Spectre Page #5

He has requested

you enter it alone.

Of course.

Champagne?

Maybe later.

Certainly.

I think

we're meant to be impressed.

Touch it.

You can touch it if you want.

Do you know what it is?

It's a meteorite.

Yes, exactly.

The Kartenhoff.

The oldest in human possession.

The very meteorite

which made this crater.

Think about it.

So many years up there,

alone, silent,

building momentum until it chose

to make its mark on Earth.

A huge, unstoppable force.

Except it did stop, didn't it?

Right here.

I can't tell you how much I've

been looking forward to this.

All of us here, together.

A reunion.

I'm so glad you came,

too, dear Madeleine.

You were just a girl

when I saw you first.

I came to your home once

to see your father.

I don't remember that.

But I do.

Shall we?

What is this place?

Information.

Information is all,

is it not?

For example,

you must know by now that the

double-0 program is officially dead.

Which leads me to

speculate exactly why you came.

So, James, why did you come?

I came here to kill you.

And I thought you

came here to die.

Well, it's all

a matter of perspective.

Speaking of perspective.

Is this live?

Live and direct. 16:20 GMT.

What an uncanny coincidence.

The French have a saying,

"It's the fate of glass to break."

Well, maybe it's the fate

of spies to just disappear.

But with any luck,

we leave something behind.

In the meantime,

I'm sure C will keep you all busy.

Thank you all.

That's touching,

don't you think?

Well, James,

it looks like you're all alone.

Not much more than a voyeur,

are you?

Too scared to join in.

I don't think

you quite understand.

Oh, I think I do.

You set cities on fire and

watch innocent people burn,

so you can convince

governments to join

an intelligence network

you've paid for.

Not that complicated.

I'm guessing our little friend,

C, he's one of your disciples.

You could say that.

And what does he get out of it?

Nothing.

He's a visionary, like me.

Visionaries.

Psychiatric wards

are full of them.

Whereas you couldn't see

what's right in front of you.

You came across me so many

times and yet you never saw me.

Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva.

All dead.

Yeah, that's right.

A nice pattern developed.

You interfered in my world,

I destroyed yours.

Or did you think

it was coincidence

that all the women in

your life ended up dead?

Vesper Lynd, for example.

She was the big one.

Has he told you about her?

And then, of course,

your beloved M.

Gone forever.

Me.

It was all me, James.

It's always been me.

The author of all your pain.

You're a brave woman, my dear.

Now I understand why

my father lost his mind.

He didn't lose his mind,

he was just weak.

But at least he understood

what he was up against.

You see,

they failed to comprehend the crucial fact,

that a terrible event can

lead to something wonderful.

Since you mention your father,

I'll show you.

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.

No, no, no. Turn this off.

Your word?

The word of an assassin!

Turn this off.

This is important.

I said turn it off!

I want you to

understand something.

That's my word.

Madeleine?

Look at me.

Don't look at him,

Madeleine. Look at me.

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.

The things that

bring people together.

Out of horror, beauty.

Torture is easy,

on a superficial level.

A man can watch himself

being disemboweled

and derive great horror

from the experience,

but it's still

going on at a distance.

It isn't taking

place where he is.

As you know all too well, dear Madeleine,

a man lives inside his head.

That's where

the seat of his soul is.

Now, James and I were

both present recently

when a man was

deprived of his eyes.

And the most

astonishing thing happened.

Didn't you notice?

He wasn't there anymore.

He'd gone even though

he was still alive.

So in this brief moment

between life and death,

there was nobody

inside his skull.

Most odd.

So, James.

I'm going to penetrate

to where you are.

To the inside of your head.

Now, the first probe

will play with your sight,

your hearing

and your balance,

just with the subtlest

of manipulations.

Well, get on with it then.

Nothing can be as painful

as listening to you talk.

All right.

Let's begin.

Why are you doing this?

You probably know

that James here

lost his parents

when he was young.

But did you know

that it was my father

who helped him through

this difficult time?

Over the course of two winters

he taught him to ski,

and climb, and hunt.

He soothed the wounds of the

poor little blue-eyed orphan.

Asked me to treat

him as a brother.

My little brother.

They formed quite an attachment.

So,

you killed him.

Yes, I did.

You know what happens

when a cuckoo

hatches inside

another bird's nest?

Yes.

It forces the other eggs out.

Yes.

Well, this cuckoo made me realize

my father's life had to end.

In a way, he's responsible

for the path I took.

- So, thank you.

- Cuckoo.

Do you know any other

birdcalls, Franz?

Hello, p*ssy.

Franz Oberhauser died

20 years ago, James.

In an avalanche,

alongside his father.

The man you are talking to now,

the man inside your head,

is Ernst Stavro Blofeld.

Catchy name.

My mother's bloodline.

If the needle finds the correct

spot in the fusiform gyrus,

you'll recognize no one.

Of course,

the faces of your women

are interchangeable,

aren't they, James?

You won't know who she is.

Just another passing face

on your way to the grave.

He dies not knowing who you are.

The daughter of an assassin.

The only one who could

have understood him.

Shame.

I love you.

Do those blue eyes

still recognize you?

I'd recognize you anywhere.

The watch.

One minute.

One minute.

Did he say something?

Tempus fugit.

- What?

- Tempus fugit.

I can't hear you, James.

I said,

doesn't time fly?

In there!

Let's go home.

It's not over yet.

I've never even

heard of Hildebrand.

That is the general

idea with safe houses.

Exactly how safe is this, sir?

We're about to find out.

It's safe.

Better wait here.

I'm M.

Madeleine Swann.

Pleased to meet you.

So, what do you

have for me, 007?

The recently deceased head of Spectre,

Ernst Stavro Blofeld,

and his chief of intelligence,

your new best friend, C.

About to take control of his very

own global surveillance system

that he built right

here under our noses.

Then we'd better move.

The system goes online at midnight.

If that happens,

Spectre will have control of everything.

So, you and I will

have a quiet word with C

while Q hacks into the system

and stops it going online.

It won't be easy.

He'll find a way.

He always does.

It's good to have you back, 007.

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