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I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete.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 anti-personnel and location fix seems fairly 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?

Well, replies to our Cairo, Amsterdam 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...

Don't move, Mr. Bond.

Now get up!

Put your hands behind your head. Move!

Get in!

Lie down!

This never happened to the other fellow.

- Your baggages, sir? - In the boot.

- Take care of those gloves. - Right, sir.

- Commander Bond, how are you, sir? - Fine. Good to see you, Manuel.

Number 556.

Everything seems up to the Palácio's usual high standards.

Yes, it's a good season.

By the way, that red Cougar outside. Does it belong to a lady?

Yes, sir. Contessa Teresa di Vicenzo. Beautiful.

Our best!

Fortunately, we have had a cancellation.

Allow me.

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.

Eight. At the bank.

10.000 at the bank. Give the bank.

- Bank. - The game is played, sir.

Trader.

Cards.

Nine for the bank.

Thank you.

4.000 at the bank. Give the bank.

Check.

- Cards. - Cards.

Nine.

- 20.000. - 20.000 at the bank. Give the bank

20.000 at the bank. Give the bank.

- 20.000 at the bank. - 20.000 francs!

- 20.000 at the bank. - Too rich for my blood.

- 20.000, the bank. - Bank.

The bank holds.

Card.

Nine.

- Madame? - I don't have the money.

- I'm sorry, but it's impossible. - I regret too, but I don't have any money.

- Dame can't pay up. - Okay, madame, come with me.

- Please, madame? - Forgive me. My mind was elsewhere.

Madame has forgotten we agreed to be partners this evening.

- Please continue. - Thank you.

Well, that's a bit of luck, being bailed out like that at the last minute!

Waiter.

- Dom Pérignon '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?

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 tonight.

- Who was he? - I don't know what you're talking about.

- I can be a lot more persuasive, Contessa. - I'm sure you can.

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

Get dressed.

You know, 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.

Good morning, Commander Bond.

- Morning. Café Complete for two with fresh orange juice. - Yes, sir.

- Connect me with suite 423, please. - The Countess Vicenzo 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, our 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.

Enough!

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.

- 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, chérie.

- 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.

What else do you know about me?

Marc Ange Draco. Head of Union Corse, one of Europe's biggest crime syndicates in Europe.

- 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.

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. - Stupid!

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, eight-ish, 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.

- Does this mean you've lost confidence in me? - I'm well aware of your talents, 007.

But a license to kill is useless, unless one can set up the target.

- Sir... - I'll find you a more suitable assignment. That's all.

- Sir, under the circumstances... - That's all! That's all!

That was a quick conference.

- How do you expect a girl to 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 the mango tree ♪

♪ Me honey and me Come watch for the 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. Come on.

- Salud, Olympe. How are you? - It's good to have you back.

- You look wonderful! - Thanks.

Good day. Bonjour.

Mr. Bond, may I introduce my daughter? Teresa.

Contessa.

- Mr. Bond and I'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 a business deal, Theresa.

- Really? - Mm-hm.

No woman would waste excellent champagne discussing a business deal.

Unless, of course, she happened to be part of the arrangement.

Olympe, what have you said?

Don't blame Olympe, Papa. 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 far too expensive. - There you're mistaken.

- Papa. - Yes?

- Mr. Bond wants some 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 quite 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.

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 ♪

♪ Only love ♪

I'll get cracking on 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 appétit, Monsieur.

I still need to buy a few things.

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... Tomorrow I will speak to him alone, man to man.

- No, Papa. - Why not?

No talk. Whatever happens, there'll be no regrets.

Please.

Good afternoon, James.

- Good afternoon, Hamed. Is the Admiral in? - Certainly, sir.

Hm?

Excuse me, sir. 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? I thought you were on leave.

Genealogy, sir. Fascinating subject.

Came across a letter from Gebrüder 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 addressed

to our College of Arms in the City of London

with the request they undertake to establish de Bleuchamp's claim to the title,

and Sir Hilary Bray, he's the Sable Basilisk of the college,

has replied to Gumbold suggesting that he should meet de Bleuchamp in person.

Now I've taken the liberty, sir, of working with the college on this,

using an examination of my own family tree as cover.

I've also been reading up on the technical side of heraldry.

Sir Hilary Bray, please. Commander Bond.

Ah, yes, sir.

So that, should he consent to meet to a meeting, I can act as a representative of the college.

Come.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, Sir Hilary.

Have a look at this. No let me take your coat. Arms of Sir Thomas Bond. Baronet of Peckham. Died 1734.

