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From Russia With Love Script


  

  

That's excellent.

            Check.

            Knight takes bishop.

            Knight... takes bishop.

              King to rook two.

              King... to rook two.

              Queen to king four.

              Queen... to king four.

              My congratulations, sir. A brilliant coup.

              Siamese fighting fish. Fascinating creatures.

              Brave, but on the whole stupid.

              Yes, they're stupid.

              Except for the occasional one

              such as we have here. He lets the other two fight

              while he waits.

              Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself.

              And then, like SPECTRE, he strikes.

              I find the parallel amusing.

              Our organisation did not arrange for you to come over

              from the Russians just for amusement, Number Three.

              Come in, Kronsteen.

              Sit down, Number Three, while we listen to what Number Five has devised for us.

              I hope his efforts as director of planning continue to be as successful as his chess.

              They will be.

              According to your instructions, I've planned for SPECTRE

              to steal from the Russians their new Lektor decoding machine.

              We need the services of a female member

              of the Russian Cryptograph Section in Turkey

              and... the help of the British Secret Service.

              Neither the Russians nor the British will be aware

              that they are now working for us.

              Number Three, is your section ready to carry out Kronsteen's directives?

              Yes, Number One. The operation will be organised according to Kronsteen's plan.

              I have selected a suitable girl from the Russian Consulate in Istanbul.

              She's capable, cooperative,

              and her loyalty to the state is beyond question.

              You're sure she believes you're still

              head of operations for Soviet Intelligence?

              It is most unlikely she would know I'm now working for SPECTRE.

              Moscow kept my defection secret from all but a few members of the presidium.

              For your sake, I hope so.

              Kronsteen, you're sure

              this plan is foolproof?

              Yes, it is. Because I have anticipated every possible variation of countermove.

              But what makes you think that M, the head of British Intelligence,

              will oblige you by falling in with your plan?

              Because this is so obviously a trap.

              My reading of the British mentality is that they always treat a trap as a challenge.

              And they couldn't possibly pass up even the slightest chance

              of getting their hands on the Lektor decoder.

              They have wanted one for years.

              All that you say could be true. What else?

              As an added refinement, I think SPECTRE would have the chance

              of a personal revenge for the killing of our operative... Dr No.

              Because the man the British will almost certainly use on a mission of this sort

              would be their agent James Bond.

              Let his death be a particularly unpleasant and humiliating one.

              Good.

              I shall put my plan into operation straight away.

              And there will be no failure.

              Hurry!

              Welcome to SPECTRE Island. I hope you had a pleasant flight.

              My time is limited. Is the man I requested ready?

              - His dossier. - Good.

              Donald Grant, convicted murderer.

              Escaped Dartmoor Prison in      recruited in Tangier,     .

              Excellent. Where is he now?

              - At the lake. - Bring him to my office, will you?

              Take me to the lake.

              Through the training area.

              This Grant's one of the best men we've ever had.

              A homicidal paranoiac. Superb material, though his methods were a little crude.

              His response to our training and indoctrination have been remarkable.

              I hope our work here meets with your approval.

              Training is useful. But there is no substitute for experience.

              I agree. We use live targets as well.

              - Call him! - Grant!

              He seems fit enough. Have him report to me in Istanbul in    hours.

              Corporal of State Security Tatiana Romanova.

              Come in.

              You know who I am?

              Colonel Klebb, head of operations for... for SMERSH.

              I saw you once in Moscow, when I worked for the English decoding room.

              Did you tell the consulate you were coming here?

              - No, the message... - Yes, I know.

              I sent it.

              Your work record is excellent.

              - The state is proud of you. - Thank you, Comrade Colonel.

              Take off your jacket.

              Turn around.

              You're a fine-looking girl.

              Sit down.

              I see you trained for the ballet.

              But I grew an inch over the regulation height and so...

              And then you have had three lovers.

              What is the purpose of such an intimate question?

              You're not here to ask questions!

              You forget to whom you are speaking!

              - I was in love. - And if you were not in love?

              I suppose that would depend... on the man.

              Sensible answer.

              This man, for instance.

              I cannot tell. Perhaps if he was kind and "kulturny".

              Corporal, I have selected you for a most important assignment.

              Its purpose is to give false information to the enemy.

              If you complete it successfully, you will be promoted.

              From now on, you will do anything he says.

              And if I refuse?

              Then you will not leave this room alive.

              I will obey your orders.

              Good. Now, these are your instructions.

              You report to me here

              but the consulate security man must not know that I'm in Istanbul.

