Spectre (2015) - full transcript

A cryptic message from the past sends James Bond on a rogue mission to Mexico City and eventually Rome, where he meets Lucia, the beautiful and forbidden widow of an infamous criminal. Bond infiltrates a secret meeting and uncovers the existence of the sinister organisation known as SPECTRE. Meanwhile back in London, Max Denbigh, the new head of the Centre of National Security, questions Bond's actions and challenges the relevance of MI6 led by M. Bond covertly enlists Moneypenny and Q to help him seek out Madeleine Swann, the daughter of his old nemesis Mr White, who may hold the clue to untangling the web of SPECTRE. As the daughter of the assassin, she understands Bond in a way most others cannot. As Bond ventures towards the heart of SPECTRE, he learns a chilling connection between himself and the enemy he seeks.

Welcome, Signor Sciarra.

I trust you had a pleasant journey.

Do you have it?

Yes. It's over there.

When do we blow the stadium?

This evening at six.

And the flight out of here?

All arranged.

And then what?

Then I visit The Pale King.

A toast, my friend.



To Death!

Bottoms up.

Meet me in the square!

Identify yourself, asshole.

Who are you?

I'm Mickey Mouse. Who are you?

...pharmacy sites
has provided

an excellent
new sales platform.

We have adapted many of them
into clearinghouses for unapproved drugs.

In addition to which,

the latest figures show
that we presently control

70% of
antimalarial vaccines,

Since the board's resignation...

...we have placed 160,000 migrated females
into the leisure sector.



The impending completion of
the Global Surveillance initiative...

...will mean our capability
is second to none...

...and now is the moment
for aggressive expansion.

The news is only good...

The news is only good...

Our increased surveillance capability...

...means government intelligence agencies...

...are easily counteracted.

We are winning.

Signor Guerra,

Of course.

My loyalty to this organization is total.

I will protect it with my last breath.

There will be no more...

...amateurs.

No more shows of weakness.

Ciao, Mickey Mouse.

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