Roger Moore was the first to go bare-headed in this gun-barrel sequence. The gun-barrel image was followed by a pre-title credits sequence. This was the second instance in which Bond did not appear in the pre-title credits sequence. |
Film Plot Summary
In the pre-title credits sequence, there were three murders of British MI6 agents within a 24 hour period: (1) at the United Nations in New York City, United Kingdom representative-delegate Dawes was killed by his sabotaged sonic earpiece (# 1 death), while keeping an eye on San Monique's Prime Minister Dr. Kananga (Yaphet Kotto), (2) in New Orleans, Louisiana, another agent named Hamilton was standing across the street from a Fillet of Soul restaurant when he was stabbed in the side while watching a funeral parade (and his body was placed in the coffin) (# 2 death), and (3) on the Caribbean island of San Monique, a third agent named Baines was tied to a stake and murdered (bitten by a yellow and green snake) (# 3 death) during a bizarre, frenzied nighttime voodoo ritual.
The debonair, super-cool agent James Bond (Roger Moore) was called upon to investigate, summoned from his bed at 5:48 am which he shared with voluptuous Italian agent Miss Caruso (Madeline Smith) (# 1 tryst) ("Beautiful Girl" in credits) who had been involved in his recent Italian mission in Rome, but had since gone missing. "M" (Bernard Lee) and Miss Moneypenny (Lois Maxwell) came to Bond's apartment for an early morning visit to deliver instructions, causing Bond to quickly hide the scantily-clad woman, in a game of cat-and-mouse, while he was briefed. Miss Moneypenny actually conspired to help Bond hide Miss Caruso in a living room closet and avoid detection by "M." Bond was to travel to New York, aided by Q's latest gadget - a bullet-deflecting Rolex watch. He learned that all three killings were of individuals looking into the suspicious activities of San Monique's corrupt statesman Dr. Kananga, who was presently in New York addressing the United Nations's Pan Island Unity Conference. After "M" and Miss Moneypenny departed, Bond used his watch's magnet to unzip the back of Miss Caruso's dress (Caruso: "Such a delicate touch." Bond: "Sheer magnetism, darling"). Bond's arrival in New York was foreseen by a psychic named Solitaire (revealed later) through a tarot card reading.
Bond flew on Pan Am to New York, and was enroute via taxi to meet CIA agent Felix Leiter (David Hedison), who informed him by phone that Kananga was under constant surveillance. Suddenly an attempt was made on Bond's life on the FDR Expressway. A white pimp-mobile driven by obese henchmen Whisper (Earl Jolly Brown) shot a dart at the cab driver's head from his car's right side rear-view mirror (# 4 death). Bond barely survived by steering the out-of-control vehicle and crashing it into a parked van once he exited the freeway. Afterwards, he ventured to the Oh Cult Voodoo Shop (33 East 65th Street) where the owner of the pimp-mobile had been traced by Leiter, and he saw Whisper slip into a backroom. He followed, finding himself in an underground garage where Whisper's vehicle was parked, and then saw a gang of people (three men and a lady) leaving in another vehicle. Bond was tailed and spotted by numerous individuals ("You got a honky on your tail") as he followed the car in a taxi (driven by another henchman, Cab Driver 1 (Arnold Williams)), heading uptown toward Harlem and their destination, another Fillet of Soul restaurant. After ordering a "bourbon and water" at a booth, the wall revolved and Bond found himself at gunpoint in another room - he had fallen into the hands of Harlem black crime lord and syndicate leader, "Mr. Big" (also Yaphet Kotto). Bond was led to believe that Kananga had ties to the Harlem crime kingpin.
He met the gangster's psychic tarot card-soothsayer and virginal "High Priestess" Solitaire (Jane Seymour) who had predicted his fateful arrival ("I know who you are, what you are and why you've come. You have made a mistake. You will not succeed"). Bond was disarmed by Mr. Big's imposing henchman Tee Hee (Julius W. Harris) who had a steel arm and a pincer-hook for a hand, used to twist the barrel of Bond's gun. Afterwards, Solitaire had Bond pick a card to identify himself, and he turned over the Fool card ("You have found yourself"). After Mr. Big ordered Bond to be killed ("Y'all take this honky out and waste him, now"), Bond selected another card to foretell his future, the Lovers card, and he asked Solitaire, prophetically: "Us?" He was dragged outside by two black thugs, but after a brief struggle knocked them out, and was met by Leiter's CIA assistant Harold Strutter (Lon Satton) who had been trailing him. He spoke to Leiter through Strutter's dashboard cigarette lighter communicator ("A genuine Felix lighter"), and learned that diplomat Kananga was leaving by private plane within the hour for San Monique.
