The coffin.
It has your initials. J.B.
At this moment, rather him than me.
At least you've been saved the effort of removing him.
Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
You sound disappointed you did not k*ll him yourself.
I am.
Jacques Bouvar m*rder*d two of my colleagues.
Is there anything else our French station can do for Monsieur Bond?
Later, perhaps.
As I said, later. Come on.
Madame.
I've come to offer my sincere condolences.
My dear Colonel Bouvar.
You shouldn't have opened that car door yourself.
No well-dressed man should be without one.
Very practical.
Get inside.
-They're coming, they're coming! -Hurry.
Hey, no parking here!
Oh, pardon, Monsieur Largo.
The International Brotherhood for Assistance of Stateless Persons...
...is purely philanthropic.
We're not interested in politics, only in your rehabilitation.
We have been able to arrange for visas with the Brazilian Consulate.
The Brotherhood will look after you....
-Good morning, Mr. Largo. -Good morning.
Nice to have you back again.
We pay back everything!
There will be no need.
We have certain funds from private individuals who share our aim.
Sit down, Number Two.
We will discuss your NATO project later.
I regret to inform you all of the death of SPECTRE Number Six.
Colonel Jacques Bouvarwas k*lled by an unknown assassin.
His services will be greatly missed.
We will now proceed with the area of financial reports.
Number Seven.
Blackmail of the double agent, Matsu Fujiwa.
Unfortunately, only 40 million yen...
...all the man had.
Number Ten.
Assassination of Perringe, the French antimatter specialist...
...who went over to the Russians, 3 million francs from...
...the special department of the Quai d'Orsay.
Number Five.
Our consultation fee for the British train robbery, 250,000 pounds.
Number Eleven.
Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States:
Two million three hundred thousand dollars.
Collected by Number Nine and myself.
2.3 million? Our expectations were considerably higher...
...Number Eleven.
Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
I anticipated that factor.
Are you quite sure all moneys...
...have been accounted for by yourself and Number Nine?
To the penny, Number One.
On the contrary, I have satisfied myself that one of you is clearly...
...guilty of embezzlement.
SPECTRE'S a dedicated fraternity whose strength...
...lies in the absolute integrity of its members.
The culprit is known to me...
...and I've decided on the appropriate action.
Let us now proceed with new business.
We will hear from Number Two, who is in charge of our NATO project...
...the most ambitious SPECTRE has ever undertaken.
Your report, Number Two.
Thank you, Number One.
Our intention is to demand a ransom...
...from the North Atlantic Treaty Powers...
...of $280 million. A hundred million pounds.
I have sent SPECTRE agent Count Lippe to the south of England...
...where he is making the necessary preparations.
He is at a health clinic...
...conveniently located near the NATO air base.
-Oh, Pat? -Oh, hello.
I'll see you when I've had a shower.
I'll soon be finished. Mr. Bond, Count Lippe.
You're not taking her away? She's the only joy in this dreary place.
I see you've discovered that too.
-In a half-hour, Pat. -I'll be ready.
I've heard that before.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
A poker. In the hands of a widow.
I'm surprised. I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
A red square with a spike through it.
Yes, I think it's a tong sign. The Red Dragon from Macao.
-Will you ask Records to verify it? -Sorry, sweetie. You're off duty.
-File it till you get back. -Moneypenny...
...next time I see you, I'll put you over my knee.
On yogurt and lemon juice?
I can hardly wait.
Pat, we're behind schedule.
I'm coming.
James, are you there?
I can't hear you, James. Have you fainted?
You're late, Mr. Bond.
Me?
Well, I'd never have recognized myself.
Do I seem healthy?
Too healthy by far.
Take off your bathrobe, please.
You never say that as if you meant it.
Arms above your head, please.
Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!
I can see there's only one place to keep you quiet.
And what's this?
A motorized traction table for stretching the spine.
Some patients call it "the rack."
I'm not surprised.
Oh, get on.
Where's the kick starter?
Stop fooling around and face down, please.
Face down?
By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
I really don't know too much about him.
A Mr. Angelo.
He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash.
There, now. First time I've felt really safe all day.
I'll see how you're doing in 15 minutes.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
What the hell? Hey!
Hey, come back!
Hey! Hey!
Help!
Help! Hey!
Help!
Mr. Bond! Mr. Bond! Mr. Bond!
