Tomorrow Never Dies

The G.P.S. System... Global
Positioning Satellites... do not lie.

Yes, but our Singapore station
picked up a mysterious signal...

on the G.P.S. Frequency
at the time of the attack.

It could've sent that ship
off course.

- I have a missing British frigate...
- I'm aware of that!

And instead of decisive action,
all you want to do is investigate.

My goal is to prevent World War Three,
Admiral, and I don't think...

sending an armada into the recovery
area is the best way to do it.

Where, exactly, did this mysterious
G.P.S. Signal come from?

- We're still investigating.
- "Investigating."

With all your respect M, sometimes I don't think
you have the balls for this job.

Perhaps, but the advantage is...
I don't have to think
with them all the time.

That's enough.
Now, where do we stand?

It was an unprovoked attack
on a ship in international waters.

We send in the fleet for recovery
and prepare for full retaliation.

We investigate...

and stop short of sending
the entire British Navy...

within ten minutes
of the world's largest air force.

- When will our ships be in position?
- Forty-eight hours.

The press are already
screaming for blood.

The last thing we want to do
is escalate the situation.

I'm afraid it may be too late
to worry about that.

Seventeen British sailors murdered!
"According to Vietnamese officials
who recovered the bodies...

the victims were riddled
with the same ammunition...

used by the Chinese Air Force."
- Did you leak this?
- No.

- It's the first I've heard of it.
- Well, this settles it.

We send in the fleet.
M, you have 48 hours to investigate.
There is one strange thing.
When I called our contact
in Saigon, he said the Vietnamese...

only found our sailors
three hours ago.

How'd they get the paper out so fast?
Somebody at Tomorrow knew
before the Vietnamese government did.