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Madame LaPorte: The coffin. It has your initials: JB.
James Bond: At this moment, rather him than me.
Madame LaPorte: At least you’ve been saved the effort of removing him. Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
James Bond: Mmm.
Madame LaPorte: You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself, huh?
James Bond: I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
Madame LaPorte: Is there anything else our French station can do for Monsieur Bond?
James Bond: Later, perhaps. As I said, later. Come on.
James Bond: Madame. I’ve come to offer my sincere condolences. My dear Colonel Bouvar, you shouldn’t have opened that car door by yourself.
Man: Ouvrez! Ouvrez! Viens! Il est là!
James Bond: No well-dressed man should be without one.
Madame LaPorte: Yes, very practical.
James Bond: Get inside. Hurry!
Tom Jones: “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”
Policeman: No parking here. Pardon, Monsieur Largo.
Man: The International Brotherhood for Assistance of Stateless Persons is purely philanthropic. We’re only interested in politics, only your rehabilitation. We have arranged for visas with the Brazilian Consulate. The brotherhood will look after you, until…
Man: Thank you, Monsieur.
Assistant: Good morning, Mr Largo.
Emilio Largo: Good morning.
Assistant: Nice to have you back again.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, my dear.
Man: 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…
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: 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?
Number Seven: Blackmail of the double agent Matsou Fujiwa. Unfortunately, only 40 million yen. All the man had.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number Ten.
Number Ten: Assassination of Perringe, the anti-matter specialist who went over to the Russians. Three million francs from the special department of the Quai d’Orsay.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number Five.
Number Five: Our consultation fee for the British train robbery: £250,000.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number Eleven.
Number Eleven: Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States: $2,300,000. Collected by Number Nine and myself.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Two million, three? Our expectations were considerably higher, Number Eleven.
Number Eleven: Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: I anticipated that factor. Are you quite sure all monies have been accounted for by yourself and Number Nine?
Number Eleven: To the penny, Number One.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: 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.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, Number One. Our intention is to demand a ransomfrom 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.
Count Lippe: Oh, Pat? I’ll see you when I’ve had a shower, huh?
Patricia Fearing: I’ll soon be finished. Mr. Bond, Count Lippe.
James Bond: Oh, you’re not taking her away already, are you? She’s the only joy in this dreary place.
Count Lippe: I see you’ve discovered that, too.
James Bond: Mmm.
Count Lippe: In about half an hour, Pat.
Patricia Fearing: I’ll be ready.
Count Lippe: I’ve heard that before. Oh, nice to have met you, Mister, uh, Bond.
James Bond: Mmm.
Patricia Fearing: Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
James Bond: A poker, in the hands of a widow.
Patricia Fearing: I’m surprised. I’d have thought you were just the type for a widow.
James Bond: Oh, not this one. He didn’t like me at all.
Patricia Fearing: Mmm?
Moneypenny: A red square with a spike through it.
James Bond: Yes, I think it’s a tong sign. The Red Dragon from Macao. Ask Records to verify it for me, will you?
Moneypenny: Oh sorry, sweetie. You’re off duty. File it till you get back.
James Bond: Moneypenny, next time I see you I’ll put you across my knee.
Moneypenny: On yogurt and lemon juice? I can hardly wait.
Man: Come on, Pat. We’re behind schedule.
Patricia Fearing: Coming.
Moneypenny: I can’t hear you, James. Have you fainted?
Patricia Fearing: You’re late, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Me? Well, I’d never have recognised myself. Do I seem healthy?
Patricia Fearing: Too healthy by far. Take off your bathrobe, please.
James Bond: You never say that as if you meant it.
Patricia Fearing: Arms above your head, please. Behave yourself, Mr. Bond! Oh, I can see there’s only one place to keep you quiet.
James Bond: And what’s this?
Patricia Fearing: A motorized traction table for stretching the spine. Some patients call it “the rack.”
James Bond: I’m not surprised.
Patricia Fearing: Oh, get on.
James Bond: Where’s the kick-starter?
Patricia Fearing: Oh, stop fooling around. Face down, please.
James Bond: By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
Patricia Fearing: 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.
Count Lippe: Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Hey! Hey, come back! Hey! Hey! Ah! Help! Help! Hey! Help!
Patricia Fearing: Mr. Bond! Mr. Bond! Mr. Bond! Oh, thank God! Thank God! You could have been killed.
James Bond: I must be six inches taller.
Patricia Fearing: 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’d better come along with me. Spend a few minutes in the steam room. It’ll help to relax you.
James Bond: Yes.
Patricia Fearing: It might even shrink you back to size.
James Bond: Somebody’s going to wish today had never happened.
Patricia Fearing: You wouldn’t tell Dr Wain? Please. I’d lose my job.
James Bond: Well, I suppose my silence could have a price.
Patricia Fearing: You don’t mean? Oh, no!
James Bond: Oh, yes.
James Bond: See you later! Alligator.
Count Lippe: What the hell do you think you’re doing?!
James Bond: Sh. Now don’t you worry. I’ll tell the chef.
Count Lippe: Let me out of this bloody machine! Help! Help!
James Bond: Mink. It, uh, reduces the tensions.