Oh, thank God!
Thank God. You could have been k*lled!
I must be six inches taller.
Oh, you poor dear.
I can't think how it could have happened.
I can tell you, it's a miracle I came back when I did.
I can only think that you must've pushed the switch accidentally.
You better come along with me.
Spend a few minutes in the steam room.
It'll help to relax you.
-Yes. -Might even shrink you back to size.
Somebody's gonna wish today had never happened.
You wouldn't tell Dr. Wayne?
Please. I'd lose my job.
Well, I....
I suppose my silence could have a price.
You don't mean...?
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
See you later...
...alligator.
What are you doing?!
Now don't you worry. I'll tell the chef.
Let me out of this bloody machine!
Help! Help!
Mink.
It reduces the tensions.
Not mine.
Major Derval's social secretary.
I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo.
-What's that? -Mr. Angelo.
I'm sorry, you got the wrong number.
You don't think you'd be more comfortable if you'd take off-?
-Yes? -Major Derval?
-This is Major Derval. -Your car's waiting.
I'll be down right away. Thank you.
My car's here. Duty calls. Story of my life.
You'll be late at the air base.
And besides, it will give you time to cool off.
You'll be here when I come back?
But I may not be in the mood then.
Wanna bet?
You know your Francois, huh?
I know me.
All right. All right. I told them I'd be down.
Your coat, sir?
Happy landing.
Thank you.
Be good. At least until I get back.
Nobody saw. The corridor's empty.
Shut that door!
He's dead, all right.
Lippe, take over. Is the ambulance outside?
-Everything, as arranged. -Angelo.
Your breathing equipment.
Isolate you from the oxygen supply.
Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you just used.
And most important....
Not enough. A hundred thousand dollars is not enough.
What are you trying to say?
I changed my mind.
Two years of my life...
...studying the film, the reports.
Plastic operations, voice lessons.
Make it a quarter of a million.
Or get someone else.
There is no one else.
Exactly. I am Derval.
Put that away. Angelo's right.
I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement.
This is merely a down payment.
All right. But against quarter of a million.
Agreed.
His watch. Identification disk.
-Au revoir. -No, he always says, "Ciao."
The cap is too far back on your head.
The rest of my money, just have it ready.
Come on. Get him into his pajamas.
Sir. Identity please, sir.
Thank you, sir.
This is a training sortie.
You'll be accompanied by a NATO representative...
...Commandant Derval.
Major Derval of NATO.
It's a routine flight, and you'll be flying a Vulcan at 45,000 feet...
... armed with two atomic bombs, MOS type.
Fuses, as usual, in the white security box.
Oh, those damned airplanes.
They're enough to drive you mad.
Unless, of course, it's that mink glove of yours.
I'll shut out the noise.
James? James? Where are you going?
Nowhere. I'd thought I'd take a little...
...exercise.
You must be joking.
Come on.
Quiet!
Windsor Police here. Can I help you? County Police here.
What's happening? What's going on?
I don't know. Could it be the front doorbell?
No, it most certainly could not.
Hello.
Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
It's funny you should say that.
Point of return:
Forty-five minutes, 30 seconds.
Switch from manual to auto.
Right. Set on a*t*matic. Commandant?
Want to change places with the copilot? Better view up here.
I'd be delighted to.
-eight degrees centigrade.
Sculling. Wind: 290 degrees...
...12 knots.
Plow: two-eighths in 3500...
...five-eighths at 9000.
Temperature: 17 degrees centigrade.
Wind: slight and fair. Sky obscure....
Ramjet Kilo-Kilo-Tango 56. This is sudden radar.
You are now under positive radar control.
This is avoiding action. Turn on to a heading of 090 degrees....
Request you report your position.
Ramjet Mike-Bravo-X-ray, request you report your position.
Report your position.
This is the final control to ramjet Mike-Brayo-X-ray 79, over.
Take this, will you? What's the flap, Dawson?
O/BNR, sir. NATO training flight.
Air traffic lost it on radar, and we can't pick it up anywhere.
Was she losing altitude?
Yes, rapidly. We can't scan below 300 feet, and she may have gone down.
Was she in trouble?
Not according to the last report, which came from here.
-She is armed, isn't she? -Two atomic weapons, sir. MOS type.
Get into the area. Thorough search.
