The World Is Not Enough
 

by

Neal Purvis

and

Robert Wade
 

FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY

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 ďprivate banking instituteĒ 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 wasnít 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 Itís all there. Bond folds the receipt, slips it into his WALLET...then, he removes the glasses, slowly, deliberately, eyeing Lachaise. BOND I didnít 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. Bondís mouth edges into a smile. A flicker of doubt on Lachaiseís face -- as Bondís 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 theyíre getting their bearings. Now he nestles the barrel of his borrowed hand gun into the hollow of Lachaiseís cheek. BOND The name? LACHAISE I canít 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 assassinís 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 Whatís his name? Our friend from MI-6? CIGAR GIRL James Bond. RENARD One of Mís 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 Letís toast this James Bond. Weíre 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. MONEYPENNYíS 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 Mís door) Sheís in with Sir Robert. INT. MíS OFFICE, MI-6 - DAY Bond enters. SIR ROBERT KING is perched on the edge of Mís 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. Youíre the kind of man I could use. Though I wonít offend certain parties by asking you to join King Industries. King looks to M, smiling. BOND Constructionís not exactly my line. M Quite the opposite, in fact. She couldnít 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. Heís 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 Itís a report on weapons security in the former Soviet Union, which, as you know, is shaky at best. Heís had several instances of sabotage at the pipeline, and heís 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. MONEYPENNYíS OFFICE, MI-6 - CONTINUOUS Moneypennyís 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 Iíll count it myself. (apologetic, smiles) Lifetime habit. Iím 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 Robertís 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 thatís 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 Itís 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 GIRLíS 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 Bondís 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. BONDíS 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...Bondís 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. Itís 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, weíll 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, isnít it? BOND Yes. She steps up to the ridge with him. A breeze blows her hair. They stare out. The sunís 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? Iím sure by now heís engineered a hostile takeover. BOND You knew him well? The sun glints off her bejewelled earlobe. WOMAN He was my father. BOND Iím 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 fatherís 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) Iíve known that girl all her life. Iím not sure she knows what sheís walking into. BOND Sheís not a girl anymore. M looks at Bond. Eyes his sling. M Iíve scheduled a medical for you. BOND Itís 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 theyíre 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 wonít 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 Itís just a scratch. DOCTOR GREATREX James. It wouldnít really be... His hand comes up, rests on her waist. BOND Ethical? Canít 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. Sheís very business-like, despite whatís 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 Iíd 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 KINGíS 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 Ďthe Eye of the Glensí; 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 Weíve been pawns in someoneís 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 itís up for grabs, a goldrush. Far more oil than anyone thought. ROBINSON Latest estimates, six trillion dollars. Itíll 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 Robertís 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) Iím 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 Kingís 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 ď$5,000,000.Ē 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 Elektraís 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 Ď3,030,303.03 POUNDS STERLINGí and through multiplication by the exchange rate this becomes: Ď5,000,000 US DOLLARS.í 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 Elektraís files? BOND I took the initiative. M You havenít been given an assignment in this case. BOND I was the one who brought that money in... M Iím 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 Itís a message. He wants us to know heís 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 RENARDíS 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 Elektraís 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, Iíd 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 couldnít get it out, so Renard killed him. When Interpol found the x-rays, there was mild jubilation. Effectively, heís 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 ĎThat which does not kill me makes me stronger.í M Now Robert is dead. He got his revenge. BOND Heís not through yet. Renard doesnít blow up five million dollars unless he knows thereís more coming in. Heís 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. ĎExceptional staminaí... MONEYPENNY Heís 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 hasnít 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. QíS 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. Weíre in Qís laboratory. Heís 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. Iím grooming him to follow me. BOND (to Man) That would make you...ĒRĒ? R Ahh, the rampant 007 wit. I, of course, am laughing inside. But I dare say youíve 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 ĎFully loadedí I think is the term. ďRĒ pats the fender, heís pretty damned fond of his machine. R Do take good care of her. CUT TO: 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 ďtaking careĒ of his new BMW Z7. INT. BONDíS 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 Bondís PASS and waves him through. EXT. AIRSTRIP AREA NEAR CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY (OLD SC. 69) As Bond drives on he passes an area where HELICOPTERS trailing GIANT SAWS are trimming back trees. Felled trees are being dragged away, being replaced by huge metal sheets. An incredibly fast and well-oiled operation -- but why? EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY Bond pulls up at the CONSTRUCTION SITE, teeming with ultra- modern robotic construction machines and vehicles. He gets out, and is immediately surrounded by men with guns. A man in a suit steps forward. DAVIDOV is tall, blonde, with a dangerous charm Bond instantly recognizes as ex-KGB. He turns Bond around, hands on the car. Pats him down. Pulls out an ID, checks it: DAVIDOV (excellent English) Bond. A government man. Iím afraid since you English got the boss killed weíve been a little...jumpy. Bond stares ahead, watches a PRIVATE JET swoops past... OMITTED EXT. AIRSTRIP AREA NEAR CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY The jet lands on a runway of the metal sheets Bond saw being laid as he passed... EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NEAR CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS - DAY Davidov pulls out Bondís gun. BOND (re: gun) Iíd rather you didnít play with that. Davidov ignores him, looking the gun over. DAVIDOV Nice. BOND Quite stunning. Bond turns to watch a LIFTING HELICOPTER swoop in and drop down an air-conditioned office. Military precision. Davidovís radio crackles out a message and he tosses the gun back to Bond. They start walking: DAVIDOV (pleasant) Sorry about all that, comrade. Old habits die hard. I am Head of Security. Davidov. Bond eyes him, but is distracted by a jet coming to a halt ahead of them. Stairs swing down and out steps ELEKTRA KING. Beautiful, elegant. So out of place in this world of men. She surveys the worksite. Impressed, Bond takes his ID back from Davidov. INT. OFFICE, CONSTRUCTION SITE - CONTINUOUS Bond and Davidov step into a fully functioning office. Everything Elektra requires is here. Computer, phones, drinks cabinet. She is in the middle of a group of workmen and secretaries, looking at plans, talking, pouring herself a cup of coffee. ELEKTRA (to Foreman) ...they should have been in place two days ago. That is the target my father set. FOREMAN Weíve had some trouble with the villagers at Ruan. Some sacred burial plot... DAVIDOV Miss King...James Bond here to see you. She looks up...a brief moment of RECOGNITION...then back to business. ELEKTRA Find me the research on the limestone deposits, go ahead and place these orders, and get the jeep ready. I will go to Ruan myself... DAVIDOV Miss King, I wouldnít recommend... ELEKTRA I said, I will go. She signs some documents and the men file out. She gets up, turning her back to Bond, hands on her hips. ELEKTRA Would you excuse us, Davidov? Davidov nods and leaves. Elektra still keeps her back turned, but he can see her physically change, her shoulders sag, her arms cross in front of her. When she finds her voice, it has a gravelly sound of emotion. ELEKTRA I met you at my fatherís funeral. BOND Yes. ELEKTRA I havenít been able to recall a single moment of that day...until now. BOND Funerals arenít exactly memorable. ELEKTRA God no. All those horrible loved ones and relatives. I donít want to talk to those people. I just want to...talk to my father. (beat) I loved him. Iím not sure he knew that. BOND Is that why you want to finish the pipeline? ELEKTRA Partially, yes. Her muscleman BODY GUARD appears, says briefly: GABOR The jeep is ready, Maíam. Will I be driving with you? ELEKTRA No, Gabor. We have a guest. Gabor glares at Bond before he leaves. BOND Who is he? ELEKTRA My bodyguard. He follows me everywhere. Heís decisive, vigilant. And he makes an excellent omelette. BOND How long has he been with you? ELEKTRA Since the kidnapping. Why do you ask? Bond takes something out of his pocket, he opens his palm, shows it to her. BOND Does this look familiar to you? ELEKTRA Itís my fatherís pin. He wore it everyday of his life. She swallows back emotion. Looks in his eyes, with a sad half- smile that unsettles him. ELEKTRA Are you trying to break my heart? Or is it just your way with women? BOND Itís not the pin your father wore. Itís an exact duplicate. Inside is a tiny electrical detonator. We have reason to believe the assassin had an inside accomplice, someone who worked at this company. ELEKTRA If youíve come here to look after me, Mr. Bond, thank you, but no thank you. I have two bodyguards, I donít need a third... She starts to walk out. He follows her... EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - CONTINUOUS BOND The killer doesnít want to see this pipeline continue, doesnít want to see you take over... ELEKTRA Thatís every man within a five mile radius. Including you. (off his look) Thatís why youíre here, isnít it? You think I canít do it. You think Iím going to screw up. Or get myself killed. BOND I think running this pipeline would be a difficult job for anyone. Especially Kingís daughter. ELEKTRA You are wrong, Mr. Bond. In fact, I am the only person who can do it. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP, TRAVELING - OILFIELDS - DAY Elektra drives the all-terrain jeep with casual assurance. Bond is beside her, cold-weather gear in the back. Theyíre following a huge pipeline, passing a blighted petrified forest of twisted iron: derelict oil derricks. Elektra gestures at the oil fields theyíre now leaving behind. Receding into the distance, a DELTA OF ROADWAYS perched on rusting stilts juts out into the sea. ELEKTRA My motherís people discovered oil here ninety years ago. The Bolsheviks slaughtered them for it. (beat) Some say oil is in my familyís blood. I say our blood is in the oil. This is the very heart of the planet. Up here in the hills was Eden, literally. Look what the Russians did to it. Now we have a second chance and this time weíll do it right. When the other wells have all dried up, sheíll still be pumping her lifeblood to the world. And this (proudly, of pipeline) Will be one of the main arteries... OMITTED 75- EXT. POV FROM HELICOPTER - DAY Bond and Elektra travel beside the vast pipe through dramatic, beautiful, scenery... INT. HELICOPTER - DAY Davidov and Gabor, in the helicopter, watch the jeep below. EXT. CONSTRUCTION CAMP, FOOTHILLS OF THE CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS (CAPPADOCIA, THE VILLAGE OF ZELVE) - DAY The jeep reaches a break in the pipe: a SURVEY CAMP, flags, strings. The SURVEY CREW cower behind a 4WD, local tribesman are stoning them from a village carved into the rock. A lot of SHOUTING. Before Bond can stop her, Elektra gets out, moves toward the tribesmen. The stoning ceases. They know who she is. She begins to speak quietly -- in their own tongue. INT. CHAPEL, ZELVE - DAY A stunning pre-Byzantine chapel hewn from the rock. Flames illuminate beautiful mosaics and paintings on the cavern wall. A COPTIC PRIEST proudly shows Elektra about, jabbering in his mother tongue. She answers in his language. Bond watches her, impressed. EXT. CONSTRUCTION CAMP - DISTORTED ELECTRONIC POV, FROM ABOVE: We hear the click of high-powered electronic binoculars, zeroing in on Bond and Elektra as they return to the survey team. This canít be Davidovís view, as the helicopter has settled down below. EXT. CONSTRUCTION CAMP, FOOTHILLS OF MOUNTAINS - DAY Bond is edgy. Someone is out there. Heís sure of it. He sees Davidov and Gabor scanning the area as well. Elektra speaks to the foreman. ELEKTRA Send the pipe around. FOREMAN It will take weeks, cost millions. Your father approved this route. ELEKTRA Then my father was wrong. The first time Elektra has asserted her own authority. The foreman is surprised, angry. But he doesnít question her. She moves toward the helicopter, says to Bond: ELEKTRA I have to check the upper lines. Gabor will drive you back. BOND Always wanted to see the upper lines. ELEKTRA You donít take no for an answer, do you? BOND No. She shrugs, mischief in her eyes. ELEKTRA Alright then. Do you ski? Bond just smiles. BOND Iíve been known to. INT/EXT. HELICOPTER - DAY The chopper swoops over SNOWY WASTES. It reaches a mountain peak, hovers. The wind is strong, buffeting. Elektra and Bond are both now in ski suits, Bond wearing a sleek black jacket. PILOT Canít land. Windís too strong! ELEKTRA Just hold her steady. (to Bond) You wanted to see it. She steps into her skis, opens the door. Wind rushes in. EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP - DAY Without a momentís hesitation, Elektra leaps out of the chopper and falls fifteen feet, landing on the move. INT/EXT. HELICOPTER - DAY Unbelieving, Bond quickly dons skis and leaps after her. EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY Below him on the mountain, she is already a way ahead. Her skiing is fearless. Bond likes a challenge... They wind down the slope, competitive, testing