GoldenEye

GoldenEye (1995) is the 17th film in the James Bond franchise. The movie follows Bond's mission to stop the titular Soviet EMP weapon, which has fallen into the hands of his old MI6 colleague Alec Trevelyan AKA Agent 006.
 * Directed by Martin Campbell. Written by Michael France (story); Jeffrey Caine & Bruce Feirstein (screenplay).

You Know The Name. You Know The Number taglines

Dialogue

 * Shadowy Figure: [points gun at Bond; in Russian] Don't even breathe. Where are the others? [Ни одного выздоха! Где ваши?]
 * James Bond: I'm alone.
 * [Shadowy figure reveals himself to be Alec Trevelyan]
 * Alec Trevelyan: Aren't we all? You're late, 007.
 * James Bond: I had to stop in the bathroom. [Referring to knocking out a soldier who was sitting on a toilet]
 * Alec Trevelyan: Ready to save the world again?
 * James Bond: After you, 006.


 * James Bond: It's too easy.
 * Alec Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck, James.
 * James Bond: And the other half?
 * [an alarm sounds]
 * Alec Trevelyan: Fate. Set the timers for six minutes.
 * James Bond: Six minutes, check.


 * Bond: It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway.
 * Xenia Onatopp: I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat. [sees Bond reveal a losing hand] I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
 * Bond: One rises to meet a challenge.


 * Bond: Good evening, Moneypenny.
 * Moneypenny: Good evening, James. M will meet you in the situation room, I'm to take you straight in.
 * Bond: I've never seen you after hours, Moneypenny. Lovely.
 * Moneypenny: Thank you, James.
 * Bond: Out on some kind of professional assignment, dressing to kill?
 * Moneypenny: I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident, so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentleman. We went to the theatre together.
 * Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?
 * Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
 * Bond: Hope springs eternal.
 * Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
 * Bond: Really? What's the penalty for that?
 * Moneypenny: Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.


 * Bill Tanner: Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it– [Bond coughs to indicate M is right behind them: Tanner winces as they both turn to face her]
 * M: You were saying?
 * Tanner: No, I was just, just–
 * M: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.


 * M: [about the GoldenEye destruction of Severnaya] The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow; they said it was an accident during a routine training exercise.
 * Bond: Governments change. The lies stay the same.


 * M: We've pulled the files on anyone who might have had access or authority at Severnaya. The top name on the list is an old friend of yours, I understand.
 * Bond: Ourumov. They made him a general.
 * M: [about Ourumov] He sees himself as the next iron man of Russia, which is why our political analysts ruled him out. He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.
 * Bond: Are these the same analysts who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist, who said the helicopter posed no immediate threat and wasn't worth following?
 * M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.
 * Bond: The thought had occurred to me.
 * M: Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
 * Bond: Point taken.
 * M: Not quite, 007. If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I've no compunction about sending you to your death. But I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude towards life. I want you to find GoldenEye, find who took it, what they plan to do with it, and stop it. And if you should come across Ourumov, guilty or not, I don't want you running off on some kind of vendetta. Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.
 * Bond: You didn't get him killed.
 * M: Neither did you. Don't make it personal.
 * Bond: Never. [turns to leave]
 * M: Bond. [Bond stops and turns to her] Come back alive.


 * [Bond visits Q in his lab. Q is in a wheelchair, his left leg raised horizontally, wrapped in a cast.]
 * Bond: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
 * [A rocket shoots out of the cast, blasting against a wall on the other side of the lab.]
 * Q: Hunting!


 * [Q shows off a new gadget to Bond]
 * Q: A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse... [clicks it three times] another three [clicks it three times again] disarms it.
 * Bond: [takes pen and quickly clicks it thrice] ...How long did you say the fuse was?
 * Q: [takes the pen and disarms it with a groan] Oh, grow up, 007.
 * Bond: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
 * Q: Thanks to me, they were right. [walks over to a dummy] Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us. Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three… [places the pen in Fred's shirt pocket, arms it, and runs to cover. The resulting explosion obliterates Fred from the waist up. to Bond] Don't say it!
 * Bond: …the writing's on the wall?
 * Q: [snickering] Along with the rest of him!


