The Secret Life of Ian Fleming

'Hurray! Here he comes.'

'The noble knight charges up the hill.'

Slays the wicked soldiers of the dark princes army.

Chop. Chop.

And kills the fire breathing dragon. Neigh!

'And saves the beautiful damsel in distress.'

Ian. Come.

Come, moi cherie.

Madam.

Little closer, please. I can't shout.

I've decided that the time has come

for you to go away to school.

Broaden your horizons. Receive a proper education.

'It's most certainly what your father would have wanted.'

Well, child?

Thank you, m-m-m..

Mother.

Can't you say it?

- M-m-m.. - Dear me.

Alright, you may go now.

'Brave.'

Here comes the brave knight, charging down the hill

to save the noble lady from the clutches

of the evil wizard.

Who's the wicked boy then?

Hmm.

- Mr. McKinnon, sir. - Yes what is it?

I've just been thinking of Professor Einstein's

theory on relativity and it occurs to me that when...

Oh, get out of my way, boy.

- Huh! - Got you.

Looks like we're surrounded.

There absolutely nothing wrong with it this end.

Hmm. Must've be ice. Froze the bell push mechanism.

I'm sorry, Ian.

This scandal is shameful and degrading, to you

to me, to the memory of your father

and most of all to the family name.

I have now decided that you shall attend

Sandhurst Military College.

Perhaps a little discipline will do you

some measure of good.

'Left, right, left, right, left, right, la.'

Ian Fleming.

Sir.

Ordinarily, we do not accept Eton's rejects.

However

in deference to your mother and your family..

...I made an exception.

Lady Caroline, Cadet Fleming.

Lady Caroline.

My wife.

'Parade.'

'Left.'

General Holmsby sent for me.

Sir.

- Lady Caroline. - Good evening.

Well, now, all these volumes here are to be placed

on the upper shelves. There.

'Alright.'

Carry on.

Oh! Finished.

Is there anything else, ma'am?

Oh, I think not. Oh, there is one little thing.

Mm.

- I really should be going. - Are you quite mad.

My family'll have me shot if I'm expelled from another school.

- I'm worth it. - But General Holmsby.

Away on business.

Hmm.

Left my damn brief..

Forgot my briefcase.

Once again this scandal is shameful and degrading

to you, to me, to the memory of your father

and most of all to the family name.

I have now decided that you shall join Reuters.

Come in.

Can I help you?

'Ian Fleming to see Mr. Fowler.'

Oh, yes. He's expecting you.

This way.

Mr. Fleming to see you, sir.

Let me be perfectly blunt, Mr. Fleming

you have this job because of your mothers friendship

with our esteemed proprietor.

I don't like being subtle with dead wood.

- Sir, I... - 'Please.'

Not a word. I've seen your kind all my life.

The ideal aristocracy and their offspring.

Pampered, spoiled and useless.

Alright, Miss Delaney will show you around.

- Thank you, sir. - For what?

The truth.

- What's this? - Obituaries, dear boy.

But these people aren't dead.

Of course not. Do you think we wait for the bodies to drop?

Not very practical. Update them. Look.

Imagine the person in question dies now, today..

...what would we send out for the next edition?

How clever.

Ian, Lord Dawson went to his eternal reward last night

please tell me you've done him?

Ian, rewrite.

- How do you want it? - Better.

Fleming! Oh, come here.

Shut the door.

Just been looking at your record.

- Academic that is. - Oh, dear.

Now, you excelled in female anatomy.

And languages.

French, Italian, German, Russian.

And that was just the women.

Very impressive.

Just a knack, sir. Born with it I suppose.

Oh, which? The language, or the women?

Both.

Sit down, Fleming .

Now, you've heard about these British engineers in Moscow.

Certainly, sir. Arrested for espionage.

Yeah, well, our man in Moscow Roberts has his hand full.

He wants another reporter out there to cover the trial

one who speaks the language.

You leave tonight Berlin Express. Get going.

Thank you, sir.

Hey. And don't let me regret this decision.

Moscow?

Thank you, Delaney.

Whatever do you mean?

Well, who gave him my records?

Who else but you had access to them?

What a shocking lead it was too, Ian.

Whatever is it that make these women

fall at you feet so readily?

Perhaps when I get back from Moscow I'll show you.

Promises, promises.

Train tickets, press credentials, expenses.

You lucky man. Travel, adventure, far away places.

And I'm stuck in dreary London.

Oh, Ian.

Do be careful.

Forgive me but, there does not seem to be another table.

Certainly. Please, do sit down.

You are most kind.

I am Gallina Ileana Karpova.

Fleming. Ian Fleming.

I must confess something.

I saw you before in your compartment.

What were you doing?

Yes, uh, my meditation.

An eastern discipline.

I learnt it directly from the last Sarina.

She was a person of great spiritual strength.

Are you a princess?

Please.

Please, my young friend.

Your-your discretion would be most appreciated.

Those days are long gone.

A toast.

To those long gone days and to a very lovely lady.

How romantic you are, Mr. Fleming.

Is that what it is.

All this time, I thought I was merely a foolish dreamer.

On the contrary.

I too will confess something.

I knew you were watching me.

But your eyes were closed.

Exactly.

'Ian, listen to me.'

'This trail you are covering be very, very careful'

'what you write.'

This is my address if you should need my help.

Thank you. But I don't think it'll be necessary.

I'm a reporter they wouldn't dare...

You do not understand.

They dare anything.

- Your lips. - What? What about them?

They're cold.

Make them warm.

I simply don't understand.

Why would the British engineers sabotage the Soviet factories

they worked so hard to set up.

They wouldn't.

You see Stalin's five year plans are a complete disaster.

He's looking for a scapegoat.

Blaming it on foreign imperialism.

- The engineers are innocent. - Certainly.

Uh, Fleming, this is a show trail.

'You are charged with crimes against the people and property'

'of the union of Soviet socialist republics.'

'Specifically by the defendants all British employees'

have engaged in sabotage and wrecking.

Before we hear your pleas let me add a personal note.

As far as this country is concerned

'you are only manure to the soil'

'of our holy Soviet earth.'

Proceed.

What say you to the charges?

- Innocent. - Innocent.

- Innocent. - Innocent.

- Innocent. - Guilty.