the dying words of Alec Trvelyan to his friend James, at a facility somewhere over Siberia way, somewhere round there.
'Dying' a misnomer? No. Since giving sound to this clause Trevelyan becomes dead to James, and when he comes back at the park of crumbling stakhonovites
he is vitally scarred facewise, his inner turmoil is the big reveal
At the park Alec T. is in a place where he has had all Hull visisted upon him, alot, ok some of it anyway, all he could ever ask for.
Go ahead James, finish the Job, blow them all to Hull:
Literary masterchef screenwriter to bond, stews a reference to Ted Hughes, and all that spent quaint