You have no authority.
None.
Mexico City.
What were you doing there?
I was taking some overdue holiday.
So what's going on, James? They say you're finished.
- What do you think? - I think you're just getting started.
Magnificent, isn't she?
Zero to 60 in 3.2 seconds.
Few little tricks up her sleeve.
- Do one more thing for me. - What do you have in mind?
Make me disappear.
- Tell me where he is. - He's everywhere.
If you go there,
you are crossing over to a place where there is no mercy.
You're protecting someone.
Get away from me!
Why should I trust you?
Because, right now, I'm your best chance for staying alive.
This organization,
do you know what's called?
Its name is Spectre.
Do you know who links them all?
Me.
Welcome, James.
You came across me so many times yet you never saw me.
What took you so long?
Is this really what you want,
living in the shadows?
Hunting,
being hunted,
always alone?
I don't stop to think about it.
It was me, James,
the author of all your pain.