[M confronts Bond in Key West at the Hemingway House]
M:
You were supposed to be in Istanbul LAST NIGHT! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has
[beat]
M:
clouded your judgment! *You have a job to do*! I expect you on a plane this afternoon!
James Bond:
I haven't finished here, sir.
M:
Leave it to the Americans! It's their mess. Let them clear it up.
James Bond:
SIR! They're not going to DO ANYTHING!
James Bond:
[calms down]
I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times.
M:
Oh SPARE ME this sentimental RUBBISH! He knew the risks.
James Bond:
And his WIFE?
M:
This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out *objectively* and *professionally*!
James Bond:
Then you have my resignation, sir!
M:
[incensed]
We're not a country club, 007!
[pause]
M:
Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked, and I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
James Bond:
I guess it's, uh... a farewell to arms.
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