Live and Let Die (1973) - full transcript

...was so ably pointed out
by the Secretary-General

in his opening remarks.

But, and I must emphasize this point,

no formula can or will
ever cover each case.

For instance...

...when three or more applicants
have been recognized,

which is in direct contradiction to...

Whose funeral is it?

Yours.

♪ When you were young ♪

♪ And your heart was an open book ♪



♪ You used to say live and let live ♪

♪ You know you did, you know you did ♪
♪ You know you did ♪

♪ But if this ever-changing world ♪
♪ in which we live in ♪

♪ Makes you give in and cry ♪

♪ Say live and let die ♪

♪ Live and let die ♪

♪ What does it matter to ya? ♪

♪ When you got a job to do, ♪
♪ you got to do it well ♪

♪ You got to give ♪
♪ the other fellow hell ♪

♪ You used to say live and let live ♪

♪ You know you did, you know you did ♪
♪ You know you did ♪

♪ But if this ever-changing world ♪
♪ in which we live in ♪

♪ Makes you give in and cry ♪

♪ Say live and let die ♪



♪ Live and let die ♪

One more time again?

Not married by any chance, are you?

Good morning, 007.

Good morning.

- Insomnia, sir?
- Instructions.

You haven't much time.
I'll explain as you pack.

Pack, sir?

Three of our agents have been killed
during the last 24 hours.

Dawes in New York.
Hamilton in New Orleans.

- And Baines in the Caribbean.
- Baines, I rather liked Baines.

We shared the same bootmaker.

Coffee, sir?

I take it these killings are connected.

That's precisely
what you're going to find out.

Baines was working on a small island
in the Caribbean called San Monique.

Dawes was in New York

keeping an eye on its prime minister,
one Dr. Kananga.

Hamilton was on loan to the Americans
in New Orleans.

Is that all it does?

By the way,
congratulations seem to be in order.

The Italians were most impressed
by the way you handled the Rome affair.

Thank you, sir. Sugar?

Thanks.

Well, the authorities
were more than helpful.

There's one small complaint.

They seem to be missing
one of their agents,

a Miss Caruso.

You wouldn't happen
to know where she is?

Miss Moneypenny.

Morning, Moneypenny.

- Good morning, sir.
- Certainly the hour that's indecent.

Really? I've got your ticket to New York.

Q has repaired your wristwatch.

And some background material
on San Monique.

Thank you, Moneypenny.

I'm sure the overburdened British
taxpayer will be fascinated to know

how the Special Ordnance Section
disburses its funds.

In future, Commander,
allow me to suggest

a perfectly adequate watchmaker,
just down the street.

Good God.

You see, by pulling out this button, sir,

it turns the watch into
a hyper-intensified magnetic field.

Powerful enough to even deflect
the path of a bullet

at long range, or so Q claims.

I feel very tempted
to test that theory right now.

If you don't mind, Commander, my spoon.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Thank you.

Dr. Kananga is, at present, in New York.

The CIA have been informed, and
they're helping out with the surveillance.

Your flight arrives at 11:30 a. m.

Now, where did I leave my coat?

Oh, allow me.

Thank you.
Come along, Miss Moneypenny.

- Morning, Bond.
- Sir. Miss Moneypenny,

thank you.

Goodbye, James.

Or should I say ciao, bello.

Such a delicate touch.

Sheer magnetism, darling.

A man comes.

He travels quickly.

He has purpose.

He comes over water.

He travels with others.

He will oppose.

He brings violence and destruction.

Hello. Mr. Leiter for you, sir.

Thank you. Hello, Felix. How are you?

Traffic permitting, I should be with you
in about half an hour.

Then you can buy me
the best lunch in New York.

Fine, James.
Your friend Kananga has just left the UN.

He's probably headed back to his embassy.

No, no, don't worry. I've got the place
eyeballed, wired for sound, the works.

Right. I'll see you in about a half hour.

Easy, Charlie.
Let's get there in one piece.

Charlie?

Right. Stand by.

Here comes Kananga's limousine.

Out he gets

with the usual goon squad

and the girl.

Time, 11:46.

What is that?

Hello, Felix?
You know how I hate to trouble you,

but I've run into a little bother.