 * Bond: In London, April's a spring month.
 * Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it. C'mon, my car's over there.
 * Bond: After you.
 * Wade: Thank you.
 * [Bond comes up after Wade and traps him with the car door and draws his gun on him]
 * Bond: Like you said, "Drop it".
 * Wade: All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?
 * Bond: No. Show me the rose.
 * Wade: Please, no. [Bond shoves his gun into Wade] Alright, alright, alright. [unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
 * Bond: Muffy?
 * Wade: Third wife. [sticks out his hand] Jack Wade, CIA.
 * Bond: [shaking Wade's hand] James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.


 * Zukovsky: Another morning shot to hell. [zips up a girl's dress] Free market economy, I swear it will be the end of me. [hears the click of Bond's gun at his head] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.
 * Bond: Lucky me. [Another man aims at Bond's head]
 * Zukovsky: I think not.


 * [Bond has just discovered that "Janus" is none other than Trevelyan]
 * Bond: Alec?
 * Trevelyan: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the Memorial Wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?
 * Bond: [stunned] Why?
 * Trevelyan: Hilarious question. Particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
 * Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.
 * Trevelyan: [scoffs] Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. [Bond draws his gun] Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
 * Bond: [slowly lowers weapon] Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
 * Trevelyan: Trust. What a quaint idea.
 * Bond: How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
 * Trevelyan: Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. But my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
 * Bond: Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
 * Trevelyan: [gestures to his scars] It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
 * Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
 * Trevelyan: No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call. [Bond is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond] ...For England, James.


 * [at a cell in St Petersburg, Bond and Natalya are visited by a Russian official]
 * Official: Good morning, Mr. Bond. I'm Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
 * Bond: What, no small talk? No chit-chat? [to Natalya] That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. [to Mishkin] It's a lost art!
 * Mishkin: Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?
 * Bond: I assumed you had it.
 * Mishkin: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...
 * Bond: Or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.
 * Mishkin: Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?
 * Bond: Who had the authorisation codes?
 * Mishkin: Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
 * Bond: And what's the penalty for treason?
 * Natalya: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!


 * [Trevelyan and Xenia's private armored train has crashed. Bond assaults the train and seeks to kill Trevelyan, but is hesitant when Ourumov brings Natalya into the cabin.]
 * Trevelyan: So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.
 * Bond: [to Ourumov without looking away at Trevelyan] Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? [Ourumov's face changes] You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!
 * Trevelyan: It's in the past.
 * Bond: He'll betray you! [murmurs] Just like everyone else.
 * Ourumov: Is this true?
 * Trevelyan: [impatiently] What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.


 * Natalya: He was a friend, Trevelyan?
 * Bond: Yes.
 * Natalya: Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?
 * Bond: In a word, yes.
 * Natalya: Unless he kills you first?
 * Bond: Natalya...
 * Natalya: You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death, for what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?
 * Bond: It's what keeps me alive.
 * Natalya: No. It's what keeps you alone.


 * [Bond observes Trevelyan activating the second GoldenEye satellite]
 * Bond: Interesting setup, Alec. You break into the Bank of England via computer and then transfer the money electronically just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any record of the transactions. Ingenious.
 * Trevelyan: Thank you, James.
 * Bond: But it still boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief. [Trevelyan glowers at him]
 * Trevelyan: You always did have a small mind, James. It's not just erasing bank records, it's everything on every computer in Greater London. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43, oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age!
 * Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, fifty years on.
 * Trevelyan: Oh please, James, spare me the Freud! I might as well ask if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams of the men you've killed. Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women for all the dead ones you failed to protect. England is about to learn the cost of betrayal, inflation adjusted for 1945.


 * [Bond is holding Trevelyan by his foot on top of the satellite antenna.]
 * Trevelyan: For England, James?
 * Bond: No. For me. [lets Trevelyan fall to his death]

Taglines

 * You Know The Name. You Know The Number.
 * No limits. No fears. No substitutes.

Cast

 * Pierce Brosnan - James Bond/Agent 007
 * Izabella Scorupco - Natalya Simonova
 * Sean Bean - Alec Trevelyan/Agent 006
 * Famke Jannsen - Xenia Onatopp
 * Tcheky Karyo - Russian Defense Minister Dmitry Mishkin
 * Judi Dench - M
 * Joe Don Baker - Jack Wade
 * Desmond Llewellyn - Q