On Her Majesty's Secret Service Page #2

Your help.

I find her fascinating,

but she needs a psychiatrist, not me.

What she needs is a man to dominate her.

To make love to her enough

to make her love him.

A man like you.

You overestimate me, Draco.

She's very attractive,

but what you ask is not for me.

Mm.

Listen to me. On the day you marry her,

I'll give you a personal dowry

of one million pounds

in gold.

That's quite an inducement.

- But I don't need a million pounds.

- Stupido!

And I've a bachelor's taste for freedom.

Please, just see her some more.

Who knows what will come of it?

I'm sorry, Draco,

but in my profession, I can't...

- What?

- You have connections not open to me.

Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?

Blofeld?

Some of my men

have recently defected to him.

- I don't know where he is.

- Can you find out?

If I could, I wouldn't tell

Her Majesty's Secret Service.

But I might tell my future son-in-law.

Go on.

Next week is my birthday.

For that,

Teresa always comes back to me.

- You understand?

- Let's say I'll sleep on the idea.

You do that.

- James! Where have you been?

- Much too far from you, darling.

Oh, same old James!

Ooh! Only more so.

Heartless brute! Letting me pine away

without even a postcard.

Pine no more.

Cocktails at my place,

eightish, just the two of us.

Oh, I'd adore that!

If only I could trust myself.

Same old Moneypenny.

Britain's last line of defence.

You'd better go in.

He's running a very tight ship today.

I'm relieving you

from Operation Bedlam, 007.

But, sir, Blofeld's

something of a must with me.

You've had two years to run him down.

- Have you lost confidence in me?

- I'm well aware of your talents, 007.

But a licence to kill is useless,

unless one can set up the target.

- Sir...

- I'll find you a more suitable assignment.

- Under the circumstances...

- That's all!

That was a quick conference.

- How can a girl keep herself alluring...

- Take a memo, please, Moneypenny.

Ready, James.

Sir, I have the honour to request

if you'll accept my resignation

effective forthwith.

- Resignation from what?

- Her Majesty's Secret Service.

And kindly present it

to that monument in there.

Underneath de mango tree

Me honey and me

come watch for de moon...

Sorry, ma'am.

- 007... James Bond here.

- He wants you, James.

Request granted.

Request granted. Not even with regret.

What did you expect? A knighthood?

Why don't you read it?

Two weeks' leave!

Well, you didn't really

want to resign, did you?

Moneypenny,

what would I do without you?

My problem is that

you never do anything with me.

It's a date. The moment I get back.

- Where are you off to?

- Oh, just some place to laze about.

Beachcombing.

What would I do without you,

Miss Moneypenny? Thank you.

Bonjour, Miguel.

Teresa!

It's so long since we see you!

- Yes, very well.

- There's Tracy.

- Huh?

- Tracy.

Where is she? Ah, there she is!

- Teresa!

- Happy birthday, Papa.

You make it so by being here.

You look marvellous.

There's someone I want you to meet.

- Salut, Olympe. How are you?

- It's good to have you back.

- You look wonderful!

- Thanks.

Bom dia. Bonjour.

Mr Bond, may I introduce

my daughter? Teresa.

Contessa.

- We've already met.

- But each time is a renewed pleasure.

Madame always makes one feel

so welcome!

She likes you, I can see it.

You must give me

the name of your oculist.

Brilliant.

I didn't know Mr Bond knew Papa.

There are many things

about Mr Bond one does not know.

It would be interesting

to attend night school perhaps.

Papa is up to something, I'm sure of it.

Your father loves you very much, Tracy.

Whatever he may arrange,

I know it's for your happiness.

What has Papa arranged?

Ah! Mr Bond.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Many happy returns.

The best years

are still to come, let's hope.

Oh, allow me.

What are you doing here?

Yes, wasn't it kind

of your father to invite me?

Mr Bond and I are discussing business.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

No woman would waste excellent

champagne discussing business.

Unless, of course, she happened

to be part of the arrangement.

Olympe, what have you said?

Don't blame Olympe.

I'm not your daughter for nothing.

I detect a certain family resemblance.

I suggest you revise the terms

of your contract, Mr Bond.

- You'll find your liability too expensive.

- There you're mistaken.

- Papa.

- Yes?

- Mr Bond wants information.

- What are you talking about?

You always taught me

a good host supplies his guest's needs.

- Uh-huh.

- And without obligation.

- And then?

- I'm not sure obligation is the right word.

Tell him, Papa.

Tell him what he wants to know.

- Now!

- Please, please, Teresa.

It's only a possibility, nothing definite.

Tell him, Papa,

or you'll never see me again.

All right.

There may be a connection between

that man Blofeld and the lawyer

with offices in Bern, Switzerland.

- Named Gumbold.

- Gumbold?

- Bern, Switzerland?

- Yes, Gumbold.

So, now Mr Bond need have

no further interest in me.

Another mistake.

She always was a headstrong child.

I'm sorry...

Where has he gone?

Tracy!

Tracy.

I was always taught

that mistakes should be remedied.

Especially between friends.

Or lovers.

We have all the time

In the world

Time enough for life to unfold

All the precious things love has in store

We have all the love

In the world

If that's all we have

You will find

We need nothing more

Every step of the way

Will find us

With the cares of the world

Far behind us

We have all the time

In the world

Just for love

Nothing more

Nothing less

Only love

I'll see to this appointment,

then catch up with you.

- The story of our life, James?

- Just keep my martini cool.

- I will be back in an hour.

- Bon apptit, monsieur.

Ich hab noch ein paar Sachen zu kaufen.

Such things should be left to a girl's

father, who knows what is best for her.

But what can be better than being in love?

Mr Bond, he's... He's in love with you?

That may come too some day.

Life's too short for "some day", Teresa.

Tomorrow I will speak to him alone,

man to man.

- No, Papa.

- Why not?

No talk. Whatever happens,

there'll be no regrets.

Please.

Mm.

Good afternoon, James.

- Afternoon. Is the Admiral in?

- Certainly.

Hm?

Excuse me. Commander Bond to see you.

- Right, show him in.

- Aye aye, sir.

- If you please, sir.

- Thank you.

Unusually small

for a Nymphalis polychloris.

I wasn't aware that your expertise

included lepidoptery.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

Genealogy, sir. Fascinating subject.

Came across a letter from Gebrder

Gumbold, solicitors in Switzerland

to a certain

Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp.

- De Bleuchamp?

- French form of "Blofeld".

You've been relieved from

Operation Bedlam, 007. Remember?

I assumed you'd reassign me, sir.

This is a Photostat copy of a letter

to our College of Arms

in the City of London

with the request they try to establish

de Bleuchamp's claim to the title,

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