You what?

Get me a make on a white pimpmobile.

347 Nelson-David-George.

It would seem, Dr. Kananga,
that the conference has not lived up

to your prior expectations.

Well, we can only hope
that this is a temporary setback.

However, I do have some observations
to make.

Take a letter, please.

To Secretary-General,
Pan Island Unity Conference.

Sir.

I wish to point out that...

...too many of our island neighbors

have once again let themselves be

bullied by United States industry.

The story is an old one,

the record a clear one.

Since my historic statement of principles

was delivered and acted upon
some six months ago,

our economic outlook
has improved dramatically.

By exercising our policy of friendship
to all with favoritism towards none,

new respect for the entire area
has been engendered.

And even though
some of my most important...

James, that car is registered
to a shop at 33, East 65th Street.

That's only a block away from here. Right.

Take your time, buddy.
Kananga's knitting a flag in there.

It might be the easiest thing to do.

Something in heads?

Just browsing. Thank you.

$5.

Do you think you could gift-wrap it
for me, please?

Lengthwise, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

...remains my first concern.

Thus, San Monique's future obligations
vis-à-vis her island neighbors

would seem clear.

Those who fawn and crawl
in the face of intimidation

must perforce to look up
to those who stand proudly

wrapped in a justifiable self-confidence.

The time has come,

painful as it may be,

to gaze out among our sister nations
in the area

and see if any stands tall...

He's tailing.

I got him in my sights.

- Hey, you know where you going, man?
- Uptown, I believe.

Uptown? You headed into Harlem, man.

Well, you just keep on the tail
of that jukebox

and there's an extra 20 in it for you.

Hey, man, for 20 bucks

I'll take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout.

125th, you got a honky on your tail.

He's heading east.

Can't miss him.
It's like following a cue ball.

That's the car.
They must have gone inside.

Pull up where you can.

Sure hope you make friends easy.

Right on, brother.

He's heading on in.

Good afternoon.
Bourbon and water, please.

First booth will do.

- Tell him neat, would you?
- Huh?

- No ice.
- That's extra, man.

I'd like something on the side
as well, information.

Three men and a girl came in.

Relax, baby.

Mr. Big's gonna take care of you
in a minute.

Black queen on the red king, Miss...

- Solitaire.
- My name's Bond.

James Bond.

I know who you are, what you are
and why you've come.

You have made a mistake.
You will not succeed.

Rather a sweeping statement,
considering we've never met.

The cards have followed you for me.

Now, you get ripped off in Detroit,
baby, you yell out to me, you hear?

Is he armed?

You can't be too careful
in New York City these days.

Funny how the least little thing
amuses him.

Oh, fascinating.

Well, that's you, quite obviously.

An amazing resemblance.

Tell me, am I in there as well?

Pick a card.

Turn it over.

You have found yourself.

I'm telling you,
you all go out there to LA and clean it up,

or I'm coming out there and clean you up,
and I mean that!

Is this the stupid mother
that tailed you uptown?

There seems to be some mistake.
My name is...

Names is for tombstones, baby.

You all take this honky out
and waste him, now.

- "Waste him"? Is that a good thing?
- The reading is over.

Nothing about my future?

Us?

Now, promise you'll stay right there.
I shan't be long.

Thank you.

Keep your hands up, honky.

What does he think this is?
I'll blow his frigging head off, man.

Drop it!

Now.

"Harold Strutter, CIA."
Where were you when I didn't need you?

Kind of obvious
you weren't coming out front,

not even with that clever disguise
you're wearing.

Whiteface in Harlem.

Good thinking, Bond. Let's get out of here.

I'm surprised they didn't spot you, too.

There's a most remarkable girl
back there with a deck of cards.

I saw those cards on the way up.
Spades, James, every one.

You were nailed the minute you left 74th.

There's only supposed to be one man
who can pull together

that much black muscle in this town.

Calls himself Mr. Big.

You name the business,
they say he has a black concession.

What would a foreign prime minister
like Kananga

want with an American gangster?

The question is, what would Mr. Big
want with a two-bit island diplomat?

Mr. Big?
Where the hell does he fit into this mess?

A genuine Felix lighter. Illuminating.

