Thunderball (1965) - full transcript

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 kill him yourself, huh?

I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered
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,



I don't think you should have
opened that car door by yourself.

No well-dressed man
should be without one.

- Yes, very practical.
- Get inside.

- They're coming. Quickly.
- Hurry.

♪ He always runs
while others walk ♪

♪ He acts while other
men just talk ♪

♪ He looks at this world,
and wants it all ♪

♪ So he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

♪ He knows the
meaning of success ♪

♪ His needs are more,
so he gives less ♪

♪ They call him the
winner who takes all ♪

♪ And he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

♪ Any woman he wants, he'll get ♪

♪ He will break any
heart without regret ♪



♪ His days of asking
are all gone ♪

♪ His fight goes
on and on and on ♪

♪ But he thinks that the
fight is worth it all ♪

♪ So he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

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.

Thank you, Monsieur.

The Brotherhood
will look after you

- until your...
- Good morning, Mr Largo.

Good morning.

Nice to have you back again.

Until you're once again
self-supporting.

- Thank you, my dear.
- We pay back everything.

There will be no need.

We have certain funds
from private individuals

who share our aim.

There are just one
or two formalities.

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 Bouvar was
killed by an unknown assassin.

His services will
be greatly missed.

We will now proceed with the
area financial reports.

Number Seven?

Blackmail of the double
agent Matsou Fujiwa.

Unfortunately, only 40 million
yen, all the man had.

- Number 10?
- Assassination of Perringe,

the French anti-matter specialist
who went over to the Russians.

Three million francs from
the special department

of the Quai D'Orsay.

Number Five.

Our consultation fee for the
British train robbery, £250,000.

Number 11.

Distribution of Red
China narcotics

in the United States, $2,300,000,

collected by Number
Nine and myself.

Two million three?

Our expectations were
considerably higher, Number 11.

Competition from Latin
America. Prices are down.

I anticipated that factor.

Are you quite sure all monies
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 is a dedicated fraternity

whose strength lies in the
absolute integrity of its members.

The culprit is known to me. I have
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. £100 million.

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, huh?

I'll soon be finished.

Mr Bond. Count Lippe.

You're not taking her
away already, are you?

She's the only joy in
this dreary place.

I see you've discovered that, too.

- In about half an hour, Pat.
- I'll be ready.

I've heard that before. Oh,
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.

Oh, 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.

Ask Records to verify
it for me, will you?

Oh, sorry, sweetie.
You're off duty.

File it till you get back.

Moneypenny, next time I see you,
I'll put you across my knee.

On yogurt and lemon
juice? I can hardly wait.

Come on, Pat, we're
behind schedule.

Coming.

I can't hear you, James.
Have you fainted?

You're late, Mr Bond.

Me?

Well, I'd never have
recognised 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.

Oh, I can see there's only
one place to keep you quiet.

And what's this?

A motorised traction table
for stretching the spine.

- Some patients call it the rack.
- I'm not surprised.

Oh, get on.

Where's the kick-starter?

Oh, 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, I understand.

There now. First time I've
felt really safe all day.

I'll look in and see how
you're doing in 15 minutes.

Nice to have met you, Mr Bond.

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 killed.

- I must be 6 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 have

pushed the switch accidentally.

Well, 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 going to wish
today had never happened.

Oh, you wouldn't tell Dr Wain?
Please. I'd lose my job.

Well, I suppose my silence
could have a price.

- You don't mean... Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.

See you later, alligator.

What the hell do you
think you are doing?

Now don't you worry.
I'll tell the chef.

Let me out of this
bloody machine. Help.

Help. Isn't there
anybody listening?

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 could be more
comfortable if you take off...

- Yes?
- Major Derval?

- This is Major Derval.
- Your car is waiting.

I'll be down right
away. Thank you.

My car's here. Duty calls.
The 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.

- Do you want to bet?
- You know your François?

I know me.

All right, all right.

- I told him I'd be down.
- Your coat, sir?

- Happy landing.
- Thank you.

Be good. At least
until I get back.

Ciao.

Nobody saw us. The
corridor is empty.

Shut that door.

He's dead all right.
Lippe, you take over.

Are the doctor and
ambulance outside?

- Everything, as arranged.
- Angelo.

Your breathing equipment. Isolates
you from the oxygen supply.

Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you
just used. And most important...

Not enough. $100,000
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 is 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 disc.

- Au revoir.
- No, no. He always says ciao.

- Ciao.
- And the cap,

it's too far back on your head.

