Hello, James. Welcome.
Do you like the island?
My grandmother had an island.
Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour.
But still, it was, it was a paradise for us.
One summer, we went for a visit
and discovered the place had been infested with rats!
They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut.
So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm?
My grandmother showed me.
We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid,
then wired coconut to the lid as bait.
And the rats would come for the coconut and. . .
. . .they would fall into the drum.
And after a month, you have trapped all the rats.
But what do you do then?
Throw the drum into the ocean?
Burn it? No.
You just leave it.
And they begin to get hungry.
And one by one. . .
. . .they start eating each other
until there are only two left. The two survivors.
And then what? Do you kill them? No.
You take them and release them into the trees.
But now they don't eat coconut anymore.
Now they only eat rat.
You have changed their nature.
The two survivors,
this is what she made us.
I made my own choices.
You think you did.
That's her genius.
Station H. Am I right? Hong Kong.
Mm-hmm.
'86 to '97.
Back then, I was her favorite.
And you're not nearly the agent I was, I can tell you that.
Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
Don't forget my pathetic love of country.
You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman.
When all she does is lie to you. She never lied to me.
No? No.
What did you score in your marksmanship evaluation?
70.
40.
Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?
Yes. No. No.
- Fail. - Failed.
"Alcohol
"and substance addiction indicated."
"Pathological rejection of authority
"based on unresolved childhood trauma."
"Subject is not approved for field duty
"and immediate suspension from service advised."
What is this if not betrayal?
She sent you after me knowing you're not ready, knowing you'll likely die.
Mommy was very bad !
Hmm?
Ooh.
See what she's done to you?
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Her loss.
Are you sure this is about M?
It's about her.
And you, and me.
You see, we are the last two rats.
We can either eat each other. . .
Hmm?
. . .or eat everyone else.
How you're trying to remember your training now.
What's the regulation to cover this?
Well, first time for everything. Yes?
What makes you think this is my first time?
Oh, Mr. Bond !
All that physical stuff. . . So dull, so dull.
Chasing spies. . .
so old-fashioned !
Your knees must be killing you.
England.
The Empire! Ml6!
You're living in a ruin as well,
you just don't know it yet.
At least here there are no old ladies giving orders and no little. . .
Bip!
Gadgets from those fools in Q-Branch.
If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions. As I do.
Name it.
Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. . .
Bip. Easy.
Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul. . .
Done.
Hmm. Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
Or a gas explosion in London.
Just point and click.
Well, everybody needs a hobby.
So what's yours?
Resurrection.
Let me show you something.