              - This is classified "far" above his level. - I will say nothing to anyone.

              If you do, you will be shot!

              Come, come, my dear.

              You're very fortunate to have been chosen for such a simple, delightful duty.

              A real labour of love,

              as we say.

              - Great sport, this! - What did you say?

              I said it's great sport, this punting.

              I couldn't agree with him more.

              I may even give up golf for it.

              Really?

              Not quite.

              Souvenir from another jealous woman?

              Yes. But I haven't turned my back on one since.

              - Excuse me. - What?

              - Give me my shirt, will you? - What's going on?

              - I have to make a phone call. - But we haven't eaten yet.

              I'm starving.

              Come in, Univex. James Bond here. Over.

              He's been asking for you all morning. Where in the world are you, James?

              Well, I've just been reviewing an old case.

              - Oh, so I'm an old case now, am I? - Ssh! It's the office.

              - Tell him I'm on my way, will you? - He is not on his way.

              Sylvia, behave! We'll do this again some other time soon.

              Do what? Last time you said that, you went off to Jamaica.

              I haven't seen you for six months!

              - I'll be there in an hour.    - I'll tell him.

              Hey, your old case sounds interesting, James.

              Make that an hour and a half.

              Now, about that lunch.

              For my next miracle, I...

              It'll be a miracle if he can explain where he's been all day.

              But I've never even heard of a Tatiana Romanova.

              - Ridiculous, isn't it? - It's absolutely crazy.

              Of course, girls do fall in love with pictures of film stars.

              But not a Russian cipher clerk with a file photo of a British agent!

              Unless she's mental.

              No, it's some sort of trap.

              Well, obviously. And the bait is a cipher machine. A brand new Lektor.

              A Lektor, no less.

              The CIA's been after one for years.

              Yes, so have we.

              When she contacted Kerim Bey, head of Station T, Turkey,

              and told him she wanted to defect, she said she'd turn it over to us.

              On one condition.

              That you went out to Istanbul and brought her and the machine back to England.

              Here's a snapshot Kerim managed to get of her.

              Well, I don't know too much about cryptography, sir,

              but, a Lektor could decode their top secret signals.

              The whole thing's so fantastic it just could be... true.

              That had occurred to me.

              Besides, the Russians haven't been up to any tricks recently.

              Well, really, I'm not too busy at the moment, sir.

              You're booked on the  .   plane in the morning.

              If there's any chance of getting a Lektor, we must look into it.

              Suppose when she meets me in the flesh I don't come up to expectations?

              Just see that you do.

              Miss Moneypenny, ask the equipment officer to come in, please.

              Q Branch has put together a smart-looking piece of luggage.

              We're issuing this to all double-  personnel.

              An ordinary black leather case

              with    rounds of ammunition, here and here.

              If you take the top off, you'll find the ammunition inside.

              In the side here, flat throwing knife.

              Press that button there, and out she comes.

              Inside the case, you'll find an AR  folding sniper's rifle.

              .   calibre, with an infrared telescopic sight.

              If you pull out these straps, inside are    gold sovereigns.

                 in either side.

              Now, watch very carefully.

              An ordinary tin of talcum powder.

              Inside, a tear-gas cartridge.

              That goes in the case against the side here, like that.

              It's magnetised, so it won't fall.

              Shut the case.

              Normally, to open a case like that,

              you move the catches to the side.

              If you do, the cartridge will explode... in your face.

              To stop the cartridge exploding,

              turn the catches horizontally.

              Like that. Then... open normally.

              Now you try it.

              - Turn the catches... like that. - That's right.

              And open ordinarily.

              - You got it? - Yes, I think so.

              - Is that all, sir? - Yes, thanks very much.

              That's a nasty little Christmas present.

              But I shouldn't think I'll need it on this assignment.

              All the same, take it with you. Good luck,    .

              Thank you, sir.

              Once more unto the breach, dear friends.

              And one plane ticket. Lucky man. I've never been to Istanbul.

              - You've never been to Istanbul? - No.

              Where the moonlight on the Bosphorus is irresistible?

              Maybe I should get you to take me there someday.

              I've tried everything else.

              Darling Moneypenny, you know I never even look at another woman.

              Oh, really, James?

              Let me tell you the secret of the world.

                 Miss Moneypenny,    ask     to leave the photograph.

                 I'm sure he'll recognise the lady    when he sees her.

              Good luck.

              Hello, London. Your flight PA  just landed Istanbul.

              Mr Bond?

