Quantum of Solace (2008) Movie Script

It's time

to get out.

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 Ml6, 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.

Oh, really?

Well, then, the first thing

you should know about us

is that we have people everywhere.

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.

Slate was a dead end.

Connection terminated.

Damn him. He killed him.

Touch me and I'll break your wrist.

Camille.

How nice to see you.

Alive, you mean?

I knew we shouldn't have slept together.

I think I'm starting to like you.

So you did just try and have me killed.

And that made me very sad

thinking I would never see you again.

But here you are.

Damn it, Dominic!

I was trying to help you.

I was trying to uncover a leak.

And you, you sent someone to kill me?

Please don't talk to me like I'm stupid!

It's unattractive.

Come. I wanna show you something.

Come.

There's nothing that makes me

more uncomfortable

than friends talking behind my back.

It feels like

ants under my skin.

It's been that way forever.

I remember when I was 15,

I had a crush on

one of my mother's piano students.

Somehow I overheard her saying

very nasty things about me.

I got so angry.

I took an iron.

Is that him?

I... We only spoke on the phone.

It's such a shame

because he's one of my best geologists.

He said you asked to buy information.

No. He called me

and offered to sell me information.

Why would I come back here

if I was lying?

Because you love me.

I was doing it for you.

To stop him from betraying you.

You know what burns more

than all your bullshit?

Is that I always got the feeling

that you were only sleeping with me

to get to General Medrano.

Is that him?

You know how these

deposed dictators are,

jealous of their safety.

Stick around.

I'll introduce you.

Do you see the girl

that just walked in here?

Could you give her that?

Tell her to call me.

You've reached Universal Exports.

Our offices are currently closed.

And you can do all this for me?

Well, look at what we

did to this country.

The Haitians elect a priest

who decides to raise the minimum wage

from 38 cents to $1 a day.

It's not a lot,

but it's enough to upset the corporations

who were here making T-shirts

and running shoes.

So they called us,

and we facilitated a change.

The difference is,

my country's not some flyspeck

in the middle of the Caribbean.

But we've already begun

destabilizing the government.

We'll supply the private security.

We'll pay off the right officials,

and we have 26 countries

ready to officially recognize

your new Bolivian government.

You want your country back.

My organization can give it to you

within the week.

You've been busy.

And in return you want what?

A desert.

- This part.

- This land is worthless.

So you're getting a great deal.

You won't find oil there.

Everyone has tried.

Maybe, maybe not.

But we own whatever we find.

Did you know Ernesto Montes?

A very powerful man in his day.

He had a beautiful Russian wife.

A dancer.

Well, his daughter works for me.

Or did.

She's lovely,

but I don't see the resemblance.

Why don't you consider her

as something to sweeten the deal?

Just promise me to drop her

over the side when you're done.

Camille, General Medrano.

Be careful what you wish for, my dear.

Have fun, you two.

What the hell are you doing?

- You're welcome!

- You idiot! Take me back!

You know, maybe I'll do that later.

You're not one of Greene's.

Dominic Greene?

Get down!

- Give me the wheel!

- Navigate!

Left!

- What are you doing?

- Hold on!

Get down!

Excuse me.

Thank you. She's seasick.

It's Bond.

- Connect Bond.

- Connecting 007.

Yes?

Name check, Dominic Greene.

G- R-E-E-N-E.

I might need a little more than that.

There are a lot of Dominic Greenes.

Do you have a social security

or passport number?

No.

Scanning DGSE databases.

- Anything?

- Scanning KGB databases.

Do you have anything?

Will you put her on, please?

I am on, Bond. What happened to Slate?

I'm not dwelling on the past.

- I don't think you should, either.

- You killed him.

Largest hit, Dominic Greene,

CEO of Greene Planet.

It's a utility company,

but Greene's been doing

a lot of philanthropic work,

buying up large tracts of land

for ecological preserves.

You should be getting

his picture now.

Yep, that's him.

I'm afraid there's a firewall

around his other corporate holdings,

so we have no other information.