Now, listen, James,

we just found out
that Kananga's got a private plane

and he's leaving for San Monique
within the hour.

Then get me on the next available flight,
will you, Felix?

I already did.

I just knew you wouldn't pass up a chance
to get away from where the real action is.

The legendary Baron Samedi, folks.

That's Saturday,
for those of you who speak French.

Voodoo god of cemeteries
and chief of the legion of the dead.

The man who cannot die.

But for our purposes, just a performer
in a little musical extravaganza

we've cooked up for you wonderful people.

Good evening. The name is Bond.
You have a reservation for me.

Yes, Mr. Bond, of course.
Mrs. Bond has been expecting you.

- Mrs. Bond?
- She arrived earlier this afternoon, sir.

Said she preferred
something a little more private.

Bungalow 12.

An incurable romantic, Mrs. Bond.

Room service, please.

Room service?
This is Mr. Bond, bungalow 12.

I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please.
Slightly chilled.

Two glasses. Thank you.

Anybody home?

Your champagne, sir.

- What was that?
- Your champagne.

Put it on the table. Thanks.

- Shall I open it?
- What?

Shall I open it?

No. I can manage. Thank you.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Bond, I presume?

I'm Rosie Carver.

I guess I have a little explaining to do.

Yes. Either you

or dear Uncle Felix.

Custom. 38 Smith & Wesson.

Corrugated 3-inch stock. No serial number.

Standard CIA issue.

Question is, why point it at me?

The man who delivered your champagne
is not a hotel waiter.

I was just trying to be careful.

As for Felix Leiter, you're right.

I've worked for CIA down here
for some time now,

and he cabled me you were coming and
asked if I wouldn't help out, if I could.

Perhaps you'd better start
by getting your head together.

- There's a mirror in the bathroom.
- Yes.

You're only my second mission, you know.

My first was Baines,
the agent who was killed.

It's a relief to know I'm next in line
for the same kind of aid.

There's a...

- There's a...
- A snake. I forgot. I should've told you.

You should never go in there
without a mongoose.

I should have never
gotten into any of this.

I'm going to be completely useless to you.

I'm sure we'll be able
to lick you into shape.

It's getting late, Mrs. Bond.

Tomorrow is going to be
a very busy day for us.

You see, Kananga is protecting something
down here,

something which

Baines obviously discovered.

You're going to show me the spot
where Baines' body was found.

That, I'm afraid,
only leaves us tonight to, well,

catch up on old times.

Felix told me there'd be moments like this.

What did good old Felix suggest?

If all else failed, cyanide pills.

I settled for two bedrooms.

Good night, Mr. Bond.

Mrs. Bond.

Why, it's just a hat, darling,
belonging to a small-headed man

of limited means
who lost a fight with a chicken.

It's a warning. Get it out of here!

Please.

Please don't leave me alone tonight.

James, please promise me.

All right, darling, if you insist.

I promise.

I thank you.

Rosie!

Breakfast's up!

- Rosie, are you ready yet?
- What?

I have to see about organizing a car.

I'll see you in the lobby.

Over here, sir. Over here.
Guaranteed big fish.

- Catch big fish, sir.
Hey, baby.

Over here. Bring your man over here.
Just $20. Half a day.

You got warm lady.
We got cold beer over here, man.

You wanna catch a big fish, sir?
It's only 2 pounds over here.

Good morning.

Come on, Rosie.
This one seems eager enough.

Excuse me. Where can I change?

Me. Clothes off. Where?

Stop right there.

Turn around slowly.

Keep your hands up!

As I was saying, Quarrel, a lousy agent.

But the compensations
speak for themselves.

Rosie Carver, meet the man
who shares my hairbrush,

Quarrel Junior.

I'm really sorry.

I could've shot you.

You might have even killed me
if you'd taken off the safety catch.

Never mind, darling.

You just let us know when we get
to the spot where Baines was killed.

It's up in the hills
just after we clear the next cove.

Hey, Quarrel, who the hell lives up there?

That's the house of the Kananga woman.

She's supposed to have
the power of the obeah.

No one on the island
dare go up there except him.

He comes again.

There will be violence.

He approaches even now.

By land or water?

Water.

He has arrived.

Good.

