Spectre Page #3

Yes, sir.

Please, tell me 007

is in London.

Oh, yes.

Um, I'll just take

a look now, sir.

Because if he isn't,

you're in deep sh*t.

You've got precisely 10 seconds.

I have him, sir.

He appears to be in Chelsea.

Well, I want eyes on him

when I get back, understood?

I completely understand,

sir.

Do me a favor.

Make it quick.

Upstairs, Mr. White.

I always knew death would

wear a familiar face,

but not yours.

To what do I owe

this pleasure, Mr. Bond?

I was at a meeting recently

and your name came up.

I'm flattered London is

still talking about me.

It wasn't MI6.

It was Rome.

Your team, not mine.

Ah.

Last month,

I found thallium in my cell phone.

It's done its job.

I have a few weeks. Maybe less.

So, here we are, Mr. Bond,

two dead men

enjoying the evening.

What did you do?

I disobeyed him.

I followed him

as far as I could.

He changed.

Oh, I see.

You grew a conscience.

Our game is our game.

But this?

Women, children...

Well, the thallium would suggest

that he doesn't like you

very much anymore.

And clearly

the feeling is mutual.

So why don't you tell me

how to find him again?

Oh, come on.

Tell me where he is.

He's everywhere.

Everywhere!

He's sitting at your desk,

he's kissing your lover,

he's eating supper with your family!

You're protecting someone.

Your wife.

She left long ago.

Your son?

Your daughter.

You won't find her.

She's clever.

She's smarter than me.

She knows how to hide.

I can protect her if

you tell me where he is.

I can keep her alive.

Yeah.

You have my word.

Your word?

The word of an assassin!

That's my word.

L'Amricain.

You save her,

she can lead you to L'Amricain.

She knows L'Amricain.

Try the Hoffler Klinik.

You're a kite dancing in a hurricane,

Mr. Bond.

So long.

I can't deny I'm impressed you

got H.M.G. to cough up for all this.

Good God, the government couldn't

afford this kind of facility.

No, it was benefactors mostly,

from the private sector.

When it goes online,

this building will be

the most sophisticated

data gathering system

in history.

The world's digital ghost,

available 24/7.

George Orwell's worst nightmare.

I'm glad you like it.

My commiserations

on losing the Nine Eyes vote.

Must have been a blow.

Not really.

Only a matter of time

before the South Africans

see the light.

And you know what they say,

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Day and a half maybe.

Look, Max,

I know surveillance is a fact of life.

It's how you use the

information that concerns me,

and who is using it.

This is what we need to do

to keep the people safe.

Double-0 program

is prehistoric.

Come on, M. You can't really tell

me that one man in the field

can compete with all of this,

running around out there

with his license to kill.

Have you ever had

to kill a man, Max?

Have you?

To pull that trigger,

you have to be sure.

Yes, you investigate,

analyze, assess, target.

And then you have

to look him in the eye.

And you make the call.

And all the drones, bugs,

cameras, transcripts,

all the surveillance

in the world

can't tell you what to do next.

A license to kill

is also a license not to kill.

I didn't want to

have to do this,

but it looks like you still

can't control your agents.

Bond? I ran that check.

Looks like you've had dealings

with him before. Quantum.

Of course. Mr. White!

Last unconfirmed sighting,

Altaussee in Austria.

Run another name, will you?

So maybe there's

something to be said

for total surveillance

after all.

You watch MI6 agents?

We watch everyone.

Please, take a seat.

I'll be with you

in just a moment.

Please excuse me,

Mr. Bond.

My name is

Dr. Madeleine Swann.

Our job today is to

analyze your needs,

both psychological and physical.

Hmm, sounds pretty

straightforward.

I hope you don't mind.

The view can be distracting.

I hadn't noticed.

I see you filled out

most of the paperwork.

Just a few questions to complete

your evaluation, if I may.

Do you exercise?

When I have to.

Do you consider your employment

to be psychologically stressful?

Sometimes.

How much alcohol do you consume?

Too much.

Some broader questions.

As a child, would you say you

were close to your parents?

My parents died

when I was young.

Really? How old?

Old enough to remember.

How, if I may ask?

It was a climbing accident.

So who brought you up?

Someone else.

Humor me.

How does one train at Oxford and

the Sorbonne become a consultant,

spend two years with

Mdecins Sans Frontires

and end up here?

Forgive me,

but anyone might think

you were hiding from something.

You're paying a lot of money to be here,

Mr. Bond.

Who's asking the questions,

you or me?

Of course. Carry on.

I see you left this

final question blank.

What is your occupation?

Well, that's not the sort of

thing that looks good on a form.

And why is that?

I kill people.

Small world?

Where is he?

Your father's dead.

Two days ago.

How do you know?

Because I was there.

Did you kill him?

I didn't have to.

He did it himself.

And you came all the way

just to tell me this?

That my father's dead?

I came to tell you that your life

is in danger and I need your help.

Why?

I made a deal with him to protect you.

You're lying.

Why would he trust you?

Because he knew that I

needed something in return.

And what was that?

To find L'Amricain.

This interview is over.

Dr. Swann...

You have 10 minutes to leave the building.

Then I'm calling security.

Thank you,

Dr. Swann.

Can I get you something, sir?

Vodka martini.

Shaken, not stirred.

I'm sorry,

we don't serve alcohol.

I'm really starting

to love this place.

He'll have the prolytic

digestive enzyme shake.

Certainly.

If you've come for the car,

I parked it

at the bottom of the Tiber.

Well, not to worry, 007.

It was only a 3,000,000 prototype.

Why are you here, Q?

Oh, I just fancied a break,

to be honest.

I've been a tad stressed

at work recently.

What with C's people

crawling all over us

and the fact that M wants my

balls for Christmas decorations.

Get to the point.

The point, 007,

is that Franz Oberhauser

is dead.

Dead and buried.

And unless you come back

with me right now,

my career and Moneypenny's

will go the same way.

Do you understand?

All hell is breaking loose out there and...

I saw him.

You thought you saw him.

We've been through the records.

He died in an avalanche

with his father 20 years ago.

Yes. I know that.

But I saw him.

He's not someone

I'll ever forget.

So you have a lead?

I have a name.

L'Amricain.

Well, that narrows it down.

Look, I'm sorry, 007,

but time's up.

My whole career

is on the line here.

Either you come back in and do

this through proper channels,

or I go directly to M.

Do one more thing for me.

Then you're out.

Find out what you can from this.

I really, really

hate you right now.

Thank you, Q.

Monsieur?

Now? Please?

Where are you staying?

The Pevsner. Room 12.

One hour.

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