Patricia Fearing: Not mine.
Fiona Volpe: Major Derval’s social secretary.
Caller: I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo.
Fiona Volpe: What’s that?
Caller: Mr. Angelo.
Fiona Volpe: I’m sorry. You got the wrong number.
François Derval: You don’t think you could be more comfortable if you take off….Yes?
Caller: Major Derval?
François Derval: Yes. This is Major Derval.
Caller: Your car is waiting.
François Derval: I’ll be down right away. Thank you.
François Derval: My car’s here. Duty calls. The story of my life.
Fiona Volpe: You’ll be late at the air base.
François Derval: Ehh…
Fiona Volpe: And besides, it will give you time to cool off.
François Derval: You’ll be here when I come back?
Fiona Volpe: Mhmm.
François Derval: But I may not be in the mood then.
Fiona Volpe: Do you want to bet?
François Derval: You know your François, eh?
Fiona Volpe: I know me.
François Derval: All right, all right! I told him I’d be down.
Fiona Volpe: Your coat, sir? Happy landing.
François Derval: Thank you. Be good, at least until I get back. Ciao!
Henchman: Nobody saw us. The corridor is empty.
Fiona Volpe: Shut that door! He’s dead, alright. Lippe, you take over! Are the doctor and ambulance outside?
Henchman: Everything, as arranged.
Fiona Volpe: Angelo. Your breathing equipment. Isolates you from the oxygen supply. Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you just used. And most important…
Angelo Palazzi: Not enough. $100,000 is not enough.
Fiona Volpe: What are you trying to say?
Angelo Palazzi: 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.
Henchman: There is no one else.
Angelo Palazzi: Exactly. I am Derval.
Fiona Volpe: Put that away. Angelo is right. I’ll inform Number One we made a new arrangement. This merely a down payment.
Angelo Palazzi: All right, but against quarter of a million.
Fiona Volpe: Agreed.
Henchman: His watch. Identification disc.
Angelo Palazzi: Au revoir.
Fiona Volpe: No, no. He always says ciao.
Angelo Palazzi: Ciao.
Fiona Volpe: And the cap is too far back on your head.
Angelo Palazzi: The rest of my money, just have it ready.
Fiona Volpe: Come on. Get him into his pyjamas.
Military Police: Sir. Identity, please, sir. Thank you, sir.
Officer: This is a normal training sortie. You’ll be accompanied by a NATO representative, Commandant Derval. Major Derval of NATO. It’s a routine flight. 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.
Patricia Fearing: Oh, those damned airplanes. They’re enough to drive you mad.
James Bond: Mhmm.
Patricia Fearing: Unless, of course, it’s that mink glove of yours.
James Bond: I’ll shut out the noise.
Patricia Fearing: James? James, where are you going?
James Bond: Nowhere. I thought I’d take a little, uh, exercise.
Patricia Fearing: You must be joking.
Henchman: Come on. Quiet.
Caller: Windsor Police. Can I help you? County Police here. Hello? Hello?
Woman: What’s happening? What’s going on?
James Bond: I don’t know. Could it be the front door bell?
Patricia Fearing: No, it most certainly could not!
James Bond: Ehehh.
Patricia Fearing: Haven’t you had enough exercise for one evening?
James Bond: It’s funny you should say that.
Controller: Point of return: 45 minutes, 30 seconds.
Pilot: Switch from manual to auto. Right. Set on automatic. Commandant? Would you care to change places with the co-pilot? Better view up here.
Angelo Palazzi: I’d be delighted to.
Southern Radar: Scouting. Wind, 290 degrees, 12 knots. Cloud, two-eighths at 3,500, five-eighths at 9,000. Temperature, 17 degrees centigrade. Maximum wind light bearing. Sky obscure…
Southern Radar: 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…
Southern Radar: 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. Report your position. Report your position.
Captain: Here, take this, will you? What’s the flap, Dawson?
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.
Captain: Was she losing altitude when she went off the screen?
Dawson: Yes, sir, rapidly. We can’t scan below 300 feet and, well, she may have gone down.
Captain: Was she in trouble?
Dawson: Not according to the last scheduled report which came from about here.
Captain: She is armed, isn’t she?
Dawson: Two atomic weapons, sir. MOS type.
Captain: Get everything you can into the area. A thorough search. Notify the Admiralty at once – top priority, absolute security. Ask them to contact Washington.
Dawson: Very good, sir.
Emilio Largo: Is there anything else in sight?
Ship Captain: No, all clear.
Emilio Largo: Switch on the underwater landing lights.
Emilio Largo: Open the underwater hatch.
Crew Member: Open underwater hatch.
Crew Member: Stand by to winch in the submarine!
Crew Member: Man the winches!
Emilio Largo: Give these bomb fuses to Mr. Kutze.
Crew Member: Right, sir.
Emilio Largo: Get the submarine up quickly, and the bombs loaded in the containers. And you, Kutze. Are you pleased with your new toys?
Ladislav Kutze Some new safety device. A secret control.
Emilio Largo: What can they have that the great Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?
Ladislav Kutze Life was much simpler in my Warsaw laboratory.