Rosie's been more efficient
than I anticipated.

I know a place
where we can rustle up a car.

Beautiful, brave and now resourceful.

Rosie, you seem to be staging
a remarkable comeback.

Tell me about the future.

Is it death?

I said, is it death?

It is death.

They're coming.

Rosie knows what to do.

Now, I want no bodies this time, no trace.

It's down there.

But I thought you said Baines
was killed up in the hills, darling.

Up in the hills down there.

Why don't we have
a bite of lunch and discuss it?

There's an excellent patty in the hamper.

I'm in no hurry.

Are you?

No.

James, you don't know
what finding you has meant to me.

Oh, I can imagine.

And you've no idea
what finding this has meant to me.

You do know what the Queen of Cups
means in an upside-down position?

A deceitful, perverse woman,
a liar, a cheat.

And I'd like some answers now.

Please.

You don't understand, see.
They'll kill me if I do.

And I'll kill you if you don't.

But you couldn't. You wouldn't.

Not after what we've just done.

I certainly wouldn't
have killed you before.

It used to be a convincing act, Rosie.
It's wearing a little thin now.

It's not an act. It's...

Make your choice.

Rosie.

You will explain what went wrong.

I see the intervention of a woman.

The girl was about to confess.
We had to kill her.

The trap was set.

Tee Hee was waiting.

And you saw death.

It must have been the girl's death.

If you do not ask specific questions

I cannot be responsible for
your misinterpretation of the answers.

These growing signs of impertinence
begin to disturb me, Solitaire.

Even as they did
with your mother before you.

She had the power and lost it,
became useless to me.

You will not make the same mistake.

Solitaire.

Where is Bond now?

Where is Bond now?

I cannot see
when you are this way with me.

Things become unclear.

Let us hope these momentary lapses
do not become a habit.

Your power exists to serve me,

and it is mine to control.

If and when the time comes
I decide you are to lose it,

I myself will take it away.

Solitaire, go to sleep.
You have made me angry with you,

and I have no wish to be.

Tee Hee.

Put down those cards.

It is a blasphemy.

They tell nothing to those who cannot see.

But they do. That's a bit of luck.

Good luck for both of us.

The cards say we will be lovers.

You're mistaken.

It's impossible, forbidden for me.

Now you must go.

But you do believe,

I mean really believe, in the cards.

They have never lied to me.

Then they won't now.

Pick one.

You knew the answer before it was given.

Strangely enough, somehow

so did I.

So it's finally happened.

Just as it did to my mother

and her mother before her.

Well, of course it did.

Well, you're visual proof of that,
aren't you?

Come on. Cheer up, darling.

Has to be a first time for everyone.

Now, tell me, where's Kananga?

I cannot see.

- Oh, yes, the cards. I'll get them.
- No.

There's no need to be frightened.

You'll soon be rid of him, I promise.

I promise.

I just need a little bit of information,
that's all.

The power,

I've lost it.

The high priestess

is wife to the prince,
no longer of this world.

The spiritual bridge to the secret church.

It's my fate.

By compelling me to earthly love,

the cards themselves
have taken away my powers.

Darling, I have a small confession to make.

Now, try not to be too upset.

The deck was slightly stacked in my favor.

It makes no difference.

The physical violation cannot be undone.

When he finds out I've lost my power,

he'll kill me.

Now, come on. He'll have to find you first.

Lovers' lesson number one,
we have no secrets.

For example, I have a boat waiting.

You can be on it.

All I have to know before we leave is

what goes on back there in Voodooland.

Darling, three men and a girl have been
killed in the last four days,

not counting the number of times
they've tried to stop me from discovering

whatever Kananga's protecting.

Now, do you want to be
on that boat or not?

I simply read the cards for him.

I've never been there,
and he's never taken me there.

I've never dared to go,

but I've looked in the cards.

I've seen great riches there.

They'll kill you.

Us, darling.

They will kill us.

Lovers' lesson number two,

togetherness till death do us part,
or thereabouts.

Is there time before we leave

for lesson number three?

Absolutely.

There's no sense in going off half-cocked.

- This way.
- How can you be so sure?

Well, these scarecrows are to scare people
away. You're not scared, are you?