              - Kerim Bey sent a car for you, sir. - Fine.

              - Can I borrow a match? - I use a lighter.

              - It's better still. - Until they go wrong.

              - Exactly. - I'll get the car, sir.

              Kerim Bey suggested you see him before going to the hotel.

              - Would that be convenient? - Fine.

              I suppose it's customary to have people tailing you in these parts.

              Oh, yes, sir. Today it's Citroen H       on duty.

              They're Bulgarians working for the Russians.

              They follow us, we follow them. It's a sort of understanding we have.

              That's very friendly.

              My friend! Come in, come in!

              Glad to see you. Welcome to Istanbul.

              Well, thank you for sending the car. But it does rather tie you in with me.

              You're in the Balkans now, Mr Bond.

              The game with the Russians is played differently here.

              For day-to-day routine matters, we make it easy to keep a tab on each other.

              So I gathered from your chauffeur.

              He's a rather intelligent young man.

              He should be. He's my son.

              - Coffee? - Medium sweet.

              Two medium sweet.

              He also is my son.

              All of my key employees are my sons. Blood is the best security in this business.

              You must have quite an establishment.

              Biggest family payroll in Turkey.

              Not bad for a man who started life

              breaking chains and bending bars in a circus.

              But let's talk about this business of yours.

              Well, M thinks I'm wasting my time here.

              And so do I. This is an old friend of mine.

              - And it tells me something smells. - Maybe.

              But if there's a chance of getting a Lektor...

              Now you tell me, where can I contact this girl?

              She said she would make her own arrangements. You'll have to wait.

              Thank you.

              My friend, if you really want my advice,

              you should spend a few pleasant days with us here in Istanbul, and then...

              then go home.

              - James Bond, I have a reservation. - Mr Bond, your room is ready.

              Number   .

              -    for Mr Bond. - Hope you enjoy your stay.

              Thank you.

              - Will there be anything else, sir? - Only this.

              - Thank you. - Thank you, sir.

              - Mr Bond here.    - Yes?

              - The room won't do.    - I'm sorry.

              The bed's too small.

              One moment, sir.

              Did you hear that?

              Tell him that's all there is. Unless he would like the bridal suite.

              I'm sorry, sir. That's all we have available. Except the bridal suite.

              Well, let's have a look at it. I may like it.

              The porter will show it to you. He will be up immediately.

              Good.

              Good work. Who can the Russians suspect but the British?

              The Cold War in Istanbul will not remain cold very much longer.

              Ali Kerim Bey.

              Ali Kerim Bey.

              Ali Kerim Bey...

              You are not glad to see me this morning, "chéri"?

              Overjoyed.

              I...

              I no longer please you?

              Be still!

              Back to the salt mines.

              Careful with those papers.

              Well, who won?

              I had visitors.

              Limpet mine on the wall outside.

              Timed to catch me at my desk.

              But, by good fortune, I was relaxing on the settee for a few moments.

              - The girl left in hysterics. - Found your technique too violent?

              I cannot understand this sudden breach of the truce.

              It's unlike the Russians to break the peace this way.

              Most inconsiderate. I think my visit might have something to do with it.

              Let's try and find out.

              Close up afterwards.

              Quite a place you've got here.

              The Emperor Constantine built it as a reservoir...      years ago.

              Really?

              Here.

              My daily exercise.

              At eleven in the morning and three in the afternoon.

              Tie her up, will you?

              Mind your head now.

              Underneath the Russian Consulate.

              A present from your navy.

              Our friends were evicted while the Public Works Ministry conducted a survey.

              The story was that the traffic shook the foundations.

              By the time the place was declared safe, I had this installed.

              I can see everything M said about you is right.

              Or why I stay in this mad business?

              It could be that you find selling rugs a bore.

              My friend, you should be a mind-reader.

              Head of the table is General Vassili. Director of Military Intelligence.

              On his left, Koslovski. Chief of Security.

              Opposite him, Benz. One of his agents.

              I can't see the face of the other man.

              The one the general is shouting at.

              He's giving him a hell of a blowing up.

              It's too bad we can't hear as well as see.

              Tell me, does our girl Romanova ever come to this room?

              Sometimes, with messages.

              I can see the face of the other man now.

              Krilencu!

              So he's back.

              Another Bulgarian they use as a killer.

              Just the man for the limpet mine job.

              I've had trouble with him before.

              But he's stayed out of Istanbul for over a year now.

              Take a look. You should remember him.

              This man kills for pleasure.

