Most scenes together: Franz Oberhauser/Ernst Stavro Blofeld & James Bond (5), James Bond & Madeleine Swann (4), Franz Oberhauser/Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Madeleine Swann (3)
Can I get you something, sir?
Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.
I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol.
He'll have the prolytic digestive enzyme shake.
So, James, why did you come?
I came here to kill you.
And I thought you came here to die.
Well, it's all a matter of perspective.
Speaking of perspective.
Touch it. You can touch it if you want. Do you know what it is?
It's a meteorite.
Yes, exactly. The Kartenhoff. The oldest in human possession. The very meteorite which made this crater. Think about it. So many years up there, alone, silent, building momentum until it chose to make its mark on Earth. A huge, unstoppable force. Except it did stop, didn't it? Right here.
You came across me so many times and yet you never saw me. Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva.
All dead.
Yeah, that's right. A nice pattern developed - you interfered in my world, so I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was coincidence that all of the women in your life ended up dead? Vesper Lynd, for example. She was the big one. [to Madeleine] Has he told you about her? [to Bond] And then, of course, your beloved M. Gone forever. Me. It was all me, James. It's always been me. The author of all your pain.
You're a brave woman, my dear. [turns off all the computers and his guards stand staring at the three of them]
Now I understand why my father lost his mind.
He didn't lose his mind, he was just weak. But at least he understood what he was up against. You see, they failed to comprehend the crucial fact, that a terrible event can lead to something wonderful. Since you mention your father, I'll show you. [begins playing surveillance tape of James Bond meeting with Mr. White]
She's clever. She's smarter than me. She knows how to hide.
I can protect her if you tell me where he is. I can keep her alive.
Yeah.
You have my word.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Turn this off.
Your word? The word of an assassin!
Turn this off.
This is important.
I said turn it off! [Oberhauser's guard hits him with an expandable baton making him fall to the floor]
I want you to understand something.
That's my word.
Madeleine? Look at me. Don't look at him, Madeleine. Look at me.
L'Américain. You save her, she can lead you to L'Américain. She knows L'Américain. Try the Hoffler Klinik. You're a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr. Bond. So long. [gunshot sounds in the background]
The things that bring people together. Out of horror, beauty. [Oberhauser's guard hits Bond's head with a gun]
Did you kill my husband?
He was an assassin. He wouldn't have taken it personally.
Why are you doing this?
You probably know that James here lost his parents when he was young. But did you know that it was my father who helped him through this difficult time? Over the course of two winters he taught him to ski, and climb, and hunt. He soothed the wounds of the poor little blue-eyed orphan. Asked me to treat him as a brother. My little brother. They formed quite an attachment.
So, you killed him.
Yes, I did. You know what happens when a cuckoo hatches inside another bird's nest?
Yes. It forces the other eggs out.
Yes. Well, this cuckoo made me realize my father's life had to end. In a way, he's responsible for the path I took. So, thank you. Cuckoo.
Do you know any other birdcalls, Franz? [chuckles] [A cat climbs onto Bond's lap] Hello, pussy.
Franz Oberhauser died 20 years ago, James. In an avalanche, alongside his father. The man you are talking to now, the man inside your head, is Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
Catchy name.
My mother's bloodline. If the needle finds the correct spot in the fusiform gyrus, you'll recognize no one. Of course the faces of your women are interchangeable, aren't they, James? You won't know who she is. Just another passing face on your way to the grave. [kisses the cat] [to Madeleine] He dies not knowing who you are. The daughter of an assassin The only one who could have understood him. Shame.
Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a paid assassin?
Well, it was that or the priesthood.
Go back and find M, NOW! We need them both. [hangs up and attempts to log in to MI6, only to find that his access has been denied and the Nine Eyes program's shutdown has been initiated]
Not a good feeling being watched, is it?
Don't tell me you're responsible for this.
No, but my quartermaster is. And he's extremely talented.
Oh, bravo. But in case you hadn't realized it, you two are out of a job. so you're trespassing.
I'm afraid you've got the wrong end of the stick, Max. We're going to stop this system going online, and then I'm going to bring you in.
On what grounds, exactly?
Poor taste in friends.
Take a look at the world. Chaos. Because people like you, paper-pushers and politicians, are too spineless to do what needs to be done. So I made an alliance to put the power where it should be, and now you want to throw it away for the sake of democracy, whatever the hell that is. How predictably moronic. But then, isn't that what M stands for? "Moron"?
And now we know what C stands for. [reveals that he has the bullets that C thought were in his gun] "Careless".
You can't really tell me that one man in the field can compete with all of this, running around out there with his license to kill.
Have you ever had to kill a man, Max? Have you? To pull that trigger, you have to be sure. Yes, you investigate, analyze, assess, target. And then you have to look him in the eye. And you make the call. And all the drones, bugs, cameras, transcripts, all the surveillance in the world can't tell you what to do next. A license to kill is also a license not to kill.
I always knew death would wear a familiar face, but not yours. To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Bond?
I was at a meeting recently and your name came up.
I'm flattered London is still talking about me.
It wasn't MI6, it was Rome. Your team, not mine.
Ah. Last month, I found thallium in my cell phone. It's done its job. I have a few weeks, maybe less. So, here we are, Mr. Bond. two dead men enjoying the evening.
What did you do?
I disobeyed him. I followed him as far as I could. He changed.
Oh, I see, you grew a conscience.
Our game is our game. But this? Women? Children?
Well, the thallium would suggest that he doesn't like you very much anymore. And clearly the feeling is mutual. So why don't you tell me how to find him again?
Oh, come on.
Tell me where he is.
He's everywhere! Everywhere! He's sitting at your desk, he's kissing your lover, he's eating supper with your family!
You're protecting someone. Your wife.
Your son? Your daughter.
You won't find her. She's clever. She's smarter than me. She knows how to hide.
I can protect her if you tell me where he is. [Mr. White chuckles again] I can keep her alive.
Yeah.
You have my word.
Your word? The word of an assassin!
L'Américain. You save her, she can lead you to L'Américain. She knows L'Américain. Try the Hoffler Klinik. You're a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr. Bond. [points to his neck] So long. [shoots and dies]
Finish it. Finish it.
Out of bullets. [looks at Swann] And besides, I've got something better to do.
One minute. One minute.
Tempus fugit.
What?
Tempus... fugit.
I can't hear you, James.
I said, doesn't time fly?
Torture is easy, on a superficial level. A man can watch himself being disemboweled and derive great horror from the experience, but it's still going on at a distance. It isn't taking place where he is. As you know all too well, dear Madeleine, a man lives inside his head. That's where the seat of his soul is. Now, James and I were both present recently when a man was deprived of his eyes. And the most astonishing thing happened. Didn't you notice? He wasn't there anymore. He'd gone even though he was still alive. So in this brief moment between life and death, there was nobody inside his skull. Most odd. So, James. I'm going to penetrate to where you are. To the inside of your head. Now, the first probe will play with your sight, your hearing and your balance, just with the subtlest of manipulations.
Well, get on with it then. Nothing can be as painful as listening to you talk.
All right. Let's begin.
Argh, don't touch me!
Hey! You need to take a breath and calm down. You're in shock.
Get away from me! Just get away! Did it cross your mind that you led them to me?
I haven't got time for this. You need to tell me everything you know about L'Américain.
Go to hell!
I gave your father my word!
And why should I trust you? Because my father did?
Because right now, Dr. Swann, I'm your best chance of staying alive.
