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Film Plot Summary
In the pre-title credits sequence, an unauthorized Cessna plane landing at Cray Key (near Miami) was detected by an AWACS surveillance plane. The local American Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) in Florida was alerted. As best man, Bond (Timothy Dalton) was accompanying ex-CIA ally Felix Leiter (reprised by David Hedison 16 years after his first appearance) to his wedding, accompanied by burly boat-charter deep-sea fisherman pal Sharky (Frank McRae). Dressed in formal-wear, Leiter (head of the DEA in South Florida) was notified by a swooping Coast Guard helicopter with a sign: "Follow me" -- and the group was told they were given the 'green light' opportunity to seize recently-arrived Latin American (banana republic) drug lord Baron Franz Sanchez (Robert Davi). Leiter's wedding to blonde fiancee Della Churchill (Priscilla Barnes) was postponed when he and Bond were whisked away.
Nearby, the infamously sadistic Sanchez risked capture in the US when he assaulted the Florida residence of a male rival who was sleeping with his mistress, sultry Lupe Lamora (Talisa Soto). His henchmen garrotted one guard (# 1 death), then seized the man. Outraged, Sanchez confronted the disobedient Lupe: "What did he promise you? His heart?" before ordering: "Give her his heart" - the man's beating heart was savagely cut out (# 2 death, off-screen). He then mercilessly whipped the naked back of his errant lover with the tail of a sting-ray. The Coast Guard helicopter (with Bond and Leiter) flew to the small airstrip, where they (and DEA agents) engaged in a fierce gunfire-fight against Sanchez's men. Bond aided, and was able to seize Sanchez's lover. Causing a diversion during the chaos, Sanchez flew off in a single-engine Cessna to attempt to reach Cuban airspace. They pursued in the helicopter - and Bond ("Let's go fishing") was winched down onto the fleeing aircraft. In a spectacular airborne arrest, the dangling Bond hooked his winched cable to the body of the plane and the helicopter hauled both the aircraft (with Bond clinging on) and Sanchez away. Above the location of the church wedding, both Bond and Leiter parachuted down to begin the long-delayed ceremony.
Sanchez was taken into custody and faced 139 felony counts (936 years), when he mentioned he maintained a standing bribe-offer of $2 million for anyone who facilitated his escape. In Leiter's office, Bond briefly met one of his Leiter's associates, short-haired and tall Pam Bouvier (Carey Lowell), although she said nothing to him as she left. He was unaware that she was getting information to use against Sanchez - Leiter had to reassure Bond of their professional association: "Strictly business, my friend." Leiter mentioned that Sanchez hadn't been out of his home base for years, and now that he was captured, he was to be taken to FBI headquarters at Quantico (Virginia) for incarceration that afternoon by Leiter's trusted colleague, police-cop Ed Killifer (Everett McGill). As Sanchez was being transported and accompanied in a convoy by armed troops, the likeable Killifer turned opportunistic - he had engineered a highly-orchestrated escape plan to send the police security van holding a shackled Sanchez off an under-repair bridge. A team of scuba divers aided Killifer and Sanchez to breathe underwater. They cut Sanchez's chains and the two were directed to a small, two-seat, black/yellow underwater submersible, dubbed Sharkhunter II, to facilitate their escape.
Bond was the last to leave Della and Leiter following the reception, with the gift of an engraved cigarette lighter (with a strong flame), and Della's garter (reluctantly accepted, since he still harbored grief over the death of his wife Tracy, as Leiter stated: "He was married once, but that was a long time ago"). When the newly-wed couple retreated to their bedroom, they were confronted by three thugs. Leiter was knocked unconscious and Della was taken captive. In a warehouse in the Miami area, the site of the marine biology research laboratory of boat captain Milton Krest (Anthony Zerbe) - a "cover" or front for Sanchez' illicit drug activity, the crime lord was about to be transported away to the 12-mile limit via the rechargeable submersible and then on a "fast boat to Cuba." Sanchez was awaiting the arrival of his ruthless and psychotic hitman Dario (Benicio Del Toro), to exact revenge upon Leiter. He vowed to keep his word and pay-off Killifer with the promised $2 million bribe ("Loyalty is more important to me than money"). Bound and blindfolded, Leiter was brought to Sanchez, where he learned that his newlywed wife had been possibly raped and murdered by Dario, and that Killifer had betrayed him. Leiter was lowered into a shark tank where the swimming predator was primed with a dolphin carcass - Leiter was dismembered in a gruesome scene.
