Tomorrow Never Dies

It won't look like a suicide
if you shoot me from over there.

I am a professor
of forensic medicine.

Believe me, Mr. Bond,
I could shoot you from Stuttgart...

and still create the proper effect.
My art is in great demand,
Mr. Bond.

I go all over the world.
I am especially good
at the celebrity overdose.

But now, I'm afraid, Mr. Bond,
that our little...

Stop yelling in my ear, ja?

Sir, they can't get into the car.
You can't be serious.
- Did you call the Auto Club?
- Do you want to call them?

Make him tell you how to open it.
Okay, I ask.
This is very embarrassing.
It seems there is
a red box in your car.

They can't get to it.
They want me
to make you unlock the car.

I feel like an idiot.
I don't know what to say.

I am to torture you
if you don't do it.

- You've a doctorate in that too?
- No, no, no.

This is more like a hobby.
But I'm very gifted.

Oh, I believe you.
- My cell phone opens the car.
- No, Mr. Bond.

I do it, ja?
Recall, three, send.
I'm just a professional
doing a job.

Me too.