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The access code's been changed. Your card won't work anymore.
What?!
Please.
Weve been pawns in someones game. They tricked us into bringing the money to King. Not just elaborate. Cocksure.
And expensive. Cost three million plus.
Do we have the range of Renards plane?
Anywhere in this circle. Iran, Iraq, Pakistan, Syria, Afghanistan...
Marvellous.
The parcels in the post.
Its heading for the oil terminal.
Where it can do the most damage.
Any word from him?
Still no contact yet.
Warm.
Is it?
So beautiful. So smooth, so warm.
How would you know?
Why are you like this? Because Bond is dead? Its what you wanted.
Of course...
He was a...good lover?
What do you think?
This is the end.
No. It is the beginning. The world will never be the same.
Everythings under control up here. Are you ready?
Yes. Au revoir...
Ill send someone out.
Could...could you come?
Perhaps this isnt the time...
Please.
Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot just like you left me. You and my father. He didnt think my life was worth the chump change he spent on a day at the stock market.
Your father...
Is nothing. His kingdom he stole from my mother. The kingdom I will rightly take back.
Now you know how it feels. To be locked away, to wonder if theyre coming for you, if anyone will ever come for you.
Someone will come.
Who? Bond? Bond is dead.
What?
To haul some cargo. My nephew, he is Captain of a sub in the Black Sea Fleet.
No! Bond!
Bond!
What is this place?
Former KGB surveillance post. The Dye Factory was just a front; now it turns a good profit.
In the good old days, the KGB had three or four spots where our submarines could surface without anyone knowing. But Yevgeny is supposed to be loading cargo.
What class sub does your nephew run?
Cclass.
Valentin Zukovsky.
BondJamesBond. What brings you here?
You, of course. I need some information.
Bond, Im a civilian. This is my place. Used to be the royal familys, now its mine. I run my little business, I stay out of trouble...
Mafia warlords, Diplomats and spies, consortiums from every country in the world. A nice little rats nest.
Have some of the rats nest caviar. From my own fishery. They buy my caviar, drink my champagne, lose to my House.
See? Youre upsetting my customers. What do you want?
How does a terrorist like Renard supply his men with stateoftheart Russian Army weapons?
What? This is not possible.
If I remember my Cyrillic that says 101st airborne division.
Where did you get this?
Off a highpowered Paraski that was trying to kill me.
That too. Everyone does what they can to survive.
How high up does this...arms dealing go?
Bond. If someone wants you dead, it is Renard. Our government has nothing to gain by killing you.
But you would have something to gain by killing Robert King. And stopping his pipeline.
What are doing, Bond? Trying to impress this innocent thing?
Shes no innocent. This is my nuclear consultant.
Ah, I see. A purely...plutonic relationship.
Really Bond, couldnt you find a nice Russian scientist with hair growing out of his ears?
Whats your business with Elektra King?
I thought you were the one in her business.
She dropped a million and half dollars to the House your House. And you didnt even bat an eyelid. She was paying you off. What for?
As ever you are the spy who has to see a plot wherever he looks.
That is 5,000 dollars of Beluga ruined!
You are out of your league. Shes working with Renard.
Now...where were we?
A rope!
No. The truth! She thought I was dead those blades were meant for you. What do you know that she would kill you for?
Alright, alright! Sometimes I smuggle machinery for her. Russian stuff.
And the payoff on the tables?
A special job. A...a...a submarine.
Wheres the sub going?!
No! Get me out!
This is too big for even you. Where is it?
This is a family matter! If my nephew is in danger, we do it my way, or nothing! Now get me out!
So. My way. No MI6, no Interpol. Just you, me and my people.
Where?
Istanbul.
Mother of God.
The right kind of explosion in the right spot it would block the Bosphorus, cut off the Black Sea.
The Maidens Tower.
How appropriate.
Id heard there were some renovations there...no one would look for a sub in that place in a million years.
I met you at my fathers funeral.
Yes.
I havent been able to recall a single moment of that day...until now.
Funerals arent exactly memorable.
God no. All those horrible loved ones and relatives. I dont want to talk to those people. I just want to...talk to my father. I loved him. Im not sure he knew that.
Is that why you want to finish the pipeline?
Partially, yes.
Who is he?
My bodyguard. He follows me everywhere. Hes decisive, vigilant. And he makes an excellent omelette.
How long has he been with you?
Since the kidnapping. Why do you ask?
Does this look familiar to you?

