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.
She left long ago.
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!
That's my word.
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]