As Bond was departing from the airport for a Pan Am flight to London, he received word of a drug dealer's escape. Sensing trouble, he immediately drove to Leiter's residence, where he found Della dead (# 3 death, off-screen) on the bed and Leiter barely alive on the sofa, mutilated with a missing left leg below the knee and a mangled arm (and a blood-stained note: "He disagreed with something that ate him"). All of Leiter's files were taken by Sanchez after the place was ransacked. At the hospital, Sharky disagreed with the police account of the cause of the damage: "Chain-saw, my ass. I know a shark bite when I see one!" Because Sanchez was out of Florida's jurisdiction, now that he had fled to the Republic of Isthmus, extradition would be impossible - Bond claimed: "There are other ways." [Bond was undoubtedly recalling how he had also lost his bride on his wedding day.] On a "shark-hunting" investigation, Bond and Sharky came to the last possible location in the Keys - Krest's research facility, where Bond posed as the London representative of Regents Park Zoo to arrange a great white shark shipment. He briefly was allowed to speak to Krest, who described his legitimate project to breed genetically-engineered male fish (who were fed maggots) to supply Third World countries with food. As Bond left, he noticed Leiter's discarded button-hole flower from the wedding in a pile of swept-up trash on the floor.
Under cover of night, Bond and Sharky infiltrated Krest's facility in a rubber raft, after watching the small Sharkhunter II submersible depart (piloted by Krest). Bond was nearly bitten by the man-eating shark as he entered the deserted building. A security guard held Bond at gun-point as he discovered Colombian drug-bundles hidden in a large drawer of maggots. Bond tossed a handful of the crawling white maggots in the guard's face and threw him into the drawer ("Bon appetit") (# 4 death, # 1 Bond kill). When a second guard opened fire, a cat-and-mouse gunfight ended when he hooked the guard's belt and dislodged him into an electric eel tank (# 5 death, # 2 Bond kill). Awaiting his departure, Killifer (with his cache of bribe money) held his gun on Bond, until he met a well-deserved fate. When the crooked cop lost his balance and dangled precariously by a rope above the same tank where Leiter had been mangled, he offered to split the money with Bond, but 007 coldly refused - sending him into the water with the weighted case of cash: "You earned it. You keep it, old buddy" (# 6 death, # 3 Bond kill) (Sharky: "God. What a terrible waste - of money").
Bond commissioned Sharky to travel to the Cay Sel bank (about six hours away in the Bahamas) where Krest was collecting specimens with his larger marine research vessel, the WaveKrest. Before leaving, Bond was hassled by local law enforcement for his suspected killing of Killifer and two others in Krest's warehouse. He was summoned to the Hemingway House, a local tourist spot where a mysterious man surrounded by cats [a veiled reference to Blofeld], revealed on the balcony to be M (Robert Brown), was angered that Bond had engaged himself in an emotionally-charged, obsessed, personal (and reckless) "private vendetta" as a rogue British agent to bring down the vicious drug lord. He reminded the infuriated Bond that Sanchez was an American crime matter, and to forget his quest. In fact, Bond was supposed to be investigating a case in Istanbul. M was worried that Bond could "easily compromise Her Majesty's government."
