Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
Don't forget my pathetic love of country.
You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman, when all she does is lie to you.
She never lied to me.
No?
No.
What did you score on your marksmanship evaluation?
Seventy.
Forty. Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?
Yes.
No. No. [sighs, reads test results from a laptop] "Medical evaluation: Failed. Physical evaluation: Failed. Psychological evaluation: Alcohol and substance addiction indicated." Ooh! "Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma. Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension from service advised." What is this if not betrayal? She sent you after me, knowing you were not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad. Hmm? [he unbuttons Bond's shirt, inspecting the scar on his shoulder. Winces.] Ooh. See what she's done to you?
Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Her loss. [he continues to probe at Bond's chest, suggestively.]
Are you sure this is about M?
It's about her. And you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other… [suggestive look] Or eat everyone else. Ah, you're trying to remember your training now - what's the regulation to cover this? [rests his hands on Bond's legs.] Well, first time for everything, yes?
What makes you think this is my first time?
Oh, Mr. Bond!