one another, enjoying it. EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE - DAY After an exhilarating run, she stops on the edge of a huge drop. Bond joins her. They look down at the snowy valley below. A line of survey FLAGS visible through the middle. ELEKTRA Weíre building from both ends. This is where theyíll meet. Fifteen hundred miles from the Caspian to the Mediterranean. Bond and Elektra stand on the mountainside, feeling like the only two people in the world, when they hear: THE DISTANT HUM OF A PLANE. EXT. SKY - DAY They see FOUR OBJECTS falling out the back of the aircraft. As the objects plummet silently toward the earth, they POP PARACHUTES, their fall slows and then, as Bond and Elektra watch in disbelief... GUNFIRE echoes out from the black shapes, now visible as PARASKIS, low-flying, sleek, deadly snow vehicles. EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP - DAY Bond turns to Elektra, he has to yell over the sound of the approaching machines. BOND Head for that gully, Iíll lure them into the trees! He points her off to one side, where a shallow gully offers cover...she skis off to shelter and he skis OUT...INTO THE OPEN...where the paraskis trail after him... He streaks toward the trees as the vehicles gain on him, firing... EXT. FOREST He makes it to the woods, finding cover in the trees, whipping in and out of sight as PARASKI #1 tries to follow, sinking lower and lower until... HIS SKIDS catch on some over hanging branches...the Paraski is CATAPULTED into a tree and EXPLODES... EXT. WOODS - CONTINUOUS Coming in to pick up the pursuit of Bond is Paraski #2, firing down at Bond, dropping bombs which explode just behind him in the snow. The other two paraskis LAND and eject their chutes, now RACING THROUGH THE WOODS on the ground. Bond looks behind him, sees them gaining...he zigzags through the trees and suckers Paraski #3 to glance off one tree, hit another and wipe out behind. But the remaining predator on the ground, Paraski #4, is gaining on him...Bond bursts out of the trees and finds himself heading toward... THE EDGE OF A PRECIPICE... He cranks himself right, narrowly avoiding a tumble over the edge. Paraski #4 isnít so lucky and SAILS OFF THE CLIFF to a hundred and fifty foot drop. BOND (smiling) Should have stuck to snowboarding. But the smile is wiped off his face as...AN EMERGENCY PARACHUTE deploys from the back... The Paraski does a climbing turn and heads straight back for him... Bond skis for his life, away from Paraski #4 when PARASKI #2 appears in front of him...guns blazing... One ahead and one behind, Bond turns back...he has nowhere to go but... OVER THE EDGE He sails through the air and lands on the Paraski #4, slashing the parachute with his ski pole before bouncing off and doing an amazing tumbling hundred foot fall to the snow, where he lands on his skis... Paraski four, the chute tangling in the rotors of its propeller, struggles to maintain control, his vehicle inexorably hurtling toward PARASKI #2: both of them having set their course for Bond, they are now on a collision course with EACH OTHER... IN THE GULLY BELOW Bond meets up with Elektra as above them... The two Paraskis collide, crashing into the snowy hill above and tumbling down, end over end. Bond and Elektra huddle together as shards and debris rain down on them. Then...silence. An eerie silence. ELEKTRA Are they gone? All of them? Bond nods, ripping from his pole a PIECE OF THE PARACHUTE he slashed and wiping his face with it...he looks at the piece of fabric in his hand. He sees: CYRILLIC LETTERS...undecipherable to us...but there is a look on his face, a look of recognition as... AN EARTH RATTLING RUMBLE grows above them. Bond stuffs the parachute fragment in his ski-suit as he turns... The exploding Paraskis have triggered AN AVALANCHE on the slope above. EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE/AVALANCHE AREA - DAY They try to outrun it -- riding the sliding hill -- but they havenít a hope... the rest of the snow is catching them, theyíre going to get swallowed. EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE/AVALANCHE AREA - DAY The ground shudders, the THUNDER CLOSING... Their ankles are soon covered, Elektra falls. Bond stops, pulls her up. Theyíre about to die. He pulls her to him. BOND Hold on to me. Sheís confused and frightened but does as sheís told. They hold one another tight as -- here it comes -- the white fury hurtles over them, burying them... At the last moment, just as their heads vanish from view... CLOSE ON BOND PULLING THE Q GADGET ON THE JACKET. The AIRBAG slams open. The snow covers it and them. More and more snow slides over... CUT TO: INT. SNOW HOLE - MOMENTS LATER Darkness. The RUMBLING CEASES... Light emanates from Bondís watch. In the shadows he pulls a knife, punctures the air bag. It deflates, leaving them cocooned in an icy tomb. Elektra looks around, staring, unbelieving. ELEKTRA Oh my God...weíre buried alive... BOND Weíre alright. But her breath is coming in short, irregular bursts. ELEKTRA I canít stay here. BOND Youíre not going to. Bond takes a knife from a sheath around his ankle. Flicks open the small blade. He starts to cut a hole in the snow above their heads. She stops him. ELEKTRA No! It will cave in! BOND Itís the only way out... The snow CREAKS eerily, she gasps, terror mounting. ELEKTRA I canít breathe, I canít breathe... Bond grabs her, holds her tight. She resists, bucks. BOND Elektra, look at me, look in my eyes! (she does) Youíre alright. Everything will be alright. Trust me. Finally, arrested by the strength in his eyes, she calms... EXT. MOUNTAINS - MOMENTS LATER A beautiful expanse of smooth virgin snow. All is quiet. CLOSER Bondís fist PUNCHES through the white. He pulls the snow away, climbs out. Leans in, lifts Elektra out. Bond and Elektra stand, lone figures in the perfect white. They hear a sound...HELICOPTER ROTORS. Rescue on its way. CUT TO: EXT. ELEKTRAíS VILLA - DAY An establishing shot of Bondís BMW parked outside the ornate villa on the shore of the golden Caspian. INT. ENTRANCE HALL, ELEKTRAíS VILLA - DAY Palatial. Hallway dominated by a LARGE PAINTING of a bearded man in traditional Turkish garb, sitting proudly on a horse. Davidov, Gabor, waiting, pacing. Bond is sits in a chair, ON EDGE, writing something over and over on a small pad of paper...THE CYRILLIC LETTERS on the parachute fragment. A DOCTOR comes down the grand staircase. The men stand. DOCTOR Sheís fine. Contusions. A slight strain to her ankle, but otherwise, fine. (to Bond) She wants to see you. INT. ELEKTRAíS BEDROOM - SUNSET Bond enters. Elektra is standing by the window watching the golden ball of the sun sink into the sea. She wears nothing but a silk embroidered robe; the sun shows through it, outlining her naked body in soft, shadowy curves. ELEKTRA Are you alright? He nods. He is wound tight, she senses it. BOND I canít stay. ELEKTRA I know. A moment. ELEKTRA I need to ask you something. And I need you to tell me the truth. He waits. ELEKTRA Who is it? Who is trying to kill me? Bond looks at her; vulnerable, fragile, trying to be strong. He cannot tell her the truth. BOND I donít know. But I will find him. She stares at him, sensing he is withholding something. She turns back to the window. He approaches behind her. ELEKTRA After the kidnapping...I was afraid to go outside, to be alone, to be in a crowd, to do anything at all, until I realized... (pause) Thereís no point in living if you canít...feel alive. She looks out at the fading sun. ELEKTRA I canít huddle in the shadows. I canít let fear run my life. I wonít. She turns to him. ELEKTRA The way I acted, in the snow...you must think Iím a coward. BOND I think youíre one of the bravest people Iíve ever met. She looks up at him, into his eyes; they are so close. All she has to do is tilt her mouth upward...she kisses him. His hands come up across her back, pressing her toward him, her body melting into his, and then... He pulls back. Has to physically step away from her. ELEKTRA What is it? BOND ...you should rest. That was exactly the wrong thing to say. He sees the rebellion flair in her eyes. ELEKTRA James... BOND I have to go. ELEKTRA Then take me with you. BOND No. Youíll be safe here. ELEKTRA I donít want to be safe! BOND I have to go to work. He starts toward the door. ELEKTRA Now whoís the coward? He stops, his back up...then heads out the door. IN THE HALLWAY He passes Gabor, standing faithfully outside. CUT TO: EST. SHOT - EXT. CASINO NOIR DíOR, BAKU - NIGHT Elegant, mysterious. A modern day Casablanca. INT. CASINO NOIR DíOR, BAKU - NIGHT Bond in evening dress in the sumptuous casino. He takes out the Q glasses, slips them on, surveys the room -- HIS X-RAY POV He can see all the WEAPONS carried by the players. All sizes of pistol, even the odd grenade. The obvious side-effect of this view -- he can see through clothes. His eyes alight on two girls walking away from him. One of them turns to look back, unaware that she is on display. She returns Bondís smile. Her friend turns to look. Bondís smile grows: she has a small pistol concealed over one breast. INT. CASINO NOIR DíOR, BAKU - NIGHT He looks over the lenses -- and spies someone on the fringes. His old adversary, ex-KGB, VALENTIN ZUKOVSKY, talking to some suspicious types. Zukovsky looks across. Bond walks toward him. BOND Valentin Zukovsky. ZUKOVSKY BondJamesBond. What brings you here? BOND You, of course. I need some information. ZUKOVSKY Bond, Iím a civilian. This is my place. Used to be the royal familyís, now itís mine. I run my little business, I stay out of trouble... BOND (looking about) Mafia warlords, Diplomats and spies, consortiums from every country in the world. A nice little ratís nest. ZUKOVSKY (offering hors díouevres) Have some of the ratís nest caviar. From my own fishery. They buy my caviar, drink my champagne, lose to my House. He turns to a suspicious-looking Heavy. ZUKOVSKY Let me introduce you to a former colleague of mine at the KGB. Dmitri Palov, you may know him as...the Boa. The Boa is completely bald, muscular; huge, deadly hands. BOA The great 007. For years I have dreamed of closing my hands around your neck. BOND Boa. Have you had any therapy since Perestroika? ZUKOVSKY Why am I suddenly worried Iím not carrying enough insurance? The Boa leaves, glaring all the while. ZUKOVSKY See? Youíre upsetting my customers. What do you want? BOND How does a terrorist like Renard supply his men with state-of-the-art Russian Army weapons? ZUKOVSKY What? This is not possible. Bond takes from his pocket the fragment of the PARACHUTE. Zukovsky examines the letters. BOND If I remember my Cyrillic that says 101st airborne division. ZUKOVSKY Where did you get this? BOND Off a high-powered Paraski that was trying to kill me. Zukovsky shakes his head. Sighs. ZUKOVSKY The Russian Army, they spend millions on flying skis, but they cannot afford to pay the soldiers. The men, they do what they have to do to feed their families. In this country, for the right price and a pack of cigarettes, you can get anything you want. He notices Bond watching THE HOSTESS BAR...a dark alcove of the casino, where slinky HOOKERS flatter the guests. ZUKOVSKY That too. Everyone does what they can to survive. BOND How high up does this...arms dealing go? ZUKOVSKY Bond. If someone wants you dead, it is Renard. Our government has nothing to gain by killing you. BOND But you would have something to gain by killing Robert King. And stopping his pipeline. This hits Zukovsky. He closes down. A chill between them. ZUKOVSKY Poor Bond. The cold war is over. What have you got left? Economic espionage. Murder in the boardroom. So dull. Bondís eyes catch something, someone entering the casino. HIS POV: ELEKTRA...more vibrant than we have ever seen her, living up to her name. She is impossibly glamorous in a sparkling dress that fits like second skin. Her hair is full and tumbling, her eyes are fiery and wild. BOND Oh, youíd be surprised. Bond starts toward her, but she tosses her head, defiant, and turns away, making her way to the Roulette tables. Bond follows her across the casino. They are like two cats, moving through this neon jungle, their energy dangerous and sexy, all eyes on them. He takes note as she passes...MINIMUM $100, then $500, $1000... She finally stops at the ĎNo limití table. Crowded with the nastiest and richest of the high rollers, Armenians, Turks, South Americans, a computer nerd American and a Russian industrialistís wife, heavy with jewelry and drink. ZUKOVSKY is suddenly there, pulling out a seat for her in the center. ZUKOVSKY Weíve kept your fatherís chair free. ELEKTRA And his account? ZUKOVSKY You have a credit line of a million and a half. He gestures to the Dealer, who pushes ten towering stacks of CHIPS toward her. A WAITRESS is right there to take her order. ELEKTRA Vodka martini. BOND Two. Shaken not stirred. He leans in, smiling his charming smile as he says: BOND What the hell are you doing here? ELEKTRA (smiling right back) Someone wants to kill me, Iíd rather die looking him straight in the eye. (lightly) What are you doing here? Looking for a woman a little more your type? How about that one? She points to a SHOW GIRL in a feather headdress and pasties. BOND If this little show is for my benefit, Iíll take you home right now. ELEKTRA You had your chance, James. Now Iím looking for a bigger thrill. She pushes half her chips back onto the table, letting them stand on her bet. The whole table exhales. Then, it starts: bets are placed, gamblers energized by her arrival. Bond scans the room, vigilant, nervous... HIS P.O.V. He zeroes in on Davidov, sidling off, away from the table, trying to look nonchalant, his eyes shifting this way and that...he looks suspicious as hell. Bond watches, his blood running, and then... Davidov slips into the HOSTESS BAR. A HOOKER is soon wrapping herself around him. After a few words, she leads him off toward the back. Bond returns to the game, shaking his head. He watches as THE DEALER DEALS FROM THE SHOE. CUT TO: INT. SALON PRIV… - NIGHT A small room. Lit by sconces that sport LIVE FLAMES. Tacky- luxurious, a refracted Eastern reflection on an old west whore house. Davidov undresses in the little bathroom alcove. He faces a small ornate mirror over the sink, in which he can see THE HOOKER behind him, on the bed. HOOKER You want to be...on top, or not on top? DAVIDOV On top. She slowly pulls a pair of SILK ROPES out from her bra and DANGLES THEM. HOOKER Tied up, or not tied up? Davidov smiles, struggling with his belt. He looks down, gets it, looks up...his heart stops...it is not the hooker in the mirror but... RENARDíS FRIGHTENING FACE. Davidov spins. HIS P.O.V. Renardís henchman stands by the door, an automatic rifle cocked at Davidov. RENARD Dead, or not dead? CUT TO: INT. CASINO - THE BLACK JACK TABLE Elektra with black king showing. A seven beneath. BOND I understand itís normally good practice to get the feel of the cards before going off the deep end. ELEKTRA Really? And with a smile she scratches her cards on the table for a hit. The Dealer gives her an eight. She reveals her cards. DEALER Bust. He rakes in her chips. But Elektra is undeterred. She pushes another pile forward as the next deal commences. ELEKTRA I like the deep end, James. CUT TO: INT. SALON PRIVE The HENCHMAN holds Davidov against the wall with his huge fist around his neck. Near his head, the live flame