Argent on a chevron sable.

Three bezants.

Good motto, eh? "The world is not enough."

- You're doing a splendid job. - Thank you, Mr Sable Basilisk.

We've traced your line back to Sir Otho le Bon.

Held the manor of Wickhambreux by a knight's fee from the Earl of Thanet, 1387.

We're in luck.

Gumbold's telephoned from Bern to say his client has consented to see me.

- You mean me? - Yes, you.

But, Commander Bond, I am only able to countenance this deception

on your assurance that the matter is of national importance.

I haven't exaggerated. My department'd appreciate your help very much.

All right, then. During the deception period I've arranged to lose myself amongst the churches of Brittany.

I want to do brass rubbings there anyway.

Where do I go for this meeting?

Ah, they're being a bit canny about that. They want me to send a description of myself.

- Tactfully adjusted to favour me. - Yes.

They will send the time and place from where I am to be

"collected", as they put it.

It's not our sort of thing, but under the circumstances...

- Sounds as if they're suspicious. - No, no, no, not suspicious. Just discreet.

There was no objection to my fee of a thousand guineas.

Could their claim be genuine?

It's hard to say at this point. Our methods are very exacting.

We never like speak until we're absolutely certain that there can be no possibility of error on our side or

- forgery on anybody else's. - I hope I can live up to your high standards.

One helpful physical point might be that the real de Bleuchamps are without ear lobes.

It's not the sort of thing that we rely on, of course, but it could help.

- No ear lobes. - You might try inviting him to Augsburg.

The de Bleuchamps have been coming from there for generations.

Yes, if he is our man I'd like to get him away from Switzerland.

- Sir Hilary Bray, Baronet? - The same, dear lady.

I'm Fräulein Irma Bunt, personal secretary to the Count.

How do you do?

- Have you had a good journey? - No, quite intolerable. I'm not a good traveller, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

- Grunther will take your luggage. - No, I can manage.

- I take it. - Oh, very well.

You know Switzerland, sir Hilary?

- I'm afraid not, Fräulein... - Bunt.

Bunt. Interesting name for a genealogist. Are you from a naval family?

Naval?

It's a nautical term, you see, meaning the baggy or swollen parts of a sail.

- Nothing personal, of course. - Interesting.

- You speak German? - I'm afraid not.

- French perhaps? - A little. Where are we off to?

You will not be disappointed. Please?

Like the bugs in the rug, yes?

- You are comfortable? - Yes, indeed, Fräulein.

- Your kindness is quite overwhelming. - Good.

Hop! Come!

Come, Eidler. Come, come. Hop!

So, we are halfway.

Now we will have a little flight.

- I've never been in one of these things before. - Then first you must your pipe knock off.

Knock out, you mean?

I hope.

- Mind your head, Sir Hilary. - Please fasten your safety belt.

Now up into the Alps.

That is avalanche damage.

You enjoy the skiing or the bob-sleigh perhaps?

I'm not a sporting man, Fräulein.

Even when I'm at my best.

Do you feel the airsickness?

Up to there is for the public, and from here upwards it is strictly private.

No one, no one at all

may come through without permission from the Count.

There is the Bleuchamp Institute for allergy research.

- What kind of allergies? - All of them.

Like the hay fever, or the sickness caused by the oysters,

or inability to eat meat.

The Count is a specialist in this field.

- I'll be glad to get my feet on the ground - Not ground. Ice.

Fräulein, I should warn you, guns make me very nervous.

They're to keep away the spies from the chemical companies.

Many times already they have tried to steal our discoveries.

Yes, we live in a world of avarice and deceit.

- Here, at least, there's no avarice. - Really?

The Bleuchamp Institute is not for profit, Sir Hilary.

The Count does his work for the sake of mankind.

Mm, I'm very happy to hear it.

He wants to leave his mark on the entire world.

- Characteristic ambition. - Characteristic?

- Of a true humanitarian. - Ah!

Formerly it was a sports club, open to the public.

Now it belongs to the Count, who has given it to scientific research.

Josef, Sir Hilary Bray will take number four.

I will show you there after Grunther has taken you for a medical examination.

- I'm quite all right now. - You are our honoured guest, Sir Hilary.

And after your experience in the helicopter,

we must make sure that you are entirely well again.

- Grunther, take Sir Hilary to Dr. von Sant. - Ja, Fräulein.

Director, please.

- Yes? - The Englishman has arrived.

- Provide him with the usual comforts. - Yes.

You have ten minutes.