Refusing to comply, Bond officially resigned but M refused it: "We're not a country club." However, Bond insisted and his "licence to kill" was revoked by the British Secret Service. He declined to turn in his Walther PPK weapon when asked (Bond: "Then I guess it's a farewell to arms," an in-joke related to Ernest Hemingway's novel, and his house in Key West), fought off M and fellow agents, and eluded them to continue his vengeful pursuit.
The WaveKrest vessel's radar detected something under the surface, as Krest visited with Sanchez's mistress Lupe, kept captive in his own cabin watching television. He partially blamed her amorous escapades on causing Sanchez to seek her out in Florida, adding expense and leading to the DEA's investigation of his own Key West warehouse ("You cost me a lot of dough...You'd better watch yourself, girlie...I've seen a lot of girls like you come and go"). She was upset with his attitude toward her, for peeking through her windows, and for accusing her of having won in a beauty contest fixed on her behalf. Krest was alerted to the radar's findings, but thought it was only a large manta ray. In fact, Bond was wearing a unique outfit, a Manta Ray cover, to swim undetected past the Sentinel - a remote-controlled, underwater vessel with video camera probe. After entering the WaveKrest through a bottom hatch, incapacitating one guard, and noticing wrapped bundles of money ready for a drug pay-off, Bond stealthily encountered the seductive Lupe sleeping naked in bed, and threatened her with a knife to keep silent. When he noticed (with disgust) recent bloody whip marks on her lower back as she put on her red robe, she admitted she had wrongly made Sanchez angry.
The next morning, Bond witnessed the body of his murdered partner Sharky being brought onboard - horrified, he told Lupe: "You'd better find yourself a new lover." She retaliated: "Don't you men know any other way?" He thought she liked Sanchez' brutality, although she replied: "You know nothing. Please go." On deck, Bond used a harpoon gun to eliminate one of Sharky's killers (# 7 death, # 4 Bond kill), and then dove overboard and grabbed the dead man's scuba-gear to escape - Bond was thought dead. At the same time, a few of Sanchez's men arrived on a drug-laden Cessna seaplane - their cargo of cocaine was transferred into the Sentinel underwater vessel in exchange for wrapped blue bundles of cash. As the Sentinel returned to the WaveKrest, Bond caught up with it, opened the hatches containing the drugs, and slashed open the bundles - although he was spotted on video cameras. With his oxygen running low, Bond fled when harpoon-armed divers swam after him. After struggling with them and having his air-hose cut, he fired one of the harpoon guns at the departing seaplane. He was dragged by the harpoon line and literally water-skiied behind the plane as it took off. Hemanaged to climb aboard the skids of the plane. When efforts to dislodge him were unsuccessful, Bond tossed the co-pilot from the cockpit (# 8 death, # 5 Bond kill) - and then threw out the pilot (at a lower altitude), and successfully took control to avoid crashing the plane.
Back in Florida at Leiter's residence (heavily guarded by police), Bond snuck into Leiter's office, where hidden behind a framed picture of Della, he took a CD-sized disk loaded with evidence against Sanchez (his Swiss accounts, US investments, warrants, indictments, and informants). All nine informants were "deceased" except one: P. Bouvier. He learned that Bouvier was a CIA Contract Pilot, had Familiarity with Sanchez' operation in Isthmus City, and was scheduled for a meeting Thursday evening at Barrelhead, Bimini, in the West Indies. Bond arrived by speedboat at the raunchy, wharf-side Barrelhead Bar in Bimini to meet with the DEA informant. He was surprised to see that she was the same unresponsive woman he had seen in Leiter's office during the wedding reception. He warned her that since Sanchez had Leiter's files, she was his next target. She noted the arrival of Sanchez' deadly and psychotic young henchman Dario (who was kicked out of the Contras) and other thugs in the bar, ostensibly to kill her. They plotted how to escape, as she showed him her high-powered weaponry hidden under the table. When Dario approached their table and offered her a job as a charter-plane pilot, a brawl broke out that spread throughout the entire bar.
