— Can I borrow a match?
— I use a lighter.
— That's better still.
— Until they go wrong.
Year:
1963
Tagline:
«The world's masters of murder pull out all the stops to destroy Agent 007!»
Country:
United Kingdom
Genres:
Action, Adventure, Thriller
Sequels and prequels:
James Bond willingly falls into an assassination plot involving a naive Russian beauty in order to retrieve a Soviet encryption device that was stolen by S.P.E.C.T.R.E.
Miss Moneypenny: — Where in the world are you, James?
James Bond: — I've just been reviewing an old case.
Sylvia Trench: — So I'm an old case now, am I?
James Bond: — It's the office. Tell him I'm on my way, will you.
Sylvia Trench: — He is not on his way.
James Bond: — Sylvia, behave. We'll do this again some other time soon.
Sylvia Trench: — Do what? Last time you said that, you went off to Jamaica. I haven't seen you for six months.
James Bond: — I'll be there in an hour.
Miss Moneypenny: — I'll tell him. Your old case sounds interesting, James.
James Bond: — Make that an hour and a half.
— I can see the face of the other man now.
— Krilencu! So, he's back. Another Bulgarian they use as a killer. Just the man for the limpet mine job. I've had trouble with him before. But he's stayed out of Istanbul for over a year now. Take a look. You should remember him. This man kills for pleasure.
— So you're Tatiana Romanova.
— My friends call me Tania.
— Mine call me James Bond. Now that we've been properly introduced...
— Careful! Guns upset me.
— I'm sorry. I'm a bit upset myself. You look just like your photograph. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.
— Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.
— No, it's the right size. For me, that is.
— Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave, but on the whole, stupid. Yes, they're stupid. Except for the occasional ones such as we have here, who lets the other two fight while he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself. And then, like SPECTRE, he strikes.
— I find the parallel amusing.
— Our organization did not arrange for you to come over from the Russians just for amusement. Number Three.
— According to your instructions, I've planned for SPECTRE to steal from the Russians their new Lektor decoding machine. For this we need the services of a female member of the Russian
Cryptograph section in Turkey and the help of the British Secret Service. Naturally, neither the Russians nor the British will be aware that they are now working for us.
— Number Three, is your section ready to carry out Kronsteen's directives?
— Yes, Number One. The operation will be organized according to Kronsteen's plan. I've selected a suitable girl from the Russian Consulate in Istanbul She's capable, cooperative, and her loyalty to the state is beyond question.
— And you're absolutely sure she believes you're still Head of Operations for Soviet Intelligence?
— It is unlikely she would know I'm now working for SPECTRE. Moscow has kept my defection secret from everyone but a few members of the presidium.
— For your sake, I hope so. Kronsteen, you are sure this plan is foolproof?
— Yes, it is, because I have anticipated every possible variatio of counter-move.
— What makes you think that M, the Head of British Intelligence, will oblige you by falling in with your plan?
— For the simple reason that this is so obviously a trap. My reading of the British mentality is that they always treat a trap as a challenge.
— This Grant's one of the best men we've ever had. Homicidal paranoiac. Superb material. Though his methods were a little crude, his response to our training and indoctrination have been remarkable. I hope our work here meets with your approval.
— Training is useful, but there is no substitute for experience.
— I agree. We use live targets as well.
— My friend. Come in. Come in. Glad to see you. Welcome to Istanbul.
— Thank you for sending the car, but it does rather tie you in with me.
— You're in the Balkans now, Mr. Bond. The game with the Russians is played a little differently here. The day-to-day routine matters, we don't make it too difficult to keep a tab on each other.
— So I gathered from your chauffeur. He's a rather intelligent young man.
— He should be. He's my son. Coffee?
— Medium sweet.
— Two, medium sweet. He also is my son. All of my key employees are my sons. Blood is the best security in this business.
— I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself. We're pros, Mr. Bond. We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo before he died. I've been keeping tabs on you. I've been your guardian angel. Saved your life at the gypsy camp.
— Yes. I'm much obliged.
— We were keeping you alive until you could get us the Lektor.
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