The rest of my money,
just have it ready.

Come on. Get him into his pyjamas.

Sir? Identity, please, sir.

Thank you, sir.

This is a normal training sortie,

and 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 an altitude of 45,000 feet,

armed with two atomic
bombs, MOS type.

Fuse is, as usual, in
the white security box.

Oh, those damned aeroplanes.
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 thought I'd take
a little exercise.

You must be joking.

Come on.

Quiet.

Windsor Police. Can I help you?
County Police here. Hello? Hello?

What's happening? What's going on?

I don't know. Could it
be the front doorbell?

- No, it most certainly could not.
- Oh, hello.

Haven't you had enough
exercise for one evening?

It's funny you should say that.

Point of return, 45
minutes, 30 seconds.

Switch from manual to auto.

Right. Set on
automatic. Commandant?

Would you care to
change places with

the co-pilot? Better view up here.

I'll be delighted to.

Scouting. Wind, 290
degrees, 12 knots.

Cloud, two-eighths at
3,500, five-eighths at 9,000.

Temperature, 17
degrees centigrade.

Maximum wind bearing.

Sky obscure...

RAFJET Kilo Kilo Tango 56.
This is Southern Radar.

You are now under positive radar
control. This is avoiding action.

Turn onto a heading
of 090 degrees...

Request you report your position.

RAFJET Mike Bravo X-ray. Request
you report your position.

Report your position.

This is the bomber controller to
RAFJET Mike Bravo X-ray 79. Over.

Here, take this, will you?
What's the flap, Dawson?

OBNR, sir. NATO training flight.

Air traffic flashed us.
They lost it on radar,

and we haven't been able
to pick it up anywhere.

Was she losing altitude when
she went off the screen?

Yes, sir, rapidly. We can't
scan below 300 feet,

and, well, she may have gone down.

Was she in trouble?

Not according to
the last scheduled

report, which came
from about here.

She is armed, isn't she?

Two atomic weapons, sir. MOS type.

Get everything you can into
the area. A thorough search.

Notify the Admiralty at once. Top
priority. Absolute security.

- Ask them to contact Washington.
- Very good, sir.

- 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.

Give these bomb fuses to Mr Kutze.

Right, sir.

Get the submarine
up quickly and the

bombs loaded in the containers.

You, Kutze, are you pleased
with your new toys?

Some safety device.
A secret control.

What can they have that the great
Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?

Life was much simpler in
my Warsaw laboratory.

Your share will amount to
how many Nobel Prizes?

Bomb 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,

whose choice of Angelo
might have jeopardised

the success of our project. Send a
message to the Execution Branch.

You will write? Or telephone,
at the very least?

Oh, day by day. But
I'm truly sorry

to have to dash off like this,

but there's been a bit
of a flap at the office.

What kind of work
do you do, anyway?

Oh, I travel.

A sort of licenced
trouble-shooter.

Mr Angelo. Heart
attack last night.

I'm not surprised.

- Keep in touch.
- Anytime, James. Any place.

Another time, another place.

- You are late.
- Yes.

Some people on the roads
really burn you up these days.

In the conference room.
Something pretty big.

Every 00 man in Europe's
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 £100 million

in a manner to be
designated by us,

we shall destroy a
major city in England

or the United States of America.

Please signal your
acceptance of our terms

by arranging for Big Ben to strike
seven times at 6:00 p.m. tomorrow.

The Prime Minister
and the President

have talked together
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 has asked
that your department take charge

- of the operation.
- Thank you, sir. Sir John.

This circle represents the full
flying range of the Vulcan.

Extensive search has failed
to locate any evidence

of either a crash or landing.

And worldwide reports
have proved negative

on all airfields large
enough to handle the Vulcan.

- 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, Thunderball.

As you can see, we've
very little to go on.

All the members of the crew
had top security clearance.

You'll find their photographs and
service records in your files.

You'll be working with NATO, CIA
and all allied intelligence units.

Well, that's all,
until you discuss

your individual
assignments with me.

I've assigned you to
Station C, Canada.

Group Captain Pritchard here
will be your Air Force Liaison.

Sir, I respectfully suggest

that you change my
assignment to Nassau.

Is there any other reason besides
your enthusiasm for water sports?

Perhaps this, sir.

Well, well.

Well, there was a
photograph of that

man in this dossier you gave us.

His name is Derval.

Well, I saw him last night at
Shrublands, but he was dead.

Oh, no, sir, not possible.

