Clumsy effort, Mr. Bond; you disappoint me. I’m not a fool, so please do not treat me as one. And that table knife; please put it back. Well, we can’t all be geniuses, can we? Tell me… does the toppling of American missiles
really compensate for having no hands? Missiles are only the first step to prove our power. “Our” power? With your disregard for human life,
you must be working for the East. East, West; just points of the compass,
each as stupid as the other. I’m a member of SPECTRE. “SPECTRE”? SPECTRE. Special Executive for
Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power,
headed by the greatest brains in the world. Correction… criminal brains. The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be. Why become criminal? I’m sure the West would welcome a scientist of your… calibre. The Americans are fools; I offered my
services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay… for their mistake. World domination. Same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who
think they’re Napoleon… or God. You persist in trying to provoke me, Mr. Bond. I could have had you killed in the swamp. Then why didn’t you? I thought you less stupid.
Usually, when a man gets in my way… But you were different. You cost me time, money, effort;
you damaged my organization… …and my pride. I was curious to see what kind of a man you were;
I thought there might even be a place for you with SPECTRE. Then I’m flattered. I prefer the Revenge Department. ‘Course, my first job would be finding the
man who killed Strangways and Quarrel. Unfortunately, I misjudged you;
you are just a stupid policeman… …whose luck has run out. They’re waiting for you in the control room, Dr. No. No hurry. They won’t have started their countdown check yet. You won’t get away with it this time. Dr. No.
The Americans are prepared for any trouble. I never fail, Mr. Bond. What do we do with him? Soften him up; I haven’t finished with him yet. [Bond audibly struggles during his beating]