Spymaker: The Secret Life of Ian Fleming (1990) Movie Script

(Ian)

'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.'

[instrumental music]

Ian. Come.

Come, moi cherie.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

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.

[instrumental music]

'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.

[instrumental music]

[wind hustling]

[moaning]

- 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.

[moaning]

- Huh!

- Got you.

[sighs]

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.

[engine revving]

(Evelyn)

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.

[indistinct]

(male #1)

'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.

[door opens]

Lady Caroline, Cadet Fleming.

Lady Caroline.

My wife.

[drum roll]

(male #2)

'Parade.'

'Left.'

[instrumental music]

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.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

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.

(Evelyn)

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.

[typewriter clacking]

[indistinct chattering]

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.

[typewriter clacking]

[indistinct chattering]

- 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.

[typewriter clacking]

Ian, Lord Dawson went to his

eternal reward last night

please tell me you've done him?

[indistinct chattering]

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.

[train whistle blaring]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

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.

[instrumental music]

(Gallina)

'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.

[instrumental music]

- Your lips.

- What? What about them?

They're cold.

Make them warm.

[music continues]

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.

(male #3)

'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.'

[crowd cheering]

Proceed.

What say you to the charges?

- Innocent.

- Guilty.

[indistinct chattering]

[dramatic music]

[crying]

Maya.

No. No.

[music continues]

I do not understand this.

"In the great tradition

of George Ewart Bean."

Who is he please?

A great American jurist.

Highly respected.

[indistinctchattering]

[typewriter clacking]

[indistinct chattering]

[dramatic music]

[glass shattering]

[speaking in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

- Who are you?

- A friend.

Please, let me in.

- How did you--

- Never mind about that now.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My name is Fleming.

Ian Fleming. I'm with Reuters.

You're a reporter?

If they see me with you.

- You must leave.

- Maya.

Why did

Mr. Morrison plead guilty?

Is he guilty?

- Come on. Is he?

- No. No.

He did it for me.

They threatened him

by holding me hostage.

Said they would send me to

labor camp if he didn't confess.

Now, listen to me.

I'll write the story

and send it to the rest.

- No, no, you mustn't.

- Maya.

Once the story is out

they'll not dare

to continue this persecution.

'The British, Americans will

apply pressure fiercely.'

Why look just yesterday

the home office announced

a trade embargo on Russia.

[sobbing]

'You're in love, aren't you?'

We wished to be married.

'Then this is your only chance.'

If found guilty you'll be

sent to Siberia.

[typewriter clacking]

Hey, you!

What are you doing?

Just a little piece.

Trying to win the deadline war.

You won't tell, will you?

[whistle blows]

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

[music intensifies]

Fleming!

- Who do you think it was?

- What's going on?

The police are all over

looking for you.

If I don't get back, make sure

this story reaches the west.

- Fleming--

- There's no time for that.

Goodbye, Roberts.

[dramatic music]

Gallina? Gallina?

Gallina?

I've got to get

you out of Russia.

Can you?

Yes, I have friends.

They can help me.

I-I don't know

how to thank you.

You are a fool.

I warned you, didn't I?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

[speaking Russian]

[music continues]

Bitch!

[speaking Russian]

[whistle blows]

[music continues]

[speaking Russian]

[gunfire]

[firing continues]

[glass shattering]

[grunting]

[speaking Russian]

[grunting]

[whistle blows]

[speaking Russian]

[music continues]

[grunting]

[music continues]

[train horn blaring]

[intense music]

[announcing in Russian]

[music continues]

[announcing in Russian]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[train horn blaring]

[music continues]

[grunting]

[speaking Russian]

[groaning]

[horse snorting]

Where am I?

'Warsaw.'

How are you feeling?

How did I..

Found you on the embassy steps.

Wrapped in felt

and animal fat.

White Russians saved

your hide, old boy.

Oh, yes, Edward Chute,

British Consulate.

Fleming. Ian.

I know.

My God, we had written you off.

Thought the Bolshies

must have sent you to Siberia.

The trial...what happened?

Oh, that's right,

you don't know.

Well, they were

all found guilty.

Thanks to your story,

the judge just

handed out suspended sentences.

They're all home.

Safe and sound.

'And there's more.'

