On Her Majesty's Secret Service

I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete.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.