[Bond has just discovered that "Janus" is none other than Trevelyan]
Alec?
Trevelyan Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the Memorial Wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?
Trevelyan Hilarious question. Particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes, only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
It was the job we were chosen for.
Trevelyan [scoffs]
Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. [Bond draws his gun] Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
[slowly lowers weapon]
Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
Trevelyan [scoffs]
Trust. What a quaint idea.
How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
Trevelyan Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
Trevelyan [gestures to his scars]
It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Trevelyan No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call. [Bond is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond] ...For England, James.
Trevelyan [Trevelyan and Xenia's private armored train has crashed. Bond assaults the train and seeks to kill Trevelyan, but is hesitant when Ourumov brings Natalya into the cabin.]
So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.
[to Ourumov without looking away at Trevelyan]
Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? [Ourumov's face changes] You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!
Trevelyan It's in the past.
He'll betray you! [murmurs] Just like everyone else.
Trevelyan [impatiently]
What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
[Bond observes Trevelyan activating the second GoldenEye satellite]
Interesting setup, Alec. You break into the Bank of England via computer and then transfer the money electronically just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any record of the transactions. Ingenious.
Trevelyan Thank you, James.
But it still boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief. [Trevelyan glowers at him]
Trevelyan You always did have a small mind, James. It's not just erasing bank records, it's everything on every computer in Greater London. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43– [looks to the countdown clock, corrects himself] oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age!
A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, fifty years on.
Trevelyan Oh please, James, spare me the Freud! I might as well ask if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams of the men you've killed. Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women for all the dead ones you failed to protect. England is about to learn the cost of betrayal, inflation adjusted for 1945.