Notify the Admiralty at once. Top priority. Absolute security.
-Ask them to contact Washington. -Very good.
Is there anything else in sight?
No, all clear.
Switch on the underwater landing lights.
Open the underwater hatch.
Open underwater hatch.
-Stand by to winch in the submarine. -Man the winches!
-Get these b*mb fuses to Mr. Kutze. -Right, sir.
Get the submarine up quickly, and unload the bombs.
Kutze, are you pleased with your new toys?
Some safety device. A secret control.
What can they have that the great Landislav Kutze cannot handle?
Life was much simpler in my Warsaw laboratory.
Your share will amount to how many Nobel Prizes?
b*mb forward.
More. More. More. Hold it.
Paris, sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Number Two speaking. Phase two completed.
Number Two has done well, unlike Count Lippe...
...w hose choice of Angelo might have jeopardized the success of our project.
Send a message to the execution branch.
You will write, or telephone at the very least?
Day by day. I'm sorry to dash off...
...but there's been a flap at the office.
What kind of work do you do?
I travel. Sort of a licensed troubleshooter.
Mr. Angelo. Heart att*ck last night.
I'm not surprised.
Keep in touch.
Any time, James. Any place.
Another time. Another place.
You are late!
Yes. Some people on the road really burn you up these days.
In the conference room. Something big.
Every double-0 man in Europe...
...has been rushed in. And the home secretary too.
His wife's probably lost her dog.
Well, now that we're all here....
The prime minister has asked the home secretary...
...to come and represent him here today. The home secretary.
Gentlemen, the tape that you are about to hear...
...was received at 10 Downing Street this morning.
My dear prime minister...
...two atomic bombs, numbers 456 and 457...
...which were aboard NATO flight 759...
...are now in the possession of SPECTRE.
Unless, within the next seven days, your government pays to us...
...one hundred million pounds sterling...
...in a manner to be designated by us...
...we shall destroy a city in England...
...or the United States of America.
Signal your acceptance by arranging...
...for Big Ben to strike seven times...
...at 6 p.m. tomorrow.
The prime minister and the president have talked over the hotline...
...and have agreed that unless the bombs are recovered...
...payment will have to be made.
To avoid general panic...
...complete secrecy will be maintained, and no press announcements.
The prime minister asks that your department take charge.
Thank you, sir.
Sir John.
This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan.
Our search has failed to locate any evidence...
...of a crash or landing.
Worldwide reports have proved negative...
...on all airfields large enough to handle it.
-That's all we have, sir. -Thank you, Sir John.
Well, I'll leave you to carry on.
We'll keep you in touch from Number 10.
Thank you, sir.
You may now open the folders in front of you.
Code name:
"Thunder-ball."
We have very little to go on.
All the members of the crew...
...had top security clearance.
Photos and records are in your files.
You'll work with NATO...
...CIA and all allied intelligence units.
That's all, until you get your individual assignments.
I've assigned you to Station C, Canada.
Captain Pritchard will be your air force liaison.
I respectfully suggest you change my assignment to Nassau.
Is there any other reason, besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
Perhaps this, sir.
Well?
There was a photo of that man in this dossier you gave us.
His name is Derval.
I saw him last night at Shrublands, but he was dead.
Oh, no, sir. Not possible.
He was seen boarding the Vulcan last night.
If 007 says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead...
...that's enough for me to initiate inquiries.
Yes, sir, of course.
-Who's this girl? -Derval's sister, sir.
-Do you know where she is? -Nassau.
You think she's worth going after?
I wouldn't put it that way, sir.
You've only got four days, 007. Don't spend your time sitting around.
No, sir. I won't.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Smashing figure.
I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request.
Was ever a man more misunderstood?
You can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You may be able to con the old man, but I know better.
I could-
So do I, Miss Moneypenny.
And I'll thank you not to refer to me as "the old man."
I think I had a hat when I came in.
James?
How else will you recognize her?
Couldn't miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
Thank you, Mr...?
James Bond. I arrived soon after you went down.
I've been admiring your form.
Have you now? Your name's James Bond, and you're admiring my form?
Most girls just paddle around. You swim like a man.
So do you.
I've had quite a bit of practice. Do you come here often?
Whenever I'm bored. Practically every day.
What else do you do, and where?
-You don't waste time, do you? -No.