Voodoo God of Cemeteries and Chief of the Legion of the Dead - the tall and formidable Baron Samedi (Geoffrey Holder), introduced as "The Man Who Cannot Die," appeared in an outlandish costume and frightful make-up as he performed a musical extravaganza before a hotel audience on the island of San Monique. Bond had just arrived there - he had followed Kananga and checked into his hotel room/bungalow. Using a hand-held bug sweeper/detector, he discovered his room was thoroughly bugged, and then with his hairbrush transmitter, he communicated by Morse Code with CIA undercover agent Quarrel Jr. (Roy Stewart) (son of Bond's ally Quarrel from Dr. No (1962)). As Bond took a bath and shaved, a poisonous snake was let loose in his bathroom, and Whisper (posing as a hotel waiter) delivered champagne. Bond fried the snake with a makeshift blowtorch - a blast of fiery aftershave aerosol lit by his cigar, and then averted harm from a gun-wielding African-American woman who had claimed to the front desk that she was "Mrs. Bond" and had already checked into the room. She explained that she was Rosie Carver (Gloria Hendry), a CIA agent there to back him up (she had previously aided Baines). Bond proposed that they "catch up on old times" overnight, although she retreated to the second bedroom. But when she discovered a hat with bloody chicken feathers on her bed ("a warning"), she embraced Bond for protection and spent the night with him (# 2 tryst).
The next morning at breakfast, after Bond intercepted an upside-down Queen of Cups tarot card message functioning as a warning, he visited the local "High Priestess" tarot card shop near the hotel (where Solitaire did readings). Then, he hired Quarrel Jr's deep-sea fishing boat to take them by water to the spot where Rosie claimed that Baines had been killed. It was near a cliff-top mansion - the "house of the Kananga woman" who reportedly had the "power of the Obeah." On the way, Rosie discovered that Quarrel Jr. was another CIA agent. Solitaire was again reading tarot cards for Kananga, predicting Bond's appearance and further violence, and transmitting her visions of the future ("It is death"). Kananga was relying on her psychic powers to guide his plans. Kananga then revealed that he had hired Rosie to work as a double-agent. By phone, the dictator ordered his men to kill Bond: "I want no bodies this time, no trace." After a brief picnic love-making interlude with Rosie (# 3 tryst), Bond revealed that he hadn't been deceived by her - calling her "a deceitful, perverse woman, a liar, a cheat." She begged for her life: "You couldn't. You wouldn't. Not after what we've just done." Bond replied: "I certainly wouldn't have killed you before." When she ran scared from Bond through the jungle, she was gunned down in the back (# 5 death) by an unseen assailant hidden in a voodoo statue, one of Kananga's scarecrows.
Kananga questioned Solitaire about her misinterpreted answer and what went wrong - why had Rosie been killed instead of Bond? He was disturbed by her change of mood, not knowing that she was having recurring visions, through her tarot cards, of becoming Bond's lover. She had to remain chaste in order to retain her mystical, psychic powers and keep herself from danger, although she was beginning to have visions of making love to Bond, signaled by the Lovers card. Her mother had also had the same power, as an upset Kananga reminded her not to lose her virginity: "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."
Bond used a hang-glider (held in place by a wire and guided by a crane on Quarrel Jr's' boat) to fly over and infiltrate Solitaire's cliff-top island home that night. As he landed, he knocked a sentry guard off a cliff (# 6 death, # 1 Bond kill). Inside, Solitaire berated Bond for playing with her tarot cards, although he told her that sex with him was in her future: "The cards say we will be lovers." She asserted it was "impossible" and "forbidden" for her to lose her virginity - it would mean the loss of her magical powers. Bond tricked her to pick a card from a fixed Tarot deck (composed completely of The Lovers cards), and she slept with Bond (# 4 tryst). She was a willing lover, seeking to escape the oppressive Kananga, although she needed reassurance from "lover" Bond: "There has to be a first time for everyone." And then he confessed his duplicity in seducing her: "Darling, I have a small confession to make...The deck was slightly stacked in my favor." She replied: "The physical violation cannot be undone," and she feared Kananga's retaliation. He promised to protect her, but first needed to know the deadly and valuable secret of what Kananga was protecting at Voodooland. But before leaving, he agreed to remain for another round of love-making (Bond: "There's no sense in going off half-cocked") (# 5 tryst).