Lesson number four,
follow the scarecrows.

- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning.

It's sure gonna be a beautiful day.

Yes, sir, a beautiful day.

They're heading for the hill.

They're here.

If he finds it, kill him.

Quick!

We've lost him. He has the girl.

They're somewhere under the nets.

At any cost, any.

Bond must die.

Unit two-five, we have picked them up.

Base to two-five. Arrest Bond.

But, I repeat,
the girl is not to be touched.

Message received and understood.
Over and out.

Base to all units.

I repeat, the girl is not to be touched.

Sweet mother of pearl.

All change. End of the line.

Get down below quickly.

Here. I'll do that. You get us started.

It appears a bust.

James.

He'll be looking for me now.
I know he'll never stop.

Come on, darling.

It's all over.

Voodooland was just poppy fields.

A simple matter of heroin smuggling.

I'll have a word or two with a man named
Felix and turn the entire case over to him.

And you and I will be off.
By the way, where would you like to go?

Anywhere where we can find one of these.

How quickly can we
make it to New Orleans?

Santa Mina, four hours away.

You can catch a flight
and be there in the morning.

Then get in touch with Felix
on the scrambler.

Tell him to meet me there tomorrow.
Royal Orleans Hotel.

Tampa is closer.

Hamilton was killed in New Orleans,
so there has to be a connection.

And this is a valuable
piece of merchandise we are carrying,

which with any luck, they'll want back.

Royal Orleans Hotel, please.

Are you sure this is
the way to New Orleans?

I don't know, but it sure beats
the hell out of Harlem, don't it?

Well, hello, Jim. What's happening, baby?

Just ease back now, Jim. Relax.

Mr. Big wants to see you.

You made a mistake back
on that island, Bond.

You took something that
didn't belong to you,

and you took it from a friend of Mr. Big's.

That type of mistake is
tough to bounce back from.

- But I've only just arrived.
- Today is your lucky day, Jim.

You're going skydiving.

There's a hell of a view of
the lake from 10,000 feet.

My only regret is
I won't be there to see it.

- Good morning. You're...
- Mrs. Bell. You're not my instructor.

- Where's Mr. Bleeker?
- Indisposed. I'll be giving the lesson.

Come on, come on!

What's on for today?

Well, let's just wing it,
shall we, Mrs. Bell?

You're over-revving.

Leroy, slow down!
For Pete's sake, slow down!

Do what the man say!
I can't find the brake!

Close those doors!

Holy shit.

Look out! Look out!

Okay, Don. Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

Right. Talk to you later.
I gotta go and give a lesson.

Same time tomorrow, Mrs. Bell?

Yes, Mr. Bleeker.

Yes, sir. Well, I know you just
can't glue the wings back on.

Now, Mr. Bleeker, I'm sure
there's no reason for name-calling.

No, that's fine.

- You can fit the rest this afternoon.
- Right, sir.

Don't forget the double vents.

I appreciate she may be
one of your best pupils, yes.

That'll do nicely. That's a little frantic.
I'll keep the other three.

- Yes, sir.
- Mr. Bleeker, any suggestion of that kind

should be forwarded in writing
to Washington.

- How is Mrs. Bell?
- Intensive care. But she'll pull through.

Yes, sir. Oh, no, sir, no one's
questioning your patriotism.

I'm sure you're a veteran, sir.

Felix, you might find out if there's
a Fillet of Soul restaurant in town.

James, we're way ahead of you.

It's on Docker Street.
Strutter's watching it now.

Hell of a send-off.

This way.

- Where's Strutter?
- He's gotta be inside somewhere.

Two, gentlemen?

I got a nice booth over here
just against the wall.

Do you think you could find something
a little closer to the stage?

- What's wrong with a booth?
- I once had a nasty turn in a booth.

- Bourbon. No ice, please.
- Two Sazeracs.

Where's your sense of adventure, James?
This is New Orleans. Relax.

♪ When you were young ♪

♪ And your heart was an open book ♪

♪ You used to say live and let live ♪

- One of you guys called Felix Leiter?
- Yeah. Right here.

Telephone call for you.
Guy called Strutter.

Thanks. For a minute there, I thought
Harry was laying down on the job.

