Hello, Number 7 reporting...
Oh, James... You are so...
Amazing?
And as I was saying, probably busy...
Number 6 reporting. It's done.
By its first feat of arms, SPECTRE has just been reborn.
I share with all of you this moment of triumph.
Number One will now summarize our most recent activities.
- Number One? - Thank you.
As you know, SPECTRE is back to financial stability
thanks to the gold of the Russian Reserve
so cleverly hijacked between Moscow and Saint Petersburg.
We were therefore able to launch 'Operation Avenger'
against Great Britain that so often held us back in the past.
Two days ago Number Seven attacked and destroyed
British General Bradford's tank on Iraqi soil.
And as I speak, Number Six has just detonated a bomb
at the very heart of Buckingham Palace.
We have also pirated the comms system of the BritSkyOne satellite
and sent to Vauxhall a claim of responsibility
for these actions in the name of SPECTRE.
In the same time, we sent false statements to the media
incriminating Islamic Groups.
The country is aghast.
And the government knows they could never recover from this.
They have been warned.
Our upcoming activities shall now be more underground
and, trust me, more profitable.
Over the past two years, SPECTRE has recruited
a large number of influent businessmen,
close to the Prime Minister.
At the moment, they are pressuring him
to get the government to buy back from their companies stock insidiously acquired
or on the brink of acquisition by SPECTRE
through numerous dummy corporations.
Our organisation will impair these companies to such an extent
that the government will have no other choice
but to heavily subsidize them
if they want to avoid a historical crash.
Thanks to a clever embezzlement, this influx of money
should provide SPECTRE with considerable dividends.
If the British Premier refuses to help his friends
by way of government loans, well…
there are many British Royal Palaces still to be refurbished.
The liberal system is full of flaws.
It's SPECTRE's duty to make use of all of them.
My friends, I will quote Lenin:
"The capitalists will sell us the rope with which we will hang them."
Alas, I have to temper the euphoria of this recent news
as I have to report that one of us has a different agenda
concerning his involvement with SPECTRE.
Rest assured! The traitor, who was about to sell information to the enemy
is one of this council's absentees.
I ordered that he be executed immediately.
You are right on time, Mister…
Bond. Do you have the documents?
Do you have the money?
This is what you've been coveting, Mr. Bond
I told you I wouldn't be long.
James... James, are you all right?
James, is there a problem?... James!
You're really too lucky, Descarpes. I give up.
Dear Count, the bigger the bet, the bigger the win.
Or the bigger the loss.
This is quite a negative thought.
Aren't you a gambler, Mister...?
Bond. What is the limit?
At this table, there are no limits, Mr. Bond.
Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.
Mr. Bond, aren't you willing to enjoy moments of triumph?
Believe me, it's the story of my life.
So it shall be a pleasant evening.
For one of us.
Anything goes.
Zero. No winning bet.
31, black, odd and passe.
Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.
Anything goes.
4, black, even and manque.
Well, one has to stop before one's luck changes.
- Personnel. - Thank you, Sir.
That's quite an amount you've lost here, Mr. Bond.
Oh well, we English people haven't been very lucky lately.
Even the Queen has just lost an entire wing of her palace.
I hope we'll have the pleasure of facing each other again, M. Bond.
We'll try and make sure it remains a soft duel.
Cheerio, for now.
- Bravo. - To what do I owe the honour?
To spicing up quite a foreseeable game.
That's what I do ... I spice up every game I play...
A friend of yours?
Just a famous face around here.
- Anna Raykova. - Bond, James Bond.
Bloody Mary, please.
Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred.
Raykova... Russian?
Originally. Ma family came to France after the Wall fell. What about you?
British subject.
Apparently here to attempt to ruin Mister Descarpes.
His being here is obviously not a coincidence.
I heard about him. This man is dangerous.
So he has to be dealt with ASAP.
Indeed.
Kill him.
It was such a pleasure, Mr. Bond.
See you soon then.
- At the casino? - For a great game.