              Nice face.

              Just a moment. A girl's just come in.

              Probably Romanova. She's the only one who's allowed to.

              How does she look to you?

              Well, from this angle,

              things are shaping up nicely.

              I'd like to see her in the flesh.

              Yes.

              - Could you get me a plan of that place? - I wish I could.

              The original drawing must be registered somewhere.

              I'll get onto that.

              Now, I need a little time to deal with this stinking Krilencu.

              It will be better if you didn't stay at the hotel tonight. Come!

              I see now why you keep the Rolls.

              One of my sons is driving it. With two dummies in the back.

              In the opposite direction. They'll follow it for hours.

              You'll like my Gypsy friends.

              I use them like the Russians use the Bulgars.

              It's created a blood feud between them.

              Hello, Krilencu?

              We've come on the wrong night.

              Two girls who love the same man want to kill each other.

              It must be settled the Gypsy way.

              As I'm a family friend, we'll be allowed to stay.

              We're bidden to table. I hope you can eat with your fingers.

              Kerim Bey!

              Raki! Filthy stuff!

              Quick!

              Tell our host his hospitality overwhelms me.

              Thank you, thank you!

              No matter what happens now, say and do nothing.

              He's asking whether they will cease their blood feud and give up this fight.

              The tribe elders will decide who will marry the chief's son.

              - She's saying... - Yes, I think I got it without the subtitles!

              Thank you!

              - Did you get Krilencu? - No.

              Just a minute. Here! Thank you.

              You fought well. I am nothing but a clumsy old man.

              They're making one of the wounded Bulgars talk.

              It was me they were after.

              Why would they want "me" out of the way?

              Tomorrow we will have to find Krilencu's hide-out.

              Meantime, I'll take care of this filthy stuff.

              Vavra thanks you for saving his life. You are now his son.

              Thank you. I'd like to ask him a favour. Could he stop the girl fight?

              He says your heart is too soft to be a real Gypsy.

              But he lets you decide the matter.

              As if I didn't have enough problems.

              Vavra said for you to decide.

              So decide! They're both yours!

              This might take some time.

              Did you pick up that package at the hotel?

              It's on the seat.

              Thank you.

              Twice that Krilencu has tried to kill me.

              The third time he will succeed. Unless I get him first.

              - And that I'll do tonight. - Not with that arm you won't.

              You'd better leave it to me.

              I'm already too much in your debt.

              How can a friend be in debt?

              Here.

              Infrared lens.

              My sons.

              They will ring his doorbell. He has a private escape hatch.

              Try this for size.

              - Do you notice anything? - Not yet.

              She has a lovely mouth, that Anita.

              Yes. I see what you mean.

              Arm or no arm, I have to pull that trigger.

              If you think you can.

              You've got one shot, remember.

              It'll have to do.

              Quick, he's coming.

              Quick!

              That pays many debts.

              She should have kept her mouth shut.

              Hello?

              Breakfast for one at nine please.

              Green figs, yoghurt, coffee, very black.

              Thank you.

              You look surprised.

              I thought you were expecting me.

              So you are Tatiana Romanova?

              My friends call me Tania.

              Mine call me James Bond.

              Well, now that we've been properly introduced...

              Careful! Guns upset me.

              I'm sorry. I'm a bit upset myself.

              You look just like your... your photograph.

              You're one of the most beautiful girls I've seen.

              Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.

              No, it's the right size.

              For me, that is.

              Yes.

              Is it here?

              What?

              The decoding machine, Lektor.

              Must we talk about it now?

              Or is it at the Russian Consulate?

              Yes.

              Yes... I would need a plan of the place.

              If you could get one, we could meet at the Saint Sophia mosque.

              - Like we were tourists. - Why don't you ask me that

              later?

              Now what are you looking for?

              The scar. You see, I know all about you

              from your file.

              You do? Well, I hope you're not... disappointed.

              I will tell you

              in the morning.

              We are now approaching the most interesting corner of Saint Sophia.

              Including these two great

              red porphyry columns, stolen and brought from Egypt.

              In front of them,

              alabaster urn was brought from Bergama,

              a famous historical city near Smyrna.

              Dates back from the Alexander the Great period.

              About      Sultan Murad IV

              brought it from Bergama.

              It was used as an ablution fountain.

              It contains a thousand litres of water.

              Right after the ablution fountain,

              we are going to a highly interesting column over there,

              known for centuries as the Saint Sophia

              wishing column.

