OPEN: JAMES BOND MARCHES INTO HIS "GUN BARREL" AND FIRES.

NIGHT: INT, PARKING GARAGE, SINGAPORE CITY: A nice silver Jaguar conversable drives in. He drive hard, circles a little then pulls into a spot. He gets out of the car holding a silver briefcase. He scopes the area a little then draws a gun. He holds it up high then puts it on the ground. This is MARCUS, a small but lean and mean looking man wearing a tan suit with an open collar and some "bling".

MARCUS I'm unarmed. Come on out now.

There's a voice that comes out from the shadows. It is a calm voice with an English accent.

VOICE The hideout piece on your ankle too please. Be reminded, I have you under my aim.

Marcus reaches down and pulls out a smaller gun, a Beretta. He kicks it towards the English accent.

VOICE Thank you. Now, quick question. Do you know where to get some advil in a hurry?
MARCUS Yes. Why?
A figure dashes out from the shadows. A flurry of fists and it's over. Marcus lies on the ground unconscious. Tilt up to see JAMES BOND standing wearing nearly exactly what Marcus was.

BOND Because this might hurt a bit.

Bond slips into the car after picking up the briefcase Marcus left.

CUT TO. EXT-PIERS, NIGHT: Bond drives up to the wharf in among the cargo containers. He stops the car and waits for a moment. After a short time he sees a trio of thugs emerge, all three are carrying very large automatic weapons. Bond gets out of the car with the briefcase. He walks to them

BOND I see you boys aren't really ones for subtlety.

THUG#1 (Maylay accent)
Put down the case and raise your hands.

Bond compiles with a certain air of destain.

BOND Throwing in a please couldn't hurt either gents.

THUG #1 No talking.

They frisk Bond. They find a 9mm tucked into his pants at the back. He holds it up to Bond's face.

THUG #1 What's this?
BOND My toothbrush. Dangerous business with dangerous people. What would you do?

The main thug "escorts" Bond down a row of containers.

CUT TO. INT-WAREHOUSE, NIGHT: The warehouse is mostly empty. In the middle of a large room are a pair of vans and a long table. At the table is a small man sitting with two laptops. There are three more "thugs" standing behind the little man. Bond is shown the way to the long table. The little man stands. This is MR. FINCH, arms dealer extrodinare.

MR. FINCH Mr. Newton I presume?
BOND That would be me.
MR. FINCH Would you care for something? Drink, vodka or something stronger?

Bond puts the briefcase on the table with more than a little force.

BOND If it's all the same to you, I'd like to make this happen in as little time as I can.
Mr. Finch looks peterved. He sits down and begins to work the laptop in front of him. Bond pulls up a chair and sits.

MR. FINCH You have what I'm needing?
BOND Yes.
MR. FINCH Let me see it.
BOND You first.

Mr. Finch looks up.

BOND I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Mr. Finch spins the laptop around to Bond. Bond leans in close to see. A brief image of schematics, or roadmaps. Mr. Finch turns the laptop back too fast for Bond to make anything positive.

MR. FINCH Your turn.

Bond opens the briefcase. Inside is a small portable hardrive. He takes it out and shows Finch.

BOND Here. All access pass to the vaults of the British wealth.

CUT TO. INT-MI6 SITUATION ROOM, NIGHT: BILL TANNER, a smaller, lean slightly tense looking man stands in a room of computers and monitors. On a large screen in front of him is a first person view though a button on Bond's lapel.

TANNER 007's ready to make the exchange.

A woman's voice rises from one of the upper levels. A powerful and stern, intelligent voice.

M Has he made conformation on the actuality of the card?

Tanner looks back to the screen. He pushes a few buttons on a pad he's holding. The image rewinds and we're back at the point where Bond caught the sight of the computer screen.

M Hold.

The image pauses.

TANNER That sure is it.
M Good. Is his piece still working?
TANNER It is.

M 007, make the buy, leave and we'll pick them up minutes afterwards.

CUT TO. WAREHOUSE, NIGHT: Mr. Finch smiles at the data he's received.

BOND Happy then?
MR. FINCH I am. I'm downloading the schematics back to disc. BOND Thank you.

CUT TO. MI6 SIT ROOM: Tanner touches his earpiece, he looks concerned.

TANNER M, there might be a problem. We have intelligence that suggests INTERPOL is right now, staging a raid on the warehouse.
M They don't know Bond is in there. Can we stall them?
TANNER No mam, they've gone dark.
M Dammit. Inform Bond he might be leaving early.
TANNER Yes mam. (into his headset) 007, the locals's are staging a raid, maintain cover and evacuate with the disc.

CUT TO. INT-WAREHOUSE: Bond checks his watch. It shows a small screen with the position of the hardrive he gave Mr. Finch. Bond bugged it so MI6 could follow them. Mr. Finch finishes his download and is beginning to turn the disc over to Bond. The blades of a helicopter can be faintly heard. The "thugs" turn their attention to the ceiling. Mr. Finch follows suit. Bond keeps his eye on the disc in Mr. Finch's hand.

MR. FINCH Mr. Newton, I have to say, I have a keen nose for rats. Evacuate, NOW!

Bond reaches behind himself and quickly draws a Walther PPK.

BOND The disc, NOW!
MR. FINCH We're leaving you to the pigs. Kill him!

The first three thugs Bond encountered raise their weapons to fire. Bond, the quicker draw, drops all three in three shots. He fires again at Mr. Finch, too late however, now that Finch is in one of the vans. Bond starts to run towards his car. Along the way he's accosted by a few INTERPOL agents. With a few choice words and moves he renders them unconscious.

BOND (to MI6)
In pursuit!

Bond jumps into the car and gives chase though the warehouse, smashing though the tables and laptops. He pops out the other side of the warehouse and heads down the dock as the sun rises in the East. The chase it ON! Standard fare, swerving cars on the New York freeways gunfire being exchanged, fun stuff like that. The villans' van pulls into a small helicopter port while Bond is lagging behind a little. His car is quite beaten what with none of Q's accessories to strengthen it. The car grinds to a halt with a leaking gas tank. Bond makes a quick escape chasing a thug. The thug turns his gun on Bond. He fires, Bond rolls. But this is no ordinary gun, a grenade launcher. The projectile strikes Bond's car and erupts in a titanic blast of fire and metal. Bond drops and rolls avoiding the flying debris and putting two rounds in the thug's chest. Bond sees Mr. Finch boarding a helicopter on the pad. He gives chase. He makes it though the gate as the chopper rises over him. Bond spends his next two rounds aiming at Mr. Finch. HE MISSES! Mr. Finch's chopper flies off into the East.

CUT TO. INT-MI6 SIT ROOM: M looks coldly pissed.

M He didn't get it back!
TANNER No mam, the disc got away on us.
M Is the tracker working?

Tanner checks a computer screen.

TANNER :Yes it is.
M: Good. Tell Bond he can make amends by returning to London and not ask questions.

CUT TO. WIDE SHOT: Looking over the docks and on to the South China Sea, Bond steps up on to the pier. He looks savagely angry.

CUT TO. CLOSE ON BOND: His eyes focus on a plan in motion.

M (V.O)
Call 004. Bond is off the case.

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