Get me the Americans.

Connecting.

Go ahead.

Interest in Dominic Greene,

Greene Planet.

Transferring you now.

Hold for Gregory Beam, please.

Thank you.

Hi, this is Gregory Beam, ma 'am.

Hello, Mr. Beam.

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.

We have no interest in Mr. Greene.

Thank you, Mr. Beam.

Connection terminated.

He's a person of extreme interest.

- But he just said that he wasn't...

- Tanner, I asked about the man

and she transferred me

to the section chief of South America.

How would she know to do that

if they weren't tracking him?

Bond, we have your location

as approaching an airfield.

- Is Greene on the move?

- Yeah.

I've got a tail number,

Golf-Zero-Charlie-Sierra-Charlie.

Get me a destination.

It's a private charter

going to Bregenz, Austria,

leaving immediately.

Tanner, authorize a charter for 007.

And, Bond, if you could avoid killing

every possible lead,

it would be deeply appreciated.

Yes, ma'am. I'll do my best.

Connection terminated.

I've heard that before.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Welcome aboard.

Come. Have a seat.

Charlie-Sierra-Charlie.

Jeez.

Sorry.

How much longer?

So do we have an understanding?

Yeah.

We do nothing to stop a coup in Bolivia,

and in exchange,

the new government gives America

the lease to any oil found.

If it's oil you want.

Well, you didn't find diamonds, did you?

Drilling underground, you kept off

everybody's radar for a very long time,

but you can't buy that much piping

without somebody getting curious.

We'll have to verify the find.

I'm not even admitting there is one.

You are getting this for free.

Venezuela, Brazil, now Bolivia.

With you tied up in the Middle East,

South America is falling like dominoes.

You don't need another Marxist giving

national resources to the people, do you?

Well, we can hardly be expected

to do something about a coup

we know nothing about.

And I have a pest.

This.

You have any idea who that is?

Sorry.

It's James Bond, British Secret Service.

I don't know how I

could have missed that.

I will need you to get rid of him for me.

Yeah. That's not gonna be a problem.

You know who Greene is

and you wanna put us in bed with him.

You are kidding, right?

Yeah. You're right.

We should just deal with nice people.

I need to know you're on the team, Felix.

I need to know you value your career.

Dominic Greene.

- Good to see you. Good.

- How are you?

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight's performance of Tosca

will begin shortly.

Please take your seats.

What else does General

Medrano require?

Anything further

from Canadian intelligence?

We'll discuss that later.

How much more pipeline do we need?

Ideally, 2,000 kilometers.

Are there any objections?

No.

Not here.

No objections.

Transfer the funds

from our Siberian holdings.

Done.

Where do the Americans stand?

Well, the CIA doesn't care about another

dictator as long as they get their end.

But when they find out

that they've been duped?

I'm working on that.

I'm still not sure that the Tierra Project

is the best use of Quantum 's time.

Perhaps we should shift

our focus to the Canadian.

This is the world's

most precious resource.

We need to control as much

of it as we can.

Bolivia must be top priority.

Can I offer an opinion?

I really think you people

should find a better place to meet.

Where do you think you're going?

Thank you.

Well, Tosca isn't for everyone.

Drop it.

So who are you working for?

Piss off.

Get rid of anything we brought with us.

We've been compromised.

I asked you who you were working for.

- Is he one of ours?

- No.

Then he shouldn't be looking at me.

Get me M.

It's your line.

Thanks. Connect call.

Connecting Tanner.

We've ID'd the pictures.

Show me.

Gregor Karakov, former minister,

now owns most of the mines in Siberia,

Moishe Soref, former Mossad,

now telecom giant,

and Guy Haines, special envoy

to the Prime Minister.

Get Bond.

There's something else.

It appears Bond shot Haines'

bodyguard and threw him off a roof.

- Where are you?

- Did you get my pictures?

Was this a conversation?

Can you link these people?

Is that stress in your voice?

I need you to come in and debrief.

- I don't have time.

