Tomorrow Never Dies

Mr. Bond. Miss Lin.
Welcome to Saigon.
It's always nice
to see you, Elliot.

I hadn't intended opening
this center until tomorrow...

but as you're here you can help me
to write the inaugural story...

your obituaries.
I hope you extended
the same courtesy to Paris.

Actually, Mr. Bond, you're the one
who wrote my late wife's obituary...

when you asked her
to betray me.

Still, let's see...
"British secret service agent
James Bond...

and his collaborator
Wai Lin...

of the Chinese People's
External Security Force...

were found...
dead this morning...
in Vietnam."
Lacks punch, don't you think?
It's old news, Elliot.
We've been working together for months.

Both our governments know
what you and General Chang are up to.

I don't think so.
You may have seen the general
in the hallway just now...

but perhaps,
with all your jetting around...

you've not had chance to peruse
today's headlines.

I rather like the last one.
It isn't even mine.

I never believe what I read
in the press anyway.

Ah. Therein lies
your problem, Mr. Bond.

You see we're both men of action,
but your era and Miss Lin's is passing.

Words are the new weapons,
satellites the new artillery.

And you become the new
supreme allied commander?

Caesar had his legions,
Napoleon had his armies...

I have my divisions...
TV, news, magazines.

And by midnight I'll have reached
and influenced more people...

than anyone in the history
of this planet, save God Himself.

And the best He ever managed
was the Sermon on the Mount.