Emilio Largo: Your share will amount to how many Nobel prizes?
Crew Member: Bomb forward. More, more, more. Hold it.
Comms Member: Paris, sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Emilio Largo: Number Two speaking. Phase two completed.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: 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.
Patricia Fearing: You will write, or telephone at the very least?
James Bond: Oh, day by day. But I’m truly sorry to dash off like this, but, uh, there’s been a bit of a flap at the office.
Patricia Fearing: What kind of work do you do, anyway?
James Bond: Oh, I travel. A sort of a licensed trouble-shooter.
Patricia Fearing: Mr Angelo. Heart attack last night.
James Bond: I’m not surprised. Keep in touch.
Patricia Fearing: Any time, James. Any place.
James Bond: Another time, another place.
Moneypenny: You are late.
James Bond: Yes, some people on the roads really burn you up these days.
Moneypenny: Uh-uh. In the conference room. Something big. Every 00 man in Europe’s been rushed in. And the home secretary, too.
James Bond: His wife’s probably lost her dog.
M: Well, now that we’re all here…The prime minister has asked the home secretary to represent him here today. The home secretary.
Home Secretary: Uh, gentlemen, the tape you are about to hear was received at 10 Downing Street this morning.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: 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 sterling, 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 6pm tomorrow.
Home Secretary: 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 asks that your department take charge of the operation.
M: Thank you, sir. Sir John.
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. Worldwide reports have proved negative on all airfields large enough to handle the Vulcan. That’s all we have, sir.
M: Thank you, Sir John.
Home Secretary: Well, I’ll leave you to carry on. We’ll keep you in touch from Number 10.
M: 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.
M: I’ve assigned you to Station C, Canada. Group Captain Pritchard here will be your Air Force liaison
James Bond: Sir, I respectfully suggest that you change my assignment to Nassau.
M: Is there any other reason besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
James Bond: Perhaps this, sir.
M: Ah, well?
James Bond: 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.
Home Secretary: Oh no sir, not possible. He was seen boarding the Vulcan. Took off last night.
M: If 007 says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead, that’s enough for me to initiate inquiries.
Home Secretary: Oh, well. Yes, sir. Of course.
M: Who is this girl?
James Bond: Derval’s sister, sir.
M: Do you know where she is now?
James Bond: Nassau.
M: Do you think she’s worth going after?
James Bond: I wouldn’t have put it quite that way, sir.
M: You’ve only got four days, 007. Don’t spend your time sitting around.
James Bond: No, sir. I won’t.
M: Good luck.
James Bond: Thank you, sir.
Moneypenny: Smashing figure. I don’t suppose that has anything to do with your request?
James Bond: Was there ever a man more misunderstood?
Moneypenny: 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…
M: So do I, Miss Moneypenny. And I’ll thank you not to refer to me as “the old man.”
James Bond: I think I had a hat when I came in.
Moneypenny: James? How else will you recognize her?
James Bond: Couldn’t miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
Domino Derval: Thank you, Mister…?
James Bond: James Bond. I arrived soon after you went down. I’ve been admiring your form.
Domino Derval: Have you now? Your name’s James Bond and you’ve been admiring my form?
James Bond: Most girls just paddle around. You swim like a man.
Domino Derval: So do you.
James Bond: Well, I’ve had quite a bit of practice. Do you come here often?
Domino Derval: Whenever I’m bored. Practically every day.
James Bond: What else do you do, and where?
Domino Derval: You don’t waste time, do you?
James Bond: No.
Domino Derval: For effort.
James Bond: Oh, thank you. I’ll wear it, so you’ll know me next time. I was right. Couldn’t miss.
Domino Derval: I’m not with you.
James Bond: You soon will be.
James Bond: Paula. Give me a hand, will you?
Paula Caplan: Get in.
James Bond: Tell London I made contact with the girl.
Paula Caplan: Well, it’s not what I’d call contact, but I’ll pass it through you’ve seen the girl.
James Bond: Keep trying.
Paula Caplan: It won’t start.
James Bond: Ahoy there! Our motor’s conked out. You wouldn’t be going anywhere near Coral Harbour, would you?
Domino Derval: I wasn’t, but I could.
James Bond: Well, I’ve a very important appointment there and I’d very much appreciate the lift.
Domino Derval: Come aboard, then.
James Bond: You don’t mind taking the service boat, do you?
Paula Caplan: Not at all.
Domino Derval: Hurry up.
James Bond: Perhaps we could lunch by the pool.
Domino Derval: How about your urgent appointment?
James Bond: How long have you been out here?
Domino Derval: About three weeks. Don’t you ever stop asking questions?
James Bond: All right, change of tack. Have some of my conch chowder.
Domino Derval: You’ve been reading the wrong books, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: About conch chowder?
Domino Derval: Being an aphrodisiac.
James Bond: Well, it just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Domino Derval: Oh.
James Bond: Friend of yours?
Domino Derval: Works for my guardian.
James Bond: Your guardian has you watched?
Domino Derval: He likes to know where I am.
James Bond: I don’t blame him.
Domino Derval: Will you excuse me?
James Bond: You’re not going so soon?
