reaches a PERIMETER FENCE, manned by a GUARD. The guard
examines Bond’s PASS and waves him through.

EXT. AIRSTRIP AREA

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