viewtokill:

At the far end a monitor linked them with a camera set high at the front of the engine. When he saw the tank, stationary on the rails ahead as they closed fast, Trevelyan uncharacteristically sighed, then made a noise which mingled anger with a hint of admiration. “Only James Bond,’ he muttered.

viewtokill:

Trevelyan moves into the doorway —
aiming a pistol at Bond
— smiling easily. Triumphantly. 

              TREVELYAN
Pity destroying this place. I still pay it
a visit every spring.
          (gestures outside)
The first strawberries of the season
always seem to show up over the graves of
005 and 003.

viewtokill:

_^——out.

_{^{LOUD YELLING THIS GODDAMN SCRIPT IS GOING TO KILL ME ALEC I HATE YOU I HATE EVERYTHING DID THEY JUST IMPLY MY DICK IS NINE INCHES AND THE FACT THAT YOU AND XENIA NOW KNOW THIS WHAT ARE YOU ESKIMO SIBLINGS NOW IS THAT WHAT THEY’RE IMPLYING? AND snickers kaggabe i legit thought they meant cabbage goodbye that’s now the new nickname for the KGB ——}}

_{^{DON’T YOU “MY DEAR OLD COLLEAGUE JAMES BOND” ME YOU SON OF A BITCH — I WILL MURDER YOU AND SET FIRE TO ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR, TREVELYAN. DON’T BLAME ME WHEN THE COLD WAR STARTS BACK UP BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD AND THERE YOU ARE SMIRKING AT ME AND ASKING IF VODKA MARTINIS DROWN MY NIGHTMARES. YOUR CONSCIENCE ISN’T CLEAN YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT YOU WERE WORKING FOR THE CABBAGE THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME OH MY GOD I HATE YOU}}

viewtokill:

Trevelyan moves into the doorway —
aiming a pistol at Bond
— smiling easily. Triumphantly. 

              TREVELYAN
Pity destroying this place. I still pay it
a visit every spring.
          (gestures outside)
The first strawberries of the season
always seem to show up over the graves of
005 and 003.