of a SCONCE hisses, burning blue and yellow, drawing their fuel from the glass basin of hot oil attached beneath it. The HOOKER, obviously one of Renardís gang, has finished donning her khaki pants and combat boots and straps a gun onto her shoulder. Renard looks distastefully at the room. RENARD Is this how you spend the money I pay you? And with the rest you hire fools who shoot like blind men? DAVIDOV (croaks out) Bond... RENARD Should be dead as well. Your failure today is astonishing. It is a disgrace. He approaches close to him, stopping at the flaming SCONCE near his head. RENARD Do you know why the color is blue at the wick? Davidov starts to sweat. RENARD Because that is where the flame is the hottest. Renard touches the glass well of oil. RENARD The temperature is close to five hundred degrees. Renard uses his knife and POPS the seal from the lamp, removing the well of oil...a DROP of the hot oil FALLS ON HIS HAND and SINGES IT BLACK in an instant... Renard does not even flinch. Davidov starts talking, trying to placate... DAVIDOV The plane...itís all been arranged... RENARD Then you are completely unnecessary... Renard raises the container of oil over Davidovís head: DAVIDOV I have the documents, the landing authorizations, the security passes... Renard stops, the oil tilted, just ready to pour... His dead eye...has it drooped further since we last saw him?...seems to glitter in the light... RENARD Bond is suspicious. We are moving sooner, tonight. We understand each other? DAVIDOV Yes...yes... Renard lets a TRICKLE OF OIL drop onto Davidovís head... HE SCREAMS as his hair smokes and singes... Renard makes a motion, the THUG releases Davidov, who falls to the floor, clutching his head. CUT TO: INT. CASINO - THE BLACK JACK TABLE Another deal. ZUKOVSKY and others watch, as Elektra stakes even more. People move closer for a view. The Dealer shows a five. Elektra shows Bond her cards. Elektra is holding two eights. Dealerís up-card is a six. BOND Stand or split them. She smiles. He holds her gaze. ELEKTRA Surely you believe in living dangerously. BOND Not at that price. Time to surrender. They eye one another a long while -- sex firmly in the air. She smiles. She moves ALL HER CHIPS forward. Bond catches a look between the Dealer and Zukovsky: DEALER The House has no limit. General kerfuffle. Bond looks back toward THE HOSTESS BAR...no sign of Davidovís return... ELEKTRA (to Dealer) Hit me. The Dealer scoops a card from the shoe. Tension. Everyone holds their breath...as he turns over... -- a six. Bust. The audience inhale as one AS THE DEALER TAKES ALL HER CHIPS AWAY. Elektra stands. She has dignity in defeat. She turns to Bond, holding out a hand. ELEKTRA Time to surrender. EXT. CASINO - NIGHT Bond, Elektra, Gabor outside, Davidov soon joining them, trying to look like he hasnít been through hell. Bond notices the burn on his head. Davidov touches it self- consciously. DAVIDOV A little accident. BOND A night of burning passion? Davidov scowls at him. Bond leads Elektra away... CUT TO: A DISTANT P.O.V. FROM HIGH ABOVE. Someone watches Bond and Elektra move toward his BMW. HENCHMAN (V.O.) What about Bond? EXT. CASINO ROOF RENARD and his henchmen, watching. Renard seems mesmerized by the sight of Bondís HAND on the small of Elektraís back, their easy sensuality as they both get into the car. HENCHMAN Sir? Sir? RENARD (seething) I will take care of Mister Bond. CUT TO: EXT. ELEKTRAíS VILLA - NIGHT Bond and Elektra emerge from the BMW. Behind them, Gabor and Davidov get out of her car. Bond watches as Davidov slams his door and marches off, angry, toward the SECURITY QUARTERS at the side of the house. Bond and Elektra walk to the front door, anticipation thick in the air. Gabor opens the door. Elektra sweeps through... INT. ENTRANCE HALL, ELEKTRAíS VILLA - NIGHT Bond pauses just inside the open doorway. HIS P.O.V. Two figures in the cavernous entrance hall, Elektra having a brief word with Gabor, before he turns and exits, leaving only... ELEKTRA AND BOND. She starts upstairs, Bondís eyes locked on her body, and then: SHE LOOKS BACK...just once. But it says everything. She continues upward. Bond taps the front door closed with his foot. INT. BEDROOM, ELEKTRAíS VILLA - NIGHT Half-light. Theyíre entwined between the sheets. This is something slow, languorous, not to be rushed. We canít make out the mechanics, but theyíre beaded with sweat. Her fingers trace the contours of his torso. Linger on his bruised collar-bone. ELEKTRA You knew when you first saw me. You knew it would be like this. BOND Shush. Her hand dips in an ice bucket beside the bed. She rubs a slither of ice down her chest, shudders with pleasure. Itís a move Bond hasnít seen before. Now she brings the ice to his shoulder. ELEKTRA Poor shoulder. Looks painful... She kisses his purple flesh. Licks. BOND ...needs constant attention... She slides her tongue back and fore along the groove above the tendon. And he pulls the ice from her hand: BOND Enough ice for one day. Tosses it across the room as passion takes over... INT. BEDROOM, ELEKTRAíS VILLA - LATER A puddle of water where the ice fell. Post-sex on the bed. He traces a hand down her naked back. The sweat glistens off the curve of her spine. She turns. The light glints off her jewelled earlobe...he touches it. BOND You never take this off? Elektra looks at him. ELEKTRA Why do men always want to undress the one part of a womanís body she doesnít want to reveal? She reaches to the large, diamond-encrusted earring and gently plucks it away. Pulls her lush hair back... The lower half of her ear is gone, reduced to a misshapen clump of scar tissue. It is the only mark on her perfect body. A physical reminder of her ordeal. It breaks his heart. BOND How did you survive? ELEKTRA I used my body on the guards. It gave me control. I got to a gun and I took my chance. (beat) Iíve never told anyone that. They are looking at each other, both suddenly feeling something dangerously close to real connection. It is not what Bond expected. ELEKTRA Do you ever stop, James? Do you ever think about...another kind of life? He holds her gaze for a long time before he looks away. BOND I canít afford to. She frowns, slightly. Settles into his chest. ELEKTRA Donít worry. I know who you are. He holds her, eyes full of conflict, staring into the dark. EXT. VILLA - NIGHT - LATER The lights of a car pulling up at the security office by the perimeter wall of the property. EXT. SECURITY QUARTERS - SAME Bondís car, several of Elektraís vehicles, all parked around the security office. They have been joined by: A WHITE ECONOMY CAR, a Russian make, with a familiar SEAL painted on the door...weíve seen it before, the seal on top of the stolen report at the beginning...Miratom. Out of the driverís seat steps...DAVIDOV. He carries a briefcase from the car to the front door of the security office. He looks around furtively before he disappears inside. The parking area is dark and silent and then: JAMES BOND sits up in the driverís seat of his BMW. INT. BMW - SAME Bond sticks his key in the ignition and activates the carís various systems. HIS P.O.V. Davidov is a shadow in the office window. Bond flicks a switch. A NEEDLE-THIN BEAM is directed from the BMW to the window of the office. He can HEAR a synthesis of Davidovís voice... DAVIDOV (V.O.) Iím running late...no, no, Iíll make it...how will they know Iím your man?...romashka...romashka...alright. Bond hears the click of a phone hanging up. He flicks another switch in his car, an infra-red tracking system activates in his WINDSCREEN... He can now see Davidov perfectly as he comes out of the security quarters, carrying a briefcase and a large DUFFLE BAG which he carries to the car and loads into the TRUNK. He goes back inside. BOND gets out of the BMW. He moves stealthily to the Russian vehicle and, using the laser beam on his watch, opens the lock on the trunk. It pops open. Bond sees the briefcase, and the dufflebag, and...SOMETHING ELSE...something beneath them...he moves the objects aside: A MAN is folded into the back of the trunk, his head slumped forward, dark hair on the back of his head slightly wet ...blood? Bond tips the head back, revealing GLASSY DEAD EYES. Bond leans in and plucks a BADGE from his white shirt pocket. It has a photo of the dead man and reads, in English and Cyrillic: LEONID TASHKA - FIELD INSPECTOR. On the corner of the badge...THE RUSSIAN SEAL...Miratom. The one from the report. Bond touches it with his thumb, recognizing it. AT THE OFFICE Davidov is coming out... Bond LOWERS THE TRUNK DOOR and crouches behind the car. AT THE OFFICE ENTRANCE Davidov pauses to lock the door. He walks toward the Russian car...he is actually WHISTLING a happy tune and then... HE STOPS. He has heard something. He draws his gun. He walks AROUND the entire car. When he gets to the rear... THE TRUNK IS CLOSED. Bond is not there. No evidence he ever was. Davidov gets in the driverís seat and starts the car. CUT TO: EXT. AIR STRIP - NIGHT The Russian car drives onto the grounds of a small, deserted AIRPORT consisting of one outbuilding and a crudely cleared airstrip. INT. CAR Davidov pulls off the road and parks his car in a wooded area. EXT. CAR Davidovís feet crunch in the dirt as he walks to the back and opens the trunk. He removes the briefcase. Then the duffle bag. He looks down at the dead body, head slumped forward, as before...but something is different, the clothes not quite right and then: THE DEAD BODY MOVES, the head turns, Davidov gasps... It IS JAMES BOND. BOND Problem, comrade? Davidov pulls his HAND GUN from inside his coat, but Bond is quicker. With a silenced pistol he shoots Davidov in the head. One little red hole forms in his forehead as his eyes go wide and he crumbles, dead. Bond climbs out of the trunk. Crouches to examine Davidov. BOND Old habits die hard. He straightens. Picks up the briefcase. It is locked. He searches Davidov and finds a set of keys in his pocket. He opens the lock. INSIDE THE BRIEFCASE: FOUR STACKS OF MONEY. Documents headed with the official crest of Miratom. A new security tag, it looks just like the dead guyís, but has Davidovís name and picture...some hologrammed (blank) security tags -- and a polaroid-type camera. He picks up a blank security tag and inserts it in the camera. Points at himself, takes a shot. Punches in ĎDavidoví on the KEYPAD. Out comes a brand new pass. Bond goes to look in the dufflebag but... A PLANE is approaching...HE LOOKS UP. HIS P.O.V. A Russian military jet appears over the trees, flying low, its red landing lights blinking. EXT. AIRSTRIP - NIGHT A door opens on the sinister-looking plane. A hydraulic step unit folds out of it. A BIG SOLDIER with a machine gun waits in the doorway. BOND, standing at the edge of the runway, clips on his badge and picks up the briefcase. He has NO IDEA what heís walking into. BOND Here goes nothing. He hoists the dufflebag over his shoulder and walks out to the plane. He starts up the steps: THE SOLDIER POINTS HIS GUN DOWN AT HIM. Says something to him IN RUSSIAN. Bond pauses. And then, thinking, says: BOND Romashka. The soldier looks at him, then lowers his weapon. INT. PLANE Four soldiers. The first guy and a moustachioed PILOT and two young men, a nasty-looking private, cadaverously thin, and a big, thick-necked tough. They all look at Bond, expectantly, waiting for him to say or do...what? He decides to take the lead. He opens the briefcase and hands over the STACKS OF MONEY. The Pilot passes it out. But that isnít the end. They still stare at him. The Pilot says something IN RUSSIAN that sounds like...Ēwhereís the rest?Ē Bond swallows. Thinks, without showing it. He decides to OPEN THE DUFFLE BAG. He looks inside. Pauses, then reaches in and takes out...A BOX OF NIKE SHOES. The thin soldier smiles. Thatís the ticket. Bond hands out shoes to the rest of the guys. CUT TO: EXT. TEST FACILITY - KAZAKHSTAN - DAWN A red dawn. Dominating the landscape, a valley of weirdly- shaped rocks. To one side, an airstrip. The plane approaching. INT. PLANE - LANDING The three soldiers wear their new shoes and smoke and chat amongst themselves. Bond sits in the rear of the plane, which is dominated by heavily buffered receptacles, clearly awaiting some deadly cargo. There is Russian writing everywhere, and one symbol he clearly recognizes: DANGER - RADIOACTIVE. Bond looks out of the window. Beneath a huge MESA, a huddle of low buildings. They come to a stop near the end of the runway. A SMALL JEEP is driving out to them. One of the soldiers throws something to Bond. An ORANGE JUMPSUIT that says Miratom on the breast. He catches it. PILOT (subtitles) You have fifteen minutes. EXT. AIRSTRIP/VALLEY/TEST FACILITY - KAZAKHSTAN - DAWN Bond, in the orange overalls and wearing his ID tag, is driving with a Russian soldier through the weird rock valley - - KABOOM! A cloud of dust from a detonation rises up on the other side of the hill. EXT. TEST FACILITY - KAZAKHSTAN - DAY They turn the corner and see trucks marked IDA, several Kazakhstan army personal carriers, soldiers dotted around, IDA (International Decommissioning Agency) scientists and personnel quietly going about their business. A vast protective Ďbubbleí is inflated at the front of the building. INT. ĎBUBBLEí - TEST FACILITY - KAZAKHSTAN - DAY (CHRISTMAS JONESí) POV: The sound of breathing LOUD, weíre looking from inside the visor of a protective suit. Itís hard to tell whatís going on, but our hands are removing a sphere of cobalt blue plutonium from inside a corroding WARHEAD... EXT. FACILITY - SAME An officer eyes Bondís pass. COLONEL AKAKIEVICH (subtitles) You are late. The transport documents? Bond shows him the case. Akakievich examines the documents. COLONEL AKAKIEVICH (subtitles) They are waiting for you below. It should be ready. Check with the IDA physicist. He points toward the ďbubble.