What is happening, y'all? Welcome, I'm back. That's got to be hard. Going back to your apartment where you lived with all your friends and they're just dead. Coming back to the quiet, the solitude. Oh, man. To whom it may concern, they're gone because of my mistakes. I could have stopped it, but I failed. It should have been me. James Bond. Well, this can't be good. I was going to say somebody wrote a suicide note for me. You like PCs?
What else you like? [groaning] Let's play some chess. Took you long enough. Did that little run give you a run for your money? How do you know about Mauritania? Die, and I'll tell you all about it. Hold his face down. Hold him on the burner. I lost him. Who do you work for? [clears throat and snorts] Take the shot. Oh, what's happening? No. Okay, I was about to say I was like, you better not skip cut scenes and [__] Need to get onto the balcony.
Need to get a gun, brother. Just go home. Go for a walk. Shake it off, she said. I'm going to be climbing that thing, aren't I? James, this had better be It is. Someone just tried to kill me. Say again? At the apartment. I took his phone. I need you to trace the text. What? I can't. I'm Well, I'm on a date. And you're suspended. You'll need to report this to HQ. Go through the proper channels.
No, it's the twins. We don't have time for protocol. The matches operating in central London. If I lose the trail, we'll never know who they're working for. Please, Moneypenny. What kind of phone? Are you sure this is the place? Positive. The signal's coming from inside the Works and Arts Museum. There's an event. The Webb Industries anniversary gala. Webb gala's tonight? How did I miss that? James, if Webb is a target, we can't sit on this. I need to issue an alert.
Don't. He'll only slip away again. I need time. Be quick about it. I've updated your watch tracker. See if you can't get a closer fix on the signal. And James I'll be careful. No, you won't. Just don't screw up. Well, I'm in bloody traffic. A room full of half-drunk bores. This reveal better be worth the trouble. From what I hear you won't be. Rather a lot of security for an office party, isn't there? Well, there's rather a lot of millionaires. Sir, this is strictly an invitation-only event. Of course I brought it.
Yes, sir. Now, who has my invitation? I lost it twice on the way. How could I not remember? [screaming] That doesn't feel typical. Just borrowing it for a bit. All right, could I just take one right there without zapping some dude in the face? It's quite effective hearing, my dear. Champagne. And perhaps something a little stronger. I'm looking for my friend. Tall, blonde, dead eyed. Would he be the one who gave you that makeover?
Got you now. Completely drowned me the blonde affair. I am incredibly sorry, sir. Deep down this rabbit hole. Tell me you caught him. No. But it looks like CCTV did. If I access the camera feed, can you locate him? You'd have to patch me directly into the CCTV network terminal. Go to the security room. It's first floor, east wing, staff offices. Got it. Let's get a spot up close for the big speech.
It's a street train wreck. Three agents in trouble and Hey, you're back home. Just waiting on a journalist who's running late and holding me up. At the bar. Rob Mynkley, Crux magazine. No, he's not here. That's why I'm calling you. Actually, Mike Chaxfield from the Bulletin is here, I'm told. If Mynkley doesn't appear in the next 10, let's find him, give him the exclusive. Yes, that Rob Mynkley. I really rather the exclusive went to Crux, but if he can't be asked turning up, we have no choice but to offer it to Mike at the Bulletin.
She might be able to help me, yeah. See what she has for me. are? Rob Mynkley. Sorry for the wait. About time, Mr. Minkley. I almost gave up on you. Right then, go grab your camera and I'll take you past security. All right. I think this is leading me to security. protest demonstration tonight. I hear half the cabinet's here. David, there are I wonder if they're going to get a copyright claim just kind of being in the background like that.
One of the tech interns, maybe? You don't look like you belong here. You don't look like you want to be here. Astute, aren't we? My husband's stuck at the office, as usual. Insisted I make an appearance. Perhaps you know him. Roger Finch. He's the CLO over at Webb. Can't say I've had the pleasure. Well, I'm leaving. There's a little Irish pub around the corner. Care to join? What would Roger think?