- Bond, you killed a man in Bregenz.

I did my best not to.

You shot him at point blank

and threw him off a roof.

I'd hardly call that showing restraint,

especially since he was

a member of Special Branch.

So who was he guarding?

Bond, are you missing the fact

that you killed a member

of Special Branch?

I need you to come in.

And I would, but right now I need to find

the man who tried to kill you.

Go back to sleep.

Connection terminated.

Restrict Bond's movements.

Cancel his cards.

Put an alert on his passports.

All of them.

And I want to know everything

we don't know about Haines.

Yes, ma 'am.

And, Tanner,

be careful who you trust with this.

Hopefully, you're a better judge

of character than I am.

You want to follow your friends

to La Paz, Bolivia?

Please.

I'm sorry, sir, but this doesn't work.

Do you have another card?

No.

Could you do me a favor?

You're gonna get a

phone call in a minute.

Would you mind telling them

I'm headed for Cairo?

- I'd be happy to.

- Thank you.

Mathis.

What do you want?

Come to apologize?

You know, Mathis,

I think retirement suits you.

None for him.

Sorry. He's in a bad mood today.

I need a passport

and matching credit cards.

And Ml6 ran out of plastic?

Well, oddly, right now,

you're the only person I think I can trust.

That is odd.

But I guess when one's young,

it seems very easy to distinguish

between right and wrong.

But as one gets older,

it becomes more difficult.

The villains and the heroes

get all mixed up.

I was sorry to hear about Vesper.

I think she loved you.

Right up until the moment

she betrayed me.

She died for you.

Why did you really want to see me?

I need some information.

You have some hard friends.

This man is some kind of facilitator.

Fingers in many pies,

and they don't leave any prints.

- These men were together?

- They're buying up oil pipeline.

Something called the Tierra Project.

- Do you know it?

- Destroy these.

That's Guy Haines. You don't know him?

- Should I?

- I suppose not.

You haven't been keeping

secrets as long as I have.

He keeps a very low profile,

but he's one of the Prime Minister's

closest advisors.

Well, they say you're judged

by the strength of your enemies.

Do you know anything about Bolivia?

I was stationed in South America

for seven years.

- Well, do you have some contacts there?

- A few.

What do you want to know?

Come with me.

You can't sleep?

May I fix you a drink, sir?

What are you drinking?

I don't know. What am I drinking?

Three measures of Gordon's gin,

one of vodka, half of...

- Kina Lillet.

- Kina Lillet, which is not Vermouth,

shaken well until it is ice-cold,

then served

with a large thin slice of lemon peel.

Six of them.

That's impressive.

They're good. You should have one.

No, it'll just keep me awake.

So what's keeping you awake?

I was wondering why you came with me.

It takes something

to admit you were wrong.

- You want a sleeping pill?

- No.

- Pain pill?

- No.

I have pills for everything.

Some make you taller.

Some make you forget.

I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Good idea.

Thank you.

Mr. Bond, my name is Fields.

I'm from the consulate.

Well, of course you are.

And what do you do

at the consulate, Fields?

That's not important.

My orders are to turn you around

and put you on the first plane

back to London.

Do those orders include my friend Mathis?

I'm sorry, I don't know who you are.

You see that? Gone such a short time

and already forgotten.

You're just saying that to hurt me.

Mr. Bond, these orders come from

the highest possible authority.

Taxi.

Fields, when is the next flight to London?

Tomorrow morning.

Well then, we have all night.

If you attempt to flee,

I will arrest you,

drop you off in jail

and take you to the plane in chains.

- Understand?

- Perfectly. After you.

- I think she has handcuffs.

- I do hope so.

He blames the water shortage

on global warming.

Hello, Carlos? Carlos.

The Colonel who heads

the National Police.

We have a reservation.

- C?mo est??

- Very well, thank you.

- Your name?

- Miss Fields.

- You're going nowhere.

- So shoot me.

I'd rather stay in a morgue.

We are teachers on sabbatical.