Ē Inside the transparent bubble, a protective-suited FIGURE finishes placing a blue PLUTONIUM CORE into a box. As Bond and the Colonel walks toward the bubble, the FIGURE steps out, still enveloped in the white protective suit. Moving fast, off comes the helmet to reveal a BEAUTIFUL AMERICAN GIRL. CHRISTMAS JONES is mid-twenties, shortish hair, hot right now. In one movement she unzips and steps out of the suit, revealing a khaki sports bra, cut-off shorts, heavy duty boots. A nasty-looking hunting knife strapped around her hips. She has a deep tan and an incredible figure. She grabs a bottle of water, guzzles. Bond tosses an arched brow to Akakievich, who nods bitterly, also unable to take his eyes off her. He spits on the floor and speaks in ENGLISH, so Christmas can hear. COLONEL AKAKIEVICH Not interested in men. Take my word for it. Akakievich isnít exactly what youíd call a looker. Bond offers a disappointed tut as Akakievich walks away. Christmas approaches. He notices her IDA tag -- and an incongruous PEACE TATTOO just above her hip. Sheís checking him out as well. CHRISTMAS You new? BOND (Russian accent) Yes. Viktor Davidov, Miss...? CHRISTMAS Doctor. Jones. Christmas Jones. No jokes, Iíve heard them all. BOND Donít know any doctor jokes. She is wary. Itís been a long time since a man this attractive stepped onto her beat. They walk toward the building. CHRISTMAS What happened to Len Tashka? BOND Couldnít make it. Splitting headache. CHRISTMAS The soldiers may give you a hard time. Whatever. If we werenít around, theyíd have their whole nuclear arsenal lying by the roadsides, rotting in the sun. Bond looks at the ominous radiation WARNING SIGNS. BOND Will I need protection? She squints at him, taken aback. CHRISTMAS Thereís no radiation danger down there. Bond turns to go, knowing he misstepped. Christmas then speaks to him, asking a question, IN RUSSIAN. CHRISTMAS (subtitles) Where is this stockpile going? Bond turns, answers IN PERFECT RUSSIAN. BOND (subtitles) To the nuclear facility at Penza 19. She nods. Watches him disappear into the building. INT. TEST CHAMBER MAIN ELEVATOR - MOMENTS LATER Bond descends, going down deep. INT. TEST CHAMBER ELEVATOR/CORRIDOR - LATER The elevator creaks to a halt. He slides the elevator doors OPEN revealing... TWO SOLDIERS waiting for the elevator. Bond shows them his ID. SOLDIER (subtitles) See the corporal, at the end of the chamber. The soldiers get into the elevator and disappear, leaving Bond completely ALONE. Dead silence in the shadows. Bondís in his element, that alert glint in his eye as he takes in his surroundings. HIS P.O.V. A long, dark corridor...leading off to a more open circle in the distance, lights and an ominous humming there. Bond starts down the passageway. INT. TEST CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS Ahead of Bond, like a deadly spider at the centre of a web, a NUCLEAR BOMB suspended over a pit. Blast openings range around to channel its fury to measuring equipment. Bond is alone with the bomb. An eerie moment. Then, he comes to notice a figure, across the expanse of the pit, on the opposite side of the catwalk, a man, with his back to him, in Russian Army fatigues. BOND Corporal? The man turns... IT IS RENARD. He smiles. RENARD I see my friend Davidov ran into some difficulty. BOND Indeed. Renard starts toward him. Bond draws his gun. BOND Donít come any closer. MAN You canít kill me. Iím already dead. He and Bond face off, the malevolent bomb between them, a ROBOT DEVICE beginning to lower it into the pit. RENARD Go ahead. Shoot. My men will still steal the bomb, and the shot will bring them directly to you. Renard gestures into the pit. BONDíS P.O.V. TWO OF RENARDíS MEN in the pit, unaware of what is happening above, working directly with the bomb. One of them is using a manual...IT IS JUST LIKE THE STOLEN REPORT, the Miratom seal in the corner. Bond aims his gun at Renardís head. BOND Whoís paying you to destroy the pipeline? Renard resumes walking, around the catwalk at the edge of the pit, toward Bond, slowly, surely, totally fearless. RENARD To die by a man who canít even grasp what heís caught up in... Bond, out of the corner of his eye, sees Renardís man remove a SMALL DEVICE from inside the bomb. It is the size and shape of a credit card, black, with shiny transistors on it...the man slips it into his pocket. BOND Revenge isnít so hard to fathom. Whatís clever is getting someone else to pay for it. RENARD Not many people in this world have that kind of fortune. Bond cocks the pistol. BOND Who is it? RENARD You think I fear death? I welcome it. I get on my knees and pray for it. You, on the other hand, you have something to live for, no? (closer now) Sheís beautiful isnít she? You should have seen her before. Flawless, and still so innocent, not such a whore in bed... Bondís eyes flare in fury. He shoves Renard into the wall and presses the gun to his temple. BOND You will never touch her. You will never get near her. RENARD Have you forgotten who saved your life in Geneva? BOND Consider me ungrateful. RENARD Itís I who should thank you -- for taking that money back to MI-6. So distressing for M. An explosion inside her lair. BOND Sheíll get over it. RENARD You even brought the plane for us. We really couldnít have done it without you. Bond strikes him across the temple with his pistol. Renard drops to his knees. He touches his temple, looks at the blood curiously, feeling no pain. RENARD A man tires of being executed. As Bond screws a silencer onto the muzzle of his gun: RENARD But then again...There is no point in living if you canít...feel alive. Bond knows that, heís heard it somewhere before...IT FREEZES HIM, just a beat, but it is enough... SUDDENLY, the noise of footsteps -- CHRISTMAS JONES, with COLONEL AKAKIEVICH and two armed soldiers. Weíre with them as they turn the corner of the passageway and see Bond with silenced pistol aimed at the kneeling Renard -- classic execution stance: COLONEL AKAKIEVICH (to Bond) Drop your gun. BOND Keep away, Colonel. The soldiersí guns are trained on Bond. CHRISTMAS He is an impostor. (clutching a printout) Thereís no Davidov at Miratom. BOND Hereís your imposter. Heís paid off the men on the plane outside. Theyíre not taking the bomb to any Russian facility, theyíre flying it wherever he tells them. Christmas is listening, but Akakievich cocks his rifle. COLONEL AKAKIEVICH (to Bond) I said drop it. And he means business. Bond delays ... but has no choice. He pulls the clip from his gun, tosses it down. RENARD (to Christmas) Well done -- he would have killed us all. I suppose you (to Akakievich) were you the one who allowed him down? Colonel Akakievich looks suitably stung. But Renard is looking past him now, as with a quiet WHIRR, the BOMB raises into view on a trolley. Renardís team is ready to move. RENARD (to Akakievich) Take him away, I donít want him around as we move the bomb. (whispered, to Bond) You had me. I knew you couldnít shoulder the responsibility... And Renard jams his hand onto Bondís shoulder, squeezing his collar-bone hard... Pain jolts through Bond, he drops to his knees in agony. He shoves Bond down. Bondís hand goes to his shoulder, his mind now racing -- how did he know to hurt him there? Renardís men start to maneuver the bomb toward the curving passageway. Itís all too much for Colonel Akakievich: COLONEL AKAKIEVICH No -- the bomb does not go anywhere until I am satisfied. All of you to the surface, now... Renard stops and turns. Bond sees him nod to two of his men: one quietly slopes off down the tunnel. The other innocently opens a container... INT. CONTAINER Camera shows the INSIDE of the containerís lid; the man releases a false lining to reveal several MACHINE GUNS... INT. TEST CHAMBER - DAY RENARD (urgent now) Very well, Colonel. We will all go up. One of Colonel Akakievichís men gestures with his gun that Bond should get up. Knowing itís now or never, Bond PUSHES him away, yanks a PISTOL from his holster, GRABS Christmas, LEAPS down into the bomb PIT just as RENARDíS MEN open fire... Akakievich dies straight away. So do two of his men. The gunfire RICOCHETS around the chamber and ceases. Renard hangs back. His radio crackles a message: RENARD (nods, into radio) Shut them. THE GUY ON THE OTHER END OF THE RADIO Right next to the ELEVATOR. He turns a switch that activates two sets of red buttons and two sets of green. He punches one green button... INSIDE TEST CHAMBER Heavy doors close all exits but that to the tunnel. INT. THE PIT Bond and Christmas know they are being sealed in. CHRISTMAS Melt-down doors. If he gets them closed, they wonít be opened again for forty- eight years. Bond peers over the edge -- sees Renard and his men working the nuclear device into THE PASSAGEWAY. INT. THE PIT If Bond doesnít get through now, theyíre trapped forever. He points his wrist watch toward the cat walk above and presses a button...THE TINY GRAPPLING HOOK shoots out, Qís super filament wire that can hold up to 800 pounds is attached...Bond uses the rope to RAPPEL UP THE SIDES OF THE PIT and into INT. TEST CHAMBER Where he LEAPS ON TOP OF Renardís last man. They fall THROUGH THE IRIS, it SHUTS behind them. The man swings his machine gun at Bond -- it hits the wall next to him, breaks apart. Bond grabs a broken section and kills him with one strike. He pauses at his dead body and reaches into his jacket, retrieving...THE CARD-LIKE DEVICE. INT. PIT Christmas looks around, desperate to help. Using Bondís wire, she climbs up to the CLOSED IRIS DOOR. She pries open a panel next to it and reveals complex WIRING... INT. PASSAGEWAY Up ahead of Bond, the bomb disappears down the passageway. He can see it is attached to A PULLEY above, helping the men to move quickly, Renard, pulling, the two men pushing Renard signals one of them to drop back to cut off Bond... Machine-gun fire turns the wall next to Bond to dust -- Bond dives to a recess. An overhead LIGHT SHATTERS. His section of the tunnel darkens. INT. PASSAGEWAY - BONDíS END Bond looks up at the broken LIGHT. Takes careful aim at the next one along. BLAM. It disintegrates. Again... INT. PASSAGEWAY - RENARDíS END The other guy answers with another spray of bullets. Watches uneasily as Bond takes out light after light. A funnel of darkness coming to swallow him -- concealing Bondís approach. Nervous, he fires, muzzle flash and sparks illuminating the void. To keep it lit, he keeps firing... INT. PASSAGEWAY WITH BOND as the bullets cease with a loud CLICK... What Bond was waiting for. He moves. The gunman frozen in the light, grappling to fit another clip -- BLAM! He goes down. Bond not wasting bullets. INT. OTHER END OF PASSAGEWAY Renard is loading the bomb it into the ELEVATOR. He flicks a switch on the panel by the elevator. The IRIS starts closing on Bond... INT. PASSAGEWAY Bond rushes for the door -- but heís shocked as the man he shot lunges. Clings to him. Bond hits him away, he LEAPS for the cart blocking his way and SHOVES IT INTO THE IRIS DOOR just as it almost closes... Bond squeezes through... INT. OTHER SIDE OF IRIS Renard is getting in the ELEVATOR. Sees Bond made it, fires. Bond rolls into a corner. RENARD We have our fireworks. Now you can have yours. And he machine-guns some barrels. Rocket fuel spills out. He digs a finger into one of the holes, effortlessly rips the metal so more fuel cascades out. CUT TO: INT. CATWALK ABOVE PIT Christmas cuts some wires together and with a hum, her IRIS DOOR OPENS... AT THE ELEVATOR Bond fires at Renard, hitting his shin... WITH RENARD looking down at his shin, noticing the blood. Inconvenienced but not in pain. He shuts the cage doors. Pauses only to fire off half a clip at the SWITCH PANEL. Shreds it. Bond leaps to his feet, racing forward, firing -- gets to the elevator as Renard disappears upwards with a smile. He POINTS DOWN...underneath him... Bond looks down. HIS P.O.V. BENEATH THE ELEVATOR...A makeshift explosive device...sticks of dynamite wrapped around a detonator, set to explode Eyes wide, Bond looks back to the doors -- then to the switch panel -- now just a chaos of sparking wires. INT. LIFT SHAFT The pipe bomb ticking... INT. PASSAGEWAY BY ELEVATOR Bond is trapped. He looks up... THE PULLEY HOOK HANGS DOWN... He jumps up, grabbing it, just as... KABOOM! The bomb ignites the spilled oil, A FIREBALL shoots along, scorching after Bond, who is SAILING THROUGH THE PASSAGE WAY, the force of the blast sending him hurling down the passageway ON THE PULLEY...heading straight for: A CLOSED IRIS DOOR which miraculously begins to OPEN as he SHOOTS THROUGH... Ahead, the next door is OPEN as well. He sees CHRISTMAS on the other side... HER P.O.V. Bond hurtling toward her, ahead of a MASSIVE FIREBALL... BOND Close the door! Close the door! But before she can, two of the FUEL BARRELS HURTLE through the closing iris, clattering into the pit, starting a fire below. Flames licking up the sides of the pit toward them. Bond looks up, sees the ARM OF THE ROBOT LIFTER, stretching upward toward an old SHAFT t the top of the ceiling... He and Christmas scramble up the robot arm, walk along the spider-like web that supported the bomb and find... AN OLD ELEVATOR...powered by a hydraulic system... They get in...hear the rumbling of the fire below...the old elevator moves slowly...the rumbling grows louder... BOND Shame you had to spot I wasnít the real thing. CHRISTMAS So who are you? BOND Bond -- Bond FIRES HIS GUN at the hissing hydraulic pulleys and... THE ELEVATOR shoots through the shaft at breakneck speed as BELOW THEM...THE PIT EXPLODES... INT. ELEVATOR Fire shoots up. Bond lunges to cover Christmas. As the smoke clears: BOND (finishing) James Bond. CUT TO: EXT. MESA - TEST FACILITY - KAZAKHSTAN - CONTINUOUS Christmas and Bond climb out of the duct. Through a cloud of dust he can see people running about, panicked. Thereís been some shooting -- fresh corpses litter the ground. Bond looks past them to a plane coming this way. The plane. It roars past, level with them. He follows it with his eyes, helpless as it gets smaller and smaller... CHRISTMAS They wonít get far. Every warhead has a locator card. A Miratom device. Emits a high-pitched signal on Russian emergency frequencies. We can track the bomb. BOND With this? Bond removes the locator card from his jacket and shows it to her. It flashes in the sun. Christmas shakes her head, disgusted. OMITTED 170 - 172 DISSOLVE: INT. BRIEFING ROOM, CASTLE THANE (MI-6 HQ) - DAY Busy. Analysts huddle over monitors showing satellite images, trying to track the plane. M Do we have the range of Renardís plane? TANNER Anywhere in this circle. Iran, Iraq, Pakistan, Syria, Afghanistan... M Marvellous. Moneypenny enters... MONEYPENNY Elektra King is calling from Baku. M is surprised. MONEYPENNY Itís a video line. M Put her on the wide screen. The face of ELEKTRA materializes on a large WALL MONITOR. ELEKTRA Iím sorry. I would never call you except...Bondís disappeared. He...he left my villa, some time in the middle of the night and... M exchanges a look with Tanner. ELEKTRA My head of security has been found near a local airstrip, murdered... M leans on the console in front of her. M Iíll send someone out. ELEKTRA Could...could you come? M looks up. ELEKTRA, on the monitor, looks about as lost as she ever has. ELEKTRA I just canít help thinking...Iím next. M stares at the girlís face, her whole sordid history written there. M turns away from the screen and says to Tanner... M Get me out there. OMITTED:174 - 201 EXT. ELEKTRAíS VILLA, BAKU - STORM APPROACHING Elektraís villa against blue-black storm clouds, the Caspian choppy, wind blowing. INT. ELEKTRAíS VILLA - BAKU - DAY Elektra works in her fatherís STUDY, illuminated by a halo of light from a single desk lamp. Pictures of her grandfather and father stare down at her from the walls. The wind BLOWS A WINDOW open. She gets up, crosses the room, shutting the window. She stands there, listening to the silence and then... SHE HEARS A THUD. A strange, unsettling thud. She listens, a long time, to the silence. ELEKTRA Gabor...? She goes to the door, opens it...it whines on its hinges. She steps into... INT. LIBRARY A big room lined with books. Three french doors lead out to a balcony. She walks a few paces in... THE DOOR SHUTS BEHIND HER, she whirls... GABOR, propped up behind the door, stares, wide-eyed, before he FALLS TO THE FLOOR. Elektra gasps, she turns again... A DARK FIGURE LOOMS, a shadow against the windows. He moves forward, his face becoming visible...ITíS BOND. ELEKTRA James! She stares at him, shocked, hesitant. BOND You look surprised. She moves to Gabor, gets down to help him. He stirs, he is alive, but unconscious. Elektra looks up at Bond. ELEKTRA Whatís wrong with you? Are you crazy? BOND A little. Does it matter? After all, whatís the point of living if you canít feel alive? Isnít that right, Elektra? Isnít that your motto? ELEKTRA What are you talking about? BOND Or did you steal it from your old friend Renard? ELEKTRA ...what? BOND We had a run-in, he and I. He knew about us, he knew about my shoulder, he knew exactly where to hurt me... Elektra stands...she begins to tremble. ELEKTRA Are you saying...Renard is the man whoís trying to kill me? BOND You can drop the act, itís over. ELEKTRA I donít know what youíre talking about! BOND I think you do. He walks toward her, threatening... BOND At MI-6 we call it Stockholm Syndrome. Itís common in kidnappings. A young impressionable victim. Sheltered, sexually inexperienced. A powerful kidnapper skilled in torture, in manipulation. Something snaps in the victimís mind. The captive falls in love with her captor. At the word ďlove,Ē Elektra explodes. She SLAPS an unsuspecting Bond hard across the face. ELEKTRA How dare you! How dare you! That animal!? That monster!? He disgusts me! You disgust me! So he knew where to hurt you, is that it? You had a sling on your arm at the funeral! I didnít have to sleep with you to find that out. BOND He used your exact words. ELEKTRA You knew. You knew all the time, that he was out there, that he was coming for me, and you lied. You used me, you used me as bait. You made love to me -- what, to pass the time as you waited for him to strike? He has no answer. He canít deny what she says. The phone rings, cuts through the tension. Bond and Elektra staring at one another. She lets it ring... Then picks up. Listens, looks to Bond. ELEKTRA Heís struck again. (beat) Five men are dead at the pipeline. He moves toward her. BOND Iím coming with you. ELEKTRA You do what you have to do, but Iíve called in M. Sheís en route from London even now. CUT TO: EXT. PIPELINE CONTROL CENTER, TURKEY - DAY The MI-6 chopper lands. We can see M through the window. Face set hard. EXT. PIPELINE CONTROL CENTER, TURKEY - MOMENTS LATER SCIENTIFIC, MILITARY and TURKISH POLICE VEHICLES parked around a medium-sized industrial plant. Bond accompanies M and Tanner toward a clutch of offices. All around, SOLDIERS, IDA personnel, POLICE scour the area. M (to Bond) Glad to see youíve turned up. He is moving fast, talking fast -- a sense of urgency. BOND They hit about 90 minutes ago. Thereís a scientist here from the International Decommissioning Agency, Dr. Jones. She has ten crews combing the area. They step out of the bright sunlight and into EXT.