What exactly do you think the Irish get up to in pubs? Maybe another time. Your loss, darling. Um camera, camera, camera, camera, camera. I'd have to get past all of them to go upstairs or just go upstairs myself or Okay. Is that the same Photography can be such a negative experience. Did I Snatch it? No, I didn't. I don't know. Sorry. I had an option. Oh, I think I was supposed to hack his camera. Well, hang on. I just used up a bunch of stuff. I thought I was going to distract them and yank the camera off of them for some reason.
Suhail and practice lava once. No problem. Hmm. Well, that's Well, even if I just distract him, I don't Oh. Hmm. I didn't see you there. Let me see. My fault. I mean, I like the camera approach. I just got to figure out where I can find someone to snatch a camera off of. My mistake. Didn't see you there. Yeah, better just leave it. Definitely don't want that camera. It's broken. Any idea why we're here tonight?
I'm not at liberty Sorry, sir. This area is reserved for press photographers only. Not a problem. Well, I have it on good faith from a source. nuclear Huh? What are you talking about? Saw nothing. Though I could use some more stuff to pop people and make them sick. All right. Already? Also. Follow me. The balcony should give you an excellent view of the stage. Sorry, miss, but this man can't go upstairs.
Relax, fellas. He's with me. You say so. I read your articles in Drugs Magazine on rogue AI and cognitive warfare. Very thought-provoking. Aren't you afraid you'll wind up in the wrong person's crosshairs one day? What makes you think I haven't already? Enjoy the speech. Should be right up your alley. Can't wait. All right. Any pushback from museum security we can handle. They know their place.
Good sir, this area is off limits. MI6. We have a potential security threat. I need access to the CCTV feed and I need it now. Right. Sure you are. Listen, son. My name is Simon, and Simon says go back to the gala, have yourself a glass of bubbles, and try not to worry that pretty little head of yours. We've got everything under control here tonight. You need to listen to me. Feet or head first, you choose. I mean, I'm I'm on board with just cracking this dude's skull.
Museum key card. Okay, I can I get that? Yeah, I do have laser. Okay, cool. Easy on the filters, love. Eyes the size of saucers. Nope. Maybe. What? Come on then, old man. [groaning] Hey! Got it. Hello? Yeah, there's a madman down there. I'll be right with you. Something. [groaning] Something else. I'm going to cave your ribs in. Let me out. I want to smack you. I'm fine. [groaning] Come on.
Didn't want to have do it that way, but y'all didn't give me much of a choice. You just you started attacking me. No sign of Saint Nicholas yet. Big night like this, you think he'd be down there in the middle of it. Oi, mate. What have we got here? What's this? I have nothing to hit me. Is that Bingo. Call for reinforcements. I'll make the call now. [groaning] We've got nothing down here. We need help. Just make the call.
[screaming] [groaning] [screaming] Let me out. And don't mind me, Simon. Brought my own key. Moneypenny, I'm at the terminal. Hang on. Just need someplace quiet. Bollocks, I don't have a password. People are lazy. They probably put it on a post-it note. Have a look around. All right, sit tight. People really should be more careful. The password 12. Found it. What did I tell you? Now, patch me in.
Logging in now. There. I'm in. Okay, pulling the footage. Here's your man. So much for two birds, one stone. You have a location? Basement archives. Not the worst place to lay low. Or plan an ambush. Not tonight. I'm headed there now. Should we worry about what that last MI6 Come here. Show yourself. What the hell is that? We're holding him. [groaning] We're going to torture you. We have him in the maniac here. Turn out.
What? Who's that? You're finished. Make a break for it. I'll kill you. Heading up the ladder. You're not getting away. Earley did juked the [__] out of those guys. Mhm. Looks like it unlocks remotely. Server room door locks are still down. We have to fix Wrong button. There we go. Mhm. Well, this all looks very expensive. Let's not touch anything. Basil from accounting will have my head. Ah, if only it was this easy all the time.
Well, this all looks rather ominous. Um, all right. I think because we're in a full on boss fight, I should wrap up. Feel like starting the boss fight 30 minutes in is a bad idea. If it takes multiple attempts, then yeah, this turns into like an hour video. So, let's close out. We'll focus Mordo in the next episode and I'll catch you all then.