- And then take them to number four. - Yes.

If you wish anything for your comfort, you must ring this.

- And the attendant will come. - Very considerate. Thank you.

You must also ring for him to open the door

- when you wish to leave. - Rather a complicated arrangement.

To stop patients leaving their rooms

and disturbing each other when they should be resting.

The Count believes very strongly in undisturbed rest.

Prudent fellow. When can I see him? We have a lot to discuss.

He will send for you, Sir Hilary, when he's ready.

Meanwhile, I should very much like you to join me in the Alpine room before dinner.

- Alpine room? - Yes.

Grunther will come for you. Shall we say seven o'clock?

Thank you.

Fräulein Bunt will receive you.

Tomato juice with lots of lemon.

Ah, Sir Hilary! Please, come to meet our patients.

Ladies, this is Sir Hilary Bray, Baronet.

- How do you do? - He's a famous genealogist.

- You will have a drink, yes? - Please, come and sit down.

How do you do?

Thank you.

- What is a baronet? - It's a kind of inferior sort of baron.

- Oh, how disappointing. - Well, er...

Oh, I don't mean you're inferior, I mean the title is.

Yes, but what's a gynae... genealogist? What is that?

- Pommy word for an old people's doctor. - Ah! So he's here to cure Fräulein Bunt.

Watch yourself. She's got ears like an elephant.

- What will you drink, sir? - Malt whisky and branch water, please.

I'm sorry I was so rude about what a baronet is.

You gave a very accurate description.

- Sir. - Thank you.

I say, it's a treat having a man here for once.

- Er, you mean there aren't any others? - Only the staff, and you can't really count them.

We will not discuss affairs of the clinic.

Yes, but what is a genealogist? Will nobody tell me?

- It would give me great pleasure to tell you. - Well?

Genealogy is all about ancestors and families.

I mean, it could easily be that any one of you here

is related to a royal house.

If only we could go back far enough to find out.

Now, if you would tell me your names...

We do not use surnames here. It is a rule of the clinic.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that.

Come, it's time for dinner.

Our schedule is rather strict. So is our diet.

Please, sir Hilary, if you would sit there, between Helen and Ruby.

I'm afraid I've never had much to do with perky young ladies.

I have ordered you a steak "Piz Gloria".

- I hope you enjoy it. - Thank you. I'm sure I will.

- Are you here for Christmas, Sir Hilary? - Er, well, I might be.

- Oh, good! Then we can have a party before we go. - That sort of thing's not quite in my line.

Delicious!

I used to hate chicken. Used to make me break out.

It was all over. You'd be surprised where.

- Potatoes did it to me. Now I adore them. - No medical histories, please.

Now Girls, I'm sure Sir Hilary would like to tell us about the College of Arms in London.

Go on, Sir Hilary, please tell us.

- If you'd really enjoy that. - Please. Yes!

Would you?

- Fascinating! - Tell us all about it.

The Herald's College, or College of Arms,

consists of 13 members of the royal household,

appointed by the sovereign to run armorial, genealogical,

- ceremonial and other matters. - Mm-hm.

The 13 members are divided into three categories:

kings, heralds and pursuivants.

Their titles and offices are of great antiquity.

...when I tell you the first Clarenceux, King-of-Arms, was created in 1334

and the first Somerset herald in 1448.

Now, when we authorise a coat of arms, it can include all sorts of funny things.

Crescent moons, portcullises, beasts couchant and rampant,

bars, bezants...

Please, what is bezant?

Gold balls.

I brought a book on the subject with me. There's a picture of my own coat of arms, actually,

which includes four of them,

if you'd care to see them.

I'd love to. I'm in room...

No, no! He will give the book to me. I will pass it to everyone in turn.

- It is fairer like that, yes? - Of course. If you think so, Fräulein.

Is anything the matter, Sir Hilary?

Just a slight stiffness coming on in the shoulder.

Due to the altitude, no doubt.

The Count wants to speak with you now.

The Count will see you now. Grunther will take you.

Thank you. Please excuse me, ladies.

May all your allergies be swiftly cured.

What a nice man!

Sweet!

Of course, I know what he's allergic to.

Bezants.

Antiseptic.

Please wait here.

- Good evening, Sir Hilary. - Good evening.

Balthazar, Count de Bleuchamp.

If you'll forgive me, that's what I'm here to find out.

To confirm, Sir Hilary. There can be no doubt of the truth.

Please, sit down.

If there were no doubt, I'm sure the college of arms would not have sent me.

Well, since you are here, I'll make everything very plain to you.