'Morrison, remember him?'

Left with a woman,

Russian girl?

Married now, living in London.

Romantic, eh?

[whistle blows]

- Good to see you alive.

- Thank you, sir.

Now, this young lady

is from the admiralty.

'She'd like to have

a few words with you.'

Ian Fleming.

Pleased to meet you.

Miss?

Leda St. Gabriel.

[instrumental music]

Would you come

with me please?

Go on.

Hey?

Well done.

Ian Fleming,

Admiral Godfrey.

- How do you do?

Ms. St. Gabriel,

would you like a drink?

I'll have a martini please.

Shaken not stirred.

I'll have the same.

Mr. Fleming, we heard about

your adventures in Russia.

We're most intrigued.

We?

Any information,

impressions, ideas

could be very useful to us.

Would you read this and sign it

before you say anything?

(Ian)

'What's all this about?'

It's the Official Secrets Act.

Anything you say

from now on

is considered

privileged information.

For our ears only.

Why, you're a spy.

What fun.

Am I to assume this information

will be used for intelligence?

You may assume

whatever you wish.

Please begin.

The Soviet Union is first

and foremost a land of people

who've been brought, kicking and

screaming into the 20th Century.

And it is there..

How shall I put this?

'Love of excess.'

Which makes them the most bitter

of foes, or the best of allies.

- Anything else?

- 'Yes.'

A woman with cold lips

is to be avoided at all costs.

Thank you very much.

You've been most enlightening.

When war comes His Majesty's

government requests

that you make yourself available

for extraordinary duty.

Surely you mean

if war comes.

No, Mr. Fleming,

when it comes.

Ms. St. Gabriel?

No, Mr. Fleming,

I will not have dinner with you.

Nor would I like to go

to the cinema or theater.

Goodbye.

So what do you

think of him?

Perfect.

I had a conversation

with your Uncle Robert.

He seems most enthusiastic

about my idea.

I will not give up my job

for a boring, stuffy position

with a family bank.

'Fine.'

Have it your own way.

- Here we are.

- What are those?

Your bills for the last month.

They're now your responsibility.

Your tailor, boot maker,

cigarette maker..

'Oh, yes, and here's

a bill from a London farrier'

Expensive women, Ian,

takes lots of money

to keep that kind happy.

You're blackmailing me.

Time to grow up, Ian.

Make your own bed

and sleep in it.

I'm happy at Reuters.

Nonsense.

Happiness has nothing

to do with our lives.

Come on, let's go downstairs.

Your father loved

to sit in this room.

It reminded him of his club.

he always said he

could just close his eyes

and hear all

his friends talking.

Am I.. Am I at all like him?

Not really.

He was a hero, you know?

Oh, look, who's here.

Ian, you remember

your Cousin Daphne?

How could he possibly remember?

I was just an ugly cousin

always getting in the way.

My, you have grown, Daphne.

Lovely to see you.

What brings you here?

I brought Daphne here.

[indistinct chattering]

The property lies

north-west of the city.

And based upon past experiences,

and subject to fluctuating

market conditions,

we anticipate that the property

will be sold refinanced or

exchanged as soon as..

'And in all probability in

no more than seven years'

'but most certainly,

at a time'

'to allow maximum

capital appreciation.'

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

[Quincy laughing]

How the mighty have fallen.

Thank you, Quincy.

Yes. Well, you a banker,

it's appalling.

I must grow up,

face my responsibilities.

- Fancy a drink?

- I'm alright, thank you.

I hope that's just what

you were doing at Reuters.

In fact, I was really

rather proud of you.

- Really?

- Yes, indeed.

'I, uh, I need

to borrow your car, Ian..'

'...and you to drive it.'

Whatever for?

For a challenge race, and, well,

to test the Quincy booster.

This little thing

will get you from

standstill to 70 miles

an hour in 10 seconds.

Still tinkering.

Well, unlike you, I have

remained loyal to my muse.

'What do you say?'

When and where?

France, this weekend.

On a fast open road.

The road to Dovehill.

'You'll do it?'

Certainly.

You could have at least told me

who were challenging, Quincy.

She's lovely, isn't she?

Quite lovely.

'Well..'

What shall we wager?

[engines revving]

[tires screeching]

No! Not on the corner!