The access code's been changed. Your card won't work anymore.

What?!

Please.

Weve been pawns in someones game. They tricked us into bringing the money to King. Not just elaborate. Cocksure.

And expensive. Cost three million plus.

Do we have the range of Renards plane?

Anywhere in this circle. Iran, Iraq, Pakistan, Syria, Afghanistan...

Marvellous.

The parcels in the post.

Its heading for the oil terminal.

Where it can do the most damage.

Any word from him?

Still no contact yet.

Warm.

Is it?

So beautiful. So smooth, so warm.

How would you know?

Why are you like this? Because Bond is dead? Its what you wanted.

Of course...

He was a...good lover?

What do you think?

This is the end.

No. It is the beginning. The world will never be the same.

Everythings under control up here. Are you ready?

Yes. Au revoir...

Ill send someone out.

Could...could you come?

Perhaps this isnt the time...

Please.

Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot just like you left me. You and my father. He didnt think my life was worth the chump change he spent on a day at the stock market.

Your father...

Is nothing. His kingdom he stole from my mother. The kingdom I will rightly take back.

Now you know how it feels. To be locked away, to wonder if theyre coming for you, if anyone will ever come for you.

Someone will come.

Who? Bond? Bond is dead.

What?

To haul some cargo. My nephew, he is Captain of a sub in the Black Sea Fleet.

No! Bond!

Bond!

What is this place?

Former KGB surveillance post. The Dye Factory was just a front; now it turns a good profit.

In the good old days, the KGB had three or four spots where our submarines could surface without anyone knowing. But Yevgeny is supposed to be loading cargo.

What class sub does your nephew run?

Cclass.

Valentin Zukovsky.

BondJamesBond. What brings you here?

You, of course. I need some information.

Bond, Im a civilian. This is my place. Used to be the royal familys, now its mine. I run my little business, I stay out of trouble...

Mafia warlords, Diplomats and spies, consortiums from every country in the world. A nice little rats nest.

Have some of the rats nest caviar. From my own fishery. They buy my caviar, drink my champagne, lose to my House.

See? Youre upsetting my customers. What do you want?

How does a terrorist like Renard supply his men with stateoftheart Russian Army weapons?

What? This is not possible.

If I remember my Cyrillic that says 101st airborne division.

Where did you get this?

Off a highpowered Paraski that was trying to kill me.

That too. Everyone does what they can to survive.

How high up does this...arms dealing go?

Bond. If someone wants you dead, it is Renard. Our government has nothing to gain by killing you.

But you would have something to gain by killing Robert King. And stopping his pipeline.

What are doing, Bond? Trying to impress this innocent thing?

Shes no innocent. This is my nuclear consultant.

Ah, I see. A purely...plutonic relationship.

Really Bond, couldnt you find a nice Russian scientist with hair growing out of his ears?

Whats your business with Elektra King?

I thought you were the one in her business.

She dropped a million and half dollars to the House your House. And you didnt even bat an eyelid. She was paying you off. What for?

As ever you are the spy who has to see a plot wherever he looks.

That is 5,000 dollars of Beluga ruined!

You are out of your league. Shes working with Renard.

Now...where were we?

A rope!

No. The truth! She thought I was dead those blades were meant for you. What do you know that she would kill you for?

Alright, alright! Sometimes I smuggle machinery for her. Russian stuff.

And the payoff on the tables?

A special job. A...a...a submarine.

Wheres the sub going?!

No! Get me out!

This is too big for even you. Where is it?

This is a family matter! If my nephew is in danger, we do it my way, or nothing! Now get me out!

So. My way. No MI6, no Interpol. Just you, me and my people.

Where?

Istanbul.

Mother of God.

The right kind of explosion in the right spot it would block the Bosphorus, cut off the Black Sea.

The Maidens Tower.

How appropriate.

Id heard there were some renovations there...no one would look for a sub in that place in a million years.

I met you at my fathers funeral.

Yes.

I havent been able to recall a single moment of that day...until now.

Funerals arent exactly memorable.

God no. All those horrible loved ones and relatives. I dont want to talk to those people. I just want to...talk to my father. I loved him. Im not sure he knew that.

Is that why you want to finish the pipeline?

Partially, yes.

Who is he?

My bodyguard. He follows me everywhere. Hes decisive, vigilant. And he makes an excellent omelette.

How long has he been with you?

Since the kidnapping. Why do you ask?

Does this look familiar to you?