\INT. CONTROL CENTRE - CONTINUOUS FIVE BODY BAGS are being carried out by soldiers. M surveys the scene; in an unlit corridor CHRISTMAS JONES and several men sweep the area with CLICKING Geiger counters. ELEKTRA is a distance away, listening to a Turkish policeman explain whatís happening. She nods acknowledgement to M. Tanner senses that Bond wants to talk to M alone: TANNER Iíll see how theyíre coming with the power... They watch him go. M turns to Bond: M You had your hand on the bomb and you let Renard get away with it. He draws her away, to a small alcove. Takes something out of his jacket...THE LOCATOR CARD. BOND The report King bought. Itís a manual. Renardís men used it to remove this radio tracking device from the warhead. M Then Robert was right about a Russian connection. BOND Theyíre getting their weapons from the Russians, but where are they getting the money to buy the weapons? I canít help thinking...the person close to King, the one who switched that pin... M The inside man? BOND Is maybe...the inside woman. NOW THE LIGHTS POWER UP, disrupt the intimacy and intensity of their exchange. The room is lined with MONITORS and a huge SATELLITE MAP of the pipelineís meandering path. M A woman? But before he can speak, ELEKTRA calls out, gesturing to A DIM LIGHT flashing on a console in front of her. ELEKTRA Thatís not right. A Technician comes over. Tanner too, followed by Bond and M. TANNER What is it? ELEKTRA Itís an observation and repair rig. Travels along the pipe, checks for broken seals. But itís not supposed to be there. BOND (thinks) Stop it. The Technician flicks two switches. The light continues to flash. Confused, he tries others. No change. TECHNICIAN I donít understand... M Where is the rig? Harried, the Technician activates the wall schematic of the pipeline. A pulse of light travels along the line. And with it, a sense of horror descends... M The parcelís in the post. TANNER Itís heading for the oil terminal. M Where it can do the most damage. ELEKTRA My God. (to one of her men) Have the terminal evacuated. The man gets on the phone... BOND (to Tech) Speed? TECHNICIAN Full on. Seventy miles an hour. He punches buttons. Christmas has come, stands next to Bond. TECHNICIAN One hundred and six miles from the terminal. BOND (quick) Itíll reach the other end in seventy- eight minutes. (to Tech) Any more of these rigs? The Technician checks his records, looks up, nods. TECHNICIAN Thereís one parked in the passageway ahead of it. Decisive, Christmas heads for the door, turns to her team: CHRISTMAS Iíll need some help... Her IDA colleagues look sheepish. Bond moves to her. BOND Come on. For just a moment, Christmas looks wary: BOND Unless youíd like to see my ID first. She almost smiles. M nods to Tanner to follow them. Bond doesnít look at Elektra. But she watches him go... CUT TO: EXT. HELICOPTER - DAY The MI-6 helicopter swoops along the pipeline... Tanner is beside the pilot. Bond and Christmas in the back. They look at one another, the danger ahead melting the frost between them. INT. PIPELINE - LATER Bond and Christmas climb through an access hatch down onto the electric RIG. Its lights blaze fifty yards into the tunnel. Then darkness. Christmas takes the driverís spot, Bond the rear, nearest to the approaching BOMB. Tanner leans in: TANNER (sealing them in) Good luck. Bonds nods, checks his watch. Christmas looks nervously down the pipe. BOND Be one along any minute. And she starts the machine off... INT. ELECTRIC RIG - PIPELINE (TRAVELLING) It quickly picks up speed, its lights flooding the seemingly endless pipe before them. Christmas looks behind, apprehensive. Waiting for the lights of the explosive rig. Itís tense. They travel along, expectant... BOND When this is over we should bury the hatchet. Celebrate. A champagne dinner? CHRISTMAS When this is over our bodies may be blown to smithereens. BOND Alright then, brunch. His lightness relaxes her, she appreciates it. INT. COMMAND ROOM - PIPELINE CONTROL CENTRE - CONTINUOUS Elektra, M, and others. The room is crowded with concerned personnel. M watches the two blips on the schematic getting closer together. One of her MEN approaches, a radio in his ear. RADIO MAN Tanner reports Bond is headed for the rendezvous. M Excellent. Evacuate Miss King and the others. ELEKTRA You can evacuate my workers, but Iím not going anywhere. M looks at her, then nods, impressed by her courage. INT. PIPELINE (TRAVELLING) - DAY Bond and Christmas waiting expectantly. Tense silence. Finally, a WHOOSHING NOISE, GETTING LOUDER. Lights appear behind, reflecting on a bend, then... here it comes, the rig tearing through the pipe. Bond looks over his shoulder at Christmasí speedometer...sheís only at fifty... BOND Faster! Get our speed up! Christmas presses forward...Bond turns, his feet OUT toward the approaching rig...the lights getting closer... closer... Bondís rig jolts as the other makes contact. He cushions the blow with his feet. Both rigs moving together now, he CLIMBS ONTO THE BOMB RIG...Puts out a hand, helps Christmas across. The bomb sits there, daunting, deadly. CHRISTMAS Tactical fission device. Low yield. They look at one another, then set straight to work. INT. COMMAND ROOM - PIPELINE CONTROL CENTRE - CONTINUOUS The room is quiet, tense. M and her two men, Elektra, Gabor, the King TECHNICIAN and three armed security guards at the doors. They are the only ones left. Going down with the ship...if it goes. M and Elektra watch the two lights now together on the console. A tense silence. Everyoneís edgy. Elektra perhaps a little more than the rest. She exchanges a glance with Gabor. INT. ELECTRIC RIG - PIPELINE (TRAVELLING) - DAY CLOSE INSIDE THE BOMB: the timer. 1:45 MINUTES. Bondís face betrays the difficulty of what theyíre attempting. The digital clock ticks down... 1:30, 1:29... OMITTED 217-218 INT. PIPELINE - DAY The rigs speed through the tunnel. Nothing to see. But WHOOSH! As the rigs hurtle past... INT. ELECTRIC RIG - PIPELINE (TRAVELLING) - DAY The pipe suddenly dips. They cling on as the machine bucks like a rollercoaster. Back on a straight... Her brow furrows. CHRISTMAS The plutonium is missing. Theyíve taken the core! BOND Then itís no longer a bomb? CHRISTMAS (back to work, urgent) Itís a bomb alright. Weíre still dead if the trigger charge goes off... Bondís mind races in the ghostly light of the tunnel. He stares at the timer: 0:44, 0:43... Makes a decision. BOND Let it blow. Christmas shoots a look, astonished. CHRISTMAS But we can stop it. Taking her arm... BOND Let it blow. She canít believe what heís saying. His eyes shoot to an INSPECTION HATCH the lights illuminate up ahead. BOND Trust me. Leave it. He grabs her, wrenches her away from the bomb. INT. PIPELINE - DAY The rig zooms past the exit hatch -- Bond leaps off, taking her with him. They tumble along the pipe. Agile, Bond springs to his feet, pulls her up. They run like hell for the hatch, into the darkness... EXT. PIPELINE - DAY The pipeline. A long beat, then... KABOOM!! A section of the pipe explodes, debris rocketing in every direction. As the smoke clears we see a fifty yard section of pipe has been destroyed. OMIT 223 INT. PIPELINE CONTROL CENTER - SAME On the consoles, red concentric circles pulse outward from the point of impact, emitting one, monotone BEEP.... The watchers are frozen, stunned, shocked. Gabor, a radio earpiece in his ear, reports information. GABOR It wasnít nuclear...the bomb was a dud. The trigger charge blew out a fifty yard section of pipeline... M And Bond? An agonizing beat. The alarm beep sputters and dies. GABOR Nothing. M and Elektra share a look. ELEKTRA Do you think heís dead? M canít answer. She shakes her head. M We just have to wait. M shifts. The hi-tech room is eerily lit by the pulsing red lights on every screen, showing the explosion. ELEKTRA (to M) I have a gift for you. Something that belonged to my father. He would have wanted you to have it. M feels uneasy. M Perhaps this isnít the time... ELEKTRA Please. She hands M a small box. M unties the ribbon. ELEKTRA He often spoke of how...compassionately you advised him on the best course of action during my kidnapping. M opens the box. It is THE EYE OF THE GLENS...the heirloom pin, the original. ELEKTRA Itís very valuable, you know. I just couldnít let it explode with the rest of him. M looks up, horrified, when: GABOR AND ANOTHER SECURITY MAN SHOOT MíS TWO GUARDS IN THE HEAD...point blank, cold blood. The men fall. M looks back at Elektra, a blood-curdling glare. ELEKTRA (to her men) Take her to the chopper. EXT. PIPELINE - DAY From on high we follow the snaking pipeline ... until it disappears in a VAST, SMOULDERING BOMB CRATER. Beyond, the pipeline continues unperturbed. Two TINY FIGURES on the banks of the crater. CLOSE ON THEM Bond and Christmas, very much alive. Sheís angry. CHRISTMAS What the hell were you doing? You nearly killed us! BOND I did kill us. She thinks weíre dead. And she thinks she got away with it. CHRISTMAS What the hell are you talking about? BOND Itís part of some plan. She dresses it up like a terrorist attack. The explosion covers up the theft of the plutonium. CHRISTMAS Whoís she? BOND Elektra King. CHRISTMAS Elektra King? Are you insane? This is her pipeline. BOND Makes her look even more innocent. CHRISTMAS (skeptical) What would she want with weapons grade plutonium? BOND I was hoping you could tell me. Christmas stares at him. Wheels turning. CHRISTMAS You steal an old bomb, small by todayís standards, about the size of the one that destroyed Nagasaki, take the plutonium core out of it, intending to use it... (beat) To make a bigger, better bomb. Theyíre both chilled by the thought. CHRISTMAS I have to get after that core. This is my ass. She starts fiddling with the radio. Suddenly thereís a CRACKLE. TANNER Tanner to 007, do you read? Bond grabs the radio. BOND Loud and clear. I have to speak to M. TANNER Sheís gone. BOND What? TANNER Sheís disappeared. And two of our men have been killed. It impacts on Bond. His eyes harden. CHRISTMAS What is it? BOND She just upped the stakes. All her chips are on the table now. And Mís life is part of the bet. He looks out at the long stretch of pipeline, like a deadly snake with the world for its bed. BOND I know I promised you champagne, but would you settle for caviar? CUT TO: EXT. MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - ISTANBUL - TWILIGHT A boat puts in at an ancient tower in the middle of a vast body of water (in fact, the Bosphorus). Renard disembarks with several of his retinue, heavily laden with bags and cases. They enter the tower... INT. MAIDENíS TOWER - CONTINUOUS A fantastic space: stained glass windows cast myriad patterns over elaborate tile and marble surfaces. Pillars, iron lattices, velvet drapes and flowers embroider the huge room. As they enter, Elektra swoops across the floor and into Renardís arms. He holds her. She pushes him away. ELEKTRA Youíre hurting me. He senses something different between them. She tries to hide it. ELEKTRA Brought me something? He smiles, grabs a case off one of his men, opens it up, pulls out a sphere of cobalt blue metal. She looks at it with wary fascination. RENARD Go on. Itís safe. Touch your destiny. She traces a finger along the metal. A flicker of wonder: ELEKTRA Warm. RENARD (pointed) Is it? Sheís sensitive to his buried frustration: ELEKTRA Iíve brought something for you as well. INT. ROOM - MAIDENíS TOWER - MOMENTS LATER Elektra opens a heavy door, she and Renard past through to... A SMALL ROOM...a window set in the stone on one side. The other side is divided off by a WALL OF BARS, creating a cell which now contains: M The cell is bare, except for a camp bed in the corner. M betrays no fear. A quiet defiance burns in her. ELEKTRA Just as I promised. Renard steps forward. Bars separate him from M. RENARD My executioner. M Over-praise, Iím afraid. But my people will finish the job. ELEKTRA Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot just like you left me. You and my father. He didnít think my life was worth the chump change he spent on a day at the stock market. M Your father... ELEKTRA Is nothing. His kingdom he stole from my mother. The kingdom I will rightly take back. Elektra leaves. Renard is left alone with M. M Sheís insane. Is that what you did to her? RENARD No. Iím afraid it is what you did. He crosses close to the bars. RENARD When I took her she was...promise itself. So clever, so vibrant, so...full of life force. And you left her there, at the mercy of a man like me. You ruined her. For what? To get to me? She is worth fifty of me. M For once, I agree with you. He shakes his head, amused by her pluck. M So she used all that brilliance to get revenge on her father, on me. RENARD No. I wanted you. I wanted you for myself. He takes something out of his pocket. A small TRAVEL CLOCK. He sets it. RENARD Since you sent your man to kill me, I have been watching time tick slowly away, marching inevitably toward my own death. Watch these hands, M. At noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you...I will not miss. You will die. Along with everyone in this city