The next morning, the two of them searched together in the vicinity of Voodooland, and came upon Kananga's scarecrows (actually closed circuit TV surveillance devices), and an unmasked Baron Samedi playing a flute (a radio transmitter) in a cemetery outside a small chapel - the voodoo-lord's imposing presence and threats had kept other locals out of the area. They were watched by Kananga's henchmen as they came upon massive fields of poppies being grown under camouflage netting. Enemy helicopters with machine guns opened fire on them. They fled and came upon a small village, where Bond commandeered a run-down double-decker bus to escape from more of Kananga's men, who chased them on three Harley-Davidson motorcycles and in two police cars. The motorcycles were upended when Bond skidded the bus in a circle on a slick surface and the braking bikes hit the wet surface to avoid a collision. During the remainder of the exciting high-speed pursuit, one police car was sent into a field. Bond sliced off the top level of the bus when he approached a low-level overpass/bridge - and the wrecked deck conveniently trapped the occupants of the remaining police car. After arriving safely at the harbor, Solitaire and Bond escaped on Quarrel Jr's' boat - and the couple went below deck. Solitaire was asked where she wanted to go, and she reclined back on the cabin bed for more love-making, suggesting: "Anywhere where we can find one of these." (# 6 tryst).
Once the couple arrived at the New Orleans International airport, with plans to meet up with Felix Leiter, Mr. Big's men (notified by Kananga) made another attempt to seize Bond and Solitaire. The two were trapped in a taxi-cab (driven again by Cab Driver 1 - who joked: "Well, hello Jim"), in which the doors automatically locked and a partition separated them from the driver. They were taken to an awaiting private jet at the adjacent local airport, where the henchmen - including thug Adam (Tommy Lane), planned to kill Bond "sky-diving" without a parachute. After Solitaire created a diversion, Bond was able to flee through the many aircraft hangars by hijacking a training school single-engine plane with a student passenger, causing the demolition of scores of cars and aircraft before he escaped (although Solitaire was recaptured). After Bond met up with Leiter, the two of them visited the local Fillet of Soul restaurant on Docker Street. [Outside on the street before their arrival, CIA agent Strutter was murdered in the same manner as Hamilton in the pre-title credits sequence. (# 7 death, off-screen)] Inside, Bond was swallowed up through a trap-door in the floor near the stage when Leiter was called away for a fake phone call. In the basement, the 007 agent again found himself confronted by Mr. Big, Solitaire, and henchman Tee Hee. When Bond was asked by the jealous and protective Mr. Big about whether he had slept with Solitaire ("Did you mess with that?...Did you touch her?"), he refused to answer to anyone but Kananga ("When I see Kananga"). Mr. Big ripped off his facial disguise to reveal himself as Kananga, and Bond was astonished ("Quite revealing"), but it all made sense. Kananga was harvesting the poppy crop as part of his plan to gain a monopoly on the world's heroin market. His ruthless goal, backed by his manipulative use of Baron Samedi's local voodoo cult, was to drive the competitive Mafia drug business bankrupt by flooding the US market with two tons (over $1 billion dollars worth) of free narcotics ("A sort of junkie's welfare system") to double the number of dependent addicts in the country, and then by selling his own stockpiled supply at inflated prices to establish a monopoly. He was using his own chain of Fillet of Soul restaurants to distribute his drug supply.
To test Solitaire's ability to continue to foretell the future, Kananga threatened to have Tee Hee snip off the little finger of Bond's right hand if she answered his first question incorrectly, and then proceed to more "vital areas." Solitaire was told she correctly identified the registration number on the back of Bond's Rolex watch, and Bond was saved, but he was knocked unconscious by Tee Hee, and Whisper was ordered to transport him to his Louisiana crocodile farm. With Bond out of the way, a disappointed Kananga, feeling spiteful and betrayed, admitted Solitaire's watch number guess wasn't "even close" and he knew she no longer could help him without her psychic powers. Now that she was no use to him, he brutally slapped her and decided to kill her at "the proper time."
At the backwoods crocodile farm, Bond was given a tour of the facility by Tee Hee - a dilapidated wooden building mostly functioned as a front for Kananga's drug refining and packing/shipping activities. While feeding the crocs with raw meat, the good-natured Tee Hee showed off old Albert who had bitten off his arm years ago when he was careless. Bond was left marooned on a small island in the middle of a bunch of hungry crocodiles. Bond ingeniously escaped by jumping over the backs of the crocodiles to reach land. He then set the wooden building housing the refining plant on fire, and fled in a high-powered Glastron speedboat into the nearby Louisiana bayou. Kananga's thugs (summoned at the dock by Adam) also pursued in high-powered speedboats at the start of the spectacular and extended chase sequence. The local redneck Sheriff J. W. Pepper (Clifton James) was in the middle of arresting Adam for speeding on a strip of land, when Bond's speedboat did a leap into the air over the Sheriff's car before landing back in the water. One of the thugs' errant boats plowed into the Sheriff's car, and another ended up in a swimming pool when Bond decided to ditch his boat (when it ran out of gas) on land and steal another one. Adam escaped and drove to a Ranger station where he also stole the speed-boat belonging to the Sheriff's brother-in-law Billy Bob to join the pursuit. Bond's boat briefly skidded on the bank and passed a wedding ceremony, but the boat behind him crashed into the reception tent. Adam was left as the sole pursuer by water. Multiple wrecks occurred when both boats crossed the highway in front of four state police cars involved in the chase. After Adam was blinded by Bond with a mixture of chemicals thrown into his face, his out-of-control boat collided with a docked derelict ship and exploded (# 8 death, # 2 Bond kill).