-For effort. -Thank you.
I'll wear it so you'll know me next time.
I was right. Couldn't miss.
-I'm not with you. -You soon will be.
Paula, give me a hand, will you?
Get in.
Tell London I've made contact with the girl.
It's not what I'd call contact.
But I'll pass it through you've seen the girl.
Keep trying.
It won't start.
Ahoy, there! Our motor's conked out.
You wouldn't be going to Coral Harbor?
I wasn't, but I could.
I've an appointment there, and I'd appreciate a lift.
Come aboard, then.
You don't mind taking the service boat, do you?
Not at all.
Hurry up!
Lunch by the pool?
How about your urgent appointment?
How long have you been here?
About three weeks.
Don't you ever stop asking questions?
All right, change of tack.
Have some of my conch chowder.
You read the wrong books, Mr. Bond.
About conch chowder?
Being an aphrodisiac.
It just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Friend of yours?
Works for my guardian.
Your guardian has you watched?
He likes to know where I am.
I don't blame him.
-Will you excuse me? -You're not going so soon?
I'm afraid so. My guardian's yacht.
Oh, really?
He'll be expecting me.
May I come? I'd love to meet your guardian.
Oh, no.
Will I see you again?
It's a small island.
-Perhaps we can have dinner together. -No.
My dear, uncooperative Domino-
How do you know that?
How do you know my friends call me Domino?
It's on the bracelet on your ankle.
So! What sharp little eyes you've got.
Wait till you get to my teeth.
Bye, then. See you tomorrow on the beach.
-Five hundred pounds, please. -Certainly.
Thanks.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Two hundred.
Eight.
Someone has to lose.
Yes, I thought I saw a specter at your shoulder.
What do you mean?
The specter of defeat. That your luck was due to change.
We'll soon find out.
Any objections to raise the limit, 500 pounds?
-Too big for me. -Count me out too.
Perhaps you'd like to take the shoe?
My friend won't mind, Mr...?
-Bond. -Oh, yes. Mr. Bond.
One of my associates spoke about you.
Nothing bad, I hope.
It's your specter against mine, huh?
You wish to put the evil eye on me?
We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
You may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
-No. -No.
Seven.
Six.
Eight.
Nine.
You seem to be unbeatable, Mr. Bond.
This sort of thing can't last.
Emilio, you promised to buy me a drink.
Soon. I want to get my money back first.
May I be allowed to buy the lady a drink?
I would appreciate that.
-Thank you. -Then I must pass the shoe.
He'll be impossible if his luck doesn't change.
Somehow I don't think it will tonight.
Beluga caviar and Dom Perignon '55.
Thank you.
I understand you're Mr. Largo's niece.
Sounds better than, what would you say?
-Mistress? Kept woman? -I wouldn't say that.
-Where did you meet him? -In Capri.
I was there with my brother, Francois.
Strange. I found Emilio attractive, then.
-Does he live aboard the yacht? -No. He has a house on the island.
-Must we talk about him? -No.
I'd much rather dance.
So would I.
-Where is your brother now? -In England.
He's a commandant with the NATO forces there.
He's a wonderful person.
The trouble is, I never meet anyone like him.
Only men like Largo and myself.
You are not like Largo.
Why do you say that?
The way you...
...hold me.
There.
How long are you staying in Nassau?
We are going the day after tomorrow.
Then we haven't got very much time.
Emilio wants to leave.
Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
I'd hoped you'd not be so obvious.
When one has little time one has to be obvious.
-You know where you can find me. -Mr. Bond.
Your niece is an excellent dancer.
Let me prove I'm as good a loser as you are a winner.
Come to lunch on Sunday at Palmyra. It's my house here.
Sunday at noon, then.
My dear.
-Good night. -Good night.
Tell me what Mr. Bond had to say. Word for word.
He talked about you a little.
What was he saying? I didn't quite hear.
He asked, were we sleeping aboard tonight.
Interesting.
My key. It's 304, please.
Thank you. 304.
I'm sorry, no mail.
Thank you.
Paula?
Paula?
Well, hello-
That's a fine way to treat the CIA.
Sorry about that, Felix. But you were about to say "007."
Неге.
James, have you k*lled him?
You know me better than that. There you go.
Have you seen everything you came to see?
Go back to your friends and report.
Tell them the little fish I throw back into the sea. Give it to him.
