:06:03
Ransome, CIA, Sir James.
:06:05
J-Junior cipher c-clerk in m-my day,
weren't you, Ransome?
:06:08
Yes, sir. JCC, class G, SIC to SCCT.
CIA, Washington DC.
:06:15
Smernov, KGB, Sir James.
:06:17
Ah, yes. L-Labour camp inspector.
:06:20
Ikon 988, GPU, Siberian sector.
:06:23
I remember your ch-chap Lenin very well.
:06:26
First-class organiser, second-class mind.
:06:29
Le Grand, Sir James.
{y:bi}Deuxième bureau.
:06:32
Promoted at last from the vice detail?
:06:34
How incredibly well you look, James.
:06:37
Time, my dear M,
does not exist within these walls.
:06:41
- They ain't for real.
- Yes, a far cry from our embattled world.
:06:46
In my day
spying was an alternative to war.
:06:49
The spy was a member
of a select and immaculate priesthood,
:06:52
vocationally d-devoted,
sublimely disinterested.
:06:58
Hardly a description
of that sexual acrobat
:07:01
who leaves a t-trail of beautiful dead
women like blown roses behind him.
:07:06
- You mean...
- You know very well who I mean.
:07:08
That b-bounder
to whom you gave my name and number.
:07:11
My dear James, when you left us
we were a small service,
:07:15
under-financed, ludicrously ill-equipped.
:07:18
It was essential
that your legend be maintained.
:07:21
Without a James Bond 007,
no one would have respected us.
:07:25
Him and his wretched g-gadgets.
:07:27
We must make use
of the weapons of our time.
:07:30
So I observe.
:07:32
You, Ransome, with your trick carnation
that s-spits cyanide.
:07:37
You ought to be ashamed.
:07:40
The Russians started it.
:07:42
And you, Smernov, with an armoury
concealed in your grotesque boots.
:07:48
Listen to them tinkle.
:07:51
And you, Le Grand, with a different
deadly poison in each of your fly buttons.
:07:58
And you, M,
with your flame-throwing fountain pens.