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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
Bleuchamp 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. |
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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. |