They fled in Bond's speedboat, and although Bouvier was shot in the back by Dario, her Kevlar jacket protected her from serious injury. The hard-nosed, feisty, and experienced female bickered with Bond about how she had saved his life ("If it wasn't for me, your ass would have been nailed to the wall"). When Bond objected and told her she should "Leave it to the professionals," she was vehement: "I will not have you lecture me about professionalism!" Their boat cruised to a stop as the sun was rising, due to bullet holes from the skirmish (Pam: "Out of gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time"). He requested help from the tough-as-nails, in-charge resourceful female - to acquire a complete run-down of Sanchez' operation, and to have her fly him in a private plane to Isthmus City for $50,000 (she slickly bargained for a higher fare of $75,000). She thought his plan for the two of them to take on Sanchez was "crazy," but reluctantly was convinced to help. She sealed the negotiated deal by approaching him for a kiss, but Bond complained afterwards: "Why don't you wait until you're asked?" She smiled back: "Well, why don't you ask me?" - and they passionately kissed a second time before going below the deck to make love (# 1 tryst).
In London, Miss Moneypenny (Caroline Bliss) was criticized by M for making typing mistakes, and for being unduly concerned about the agent's well-being after he went missing to hunt down Sanchez. M asserted he had alerted his "man" in Isthmus to stop him [the man was later revealed to be Fallon]. She phoned gadgets-master "Q" (Desmond Llewelyn) at Q branch to come to Bond's aid.
Bond checked into a luxurious hotel suite in Isthmus City (and ordered a case of Bollinger R.D. sent to his room). He was accompanied by Bouvier reluctantly posing as his "executive secretary Miss Kennedy" (she insisted on the title "Ms. Kennedy" - a reference to Jackie Kennedy's maiden name). When he attempted to pay her off for her completed task, she refused to leave - "I won't be safe until Sanchez is dead. Besides, you could use my help." To deposit the suitcase full of drug money (that he had taken from the seaplane), Bond drove in a Rolls-Royce to the Bank of Isthmus (owned by Sanchez, who had a "cash surplus of a million a day"). While Bond met with the bank president Senor Montelongo (Claudio Brook) and deposited $4,900,000, Sanchez (the bank's chairman) was engaged in leading a tour of Asian businessmen. Bond was shocked to see Bouvier with new clothes, looking more the part of his secretary. He opened a line of credit of $2 million in the local casino (also owned by Sanchez). [Sanchez was running a complex money-laundering operation, through his casinos and banks, for his cocaine processing and smuggling operations, selling to a worldwide clientele.]
Professor Joe Butcher (Wayne Newton), a crooked television evangelist, was holding a telethon to raise funds (CALL 555-LOVE) for his religious retreat (the fictitious Olympatec Meditation Institute or OMI, that espoused "The Secrets of Cone Power") near Isthmus City, as Sanchez (with his pet iguana decorated with a diamond collar on his shoulder) questioned Lupe about the rip-off of his money that occurred onboard the WaveKrest. In Sanchez' casino, Bond (accompanied by the exquisitely-dressed Pam) requested a private table to play blackjack (with a $2 million line of credit). Sanchez was advised by his young, yuppie financial advisor Truman-Lodge (Anthony Starke) that the price per kilo could be raised to $22,000. Flamboyant fund-raiser Butcher simultaneously broacast that the goal was to raise $22,000 from each of the meditation chapters -- obviously, Butcher was announcing the new daily price of cocaine to a network of international buyers, who then made a charitable pledge (or bid for drugs) at the new higher price. Meanwhile, Bond was allowed to play with no limits to his bets, and he won the next doubled-down round of blackjack, taking him $250,000 ahead. Sanchez summoned the sexy Lupe in a low-cut red dress to take the place of the blackjack dealer - to change his luck. To speak to Lupe privately, Bond sent Pam off to order a medium-dry vodka martini ("shaken, not stirred"). Lupe predicted that he would lose, and warned that he should immediately leave Isthmus City. She told him that Sanchez was in his office, planning a party for the visiting Orientals the following evening. Bond convinced the pliable Lupe to take him upstairs to meet Sanchez. Pam drank Bond's ordered vodka martini when he left, apparently not liking his association with Lupe.
