Amazon Prime Video original film Skyfall was released November 9th, 2012.
#Skyfall cleared $1.142B at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 92%
metacritic: 81
imdb: 7.8
oscars: 2 wins
golden globes: 1 win
SAG awards: 1 win
007
MI6 Special Agent 007 James Bond is reassigned in Shanghai, China.
“Ronson’s down. He needs medical evac. Hard drive’s gone. It’s gone. Give me a minute. I’m stabilizing Ronson. I have to stop the bleeding. Have you got him? He’s been hit. They’ll be too bloody late. He’s seen us. That’s all right. You weren’t using it. Keep your head down. Yes, ma’am. Just changing carriages.” — James Bond
“Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty. You didn’t get the postcard? You should try it some time. Get away from it all. It really lends perspective. What was it you said? ‘Take the bloody shot.’ You should have trusted me to finish the job. I think you lost your nerve. Maybe too long. Ronson didn’t make it, did he? So this is it. We’re both played out. Good question. Well, I’m here. I’ll go home and change. I’ll find a hotel.” — James Bond
“They weren’t targeting her. They wanted her to see it. Where are we, Tanner? That’s putting it mildly. When do I see M? Who’s Mallory? You believe that? You know what? Let’s. Wasted. Gun. Provocateur. Provocatrix. Target. Sky. Bitch. Swim. Dance. Employment. England. Done. Get these analyzed. For her eyes only. I’m sorry, have we met before? It was only four ribs. Some of the less vital organs. Nothing major. Not enough excitement in Istanbul? Not enough excitement in Istanbul? Well, you gave it your best shot. I’m not sure I could survive your best. Well, do me a favor, will you? If they do ever let you back out there, warn me first. That’s what you want? It’s not for everyone. In your defense, a moving target is much harder to hit.” — James Bond
“Whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives. Mallory. Thank you. I’ll, um… I’ll be outside. Do you get out in the field much? Hire me or fire me. It’s entirely up to you. Him. So how do we find him? With pleasure. Is there anything else you want to tell me? Thank you. Yes, ma’am.” — James Bond
“A bloody big ship. Excuse me. You must be joking. Because you still have spots. Well, your competence is. And youth is no guarantee of innovation. Oh, so why do you need me? Or not pulled. It’s hard to know which in your pajamas. Q. Thank you. And this? A gun… …and a radio. Not exactly Christmas, is it? Brave new world.” — James Bond
“Who’s got the list? Tell me! Who are you working for? I didn’t order anything. Not even you. Aren’t you a little overqualified to be delivering messages? Of course he is. Well, it was only a matter of time. Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way. M’s… …already briefed me on the list. Raising the tantalizing question of what you’re really doing here. Like spying for Mallory. He’s a bureaucrat. Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland, Hereford Regiment. Spent three months at the hand of the IRA. We’ll see. Mm-hmm. And what part’s that?” — James Bond
“Good evening. Don’t touch your ear. I’ve got three exits, lots of blind spots. You look beautiful in that dress. It’s amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands. Do you gamble? I’d like to cash this in, please. Let’s hope so. Thank you. Maybe I’ll even stretch to two. I’m guessing I’ve got four million euros in here. Why don’t we play another? A little like our friend in Shanghai. Did I over-complicate the plot? Bond. James Bond. I’d like that. Will your friends be joining us? Now, now. I’ll keep you posted. Perfect. Depends on the question. A subject in which you’re well-versed. Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh. Yes. I want to meet your employer. You’re scared.” — James Bond
“You put on a good show. But ever since we sat down, you haven’t stopped looking at your bodyguards. Now, three of them is a bit excessive. They’re controlling you. They’re not protecting you. The tattoo on your wrist is Macau sex trade. You belonged to one of the houses. What were you? 12? 13? I’m guessing he was your way out. Perhaps you thought you were in love. But that was a long time ago. I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be. All there is. I can help you. Let me try. Bring me to him. Yes. Someone usually dies.” — James Bond
M
“Where is it? Is it there? Are you sure? They must have it. Get after them. We don’t have the time. Leave him! You both know what’s at stake here. We cannot afford to lose that list. What happened? What do you mean on the train? Well, get after them for God’s sake! We’ve lost tracking. We’re blind here. What’s going on? What was that? 007, are you all right? What’s going on? Report! Can you get into a better position? Take the shot. I said take the shot. Take the bloody shot!”
“It’s like being summoned to the headmaster’s study. Bloody waste of time is what I call it. I think that would be a good idea. Well, you can tell him my operatives are pursuing every avenue. I’ve considered every option. Forgive me, but why am I here? Are we to call this ‘civilian oversight?’ You’re firing me. I’m not an idiot, Mallory. I know I can’t do this job forever but I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave the department in worse shape than I found it. Oh, to hell with dignity. I’ll leave when the job’s done. Get us back to base as soon as possible. What? No, track it. We have to know where it’s coming from. How the hell did they get into our system? Shut it down. What is this? For God’s sake! Just get out of the way! Don’t you recognize the car?”