              Tens of thousands

              of people have wished here

              putting their right hand

              and middle finger in the hole...

              I promise you, it wasn't one of my men who killed him.

              He didn't die of old age.

              All I know is that it saved me the job.

              Once he'd seen the girl, she was obviously compromised, and so...

              And he wasn't killed because of that.

              Let's just say that Istanbul's a rough town.

              Let's see how Tania's map compares with your architect's plans.

              This is the conference room of the Russian Consulate.

              Yes, that checks.

              And this here is the communication room. That's the same.

              She says she works there with the Lektor between two and three.

              How is she gonna get the machine to us?

              She's leaving that to me. She'll do anything I say.

              Anything! My dear James...

              You're not using this.

              It all sounds too easy. We don't even know if she's telling the truth.

              - Well, I intend to find out. - Where? In the hotel?

              She won't go there again. Says it's too dangerous.

              The old game. Give a wolf a taste, then keep him hungry.

              My friend, she's got you dangling.

              That doesn't matter.

              - All I want is that Lektor. - All?

              Are you sure that's all you want?

              Well...

              Lovely view.

              James, we must leave here now.

              If that agent reports my meeting you...

              - Don't worry. He won't. - But you don't understand the danger!

              James, look up!

              Smile.

              Another one. Further back.

              About the machine...

              That's all you are interested in. Not me.

              Business first.

              I know, once you have got what you want...

              I haven't got it yet. But if you tell me about the machine,

              we won't always be working on the company's time.

              All right. What do you want to know?

              Talk into this.

              Answer my questions quietly, but clearly.

              How large is the machine?

              Like... like a typewriter.

              Weight?

              About ten kilos. In a brown case.

              Brown like your eyes.

              Keep it technical.

              Self-calibrating or manual?

              Both, with an in-built compensator. James,

              - couldn't we... - Not now.

              Talk into the camera.

              - How many keys? - Symbol or code keys?

              Both.

                 There are    symbols,    code keys.

                 It is inserted in a slot and the message    comes out in a paper roll

                 from another slot on the other side.    The mechanism is...

                 Oh, James, James, will you make love    to me all the time in England?

                 Day and night.    Go on about the mechanism.

                 Oh, yes, the mechanism.

                 Once, when it was being repaired,    I saw the insides.

                 There were many perforated discs,    made, I think, of copper,

                 with a small light...

                 Dushka, tell me the truth.

                 Am I as exciting    as all those Western girls?

                 Once, when I was with M in Tokyo,    we had an interesting experience.

              Thank you, Miss Moneypenny.

                 Later, later.

                 Those copper discs and the light...

                 Oh, the light, the light.    James, come closer.

                 I want to whisper something.

                 Go on.    No, not that, the mechanism!

                 Miss Moneypenny,    as you're no doubt listening,

                 perhaps you'd take this cable?    Text reads,

              "Merchandise appears genuine, stop. Go ahead with deal. Signed, M."

              Now all I have to do is to tell the girl the date.

              - The   th? - The   th.

              Visas?

              Visas?

                 - Tam. - Thank you.

              Visa, please.

              Your clock, is it correct?

              - Always. - Of course.

                 Gregori!

              Excuse me! You did say your clock was correct?

              Russian clocks are always...

              - Is this the Lektor? - Yes.

              Take this. It's only tear gas.

              I thought it was for tomorrow, but today is the   th.

              This is a hell of a time to be superstitious. Come on.

              Come on, quickly.

              Keep your head down.

              Back inside.

              This way, quickly!

              Quickly, quickly!

              - What's the matter? - Benz. The Russian security man.

              Come on, never mind.

              Hurry!

              Hurry!

              Here's one of them. And there's the other one.

              Your passports. The pictures do not do you justice.

              I have rarely seen a handsomer couple.

              Mr and Mrs David Somerset.

              Your name's Caroline.

              Caroline! I like that name.

              We've been on a business trip. On the way back to Derbyshire.

              - To our children? - No children.

              - Not even one little boy?    - Nyet.

              I like big families.

              My whole life has been a crusade for larger families.

              So I heard.

              - Tania! - Yes?

              Lock the door. I'll knock three times.

              - I'll go see the conductor. - Will he cooperate?

              We've done business before.

              He'll stop the train near the frontier, where my sons will be waiting with a car.

              We'll be there... about six o'clock.

              - And the airstrip? -    miles.

              The plane is chartered to Athens. You'll be in London tomorrow.

              We'll drink to that in London.

              We are really on our way to England.

              Yes. With a lovely two-day honeymoon before us.