You'll sh**t me in the back.
The g*n, I mean.
Now, move!
Who was he?
Like I said, a small fish. Working for a Mr. Largo.
He's got a yacht we should take a look at later.
Quist to see Mr. Largo.
Open up.
Yes?
It's Quist.
Gently, my friend, gently.
-What did you find? -Nothing.
-You saw Bond? -Yes, I saw him.
What happened?
You let him get the better of you.
Hey, there! Did you finally make contact?
You're late. Felix Leiter, this is Pinder, our man here.
-How do you do? -This way, gentlemen.
-Who's the girl, James? -Paula, my assistant here.
-no plans to visit the United States.
Here's a special announcement from the overseas service of the BBC.
Big Ben actually did strike seven times at 6:00 this evening.
This was a mechanical failure...
... which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in 1898.
Here, once again, are the headlines....
Obviously stalling for time.
-Oh, no. -Ah, 007.
-What a wonderful surprise. -For me too.
I find this business of equipping you in the field, on the run, as it were...
...highly irregular.
Here we have a Geiger counter.
Useful and unobtrusive.
The sweep hand takes the radioactivity count.
-It's waterproof, of course. -But of course.
Now here's something I want you to use with special care.
With special care.
-Everything you give me~ -Is treated with equal contempt.
That's an underwater camera.
It takes eight pictures in rapid succession by pressing that button.
Is that clever?
If it can take pictures in the dark with an infrared film, yes.
Try to be a little less than your usual frivolous self, 007.
Now here's a miniature p*stol...
...which fires a bright red flare. A distress signal.
You should keep it on you day and night.
I resent that remark.
Неге!
Look, do you mind?
If a rebreather isn't available, you can use this device.
For short periods only, of course. Say about four minutes.
-Clever. -You'd only use it as a last resort.
It closes to a convenient pocket-size.
That's assuming one has a convenient pocket.
Pay attention. A recently developed harmless radioactive device.
Harmless.
Which sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Well, obviously you...
...swallow it.
Now?
Let's hope she'll be in the same place tonight.
We'll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later.
Good idea.
Take her in.
A container will be dropped off the coast of Burma...
...in the Mergui Archipelago.
Latitude: 20 degrees north.
Longitude: 60 degrees east.
At 2000 hours Greenwich Mean Time, on May 27th.
It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds...
...between three and eight carats.
Total value to be not less than 100 million pounds...
...present market price.
After we have recovered the container and verified its contents...
...you will be notified on radio frequency 16.23 megacycles...
...where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
-Kenniston, better get on to De Beers. -Yes, sir.
Well, gentlemen...
...unless the bombs are found, I'm afraid we have to pay their price.
Sir.
Oh, yes. Signal from 007 in Nassau. Some things that might interest us.
The Disco Volante is off the casino channel.
We can use the catamaran for cover.
That's fine. You can drop me in the water behind her.
-Any further news from London? -No.
Zero hour is still 2000 hours on the 27th.
That's just 55 hours from now.
Yes. Shall we go?
-This will do here. -We'll meet back at Pinder's.
Good luck.
Turn the underwater lights on.
TV closed-circuit.
Hand grenades.
Ready.
Down there.
There!
Quick, look!
Hey, there's something there!
That's it! Turn around.
Hold that.
Must have hit him with the propeller.
Let's get back and tell Largo.
Can I have a lift?
-Sure. -Thank you.
-You've just about saved my life. -Really?
My outboard capsized, so I had to swim ashore.
How far do you go?
You better fasten your safety belt.
What's your name?
James Bond.
Fiona Volpe.
Do you fly here often?
Do I make you nervous?
No, it's just that I have no desire to be capsized twice in one night.
At least you won't have to swim ashore.
Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?
No, I haven't.
But this is the road to Nassau?
Yes.
Eventually.
Well, this is as far as I go.
Me too. This is my hotel.
-What a coincidence. -Yes, so convenient.
You look pale. I hope I didn't frighten you.
I've always been a nervous passenger.
-Some men just don't like to be driven. -No.
Some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
Well, look at this.
An underwater hatch.
So that's how they could leave and get back.
And nobody saw them.
Obviously, the operation was carried out underwater.
That's where we'll look for the plane. Come on, Felix.
I'll bring the prints to the hotel.
