I've said for years that our special equipment is obsolete.
And now, computer analysis reveals a new approach: Miniaturization.
For instance, radioactive lint.
When placed in an opponent's pockets...
...the personnel and location fix seems obvious.
What we want is a location fix on 007.
Number 10 is making ugly noises about Operation Bedlam.
Miss Moneypenny, did you check with Communications?
Replies to our Cairo, Amsterdam and Madrid inquiries: All negative.
The PM wants to be informed personally when we find 007.
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.
- Baggage, sir? - In the boot.
- Take care of those clubs. - Right, sir.
- Commander Bond. How are you? - Good to see you, Manuel.
Everything seems up to the Palacio's usual standards.
Yes, it's a good season.
That red car, does it belong to a lady?
Yes. Contessa Teresa di Vincenzo.
Our best.
Fortunately, we have had a cancellation.
Allow me.
This will do. This will do me nicely.
I'm sure we can look after your special needs.
I'm sure you can. Thank you.
Thank you.
Twenty thousand francs.
Too rich for my blood.
Madame?
I don't have the money.
I regret too, but I don't have any money.
The dame can't pay up.
Forgive me. My mind was elsewhere.
Madame has forgotten we agreed to be partners this evening.
Please continue.
That's lucky, being bailed out like that at the last minute.
Waiter.
- Dom Perignon, '57. - Yes, sir.
Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?
It's becoming a habit, Contessa Teresa.
Teresa was a saint. I'm known as Tracy.
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.
Send it to suite 423 with caviar for two.
Tracy?
Gatecrasher.
I'll leave you to tidy up.
Royal beluga, north of the Caspian.
- You're full of surprises, contessa. - So are you, Mr. Bond.
Do you always have a gun for a rendezvous?
Occasionally. I seem to be accident-prone.
I'll take that, if you don't mind.
You're very confident.
Suppose I kill you for a thrill?
I can think of something more sociable to do.
Stop playing games. Who was that man in your room?
- You're hurting me. - I thought that was the idea tonight.
Now, 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?
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 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.
Twenty thousand francs is a lot of money.
- Good morning, Commander Bond. - Good morning. Cafe complet for two.
- Yes, sir. - Connect me with suite 423, please.
The Contessa di Vincenzo 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.
Where's the party this time?
- You have an appointment. - Business or pleasure?
Mystery tour, eh?
I think we'd enjoy it more without that.
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. - A pleasure.
Shaken, not stirred.
- Of course. - Campari for me.
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, cheri.
Olympe, we will finish our struggle later.
As you wish.
And she also plays a very good game of chess.
Cheers.
You usually drink Corsican brandy.
What else do you know about me?
Marc Ange Draco: Head of the Union Corse.
A big crime syndicate in Europe.
- The biggest. - Not quite.
An organization known as SPECTRE operates worldwide.
But 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.
A romantic who had come to Corsica to look for bandits.
Rather like those women who ventured into the desert looking for sheiks.
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 a fast international set.
One scandal after another.
When I disapproved, cut off her allowance...
...she committed some greater folly...
...to spite me.
And 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 tell me this?
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 I tell you all this.
I've been informed of everything you've 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.
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.
And I have a 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 defected to him. I don't know where he is.
- Can you find out? - Lf 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. - Same old James.
Only more so.
Heartless brute, letting me pine away without even a postcard.
Pine no more.
Cocktails at my place, 8-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 defense.
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.
You've lost confidence in me?
I'm well aware of your talents, 007...
...but license to kill is useless unless one has a target.
I'll find you a more suitable assignment. That's all.
- Sir... - That's all.
That was a quick conference.
How do you expect a girl to keep herself alluring...?
Take a memo, please.
- Ready, James. - Sir, I have the honor to request...
...you will accept my resignation, effective forthwith.
- Resignation from what? - Her Majesty's Secret Service.
And kindly present it to that monument in there.
Sorry, ma'am.
007... James Bond here.
He wants you, James.
Request granted.
Not even with regret.
What did you expect, a knighthood?
Why don't you read it?
"Two weeks leave."
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? - Just someplace to laze about.
Beachcombing.
What would I do without you, Miss Moneypenny? Thank you.
Bonjour, Miguel.
- Teresa, hello. - Good morning.
- It's so nice that we see you. - How are you?
- Yes, very well. - There's Tracy.
Where is she? Ah, there she is!
- Teresa! - Happy birthday, Papa.
You make it so by being here. You look marvelous.
There's someone I want you to meet. Come.
- Olympe, how are you? - It's good to have you back.
- You look wonderful. - Thanks.
Mr. Bond, may I introduce my daughter, Teresa?