Domino Derval: I’m afraid so. My guardian’s yacht.
James Bond: Oh, really?
Domino Derval: He’ll be expecting me.
James Bond: May I come with you? I’d love to meet your guardian?
Domino Derval: Oh, no.
James Bond: Will I see you again?
Domino Derval: It’s a small island.
James Bond: Perhaps we can have dinner together.
Domino Derval: No.
James Bond: My dear, uncooperative Domino.
Domino Derval: How do you know that? How do you know my friends call me Domino?
James Bond: It’s on the bracelet on your ankle.
Domino Derval: So, what sharp little eyes you’ve got.
James Bond: Wait till you get to my teeth.
Woman: Bye, then. See you tomorrow on the beach.
Man: Bye. See you soon.
James Bond: £500, please.
Cashier: Certainement, monsieur.
James Bond: Thanks.
James Bond: Oh.
Woman: Sorry.
James Bond: There.
Woman: Thank you.
Roulette Worker: Rien ne va plus. Les jeux sont faits.
Emilio Largo: Two hundred.
Croupier: Deux cents livres banco.
James Bond: Banco.
Croupier: Banco, sir.
James Bond: Carte.
Croupier: Carte.
James Bond: Eight.
Croupier: Huit à la banque.
Emilio Largo: Someone has to lose.
James Bond: Yes, I thought I saw a spectre at your shoulder.
Emilio Largo: What do you mean?
James Bond: The spectre of defeat. That your luck was due to change.
Emilio Largo: We’ll soon find out. Any objection to raise the limit? £500, shall we say?
Player: Too big for me.
Player: Count me out, too.
Emilio Largo: Perhaps you’d like to take the shoe. My friend won’t mind, Mister…?
James Bond: Bond.
Emilio Largo: Oh, yes. Mr Bond. One of my associates spoke about you.
James Bond: Nothing bad, I hope.
Croupier: Un banco de cinq cents livres.
James Bond: It’s your spectre against mine, huh?
Croupier: Le banco est fait.
Emilio Largo: You wish to put the evil eye on me, huh? We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
James Bond: Well, you may hex me. Let’s see what it does for the cards.
Emilio Largo: No.
Croupier: Non?
James Bond: Seven.
Croupier: Sept à la banque.
Emilio Largo: Six. Suivi.
Croupier: Banco suivi.
Emilio Largo: Eight.
Croupier: Huit à la banque.
James Bond: Nine.
Croupier: Neuf à la banque.
Emilio Largo: You seem to be unbeatable, Mr Bond.
James Bond: Nah, for the moment his sort of thing can’t last.
Domino Derval: Emilio, you promised me a drink.
Emilio Largo: Soon, my dear. I want to get my money back first.
James Bond: May I be allowed to buy the lady a drink?
Emilio Largo: I would appreciate that. Thank you.
James Bond: Then I must pass the shoe.
Croupier: La main passe.
Emilio Largo: Banco.
Domino Derval: He’s going to be impossible if his luck doesn’t change.
James Bond: Somehow I don’t think it will tonight.
James Bond: Beluga caviar, Dom Perignon ’55.
Waiter: Monsieur.
James Bond: Thank you. I understand you’re Mr Largo’s niece.
Domino Derval: Sounds better than…What would you say? Mistress? Kept woman?
James Bond: I wouldn’t say that. Where did you meet him?
Domino Derval: In Capri. I was there with my brother, François. Strange. I found Emilio attractive. Then…
James Bond: Does he live aboard the yacht?
Domino Derval: No. He has a house on the island. Must we talk about him?
James Bond: No.
Domino Derval: I’d much rather dance.
James Bond: So would I. Where is your brother now?
Domino Derval: In England. He’s a commandant with NATO forces there. He’s a wonderful person. The trouble is, I never meet anyone like him.
James Bond: Only men like Largo and myself.
Domino Derval: You are not like Largo.
James Bond: No? Why do you say that?
Domino Derval: The way you hold me.
Vargas: There.
James Bond: How long are you staying on here in Nassau?
Domino Derval: We are going the day after tomorrow.
James Bond: As I said, we haven’t got very much time.
Domino Derval: Emilio wants to leave.
James Bond: Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
Domino Derval: I hoped you’d not be so obvious.
James Bond: Well, when one has little time, one has to be obvious.
Domino Derval: You know where you can find me.
Emilio Largo: Ah, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Your niece is an excellent dancer.
Emilio Largo: 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.
James Bond: Sunday at noon, then.
Emilio Largo: My dear.
Domino Derval: Good night.
James Bond: Good night.
Emilio Largo: You must tell me what Mr. Bond had to say, word for word.
Domino Derval: He talked about you, a little.
Emilio Largo: What was he saying just then, I didn’t quite hear.
Domino Derval: He asked “Were we sleeping aboard tonight?”
Emilio Largo: Interesting.
James Bond: My key. It’s 304, please.
Front Desk: Thank you. 304. I’m sorry, no mail.
James Bond: Thank you.
James Bond: Paula? Paula?
Felix Leiter: Well, hello, 00…
Felix Leiter: That’s a fine way to treat the CIA.