Don't forget, the air force searched the area of 250 miles from Nassau.
So it must be beyond that radius.
If the Disco Volante was out that night.
Sure she was, but Harbor Control said only for six hours.
She couldn't cover 500 miles in that time, no.
About 90 miles is her limit for six hours, and that's out and back.
We've gotta go further out, and we'll need more gas for that.
Let's get back to Nassau. We haven't much time.
You're right, James, we haven't.
Pull!
Of course they are watching us, my dear.
What else have they to do?
You want Bond dead.
I can think of no better arrangement.
Because he tries to make love to your woman?
Because he is Bond, and as an enemy of SPECTRE...
-...should be k*lled. -Mark!
If Bond had d*ed last night as a result of your hastiness...
...his government would have known for certain the bombs are here.
When the time is right, he will be k*lled.
Pull!
I shall k*ll him.
A separate pool.
For sharks, no less. Move in.
Hold on that line.
That's Largo's place, all right. My next port of call.
Mr. Largo?
-Yes, sir. -Thank you.
Can I help?
Why, Mr. Bond. Of course you can.
That looks particularly inviting.
Mr. Bond.
-Welcome to Palmyra. -It's a pleasure.
-I hope I'm not interrupting anything. -What do you mean?
I thought perhaps you had another visitor.
No.
That g*n looks more fitting for a woman.
Do you know much about g*ns, Mr. Bond?
No. I know a little about women.
Mr. Janni, Mr. Vargas. Mr. Vargas, Mr. Janni.
Which is which?
I thought you might have met Mr. Vargas the other night.
I believe I did.
Drinks, sir.
-Rum collins, Mr. Bond? -Yes.
Just about that hour, isn't it?
For you.
Of course, Vargas does not drink.
Does not smoke.
Does not make love.
What do you do, Vargas?
Every man has his passion. Mine is fishing.
What is yours, Mr. Bond?
Well, I'm not what you'd call a passionate man.
I think it's time I went to change.
You must let me show you around.
Oh, I'd love that.
I thought you might.
Pull!
What could be easier?
-Perhaps you'd call one for me? -Of course. Pull!
Seems terribly difficult.
It isn't, is it?
No.
I collect big-game fish for various marine institutions.
Magnificent creatures.
Charming.
The notorious Golden Grotto sharks.
The most savage. The most dangerous.
They know when it's feeding time.
Is the boat yours?
The Disco Volante. I'm very proud of her.
What does she do? About 15 knots?
Better than that. Near 20.
Perhaps you'd like to see over her?
I would, very much.
-Emilio, lunch is ready. -Thank you, darling.
Come along. The conch chowder smells delicious.
Domino, I was just thinking. As I'll be busy this evening...
...perhaps Mr. Bond would be kind enough to take you to the Junkanoo.
It's our local Mardi Gras. You'll be my guest tonight, Mr. Bond.
-That's very kind of you. -It's my pleasure.
Oh, hello.
Hello.
Mr. Bond must have a high opinion of himself.
Opinion?
Yes. He has a date with me too.
I can't under-
Excuse me.
Let me go! Let me go!
-Over here! -Let me go!
Don't let her make so much noise. Use the chloroform.
Largo did promise he'd come, didn't he?
He'll be here, don't worry.
James, I think that man's waving at you.
James, come down here.
Quick!
Excuse me for a second.
-Paula's gone! -What do you mean, gone?
She checked out of the hotel.
You look after Domino.
-Was she onto something? -I don't know. I've gotta find out.
-Watch out for her. -Right.
All right, thank you.
The governor's not happy, but you'll have a power cut all over the island.
I don't care, I just want the lights out in Palmyra.
You'll have it.
What do you mean, she won't talk?
Don't worry, she will.
What's wrong?
Dimitri? Is it a power failure?
All over the island.
-Switch to the emergency generator. -Yes, sir.
Largo told you to be careful.
I didn't k*ll her. She must have taken poison.
Capsule in the mouth. What do you think? Cyanide?
She's dead.
It's Ricardo. Someone's got him.
Search that way. And you, the shark's pool.
What happened?
Leave him. This way.
Stop it! Stop it!
You fools! He's got you all sh**ting at each other!
It started down there!
Over here!
No, no! I got a better idea.
-Lift the tunnel hatch and let them in. -Yes, sir.