To begin with, I was born without ear lobes.

A well-known congenital distinction of Bleuchamp ancestry.

Like the Hapsburg lip, or the hawk nose of the Medicis.

Granted, but the fact that you're of de Bleuchamp ancestry

doesn't necessarily make you the reigning count.

I feel it in my blood and in my bones.

I'm afraid the college will require more concrete proofs.

And it shall have them.

I have assembled all the relevant documents: title deeds, certificates of birth and death.

They'll be sent to your room for authentication.

And you've only to ask Fräulein Bunt for anything at all you may require.

Are you quite comfortable here?

Yes, thank you, but a little puzzled by your remarkable clinic.

Well, the methods of the great pioneers have often puzzled conventional minds.

I have devised a cure for allergies which depends on holding

an unusual and rather delicate psychological balance.

So, you see, I must impose rather special conditions on my patients.

And, erm, your laboratories?

The cure is not entirely psychological, Sir Hilary.

There are vaccines to be prepared.

Vaccines which must be modified to suit each individual case.

So, you see, I'm a very busy man.

And I might not be able to spare you as much time as I might wish.

If you wish to be confirmed as Count de Bleauchamp, you must give me some of your time.

I must have details of your living relatives, also your parents and grandparents.

- The documents you will see... - ...can answer many questions, but not all.

Oh, one more thing.

It would be very helpful if you would accompany me on a visit to Augsburg.

Augsburg?

The ancestral home of the de Bleuchamp family.

There are notable Bleuchamp tombs in the cathedral, and some important records in the city archives.

If you yourself were there to assist with your personal knowledge...

That may not be convenient for some time.

But I'm determined that my title shall be recognised.

In any event, you may proceed with your preliminary research.

I shall be happy to start straightaway.

Thank you, Herr Grunther.

...are all included. The guest may not be disturbed.

You haven't found anything, but stay alert.

- Sir Hilary! - Shh...

I've brought you the book.

- The illustrated book? - No, don't turn it on.

- I want to see the pictures. - But you're a picture yourself.

And twice as lovely in the firelight.

You are funny at pretending not to like girls.

Well, I don't usually, but you're not usual.

That lipstick was an inspiration. So are you.

Oh, Sir Hilary!

Call me Hilly.

Hilly.

- What's your name? - Ruby Bartlett, from Lancashire.

- Morecambe Bay actually. - How did you get here?

Do we have to talk about that now?

Ooh!

It's true!

How did you get here?

I had this awful allergy about chickens.

My family's got a chicken farm and every time I did something on it, I nearly died.

The specialist said there was this wonderful Swiss clinic where they cured you free

because they were researching at the same time.

Go on.

- No, about the clinic, I mean. - Oh!

Well, the specialist had me meet Fräulein Bunt in London

and she said I had a very interesting case.

How right she was.

Oh, Hilly!

Oh, bother!

No, Hilly.

It's part of the cure.

Cassette number seven.

Number eight.

Do you remember when you first came here,

how you hated chickens?

How you were sick when you even saw one?

But all that is over now, for I have shown you how foolish it was

And your cure is nearly done.

I have taught you to love chickens.

To love their flesh, their voice.

Yes, your cure is nearly done.

- And soon you will go home - Ruby!

- ...to look after the chickens, - Ruby, wake up!

...which you love so much.

You do love me just a little, don't you, Hilly?

Ruby?

I must teach you how to give them special care

I will tell you what to do.

- Ruby, wake up! - I will tell you when.

I will tell you how.

And after you've done what I teach you,

you will forget it forever.

Forever.

Hilly, you old devil.

It is me, yes?

Quite undeniably, yes.

How did you get out?

With a fingernail file.

It's so easy!

Mm, I wouldn't know.

I come to see the book. The pictures, yes?

Oh, jolly good idea. Now, where did I put it?

Mm, I had it a few moments ago.

- Perhaps if we turn on the light. - No!

You're a picture yourself.

And twice as lovely in the firelight.

- But, Sir Hilary... - Hilly.

But I think you do not like girls, Hilly.

Usually I don't, but you're not usual.

Coming here like this was an inspiration, and so are you.

- You'll need to be. - What you say?

I said a miracle our meeting like this. I don't even know your name.

I tell you all about myself later.

In the morning.

Hey!

What about a lift to the top?

It is not permitted. All is private.

Surely there's a restaurant, a sports club up there. I've seen them advertised.

- It's all closed down. - Since when? I've seen them advertised, I tell you.

You are mistaken, sir. For many weeks now they are finished.

All right, but I'd still like to get to the top.

From here upwards now is forbidden! Private! Closed!

All right.

Hey!

It's my go now.

Let go!

- Sir Hilary! - Good morning.

Good morning, Sir Hilary. Your stiffness of last night, it is all gone?

- For the time being, I think. - Then come and do curling with us.

- Won't that be frightfully energetic? - No.

- We will show you. - Perhaps you'd like to teach me.

Come on, Sir Hilary.

We expect great things of you.

- We're leaving very soon, Hilly. I must see you. - Eight o'clock tonight.

And the man was alone?

- Ah! Good morning, ladies. - Morning!

Good morning, Sir Hilary, and how's your research?

Riveting. And very promising too.

I've never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life.

Since when is climbing a mountain a criminal offence?

- Excuse me. Piz Gloria, sir, is private property. - The whole bloody Alp?! Ridiculous!

There are many signs, and my servant warned you down at the station.

Your throw, I think it is.

No, Fräulein! I had my throw. Made a mess of it, I'm afraid.

That didn't count. You can throw again. Come on.

- Yes! Go on! - Very civil of you, Fräulein.

That doesn't entitle these goons to start shooting at me.

- Who the hell are you, anyway? - I am the director of this institute.

Oh!

You'll be sent down by cable car and you will refrain from troubling us again.

What about all my clobber? My belongings, please?

- They'll be sent down later. - But they're mine, dammit!

We have certain rules which must be observed.

- The authorities'll hear about this. - Good day, sir.

- Director, or Count, as I think I can now safely say. - Yes?

I thought I'd take the afternoon off, so if you're sending the cable car down...

But you've already had the morning off, Sir Hilary.

I must have some fresh air. Those ancestors of yours are very hard work.

And the College of Arms is being very well paid.

- Well, if you put it like that... - I do put it like that.

Why don't you let me show you what I've achieved,

and then we can plan this trip to Augsburg and finish it all off.

Not over Christmas. The archives will be closed, will they not?

Come, girls. Time for our massage.

Girls, that is enough curling for today.

- I must see you tonight. - Nine o'clock?

Ten?

Well, back to work.

You've no idea how it's piling up.

Ruby? It's me. Hilly.

Hilly's so sad that Ruby's leaving.

Has that old cow told you...

Fancy meeting you here, Fräulein!

Merry Christmas, 007.

- I'm Sir Hilary Bray. - Oh, no, no, no, Mr Bond.

Respectable baronets from the college of heralds do not seduce female patients in clinics.

On the other hand, they do get their professional details right.

The Bleuchamp tombs are not in the Augsburg Cathedral as you say,

but in the St. Anna Kirche.

Sir Hilary Bray would have known.

A small slip.

Takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a herald.

It'll take more than cutting off your ear lobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a count.

I may yet surprise you, but I'm afraid that you have no surprises left for me.

I know all about your mission, Mr. Bond.

Your colleague:

such a keen climber, such a brilliant conversationalist. Before he left us.

- You realise he reported where I am. - I doubt that.

In any case, no one's going to come to your rescue.

In a few hours, the United Nations will receive our Yuletide greetings.

The information that I now possess the scientific means to control,

or to destroy, the economy of the whole world.

People will have more important things to think of than you.

If they believe your threat.

Oh, they will. In any case, I have prepared a demonstration.

Remember that disagreeable outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease

in England last summer?

I shall instruct them, in very convincing terms, exactly how I arranged that.

And my capacity has improved since.

Allergy vaccines?

Bacteria.

- Bacteriological warfare. - With a difference.

Our great breakthrough since last summer

has been the confection of a certain virus omega.

- Infertility. - Total infertility. In plants and animals.

Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond or the loss of a single crop.

But the destruction of a whole strain for ever, throughout an entire continent.

If my demands are not met, I'll proceed with the systematic extinction

of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world.

Including, I suppose, the human race.

I don't think, do you, Mr. Bond,

the United Nations will let it come to that.

Not after their scientists analyse a small sample of virus omega they have received.

Epidemics of sterility.

Nothing is born. No seed even begins to sprout.

- They'll find an antidote. - Of course!

If I give them enough time.

They'll have time. Once they're warned, you'll have a problem dispensing the stuff.

That problem has already been solved.

I have been training my own special "angels of death".

- Those girls? - Those girls. And many others like them.

But exactly how?

That will remain my secret.

And how many hundred millions do you want for your services this time, Blofeld?

This time?

This time the price is of another kind. You'll be even more amused when you know what.

Meanwhile, I will keep you here as my guest.

You'll be useful in helping to convince the authorities

that I mean what I say

and I'll do what I claim.

Come, let me show you to your new quarters.

You're likely to be with us for some time, Mr. Bond.

So first,

a little therapy to soothe your restless nature.

Oh,

poor fellow. He was restless, too.

You perverse British, how you love your exercise.

Every year, dozens of amateur climbers, they wind up in the same predicament.

A kind of waxwork show for morbid tourists.

Dear, dear me.

Now, now, now, now, Mr. Bond, you must learn to be absolutely calm

before we can accept you back into polite society.

Presents!

These are for us!

Going-away presents. From the Count himself,

in appreciation.

- I want to open mine now! - Oh, no!

It is more fun to open them all together, yes?

Please sit down. We will wait for the others.

Look, pressies!

Eggnog on Christmas Eve, just like home!

It is a treat for the going-away party.

- Your very good health, my dears. - Cheers.

It has been so nice to cure you.

It has something special in it for the holy night celebration.

And now you're going on a journey. A journey home.

But first you must rest for a while.

Rest.

Rest.

Rest.

I will tell you when. And I will tell you how.

But it must be our secret.

Yours and mine. Our secret.

And after you've done what I teach you,

will you forget it?

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

And now you may open your eyes again.

Each of you has been given a present.

Such a prettily wrapped present.

Now is the time to open them. Open them.

You see?

They're beautiful and you're longing to know what is inside.

You may use anything but the atomiser,

which you must never touch, never,

until I tell you how and where to use it.

Open the compact.

Adjust the volume control.

Every night at exactly 12 o'clock you must be alone

so that you can switch on that receiver

and listen for my voice.

I'll tell you what to do I will tell you when

and I will tell you how.

After you've heard what I say, push the mirror back to conceal the receiver again.

Push it back now.

Then close the case.

Now rest again. Rest.

Rest.

In a few minutes you will wake up.

You will not remember what I've just told you

until you return home.

Help!

Please, girls, we are in a hurry.

Merry Christmas!

Maybe you should have been gift-wrapped.

Quick, the Englishman is taking off!

The Englishman has fled.

Flare.

- He's making for the village. - All right. We'll head him off at the precipice.

Idiot!

Help!

Goodbye, girls. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Merry Christmas.

- Goodbye! - Goodbye

Bye!

- The Englishman fled to the village. - Did he get out?

The Englishman. Quick! We must surround him!

Goodbye.

Such idiots!

Come on.

♪ They need sunshine and raindrops ♪

♪ Friendship and kindness ♪

♪ And most of all ♪

♪ They need love ♪

♪ Do you know how Santa gets around? ♪

♪ He needs snowflakes, snowflakes ♪

♪ He needs reindeer ♪

♪ Reindeer, even though they try They need other things ♪

♪ Once a year they have to fly ♪

♪ And they don't have wings ♪

♪ Do you know how Santa gets around? ♪

♪ He needs snowflakes and reindeer ♪

♪ Sunshine and raindrops ♪

♪ Friendship and kindness ♪

♪ And most of all ♪

♪ He needs love ♪

James!

- Darling, you're in trouble. What is it? - There's people after me.

- Can I help? - Have you got a car?

Outside.

Let's get out of here.

Stay close to me, James.

Not far now.

Nearside door.

Maybe he didn't see me.

- I wouldn't go banco on that. - Giving up bad habits, eh?

- James, where are we heading? - Nearest post office to contact London.

I know. Feldkirch.

- Why are they looking for you? - I suspect they're trying to kill me.

Drive on!

- No sign of them yet. - Or of someone saying thank you.

Thank you, Tracy.

You've got sharp eyes and beautiful

ear lobes. What were you doing so near Piz Gloria?

Now I have a new interest in life.

- Winter sports? Very wholesome. - Just one winter sportsman.

And Papa told me where to find him.

Just keep my mind on your driving!

Oh, there it is, James. Hurry.

James!

Shoot at them!

Good girl.

Keep straight.

Turn left. That crowd might discourage them.

Halt!

Looks like we've hit the rush hour.

We must stop him!

How do we get out?

Knock him out of the way!

I hope my big end will stand up to this.

James! How do we get out?

Keep straight.

- We can get out there. - If you say so.

Please, slow down!

We didn't even stop for the prize!

I told you that crowd would discourage them.

Oh, that's all we need right now!

Pull in there.

Keep moving. I'll open the doors.

Sorry about the accommodation, Contessa.

We should have rung ahead and booked.

If only I'd got through to London.

- At least you'll get another chance. - But when?

Let's get some rest. We'll push on as soon as we can.

At least it's dry.

What really went on up there, James?

Mm-mm. Her Majesty's Secret Service is still my job.

But there's nothing you can do about your job at the moment, is there?

Then why are you thinking about it now?

I'm not.

I'm thinking about us.

Tracy, an agent shouldn't be concerned with anything but himself.

I understand.

- We'll just have to go on the way we are. - No.

I'll have to find something else to do.

Are you sure, James?

I love you.

I know I'll never find another girl like you.

Will you marry me?

You mean it?

I mean it.

Mr. and Mrs. James Bond.

Of Acacia Avenue, Tunbridge Wells.

Mm. How about Belgrave Square?

Or the Via Veneto, Rome?

Paris. Convenient for Le Touquet.

Monaco. Handy for the Rainiers.

I wonder how much they're asking for this place.

The proper time for this is our wedding night.

And that's my New Year's resolution.

- Whatever you say, darling. - And that is yours.

Good night, Tracy.

Good night, James.

- Oh! - It's not New Year yet!

- James! - Keep going!

- Simple! - Good girl!

He had lots of guts!

You three, keep going.

Let's head for the trees!

- James! - Keep going!

Tracy, cling on to me!

A grave deep enough, I think, to prevent even 007 from walking.

Get the girl.

United Nations, sir. Red scrambler.

M here.

Yes, we're standing by as instructed.

I understand.

Thank you, sir.

No decision has been announced yet.

Of course, there's a total news blackout, but my informant was very plain.

- How plain, sir? - They're going to buy Blofeld off.

Sit down.

- And the price? - Amnesty.

A full pardon for all past crimes.

Official recognition of his title when he retires into private life

as Count de Bleuchamp.

He seems to set a great store by that.

A very curious thing, snobbery.

When will they conclude the deal?

Blofeld want to know the council's decision not later than midnight the day after tomorrow.

Sir, that gives us time to get to Piz Gloria first, in force.

No, 007. My instructions are quite clear.

But sir, destroy the institute and destroy Blofeld and his virus with it.

It's been rejected as too risky.

Those girls.

God knows how many, let alone where.

Sir, if we destroy the centre of communication that controls those girls,

without Blofeld's voice, those girls can do nothing.

I have my orders, 007. You have yours. Forget it.

And the girl who helped me escape. We just leave her there?

This department is not concerned with your personal problems.

This department owes her a debt.

- She saved my life. - Operation Bedlam is dead.

- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.

I understand.

Your call to Marc Ange Draco, Head of Draco Construction.

- Hello, Draco. - Yes, who is it?

- Bond. James Bond. - Thank God, James.

I'd like to interest you in a demolition deal. It requires certain aerial activity to install equipment.

Are you sure we're going to find Teresa when we get up there?

I'm pretty certain. Even if she's not there, there's a good reason for going anyway.

So you've explained. Quite a crusade.

It is a time for celebration.

Perhaps.

- If they agree. - They can do nothing else and you know it.

And they know it.

I shall be able to offer you anything your heart could wish for.

Paid for with how many lives?

Oh, come now, Tracy, don't be so proud.

Your own father's profession is not entirely within the law.

His brotherhood also have exotic ways to keep it a close shot.

Bern Approach calling unidentified aircraft over Bern.

You're flying in controlled airspace.

We have no flight plan filed on you.

I think some people don't know we are crusaders.

Now, if you're very, very nice to me,

I could make you my countess.

But I'm already a countess.

Whereas if you displease me, I can promise you a very different estate.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

There is something on the radio you should hear.

- Excuse me. - This is Zürich Information

calling unidentified aircraft, over.

I repeat. This is Zürich Information calling unidentified aircraft...

That helicopter is one of three. None have answered air control.

- And? - There are suspect aircraft in the vicinity.

Pilot's name and destination, over.

Zürich, this is Foxtrot Golf Sierra, leading Red Cross helicopter flight.

Carrying Red Cross medical supplies to Italy. What's the trouble? Over.

We have no record of your flight plan or registration, over.

I repeat, we have no record of your flight plan or registration, over.

Then your registrations must be out of date, over.

Foxtrot Golf Sierra, this is Zürich Information. Land at Zürich and report.

I say again, land at Zürich and report, over.

Do you wish to commit murder? I told you, this is a mercy flight

carrying blood plasma and emergency equipment

for the victims of the Italian flood disaster at Rovigo.

I repeat, mercy flight!

Do you understand me?

- Golf Sierra? - Yes?

Zürich. Very well, you may proceed, out.

You see, it is nothing.

That seems to have settled it.

In case one of us is delayed on the way home, it's better to have a rendezvous for later.

Before we start getting sentimental, I think we're being followed.

I've been thinking

about your proposition.

Please tell me more.

This is military air control. There is no record of your mission.

Alter course to Zürich and land.

Fighters have been dispatched to intercept you. Over.

I suggest you check your records again.

Carefully. Over.

I repeat, return to Zürich and land, over.

Check with Geneva. Check with the Red Cross in Geneva.

Meanwhile, call off your air force.

It is making my passengers sick.

Foxtrot Golf Sierra, you are carrying passengers?

Of course I am.

Distinguished representatives of the world press.

They've had enough of your nonsense. So have I.

Over and out.

There's a lot more to tell,

but there'll be plenty of time later.

- Take me to the Alpine room. - Oh?

Are you unhappy here?

Oh, I want to see the dawn.

Ah, so poetic a pleasure.

What were all the world's charms to mighty Paris

when he found that first dawn in the arms of his Helen?

And when do you expect the signal accepting your terms?

Any time before midnight tonight.

"Thy dawn, O Master of the World, thy dawn.

"For thee the sunlight creeps across the lawn.

"For thee the ships are drawn down to the waves.

"For thee the markets throng with myriad slaves.

"For thee the hammer on the anvil rings.

"For thee

"the poet of beguilement sings."

- Helicopters! We're being attacked! - Get our positions covered!

Look to the girl!

- Tracy! Darling! - Thank God, Teresa.

James, wait!

- Guns make me nervous. - You've done your share.

Get her to safety!

Come on, let's go!

And you.

Get the circuits set up now. Let's go!

- All points covered? - Yes, sir.

- All set to blow? - Fuse is set for exactly

five minutes and ten seconds time. The whole place will be sealed off for ever.

Will that give the Englishman time to get out?

He knows the schedule.

- Where are you going? - Papa, where's James?

Don't worry. He'll join us soon.

- But we can't leave him! - He doesn't need your help.

- I will not go without him! - You'll have to.

Spare the rod and spoil the child, eh?

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Now!

He's branched off!

Never mind that! Go and get the brandy, huh?

Five-star Hennessy, of course.

Your Royal Highnesses,

my lords, ladies and gentlemen,

the toast is the bride and bridegroom,

Mr. and Mrs. James Bond.

Mr. and Mrs. James Bond!

- Good luck, Teresa. - Thank you.

Anyway, it is a pleasure

to meet the man who cost me three of my best operators.

Yes. November '64, the bullion job.

You even got away with quite a chunk of the haul.

Tell me, I've always...

Congratulations, 007. I must confess I've sometimes thought you a little, erm...

- Irresponsible? - Exactly! That's the word. Thank you!

- This time, my boy, I can't complain. - Nor can I.

- Teresa. - Yes, Papa?

Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen...

Well anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...

Thank you, Q, but this time I've got the gadgets and I know how to use them.

Au revoir.

Remember, obey your husband in all things. You promise me?

But of course I will.

As I always obeyed you.

Of course.

Well, James, I wish you luck.

For the first and last time, remember?

An old proverb.

"Her price is far above rubies", or even your million pounds.

Teresa, just because you're Mrs. Bond, don't forget my birthday next year.

- Have I ever? - Both of you, or maybe all of you!

Come on, James!

Very happy. Be happy, my darling.

Come on.

On your way.

- Au revoir. - Good bye!

Drive carefully.

Miss Moneypenny, what would you do without me?

I always cry at weddings.

007 never had any respect for government property.

You know, I haven't given you a wedding present yet.

I had an idea about that.

Three girls, three boys.

- Pleased? - Mm, not bad for a start.

But, darling, now we have all the time in the world.

Say it with flowers!

He's got a point, we do look like an ad for a flower shop!

And that reminds me, I didn't even send you flowers.

Anyway, you have given me a wedding present.

The best I could have.

A future.

Mrs. Bond, shut...

up!

And don't eat it all at once.

- He loves me. - Instinctively.

- Infuriatingly. - Intensely.

In...

- In... - In? In?

- In... - Indubitably.

First a boy, then a girl.

It's Blofeld!

It's Blofeld.

It's all right.

It's quite all right, really. She's having a rest.

We'll be going on soon.

There's no hurry, you see? We have all the time in the world.