and the future of the West. He places the clock on a tall stool, just out of reach through her bars. He leaves. We hold on the clock: Eight p.m. EXT. CITY OF WALKWAYS - BAKU - DUSK (OLD SC. 174) Valentin Zukovsky in the back of his chauffeured Rolls Royce... We PULL BACK, to take in an amazing sight: the car is on a network of raised walkways and platforms that extends as far as the eye can see. A decaying legacy of the Soviet years. EXT. CAVIAR FISHERY - CITY OF WALKWAYS - DUSK (OLD SC.175) Zukovsky limps purposefully away from his Rolls along a walkway leading to a Beluga fishery built over the water. INT. CAVIAR FISHERY - CITY OF WALKWAYS - DUSK (OLD SC.176) Nailed on the battered old door, the lid of a caviar jar, a label illustrated with a LINE DRAWING OF ZUKOVSKY. Zukovsky opens the door and finds himself... Staring straight down Bondís pistol. Bond and Christmas are silhouetted by the gold dusk light. At their feet lies one of Zukovskyís workers. ZUKOVSKY What are doing, Bond? Trying to impress this innocent thing? BOND Sheís no innocent. This is my nuclear consultant. ZUKOVSKY Ah, I see. A purely...plutonic relationship. Hands held clear of his body, Zukovsky enters, his evening dress decidedly out of place here. ZUKOVSKY Really Bond, couldnít you find a nice Russian scientist with hair growing out of his ears? BOND Whatís your business with Elektra King? ZUKOVSKY I thought you were the one in her business. BOND She dropped a million and half dollars to the House -- your House. And you didnít even bat an eyelid. She was paying you off. What for? ZUKOVSKY As ever you are the spy who has to see a plot wherever he looks. Bond SLAMS Zukovsky hard against a vat of caviar. Wood splits, roe spills onto the floor. Zukovsky is appalled. ZUKOVSKY That is 5,000 dollars of Beluga ruined! BOND You are out of your league. Sheís working with Renard. Christmas moves in, intense but firm: CHRISTMAS Theyíve stolen a nuclear device. A subtle change in Zukovskyís countenance. BOND Tell us what you know, Zukovsky. Tell us, before its too late. But it may be already: The SOUND OF A HELICOPTER. Zukovsky frowns, the SOUND GETTING LOUDER -- Bond is the first to move as -- INT. CAVIAR FISHERY - NIGHT (OLD SC. 177) -- wood suddenly splinters everywhere -- the wall and roof tear open behind them - GIANT VERTICALLY-SUSPENDED SAWS RIP THROUGH, just missing them. THE SPINNING TEETH (OLD SC. 178) The blades churn through the corrugated roof, spraying CAVIAR everywhere. EXT. CAVIAR FISHERY - CITY OF WALKWAYS (OLD SC. 179) Bond BURSTS OUT OF THE BUILDING...Zukovsky and his guards and even the chauffeur are firing at the chopper... EXT. RAMP TO LOWER WALKWAY (OLD SC. 180) Bond makes for his BMW, running down a flight of steps, onto a lower walkway when...THE SECTION AHEAD OF HIM EXPLODES...the second chopper above hitting its mark with a thrown grenade. Bond is trapped by the fire and smoke, the only way out is ALONG THE PIPELINES...he runs along a narrow section of pipe and then JUMPS DOWN to another walkway. The PIPES are now above him...the chopperís relentless saws CUT THROUGH THE PIPE...GAS JETS OUT...Bond HURLS HIMSELF up a stairway. INT. CAVIAR FISHERY Zukovsky and Christmas watch in horror as Chopper One blades away more roof above them. EXT. LOWER WALKWAY Bond takes something out of his pocket, a remote control device...he presses some buttons...HIS CAR COMES TO LIFE...lights on, it drives toward him. He rushes to meet it. Chopper Two follows behind Bond, slicing up the walkway just behind him. Bond gets to the car and JUMPS IN as the chopper veers away. INT. CAR Bond activates his missile device as he watches Chopper Two pass behind the factory. Suddenly thereís a huge roar behind him as the blades from Chopper One RIP THROUGH THE ROOF, SLICING HIS CAR IN HALF. But Bond is undeterred. He sets off the missile toward the disappearing Chopper One. EXT. CHOPPER A DIRECT HIT. Chopper One explodes and falls onto the walkway setting the scene ablaze. EXT. WALKWAYS - SAME Zukovsky and Christmas see the explosion, then see Chopper Two dropped FOUR ARMED MEN onto a nearby walkway. The men make their way toward the factory, firing at the guards. Zukovsky and Christmas are forced inside. ANGLE ON BOND Who sees the danger to the others and runs off along the walkways back to the factory. The Chopper follows him, shooting. Bond outruns it, until, ahead of him A GRENADE EXPLODES, destroying the walkway and hurling Bond into the water. EXT. FACTORY The gunfight continues as the armed men take out Zukovskyís guards. Then, two of the assailants follow ZUKOVSKY and CHRISTMAS into... INT. FACTORY - NIGHT The chauffeur is shot and killed. The gunmen then turn their attention to Zukovsky and Christmas, when suddenly BOND APPEARS through a trap door in the floor boards. Bond shoots one of the gunmen, then fires on the other... Zukovsky grabs Christmas and they make their escape Bond sees a third gunman firing from the basement and takes him out. EXT. WALKWAYS - SAME Zukovsky and Christmas make a dash for Zukovskyís Rolls. They dive in...Zukovsky rams the car into reverse...behind him, A CHOPPER SLICES the walkway to smithereens...Zukovsky canít stop it as the car leaps backward and into THE WATER BELOW.... INT. FACTORY Bond finishes off the remaining two armed men in a furious gunfight and exits. EXT. WALKWAYS - SAME Bond sees Zukovsky and Christmas swimming to safety. The chopper bears down on him. He leaps back to whatís left of the building, picks up a flare gun. He jumps down to a walkway at water level and cranks open a rusted GAS JET...he then waits for the Chopper to line up over it as it approaches Bond for the kill.... Bond fires the flare gun... THE GAS EXPLODES! The Chopper tries to pull away, but itís too late. The flames engulf it, igniting a fireball. IN THE WATER Zukovsky pulls himself back onto a walkway and heads for the factory, but speeding at him are to FREE-FLYING SAW BLADES from the chopper that has just exploded! OMITTED 231S to 231Z EXT. WALKWAY Zukovsky dives away -- into a CAVIAR PIT. The saws embed in the cabin behind him. The caviar pit is like sinking sand, deep -- heís going under. Flounders, trying to cling to a crate blown in there by the explosion. Then he looks in horror: EXT. SIDE OF CAVIAR PIT (OLD SC. 199) POV ZUKOVSKY: Bond appearing at the edge of the caviar pit, dragging himself up, soaking wet. Heís holding another harpoon gun. Points it directly at Zukovsky. This time he really means business. EXT. CAVIAR PIT/SIDE (OLD SC. 200) Zukovsky, on the point of being swallowed by the caviar, clawing at the crate. Bond, steely eyed, cold: BOND Now...where were we? ZUKOVSKY A rope! BOND No. The truth! (beat) She thought I was dead -- those blades were meant for you. What do you know that she would kill you for? Zukovsky is sinking. ZUKOVSKY I donít know what youíre talking -- Zukovsky sees Christmas appear beside Bond: ZUKOVSKY Help me, donít let me drown. She looks to Bond -- sees heís serious. BOND (to Zukovsky) Youíre in this thing up to your neck. Zukovsky sinks alarmingly -- he talks rapidly, staccato: ZUKOVSKY Alright, alright! Sometimes I smuggle machinery for her. Russian stuff. BOND And the payoff on the tables? ZUKOVSKY A special job. A...a...a submarine. CHRISTMAS What? ZUKOVSKY To haul some cargo. My nephew, he is Captain of a sub in the Black Sea Fleet. BOND Whereís the sub going?! ZUKOVSKY No! Get me out! BOND This is too big for even you. Where is it? ZUKOVSKY This is a family matter! If my nephew is in danger, we do it my way, or nothing! Now get me out! But he looks more worried than ever as Bond takes aim with the harpoon gun -- squeezes the trigger. ZUKOVSKY No! Bond! CHRISTMAS (alarmed) Bond! Bond fires. Zukovsky YELLS as the HARPOON SHOOTS TOWARD HIM. It takes him a moment to realize he hasnít been hit -- the harpoon splintering the crate, just missing him. He clings to the crate, exhausted, as Bond and Christmas drag him to safety. CHRISTMAS Commander Bond, you are dangerous, unpredictable, and a hothead. He just looks at her. CHRISTMAS But then again, explosive devices are my specialty. Zukovsky scowls, wet, angry, looking from his ruined suit to the devastation that was once his caviar factory as, behind him, walkways CREAK, teeter, and CRASH into the sea. ZUKOVSKY So. My way. No MI-6, no Interpol. Just you, me and my people. BOND Where? ZUKOVSKY Istanbul. OMITTED:233 INT/EXT. BALCONY/MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - NIGHT Beyond iron balustrades we see one of the most fabulous views in the world -- on one side the still waters of the Golden Horn, on the other, the dancing waves of the unsheltered Bosphorus -- and in between, the tumbling roofs, soaring minarets and crouching mosques of the Pera district. RENARD scans the water with night-vision binoculars. EXT. BOSPHORUS - NIGHT - HIS GREEN POV: A SUPERTANKER churns along... ADJUST ANGLE The CAMERA SINKS BENEATH THE WAVES, steals through the gloom - - eventually comes upon something sitting just beneath the belly of the tanker. The silhouette of a SUBMARINE, hugging the tankerís shadow, creeping undetected into the Bosphorus... INT. MíS CELL - NIGHT M paces her cell. Looks out, at the clock: It is MIDNIGHT. Twelve hours to go. She crosses her arms. Returns to pacing. Puts her hands in her coat pockets: She feels something. Takes it out. THE LOCATOR CARD. Black and shiny, with two copper terminals on one end. M taps it on her hand. She looks back out. TO THE CLOCK. CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM - MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - NIGHT Renard and Elektra. She is on the bed, Renard stroking her, worshipping her skin. RENARD So beautiful. So smooth, so warm. ELEKTRA How would you know? It stings him. Elektra sits up, pulling a robe around her. RENARD Why are you like this? Because Bond is dead? Itís what you wanted. ELEKTRA (beat) Of course... Renard gets up. Paces the floor. RENARD He was a...good lover? ELEKTRA What do you think? Renard leans against her desk, closing his eyes, squeezing out the images. After a moment, he SMASHES HIS FIST through the hand-painted wood. Elektra looks up. HER P.O.V. A huge splinter of wood juts out of Renardís hand. Renard looks at it, curious, unfazed. RENARD Nothing. Elektra comes to him. Leads him to the bed. Sits. Gently removes the splinter. Then, she takes an icecube from the bucket. Runs it along his wound. ELEKTRA What about this? And she runs the ice down his cheek. He shakes his head. Tormented. RENARD Nothing. Now she runs the ice down her neck... ELEKTRA But surely... ...her fingers becoming wet, she runs the ice down between her breasts, leaving a trail. Teasing... ELEKTRA ...You can feel this? Sheís moving the ice lower on herself... We see her lips open, enjoying the sensation. A beat, then his smile slowly grows. As she does something else. ELEKTRA (sensual) Remember ... pleasure? DISSOLVE: INT. MAIDENíS TOWER - DEAD OF NIGHT Eerily quiet. The calm before the storm, except: INT. MíS CELL - SAME M is at the door of her cell. Her arm is stretched out through the bars. She is using her high-heeled shoe to try to HOOK the leg of the stool and drag it toward her. She can only jut tap the leg with the tip of the heel. She swipes out at the little three-legged stool, tapping it, tapping it... It scoots toward her a little...she taps it again, gets her shoe HOOKED on the leg of the stool and starts to drag it when... The rickety stool hits a bump on the ancient stone floor and SPILLS OVER...the clock HITS THE GROUND and SKIDS across the stones, coming to rest ACROSS THE ROOM, on the floor near the window. M leans against the bars. SHE HEARS HER THE OUTER DOOR CLANKING OPEN... She hurries to her cot and lies down. GABOR ENTERS...a burly shadow in the light from the hall. He walks in. Looks at M. Picks up the clock and sets it ON THE WINDOW SILL. He leaves, shutting the door behind him. M sits up. Looks out to the clock, glowing in the dark. IT READS TWO A.M. She drops her head back on the wall. She will not sleep tonight. DISSOLVE TO: OMITTED: 236 - 243 EXT. ISTANBUL - DAWN ESTABLISH the vast city astride the Bosphorus. EXT. ISTANBUL STREETS - SAME The sun starting to rise. Street vendors are the only people about, moving their carts into place, getting ready to place out their wares. We hold on a BUILDING. INT. DYE FACTORY - SAME A multi-levelled, rickety old building full of colourful fabrics drying high overhead; the light shafts through them casting pools of different coloured light. It is a working factory, bolts of fabric and vats of dye, but it is also: AN OLD KGB SURVEILLANCE CENTER Pushed to one end of the large room are stacks of radio equipment, old consoles, audio equipment and radar screens. Once a high-tech surveillance center, it has gone to seed. There are men and women here, smoking, using the equipment, slightly dissolute, very sinister, where the only membership card is an old KGB ID. Zukovsky is here, leaning behind a RADIO OPERATOR. ZUKOVSKY Any luck reaching Yevgeny? OPERATOR Negative, comrade. He moves to CHRISTMAS AND BOND, pouring over a large MAP OF ISTANBUL spread out on a table. CHRISTMAS (to Zukovsky) What is this place? ZUKOVSKY Former KGB surveillance post. The Dye Factory was just a front; now it turns a good profit. Bond notices THE BOA in the corner with some others. BOND Your old friend Dmitri. Zukovsky nods to his old friend. ZUKOVSKY Today, you are glad to have the Boa on your side. Zukovsky looks at the map. ZUKOVSKY In the good old days, the KGB had three or four spots where our submarines could surface without anyone knowing. But Yevgeny is supposed to be loading cargo. CHRISTMAS What class sub does your nephew run? ZUKOVSKY C-class. BOND Nuclear. CHRISTMAS Not just nuclear. Powered by a nuclear reactor. (the penny drops) Heís not loading any cargo. They want the sub. The sub itself. Put weapons grade plutonium inside the subís reactor: Instant, catastrophic meltdown. BOND Made to look just like an accident. ZUKOVSKY Mother of God. BOND The right kind of explosion in the right spot -- it would block the Bosphorus, cut off the Black Sea. CHRISTMAS But why? Eight million people would die, the land irradiated for a hundred years. A cloud of radiation the size of Europe... BOND (chilled) Because an explosion like that would kill all the other pipelines. There would be only one way to get the oil out of the Caspian and pump it to the world... CHRISTMAS The King pipeline. BOND Elektra would control it all. ZUKOVSKY If what you say it true...it may be too late for Yevgeny. CUT TO: INT. SECRET QUAY (MAIDENíS TOWER) - ISTANBUL - DAY The ancient arched underbelly of a waterside building. Something is disturbing a large expanse of water. A black shadow looms beneath the waves. A SUBMARINE SURFACES. INT. SECRET QUAY (MAIDENíS TOWER) - ISTANBUL - DAY Waiting at the newly excavated quay: Renard and his men. The submarineís hatch opens. A YOUTHFUL CAPTAIN EMERGES, vaguely resembling his uncle, Zukovsky. RENARD Captain... YEVGENY Sir. We are ready to load your cargo. We only have a few hours before weíll be missed. RENARD You came with a skeleton crew? YEVGENY Thatís all we can afford these days. RENARD Of course. We are grateful for your efforts. One of his men comes forward with several bottles of brandy and other food. RENARD We have brandy and other refreshments for your men. The Captain nods, pleased. INT. DYE FACTORY Bond