Quantum of Solace

It's time to get out.

Another ringer with the slick trigger finger for Her Majesty

Another one with the golden tongue poisoning your fantasy

Another bill from a killer turned a thriller to a tragedy

A door left open A woman walking by

A drop in the water A look in the eye

A phone on the table A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think that you can trust is just

Another way to die

Another tricky little gun giving silence to the one

That will never see the sunshine

Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother in the nick of time

Another dirty money heaven-sent honey turning on a dime

Well, a door left open A woman walking by

A drop in the water A look in the eye

A phone on the table A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think that you can trust is just

Another way to die

Hey!

You know you're gonna die

Shoot 'em, bang, bang!

A door left open A woman walking by

A drop in the water A look in the eye

A phone on the table A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think that you can trust is just

Another way to die

Another

Another

It's just another way

Shoot 'em up, bang, bang!

You know you're gonna

Die!

Die!

Just another

Just another

Just another

It's just another way

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Don't bleed to death.

-Hello, Mitchell. -Bond.

The Americans are gonna be none too pleased about this.

I promised them Le Chiffre, and they got Le Chiffre.

They got his body.

If they'd wanted his soul, they should have made a deal with a priest.

Has he said anything? -No.

I'm going to check the perimeter, ma'am.

You look like hell.

When's the last time you slept?

Vesper's boyfriend, Yusef Kabira,

the one who was abducted in Morocco, the one she was trying to save.

His body was washed up on a beach in Ibiza.

We're meant to believe the fish did that to his face.

His wallet and ID were in his pocket.

Well, that's convenient. Quite.

Which is why I did a DNA check on a lock of his hair found in Vesper's apartment.

It's not him.

A lock of his hair?

I wouldn't have thought Vesper the sentimental type.

Well, we never really know anyone, do we?

But I do need to know, Bond.

I need to know that I can trust you.

And you don't?

Well, it'd be a pretty cold bastard

who didn't want revenge for the death of someone he loved.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm not gonna go chasing him. He's not important.

And neither was she.

It's clear, ma'am.

-Thanks, Mitchell. -Shall we?

Are you gonna tell us who you work for?

I was always very interested to meet you.

I'd heard so much about you from Vesper.

The real shame is that if she hadn't killed herself,

we would have had you, too.

I think you would have done anything for her.

Well, you know you're not in Britain, and God knows where you'll be tomorrow.

Which should tell you that eventually

you will tell us about the people you work with,

and the longer it takes, the more painful we'll make it.

You really don't know anything about us.

It's so amusing because we are on the other side, thinking,

"The MI6, the CIA, they're looking over our shoulders.

"They're listening to our conversations."

And the truth is you don't even know we exist.

Well, we do now, Mr. White, and we're quick learners.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, really?

Well, then, the first thing you should know about us

Well, then, the first thing you should know about us

is that we have people everywhere.

Am I right?

Am I right?

Anything?

Craig Mitchell worked for me for eight years.

He passed a full security check and lie detector test every year.

Didn't leave so much as a scrap of paper to explain any of it.

Eight years! Five as my personal bodyguard.

I found this and three other bloody Christmas presents

I bought him about the house.

I don't think he smoked.

And you had to kill him.

Couldn't bring him in for questioning so that we might actually learn something.

When someone says we got people everywhere, you expect it to be hyperbole.

Lots of people say that. Florists use that expression.

Doesn't mean that they've got somebody working for them inside the bloody room.

What the hell is this organization, Bond?

How can they be everywhere and we know nothing about them?

-I assume we found no trace of White. No.

The agent guarding the door in the garage

was dead before you passed him on the stairs.

I passed him on the stairs? Christ!

Mitchell must have killed him when he went out to check the perimeter.

You're lucky to be here.

Do you think White's still alive?

-Yes, I do. -What is it?

Craig Mitchell, 45 years old.

No living family. Gave generously to charity.

Tell me you know more than that.

Our moneymen went through every bill in Mitchell's wallet and house.

-How much did he have? Less than 100 pounds,

and about the same in euros and dollars.

Excuse me. Excuse me, ma'am.

We've done a complete forensic analysis of every note and its traceable history.

Not in the mood.

After you.

This particular note from Mitchell's wallet may be of interest.

Scanning.

We introduced tagged bills into Le Chiffre's money-laundering operation

by intercepting illegal payoffs.

We traced money through several of his bank accounts around the world.

That's pretty thin.

At the rate money changes hands,

you could probably find a tenner in my wallet with a tag.

That's true, ma'am. A single bill could be a coincidence,

but what about a whole stack?

These bills, from the same series as Mitchell's,

were just scanned at a bank in Port-au-Prince, Haiti,

deposited in the account of a Mr. Slate.

Impress me.

We have a Mr. Edmund Slate returning to Port-au-Prince

from Heathrow this morning.

His entry documents have him staying at the Hotel Dessalines.

He's in room 325.

-Thank you. You're welcome.

Do you have any messages for 325?

No, sir. The only message was about the briefcase

that was delivered earlier.

-Did you want us to continue holding it? -No. No, I'll take that now.

Yes, sir.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Get in!

-What? -Get in.

All right.

You're late.

I got pulled into a meeting.

Who with?

A friend of Mr. White's.

Don't think I know him.

It's funny.

You don't look at all like I expected.

Really? What were you expecting?

I didn't think geologists looked so...

So?

A friend of yours?

I don't have any friends.

Get out of the way! Move!

We didn't settle on a price.

Make me an offer.

We can work it out later, over drinks.

Dominic didn't give you any trouble, did he?

No.

What the hell is this?

I think someone wants to kill you.

That wasn't very nice.

-You were supposed to shoot her. -Well, I missed.

Get Bond.

-Where is he now? -Approaching the docks, Kings Quay.

Connecting. Tanner.

I've got Bond.

Ask him about Slate.

She wants to know about Slate.

Tell her Slate was a dead end.