At the main dock, Bond was greeted by Felix Leiter, and told that Kananga had returned to San Monique with Solitaire (and with Baron Samedi). The police captain had to explain to an enraged Sheriff Pepper (who earlier complained about the swamp filled with "Black Russians") that Bond was a "secret agent" working with the local "boys." The Fillet of Soul restaurant in New Orleans had been raided, and there were only three half-burnt tarot cards left behind (a prediction of Solitaire's fate by Baron Samedi): Death, the Moon, and The High Priestess. Back on San Monique under cover of night at 11:30 pm, Bond and Quarrel Jr. took a rubber raft to shore near the cemetery-chapel, the entrance to Voodooland. Bond took a shark gun with compressed gas pellets, just in case. Quarrel Jr's' task was to plant incendiary bombs set to explode at midnight in the poppy fields. Bond meanwhile watched from the cemetery as a strange voodoo sacrificial ceremony was in progress. Solitaire was led out for execution and her wrists were tied to stakes, as a costumed witch doctor emerged, opened a casket filled with poisonous snakes, and taunted his victim with a green and yellow one. Top-hatted cemetery god Baron Samedi with skeletal makeup ascended from an underground gravesite, after which Bond shot and killed the witch-doctor (# 9 death, # 3 Bond kill), and then shot a hole in the left side of the brain of Samedi, although when he took a second shot, it appeared Bond had fired at a cyborg robot. Bond then killed another crazed worshipper with two shots (# 10 death, # 4 Bond kill), and then cut Solitaire loose with a machete, as the poppy fields exploded at the stroke of midnight. As they fled, a second Samedi emerged from the grave, gave his trademark loud laugh, and fought one-on-one against Bond. He was punched backward into the open coffin and presumably was bitten to death (# 11 death, # 5 Bond kill).
Bond and Solitaire entered Kananga's subterranean lair by tapping on one of the gravestones, and Bond fought off a few henchmen guards. They raced through a network of underground caverns, but were overtaken by guards and confronted by Kananga himself. The villain described how heroin was transported from his hideaway in large watertight metal canisters (containing 20 cans of 25 pounds each). The couple were tied together, and Bond's forearm was sliced to draw blood and lure "diners" (sharks). The two were to be lowered into Kananga's pool and served up as bait for his pet sharks. 007 employed the magnet on his Rolex watch to snag a CO2 shark bullet (he hid it in his mouth), and then used the buzz-saw gadget to cut himself free. In a final combative showdown, Bond kicked Whisper into one of the large canisters and sealed it (death unknown), and then fought against Kananga. They both fell into the shark pool, where Bond forced a large compressed-air shark bullet (or pellet) into Kananga's mouth and made him bite into it and swallow it. He pushed him below the water's surface, and then when the bullet discharged, Kananga's body began inflating, in a clearly-disgusting and gory death scene. He was propelled out of the water into the air like a rising helium balloon. When his floating-upward, engorged body struck an upper structure, his elasticized, swelled-up body of skin popped or exploded (# 12 death, # 6 Bond kill). When "lover" Solitaire was released and asked: "Where's Kananga?", Bond quipped: "He always did have an inflated opinion of himself." They escaped the lair on Kananga's monorail.
In the final scene, Bond and Solitaire took an overnight train from New Orleans to New York, but didn't know that Tee Hee was also onboard (concealed in a US Mail bag). As they prepared to make love in their sleeper cabin (Solitaire: "The first time in my life, I feel like a complete woman"), Tee Hee sabotaged the train, broke into their room, and attempted to kill Bond with his pincer-hook hand. He trapped Solitaire in her wall bunk bed, and then the two fought in the cramped room, until Bond caught and clamped Tee Hee's pincers to the window frame (by cutting control wires in his arm) before tossing him out the window (# 13 death, # 7 Bond kill), leaving Tee Hee's disembodied arm hanging there. Hearing Solitaire's muffled cries behind the closed bunk bed, Bond released her and she exasperatingly asked: "Now what are you doing?" After tossing Tee Hee's artificial arm out the window and closing it, he replied: "Just being disarming, darling." As the train continued on its way and she and Bond presumably proceeded to make love again (# 7 tryst), the undead Baron Samedi sat on the front of the locomotive, laughing, just before the end credits began.