Ah! Mr. Bond. What a surprise.
We were not expecting you.
I hope you're up to a new game.
Absolutely, despite a rather shaken but not stirred sleep.
Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.
All bets are off.
Anything goes.
33, black, odd and passe.
For blacks, three chips on half, two chips on full, 140 chips
20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 120, 140 chips
28,000 Euros, Sir.
Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.
Anything goes.
17 black, odd and manque.
20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 120, 121 chips
22,000 Euros
Well, it seems I am not bringing you any bit of luck.
The ball is being passed on.
The ball is passed on.
Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Please, place your bets.
Now, we're done with the warming up.
You're readying yourself for quite a kill, Mr. Bond.
You're taking words out of my mouth.
Roulette is pretty much like a bullfight actually.
The game consists of teasing the poor animal --
Anything goes.
-- all the way to the kill.
7, red, odd and manque.
40 chips on half, 10 chips on full, 1030 chips in all.
206,000 Euros, Sir. Congratulations.
Put that on my account, will you?
All right, Mr. Bond. Today, luck was on your side,
but as you know, one's luck can change fast.
Perhaps, but today it's MY moment of triumph.
Quickly spend that money, Bond. You never know what tomorrow brings.
Your services were impeccable, as usual.
Personnel - thanks you, Sir.
Are you alright?
Routine as usual… Let's have a drink, shall we?
Alright, the game is over.
What language shall I use with you?
French? Russian?
What do you mean?
What language is used by SPECTRE, Miss Raykova, if such is your name,
to make a spy like me talk?
Come in.
Put it there.
Would you like me to open it, Sir?
No thanks, it will be fine.
- Good evening. - Thank you.
Don't you have anything to say?
Get out!
You're not the one who will stick a knife in my back yet.
And please tell your boss to avoid sending me amateurs.
I might find it insulting.
I never thought you would be so predictable, Mr. Bond.
I'm so sorry about that.
Nevertheless, welcome to my home.
Where is Joan?
She's waiting for you.
Here.
We just needed a little sweetness to crown off the evening.
That was only a preamble to the great suffering you shall undergo
in front of a very special audience.
How is your wife?
Blofeld, some day I'll kill you.
Consider your current situation, my dear Bond
lured here by someone who betrayed you
repeatedly failing to rid the world of
Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Count de Bleuchamps
plus the fact I already made you a widower
and you'll allow me to doubt it.
You haven't changed a bit. Cynical, presumptuous...
Quite a self-portrait, 007!
And a megalomaniac.
Hard to credit me with that.
Yes… Yes… I have to admit I quite enjoy
the global taste of my modest operations.
And let's be honest, Mr. Bond.
Your government keeps waving at the Americans
your repeated attempts against me
as a solution to its existential issues.
But the British Premier does not administrate the great empire of yesterday any longer.
As soon as you're dead, Great Britain will be reminded
of how pitiful an islet it is.
Really… You're overestimating me.
Empires, Mr. Bond, are not built outside frontiers any longer
but by the power of money.
Your islet invented modern capitalism
It will be the first one to be struck by it.
Soon the SPECTRE Corporation will be out of reach of any law.
And certainly out of reach of insignificant secret service civil servants.
You will be ruined, Blofeld.
Someone might even change the rules for people like you.
Just watch your Number One.
I ruined him.
I'm afraid this victory is quite short-ranged, Mr. Bond
because this same Number One will have the honour
of ridding us of your annoying presence.
Bad loser.
Allow me to say to you one last time:
Goodbye, Mr. Bond.
Now let me use my prerogative as a bad loser.
Where is Descarpes?
I didn't find him.
- Remove him. - Yes, Ma'am.
It's for you!
- What's our heading? - Take off!
Missile!
More to the left!
Get on the right!
Wait for me outside.
A battle has been lost
but not the war.
Agent 007 shall be disposed of very soon.
Only one of our agents successfully escaped the commandos' assault.
I ordered her to eliminate James Bond.
Mr. Bond, these messages have just arrived.
Thank you.