Only on a straight.

Never let die, Quincy.

[tires screeching]

Ha ha!

[speaking in foreign language]

[indistinct chattering]

Knock again, yeah.

Bank wins.

[speaking French]

Merci, monsieur.

[speaking French]

[indistinct chattering]

Your bets please.

[speaking French]

- Who is he?

- General Gerhard Hellstein.

Nazi. They say

he's close to Hitler.

[dramatic music]

Banco.

'Banco'

[music continues]

How did you

get all this money?

There are some advantages to

working for the family bank.

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

Whoever gets close to nine wins.

[music continues]

Card.

Carte.

'Five..'

Trois.

Three.

[music continues]

[speaking French]

(male #4)

'The bank has eight.'

Sector seven. The bank wins.

[indistinct]

Will you be playing again, sir?

Afraid not.

'Merci, monsieur.

Thank you.'

[music continues]

[woman moaning]

[crying]

Hellstein.

[crying]

Quincy!

It's alright.

- What happened?

- She's hurt.

Get a doctor.

Quincy!

(Quincy)

'Coming.'

Who did this?

Hellstein.

My God! I've just been

listening to the radio.

'What?'

Hitler has invaded Poland.

That means war.

[music intensifies]

Hello.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello.

Who are you?

I've been sent by

Admiral Godfrey to fetch you.

Fetch me? What for?

I really don't know.

It's all very hush hush.

Godfrey, eh?

Sounds exciting.

What are you doing?

[doorbell ringing]

I'll get it.

My, I am popular.

You were sent to fetch this man,

not set up housekeeping.

- It's not what you think.

- 'Ms. St. 'Gab-briel.'

'Gay-briel.'

[correcting]

Gabriel.

Would you care for

some scrambled eggs, coffee?

Christie here

is a wonderful cook.

There is a war on, you know.

All the more reason for us

to behave in a civilized manner.

I hardly consider you

an authority on that.

You're being insulting to me

but most of all to Christie.

'The simple fact is

I haven't slept in two days.'

Just came back from France.

And Christie here was gracious

enough to allow me to clean up

and have some breakfast

before reporting for duty.

I'm sorry, Christie.

You better get back to HQ.

I'll take care of Mr. Fleming.

Thank you, Christie.

Goodbye, Ian.

Would you like some coffee?

You can hardly blame me

for jumping to conclusions.

No, I suppose not.

The fact is you've been chosen

for some very important work.

And there's no room

for your decadent behavior.

I thought my love of women

was my most endearing trait.

- Certainly my most consistent.

- I would hardly call it love.

- What would you call it then?

- Contempt.

[chuckles]

You don't know

what you're talking about.

I know there's no love

without friendship.

Have you ever made love to

a woman who is also your friend?

I'll be ready in five minutes.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Good morning.

Come this way, Mr. Fleming.

- Delaney.

- Ian.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

Drafting for the war effort,

and you?

I'm the secret weapon.

Isn't that right,

Ms. St. Gabriel?

He's a wicked boy,

Ms. St. Gabriel.

But not half as frivolous

as he'd like us to believe.

[buzz]

Please go in.

You will be my assistant,

Mr. Fleming.

Your task is to re-initiate

intelligence missions.

Ms. St. Gabriel

is special liaison

with the resistance groups

in the occupied territory.

Now, you two will be working

closely together.

And I want cohesion,

professionalism and cooperation.

- Do you have any questions?

- Yes, sir.

May I ask

why you've chosen me?

It's our belief that to build

a successful

intelligence organization

we must recruit

unorthodox persons.

Imaginative men and women.

Unpredictable.

After hearing

about your episode in Russia

Ms. St. Gabriel thought

you might be just the type

we were looking for.

Thank you, Ms. St. Gabriel.

Don't thank me, Mr. Fleming.

I've delivered death

to your doorstep.

Welcome.

My name is Ellis.

You're gonna remember me.

This way.

[military band music]

[indistinct chatter]

Go.

[music continues]

(Ellis)

'Alright. In you go.'

'Come on, move yourselves.

Move yourselves.'

'Keep going.'

'What's the matter, sonny boy.

Now come on.'

Do it again, Mr. Fleming.

In your own time. Fire!

