Bond
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.
Bond
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!
Bond
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.
