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BLOFELD:
Merry Christmas double-o-seven.
BOND:
I’m Sir Hilary Bray.
BLOFELD:
No no no Mister Bond. Respectable Baronets from the College of
Heralds do not, seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand – they do
get their professional details right! The Bleauchamp tombs are not
in the Augsberg cathedral as you said, but in the St. Anna Kirsch –
Sir Hilary Bray would have known. A small slip. It takes more than a
few props to turn double-o-seven into a herald.
BOND:
It’ll take more than cutting off your earlobes Blofeld to turn you
into a count.
BLOFELD:
I may yet surprise you. But I’m afraid you have no surprises left
for me. I know all about your mission Mister Bond, your colleague –
such a keen climber, such a brilliant conversationalist – before he
left us.
BOND:
You realise he’ll have reported where I am.
BLOFELD:
I doubt that. In any case no one’s going to come to your rescue – in
a few hours, the United Nations will receive, my Yuletide greeting.
The information that I now possess the scientific means to control,
or to destroy the economy of the whole world – people will have more
important things to think about than you.
BOND:
If they believe your threat.
BLOFELD:
(laughs) Oh they will. In any case I have prepared a demonstration.
Remember that, disagreeable outbreak of Foot and Mouth disease in
England last summer. Well I shall instruct them in very convincing
terms, exactly how I arranged that, and my capacity has improved
since.
BOND:
Allergy vaccines. Bacteria. Bacteriological warfare!
BLOFELD:
With a difference. Our great breakthrough since last summer has been
the confection of a certain – ‘Virus Omega’.
BOND:
Infertility. |
BLOFELD:
Total infertility, in plants and animals – not just disease in a few
herds Mister Bond, or the loss of a single crop, but the destruction
of a whole strain – forever, throughout an entire continent. If my
demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction
of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world.
BOND:
Including I suppose – the human race?
BLOFELD:
I don’t think do you Mister Bond, the United Nations would let it
come to that – not after their scientists analyse a small sample of
‘Virus Omega’ they have received.
BOND:
Epidemics of sterility. Nothing grows – no seed even begins to
sprout. They’ll find an antidote.
BLOFELD:
Of course – if I give them enough time.
BOND:
They’ll have time. Once they’re warned you’ll have a problem
dispensing the stuff.
BLOFELD:
That problem has already been solved. I have been training my own
special – angels of death.
BOND:
Those girls.
BLOFELD:
Those girls – and many others like them.
BOND:
But exactly how?
BLOFELD:
That will remain my secret.
BOND:
And how many hundred millions do you want for your services this
time Blofeld?
BLOFELD:
This time! This time is a price of another kind, you’ll be even more
amused when you know what. In the meanwhile I will keep you here as
my guest – you’ll be very useful in helping to convince the
authorities – that I mean what I say, and I’ll do what I claim.
Come, let me show you to your new quarters. |