He was seen boarding the
Vulcan. Took off last night.

If 007 says he saw
Derval last night

at Shrublands and he was dead,

that's enough for me
to initiate inquiries.

Oh, well. Yes, sir. Of course.

- Who is this girl?
- Derval's sister, sir.

- Do you know where she is now?
- Nassau.

Do you think she's
worth going after?

I wouldn't have put it
quite 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 there ever a man
more misunderstood?

Now, James, 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 recognise 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've been admiring my form?

Most girls just paddle around.

- You swim like a man.
- So do you.

Well, I've had quite a bit of
practise. 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.
- Oh, thank you.

I'll wear it, so
you'll know me next

time. I was right. Couldn't miss.

- I'm not with you.
- Oh, you soon will be.

- Paula. Give me a hand, will you?
- Get in.

Tell London I've made
contact with the girl.

Well, 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 anywhere
near Coral Harbour, would you?

I wasn't, but I could.

Well, I've a very important
appointment there,

and I'd very much
appreciate a lift.

Come aboard, then.

You don't mind taking the
service boat, do you?

- Not at all.
- Hurry up.

Perhaps you could
lunch by the pool.

How about your urgent appointment?

- How long have you been out here?
- About three weeks.

Don't you ever stop
asking questions?

All right. Change of tack.

Have some of my conch chowder.

You've been reading the
wrong books, Mr Bond.

- About conch chowder?
- Being an aphrodisiac.

Well, it just so happens
that I like conch chowder.

Oh.

- 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 with you? 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.
- Bye.

- See you tomorrow on the beach.
- See you guys soon.

£500, please.

Thanks.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- There.
- Thank you.

Two hundred.

Eight.

Someone has to lose.

Yes, I thought I saw a
spectre at your shoulder.

- What do you mean?
- The spectre of defeat.

That your luck was due to change.

We'll soon find out.

Any objection to raise the
limit? £500, should we say?

- 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 spectre
against mine, huh?

You wish to put the
evil eye on me, huh?

We have a way to deal with
that where I come from.

Well, 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.

For the moment. This sort
of thing can't last.

Emilio, you promised
to buy me a drink.

Soon, my dear.

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's going to be impossible
if his luck doesn't change.

Somehow I don't think
it will tonight.

Beluga caviar, Dom Pérignon '55.

- Monsieur.
- Thank you.

I understand you're
Mr Largo's niece.

It 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, François.

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.
- No?

Why do you say that?

The way you hold me.

There.

How long you staying
on here in Nassau?

We are going the day
after tomorrow.

As I said, we haven't
got very much time.

Emilio wants to leave.

Are you sleeping aboard tonight?

I hoped you'd not be so obvious.

Well, when one has little time,
one sort of 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, Mr Bond.

Come to lunch on Sunday at
Palmyra. It's my house here.

- Sunday at noon, then.
- My dear.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You must tell me what Mr Bond
had to say, word for word.

He talked about you a little.

What was he saying just
then? 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, 00...

Fine way to treat the CIA.

Sorry about that, Felix, but you
were just about to say 007.

Here.

Well, James? Have you killed him?

You know me better than that.

There you go, smiler.

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're going to shoot
me in the back?

The gun, 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.

No.

No. No. No. No.

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 Caplan, my assistant here.

We have no plans to visit
the United States.

Now here is a special announcement

from the Overseas
Service of the BBC.

Big Ben actually did strike seven
times at 6:00 this evening.

This was caused by 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.
- 007.

- What a wonderful surprise.
- Well, for me, too.

I must say, 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.

Yes, I know. But that's
an underwater camera.

It takes eight pictures in rapid

succession by pressing
that button there.

Is that clever?

Well, 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
Very pistol,

which fires a bright red
flare, a distress signal.

You should keep it on
you day and night.

I resent that remark.

Here. Look, do you mind?

Now, in the event of a
rebreather not being available,

you can use this device.

For short periods only, of
course. Say about four minutes.

- Clever.
- Obviously you'll only use it

as a last resort. It closes
to a convenient pocket size.

That's assuming one has
a convenient pocket.

Now pay attention.

A recently developed harmless
radioactive device...

Harmless?

Which sends out a homing
signal to a special receiver.

And what am I supposed
to do with this?

Obviously, you

- swallow it.
- Now?

Let's hope she'll still be lying
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, 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, you better get
on to De Beers at once.

Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen, unless
those bombs are found,

I'm very much afraid we'll
have to pay their price.

