“If my demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world.”

DIRECTOR: Peter Hunt

CLASSIC SCENE: When the trail has gone cold in his search for arch criminal Ernst Stavro Blofeld (Telly Savalas), James Bond oo7 (George Lazenby) discovers a link between a Swiss lawyer and a certain Count de Bleuchamp. Inside the Count’s mountaintop headquarters, apparently an allergy clinic, Bond masquerades as Sir Hilary Bray, a herald from the college of arms, whose visit is to authenticate the Count’s claim to his title. When surreptitiously entering a female patients bedroom, Bond’s cover is blown, and Blofeld’s guards knock him unconscious…

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.