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M:
Armourer! (to Bond) Take off your jacket! Give me your gun. Yes, I
thought so. This damn Beretta again. I’ve told you about this
before. (to Boothroyd) You tell him — for the last time!
MAJOR BOOTHROYD:
Nice and light — in a lady’s handbag. No stopping
power.
M:
Any comments Double-O Seven?
JAMES BOND: I disagree sir. I’ve used a Beretta for ten years —
I’ve never missed with it yet!
M:
Maybe not, but it jammed on your last job and you spent six months
in hospital in consequence. If you carry a Double-O number it means
you’re licenced to kill not get killed. And another thing. Since
I’ve been head of MI7 there’s been a 40 percent drop in Double-O
operative casualties, and I want it to stay that way. You’ll carry
the Walther — unless of course you’d prefer to go back to standard
intelligence duties.
JAMES BOND: No sir. I would not.
M:
Then from now on you carry a different gun, show him armourer.
MAJOR BOOTHROYD: Walther PPK 7.65 mil with a delivery like a brick
through a plate-glass window. Takes a Brausch silencer with very
little reduction in muzzle velocity — the American CIA swear by
them. |
M:
Thank you Major Boothroyd.
MAJOR BOOTHROYD: Thank you sir. (to Bond) Goodnight sir.
M:
Any questions Double-O Seven?
JAMES BOND: No sir.
M:
Alright then. Best of luck.
JAMES BOND: Thank you sir. (Bond picks up the Walther in its box,
hiding the Beretta underneath, and walks to the office door)
M:
(without looking up from his desk) Double-O Seven!
JAMES BOND: Sir?
M:
Just Leave the Beretta.
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