[indistinct]

[gunshots]

How did you get in here?

What is this?

That's what

I've come to find out.

- 'What are you talking about?'

- Us.

Us?

There is no us.

All I have to do is turn around

and there you are

watching, disapproving,

like some nasty old nanny.

I'd like you to leave.

Leda, please.

Look, you were my idea.

I want to be sure

I haven't made a mistake.

You think I'll fail.

I don't know.

[scoffs]

You act like my m..

Who?

Nothing. Forget it.

Ian, what do you want

from me?

I..

I just want us

to be friends.

That would take something

of a miracle, don't you think?

[door closes]

Commander Fleming, sir.

Are you ready to begin

winning this war, Fleming?

Yes, sir.

Before you start

is there anyone you'd like

to recruit to the service?

So you mean I can actually

have my own laboratory?

Anything you need.

Just let me know.

Splendid.

But, Ian..

- Yes.

- Um..

What exactly

they want me to do?

Right. Sorry.

That will keep you busy.

See you tomorrow.

- Be inventive.

- Yes.

So glad you could come, ladies.

Well, what do you think?

Fleming, who are these people?

Prostitutes, sir.

Yes, I can see that, but what

the hell are they doing here?

I sent you a memo.

Haven't you read it yet?

Fleming, you send me

a hundred memos a week.

I do not

and cannot read them all.

Oh, I see.

Well, anyway it came

to me during the night.

Brilliant idea.

Recruit some tarts,

train them.

And drop them

on occupied territories.

Fraternize with the enemy.

This is

some kind of joke surely.

Hardly, sir.

Anna.

Anna Skolowmoska.

'May I present Admiral Godfrey,

Leda St. Gabriel.'

An honor, sir.

And where are you from?

Warsaw.

I am Lilo Schtam

from Belgrade.

Mia Wozniak.

I am from Prague.

What do you think?

I think we should

give it a try.

Very well. Carry on.

- Thank you, ladies.

- Thank you, sir.

I will not let you down.

- Thank you for your support.

- You deserve it.

(Ian)

'Fuhrer Gerhard Hellstein.'

Obersturmbannfuhrer Hellstein.

What about him?

We've been contacted

by a Portuguese national.

'Countess

Leanna De Turbinville.'

- She wants to work for us.

- 'What's the connection?'

She's his mistress.

Good God.

'Where is she?'

(Leda)

'Lisbon.'

[instrumental music]

Boa noite, senhor.

[indistinct chatter]

Martini,

shaken not stirred.

May I buy you a drink?

Leda.

Do we know each other?

No, I suppose we don't.

Well, we better make up

for lost time then.

Indeed we must.

I've made contact.

She's genuine.

You could've warned me.

She's given me some

really important documents

and one code Whitman's

been killing himself over.

Should have warned you

about what?

About you. This.

We've set up a rendezvous.

When?

See for yourself.

La banque gagner.

The bank wins.

[intense music]

'Faites vos jeux messieurs,

mesdames.'

'Place your bets.'

- Banco.

- 'Banco.'

[music continues]

Six a la banque.

The bank has six.

'Sept. Seven.'

'La sept gagner.'

'Seven takes the bank.'

Carte.

'Sept a la banque.'

'The bank has seven.'

'Six. Six.'

'La banque gagner.'

'The bank wins.'

'Faites vos jeux messieurs,

mesdames.'

'Place your bets.'

- Banco.

- 'Banco.'

I do not like to lose.

What a pity.

[crowd exclaiming]

(croupier)

'Neuf a la banque. Nine.'

'La banque gagner.'

'The bank wins.'

Surely you don't mean to finish

so early in the game.

It is not a game.

(croupier)

'Neuf a la banque. Nine.'

La banque gagner.

The bank wins.

Monsieur.

Monsieur!

Berlin calling.

They said it would take a few

moments to make the connection.

- Well done.

- Thanks.

Hello.

So you are the agent.

Hello!

Dah!

I have classified material

from Hellstein.

I stole it, copied it myself

and gave it to the girl.

You can check it out.

And you will see

it is authentic.

But can we trust you?

You would be a fool

if you didn't.

We would make a wonderful team,

won't we?

My most fervent desire.

[intense music]

Unh!

Ian, she's a..

I know.