♪ Say live and let die ♪

♪ What does it matter to ya? ♪

♪ When you got a job to do, ♪
♪ you got to do it well ♪

♪ You got to give the other fellow hell ♪

What happened to my...

- What happened to my friend?
- What happened to your friend? Listen...

Thanks for dropping in, baby.

Yeah, you one tough pig to nail down.

You've been picking at me
like some kind of maggot.

First, you go up to Harlem
and kill one of the brothers.

That disturbed me.

Well, then you go and steal
this valuable young lady

from my good friend, Dr. Kananga.

Now, old Kananga, he believes in all
that card crap. I mean, he's mad.

Well, possession being
nine points of the law,

I would say Kananga is your problem now.
Thank you.

In fact, if I were you,
I'd watch my step from now on.

Yeah, well, you just let me handle
our business with the man.

I've got my own plans for you, baby.

But first,

there's one little question
that he wants answers for.

In that case, you'd better ship me back
to the island and let him ask in person.

I'm not in the habit of
giving answers to lackeys.

You damn lucky you got a ear left
to hear the question with.

Which is,

did you mess with that?

That's between Solitaire and myself and
Kananga. I'll tell him when I see him.

You ain't gonna see the sunlight
unless you answer me!

I had no idea
you were so frightened of him.

- Did you touch her?
- When I see Kananga.

Right.

Quite revealing.

Kananga, poppy grower in thousands
of acres of well-camouflaged fields

protected by the voodoo threat
of Baron Samedi.

And as Mr. Big, distributor and wholesaler

through a chain of
Fillet of Soul restaurants.

Wholesale?

Sell heroin for money?

My apologies.
I'm sure you simply give it away.

Excellent, Mr. Bond.

That's precisely what I intend to do.

Two tons of it to be exact.

When entering
into a fiercely competitive field,

one finds it advisable
to give away free samples.

Man or woman, black or white.
I don't discriminate.

Two tons of heroin with a street value
well over a billion dollars,

nationally distributed free?

That should make a certain group of
families rather angry, wouldn't you say?

Angry?

Why, my dear Mr. Bond,

it'll positively drive them
out of their minds

and, subsequently, out of the business.

Quite ingenious.
A sort of junkie's welfare system.

Well, merely until the number
of addicts in the country

has doubled, shall we say.

Then I will begin to market that acreage
that you blundered into the other day.

That heroin will be very expensive indeed,
leaving myself and the phone company

the only two going monopolies
in this nation for years to come.

And here I thought it was Solitaire
did the fortunetelling.

Let's hope for both of your sakes
she still can.

The question still stands, Mr. Bond,
asked by the gentleman concerned.

Did you touch her?

Why, it's not the sort of question
a gentleman answers.

Well, having set the example,

I don't expect Miss Solitaire
to be any less the lady.

By the way,

that's a particularly handsome
watch you're wearing, Mr. Bond.

- May I see it, please?
- You'll forgive me if I don't get up.

Butterhook.

Tee Hee,

on the first wrong answer
from Miss Solitaire,

you will snip the little finger
of Mr. Bond's right hand.

Starting with the second wrong answer,

you'll proceed to the more vital areas.

Solitaire, my dear,

I want you to listen to me very carefully.

On the back of Mr. Bond's watch,
the registration number

3-2-6-6.

Do I speak the truth?

You speak the truth.

Well.

If nothing else, at least
I have laid your fears to rest.

My compliments on a splendid operation.

There is one thing, however, the...

Whisper, take him to the farm.

When do we start back?

Soon, Solitaire, soon.

Solitaire, why?

I treated you well. You lacked for nothing.

- I don't understand what you...
- Mr. Bond's watch, my dear.

I gave you every break possible.
You had a 50-50 chance.

You weren't even close.

I had no choice.

Please believe me. The cards.

When the time came,
I myself would have given you love.

You knew that. You knew that!

There's only one proper way
to deal with this.

And one proper time.

The tonnage order is nearly complete.

We move it out tonight.

And I mean tonight.

Mr. Bond.

How much do you know
about crocodiles, Bond?

Oh, I've always tried to keep them
at arm's length, myself.

Cute little nippers, ain't they?

I don't suppose those potential
overnight bags are orphans?