Film Notables (Awards, Facts, etc.)
The eighth film in the series.
This was director Guy Hamilton's second consecutive Bond film, and his third film overall. He also directed Goldfinger (1964) and Diamonds Are Forever (1971).
The first of seven films with Roger Moore as James Bond, the longest continually-serving actor in the role, with 7 films over 12 years (1973-1985). Moore would be the third actor to portray Bond over a period of four years. Moore was slightly distinctive from Connery's Bond - he smoked long cigars (rather than cigarettes), drank bourbon (rather than martinis), and didn't wear a hat.
Released during the early 1970s "blaxploitation" film era, with a racially-driven plot about drug trafficking (and terms bandied about such as "Pimpmobile" and "Honky") which were meant to blatantly capitalize on the hot trend in American film. It was also the first (and only) Bond film with supernatural elements.
The character Rosie Carver (Gloria Hendry) was the first black Bond girl, portrayed as an incompetent and inept CIA double-agent. She experienced two trysts (# 2 and # 3 above) or love scenes with Bond - controversial in some places. The government of South Africa (due to apartheid) required that the inter-racial sex scenes be removed before the film's release in the country.
This film surprisingly featured no "Q" character or gadget scene whatsoever, although "Q" did ship Bond a magnetic Rolex watch.
The film continued the trend of corny humor and sight gags from the previous film, particularly in the character of Southern, uneducated, uncouth and prejudiced Sheriff J.W. Pepper (Clifton James), who might have been more appropriate in a Smokey and the Bandit film.
This was the first Bond film to be set in a fictional country. On the Caribbean island of San Monique (although filmed on Jamaica), one of the villain's henchmen was voodoo 'cyborg assassin' Baron Samedi (Geoffrey Holder), and although Bond put a bullet through his brain, it appeared he had only shot a robot. Before the end credits, the undead and laughing Samedi again confusingly appeared as he sat on the front of the locomotive of the overnight train carrying Bond and Solitaire to New York.
With an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Song (Paul McCartney & Wings' "Live and Let Die") - the first James Bond theme song in the series to be nominated. It was the first rock theme of the Bond franchise.
With a production budget of $7 million, and gross revenue of $35 million (domestic) and $162 million (worldwide).
Set-pieces: The double-decker bus chase scene, the destructive chase through the New Orleans local airport, Bond's escape from Kananga's Louisiana crocodile farm involving the speedboat (and police car) chase through the Louisiana bayou, the death scene of inflated Kananga in a shark pool, and Bond's fight to the death against Tee Hee in the cabin of the overnight train.
Bond Villains: Dr. Kananga/Mr. Big (Yaphet Kotto), Whisper (Earl Jolly Brown), Tee Hee (Julius W. Harris), Cab Driver 1 (Arnold Williams), Baron Samedi (Geoffrey Holder), Rosie Carver (Gloria Hendry), Adam (Tommy Lane)
Bond Girls: Miss Caruso (Madeline Smith), Solitaire (Jane Seymour)
Number of Love-Making Encounters: 7
Film Locales: New York City, US (United Nations), New Orleans, Louisiana, San Monique - a fictional island in the Caribbean, London, England, Harlem (uptown) in NYC, surrounding bayou areas in New Orleans
Gadgets: sonic blasting earpiece, switchblade knife, Pulsar digital watch, Rolex wrist watch with a hyper-intensified magnetic field bullet-deflector and buzz-saw, Whisper's poison dart-shooting right-side rear-view car mirror, cigarette lighter communicator, hand-held bug sweeper/detector, hairbrush transmitter, hang glider, Dr. Kananga's scarecrows (closed circuit TV surveillance devices), flute radio transmitter, shark pellet gun that fires compressed air bullets
Vehicles: Double Decker Bus, Harley Davidson motorcycles, Glastron Speedboats, Kananga's underground monorail, Overnight train
Number of Deaths (Bond Kills): 13 (7)
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Voila! Finally, the Live And Let Die script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the James Bond movie. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Live And Let Die. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You won't hurt my feelings. Honest.