This fits our cover.

No, it doesn't. Get in. Get in!

Follow me, please.

- May I show you your room, se?or?

- No, it's fine. Thank you.

I can't find the...

The stationery.

Will you come and help me look?

You've been invited to a party.

I didn't know we had any friends here.

Greene Planet.

You're not coming?

I'm having a drink

with my friend the Colonel.

I'll see you there later.

Do you know how angry I am at myself?

I can't imagine.

You must be furious.

Do you want to go to a party?

A party?

But I have nothing to wear.

We'll fix that.

It might be useful to

know your real name.

Fields.

Just Fields.

Fields it is, then.

We are in a spiral

of environmental decline.

Since 1945, 17% of the

planet's vegetated surface

has been irreversibly degraded.

The Tierra Project is just one small part

of a global network of Eco Parks

that Greene Planet has created

to rejuvenate a world

on the verge of collapse.

I hope that tonight you make

the decision to be part of that.

Thank you.

And have fun.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Excellent speech and congratulations.

Wonderful speech, Dominic.

- We need you here.

- Thank you.

Miss Fields, Mr. Bond, my friend Carlos.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Ma'am.

Mr. Bond, Mathis has spoken

a great deal about you.

I want you to know my entire

police force is at your disposal.

Well, that could be very useful.

You know, there are people in this

country spending half their paycheck

just to get clean water.

What do you think of that?

The Bolivian government is the problem.

They cut down the trees,

then act surprised when the water

and the soil wash out to sea.

I couldn't agree more.

I hope this figure is to your liking.

Ch?ri, you shouldn't tease.

Why don't you tell them about all

the land you bought up outside Potos??

It's been a pleasure. Will you excuse me?

Of course.

Somehow the logging rights

went to a multinational corporation

that cut down the forests,

but only after our last government

sold the land to Greene Planet.

- Or have I got my facts crossed?

- Yes, I think you did.

You'll excuse us?

What a wonderful night.

You just cost me

quite a bit of money, darling.

You can't put a price on integrity.

I can try.

Thank you.

Tell me you didn't drop by tonight

just to piss on my parade.

Or are you still after

this General's head for your mantel?

A little of both.

Tell me where Medrano is

and maybe you won't lose

any more investors.

You are really breaking my heart,

choosing an insect like that over me.

Are you going to throw me over?

No. You've been drinking,

so maybe you slipped.

Just think how much you'd miss me.

Good evening.

There you are.

Would you excuse me?

Mr. Bond.

What a pleasure.

Well, careful with this one.

She won't go to bed with you

unless you give her something

she really wants.

It's a shame

because she's really quite stunning

once you get her on her back.

I wish I could say

the feeling was mutual.

I'm sorry, Mr. Greene, but we have to go.

Please. My friends call me Dominic.

I'm sure they do.

How much do you know

about Bond, Camille?

Because he's rather a tragic case.

As Ml6 says, he's difficult to control.

Nice way of saying that everything

he touches seems to wither and die.

Shall we?

Doesn't bode well for you, I'm afraid.

You two do make

a charming couple, though.

You're both... What's the expression?

Damaged goods.

Oh, my gosh!

I'm so sorry.

Come on, lighten up.

You're cramping my style.

So it's British intelligence now.

What the hell do you want from me?

You're gonna show me

Dominic Greene's Tierra Project.

- Are you up to it?

- Do I have a choice?

Do you want one?

There's something horribly

efficient about you.

Is that a compliment?

Well, what's the bet that Dominic Greene

has friends in the police force?

Stay here.

Now, why would you want me to do that?

Mathis?

There's a hospital

on the other side of town.

Please.

Stay with me.

Stay here, please.

Please.

Come here.

It's okay.

That's better.

That doesn't hurt.

Is Mathis your cover name?

Yes.

Not a very good one, is it?

Do we forgive each other?

I shouldn't have left you alone.

Vesper.

She gave everything for you.

Forgive her.

Forgive yourself.

Is that how you treat your friends?

