He called me the moment he realized its sensitive nature. She pours a scotch for Bond. He drops some ice in, thoughtful. Someone was watching over me in Geneva. A guardian angel with a laser sight.
Realization sinks in.
Sir Robert approaches, two rows of security bars between him and the cash. The shout is muffled, Sir Robert's more interested in the money. FIRE blasts out of the open doorway just as Bond reaches it. The building rocks. A wall and a section of roof gone.