James Bond: Sorry about that, Felix, but you were just about to say 007. Here.
Felix Leiter: Well, James have you killed him?
James Bond: 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.
Quist: You’re going to shoot me in the back?
James Bond: The gun, I mean. Now move!
Felix Leiter: Who was he?
James Bond: Like I said, a small fish, working for a Mr. Largo. He’s got a yacht we should take a look at, later.
Quist: Quist, to see Mr Largo.
Guard: Open up.
Vargas: Yes? It’s Quist.
Emilio Largo: Gently, my friend. Gently. What did you find?
Quist: Nothing.
Emilio Largo: You saw Bond?
Quist: Yes, I saw him.
Emilio Largo: What happened? You let him get the better of you.
Quist: No! He was a beast! No! No! No! No!
Paula Caplan: Hey there. Did you finally make contact?
James Bond: You’re late. Felix Leiter, this is Pinder, our man here.
Felix Leiter: How do you do?
Pinder: This way, gentlemen.
Felix Leiter: Who’s the girl, James?
James Bond: Paula Caplan, my assistant here.
Radio Announcer: We have no plans to visit the United States. Now here’s a special announcement from the Overseas Service of the BBC. Big Ben actually did strike seven times at six o’clock this evening. This was caused by mechanical failure which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in 1898. Here once again are the headlines…
James Bond: Obviously stalling for time. Oh, no…
Q: Ah, 007.
James Bond: What a wonderful surprise.
Q: 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 counts radioactivity count. It’s waterproof, of course.
James Bond: But of course.
Q: Now here’s something I want you to use with special care. With special care.
James Bond: Everything you give me…
Q: Is treated with contempt. Yes, I know. But that’s an underwater camera. It takes eight pictures in rapid succession by pressing that button there.
James Bond: Is that clever?
Q: 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.
James Bond: I resent that remark.
Q: Here! Look, do you mind? Now, in the event of a rebreather not being available, you could use this device. For short periods only, of course. Say, about four minutes.
James Bond: Clever.
Q: Obviously, you’d only use it as a last resort. It closes to a convenient pocket size.
James Bond: Mmm, that’s assuming one has a convenient pocket.
Q: Now pay attention. A recently developed harmless radioactive device.
James Bond: Harmless?
Q: Which sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
James Bond: Hmm…And what am I supposed to do with this?
Q: Well, obviously, you…swallow it.
James Bond: Now?
Felix Leiter: Let’s hope she’ll be lying in the same place tonight.
James Bond: We’ll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later.
Felix Leiter: Good idea.
James Bond: Take her in.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: 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, verified its contents, you will be notified on radio frequency 16.23 megacycles, where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
Foreign Secretary: Kenniston, you better get on to De Beers at once.
Kenniston: Yes, sir.
Foreign Secretary: Well gentlemen, unless those bombs are found, I’m very much afraid we’ll have to pay their price.
Moneypenny: Sir.
M: Oh, yes. Signal from 007 in Nassau. One or two things that might interest us.
Pinder: 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.
James Bond: Oh, that’s fine. You can drop me in the water behind her. Any further news from London?
Pinder: No. Zero hour is still 2000 hours on the 27th.
Felix Leiter: That’s just 55 hours from now.
James Bond: Yes.
Felix Leiter: Shall we go?
James Bond: Okay. This’ll do here.
Felix Leiter: Okay, we’ll meet back at Pinder’s.
Pinder: Good luck.
Emilio Largo: Turn the underwater lights on. TV closed circuit! Hand grenades.
Vargas: Ready.
Emilio Largo: Down there. There!
Crew Member: Quick! Launch!
Crew Member: Hey! There’s something there! That’s him! Turn around.
Vargas: Hold that.
Janni: Look! We must have hit him with the propeller.
Vargas: Let’s get back and tell Largo.
James Bond: Can I have a lift?
Fiona Volpe: Sure.
James Bond: Thank you. You’ve just about saved my life.
Fiona Volpe: Really?
James Bond: My outboard capsized so I had to swim ashore. How far do you go?
Fiona Volpe: You’d better fasten your safety belt. What’s your name?
James Bond: James Bond.
Fiona Volpe: Fiona Volpe.
James Bond: Fly here often?
Fiona Volpe: Do I make you nervous?
James Bond: No. It’s just that I have no desire to be capsized twice in one night.
Fiona Volpe: At least you won’t have to swim ashore. Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No, I haven’t. But, uh, this is the road to Nassau?
Fiona Volpe: Yes, eventually.
Fiona Volpe: Well, this is as far as I go.
James Bond: Yes, me too. This is my hotel.
Fiona Volpe: What a coincidence.
James Bond: Yes. So convenient.
Fiona Volpe: You look pale, Mr. Bond, I hope I didn’t frighten you.
James Bond: No, you see I’ve always been a nervous passenger.
Fiona Volpe: Some men just don’t like to be driven.
James Bond: No, some men just don’t like to be taken for a ride.
James Bond: Look at this. An underwater hatch.
Felix Leiter: Yeah, so that’s how they could leave and get back.
James Bond: Yeah, so 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.
Paula Caplan: I’ll bring the prints to the hotel when they’re dry.