- Sir.
- Oh, yes.

Signal from 007 in Nassau. One or
two things that might interest us.

The Disco Volante is still in the

harbour, lying off
the Casino Channel.

The catamaran is there, too,
so we can use her for cover.

Oh, 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?

Okay, this will do here.

Okay, we'll meet back at Pinder's.

Good luck.

Turn the underwater lights on.

TV closed circuit.

Hand grenades.

Ready.

Down there.

There.

Quick. Launch.

Hey. There's something there.

That's him. Turn around.

Hold that.

Look. We 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.

- 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.

Well, 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.
- Yes, me, too. This is my hotel.

- What a coincidence.
- Yes. So convenient.

You look pale, Mr Bond. I
hope I didn't frighten you.

No, actually, 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.

Look at this. An underwater hatch.

Yeah. So, that's how they
could leave and get back.

Yes. And nobody saw them.

Obviously, the whole operation
was carried out underwater.

So, that's where
we'll have to look

for the plane. Come on, Felix.

I'll bring the prints to the
hotel when they're dry.

Yes, the Air Force searched the
area 250 miles out of Nassau.

This one must be
beyond that radius.

Yeah, that's if the Disco
Volante was out that night.

Yeah, sure she was. But Harbour
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.

I reckon we've got
to go further out,

and we'll need more gas for that.

All right, let's get back to
Nassau. We haven't got 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 would like 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 killed.

Mark.

If Bond had died 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 killed. Pull.

I shall kill 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.

Oh, it's a pleasure. I just hope
I'm not interrupting anything.

What do you mean?

I thought perhaps you'd
another visitor.

No.

That gun. Looks more
fitting for a woman.

Do you know much
about guns, Mr Bond?

No. I know a little about women.

Mr Janni, Mr Vargas.

Mr Vargas, Mr Janni.

Oh, which is which?

I thought you might have met
Mr Vargas the other night.

- Oh, yes. 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.

- No, 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 time
for them to be fed.

- That boat, is she yours?
- The Disco Volante? Yes.

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.

Yes, I would, very much.

- Emilio, lunch is ready.
- Thank you, my darling.

Come along, Mr Bond. The conch
chowder smells delicious.

Domino, I was just thinking,
as I'll be busy this evening,

perhaps Mr Bond
will be kind enough

to take you to the Junkanoo.

It's our local Mardi Gras. You'll
be my guest tonight, Mr Bond.

- Well, that's very kind of you.
- It will be my pleasure.

Oh, hello.

Oh, hello.

Our Mr Bond must have a
high opinion of himself.

Opinion?

Yes. He has a date with me, too.

Excuse me.

Let me go. Let me go. No.

- Over here.
- Let me go.

Don't let her make so much
noise. Use the chloroform.

Well, 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.

Quick.

Excuse me for a second.

- James, Paula's gone.
- What do you mean "gone"?

I don't know. She just
checked out of the hotel.

You look after Domino. Watch her.

Do you think she was
on to something?

I don't know, but
I've got to find out.

- You watch out for her.
- All right.

Yeah, all right. Thank you.

Governor's not very
happy, but you'll

have a power cut as you requested

all over the island.

I don't give a damn about
the rest of the island.

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?
- Yes. All over the island.

Switch over to the
emergency generator.

Yes, sir.

Largo told you to be careful.

I didn't kill her. She must
have taken some poison.

A capsule in the mouth.
What do you think? Cyanide?

She's dead.

- Ricardo.
- What's happened?

Ricardo. Someone's got him.

Search that way. And
you, the sharks' pool.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Leave him. This way.

Stop it. Stop it. You fools.

He's got you all
shooting at each other.

It started down there.

Over here.

No, no, no. I've
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
just as soon as I can.

Anything else?

- Tell him Paula's dead.
- Okay.

Oh.

Hello.

Aren't you in the
wrong room, Mr Bond?

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, Mr Bond.

I'm glad to see you again.

I had a feeling you've
been avoiding me.

Well, you see, I had no idea that
we were next-door neighbours.

Oh, 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.

Now 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.
- Yeah?

Do you like wild things,
Mr Bond, 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.

And 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 gun 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, is something
you know so much about.

My dear girl, 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, then
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, can't win them all.

We'll take him out the front
way. Go and get the car.

Careful, Mr Bond, now. Careful.

Now look.

Get through to Palmyra
and tell them

we're being held up
by the Junkanoo.

All right.

Like to have a drink, man?

