You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night.
I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has...
...clouded your judgment.
You have a job to do.
I expect you on a plane this afternoon.
I haven't finished here, sir.
Leave it to the Americans.
It's their mess. Let them clear it up.
Sir, they're not going to do anything.
I owe it to Leiter.
He's put his life on the line for me many times.
Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish!
He knew the risks.
And his wife?
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.
Then you have my resignation, sir.
We're not a country club, 007!
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.
Well then I guess it's...
...a farewell to arms.
Don't! Too many people!