- Contessa. - Mr. Bond and I have already met.
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.
Olympe, I didn't know Mr. Bond knew Papa.
There is much 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.
- Many happy returns.
The best years are still to come, let's hope.
Allow me.
What are you doing here?
Yes, wasn't it kind of your father to invite me?
We're discussing a business deal.
Really?
No woman would waste this excellent champagne discussing business.
Unless she happened to be part of the arrangement.
What did you say?
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.
- Your liability is too expensive. - There you're mistaken.
- Papa. - Yes?
- Mr. Bond wants some information. - What are you talking about?
You taught me that a good host supplies his guests' needs.
And without obligation.
- And then? - "Obligation" is not the right word.
Tell him, Papa. Tell him what he wants to know.
- Now! - Please, Teresa.
There'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 a lawyer with offices in Bern, Switzerland.
- Named Gumbold. - Gumbold.
- Bern, Switzerland. - Yes, Gumbold.
So...
- Mr. Bond need have no 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.
I'll catch up with you later.
- The story of our life, James? - Just keep my martini cool.
I will be back in an hour.
Such things should be left to a girl's father, who knows best.
But what could be better than being in love?
Mr. Bond is in love with you?
That may come too...
...someday.
Life's too short for "someday," Teresa.
Tomorrow I will speak to him alone, man-to-man.
- No, Papa. No talk. - Why not?
Whatever happens, there'll be no regrets.
Please.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon. Is the admiral in?
Excuse me, sir. Commander Bond to see you.
Show him in.
- Aye, aye, sir. If you please. - Thank you.
Unusually small for a Nymphalis polychloros.
I wasn't aware that your expertise included lepidoptery.
- Why are you here? You're on leave. - Genealogy.
Fascinating subject.
Found a letter from Gebruder Gumbold, solicitors in Switzerland...
...to a certain Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp.
- De Bleuchamp? - French form of Blofeld.
You've been relieved from Operation Bedlam, remember?
I assumed you'd reassign me, sir.
This is a Photostat copy of a letter...
... addressed to College of Arms in London...
... with a request to establish de Bleuchamp's claim to the title.
Sir Hilary Bray, the sable basilisk of the college...
... has replied to Gumbold, suggesting they meet in person.
I've taken the liberty of working with the college on this...
... using an examination of my own family as cover.
I've also been studying the technical side of heraldry.
- Sir Hilary Bray. Commander Bond. - Ah, yes, sir.
If he consents to a meeting, I could act as a college representative.
Come.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Look at this. 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."
- Phidian's doing a splendid job. - Thank you, sir.
We've traced your line to a Sir Otho le Bon...
...who held the manor of Wickhamsbreux by a knight's fee...
...from the Earl of Thanet, 1387.
We're in luck.
Gumbold's telephoned from Bern...
...to say that his client will see me.
- You mean me. - Yes, you.
But, Commander Bond...
...I'm only able to countenance this deception...
...on your assurance this matter is of national importance.
I haven't exaggerated. We appreciate your help.
All right. During the deception period, I've arranged to go to Brittany.
I want to do some brass rubbings.
Where do I go for this meeting?
They want a description of myself.
- Tactfully adjusted to favor me. - Yes.
They will send the time and place where I am to be...
...collected, as they put it.
It's not our sort of thing, but under the circumstances...
- Sounds like they're suspicious. - No, not suspicious.
Just discreet.
There was no objection to my fee of 1000 guineas.
- Could their claim be genuine? - It's hard to say at this point.
We never like to speak until we're absolutely certain...
...that there's no error on our side...
...or forgery on theirs.
I hope I meet your high standards.
One helpful physical point might be...
...that the real de Bleuchamps are without earlobes.
It's not the sort of thing that we rely on, but it could help.
- No earlobes. - You might invite him to Augsburg.
They've been there for generations.
Yes, I'd like to get him away from Switzerland.
- Sir Hilary Bray, baronet? - The same, dear lady.
I am Fraulein Irma Bunt, personal secretary to the count.
- Have you had a good journey? - No, quite intolerable.
I'm not a good traveler.
I'm sorry. Grunther will take your luggage.
- No, I can manage. - I take it.
- You know Switzerland, Sir Hilary? - I'm afraid not, Fraulein?
- Bunt. - Bunt.
Interesting name for a genealogist.
- Are you from a naval family? - Naval?
It's a nautical term, meaning the baggy or swollen parts of a sail.
- Nothing personal, of course. - Interesting.
- You speak German? - I'm afraid not.
- French? - A little. Where are we off to?
You will not be disappointed. Please?
Like the bugs in a rug, yes?
