[ EU ] Not every 00-agent gets to lead a life of beautiful cars and fast women . Tell the story of an agent assigned one of the unglamorous 00 numbers .

Oh. Bond brought you here? I do believe it's time for me to begin. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' 
 
 Did I give you permission to talk?... 
 
 You may answer *my* questions.... 
 
 Go on. Answer the question. Did I give you permission to talk? 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 Good. Good. Now, let's keep it that way. I ask the questions... and you answer. Is that alright? 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 You're doing rather marvelously, Mister... Harold Lime. Harold Lime. What a peculiar name. Do you know you've been on the MI6 watchlist for over a decade now?... 
 
 Answer the question, Mister Lime. 
 
 `` Yes. I know.'' 
 
 Good. And you know *why* you're on the list, right? 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 Wrong. You know it perfectly. Now, Mister Lime, for every wrong answer you give me, I'm going to have to use special... techniques... to attain the right answer from you. Now I'm going to give you a second chance, but this is the last second chance I give you. Do you know why you're on the list? 
 
 **spits** `` Fuck you.'' 
 
 My, my, Mister Lime. I'm afraid you gave me another wrong answer... 
 
 Very well then. Let me get my instruments. 
 
 *You watch him move to the end of the darkened hallway. It's empty, except you, him, and the peculiar bag that he carries. * 
 
 You know, Mister Bond is n't the only MI6 agent that gets fancy gadgets. So do I. The people who hired me have given me very special privileges. Privileges that you, Mister Lime, would n't want to know. Would you like to know, Mister Lime? 
 
 `` Fuck you and the MI6.'' 
 
 Ah. You not only insult me, but you insult the people I work for. Too bad, Mister Lime. You seemed like someone who would cooperate. Would you like to see my instruments? 
 
 *He takes some wire out of his bag. * 
 
 Now, Mister Lime, are you sitting comfortably? Is the seat snug and soft? 
 
 *You try to move, but every movable limb is fastened so tightly you almost feel paralyzed. * 
 
 Now, Mister Lime. I'd like to see your teeth. Say `` aaah.'' 
 
 *You cant move. He fastens clamps around your lips. He presses a button and you feel your lips slowly come apart. Your teeth are completely bared now. Your breathing lets out a faint, yet rapid hiss. * 
 
 Ah. A complete set of teeth. 32 teeth to be exact. It seems you have regular visits to your dentist... 
 
 What's his secret? Or shall I find out myself? Or... 
 
 *He sits down in front of you. He crouches down to meet your gaze. * 
 
 Or shall you tell me *yours*, Mister Lime? 
 
... 
 
 Pity. 
 
 *He places the wire around your teeth. When he presses a button, you feel a slight pierce in your teeth, that intensifies along with a drilling sound. You scream, yet with every bit of air that brushes against your teeth, your dental roots start to burn. Your mouth is now soaked with blood. * 
 
 They do n't call me the dentist for nothing. Now will you answer my question, or shall you lose a few teeth? 
 
 *He brings out pliers from his toolkit. * 
 
 Do you see these? 
 
 *He waves the pliers to your eyes that drip with tears. You tremble in agony. You nod rapidly. * 
 
 You look like you have a few... cavities in your teeth. Oh what to do... what to do... I may have to remove some of them. I prefer not to use anesthetic, as it may sometimes slow the healing process. Or... I could kill you now and save you the pain. Which one will it be? The pulling? Or the swift release of death? 
 
 *You nod keenly and quickly as soon as he mentions `` death''. * 
 
 Now tell me, Mister Lime... Of course you know why you're on the list. You know what you've done, and we at MI6 know, too. 
 
 *He comes closer. * 
 
 Tell me, Mister Lime... Where are you keeping the Queen? 
 
 *You gurgle your answer, but he seems to understand it; he has his ear held up in front of you and he smiles with a nod. * 
 
 Very, good, Mister Lime. 
 
 *He takes a phone out of his pocket. * 
 
 Did you hear all of that, M? 
 
 **Yes, I heard all of it. Come back to base at once for your debriefing. ** 
 
 What shall I do with Mister Lime, here? Shall I reward him for his... compliance? 
 
 **You may do whatever you wish, 004. ** 
 
 Cheerio, Mister Lime. 
 
 *He walks away and turns the light off. The door swings open and bright lights flood the room. He stands there for a second and comes walking back briskly. * 
 
 I forgot! Your cavity. 
 
 *He takes his pliers out and removes your lower right molar. You scream in pain as blood slowly fills up your mouth causing your breaths to gurgle. * 
 
 Good bye and good eve, Mister Lime. 
 
 *He reaches the front door and closes it behind him, leaving you to die from either shock, blood loss, or suffocation. Or all of them. *