- I won.

- What?

Hellstein. Cleaned him out.

Dammit, Ian, I was

worried about you.

She would've killed you

and all you can talk about

is some damn card game.

Oh.

How'd you know

the countess being a plant?

Her lips were cold.

[intense music]

Here we are. Welcome home.

Well, goodbye.

Goodnight.

[instrumental music]

Ian!

[instrumental music]

[door closes]

(male #5)

'But, Herr General'

'he has helped transform the

outmoded intelligence service'

and turned it into

a formidable machine.

Now it is his turn to lose.

Code?

German.

Odd and even sequence.

Odd number blocks stand

for letters A through Z.

Even numbers stand

for numbers one to ten.

It's too simple really.

Any mathematician

worth a salt could spot.

Exactly what I thought.

Very well, commander. Proceed.

Thank you, sir.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

You wished to see me,

Commander Fleming?

(Ian)

'Ah, yes. They tell me

you're a prized pupil, Anna.'

- I have tried.

- 'I know you have.'

And now it's time to put that

valuable training to good use.

- I am to go over?

- 'Tomorrow morning.'

Thank you.

Thank you for believing in me.

For giving me a chance.

You deserve it.

Goodbye then.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

You think she'll be alright?

Will any of us?

(male #6)

'Use your elbows!

Pull your way through!'

Keep your backsides down!

Halt!

Commander!

'Good to see you, sir!'

What can I do for you?

(Ian)

'This is the target.

Castle Helmstaedt, Norway.'

Central archives for

German intelligence.

Now I'm told it's impregnable.

I'm also told that no

right-thinking soldier

would even attempt

an assault on this target.

We'd follow you to hell,

sir...and back.

Thank you, Ellis.

- How do we get there?

- 'Good question.'

- Quincy.

- Oh, right.

Uh, the Quincy Subaqueous

Torpedo Transporter.

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

Are you sure about this?

Absolutely.

I do apologize.

You must think me so very rude.

Mrs. Fleming.

So, Ian, this is your

little friend? How do you do?

I don't believe I know

your family, Ms. St. Gabriel.

Highly unlikely,

Mrs. Fleming.

My father's a grocer

in Lancashire.

You're a scholarship girl.

Commendable.

(Ian)

'Leda read History at Oxford.'

Hmm.

How nice.

Do tell me, are you

a secretary at the Admiralty?

No. As a matter of fact, she's--

I'm sorry, but we really

mustn't talk about this.

Oh, dear,

we are serious, aren't we?

Oh, Ian, look

who's come to see you.

[footsteps approaching]

Ian, hello.

(Ian)

'Leda St. Gabriel,

my cousin Daphne Winslow.'

- Hello.

- How do you do?

[cutlery clinking]

[telephone ringing]

(male #7)

'Telephone call for

Ms. St. Gabriel, madam.'

No. No, I'll tell him.

[instrumental music]

Well, do say something,

Leda, please.

[music continues]

There's nothing

between Daphne and me.

That's not the point.

What do you mean?

Your mother.

Well, she'll come around.

I don't want her

to come around.

I'll not be thought of

as something your family

has to tolerate. Something

they'll have to get used to.

Bloody aristocrats!

I've worked hard

all my life

and yet you people

treat us like dirt.

I love you.

Ian, please.

Well, do you love me?

Do you love me?

Ian, Anna was captured.

What?

Anna Skolowmoska

was captured by the SS.

- 'When?'

- We're not sure.

'What happened?

Well...is-is she--'

She's dead, Ian.

Tortured.

God forgive me.

Detailed views

of the cliff's geological data

inside layout

of the castle

weather reports and tide watch

for the past ten years.

Wonderful.

Splendid work,

Leda. Thank you.

Managing an operation in those

waters will be pretty dicey.

- We should call in the RAF--

- No! Absolutely not.

They'll go blow

the place to hell.

- Ian, don't you think--

- I want those archives.

The bloody gold mine

of intelligence.

Don't you think

you're being little--

'What? Overwrought?'

Why? Because General Hellstein

tortured a young girl to death?

It's war.

You said so yourself.

Ian, don't get personal.

It'll work against us.

This one is my show.

Leda.

You blame me for not standing

up to my mother. I'm a coward.