“I’m going to find whoever did this. Where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you call? Ran out of drink where you were, did they? I made a judgment call. It was the possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it. What do you expect, a bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You’ve been playing it long enough. We both have. Speak for yourself. No. Well, if you believe that, why did you come back? Because we’re under attack. And you know we need you. You’ll have to be debriefed and declared fit for active service. You can only return to duty when you’ve passed the tests, so take them seriously. And a shower might be in order. Oh, we’ve sold your flat, put your things into storage. Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin. You should have called. Well, you’re bloody well not sleeping here.”
“Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007. 007, Gareth Mallory. I’ve just been reviewing Bond’s tests. It seems you’ve passed… by the skin of your teeth. You’re back on active service. If he says he’s ready, he’s ready. What exactly are you implying? As long as I’m head of this department, I’ll choose my own operatives. You’re to go there and await further instructions. If he turns up, he’s yours. Find out who he works for and who has the list. Then terminate him, for Ronson. No. Report to the new Quartermaster for your documentation. He hasn’t set up shop yet, but Tanner will put you two together. Good luck. 007. You are ready for this? He didn’t.”
“Tanner… he’s posted the first five names. Their cover’s blown. They’re in danger. Get them out now.”
Gareth Mallory
“I’m sorry to have to deal with such a delicate subject at our first encounter. But, um… I have to be frank with you. The Prime Minister’s concerned. Have you considered pulling out the agents? Forgive me, that sounds like an evasion. Three months ago, you lost the the computer drive containing the identity of almost every NATO agent embedded in terrorist organizations across the globe. A list which, in the eyes of our allies, never existed. So if you’ll forgive me, I think you know why you’re here. No, we’re to call this ‘retirement planning.’ Your country has only the highest respect for you and your many years of service. When your current posting is completed, you’ll be awarded GCMG with full honors. Congratulations. No, ma’am, I’m here to oversee the transition period leading to your voluntary retirement in two months’ time. Your successor has yet to be appointed, so we’ll be asking you… M, you’ve had a great run. You should leave with dignity.”
“Well, this is going well. I hope I haven’t missed anything. The PM does prattle on in a crisis. Bond. Congratulations. I only have one question. Why not stay dead? You have the perfect way out. Go and live quietly somewhere. Not many field agents get to leave this cleanly. You don’t need to be an operative to see the obvious. It’s a young man’s game. Look, you’ve been seriously injured. There’s no shame in saying you’ve lost a step. The only shame would be not admitting it until it’s too late. Perhaps you can’t see it, or maybe you won’t. You’re sentimental about him. Fair enough. Good luck, 007. Don’t cock it up.”
Eve
“He’s in the black Audi. What about Ronson? I wasn’t using that one, either. Just get clear. Tanner, which way? Where are they now? Down, sir! They’re on the train, ma’am. I mean, they’re on top of a train. I’m still with them. VW Beetles. I think. Bond! He’s uncoupling the cars. It’s rather hard to explain, ma’am. 007’s still in pursuit. Looks like there isn’t much road. I don’t think I can go any further. I may have a shot. It’s not clean. Repeat, I do not have a clean shot. There’s a tunnel ahead. I’m gonna lose them. Negative. There’s no time. I can’t! I may hit Bond. Agent down.”
“She’s ready for you. I’m the one who should say ‘sorry.’ I’ve been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work. Mmm. Something to do with killing 007. That was hardly my best shot. I doubt you’ll get the chance. I’m assisting Gareth Mallory in the transition, and then I’ll be back in the field. Yes, of course. Then you better keep moving.”
“Room service. I’ve got some new information. It’s all part of the learning curve. And Q’s afraid of flying. So whoever stole the list has already decrypted it. They posted the first five names on the web. Well, that’s just the start. They’re posting five more next week, and the week after. It’s some kind of a sadistic game. Cut-throat razor. How very traditional. Sometimes the old ways are the best. Are you putting your life if my hands again? My official directive was to help… ‘in any way I can.’ You know, Mallory’s not as bad as you think. You should do your homework. Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel… so there’s more to him than meets the eye. Keep still. This is the tricky part. Now that’s better. You look the part now. Mmm. Old dog, new tricks.”
“Evening. I’ve got them covered. You don’t scrub up so bad yourself. You’re telling me. I like a little flutter now and then. Who doesn’t like to take chances? She’s pretty. If you like that sort of thing.”
