GoldenEye Page #2

It's not in front of me?

You sit on it,

but you can't take it with you.

My program seizes the phone line

of whoever's tracing me...

and jams their modem

so they can't hang up.

Now the hunted

becomes the hunter.

Better luck next time...

slug-heads!

Bang! Gone!

I am invincible!

Was it good for you, too?

I'm getting some coffee.

I'm going for a cigarette.

General Arkady Grigorovich Ourumov...

head of Space Division.

- General, if I'd known...

- You'd have been ready.

This is an unscheduled test of the

Severnaya facility. War simulation.

We are going to test-fire GoldenEye.

Report your status.

Two operational satellites, sir:

Petya and Mischa...

both in 90-minute earth orbit

at 100 kilometers.

Good. Here is the

authorization code.

Now, the GoldenEye and today's access

numbers for satellite Petya, please.

I am timing you.

Good.

Thank you, Major.

On my count.

Three... two... one.

Set target:
Severnaya.

Arm the weapon.

Check it!

Their best response time is 19 minutes.

They'll be late.

It's clean.

I had to ventilate someone.

- Good evening, Moneypenny.

- Good evening, James.

M will meet you in the situation room.

I'm to take you straight in.

I've never seen you after hours,

Moneypenny. Lovely.

- Thank you, James.

- Out on a professional assignment?

Dressing to kill?

I know you'll

find this crushing, 007...

but I don't sit at home every night

praying for an international incident...

so I can run down here all dressed up

to impress James Bond.

I was on a date with a gentleman.

We went to the theater together.

Moneypenny, I'm devastated.

What would I ever do without you?

As far as I can remember, James,

you've never had me.

Hope springs eternal.

You know, this sort of behavior

could qualify as sexual harassment.

Really?

What's the penalty for that?

Someday you have to make good

on your innuendos.

- After you, Moneypenny.

- No, I insist.

You first.

- Good evening, 007.

- Tanner. What's up?

Sixteen minutes ago,

we intercepted a distress call...

Sixteen minutes ago,

we intercepted a distress call...

from a supposedly abandoned

radar station at Severnaya.

Look what the satellite picked up.

We found a match:

your missing Tiger.

In the middle of Northern Russia.

It seems your hunch

was right, 007.

It's too bad the evil Queen of Numbers

wouldn't let you play it.

- You were saying?

- No, I was just...

Good. Because if I want sarcasm,

Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children.

- Good evening, 007.

- Good evening, M.

The Prime Minister's

waiting for an update.

Proceed with your briefing,

Mr. Tanner.

Thank you.

After the distress signal,

your helicopter took off...

and the Russians scrambled

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