- You are comfortable? - Yes, indeed, fraulein.
- Your kindness is quite overwhelming. - Good.
So we are halfway.
Now we will have a little flight.
I've never been in one of these.
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 bobsled perhaps?
I'm not a sporting man, fraulein.
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 private.
No one 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 great specialist in this field.
I'll be glad to get my feet on the ground.
Not ground. Ice.
I should warn you, guns make me very nervous.
They are to keep the spies from the chemical companies.
Many times already they have tried to steal our discoveries.
We live in a world of avarice and deceit.
- Here at least is no avarice. - Really?
The Bleuchamp Institute is not for profit, Sir Hilary.
The count does his work for the sake of mankind.
I'm very happy to hear it.
He wants to leave his mark on the entire world.
- Characteristic ambition. - Characteristic?
Of a true humanitarian.
Formerly it was a sports club, open to the public.
Now it belongs to the count, who has given it to scientific research.
Joseph, Sir Hilary Bray will take number four.
I'll show you there after Grunther takes you for medical examination.
- I'm quite all right now. - You are our honored guest.
Thank you.
After your experience in the helicopter...
...we must make sure you are well again.
Grunther, take Sir Hilary to Dr. Von Sant.
Yes?
Give him the usual comforts.
You have 10 minutes...
...and then take them to number four.
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.
- Complicated arrangement. - To stop patients leaving their rooms...
...when they should be resting.
The count believes very strongly in undisturbed rest.
Prudent fellow. When can I see him? We have much to discuss.
He will send for you when he's ready.
Meanwhile, I'd like you to join me in the Alpine room before dinner.
- Alpine room? - Yes. Grunther will come for you.
- Shall we say 7:00? - Thank you.
Fraulein Bunt will receive you.
Sir Hilary, please, come to meet our patients.
- 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? - An inferior sort of baron.
- Oh, how disappointing. - Well...
Oh, I don't mean you're inferior. I mean the title is.
What's a gyn... genealogist? What is that?
An old people's doctor.
So he's here to cure Fraulein Bunt?
Be careful. She's got ears like an elephant.
- What will you drink, sir? - Malt whiskey and branch water.
I'm sorry I was so rude about what a baronet is.
You gave a very accurate description.
- Sir. - Thank you.
It's a treat, having a man here for once.
You mean there aren't any others?
Only the staff, and you can't really count them.
Don't discuss the affairs of the clinic.
Yes, but what is a genealogist? Will nobody tell me?
- I would be pleased to tell you. - Well?
Genealogy is all about ancestors and families.
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 will tell me your names...
We do not use surnames here. It is a rule of the clinic.
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, if you will sit there between Helen and Ruby.
I've never had much to do with 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? - Well, I might be if...
- We can have a party before we go! - That's not quite in my line.
Delicious! I used to hate chicken.
It used to make me break out all over. You'd be surprised where.
Potatoes did it to me. Now I adore them.
No medical histories, please.
Girls, I'm sure Sir Hilary would like to tell us about the College of Arms.
Go on, Sir Hilary. Please tell us.
- Lf you'd really enjoy that. - Please. Yes!
- We promise to listen. - Would you?
Come on, tell us all about it.
The Heralds' College, or College of Arms...
...consists of 13 members of the royal household...
...appointed by the sovereign to superintend...
...armourial, genealogical, ceremonial and other matters.
The 13 members are divided into three categories...
...kings, heralds and pursuivants.
Their titles and offices are of great antiquity.
Well, the first Clarenceux King of Arms...
...was created in 1334...
...and the first Somerset Herald in 1448.
Now, when we authorize 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 a picture of my coat of arms.
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. - Of course. If you think so, fraulein.
Is anything the matter, Sir Hilary?
Just a slight stiffness coming on in the shoulder.
Due to the altitude, no doubt.
The count will see you. Grunther will take you.
Thank you. Please excuse me, ladies.
May all your allergies be swiftly cured.
- What a nice man. - Sweet!
I know what he's allergic to.
Bezants...
Antisepsis.
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. There can be no doubt of the truth.
- Please, sit down. - Lf there were no doubt...
...I'm sure I would not have been sent.
Well, since you are here, I'll make everything very plain to you.
To begin with, I was born without earlobes...
...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 a de Bleuchamp...
...doesn't 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.
I'll send them to your room for authentication.
You've only to ask Fraulein Bunt for anything you require.
- Are you comfortable here? - Yes, but puzzled by your clinic.
The methods of the great pioneers often puzzle conventional minds.
I've devised a cure for allergies...
...which depends on holding an unusual...
...and delicate psychological balance.
So I must impose rather special conditions on my patients.
And your laboratories?
The cure is not entirely psychological, Sir Hilary.
There are special vaccines to be prepared.
Vaccines which must be modified to suit each individual case.
So I'm a very busy man...
...and I cannot spare you as much time as I might wish.
To be confirmed as Count de Bleuchamp...
...you must give me some of your time.
I need details of your living relatives, parents and grandparents.
- The documents you will see... - Can answer questions, but not all.
Oh, one more thing.
It would help if you could accompany me to visit Augsburg.
- Augsburg? - The de Bleuchamps' ancestral home.
There are tombs in the cathedral...
...and important records in the city archives.
You there to assist with your personal knowledge...
That may not be convenient for some time...
...but my title shall be recognized.
You may proceed with your preliminary research.
I'll be happy to start immediately.
Thank you, Herr Grunther.
Sir Hilary!
I brought you the book.
- The illustrated book? - No, don't turn it on.
- I want to see the pictures. - You're a picture yourself...
...and twice as lovely in the firelight.
You are funny, 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?
It's true!
How did you get here?
I had this awful allergy about chickens.
My family has a chicken farm...
...and whenever I had to work on it I nearly died.
A specialist said there was a Swiss clinic...
...where they cured you, free, because they're doing research.
Go on. No, about the clinic, I mean.
Well, the specialist had me meet Fraulein 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...
... to look after the chickens that you love so much.
You do love me just a little, don't you, Hilly?
- Learn one more thing before you go. - 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.
I wouldn't know.
- I come to see the book, the pictures? - Jolly good idea.
Now, where did I put it?
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 was an inspiration...
...and so are you.
You'll need to be.
- What you say? - 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.
But surely there's a restaurant, a club up there.
I've seen them advertised.
- It's all closed now. - Since when?
- I've seen them advertised. - You are mistaken.
For many weeks, they are finished.
But I'd still like to get to the top.
From here up, it's forbidden!
Private! Closed!
All right.
It's my turn now.
- Sir Hilary! - Good morning.
Good morning. Your stiffness of last night...
...it is all gone?
- For the time being. - Then come and do curling with us.
- Won't that be frightfully energetic? - No.
- We'll show you. - Perhaps you'd teach me.
- Have a go. - We expect great things of you.
We're leaving very soon. I must see you.
Eight o'clock tonight.
And the man was alone?
- Good morning, ladies. - Good morning!
Good morning, Sir Hilary. 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 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.
I had my throw. Made a mess of it, I'm afraid.
That didn't count. You can throw again.
- Yes, go on. - Very civil of you, fraulein.
- Doesn't entitle these goons to shoot at me. Who the hell are you?
I am the director of this institute.
You'll be sent back down and will refrain from troubling us again!
What about my belongings?
- They will be sent later. - But they're mine!
We have certain rules which must be observed.
- The authorities will hear about it! - Good day.
Director... Or count, as I think I can now safely say...
I thought I'd take the afternoon off, so if you send the car down...
But you've already had the morning off.
Must have a bit of fresh air. Those ancestors are hard work.
And the College of Arms is being very well paid.
- Lf you put it like that... - I do put it like that.
I'll show you what I've done, then we'll plan the trip to Augsburg...
...and finish it. - Over Christmas?
The archives will be closed, will they not?
Come, girls, it's 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, fraulein!
Merry Christmas, 007.
I'm Sir Hilary Bray.
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 said...
...but in the Saint Anna Kirche. Sir Hilary Bray would've known.
A small slip.
Takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a herald.
It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes to turn you into a count.
I may yet surprise you, but I'm afraid 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.
- Of course 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 my 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 about than you.
If they believe your threat.
They will. In any case, I have prepared a demonstration.
Remember that disagreeable outbreak...
...of foot-and-mouth disease in England last summer?
Well, 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, forever...
...throughout an entire continent.
If my demands are not met...
...I shall 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 UN will let it come to that.
Not after their scientists analyze 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 it.
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.
How many hundred millions do you want for your services this time?
This time? This time, the price is of another kind.
You'll be amused when you know what.
In the meanwhile, I will keep you here as my guest.
You'll be very 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.
Poor fellow. He was restless too.
You perverse British, how you love your exercise.
Every year, dozens of amateur climbers end in the same predicament.
A kind of waxworks show for morbid tourists.
Dear, dear me.
Now, now. Now, Mr. Bond, you must learn to be absolutely calm...
...before we can accept you back into polite society.
Presents!
Going-away presents...
...from the count himself, in appreciation.
- I want to open mine now. - No.
It is more fun to open them all together, yes?
Please sit down. We will wait for the others.
Look, look, look!
Eggnog on Christmas Eve. Just like home!
It is a treat for the going-away party.
- Your very good health, my dears. - Cheers! 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...
... you will 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's inside.
You may use anything but the atomizer...
... which you must never touch, never...
... until I tell you how and where to use it.
Open the compact.
Adjust the bottom control.
Every night at exactly 12:00, you must be alone...
... so 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 and close the case.
Now rest again. Rest.
Rest.
In a few minutes, you will wake up.
You will not remember what I just told you...
... until you return home.
- What a lovely present. - I don't feel too good.
Please, girls, we are in a hurry.
Merry Christmas.
Maybe you should've been gift-wrapped.
Flare.
- He's making for the village. - Head him off at the precipice.
Idiot!
Goodbye, girls. Merry Christmas.
And a happy New Year.
Goodbye!
Bye!
Come on.
James.
Darling, 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.
Not far now.
Near-side door.
- Maybe he didn't see me. - I wouldn't go "Banco!" on that.
Giving up bad habits?
- 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...
Earlobes. 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.
Good. There it is, James. Hurry.
James!
Shoot at them!
Good girl.
That crowd might discourage them.
Looks like we've hit the rush hour.
We must stop them!
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. - Lf you say so.
We didn't even stop for the prize.
I told you that crowd would discourage them.
That's all we need right now.
Pull in there.
Keep moving. I'll open the doors.
Sorry about the accommodations, 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?
Her Majesty's Secret Service is still my job.
But there isn't anything you can do about it at the moment, is there?
No.
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?
Do you mean it?
I mean it.
Mr. And Mrs. James Bond.
Of Acacia Avenue, Tunbridge Wells.
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.
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 onto 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, it'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 great store by that.
A very curious thing, snobbery.
- When will they conclude the deal? - Blofeld wants to know...
...the council's decision not later than midnight the day after tomorrow.
That gives us time to get to Piz Gloria first. In force.
No, 007. My instructions are clear.
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.
If we destroy the center of communication controlling the girls...
...they can do nothing.
I have my orders, you have yours. Forget it.
The girl who helped me escape, we just leave her?
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 Draco, head of Draco Construction.
- Hello, Draco? - Yes, who is it?
- James Bond. - Thank God, James.
I'd like to interest you in a demolition deal...
...that requires aerial activity to install equipment.
Are you sure we're going to find Teresa when we get up there?
I'm pretty certain. If not, 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 closed shop.
Basle approach calling unidentified aircraft.
You're flying in controlled airspace.
We have no flight plan filed on you.
I think some people don't know we're 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 Zurich information...
... calling unidentified aircraft. Over.
This is Zurich information calling unidentified aircraft.
- Well? - 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.
Zurich, this is Foxtrot, Gulf, 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.
Over.
I repeat, we have no record of your flight plan or registration. Over.
Then your registrations must be out-of-date. Over.
Foxtrot, Gulf, Sierra, this is Zurich information.
You must land at Zurich and report.
I say again, land at Zurich 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. You understand me?
- Gulf, Sierra? - Yes?
Zurich. Very well, you may proceed. Out.
You see? It is nothing.
Seems to have settled it.
In case one or both 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 Zurich and land.
Fighters have been dispatched to intercept you. Over.
I suggest you check your records again, carefully. Over.
I repeat, return to Zurich 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, Gulf, 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 will be plenty of time later.
Take me to the Alpine room.
Are you unhappy here?
I want to see the dawn.
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?
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! An attack! - Get all 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 circuit set up now! Let's go!
- All points covered? - Yes, sir.
All set to blow?
The fuse is set for exactly five minutes and 10 seconds.
The place will be sealed forever.
Will that give the Englishman time to get out?
He knows the schedule.
- Where are you going? - Where's James?
- He'll join us soon. - But we can't leave him!
- He doesn't need help! - I won't go without him!
You'll have to!
Spare the rod and spoil the child!
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.
- Good luck, Teresa. - Thank you.
Anyway, it's a pleasure...
...to meet the man who cost me three of my best operatives.
Yes, November '64, the bullion job.
You even got away with quite a chunk of the haul. Tell me...
Congratulations, 007.
I must confess that I've sometimes thought you a little...
- Irresponsible? - That's exactly 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...
Anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...
Thank you. This time I've got the gadgets, and I know how to use them.
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."
Just because you are Mrs. Bond...
...don't forget my birthday. - Have I ever?
Both of you, maybe all of you.
Come on, James.
Very happy. Be happy, my darling.
Come on.
On your way.
- Goodbye! - 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? - 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.
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?
Indubitably.
First a boy, and 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.