Felix Leiter: The air force searched the area 250 miles out of Nassau. It must be beyond that radius.
James Bond: Yeah, that’s if the Disco Volante was out that night.
Felix Leiter: Yeah, sure she was, but Harbour Control said only for six hours.
James Bond: She couldn’t cover 500 miles in that time, no.
Felix Leiter: 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.
James Bond: Alright, let’s get back to Nassau. We haven’t got much time.
Felix Leiter: You’re right, we haven’t.
Worker: Pull!
Emilio Largo: Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?
Fiona Volpe: You would like Bond dead.
Emilio Largo: I can think of no better arrangement.
Fiona Volpe: Because he tries to make love to your woman?
Emilio Largo: Because he is Bond and, as an enemy of SPECTRE, should be killed.
Fiona Volpe: 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.
James Bond: 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.
James Bond: Eh, Mr. Largo?
Butler: Yes, sir.
James Bond: Thank you.
James Bond: Can I help?
Domino Derval: Why, Mr. Bond. Of course you can.
James Bond: That looks particularly inviting.
Emilio Largo: Mr. Bond. Welcome to Palmyra.
James Bond: Oh, it’s a pleasure.
Emilio Largo: Please.
James Bond: I just hope I’m not interrupting anything.
Emilio Largo: What do you mean?
James Bond: I thought perhaps you’d another visitor.
Emilio Largo: No.
James Bond: That gun. Looks more fitting for a woman.
Emilio Largo: Do you know much about guns, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No. I know a little about women.
Emilio Largo: Mr. Janni, Mr. Vargas.
James Bond: Uh, which is which?
Emilio Largo: I thought you might have met Mr. Vargas the other night.
James Bond: Oh, yes, I believe I did.
Butler: Drinks, sir.
Emilio Largo: Rum Collins, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: Yes. Just about that hour, isn’t it?
Emilio Largo: 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?
James Bond: Well, I’m not what you’d call a passionate man.
Domino Derval: I think it’s time I went to change.
Emilio Largo: You must let me show you around.
James Bond: Oh, I’d love that.
Emilio Largo: I thought you might.
Emilio Largo: Pull! What could be easier?
James Bond: Perhaps you’d call one for me.
Emilio Largo: Of course. Pull!
James Bond: Seems terribly difficult. No, it isn’t, is it?
Emilio Largo: No.
Emilio Largo: I collect big game fish for various marine institutions. Magnificent creatures.
James Bond: Mmm, charming.
Emilio Largo: The notorious Golden Grotto sharks. The most savage, the most dangerous. They know when it’s time for them to be fed.
James Bond: That boat, is she yours?
Emilio Largo: The Disco Volante, yes, I’m very proud of her.
James Bond: What does she do? About 15 knots?
Emilio Largo: Better than that. Near 20. Perhaps you’d like to see over her.
James Bond: Yes, I would, very much.
Domino Derval: Emilio, lunch is ready.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, my darling.
Domino Derval: Come along, Mr. Bond. The conch chowder smells delicious.
Emilio Largo: Hey, 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.
James Bond: Ah, that’s very kind of you.
Emilio Largo: It will be my pleasure.
Fiona Volpe: Oh, hello.
Paula Caplan: Oh, hello.
Fiona Volpe: Our Mr. Bond must have a very high opinion of himself.
Paula Caplan: Opinion?
Fiona Volpe: Yes. He has a date with me, too.
Paula Caplan: I cannot…excuse me.
Paula Caplan: Let me go! Let me go! No!
Janni: Over here!
Paula Caplan: No!
Fiona Volpe: Don’t let her make so much noise! Use the chloroform!
James Bond: Well, Largo did promise he’d come, didn’t he?
Domino Derval: He’ll be here, don’t worry. James, I think that man’s waving at you.
Felix Leiter: James! Come down here! Quick!
James Bond: Excuse me for a second.
Felix Leiter: James, Paula’s gone!
James Bond: What do you mean “gone”?
Felix Leiter: I don’t know. She just checked out of the hotel.
James Bond: You look after Domino. Watch her.
Felix Leiter: You think she was on to something?
James Bond: I don’t know, but I’ve got to find out. You watch out for her.
Pinder: Yeah, all right. Thank you. Governor’s not very happy but you’ll have your power cut as you requested, all over the island.
James Bond: I don’t give a damn about the rest of the island, I just want the lights out in Palmyra.
Pinder: You’ll have it.
Emilio Largo: What do you mean, she won’t talk?
Jannu: Don’t worry. She will.
Emilio Largo: What’s wrong?
Emilio Largo: Dimitri! Is it a power failure?
Dmitri: Yes. All over the island.
Emilio Largo: Switch over to the emergency generator.
Jannu: Yes, sir.
Kutze: Largo told you to be careful.
Vargas: I didn’t kill her. She must have taken some poison. A capsule in the mouth. What do you think? Cyanide?
Kutze: She’s dead.
Emilio Largo: Ricardo! What’s happeed?
Henchman: Ricardo! Someone’s got him!
Emilio Largo: Search that way! And you! The sharks’ pool!
Emilio Largo: What happened?
