Keep still. All right then, get up on your knees. Put your hands in
your pockets. Keep Ďem there.
JAMES BOND: Red wine with fish...well that should have told me something.
You may know the right wines, youíre the one on your knees. How does
it feel old man?
JAMES BOND: Old man? Is that what you chaps in Smersh call each other?
JAMES BOND: Of course...SPECTRE. Then it wasnít the Russianís show at all. Youíve
been playing us off against each other, havenít you? And it was
SPECTRE who killed the Russian agent in the Mosque. You?
JAMES BOND: Kerim and the other man?
JAMES BOND: And Nash?
I donít mind talking. I get a kick out of watching the great James
Bond finding out what a bloody fool heís been making of himself.
Weíre pros mister Bond. We sweated your recognition code out of one
of your men in Tokyo before he died. Iíve been keeping tabs on you.
Iíve been your guardian angel. Saved your life at the gypsy camp.
JAMES BOND: Oh yes. Iím much obliged.
We were keeping you alive until you could get us the Lektor.
JAMES BOND: So you had me deliver it on a plate. Itís brilliant.
Go on, Iím
Now that weíve got it you and the girl are expendable. Between here
JAMES BOND: The girl? Isnít she working for SPECTRE too?
No. She thinks sheís doing it all for Mother Russia. She takes her
orders from Colonel Klebb.
JAMES BOND: Rosa Klebbís Russian, head of operations for Smersh.
Was. Klebb works for SPECTRE now. The girl doesnít know that.
JAMES BOND: Well then why kill her?
Orders. Thatís only half of it, old man. Hereís a roll of film.
Sheíll have this in her handbag. And on you, theyíll find this
letter. Itís from her, threatening to give the film to the press
unless you marry her for helping you get the Lektor.
JAMES BOND: What film?
Taken in the bridal suite at your hotel. Something else the girl
didnít know about Ė or you!
JAMES BOND: Must be a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a
plan like that.
You see the headlines? ĎBritish Agent Murders Beautiful Russian Spy
Then Commits Suicideí.
Tell me? Which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?
Donít make it any tougher on yourself. (Grant backhand slaps Bond
hard round the face). My orders are to kill you and deliver the Lektor. How I do itís my business. Itíll be slow and painful.
JAMES BOND: How much are they paying you?
Whatís it to you?
JAMES BOND: Weíll double it.
Your word of honour...as an English, gentleman? The first one wonít
kill you, not the second, not even the third. Not till you crawl
over here and you kiss my foot!
JAMES BOND: How about a cigarette?
Not a chance.
JAMES BOND: Iíll pay for it.
JAMES BOND: 50 gold sovereigns.
Where are they?
JAMES BOND: Up there in my case?
You show me.
JAMES BOND: Here you are. What about that cigarette?
Throw Ďem down there. Any more in the other case?
JAMES BOND: I should imagine so, itís a standard kit Iíll have a
Put your hands back in your pockets.
(Grant opens the
case and the Q Branch teargas cartridge explodes in his face. All
hell breaks loose in one of the all-time great screen fight scenes.)