Bond
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?
Bond
Why?
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."
Bond
It was the job we were chosen for.
Trevelyan
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.
Bond
Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
Trevelyan
Trust. What a quaint idea.
Bond
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.
Bond
Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
Trevelyan
It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
Bond
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.