- Get him away.
- Go away.

- Don't you try anything now.
- Get out of here.

- Try it. It's real firewater.
- Get out of it. Get out of here.

Have a sip. It can't
harm you, ma'am.

Go after him. Get him.

- You haven't seen anything?
- No.

Look.

Follow it. You, that
side. You, there.

Stay with us now.

- Thank you. I'd love to.
- Love to what?

Oh, you're mad. Do you know that?

Yes. Isn't everyone?

May I cut in?

You should've told me
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 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 them blood money.
Letting them beat us.

Have you an alternative
suggestion?

I'm afraid I haven't.

Your man 007, I thought
he was on to something.

I thought so too, sir.

- False alarm?
- Afraid so.

He obviously has a
highly developed

sense of, shall we say, drama?

If 007 thought he was
on to something...

It's a great pity
he didn't make sure

before he started
to shout the odds.

Well, we have exactly 14
hours and 50 minutes.

And then I suppose we
shall have to pay up

and look as happy as
we can, shan't we?

Well, that's it, James. We've
looked about everywhere.

We've got to 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, Felix. I
think we've found it.

There's something camouflaged
down there. I'll take a look.

Shoot one of those sharks. It'll
keep the others occupied.

Right.

I don't know how
long the others will

take before they finish him off,

but they'll be back.

- I'll keep an eye on them.
- Good.

Take these.

She's down there, all right.

- Are the bombs on board?
- No.

Oh, great. Now,
what's our next move?

We'll check on the Disco Volante.

If the bombs aren't on board
her now, they soon 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.

Ow.

Sea egg spines. They're poisonous.

Here, give me your arm.

Sit down.

Now turn over.

This is going to hurt a bit.

It's the first time I've tasted
women. They're rather good.

You're the only man
to ever make me cry.

Except perhaps François, my
brother, when we were children.

Domino, I have to
tell you something.

Oh, I'm sorry, James.
I didn't mean to

embarrass you, speaking
of love. I know...

- 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?

François.

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.

Look, I can't explain what this is
all about, but you must trust me.

Because you want me to help you?

Look, Largo had your
brother murdered,

or it was on his orders.

Thousands, hundreds of thousands
of people will die, and very soon,

if you don't help me.

That much we do know. But
there's something we don't.

The bombs, when they're being
loaded aboard the Disco Volante.

- How could I know that?
- That you'll have to find out.

It won't be easy. It
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.
You press this lever.

If it starts clicking, it
means the bombs are aboard.

- What do I do then?
- Go straight up on deck.

As the Disco Volante is being
watched, you'll be spotted.

Vargas is behind you.

Really?

He must have followed us.

I think he got the point.

It should have been Largo.

Largo.

- When did he expect you back?
- Very soon now.

He said not to be late.
He was most insistent.

You better go straight
back. I'll take

care of Vargas and
everything here.

James, understand, I'm
doing this for my brother,

for what he did to him.

But promise me one thing. You will

kill Largo for me
whatever happens.

- You haven't much time.
- All right.

Oh, something I remembered.

It may not be important.

Tell me. Everything is important.

There's a small bridge
over the canal. Largo

never allows strangers
to go near it.

By the canal, there's
a flight of steps.

Where do the steps lead to?

Down into the sea, on the
far side of Palmyra.

Perhaps it is
important, after all.

Put on your equipment.

Did we get a message saying the
girl went on board the Disco?

Oh, yes, sir. Signal
received at...

Okay, okay.

If she is on board,
where's 007 now?

That's a question.

Stand by. Five seconds.

Watch my signal.

- Prepare to get underway.
- All right, Captain.

Captain, weigh anchor.

Get underway immediately.

Once we pick up the merchandise,
head for our target area, Miami.

The Disco Volante is leaving, sir.

I told you to stay in your cabin.

It's stuffy in there. I
want a breath of air.

My dear, did you not hear me?

- Where did you get that?
- I bought it this morning.

- 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 a little 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 said 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 is 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.

Also, the bomb 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 firing. They're closing.

Come on. Fire. More.
More. Over there.

Away from there.

We've still got one bomb aboard.

He's gone mad.

Please talk to them for me.

Tell them that I only did what I
had to do, what I was told to do.

Where is he?

Look, the bomb cannot
be exploded now.

I threw the arming
device into the sea.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Get him. Get him.

- I'm glad I killed 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.

- Come on, now, jump.
- I didn't learn to swim.

Never too late to learn.

Get down.