Oh, no.
We have some moms and dads, as well.

In fact, quite a few thousand.

This is the part I like best, feeding time.

I suspect the highlight of the tour.

Some of these babies
live to be 200 years old.

Look over there.

That's an alligator.
You can always tell by its round nose.

There's old Albert.

He's a croc.

Got over-careless with him sometime
back and he took my whole arm off.

- Well done, Albert.
- They'll eat anything, even each other.

Then again, sometime they can go
a whole year without eating.

Oh, I was rather counting on that.

There are two ways
to disable a crocodile, you know.

I don't suppose you care
to share that information with me?

One way is to take a pencil and jam it
in the depression hole behind his eyes.

And the other?

Oh, the other is twice as simple.

You just put your hand in his mouth

and pull his teeth out.

It's on fire!

Adam, get him!

Adam, get the car! Cut him off!
Hector, move, damn it!

Bond ripped off one of our boats!
He's headed for the Irish Bayou.

The man that gets him stays alive.

Now, move, you mother...

Toby!

Toby, I got me a regular
Ben-Hur down here

doing 95 minimum.

- Need any help, J.W.?
- Hell, no!

You got a set of wheels
that just won't quit, boy.

If they're yours, that is.

You spin around, boy.
Ten fingers on the fender.

Legs apart.

I'm sure this ain't exactly
your debut with this sort of thing.

You picked the wrong parish
to haul ass through, boy.

Nobody cuts and runs
on Sheriff J.W. Pepper.

And it's him speaking, by the by.

What the...

J.W., soon as you nail
that offending vehicle,

Miss Pearson just called.

Seems her dog's foaming all at the mouth.

She's got him locked up in her shed,

wondering if you'd like to come over
and shoot it for her.

You tell Miss Pearson take a flying...

That look like a boat stuck
in the sheriff's car there, Eddie?

Boy, where you been all your life?
That there's one of them new car-boats.

By the powers invested in me
by this parish

I hereby do commandeer this vehicle

and all those persons within.

And that means you, smartass.

Unit 23 in position.

Ten-four, 23. Come in, 28.

Hey, J.W., seems like Deke Rogers

done got his boat stole off the river.

But picked up a new one
in his swimming pool.

Sheriff, you want
to get your boys off our frequency?

Give me that!
Now you listen to me, trooper boy!

We got a swamp full of black Russians

driving boats to beat the dam down here!

Relax, Sheriff. We've got a roadblock
waiting for them at Miller's Bridge.

Unit 26 at Miller's Bridge.
We're just about all set here.

Make that secure there, you hear?

Okay, fellas, here they come.

All right, out of my way!
I'm in charge here!

You two boys, come on!

I don't want excuses, trooper.
I want those two men and their boats

- apprehended immediately, did you hear?
- Yes, sir, Captain.

I understand. But I don't know right off

where we're going to find
a boat fast enough to catch them.

I got it.
You call my brother-in-law Billy Bob.

He got the fastest boat
on the whole damn river.

Billy Bob will sure enough fix
their ass, huh? Yeah, call Billy Bob.

Now, there's two boats, Billy Bob,

and they're moving like buttered pigs.

Now, I promised these boys here
you would get them.

- Don't let me down, hear?
- Cool down, J.W. I'm on my way.

- You want something, boy?
- Yes, I'd like to borrow this boat, if I may.

Everybody on the river
would like to borrow this boat.

Billy Bob, we got them spotted.

They're headed for Haley's Landing.

That's my brother-in-law! That's Billy Bob!

He'll get them. Billy Bob'll get them.

Hot damn!

If one side of the Pepper family
don't get them, the other side will.

Let's go!

If any man can show just cause

why they may not
lawfully be joined together

let him now speak, or else hereafter...

Headquarters to all units, suspects seen

proceeding down via Liberty
towards Highway 11.

Proceed with caution.

Would you get that
chicken coop off the road?

Did you ever think of getting
a driver's license, boy?

Are you sure that was
your brother-in-law, Sheriff?

- Hello, Felix. What are you doing here?
- We'll get to that later.

Kananga's in town. He's got
your girl with him. They just took off.

There's the son of a bitch!
I got him!

What are you?