              Honeymoon? And I've nothing to wear!

              - Your trousseau. - Oh, James!

              One moment.

              Oh, no!

              James! James!

               Oh, look! Look!

                There!

                I will wear this one... in Piccadilly.

                You won't. They've just passed some new laws there.

                - You're nearest. - Oh, all right.

                Charming!

                Charming!

                Let's go to the restaurant car for... that drink.

                Surely.

                Charming!

                We'll continue the fashion show later.

                It's all arranged for me to stop the train.

                We'll get off at the restaurant car. At that end.

                Fine. We'll meet you there at six.

                Make it a little later. There are slight complications.

                One of the Russian security men - Benz. He watches the stations. He's on the train.

                But he couldn't have contacted the consulate.

                Just in case, I'll keep him company until it's time to get off.

                Perhaps you'd like me to introduce you.

                Charming.

                Ticket control.

                Do not be alarmed, my friend. We will make you as comfortable as possible.

                Now I'm sure Commissar Benz will have a much safer journey.

                I'm not mad about his tailor, are you?

                James, life in Istanbul will never be the same without you.

                See you in the restaurant car.

                I've had a particularly fascinating life.

                Would you like to hear about it?

                You would?

                - You like it? - Yes. It does rather suit you.

                I will save everything else for England.

                It is four o'clock, you know.

                This is not "kulturny" in the afternoon?

                Even on a honeymoon?

                Then I will... take it off.

                I think we're talking at cross purposes again.

                Tania...

                We'd better get dressed now.

                - Why? - It's almost six.

                So?

                Well, it's... it's teatime!

                We'll have it in here.

                - We'll have all our meals here. - Yes, that would be splendid.

                But I've arranged to meet Kerim in the restaurant car.

                You go alone. I will stay here.

                My dear Mrs Somerset, we're supposed to be a respectable English couple.

                They would certainly have tea in the restaurant.

                Now, listen...

                Just do as I say, will you?

                Yes, James.

                But there are some English customs

                - that are going to be changed. - But of course, darling.

                Do I look right, Mr Somerset?

                Yes...

                Mrs Somerset.

                Mr Somerset!

                - You're the friend of Kerim Bey? - Yes.

                There's been a terrible accident. Please come with me.

                - No tea? - Later. Keep the door locked.

                They killed each other.

                This must be kept quiet until we reach Trieste.

                It will be difficult.

                I'm sure.

                Kerim Bey was a very important man. With many influential friends.

                I'm sure they also will reward you.

                I will try.

                What is it?

                - Kerim's dead. - Dead?

                I want the truth.

                - James, you are hurting me! - I'll do worse if you don't tell me!

                You're doing this under orders, I know. What are they?

                - I don't know what you mean. - Liar!

                Even if you kill me, I can say nothing.

                I did not know anything like Kerim's death would happen.

                But, when we get to England, I tell you.

                Go on.

                Maybe they didn't let you in on all of it, but, whatever you do know, tell me.

                - I know I love you, James. I love you. - Just tell me.

                I love you, I love you, it's true.

                Sure.

                Beograd! Beograd!

                Excuse me!

                - Can I borrow a match? - I use a lighter.

                - Better still. - Until they go wrong.

                My brother telephoned me. Why did the train not stop?

                Well, I... I have some bad news.

                Your father's dead.

                Who did it? Tell me.

                He took care of that himself. The other man died first.

                Now, listen...

                I'll need help to get across the frontier strip between Yugoslavia and Trieste.

                I want you to send a message to M in London.

                Tell him to send someone from Station Y to meet me in Zagreb.

                I will.

                Good.

                You'll... I think you'll want these.

                   - Mr Somerset, le train part. - Thank you.

                   - Ciao. - The train is leaving!

                - Nash, Captain Nash. - Bond, travelling as Somerset.

                My card.

                What kept you?

                I'm so sorry, I only got M's wire an hour ago.

                I busted every record getting here.

                What were M's orders?

                Only to contact you and the lady on the train.

                Good. Come this way.

                Thank you.

                This is my wife Caroline. Captain Nash.

                How do you do? So pleased to meet you.

                This way, Nash.

                - Sit down. - Thank you.

                - Been long in Yugoslavia? - About three years.

                - Interesting work? - Yes. Sometimes.

                You know how it is, old man.

                You look very fit, Nash.

                Yes. I try to keep in shape.

                So what's our problem, sir?

                I can't risk taking this through the customs

                at the Yugoslav-Trieste border.