Henchman: I don’t know.
Emilio Largo: Leave him. This way!
Emilio Largo: Stop it! You fools! He’s got you all shooting at each other.
Henchman: It started down there!
Henchman: Over here!
Emilio Largo: No, no, no. I’ve got a better idea. Lift the tunnel hatch and let them eat.
Jannu: Yes, sir.
James Bond: Sorry, old chap. Better luck next time.
James Bond: Tell Leiter to stay with the girl. I’ll get back to him just as soon as I can.
Pinder: Anything else?
James Bond: Tell him Paula’s dead.
Pinder: Okay.
Fiona Volpe: Oh!
James Bond: Hello!
Fiona Volpe: Aren’t you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: Not from where I’m standing.
Fiona Volpe: Since you are here, would you mind giving me something to put on?
Fiona Volpe: Anyway, I’m very glad to see you again, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: I’m glad to see you again.
Fiona Volpe: I had a feeling you’ve been avoiding me.
James Bond: Well, you see, I had no idea that we were next-door neighbours.
Fiona Volpe: Oh, they just moved me down this afternoon. It’s extraordinary. Almost as if, uh…
James Bond: As if it was intended. Yes, it is extraordinary.
Fiona Volpe: Shouldn’t you get out of those wet clothes? You’ll catch your death of cold.
James Bond: Now look. You know we’re going to be too late.
Fiona Volpe: Too late for what?
James Bond: The Junkanoo. I promised my friends I’d meet them there. Perhaps you know them. The Largos.
Fiona Volpe: Questions, questions. All I get is questions. But the music is gonna go on all night anyhow. Enough to drive you wild.
James Bond: Really?
Fiona Volpe: Do you like wild things, Mr. Bond, James Bond?
James Bond: Wild? You should be locked up in a cage.
Fiona Volpe: This bed feels like a cage. All these bars. Do you think I’ll be safe?
Fiona Volpe: You made a shocking mess out of my hair, you sadistic brute. Will you zip me up, please?
James Bond: No wonder you can get dressed so quickly. On the way we can have a little talk. You may find it interesting. Come on.
Fiona Volpe: I’m coming. I hate to think I’m gonna miss anything. And now we can go somewhere for an interesting talk.
James Bond: Friends of yours, no doubt. Come in!
Fiona Volpe: You dress quickly too. I didn’t see that gun in the mirror.
James Bond: Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.
Fiona Volpe: And when did you find out?
James Bond: You’re wearing the same ring as Largo.
Fiona Volpe: It’s a ring I like to wear.
James Bond: Vanity has its dangers.
Fiona Volpe: Vanity, Mr. Bond – something you know so much about.
James Bond: 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?
Fiona Volpe: 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.
James Bond: Well, can’t win them all.
Fiona Volpe: We’ll take him out the front way. Go and get the car. Careful, Mr. Bond. Careful.
Henchman: Now look.
Fiona Volpe: Get through to Palmyra and tell them we’re being held up by the Junkanoo.
Henchman: Right.
Partygoer: Like to have a drink, man?
Fiona Volpe: Get him away!
Henchman: Go away!
Fiona Volpe: Don’t you try anything, now.
Henchman: Get out of here!
Partygoer: Try it. It’s real firewater.
Henchman: Get out of it! Get out of here!
Partygoer: Have a sip. Can’t harm you, man!
Fiona Volpe: Go after him! Get him!
Fiona Volpe: You haven’t seen anything?
Jannu: No!
Fiona Volpe: Look! Follow it. You, that side. You, there.
Fiona Volpe: Stay with us now.
James Bond: Thank you. I’d love to.
Woman: Love to what?
Woman: Oh, you’re mad. Do you know that?
James Bond: Yes. Isn’t everyone?
Fiona Volpe: May I cut in?
Woman: You should’ve told me your wife was here.
James Bond: Do you come here often?
Fiona Volpe: It’s no good trying to escape, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: I don’t want to escape. Strange as it may seem, I’ve grown accustomed to your face.
Fiona Volpe: Why don’t you come with us quietly?
James Bond: You don’t seem to understand. You see, I enjoy my dancing.
James Bond: Mind if my friend sits this one out? She’s just dead.
General: 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…
M: I hate to give in on this. Paying them blood money. Letting them beat us.
Home Secretary: Have you an alternative suggestion?
M: I’m afraid I haven’t.
Home Secretary: Your man, 007. I thought he was on to something.
M: I thought so too, sir.
Home Secretary: False alarm?
M: Afraid so.
Home Secretary: He obviously has a highly developed sense of…shall we say drama?
M: If 007 thought he was on to something…
Home Secretary: 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?
Felix Leiter: Well, that’s it, James. We’ve looked about everywhere.
James Bond: We’ve got to find that plane.
Felix Leiter: You won’t find it down there. That’s the Golden Grotto.
James Bond: Golden Grotto?
Felix Leiter: Yeah. All you’ll find down there are sharks.
James Bond: Take it down. I want a closer look.
Felix Leiter: Closer look at what?
James Bond: Nevermind! 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.
Felix Leiter: Right.
James Bond: I don’t know how long the others will take before they finish them off, but they’ll be back.