In Sanchez' armored-glass office, Bond disclosed his real identity, claiming that he was looking for work as a hired gun -- a "problem-solver" (or "problem-eliminator"): "I help people with problems." He said he was "temporarily unemployed" and his talents could be useful to a man like Sanchez. The intrigued villain suggested waiting a few days to consider his request. Upon his return to the hotel suite with Pam, Bond found "Q" (his "uncle") there, traced by Miss Moneypenny ("She's worried sick about you"). He was on a leave of absence - also offering his assistance: "If it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago." He provided Bond with a suitcase full of gadgets "for a man on holiday": an explosive alarm clock, Dentonite toothpase (plastic explosive), an instant-Polaroid-style laser camera (with laser-beam flash and X-ray photo capability), and a signature camera gun (with optical palm reader).
The next evening, Bond again vainly attempted to persuade Pam to leave with "Q" (who was serving as his chauffeur): "Your job's done." He claimed: "I work better alone," but she preferred to stay. Alone, Bond snuck onto the roof of the casino, then lowered himself on a rope (from a rappelling cummerbund rope) and listened as Sanchez spoke to the group of Asian businessmen ("Drug dealers of the world unite"), flanked by his associates, Truman-Lodge and head of security Colonel Heller (Don Stroud). The visitors were part of his plan to expand the drug-dealing venture into the Pacific ("I want the Pacific to be our little puddle"), and to offer them exclusive franchises at $100 million per territory, guaranteed for five years for quality and price. When questioned about viewing hardware as "reassurance" by Japanese drug baron Mr. Kwang (Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa), Sanchez promised to show off his main production and distribution plant (the OMI Meditation Center) the following day. Outside the window, Bond readied the Dentonite toothpaste as an explosive (to be detonated by a radio-controlled device disguised as a pack of cigarettes), to blow out the 2-inch reinforced windows of Sanchez' casino office. He also assembled the signature camera-gun (a personalized, high-powered sniper rifle with gun-sight), positioning himself in a building directly across from the casino.
Meanwhile, Sanchez was meeting with the republic's corrupt leader President Hector Lopez (Pedro Armendariz), paying him off with only half his usual amount and threatening him. As Bond was about to assassinate Sanchez, he sighted Pam handing over an envelope to Heller in the office. He paused, then triggered the explosive, but was unexpectedly attacked by two martial-arts ninjas and knocked out with the butt of his gun. When he regained consciousness and found himself tied to a table, he discovered he had been captured by Kwang, who was actually a Hong Kong narcotics agent, with his deadly accomplice Loti (Diana Lee-Hsu). They were accompanied by corrupt MI6 agent Fallon (Christopher Neame), sent by M to "take him back, one way or the other" to London - Bond was identified as "a rogue agent...a loose cannon on deck." Kwang was furious that Bond was disrupting their years-long operation to penetrate to the "heart" of Sanchez's illegal drug empire, with his ill-advised attempt on Sanchez' life.
As Fallon was about to lethally inject Bond and ship him back to London, an explosion rocked the safe-house facility - they were surrounded by an army detachment from Isthmus City, ordered and led by Sanchez himself. During the bloody attack, Fallon was killed and Kwang committed suicide (with a cyanide capsule) instead of facing capture, while his people were annihilated (number of deaths unknown, although at least four, # 9-12 deaths). Bond was seized, unconscious on the table, and after regaining consciousness the next morning, he found himself recovering in Sanchez' palatial home. He wandered around the luxurious grounds, where he was greeted by Sanchez as an "amigo" - having convinced the drug lord of his trustworthiness. