James Bond 007: Yesterday and Today

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The coffin...

it has your initials, J.B.

At this moment,

rather him than me.

At least you've been saved

the effort of removing him.

Colonel Bouvar passed away

in his sleep, so they tell me.

You sound disappointed

you did not kill him yourself.

I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered

two of my colleagues.

Is there anything else our

French station can do for Monsiuer Bond?

Later, perhaps.

As I said, later. Come on.

Madame...

I've come to offer

my sincere condolences.

My dear Colonel Bouvar...

I don't think you should have

opened that car door by yourself.

No well-dressed man

should be without one.

Yes, very practical.

Get inside.

- They're coming to get me.

- Hurry!

He always runs

While others walk

He acts

While other men just talk

He looks at this world

And wants it all

So he strikes

Like Thunderball

He knows the meaning

Of success

His needs are more

So he gives less

They call him

The winner who takes all

And he strikes

Like Thunderball

Any woman he wants

He'll get

He will break any heart

Without regret

His days of asking

Are all gone

His fight goes on

And on and on

But he thinks that the fight

Is worth it all

So he strikes

Like Thunderball

Hey, no parking here!

Pardon, Monsieur Largo.

The International Brotherhood for

the Assistance of Stateless Persons...

is purely philanthropic.

We're not interested in politics...

only in your rehabilitation.

We have been able to arrange for

visas at the Brazilian Consulate.

The Brotherhood

will look after you until...

- Good morning, Mr. Largo.

- Good morning.

- Nice to have you back again.

- Thank you, my dear.

- We pay back everything!

- There will be no need.

We have certain funds from

private individuals who share our aim.

Sit down, Number Two.

We will discuss...

your NATO project later.

I regret to inform you all

of the death of Spectre Number Six.

Colonel Jacques Bouvar was killed

by an unknown assassin.

His services will be greatly missed.

We will now proceed with the area

financial reports. Number Seven.

Blackmail of the double agent

Matsou Fujiwa.

Unfortunately, only 40 million yen.

- All the man had.

- Number Ten.

Assassination of Perringe,

the French antimatter specialist...

who went over to the Russians.

Three million francs

from the special department...

- of the Quai D'Orsay.

- Number Five.

Our consultation fee for the

British train robbery: 250,000 pounds.

Number 11.

Distribution of Red China narcotics

in the United States...

Number Nine and myself.

Two million three...

Our expectations were considerably

higher, Number 11.

Competition from Latin America.

Prices are down.

I anticipated that factor.

Are you quite sure all monies...

have been accounted for

by yourself and Number Nine?

- To the penny, Number One.

- On the contrary...

I have satisfied myself that

one of you is clearly...

guilty of embezzlement.

Spectre is a dedicated fraternity...

whose strength lies in

the absolute integrity of its members.

The culprit is known to me.

I have decided

on the appropriate action.

Let us now proceed with new business.

We will hear from Number Two,

who's in charge of our NATO project...

the most ambitious Spectre

has ever undertaken.

Your report, Number Two.

Thank you, Number One.

Our intention

is to demand a ransom...

from the

North Atlantic Treaty Powers...

of 280 million dollars...

I have sent Spectre agent Count Lippe

to the south of England...

where he is making

the necessary preparations.

He is at a health clinic...

conveniently located

near the NATO air base.

- Oh, Pat?

- Hello.

- I'll see you when I've had a shower.

- I'll soon be finished.

- Mr. Bond, Count Lippe.

- You're not taking her away already?

She's the only joy

in this dreary place.

I see you've discovered that too.

- About half an hour, Pat.

- I'll be ready.

I've heard that before.

Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.

Funny looking bruise. A fall?

A poker in the hands of a widow.

I'm surprised. I'd have thought

you were just the type for a widow.

Not this one.

He didn't like me at all.

A red square

with a spike through it.

I think it's a Tong sign,

the red dragon from Macao.

- Ask records to verify it for me.

- Sorry, sweetie. You're off duty.

- File it till you get back.

- Moneypenny...

next time I see you,

I'll put you across my knee.

On yogurt and lemon juice?

I can hardly wait.

Come on, Pat.

I'm coming.

I can't hear you. Have you fainted?

You're late, Mr. Bond.

Me?

I'd never have recognized myself.

- Do I seem healthy?

- Too healthy. Take off your bathrobe.

You never say that

as if you meant it.

Arms above your head, please.

Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!

I can see there's only

one place to keep you quiet.

What's this?

A motorized traction table

for stretching the spine.

Some patients call it the rack.

I'm not surprised.

Get on.

Where's the kick starter?

Stop fooling around

and face down, please.

Face down.

By the way, who is the man

in the room next to your Count Lippe?

I really don't know

too much about him.

A Mr. Angelo.

He's here with a private physician,

recuperating from an awful car crash.

There, now, the first time

I've felt really safe all day.

I'll look in and see

how you're doing in 15 minutes.

Nice to have met you.

Hey, come back!

Help!

Oh, thank God!

You could've been killed!

I must be six inches taller.

You poor dear.

I can't think how

it could have happened.

I can tell you, it's a miracle

I came back when I did.

I can only think that you must have

pushed the switch accidentally.

You better come along with me.

Spend a few minutes in the steam room.

It'll help to relax you.

- Yes.

- Might even shrink you back to size.

Somebody's going to wish

today had never happened.

You wouldn't tell Dr. Wain.

Please, I'd lose my job.

Well, I suppose my silence

could have a price.

You don't mean... Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

See you later, irrigator.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Don't you worry. I'll tell the chef.

Let me out of this bloody machine!

Help!

Mink.

It reduces the tensions.

Not mine.

Major Derval's social secretary.

- I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo.

- What's that?

- Mr. Angelo.

- I'm sorry.

You got the wrong number.

You don't think you could be

more comfortable if you take off this...

- Yes?

- Major Derval?

- This is Major Derval.

- Your car is waiting.

I'll be down right away. Thank you.

My car's here. Duty calls.

The story of my life.

You'll be late at the air base.

Besides, it will give you

time to cool off.

You'll be here when I come back?

But I may not be in the mood then.

- Do you wanna bet?

- You know your Francois.

I know me.

All right.

- I told him I'd be down.

- Your coat, sir.

Happy landing!

Thank you.

Be good, at least until I get back.

- Nobody saw us. The corridor's empty.

- Shut the door!

He's dead all right.

Lippe, you take over.

- Are the doctor and ambulance outside?

- Everything as arranged.

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