That's what you think,

isn't it?

You are who you are,

I am who I am.

That's the joy

and that's the tragedy.

We've got to talk, Leda.

There's nothing

more to be said, Ian.

Training going well, is it?

Quite well, sir.

I didn't really

believe in you at the start

I didn't think

you had what it takes.

But Ms. St. Gabriel

said you did.

Relentlessly, I might add.

'She said you had it all.'

Imagination, ingenuity,

creativity, bravery.

Stuff to win the war.

And she was quite

right, of course.

But I still can't

help asking myself

can I send you on a mission

just one step short of suicide?

I must lead it, sir.

I cannot...will not send

my men out on a mission

which I wouldn't risk myself.

Neither would I.

Don't get yourself

killed, commander.

Ms. St. Gabriel

would never forgive me.

Thank you, sir.

[door closes]

[knocking on door]

- Can I come in?

- Uh.

What time do you leave?

Eleven o'clock.

What's this?

A present.

Oh, Ian.

[instrumental music]

How did you know?

[music continues]

I love you.

I want to marry you.

[instrumental music]

(Leda)

'I'll be waiting

for you when you get back.'

(Ian)

'You mean, you'll marry me?'

(Leda)

'Yes.'

[instrumental music]

Your lips.

What about my lips?

They're...burning hot.

Lucky me.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[sloshing]

[music continues]

[wind whooshing]

[waves crashing]

[wind whooshing]

[grunts]

[wind whooshing]

[grunts]

[wind whooshing]

[waves crashing]

[wind whooshing]

[coughs]

[sloshes]

[man screaming]

[splashes]

[wind whooshing]

[static on radio]

[wind whooshing]

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[wind whooshing]

[footsteps]

[speaking in foreign language]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

'Halt!'

[speaking in foreign language]

[gunshots]

Okay.

[intense music]

[music continues]

As you can see, I've planned

a whole new field of operations

in our intelligence network.

Forgive me,

Herr General, but, uh

this assassination will serve

no practical purpose.

On the contrary, it'll spread

terror into their backyards.

[dramatic music]

Heil Hitler!

[glass shattering]

[shouting in foreign language]

Come on!

You?

As you said,

it is not a game.

[beeping]

Mission accomplished.

(Godfrey)

'One casualty. Ellis.'

"I've not only captured

German intelligence archives

"but in addition..

...Gerhard Hellstein

and several SS generals."

I'm impressed,

General Hellstein.

Your intelligence work

is quite remarkable.

But what does this

red mark indicate?

It's assassination,

isn't it?

I'm marked for assassination.

I'm flattered. Really.

Look at all

the fine company I'm with.

It's today.

I was to be killed today.

[all laughing]

[beeping]

'Urgent, sir.'

Call Ms. St. Gabriel tell her

not to go near Fleming's flat.

Sir?

'Just do it!'

[intense music]

The line's dead.

[tires screeching]

Leda! Oh, thank God.

[screaming]

[melancholic music]

Ian.

[music continues]

I-I..

It's a miracle.

You're alive.

Miracles do happen,

don't they?

Especially to people like us.

Do you remember when you said

you wanted us to be friends

and I said it would

take a miracle?

Yes.

You're my miracle.

[music continues]

'I love you.'

Sleep now.

[instrumental music]

[door bangs]

(Delaney)

'Feeling better, commander?'

Where's Leda?

Where is she?

She was just here. I..

She's dead, Ian.

What?

The bomb.

[scoffs]

She was just..

...just here. I..

She said I was..

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

Ian darling,

how lovely to see you.

How are you?

I've brought you a present.

Why? What's the occasion?

Open it and see.

Go on.

Ian, I never said

this to you before

but I am terribly sorry

about what happened to the girl.

Leda.

Her name was Leda.

Open the gift, please.

Well, not that the war is over

I suppose we shall have to start

thinking about a career for you.

I think I'm going

to write a book.

- A fantasy of sorts.

- 'Are you listening to me?'

You have no money.

No job and no prospects.

What do we do about it, hmm?

Don't worry.

I won't ask for a penny.

[instrumental music]

Your father gave

this to you, didn't he?

What shall I do with it?

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Spymaker: The Secret Life of Ian Fleming (1990) - full transcript