Tanner
“We’re sending an emergency evacuation squad. Medical evac for Ronson five minutes away. Keep going. I can direct you from here. They appear to be on the rooftops of the Grand Bazaar. Take a left. There’s a bridge. You can cut him off. She’s going out of range. Get me CCTV, satellite, anything!”
“It’s a new Chairman. Just standard procedure. Yes? Now? Ma’am, alert from Q-Branch. Someone’s trying to decrypt the stolen hard drive. We’re tracing the encryption signal. Localizing now. Centering in the UK. London. It’s coming from MI6. The data packet is linking to our network. Correction. This is behind our firewall. We should shut down. Strip the headers. Trace the source. Getting trace back now. It appears… it appears to be your computer, ma’am.”
“It’s time to go, ma’am. The assailant hacked into the environmental control system, locked out the safety protocols and turned on the gas, all of which should have been impossible. On top of that, they hacked into her files. They knew her appointments, knew she’d be out of the building. New digs. The old building was declared ‘strategically vulnerable.’ He was able to breach the most secure computer system in Britain. So we’re on war footing now. This was part of Churchill’s bunker. We’re still discovering tunnels dating back to the 18th century. Quite fascinating, if it wasn’t for the rats. Tomorrow you’ll see M and Mallory, too, if you’re lucky. The new Chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee. Charming man. I think you and he are really going to hit it off. Welcome to the new MI6. We’ve attempted to trace the computer message, but it was sent by an asymmetrical security algorithm, which bounced the signal all over the globe through over a thousand different servers. And now that they’ve accessed M’s codes, it’s only a matter of time before they’re able to decrypt the list. Q-Branch have been analyzing the picture but so far nothing. The general feeling is it’s probably someone from her past. Perhaps when she was running things in Hong Kong. She’s no idea what it all means.”
“The truth is, we don’t have a clue who took the list or what they plan to do with it. We can always do this later. Ah, 007. It’s this way. We’ve analyzed the shrapnel fragments. You’re lucky it wasn’t a direct hit or it would have cut you in half. It’s a depleted uranium shell. Military grade. Hard to get, extremely expensive, and only used by a select few. Recognize anyone? Okay. Name’s Patrice. He’s a ghost. No known residence or country of origin. Well, luckily, we still have one or two friends left in the CIA. They’re after him for the Yemeni ambassador’s murder, and they’re getting close. Intel is he’s going to be in Shanghai in two days time, probably on a job. I didn’t know Bond passed the tests.”
Severine
“Now you can afford to buy me a drink. Not bad. I like this game. I don’t gamble. I’m not very lucky. I’ve been waiting to see who would redeem the chip. You made such a bold entrance into our little drama. Who doesn’t appreciate the occasional twist, Mr…? Severine. So, Mr. Bond, shall we discuss your next performance over that drink? That, I’m afraid, is inevitable. Would you mind if I asked you a business question? It has to do with death. And how would you know that? One can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers. I am correct in assuming you killed Patrice? Might I ask why? Be careful what you wish for. Thank you for the drink, Mr. Bond. You know nothing about it. How much do you know about fear? Not like this. Not like him. I don’t think so. How? Can you kill him? Will you? Perhaps you can. When I leave, they’re going to kill you. If you survive, I’m on the Chimera. North harbor. Berth seven. We cast off in an hour. Very nice to have met you, Mr. Bond. Good luck.”
Q
“Always makes me feel a little melancholy. A grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away for scrap. The inevitability of time, don’t you think? What do you see? 007… I’m your new Quartermaster. Why, because I’m not wearing a lab coat? My complexion is hardly relevant. Age is no guarantee of efficiency. I’ll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field. Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled. 007. Ticket to Shanghai. Documentation and passport. And this. Walther PPK/S 9mm short. There’s a micro-dermal sensor in the grip. It’s been coded to your palm print so only you can fire it. Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement. Standard issue radio transmitter. Activate it and it broadcasts your location. Distress signal. And that’s it. Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don’t really go in for that anymore. Good luck out there in the field. And please return the equipment in one piece.”
Shangai, China
“Good evening, sir. How may I help you? One moment, sir. Good fortune tonight, sir. With compliments of the house.”
CNN News
“This is CNN Breaking News. Emergency crews are still attempting to assess the damage as investigators hunt for leads in what now appears to be a major terrorist attack in the heart of London. No-one has yet claimed responsibility for what sources are calling a possible ‘cyber-terrorist assault’ on the British Secret Service. Early reports from the scene indicate at least six dead, many more injured, with victims being evacuated to local hospitals within minutes of the explosion.”
MI6
“I’d like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I might say ‘Day’ and you might say… all right. Gun. Agent. Woman. Heart. Bird. M. Sunlight. Moonlight. Murder. Country. Skyfall. Skyfall.”
London, England
“Madam.”
Adele Adkins
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