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