                No stops till then. We'll have to jump off.

                Can you get us across?

                Any of the opposition around?

                Not in any condition to worry about.

                Good. We'll make it.

                I know this territory like the back of my hand.

                Do you mind if we have a bite to eat? I've been on the go since breakfast.

                Of course not. We'll go to the restaurant car.

                Go with Nash to the restaurant car.

                I'll join you there in a few minutes.

                Whatever you say, old man.

                Excuse me.

                Excuse me.

                There you are, old man.

                I was worried something had happened to you.

                   - Voilá, monsieur. - Thank you.

                Thank you.

                I'll have the grilled sole.

                And for madam. What about you, Nash?

                Yes, that sounds very nice. Make that three of those, will you?

                   - Oui, monsieur. - And a bottle of the blanc de blancs.

                - Make mine chianti. - White chianti, "monsieur"?

                No, the red kind.

                Well, enjoy your dinner, old man. I think I've got the answer to our problems.

                - Very simple, really. - Good.

                We should reach the border in about an hour.

                I'm

                terribly sorry, Mrs Somerset. That was clumsy of me.

                - Waiter!    - Monsieur!

                Waiter!

                   Tout de suite, monsieur!

                Excuse me. "Merci."

                You'll... you'll find Trieste quite interesting.

                Of course, it's not London.

                Cheerio.

                Cheerio.

                I don't feel very well.

                My head...

                The lady's come over faint.

                - Bring her in here. - May I?

                - Let's go next door. - Exhaustion, I'd say.

                What was it, the stuff you put in her drink?

                Chloral hydrate. Quick, but mild.

                - And? - Take it easy,    .

                My escape route's only for one.

                What are you after? The girl or the Lektor?

                All right.

                What is your plan?

                - Explain it better on a map. All right? - Sure.

                Now, we're here, you see?

                When we reach there, there's a steep gradient, the train slows down there.

                We'll block the line, make for that main road, pick up a car... there.

                A truck, in fact.

                That must be about    miles from here...

                Keep still.

                All right, now get up on your knees.

                Put your hands in your pockets. Keep them there.

                Red wine with fish. That should have told me something.

                You may know the right wines

                but you're the one on your knees.

                How does it feel, old man?

                Old man? Is that what you chaps in SMERSH call each other?

                SMERSH?

                Of course. SPECTRE.

                Then it wasn't a Russian show at all.

                You've been playing us off against each other, haven't you?

                Then it was SPECTRE who killed the Russian agent in the mosque.

                You?

                Kerim and the other man?

                And Nash?

                I don't mind talking.

                I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond

                find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself.

                We're pros, Mr Bond.

                We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo

                before he died. I've been keeping tabs on you.

                I've been your guardian angel.

                Saved your life at the Gypsy camp.

                Oh, yes.

                I'm much obliged.

                We were keeping you alive until you could get us the Lektor.

                So you had me deliver it on a plate. That's brilliant.

                Go on. I'm fascinated.

                Now that we've got it, you and the girl are expendable.

                Between here and Trieste.

                Girl?

                Isn't she working for SPECTRE, too?

                No.

                She thinks she's doing it all for Mother Russia.

                She takes her orders from Colonel Klebb.

                Rosa Klebb's Russian. Head of operations for SMERSH.

                Was.

                Klebb works for SPECTRE now.

                The girl doesn't know that.

                Well, why kill her?

                Orders.

                That's only half of it, old man.

                Here's a roll of film.

                She'll have this in her handbag.

                And on you... they'll find this letter.

                It's from her, threatening to give the film to the press

                unless you marry her for helping you get the Lektor.

                What film?

                Taken in the bridal suite at your hotel.

                Something else the girl didn't know about.

                Or you.

                You must be a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a plan like that.

                Can't you see the headlines?

                "British agent murders beautiful Russian spy, then commits suicide."

                Tell me, which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?

                Don't make it tougher on yourself!

                My orders are to kill you and deliver the Lektor.

                How I do it is my business.

                It'll be slow and painful.

                How much are they paying you?

                What's it to you?

                We'll double it.

                Your word of honour?

                As an English gentleman?

                The first one won't kill you.

                Not the second.

                Not even the third.

                Not till you crawl over here and you kiss my foot.

                How about a cigarette?

                Not a chance.

                I'll pay for it.

                What with?

                   gold sovereigns.

                - Where are they? - Up there, in my case.

                You show me.

                Here you are. What about that cigarette?

                Throw 'em down there.