Felix Leiter: I’ll keep an eye on them.
James Bond: Good.
James Bond: Take these. She’s down there, alright,
Felix Leiter: Are the bombs on board?
James Bond: No.
Felix Leiter: Oh, great. Now what’s our next move?
James Bond: We’ll check on the Disco Volante. If the bombs aren’t on board her now, they soon will be.
Felix Leiter: Who are you going to ask? Largo?
James Bond: No, I don’t think we’ll have to.
James Bond: I hope we didn’t frighten the fish.
Domino Derval: Ow! Sea egg spines. They’re poisonous!
James Bond: Here. Give me your arm.
James Bond: 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.
Domino Derval: You’re the only man to ever make me cry. Except perhaps François, my brother when we were children.
James Bond: Domino, I have to tell you something.
Domino Derval: I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, speaking of love. I know…
James Bond: I must hurt you again.
Domino Derval: You’re going away. “So sorry, my dear, but it’s all over.”
James Bond: No, it’s about your brother.
Domino Derval: What about him? François…He’s…He’s dead? What happened?
James Bond: It’s a long story. And it involves your friend, Largo. Domino, I need your help.
Domino Derval: Of course. That’s why you made love to me.
James Bond: Look, I can’t explain what this is all about, but you must trust me.
Domino Derval: Because you want me to help you?
James Bond: 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.
Domino Derval: How could I know that?
James Bond: That you’ll have to find out. It won’t be easy. It could be very dangerous.
Domino Derval: What can he do to me he hasn’t already done?
James Bond: Then you’ll do it?
Domino Derval: Yes.
James Bond: Good. This is a Geiger counter. You press this lever. If it starts clicking, it means the bombs are aboard.
Domino Derval: What do I do then?
James Bond: Go straight up on deck. As the Disco Volante is being watched, you’ll be spotted.
Domino Derval: Vargas behind you.
James Bond: Really?
Domino Derval: He must have followed us.
James Bond: I think he got the point.
Domino Derval: It should have been Largo.
James Bond: Largo…When did he expect you back?
Domino Derval: Very soon now. He said not to be late. He was most insistent.
James Bond: You better go straight back. I’ll take care of Vargas and everything here.
Domino Derval: 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.
James Bond: We haven’t much time.
Domino Derval: All right. Oh, something I remembered. It may not be important…
James Bond: Tell me, everything’s important.
Domino Derval: 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.
James Bond: Where do the steps lead to?
Domino Derval: Down into the sea, on the far side of Palmyra. Perhaps it is important, after all.
Emilio Largo: Put on your equipment.
Felix Leiter: We get a message saying the girl went on board the Disco?
PInder: Oh, yes, sir. Signal received at, uh…
Felix Leiter: If she is on board, where’s 007 now?
PInder: That’s a question.
Emilio Largo: Stand by. Five seconds. Watch my signal.
Emilio Largo: Captain, get under way.
Deckhand: All right.
Emilio Largo: Captain, weigh anchor. Get under way immediately. Once we pick up the merchandise, head for our target area: Miami.
Rado Operator: The Disco Volante’s leaving, sir.
Emilio Largo: I told you to stay in your cabin.
Domino Derval: It’s stuffy in there, I want a breath of air.
Emilio Largo: My dear, did you not hear me? Where did you get that?
Domino Derval: I bought it this morning.
Emilio Largo: Let me see.
Domino Derval: No, why should I?
Emilio Largo: 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!
Emilio Largo: 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.
Emilio Largo: What do you want?
Kutze: We’re activating the bombs. You said you wanted to be told.
Emilio Largo: 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.
Felix Leiter: Now go on. It’s a good thing the homing capsule he swallowed is still working. Straight ahead. Go right. Go on right. That’s him! Hold it! Up!
James Bond: 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 Fowey Point.
Felix Leiter: Right. Hang on to that.
James Bond: And the kitchen sink.
Felix Leiter: On you, everything looks good. Take this. Good luck.
Emilio Largo: Make smoke!
Disco Volante Crew Member:: Making smoke…now!
Emilio Largo: Stand by for conversion.
Disco Volante Crew Member:: Standing by.
Emilio Largo: Jettison cocoon.
Disco Volante Crew Member:: Cocoon’s away.
Disco Volante Crew Member:: Keep firing! They’re closing!
Disco Volante Crew Member:: Come on! Fire! More! Over there!
Emilio Largo: Away from there. We’ve still got one bomb aboard.
Kutze: 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.
Domino Derval: Where is he?
Kutze: Look, the bomb cannot be exploded now. I threw the arming device into the sea. Do you understand?
Domino Derval: Yes.
Emilio Largo: Get him! Get him!
Domino Derval: I’m glad I killed him.
James Bond: You’re glad!? Who’s he?
Domino Derval: I don’t know but he helped me.
Kutze: Look out! The rocks!
Domino Derval: The reef!
James Bond: He’s jammed the controls! Come on! Come on, now! Jump!
Kutze: I didn’t learn to swim!
James Bond: Never too late to learn!
James Bond: Get down!
James Bond: Up!
Domino Derval: Oh!