...was so ably pointed out by the Secretary-General in his opening remarks. But - and I must emphasise this point - no formula can, or will, ever cover each case. For instance... ...when three or more applicants have been recognised, which is in direct contradiction to... Whose funeral is it? Yours. One more time again. Not married, by any chance, are you? Good morning, . Good... good morning. Insomnia, sir? Instructions. You haven't much time. I'll explain as you pack. Pack, sir? Three agents have been killed in the last hours. Dawes in New York, Hamilton in New Orleans and Baines in the Caribbean. Baines. I rather liked Baines. We shared the same boot maker. 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 Caribbean island 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. The Italians were most impressed by the way you handled the Rome affair. Thank you, sir. Sugar? Thanks. 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. - It's only the hour that's indecent. - Really? I've got your ticket to New York. Q has repaired your wristwatch. - And some background on San Monique. - Thank you, Moneypenny. I'm sure the overburdened British taxpayer will be fascinated to know will how the Special Ordnance Section disburses its funds. In future, Commander, may I suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street. Good God! Pulling out this button turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field, powerful enough to deflect the path of a bullet - at long range - or so Q claims. - I feel tempted to test that theory now. If you don't mind, Commander, my spoon. Sorry, sir. Thank you. Dr Kananga is at present in New York. The CIA have been informed. They are helping with surveillance. Your flight arrives at . am. Now, where did I leave my coat? 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. Y:i He comes over water. Y:i 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? Y:i Traffic permitting, I should be with you in half an hour. Y:i Then you can buy me the best lunch in New York. Hi, James. Your friend Kananga has just left the UN. He's probably headed back to his embassy. No, don't worry. The place is eyeballed, wired for sound - the works. Right. I'll see you in 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: . . What is that?! Felix? You know I hate to trouble you, but I've run into a little bother. You what?! Get me a make on a white pimpmobile. - - . Nelson David George. Y:i It would seem, Dr Kananga, that the conference has not lived up to your expectations. 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-lsland Unity Conference. Sir... I wish to point out... that... Y:i too many of our island neighbours Y:i have once again let themselves be... bullied by United States industry. Y:i The story is an old one, Y:i the record a clear one. Y:i Since my historic statement of principles Y:i was delivered and acted upon some six months ago, Y:i our economic outlook has improved dramatically. Y:i By exercising our policy of friendship to all with favouritism towards none, Y:i new respect for the entire area has been injected. Y:i And even though some of my... James? That car is registered to a shop at East th Street. That's only a block away from here. Right. Take your time, buddy. Kananga's knitting a flag in there. Y:i It might be the easiest thing to do. Something... in heads? Just browsing, thank you. Five dollars. Do you think you could giftwrap it for me, please? Lengthwise, if you don't mind. Thank you. Y:i ... remains my first concern. Y:i Thus San Monique's obligations to her island neighbours would seem clear. Y:i Those who fawn and crawl in the face of intimidation Y:i must perforce look up to those who stand, proudly, Y:i wrapped in a justifiable self-confidence. Y:i The time has come, painful as it may be, Y:i to gaze out among our sister nations in the area and see if any stands... He's tailing. I got him in my sights. - You know where you're goin', man? - Uptown, I believe. Uptown? We headin' into Harlem, man. Just keep on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra $ for you. Man, for bucks, I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout. th. 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 headin' on in! Good afternoon. - Bourbon and water, please. - The first booth will do. Tell him neat, would you? - 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've made a mistake. You will not succeed. Rather a sweeping statement, considering we've never met. The cards have followed you for me. You get ripped off in Detroit, you yell out to me! D'you hear? Is he armed? You can't be too careful in New York City. Funny how the least little thing amuses him. Fascinating. That's you, quite obviously. An amazing resemblance. Am I in there as well? Pick a card. Turn it over. You have found yourself. I'm telling you, go out 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... Names is for tombstones, baby. Y'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's he think this is? Blow his friggin' head off. Drop it! Now. Harold Strutter, CIA. Where were you when I didn't need you? It got obvious you weren't coming out front. Not even with that clever disguise you were wearing. A white face in Harlem. Good thinking, Bond. Let's get outta here. I'm surprised they didn't spot you. There's a 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 . Only one man 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? Question is, what would Mr Big want with a two-bit island diplomat? Y:i Mr Big? Where the hell does "he" fit into this mess? A genuine Felix lighter. Illuminating. Y:i Now listen, James, Kananga's got a private plane and he's leaving for San Monique within the hour. Y:i - Get me on the next available flight. - I already did. I 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 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 musical extravaganza we've cooked up for you wonderful people. Good evening. The name's Bond. I have a reservation. Mr Bond. Of course. Mrs Bond's been expecting you. - Mrs Bond? - She arrived earlier this afternoon. Said she preferred something a little more... private. Bungalow . An incurable romantic - Mrs Bond. Room service, please. Room service? This is Mr Bond. Bungalow . 