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.

- Medical evaluation, fail.
- Physical evalution, fail.

Psychological evaluation:

"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.