Some kind of doomsday machine, boy?

Well, we got a cage strong enough
to hold an animal like you here.

Captain, would you enlighten
the sheriff please?

Yes, sir.

J.W., let me have a word with you.

J.W., now, this fella's
from London, England.

He's an Englishman working
in cooperation with our boys,

a sort of secret agent.

Secret agent?

On whose side?

We busted the Fillet of Soul an hour ago.

We came up with nothing but these.

Kananga's clear. You should have seen

the size of the guy
who got on the boat with him.

Nine feet tall, I swear.

Big top hat, a cockamamie flute in
one hand and Solitaire in the other.

The incendiary bombs
are set for midnight.

Now, that gives you exactly 30 minutes.

Watch out for sharks on the way back.

- I'll see you for breakfast, Felix.
- Good hunting.

You're going to need these
and the shark gun on the way back.

- Seems like the party's started.
- My regards to Baron Samedi, man,

right between the eyes.

Trouble!

Ah, Mr. Bond, there you are!
And Miss Solitaire, as well.

Hardly unexpected, but most welcome.

Whisper!

Two more glasses for our guests!

- What shall we drink to, Mr. Bond?
- Well, how about an earthquake?

Welcome home!

- Where's our boy?
- He'll be along anytime now.

I checked behind a rock,
and his wet suit is gone.

Keep the change.

It's unfortunate that
your wet suit was discovered

only minutes before
the field was destroyed.

- Don't tell me you're not insured.
- No. The poppy's a very sturdy flower.

You have been a relatively minor nuisance,
in fact.

But this gun...

I find it particularly fascinating.
What is it?

A shark gun, naturally,
with compressed gas pellets.

Ingenious!

Don't pull the pin out.

The air in here is foul enough already.

Somehow I never thought of you
as a poor loser.

I was hoping you would join me
to a drink to the future.

Oh, Miss Solitaire used to
know all about the future.

She was especially good
at predicting death.

An underground monorail.

Connected to the last refuge
of a scoundrel, no doubt.

The heroin leaves here, I take it,
carried somewhere by that winch.

Correct again, Mr. Bond.
What a quick study you are.

Let me show you exactly how it works.

- Where in hell can the man be?
- Relax.

He must have got tied up somewhere.

These cans hold 25 pounds each.

There are 20 cans to a shipment,
packed in watertight...

Metal containers.

It's your show, Kananga,

but I'm sure there must be a simpler way
of drowning someone.

Drown, Mr. Bond?
I doubt you'll get the chance to drown.

Perhaps we could try something
in an even simpler vein.

On the contrary, Mr. Bond.

I think you'll find those wounds quite fatal.

Whisper.

The gate.

Oh, slowly, Whisper! Slowly, slowly.

Let our diners assemble.

Look out!

Where's Kananga?

Well, he always did have
an inflated opinion of himself.

Oh, James,

how do we get out of here?

We take the train, of course.

Well, thanks for everything, Felix.

I'll see you tomorrow night at the 21 Club,
and don't be late.

I still don't see why you want to travel
this way.

I mean, what the hell can the two
of you do on the train for 16 hours?

Say goodbye to Felix, darling.

Now, the first thing to learn
in playing gin rummy

is to never take a card
from the exposed pile,

unless you really need it.

Gin.

James, what are you doing?

Just testing an old adage.

Unlucky at cards...

- Do hurry up, James.
- Won't be a moment, darling.

Lock the door as well on your way up,
would you, James?

After all,

we wouldn't want anyone
to just walk in on us, would we?

The first time in my life,
I feel like a complete woman.

The slightest touch of your hand,

I was always so afraid that a part
of me would stay with the past.

But now I know there's no chance
of that any longer.

Just to be able to reach out and touch you.

Mr. Bond, it's good to see you again.

Well, that wasn't very funny.

Now what are you doing?

Just being disarming, darling.

♪ When you were young ♪

♪ And your heart was an open book ♪

♪ You used to say live and let live ♪

♪ You know you did, you know you did ♪
♪ You know you did ♪

♪ But if this ever-changing world ♪
♪ in which we live in ♪

♪ Makes you give in and cry ♪

♪ Say live and let die ♪

♪ Live and let die ♪