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? Oh, no. I can manage. Thank you. - Here 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 Smith & Wesson. Corrugated three-inch stock, no serial number, standard CIA issue. The 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. He cabled me you were coming and asked if I would 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... - A snake! I should have 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 will be a very busy day. 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... 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. It's just a hat, darling, belonging to a small-headed man who lost a fight with a chicken. It's a warning. Get it outta here! Oh, please! Please don't leave me alone tonight. James, please promise me! All right, darling, if you insist... I promise. Thank you. Rosie! Breakfast's up! Rosie! - Are you ready yet? - What? I have to see about organising a car. I'll see you in the lobby. Over here, sir! Guarantee big fish. Catch big fish, sir! Hey, baby! Over here! Bring your man over here! Just $ ! Have a date! You got warm lady? We got cold beer over here, man. You wanna catch a big fish, sir? It's only � 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 have 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. Y:i There will be violence. Y:i He approaches even now. By land or water? Water. He has arrived. Good. Rosie's been more efficient than I anticipated. I know where we could 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? Y:i 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 p�t� in the hamper. I'm in no hurry. Are you? No. James! You don't know what finding you has meant to me. 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, sir. 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. 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... a bit of luck. Good luck, for both of us. The cards say we will be lovers. You are 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. Of course it did. You're visual proof of that, aren't you? Come on, cheer up, darling. There 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 was my fate. By compelling me to earthly love, the cards themselves have taken away my powers. Darling, I've... a small confession to make. Now, try not to be too upset. The deck was slightly stacked in my favour. It makes no difference. The physical violation cannot be undone. When he finds out I've lost my power... he'll kill me. Oh, 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 voodoo land. Darling, three men and a girl have been killed in the last four days. Not counting the times they've tried to stop me from discovering what Kananga's protecting. Now, do you want to be on that boat or not? I simply read the cards for him. I have 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? These scarecrows are to scare "people" away. You're not scared, are you? Lesson number four: Follow the scarecrows. - Good morning, boss. - 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 - . We have picked them up. Y:i Base to - . Arrest Bond. But I repeat, the girl is not to be touched. Message received and understood. Over and out. Y:i Base to all units. I repeat, the girl is not to be touched. Get out of the way! Sweet mother of pearl! All change! End of the line! Get down below, quickly! Here, I'll do that. You get her started. Y:i It appears... a bus. James! He'll be looking for me now. I know he'll never stop. Come on, darling. It's all over. Voodoo land was just poppy fields. A simple matter of heroin smuggling. I'll have a word with a man named Felix, turn the 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 could catch a flight and be there in the morning. Get in touch with Felix. 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're 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 this sure beats the hell out of Harlem, don't it? Well, hello, Jim! What's happenin', 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, 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 helluva view of the lake from feet. My only regret is I won't be there to see it. Let's go! - Good morning. You're... - Mrs Bell. You're not my instructor. Where's Mr Bleeker? Indisposed. I'll be giving the lesson. What's on for today? Let's just wing it, shall we, Mrs Bell? You're over-revving. - Leroy, slow down, for Pete's sake! - Do what the man say! I can't... I can't find the brake! Close those doors! Holy shit! OK, Don. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Right. Talk to you later. I've got to go and give a lesson. Same time tomorrow, Mrs Bell? Yes, Mr Bleeker. Yes, sir. I know you just can't glue the wings back on. Now, Mr Bleeker, I'm sure there's no reason for name-calling. That's fine. Don't forget the double vents. I appreciate she's one of your best pupils. That's a little frantic. I'll keep the other three. Any such suggestion should be put in writing to Washington. - How is Mrs Bell? - Intensive care, but she'll pull through. Yes, sir. No one's questioning your patriotism. I'm sure you're a veteran, sir. Felix, find out if there's a Fillet Of Soul restaurant in town. 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? This is New Orleans. Relax! - One of you Felix Leiter? - Yeah, right here. - Call for you. A guy called Strutter. - Thanks. For a minute, I thought Harry was laying down on a job. What happened to my... - What happened to my friend? - What happened? Listen. Thanks for droppin' in, baby. Yeah, you're 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. And that disturbed me. And 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 got my own plans for you, baby. But first there's one little question that he wants answers for. Then 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 an 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 won't see sunlight unless you answer! I'd 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. Then there's 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 junkies' welfare system. Merely until the number of addicts in the country has doubled, shall we say? Then I will market that acreage 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 who did the fortune-telling. Let's hope for both your sakes she still can. The question still stands, Mr Bond. Asked by the gentleman concerned. Did you touch her? Well, 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 will 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: - - - . Do I speak the truth? You speak the truth. Well... if nothing else, at least I've 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 - 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? 