On Her Majesty's Secret Service

I've been saying for years, sir,

that our equipment is obsolete.

And now computer analysis reveals an

entirely new approach: Miniaturisation.

For instance, radioactive lint.

When placed in an opponent's pockets

the antipersonnel and

location fix seems obvious.

What we want is a location fix on 007.

Number Ten's making ugly noises

about Operation Bedlam.

Miss Moneypenny,

did you check with Communications?

Replies to our Cairo

and Madrid enquiries: All negative, sir.

The PM wants to be informed

personally when we find 007.

No!

Good morning!

My name's Bond. James Bond.

Miss erm...

Don't move, Mr Bond.

Now get up!

Put your hands behind your head. Move!

Get in!

Lie down!

Argh!

This never happened to the other fellow.

- Your bagages, sir?

- In the boot.

- Take care of those gloves.

- Right, sir.

- Commander Bond, how are you?

- Fine. Good to see you, Manuel.

Quinhentos e cinquenta e seis.

Everything seems up to

the Palcio's standards.

Yes, it's a good season.

That red Cougar outside.

Does it belong to a lady?

Yes, sir. Contessa Teresa di Vicenzo.

Che bella!

Our best!

Fortunately, we have had a cancellation.

Allow me.

Mm.

This'll do. This'll do me nicely.

I'm sure we can look after

your special needs.

I'm sure you can. Thank you.

Huit. la banque.

Dix mille la banque. Give the bank.

- Banco.

- Les jeux sont faits, monsieur.

Changeur.

Cartes.

Neuf la banque.

Thank you.

Quatre mille la banque. Give the bank.

Suivi.

- Cartes.

- Cartes.

Neuf.

- Vingt mille.

- La banque vingt mille. Give the bank.

Vingt mille la banque. Give the bank.

- La banque a vingt mille.

- 20,000 francs!

- La banque a vingt mille.

- Too rich for my blood.

- Vingt mille, la banque.

- Banco.

Banco debout.

Carte.

Neuf.

- Madame?

- I don't have the money.

- Je regrette, mais c'est impossible.

- I regret too, but I don't have any money.

- Dame can't pay up.

- OK, madame, venez avec moi.

- S'il vous plat, madame?

- Forgive me. My mind was elsewhere.

Madame has forgotten

we agreed to be partners this evening.

- Please continue.

- Merci.

Well, that's a bit of luck, being bailed out

like that at the last minute!

Waiter.

- Dom Prignon '57.

- Sir.

Why do you persist

in rescuing me, Mr Bond?

It's becoming a habit,

isn't it, Contessa Teresa?

Teresa was a saint. I'm known as Tracy.

Well, Tracy, next time

play it safe and stand on five.

People who want to stay alive play it safe.

Please stay alive.

At least for tonight.

Come later.

I hope it'll be worth it,

partner.

Monsieur.

- Send it to suite 423 with caviar for two.

- Oui, monsieur.

Tracy.

Tracy?

Argh!

Gate-crasher. I'll leave you to tidy up.

Mm, royal beluga. North of the Caspian.

- You're full of surprises, Contessa.

- So are you, Mr Bond.

Do you always arm yourself

for a rendezvous?

Occasionally. I seem

to be accident-prone.

I'll take that, if you don't mind.

You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?

Suppose I were to kill you for a thrill.

I can think of something

more sociable to do.

Will you stop playing games?

Who was that man in your room?

- You're hurting me.

- I thought that was the idea.

- Who was he?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I can be a lot more persuasive.

- I'm sure you can.

Whatever else I may be, I'm not a liar.

Get dressed.

You're the most extraordinary girl.

I'm not interested

in your opinion of me, Mr Bond.

- I'm here for a business transaction.

- Really?

Isn't Le Bleu a bit heady for that?

So, you know your perfumes.

What else do you know?

A little about women.

Think about me

as a woman you've just bought.

Who needs to buy?

Look, you don't owe me a thing.

I think you're in some sort of trouble.

Would you like to talk about it?

No, Mr Bond.

The only thing you need know about me

is that I pay my debts.

20,000 francs is a lot of money.

Mm.

Good morning.

- Morning. Caf for two with orange juice.

- Yes, sir.

- Connect me with suite 423, please.

- The Countess has left the hotel, sir.

- Checked out?

- A few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Paid in full as well.

- Mr Bond?

- Yes.

- You've lost something.

- Really?

We'll give it to you outside.

Why not? Perhaps

we can make up a foursome!

You've thought of everything. What a

lovely surprise, meeting again so soon!

- Mm.

- Thank you.

- And where's the party this time?

- You have an appointment.

Business or pleasure?

Mystery tour, eh?

I think we'd all enjoy it more without that.

Mmm.

Basta!

Do not kill me, Mr Bond.

At least not until we've had a drink.

Then if you wish,

I'll give you another chance.

I'm Draco of Draco Construction.

Mm-hm.

- But today is the 13th, Commander.

- I'm superstitious.

- A martini for our guest, Olympe.

- A pleasure.

- Shaken, not stirred.

- Of course.

- Campari for me.

- Mm-hm.

My apologies for the way you were

brought here today. Please sit down.

I was not sure

you would accept a formal invitation.

There's always something formal

about the point of a pistol.

Thank you, chrie.

- Olympe, we will finish our struggle later.

- As you wish.

She also plays

a very good game of chess.

- Salute.

- Cheers.

You usually drink Corsican brandy.

Ah! What else do you know about me?

Marc Ange Draco. Head of Union Corse,

one of Europe's biggest crime syndicates.

- The biggest.

- Not quite.

An organisation known as SPECTRE

operates worldwide.

However, your legitimate business fronts

are more extensive.

Construction, electrical supplies,

numerous agricultural holdings.

Your dossier on me

is not entirely complete.

I am also Teresa's father.

- Tracy?

- Yes, Tracy. Tracy.

My only child.

Her mother was an English girl -

romantic -

who had come to Corsica

to look for bandits.

Rather like those women who ventured

into the desert looking for sheikhs.

She found me in the mountains.

Hiding from the police at the time.

I came to love this girl.

We married. The result: Teresa.

Twelve years later my wife died.

I sent Teresa to Switzerland

- No, thanks. I prefer my own.

- To finish her education.

Unfortunately I didn't give her a proper

home. She was without supervision.

So

she joined the fast international set.

One scandal after another.

When I disapproved,

cut off her allowance,

she committed some greater folly.

To spite me.

Yet, behind her bravado,

something was eating away at her soul.

This can happen to men and women.

They burn the heart out of themselves

by living too greedily.

And suddenly,

- all is finished.

- Why are you telling me this?

Without telling me, she married. An Italian

count who killed himself in a Maserati

with one of his mistresses.

I gave her too much,

and it brought her nothing.

Now, why did I tell you all this?

I have been informed of everything

you have done for my daughter.

- Everything?

- Don't worry, don't worry about that.

What you did, the way you behaved,

might be the beginning

of some kind of therapy.

She needs help.

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