He wouldn't care.

Let's go.

The Foreign Secretary's

asking to see you.

What don't I know?

Ren? Mathis has been

shot dead in Bolivia.

The police claim it was Bond.

How much did you pay him?

Well, he wanted you,

but I left him the car as collateral.

He'll make much more

when he sells us out.

Right.

Let's see if this thing'll fly.

Here.

All the information I found said

there was nothing of value there,

but Greene's geologist

had proof that there was.

My sources tell me

you're Bolivian Secret Service,

or used to be,

and that you infiltrated Greene's

organization by having sex with him.

- That offends you?

- No, not in the slightest.

So what's your interest in Greene?

Amongst other things,

he tried to kill a friend of mine.

- A woman?

- Yes.

But it's not what you think.

- Your mother?

- She likes to think so.

What's that down there?

That's a sinkhole.

There are a few around here.

Just for the record,

I wasn't with Greene for my...

Damn it!

I think we lost him!

He's coming fast!

He's right behind you!

Here. Put that on!

Come on!

Camille!

According to the Bolivians,

it was a routine stop,

and when they discovered Mathis' body,

Bond disarmed and shot them.

Of course, there are no witnesses

to prove otherwise.

I need something.

I can't go in there unarmed.

I'm sorry. There's nothing.

Come in.

What's today's excuse?

That Bond is legally blind?

No, Minister.

I don't think I need to tell you

how upset the PM is.

With respect, the PM has my direct line.

And he'd have used it

if he'd wanted to speak to you.

I'm sorry, M. Things have changed.

We've had long discussions

with our cousins.

Mr. Greene's interests

and ours now align.

Minister, this man is a major player in one

of the most dangerous organizations...

We've never even heard of.

Foreign policy cannot be conducted on

the basis of hunches and innuendo.

Then give us time

to gather enough evidence

so you can make informed decisions.

Fine.

Say you're right.

Say Greene is a villain.

If we refused to do business with villains,

we'd have almost no one to trade with.

The world's running out of oil, M.

The Russians aren't playing ball.

The Americans and Chinese

are dividing up what's left.

Right or wrong doesn't come into it.

We're acting out of necessity.

Bond is running wild.

Who's to say he hasn't been turned?

Pull him in

or the Americans will put him down.

I think I found a way out.

You're freezing.

I'm fine.

So what is it that Greene has

that you want?

It's not Greene.

It's Medrano, the man he met in Haiti.

My father worked for the military junta.

He was a very cruel man,

but he was my father.

When I was a small child

the opposition sent general

Medrano to our house.

He shot my father.

He did things to my mother and my sister

and then strangled them while I watched.

I was too young to be any trouble,

so he just smiled at me

and set the house on fire.

He left his mark.

So when I pulled you off the boat...

I waited years for that chance.

I apologize.

It seems we're both using Greene

to get to somebody.

You lost somebody?

I did, yes.

You catch whoever did it?

No. Not yet.

Tell me when you do.

I'd like to know how it feels.

We should go.

You ready?

They used dynamite.

This used to be a riverbed.

Greene isn't after the oil.

He wants the water.

We can't leave it like this.

It's one dam. He's creating a drought.

He'll have built others.

Excuse me, sir. Your wife left a message.

The English woman,

she left it for you this morning.

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

What is it?

Would you mind waiting down here?

I'll be outside.

So that's what she meant.

I hope you can trust these men.

Just a moment. It's Tanner.

Yes?

We've got the girl downstairs.

She says to tell you she's sorry

but this is not her fight.

It isn't. Let her go.

She isn't our concern.

Well, I'm disappointed.

You are?

How much oil

did the Americans promise you?

This isn't about oil.

- Well, that's good, because there isn't any.

- It's about trust.

You said you weren't motivated

by revenge.

- I'm motivated by my duty.

- No.

I think you are so blinded

by inconsolable rage

that you don't care who you hurt.

When you can't tell your friends

from your enemies, it's time to go.

Quantum of Solace (2008) - full transcript