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 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 careless with him some time 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. I was rather counting on that. There are two ways to disable a crocodile, you know. I... don't suppose you'd care to share that information with me? One way is to jam a pencil into the depression hole behind his eyes. And the other? The other's twice as simple. You just put your hand in his mouth and pull his teeth out. Fire! Evans, get him! Adam, in the car! Head him off! Hector, move, damn it! Bond ripped off one of our boats. He's headed for the Irish Bayou. Y:i The man that gets him, stays alive! Now move, you mothers! Toby. Y:i I got me a regular Ben Hur down here. Doin' minimum. Y:i - Need any help, JW? - Hell, no! You got a set of wheels that just won't quit, boy! If they's yours, that is. You spin around, boy. Ten fingers on the fender. Legs apart. I'm sure this ain't exactly your debut at this sort of thing. You picked the wrong parish to haul ass through, boy. Nobody cuts and runs on Sheriff JW Pepper. And that's him speakin' that, by the bye! What the... Y:i JW? Y:i Soon as you nail that offendin' vehicle, Miss Pearson just called. Y:i Seems her dog's foamin' all at the mouth. Y:i She's got him locked up in the shed Y:i and wondered if you'd like to come over and shoot it for her. You tell Miss Pearson to take a flyin'... 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! Y:i Unit in position. Y:i Ten-four, . Come in, . Y:i Hey, JW. Seems like Deke Rogers done got his boat stole off the river Y:i but got a new one in his swimming pool. Y:i - Sheriff, get your boys off my frequency! - Give me that! Now you listen to me, trooper boy! We got a swamp full of Black Russians drivin' boats to beat the band down here! Y:i Relax, Sheriff. We've got a roadblock waiting for them at Miller's Bridge. Unit at Miller's Bridge. We're just about all set here. Make that secure there! D'you hear? OK, fellas. Here they come! All right, out of my way! I'm in charge here! You two boys, come on! Y:i I want those two men and their boats apprehended immediately! Yes, sir, Captain. I understand. But, I don't know where we're gonna find a boat fast enough to catch 'em. Call my brother-in-law, Billy Bob. He's got the fastest boat on the whole damn river. Billy Bob'll sure enough fix their ass! Yeah, call Billy Bob. Y:i There's two boats, Billy Bob. They're movin' like buttered pigs! Y:i Now, I promised these boys here you'd get 'em. Don't let me down. Cool down, JW. I'm on my way. - Want something, boy? - Yes. I'd like to borrow this boat, if I may. Everybody on the river would like to borrow this boat. Y:i Billy Bob, we've got 'em spotted. They're headed for Hayley's Landing. That's my brother-in-law! That's Billy Bob! He'll get 'em! Billy Bob'll get 'em! Hot damn! If one side of the Pepper family don't get 'em, 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... Y:i Headquarters to all units. Y:i Suspects seen proceeding down by Liberty towards Highway . Y:i Proceed with caution. Would you get that chicken coop off the road?! Did you ever think of gettin' a driver's licence, boy?! Are you sure that was your brother-in-law, Sheriff? - Felix, what are you doing here? - We'll get to that later. Kananga's in town. He's got your girl. 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've got a cage strong enough to hold an animal like you here! - Captain, enlighten the sheriff, please. - Yes, sir. JW, let me have a word with you. JW, now this fella's from London, England. He's an Englishman workin' 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 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... minutes. Watch out for sharks on the way back. We'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! 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? - How about an earthquake? Welcome home. Where's our boy? He'll be along any time now. I checked behind a rock and his wet suit is gone. Keep the change. It is unfortunate your wet suit was found only minutes before the field was destroyed. Don't tell me you're not insured? The poppy is 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 drink to the future. Miss Solitaire used to know all about the future. Especially 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 pounds each. There are cans to a shipment, packed in watertight metal containers. It's your show, but isn't there a simpler way of drowning someone? Drown, Mr Bond? I doubt you'd get the chance to drown. Perhaps we could try something on an even simpler vein. On the contrary, Mr Bond, I think you'll find those wounds quite fatal. Whisper... The gate. Slowly, Whisper, slowly, slowly. Let our diners assemble. Look out! Where's Kananga? He always did have an inflated opinion of himself. Oh, James! How do we get out of here? We take the train, of course. Thanks for everything, Felix. See you tomorrow night at the Club. Why do you want to travel this way? What the hell can the two of you do on the train for hours? Say goodbye to Felix, darling. Now, the first thing to learn in playing gin rummy is 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? For 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. 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.
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