Sorry, old chap. Better luck next time.
Tell Leiter to stay with the girl. I'll get back to him soon.
-Anything else? -Tell him Paula's dead.
Hello.
Aren't you in the wrong room?
Not from where I'm standing.
Since you are here, would you mind giving me something to put on?
Anyway, I'm very glad to see you again.
I'm glad to see you again.
I felt you'd been avoiding me.
I had no idea that we were next-door neighbors.
They just moved me down this afternoon.
It's extraordinary, isn't it? Almost as if-
As if it was intended.
Yes, it is extraordinary.
Shouldn't you get out of those wet clothes?
You'll catch your death of cold.
Look, you know we're going to be too late.
Too late for what?
The Junkanoo. I promised my friends I'd meet them there.
Perhaps you know them? The Largos.
Questions, questions. All I get is questions!
But the music is gonna go on all night anyhow.
Enough to drive you wild.
Do you like wild things, Mr. James Bond?
Wild? You should be locked up in a cage.
This bed feels like a cage. All these bars.
Do you think I'll be safe?
You made a shocking mess out of my hair, you sadistic brute.
Will you zip me up, please?
No wonder you can get dressed so quickly.
On the way, we can have a little talk.
You may find it interesting. Come on.
I'm coming.
I hate to think I'm gonna miss anything.
Now we can go somewhere for an interesting talk.
Friends of yours, no doubt.
Come in.
You dress quickly too. I didn't see that g*n in the mirror.
Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.
And when did you find out?
You're wearing the same ring as Largo.
It's a ring I like to wear.
Vanity has its dangers.
Vanity, Mr. Bond?
Something you know so much about.
Don't flatter yourself. What I did this evening was for king and country.
You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
But of course. I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond.
James Bond, who only has to make love to a woman...
...and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing.
She repents and immediately returns to the side of right and virtue.
But not this one.
What a blow it must have been. You, having a failure.
Well, you can't win them all.
We'll take him out the front way. Go and get the car.
Careful, Mr. Bond. Careful.
Now look.
Call Palmyra and tell them we've been held up by the Junkanoo.
Like to have a drink?
-Get him away! -Go away!
Don't you try anything.
-It's real firewater. -Get out!
Get out of here!
Can't harm you, ma'am.
After him!
You haven't seen anything?
Look!
Follow me. You, that side. You, there.
Stay with us, now.
-Thanks, I'd love to. -Love to what?
You're mad! Do you know that?
Yes, isn't everyone?
May I cut in?
You should've said your wife was here.
Do you come here often?
It's no good, you trying to escape, Mr. Bond.
I don't want to escape.
Strange as it may seem, I've grown accustomed to your face.
Why don't you come with us quietly?
You don't seem to understand. You see, I enjoy my dancing.
Mind if my friend sits this one out?
She's just dead.
You'll leave here at 0600 hours...
...and land at Aden to refuel.
You will then proceed to the Mergui Archipelago to make your drop.
Precisely at 20 degrees north, 60 degrees east.
The diamonds will be in a special container....
I hate to give in like this.
Paying the blood money.
-Letting them b*at us. -Have you an alternative?
I'm afraid I haven't.
Your man, 007, I thought he was onto something.
I thought so too.
-False alarm. -Afraid so.
He obviously has a highly developed sense of, shall we say, "drama."
If 007 thought he was onto-
It's a pity he didn't make sure before he shouted the odds.
Well, we have exactly 14 hours and 50 minutes.
Then we shall have to pay up and look as happy as we can, shan't we?
That's it. We've looked about everywhere.
We've gotta find that plane.
You won't find it down there. That's the Golden Grotto.
Golden Grotto?
Yeah. All you'll find down there are sharks.
Take it down, I want a closer look.
-Closer look at what? -Never mind, take it down quick.
Set her down. I think we've found it.
There's something down there.
I'll take a look.
sh**t one of those sharks, it'll keep the others occupied.
I don't know how long they'll take to finish him off, but they'll be back.
-I'll keep an eye on them. -Good.
Take this.
She's down there.
-Are the bombs onboard? -No.
Oh, great. Now what's our next move?
We'll check on the Disco Volante. If the bombs aren't there, they will be.
Who are you going to ask? Largo?
No. I don't think we'll have to.
I hope we didn't frighten the fish.
