On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969) - full transcript

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our special equipment is obsolete.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?

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.

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 licence 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.

Hello, 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. Hello.

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?

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.

- 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.

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? "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 would

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 baggage.
- 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.

Yes, 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.

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 straight away.

Thank you, Herr Grunther.

Are all included. The guest
may not be disturbed.

You haven't found
anything, but stay alert.

Sir Hilary.

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 will
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?

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?

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 instal 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?

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.
- 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?
- 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.