                Any more in the other case?

                I should imagine so. It's standard kit. I'll have a look.

                Hands back in your pockets!

                Keep them there.

                You won't be needing this,

                old man.

                Tania! Wake up!

                Wake up, or I'll leave you behind.

                Tania,

                wake up or I'll leave you behind, do you hear me?

                Don't leave me. Never leave me.

                Tania! This is Nash's escape route. You understand?

                We've got to get off here. Take this.

                Come on.

                We must get to the other side of the train.

                Under here.

                Grant! Where are you?

                Grant!

                Excuse me.

                Now don't run away.

                Come on!

                - Come on, or I'll leave you here! - Stay here with me.

                Sleep it off in there.

                You'll feel better in the morning.

                Come on, wake up.

                Try and straddle the truck.

                I'll get them away from here.

                You hide under the truck.

                Quick!

                I'd say one of their aircraft is missing.

                Tania!

                - Here, take this, and cast the rope off. - All right.

                Where's the key?

                - Where's the key?! - In my coat. In the pocket.

                All right, get out. Move.

                In the boat.

                Do you swim?

                Here, take the wheel. This way, please.

                Mind the step.

                Just isn't your day, is it?

                - Where are we going? - Venice.

                Take a look at that locker, will you?

                Charts,

                pistol, some flares.

                Give me those charts.

                Yes, we're here. Near Istria.

                There's plenty of fuel. With a bit of luck we'll be there by morning.

                Three man were found dead on the train at Trieste. One of them was Grant.

                What have you to say, Number Five?

                He was Klebb's choice. Her people failed.

                It was your plan! They followed it implicitly!

                Impossible. It was perfect.

                Except for one thing. They were dealing with Bond.

                Who is Bond

                compared with Kronsteen?

                Exactly. What have you to say to that,

                Number Three?

                Bond is still alive and the Lektor is not yet in our possession.

                I have already negotiated with the Russians to return it to them.

                We've agreed a price. And SPECTRE always delivers what it promises.

                Our whole organisation depends on our keeping those promises.

                I warned you.

                We do "not" tolerate failure, Number Three. You know the penalty.

                Yes, Number One.

                Our rules are very simple. If you fail...

                   seconds. One day we must invent a faster-working venom.

                Number Three!

                Yes!

                I do not wish to tell the Russians there will be another delay.

                There will be no delay, Number One.

                Which way are we going?

                The shortest route, which is between those two mountains

                and straight along the coast.

                   Ahoy, Mr Bond!

                   Heave to, heave to!

                   You're trapped, Mr Bond.

                   You cannot escape!

                   Rifle grenade, prepare to fire.

                We're coming through! Pull over, SPECTRE Green.

                Get out of the way! Give them a warning shot.

                Rifle grenade, fire!

                   Forward machine gun, fire!

                   You're firing too close.

                   SPECTRE Red, SPECTRE Green,    you're firing too close.

                   You're trying to stop them,    not to sink them!

                Here, take the wheel.

                Slow down.

                Slow down. Slow down all boats.

                Green, go alongside while we keep you covered.

                   - Hands up, Mr Bond! - Why give up?

                - Without the drums, we can go faster... - Hand me the Very pistol.

                   Keep your hands up, Mr Bond.    We're sending a boat to take you off.

                There's a saying in England. Where there's smoke, there's fire.

                Green, change your course! Go astern!

                Change course!

                All boats, throw out your ammunition! Get rid of it! Quick!

                Get rid of it!

                Jump! Jump!

                Don't go away.

                Yes?

                Thanks. Tell him to wait, will you?

                And send up a porter.

                   Avanti!

                   - Permesso, signore.    - Sí, prego.

                And also get me the British Consul.

                Thank you.

                Yes? Mr Maxwell, please.

                - James Bond. - James, we will miss the plane. We will...

                Hello, Paul. Bond here.

                I want to thank you. Tell the office we're on our way.

                What was that?

                Here, leave that! I'll take it.

                Should be routine from here on in. Not so many times...

                   What was that you were saying?    Hello, hello?

                Klebb.

                   James, are you still there? Hello!

                Romanova... the door!

                Take this.

                Horrible woman.

                Yes. She's had her kicks.

                Here you are. In case you ever need it again.

                Oh, yes. All government property has to be accounted for.

                But as I said before, we won't always work on the company's time, will we?

                No.

                James, behave yourself. We are being filmed.

                Oh, not again.

                He was right, you know.

                - What is it? - I'll show you.







  

 
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