Sea egg spines. They're poisonous!
Here, give me your arm.
Sit down.
Now turn over.
This is going to hurt a bit.
First time I've tasted women. They're good.
You're the only man to ever make me cry.
Except Francois, my brother, when we were children.
Domino, I have to tell you something.
I'm sorry, James. I didn't mean to embarrass you, speaking of love.
I must hurt you again.
You're going away.
"So sorry, my dear, but it's all over."
No, it's about your brother.
What about him?
Francois.
He's....
He's dead.
What happened?
It's a long story...
...and it involves your friend Largo.
Domino, I need your help.
Of course.
That's why you made love to me.
I can't explain what this is all about.
But you must trust me.
Because you need my help.
Largo had your brother m*rder*d. It was on his orders.
Hundreds of thousands of people will die...
...and very soon, if you don't help me.
That much we know, but there's something we don't.
When are the bombs being loaded aboard the Disco Volante?
How could I know that?
That you'll have to find out.
It won't be easy.
Could be very dangerous.
What can he do to me he hasn't already done?
Then you'll do it?
-Yes. -Good.
This is a Geiger counter.
Press this lever. If it starts clicking, the bombs are aboard.
-What do I do then? -Go straight up on deck.
The Disco Volante is being watched. You'll be spotted.
Vargas is behind you.
Really?
He must've followed us.
I think he got the point.
It should've been Largo.
Largo. When did he expect you back?
Very soon now. He said not to be late, he was most insistent.
Go back. I'll take care of Vargas.
James, understand. I'm doing this for my brother, for what he did to him.
But promise me you'll k*ll Largo for me, whatever happens.
-We haven't much time. -All right.
Something I remembered, it may not be important.
Tell me.
The bridge over the canal, Largo never allows strangers to go near it.
Nearby, there's a flight of steps.
-Where do they lead to? -Into the sea.
On the far side of Palmyra.
Perhaps it is important after all.
Put on your equipment.
-Has the girl gone aboard the Disco? -Yes, sir. Signal received-
-If she is onboard, where's 007? -That's a question.
Stand by. Five seconds.
Watch my signal.
-Prepare to get underway. -Aye, sir.
Captain.
Weigh anchor.
Get underway immediately.
Once we pick up the merchandise, head for our target area, Miami.
The Disco Volante is leaving.
I told you to stay in your cabin.
It's stuffy, I want air.
My dear, did you not hear me?
-Where did you get that? -I bought it.
-Let me see. -No, why should I?
Mr. Bond gave you this little toy, I imagine.
And Vargas is dead.
No, my dear, there is no escape for you.
Like your friend, you've been too clever.
And now you are caught.
You've given me much pleasure, Domino.
But in return, unless you tell me how much Bond knows...
...I'll be forced to cause you great pain.
This for heat...
...these for cold...
...applied scientifically and slowly.
Very, very slowly.
What do you want?
We're activating the bombs. You wanted to be told.
Oh, yes.
A private little matter, my friend, between the young woman and myself.
Go.
Do not live in hope, my dear. There's no one to rescue you.
Now, go on.
It's a good thing the homing capsule he swallowed is still working.
Straight ahead.
Go right. Go on right.
Good. That's him.
Hold it.
Up.
Get your radio man on to Orlando Beach.
Warn them the target is Miami. The b*mb is transferred...
...from the Disco Volante onto a wreck off Fowley Point.
Right. Hang on to that.
And the kitchen sink.
On you, everything looks good.
Take this.
Good luck.
-Weigh anchor. -Aye, aye, sir.
Make smoke.
Making smoke. Now.
Stand by for conversion.
Standing by.
Jettison cocoon.
Cocoon's away.
Keep f*ring! They're closing!
Come on! Fire more, more!
Get away from there.
We've still got one b*mb aboard.
He's gone mad.
Please talk to them for me.
Tell them I did what I had to do, what I was told to do.
Where is it?
Look, the b*mb cannot be exploded now.
I threw the arming device into the sea. Do you understand?
Yes.
Get him! Get him!
I'm glad I k*lled him.
You're glad?
-Who's he? -I don't know, but he helped me.
Look out, the rocks!
The reef!
He's jammed the controls. Come on.
-Jump! -I never learned to swim.
Never too late to learn.
Get down!
Bond- Thunderball (1965)
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