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Timothy Leonard Dalton Leggett (born March 21, 1946) is a British actor. He gained international prominence as the fourth actor to portray fictional secret agent James Bond in the Eon Productions film series, starring in The Living Daylights (1987) and Licence to Kill (1989). Beginning his career on stage, he made his film debut as Philip II of France in the 1968 historical drama The Lion in Winter. He took roles in the period films Wuthering Heights (1970), Cromwell (1970), and Mary, Queen of Scots (1971). Dalton also appeared in the films Flash Gordon (1980), The Rocketeer (1991), Looney Tunes: Back in Action (2003), Hot Fuzz (2007) and The Tourist (2010). On television, Dalton played Mr. Rochester in the BBC serial Jane Eyre (1983), Rhett Butler in the CBS miniseries Scarlett (1994), Rassilon in the BBC One sci-fi series Doctor Who (2009–2010), Sir Malcolm Murray on the Showtime horror drama Penny Dreadful (2014–2016), and the Chief on the DC Universe / HBO Max superhero series Doom Patrol (2019–2021). He portrayed Peter Townsend in the fifth season of The Crown.
Timothy Dalton
Scott Hopper
for Scott Hopper in Blue Marvel: A Marvel Story
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Earth-3945756948405. New York City never forgot its scars. Neither did Adam Brashear. Twenty Five years as Blue Marvel weighed heavier than the negative zone energy humming beneath his skin. He’d watched the modern age of heroes ignite twenty-Seven years ago, then burn people away one by one. Names echoed every night. Friends. Allies. Ghosts. Baron Helmut Zemo’s shadow now stretched across the city, funneling high-tech weapons to militias hungry for takeover. Tonight, that shadow bled. Blue Marvel hit the docks like a falling star. Containers burst. Zemo’s soldiers scattered. Captain America moved beside him, shield ringing with tired resolve. Daredevil stalked the darkness, fists finding heartbeats. Hawkeye covered the skyline, his prosthetic arm whirring, arrows rewriting physics. Miles Morales swung in late, eyes sharp but haunted. Adam caught him mid-fight, steadying him the way Peter once had. “You’re not alone,” Adam said, meaning it more than ever. From a distant command room, Nick Fury Jr. watched the feeds. “End it,” he ordered. Zemo escaped, as always. The city stood, barely. Adam floated above Manhattan at dawn, battered, alive, still carrying the dead with him. Heroes didn’t retire. They endured.