and Christmas and Zukovsky watch as the radio operators scan the airwaves. ZUKOVSKY If weíre not in time and something has happened to him... you must let me kill them. Bond stares hard at him. A long beat. BOND Whoever gets there first, Zukovsky. They have M. CUT TO: INT. SUBMARINE - DAY Eerie, dark, the lights inside green and sickly. CLOSE ON A half-eaten sandwich. An empty glass of brandy on the floor, just near the hand it fell from... PULL BACK TO SEE The dead face of Yevgeny, poisoned. Others of his crew around, also dead. Renard and his men tour the grisly scene. RENARD Take them up and throw them in the sea. As they drag Yevgeny away, his HAT falls on the ground. Renard picks it up and PUTS IT ON HIS HEAD. RENARD Weíll be underway in two hours. Use that time to re-familiarize yourselves with your stations. Then ponder how rich youíll be. The re-breathers for the escape are already on board. A man appears holding a heavy lead box containing the plutonium. Renard takes the box as if it weighs nothing. Stronger then ever. CUT TO: INT. CELL - MAIDENíS TOWER - MORNING Elektra stands at the door looking in at M. ELEKTRA Now you know how it feels. To be locked away, to wonder if theyíre coming for you, if anyone will ever come for you. M Someone will come. ELEKTRA Who? Bond? Bond is dead. Elektra walks to the window. She looks out. ELEKTRA Somehow, I find that strangely ...disappointing. M watches her, her heart beating. M Elektra. What time is it? Elektra picks up the little clock. Walks over to the cell bars. ELEKTRA Time for you to die. And she reaches through the bars and HANDS M THE CLOCK. The two womenís eyes meet. RENARD The reactor is secured. She turns, sees RENARD in the doorway. She crosses to him and SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT behind her. INT. OUTSIDE DOOR - MAIDENíS TOWER - DAY Their eyes lock. RENARD This is the end. ELEKTRA No. It is the beginning. The world will never be the same. He lays the Captainís hat down. Tries to mask his sorrow. RENARD It will be yours, and yours alone. Have fun with it. Forces himself to leave, heads down the stairs. INT. MíS CELL - SAME M works quickly. She pops open the back of the clock and takes out the batteries. She pries off the tops with a key and connects the wires to the LOCATOR CARD... CUT TO: INT. DYE FACTORY - SAME The Radio Operator touches his earpiece... OPERATOR Comrade, itís faint, but Iím getting something. A signal. Transmitting at...37- 19 degrees north... He writes the coordinates down. Bond picks them up. BOND The locator card. Itís M. He takes the coordinates over to the map and DRAWS A CORRESPONDING LINE across it. BOND The rest? Christmas reads them out as the Operator writes them down CHRISTMAS Forty, forty-three degrees East... Bond draws another line across the map. At the point at which the intersect...a small island in the Bosphorus. ZUKOVSKY The Maidenís Tower. BOND How appropriate. ZUKOVSKY Iíd heard there were some renovations there...no one would look for a sub in that place in a million years. Suddenly Bondís instinct are aroused. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees THE BOA set something on the ground and move slowly UP THE STAIRS. Bond looks at the pack he left on the ground... He grabs Christmas and HURLS HER TO THE FLOOR. KABOOM! A MASSIVE EXPLOSION rips the place apart. In half a second the air is thick with coloured dust and drifting clumps of burning silk. Bond stands. Christmas is stunned, but okay. He looks around at the others - few dead, all out for the count, among them, Zukovsky. Bond heads for the door after the Boa. CHRISTMAS Zukovsky... BOND If I donít get to the Boa before he gets to Maidenís Tower, M is dead. Bond runs out, into EXT. STREET - DAY Teeming with people, his eyes scanning, he spots...THE BOA climbing a ladder alongside a building to A ROOF. Bond chases after him, clambering up, but when he gets to the top of the roof... Boa has now been joined by THREE THUGS. One attacks Bond as the Boa and the others move away... Bond fights with the thug, they stumble across the roof, gripping each other, until Bond gets the upper hand and THROWS HIM DOWN through a thatched roof where he falls... EXT. BAZAAR Into the market below. Christmas, just coming into the square, sees the body falling...she runs to the thug, thinking it might be Bond... But the thug raises up, smiling at her, blood on his teeth. She turns and runs...the thug gives chase... ON THE ROOFS ABOVE Bond is following Boa and the other two men as they LEAP from roof to roof. He sees them jump off onto the roof of... EXT. MOVING BUS Motoring rapidly away from him. He makes a spectacular leap to a wobbly FLAG POLE that swings him toward the bus, dropping him on the roof before it SNAPS BACK, into the overhead TRAM WIRES ABOVE and setting off sparks. ON THE BUS Bond barely gets to his feet before Thug #2 is upon him. They grapple, struggling to maintain their footing as the bus speeds through the rickety old streets. He throws the guy over... The thug desperately CLINGS TO THE SIDE OF THE BUS... Bond now takes on the third thug, unaware that number two has climbed back on and is about to WHACK HIM ON THE HEAD with his gun when... THE BUS TURNS onto a new street...THE WIRES AGAIN...Thug Twoís gun is caught up in them...he is instantly ELECTROCUTED. Thug three watches his friendís horrible death, giving Bond time to slug him hard across the face and THROW HIM FROM THE BUS... EXT. STREET Thug twoís body goes SLAMMING INTO THE WINDSHIELD of a fast moving van...BURSTS OUT through the back doors of said van and tumbles out onto the street where it is HIT BY A CAR. ON THE BUS Bond turns back toward...BOA. Now it is just the two of them. The bus is hissing to a stop. The Boa leaps on to the bed of a passing truck. Bond rushes forward and leaps on to the top of a passing taxi. The taxi jams on his breaks and Bond rolls across the bonnet and on to the street. He springs to his feet. Fifty yards ahead the truck carrying the Boa has stopped for traffic. The Boa jumps out and darts into an alley. EXT. ISTANBUL - ALLEY - DAY The Alley leads into a small CAFE where PATRONS smoke water pipes and drink coffee. The Boa is nowhere to be seen. Bond slips out his gun holding it out of sight close to his leg so as not to alarm the civilians. He steps into the cafe. EXT. ISTANBUL - CAFE - DAY Bond makes his way through the tables to the doorway in the back. He looks inside - just a few children at play. Bond is suddenly blind-sided by a vicious kidney punch which brings him to his knees. He struggles to bring up his gun - but the Boa knocks it out of his hand. The Boa locks Bondís head in an unbreakable choke hold from behind. Bond pulls on the massive arms - but to no avail. He glances down to his right - HIS GUN - just out of reach. Bond reaches out for it - his fingers just graze it. Suddenly the Boaís foot kicks out, knocking the gun across the room. He tighten his grip and speaks in Bondís ear. BOA For years I was told I could never take the great James Bond and his Walther PPK. What good is your gun now, Bond? Bond canít breathe, his eyes start to dim. He slumps forward, his left hand touches something hot. Itís the iron basket of coals used to keep the water pipes lite. Bondís fingers touch the wire handle that arches across the top. He grabs it and with his last reserves - Swings it at the back of his head hitting the Boa on the side of the head with the SOUND OF RAW BACON HITTING A HOT SKILLET. The Boa drops Bond and leaps to his feet holding the side of his face. Bond falls forward fighting for breath and trying to clear his head. The Boa runs out the back door. Bond finds his gun, holsters it and follows. EXT. ISTANBUL - SIDE STREET - DAY Bond comes out into a side street crowded with VENDERS AND SHOPPERS. Bond sees the Boa pushing his way through the crowd to... EXT. ISTANBUL - FERRY TERMINAL - DAY RUSSIAN TRAMP STEAMER taking on cargo. Bond enters square in time to see the Boa making a Bee line for the Russian steamer. As the Boa, much the worse-for-ware, starts up the gangway to the top deck of the steamer, Bond hitches a ride on a cargo net that is being hoisted aboard by the shipís boom. EXT. RUSSIAN STEAMER - DAY Boa, breathing hard gets to the deck. He lumbers across it but before he can reach the other side he is tripped up by Bond who has been waiting for him by the side of the deck house. The Boa goes sprawling. As Bond comes for him he scrambles to his feet, grabs a nearby bailing hook, and swings at Bond. But Bond is ready for him. He wards off the blow with a small wooden cover from a shipping crate. He traps the Boaís arm and gives him two quick devastating kicks in the solar plexus. He Boa stages back to the railing. A final kick from Bond sends him over the side... THE BOA FALLS, LANDING ON HIS BACK ON THE DECK BELOW WITH A SICKENING THUD. Bond looks down, sees the Boaís body at a horrible angle, his neck broken. Bond sighs, turns... GABOR is there. Gun trained on him. GABOR Welcome aboard, Mr. Bond. BONDíS P.O.V. A thug steps into sight below, holding CHRISTMAS hostage as well. EXT. MAIDENíS TOWER - DAY A magnificent ornate tower in the centre of the Bosphorus. An innocent-looking launch coasts up to it. A tarp is raised and Bond and Christmas are revealed, hands bound. They are helped out, led inside by a number of henchmen. INT. MAIDENíS TOWER - DAY Elektra crosses the hallway as the doors open. Kisses Bond on the cheek as she eyes Christmas. ELEKTRA James Bond and his amazing resurrection. If only youíd kept away, we might have met again in a few years, become lovers once more. Christmas eyes Bond anew as Elektra leads him to an ornately carved chair, covered in silk. ELEKTRA (to guards) Take her to Renard. Bond and Christmas exchange a look as the guards start her towards some steps. Elektra indicates for him to sit. Behind him, the whole of Istanbul is visible through a large curved window. ELEKTRA Pretty thing. You had her too? Bond ignores her. ELEKTRA I could have given you the world. BOND Not interested. This cuts. She casually reaches behind his neck, flips up a wooden arm to which is attached a metal collar. A GAROTTE. ELEKTRA They were digging near here and they found some very pretty vases. They also found this... (meaning the garotte) I think we ignore the old ways at our peril, donít you? Bond recoils as she fastens the collar... She steps back. BOND (ignoring her) Whereís M? ELEKTRA Soon sheíll be everywhere. Bond keeps his cool: BOND All this, because you fell for Renard? ELEKTRA Five more turns and your neck will break. She moves to the back of the chair, twists the screw ONE NOTCH. The effect on Bond is instantaneous as a bolt jolts into the back of his neck, tilts his head back. ELEKTRA Since I was a child, Iíve always had a power over men. When I realized my father wouldnít rescue me from the kidnappers, I knew I had to form a new alliance. BOND (realizing) You turned Renard. ELEKTRA (smiling) Just like you...only you were even easier. She pulls the jewel from her ear, reveals the ugly scar: ELEKTRA I told him he had to hurt me, he had to make it look real. When he refused I told him I would do it myself. She turns the screw again. BOND So you killed your father. ELEKTRA He killed me! He killed me the day he refused to pay my ransom. A flicker of emotion. Bond is getting to her. BOND Was this all about the oil? ELEKTRA It is my oil! Mine and my familyís! Her eyes are shining. She moves toward the view, gazing out at this spectacular cradle of civilization. Bond works his wristbinds feverishly. ELEKTRA It runs in my veins, thicker than blood. Iím going to redraw the map. And when I am through the whole world will know my name, my grandfatherís name, the glory of my people. BOND No-one will believe this melt-down was an accident. She eyes him, impressed that heís worked out her plan. Tightens the screw again. Her confidence amazing. ELEKTRA They will believe. They will all believe. Tightening the screw again: ELEKTRA You understand? Nobody can resist me. Now she straddles him. She puts the jewel back on her ear. All the time, heís working that wristbind. ELEKTRA Know what happens when a man is strangled? BOND Elektra, itís not too late. Eight million people neednít die. She smiles, twists the screw again. A nasty, grinding sound. Sweat trickles from his brow. She licks it away. ELEKTRA You should have killed me when you had the chance. But you couldnít. Not me. A woman youíve loved. She pushes her hips into his. Turns the screw. The bolt is jammed right into the back of his neck. His face is angled upwards. Breathing is difficult. He glares up: BOND You meant ... nothing ... to me. She fingers the bolt. Prepares to turn it the last time...His hand strains at its binding... BOND One... last... screw? ELEKTRA (kissing his ear) Oh James. She begins to turn the screw... ... when SEVERAL GUNSHOTS are heard outside. Bond is on the edge of consciousness. Elektra freezes. Gets off him. Moves to a window. EXT. MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - DAY HER POV: Big, battered and bloody, Valentin Zukovsky is leaving a boat, moving over the rocks toward the entrance with three of his men. Two bodies in his trail. Heís on course for Elektra and nothing is going to stop him, even as his henchmen are cut down by ferocious fire. INT. MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - DAY Elektra moves to her gun. Just then, Gabor crashes through a stained glass window, neck broken. TWO ELEKTRA HENCHMEN appear from below stairs as the doors burst open. Zukovsky stands there. A bloody giant. They open up with machine guns, but two shots from Zukovsky take them out, though he takes one in the shoulder. Right now, heís unstoppable. A shocked silence after the shooting. He eyes Bond in the chair. To the room: ZUKOVSKY Iím looking for a submarine. Itís big and black, and the driver is a friend of mine. Then his eye falls on the HAT Renard had brought up from below. He knows at once what it means. ZUKOVSKY Bring it to me. She picks it up, walks to him (surreptitiously sliding a gun beneath it). She proffers the hat... ELEKTRA What a shame. You just missed him. BLAM BLAM BLAM -- she fires through the hat. He staggers back. Stares. Slumps down. Lowers his head to the ground. She walks over, puts her heel on his gun arm, presses down, smiling a half-psychotic smile. The gun is pinned. Zukovsky is dying. But he dredges up every last ounce of energy to raise his gun a millimetre off the ground, his outstretched arm already pointing at Bond. Elektra looks surprised, then amused as Zukovskyís finger begins to squeeze the trigger: heís going to shoot Bond! Bond stares back. Zukovskyís eye narrows -- trying for extreme accuracy... BLAM! The SHOT hits the binding at Bondís wrist. Splinters the wood there. ELEKTRA stares at Zukovsky. She didnít see where the bullet went, just that it missed Bond. She watches his head slump further, staring at Bond... A look passes between the two men. Comrades in arms. The merest of smiles. Then the light fades from his eyes. Dead. ELEKTRA turns back to Bond. Smiles. ELEKTRA Excuse me. She picks up a walkie-talkie, speaks into it: ELEKTRA Everythingís under control up here. Are you ready? RENARD (filtered) Yes. Au revoir... Lost for a moment, she breathes heavily. She glances at Zukovskyís corpse. Slightly puzzled, to Bond: ELEKTRA Zukovsky really hated you. (beat) Time