So, they finally decide to do another Reboot of the James Bond franchise. The Producers decide that they want Guy Ritchie to direct it.
Bond fans feel anxious that this might take the Bond character into a new and unpalatable direction. They saw Man From Uncle. So they hatch a plan.
Guy Ritchie wakes up in a dark, dank basement, tied to a chair. He can't move his head and all he can see is that in front of him, Sean Connery is also tied to a chair. Mr. Connery is still asleep. Ritchie starts shouting. For help, for release, for someone to explain just what is going on.
"Calm down, Guy," a voice says from somewhere behind his head. He can't see even a shadow of the speaker. "You're in no danger," it assures him. "We just feel that it's important, before you settle on a new main character for our favorite franchise, that you get to know The Real James Bond. Mr. Connery played the most perfect version of the character. Your efforts should not dishonor the ground-breaking work he represents."
Ritchie stares. Connery is drooling just a bit. He won't be waking up for a while.
"So, what?" Ritchie asks. He shakes his restraints. "You just expect us to talk?"
"No, Mr. Guy, I expect you to bond."