to say goodnight. And she kisses him -- reaches behind to deliver the killer twist... One super-fast movement: Bondís hand breaks free, grabs her throat, tight. He holds her, their faces close together, disdain in his eyes -- hurls her backwards, her hand scratching at his face. Ripping the collar from his neck, he gets to his feet. Moves to Zukovsky, checks his pulse, takes the bloody gun from his fingers. Turns back, to see Elektra disappearing upstairs. A momentís dilemma: should he race below to the sub -- or up to Elektra? He takes off after Elektra, grabs the radio handset. CUT TO: EXT. SUBMARINE - SECRET QUAY (MAIDENíS TOWER) - DAY The submarineís engines roar to life. INT. TOWER - CONTINUOUS ELEKTRA rises up one of the triple spiral stairways leading to the various balconies of the minaret tower. INT. TOWER/MíS CELL - DAY Bond stalks up after her. THEIR VOICES ECHO through the intertwined stairs: ELEKTRA James. You canít kill me. Not in cold blood. But Bond isnít wavering. Clutches Zukovskyís bloody wet gun. He heads up in the semi-darkness -- and suddenly swings to his right, at an unexpected but familiar Voice: M Bond -- Bond kicks open a door and enters... MíS PRISON ROOM He fires at the lock on her cell door and frees her. Turns to go, heading upward, after Elektra. M Go after the submarine, forget the girl. Bond! INT. BALCONY/MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - DAY Elektra has reached a balcony. It affords a spectacular view of Istanbul. Bond appears, has her cornered. BOND Call him off. He holds the walkie-talkie to her mouth. BOND I wonít ask again. Call him off! She looks at him seriously. Heís giving her a last chance, willing her to save herself and the city. ELEKTRA (into walkie-talkie) Renard. Bond waits... ELEKTRA (to Bond) You wouldnít kill me. Youíd miss me. And her face breaks into a perverted grin and -- ELEKTRA (into walkie-talkie) Dive! Bond -- BLAM! Bond shoots her. She staggers back, shocked at her own mortality. BOND I never miss. He looks out: EXT. BOSPHORUS - DAY Sees the nose of the sub heading into the Bosphorus, half submerged. The hatch is still open. INT. BALCONY/MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - DAY He stares at her dead body a beat. And then, he crouches. He touches her cheek, just once, before he goes. Behind him, unbeknownst, M has seen it all. EXT. MAIDENíS TOWER - BOSPHORUS - DAY He moves to the ledge. Composes himself -- and DIVES ONE HUNDRED FEET to the water. Amazing. EXT. SUBMARINE, BOSPHORUS - DAY He surfaces close to the exiting sub. Grabs a ladder, pulls himself up. The hatch is closing... He splashes through the water flooding over the sub, appears in front of the amazed sailor shutting the hatch. WHACKS him with the hatch. Gets inside. Closes it. Milliseconds before the hatch slides under the water. INT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Bond down below. Renardís crew are spread throughout the sub. He creeps through... Approaches one man working some levers, smoking. Bond holds his gun to his head. BOND How do you want to die? (re: cigarette) That? (re: gun) Or this? INT. CABIN, SUBMARINE - MOMENTS LATER A few SOLID BANGS on the metal of Christmasí door. It opens and Bond lets the now unconscious man hit the deck. That was his head banging. CHRISTMAS (stunned) James!... He takes her by the hand, they move through the shadows of the sub. INT. SUBMARINE - MOMENTS LATER A man is operating the tanks. Through the intercom: RENARD (filtered) Flood tanks 4 and 5... The man does as told. When heís finished -- Bond knocks him out with the butt of his gun. INT. SUBMARINE CONTROL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER Several men occupy the central control room, Renard at their centre. Beyond, on the other side, the outer chamber of the reactor. INT. OTHER END OF CONTROL ROOM - SUBMARINE - DAY From the other end of the control room, Bond and Christmas, so near and yet so far -- they canít get to the reactor because there are so many men in there. Keeping behind cover: CHRISTMAS Is there another way? BOND We go down to the torpedo bay. INT. TANK CONTROLS ROOM, SUBMARINE LOWER DECK - MOMENTS LATER Bond and Christmas get attacked. A vicious, silent fight... Then the radio set sparks into life -- RENARD Open the tanks. Bond is throttling the man with the cable. Speaks into the handset. BOND (disguising voice) Tanks open. But the man has stretched his hand to a fire alarm: The KLAXON RESOUNDS. INT. SUBMARINE CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS Renard looks up. RENARD (to self) Bond... He flicks a switch; RENARD (into mic) Bond! You have decided to join me on this historic voyage. Welcome to my nuclear family. INTERCUT: BOND ON AN INTERCOM: His voice fills the control room. BOND Youíre really going to commit suicide for her? Renard responds, into the microphone. RENARD In case youíve forgotten. Iím dead already. BOND Havenít you heard the news? So is she. Renardís face screws up in pain more searing than any he could feel in his skin...he SCREAMS... INT. SUBMARINE... The scream, like a wounded animal, echoes throughout the doomed craft. BACK ON RENARD, gasping, spent. RENARD You will die for this. He strides through to the INT. REACTOR CHAMBER Jams shut the hatch behind him. Now moves through to the INT. CHAMBER BEYOND REACTOR Where he picks up the PLUTONIUM. Moves back into the INT. REACTOR CHAMBER Sealing the other door behind him. And now he opens up the cover of the glaring REACTOR... INT. TANK CONTROLS ROOM, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Christmas sees a panel light up: CHRISTMAS The cover is off the reactor. Bond reads off more lights... BOND Heís sealed himself in. CHRISTMAS Heís going to insert the plutonium. Thinking fast, Bond moves to some controls. Hits switches. CHRISTMAS Do you know what youíre doing? BOND Like riding a bike. INT. AIR TANKS, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS The air tanks immediately filling with water. INT. TANK CONTROLS ROOM, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Christmas and Bond shift to the side. Everything not screwed down starts sliding... EXT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS - LONG SHOT The submarine is tilting, further and further, the nose dropping down and down... Pretty soon we have the strange and incredible sight of a submarine hanging vertically, nose down. INT. REACTOR CHAMBER, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Renard hangs on, swings, until he can get a footing on the nearest wall. INT. TANK CONTROLS ROOM, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Bond and Christmas hang on too, get a grip. He helps her up. CHRISTMAS What kind of bikes did you ride? BOND Just wanted to put him on edge... INT. REACTOR CHAMBER, SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Renard is disturbed by the subís position, but only momentarily. He moves to an intercom: RENARD Open the torpedo tubes. INT. TORPEDO ROOM - CONTINUOUS Bond hears a creak, turns to see the tubes open -- water gushes up toward them at an incredible rate. BOND Climb! He pulls Christmas up and they ascend to the next level. No chance to seal the chamber though, the water is already through the hatch. BOND Keep moving. INT. REACTOR CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS Renard now struggles back up to the reactor, stares into the violet blue heat... He hits a button. A ROD slowly rises out of the reactor. INT. LOWER SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Bond and Christmas are ahead of the water. They have reached a level where various systems are operated from. BOND Thereís one chance. He punches buttons. EXT. SUBMARINE, BOSPHORUS - CONTINUOUS High up on the sub, a hatch opens. Water floods into an escape hatch. An inner door stops it getting into the submarine itself. INT. REACTOR CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS Renard slowly inserts the plutonium rod. Immediately the light around him becomes a deeper blue, a horrible luminescence. The staccato click of a distant Geiger counter intensifies. INT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS As Bond opens the inner door of an ESCAPE HATCH, he points out a cabinet on the wall to Christmas. BOND Re-breathers. She opens the box to find the RE-BREATHERS are ripped to shreds. No-one was ever meant to get off the sub. She shows Bond. BOND Never liked those things anyway. He climbs into the escape chamber. BOND Count to twenty. When you get to twenty open the hatch. It can only be opened for a few seconds or weíll sink. CHRISTMAS But what if... BOND Count to twenty. Iíll be there. She moves over and seals the door, wrenches a lever which immediately floods the chamber with water. INT. ESCAPE HATCH - CONTINUOUS Inside the chamber, Bond holds his breath as water seeps in. The most claustrophobic thing youíve ever seen. INT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS A green light comes on and Christmas punches a button... EXT. SUBMARINE, ESCAPE HATCH - CONTINUOUS The OUTER DOOR opens... Bond burst out and starts the long swim up the OUTSIDE OF THE SUBMARINE... INT. SUBMARINE - SAME Christmas is counting. CHRISTMAS One, one thousand, two, one thousand... EXT. SUBMARINE - UNDERWATER Itís dark out here. It would be very easy for Bond to get disoriented. He peers around, trying to get his bearings against the vast vertical whale heís swimming up. Passes the conning tower. INT. SUBMARINE CHRISTMAS Fourteen, one thousand, fifteen, one thousand... EXT. SUBMARINE - UNDERWATER Bond is running out of air... And then he sees it -- the open hatch of the rear escape door. He gets inside, yanks it closed... INT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS Christmas, shivering in the rising water. CHRISTMAS Twenty. She presses a button... INT. CHAMBER BEYOND (NOW ABOVE) REACTOR - CONTINUOUS The hatch opens and Bond collapses out in a gush of water. The hatch closes. The whole world is at a crazy angle here. Bond looks down at the sealed door of the reactor chamber, curses. INT. REACTOR CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS Bathed in the horrible light of the over-heating reactor, Renard looks upwards, aware of sounds on the other side of the door... KER-BLAM! A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT. The door shoots off its hinge, blasted by Bond. Bond drops down into the chamber, takes one look at Renard, now a crumpled heap in the corner. Bond moves down to the next door, opens it: BOND Christmas! And there she is, struggling, the water level way below still rising... He lowers an arm, pulls her up. They clamber up to the reactor: INT. REACTOR CHAMBER BONDíS POV: in the intense glow inside -- the overheating rod, protruding slightly. CHRISTMAS We have to get the rod out of the reactor! INT. REACTOR CHAMBER Bond looks at the gauges from behind a thick GLASS SHIELD. Christmas comes up level with him: CHRISTMAS Melting down. 4000 degrees, the Zirconium casings on the rods crack. 5000, the plutonium melts. In ten minutes, a hydrogen explosion. THE TEMPERATURE GAUGE READS 4500 AND RISING... He starts toward the reactor when suddenly RENARD IS BEHIND BOND, THROTTLING HIM. CHRISTMAS grabs at him, is flung back, nearly falls through the hatch but manages to grab a pipe, hangs on for dear life. THE GAUGE HITS 4700 BOND AND RENARD struggle... Both slamming into switches and buttons. CUT TO: OMITTED 314-316 INT. SUBMARINE - CONTINUOUS THE GAUGE IS PASSING 4900, EDGING TOWARDS THE NO-WAY-BACK 5000 MARK. Meltdown imminent... He looks down the sub -- more water racing upward... Back to the pile. Scans the scene, searching for an idea. Sees a HOSE, compressed air escaping from a fissure. Thinks fast. Grabs the hose, snaps it free... RENARD is recovering, has found a FLARE GUN near him. Raises it to Bond... BONDíS POV in the reflection of the gauge (which is millimeters from 5000), we see Renard approaching from behind us... BOND jams the hose into the reactor, ducks down -- as the air blows the rod out - narrowly missing him as it shoots past -- impales Renard in the heart, just before he could shoot. Renard stares at Bond in horror. Bond calmly takes the flare gun off him. BOND Sheís waiting for you. And he lets him fall past Christmas, through consecutive open hatches of the sub, crashing into the rising water. Christmas looks down at the floating corpse. Bond watches the gauge -- as it edges DOWN from 5000. The nuclear disaster looks like itís averted. But suddenly water is gushing in from above, through splits in the subís shell; itís going to sink. BOND Weíre sinking. But she wonít come. As water courses over them: CHRISTMAS Help me. We have to seal it. She moves to the reactor, closing the cover. Bond uses his strength to push the heavy locking mechanism into place. Bond climbs upwards, dragging Christmas with him. BOND Weíve got to get out. CHRISTMAS We canít. INT. CHAMBER BEYOND REACTOR - CONTINUOUS They clamber into the next chamber up... EXT. SUBMARINE, BOSPHORUS - CONTINUOUS The submarine is slowly sinking, nose down. Air is escaping from the many seams that are creeping apart. We can hear the metallic GROANS through the water. INT. TORPEDO ROOM Bond and Christmas crawl into TORPEDO CHAMBERS... Bond reaches out, setting a timer to FIRE... The clock ticks down... EXT. SUBMARINE - UNDERWATER BOSPHORUS - DAY The Torpedo doors open and Bond and Christmas are SHOT OUT INTO THE WATER, streaking through, as behind them... THE SUBMARINE EXPLODES in spectacular fashion. EXT. SURFACE, BOSPHORUS - DAY Bond and Christmas reach the surface... Look around them. No boats coming to the rescue. They wave to a tourist boat passing. The boat heads over to pick them up... DISSOLVE: OMIT 324 EST. SHOT - MI-6 - NIGHT The damaged wing is being repaired. INT. BRIEFING ROOM - SAME Tanner overseeing things, and then... M walks in. Efficient and steely as ever. All eyes turn to her. She looks at everyone...makes the briefest of nods. That is all the sentiment allowed as business resumes. She scans the machines: M Any word from him? TANNER Still no contact yet. EXT. ROOF, ISTANBUL - NIGHT A magnificent rooftop garden looking out over Istanbul. Christmas and Bond alone with some Bollinger. FIREWORKS explode above. They clink glasses. He looks out at the cityscape. BOND I love Christmas in Turkey. CHRISTMAS So isnít it time you unwrapped your present? INT. BRIEFING ROOM - NIGHT Tanner and Q look at a SATELLITE THERMAL IMAGE OF ISTANBUL. TANNER Thatís strange. The satellite image zooms in one particular car parked in a side street. We can just make out Bondís ASTON MARTIN. TANNER He must be nearby. M comes over. The image moves from the car, closes on the garden rooftop. The thermal image is multi-coloured, difficult to decipher. M Where? Q This picks up body heat. Humans should be orange. (searching) There. And he points to ONE orange figure lying on the rooftop. M (to Tanner) I thought you said he was with Doctor Jones? They all look back to the image. The figure is turning RED, almost glowing. M Itís getting redder. Tanner, Q and M realize as one that this is an image of two people, one atop the other. And getting hotter. M Bond. Q switches the screen off, clears his throat. Q Could be a premature form of the Millennium Bug. EXT. ROOF, ISTANBUL - CONTINUOUS Itís dark, we canít really see them. CHRISTMAS You know James... I think Christmas is coming early this year. FADE OUT THE END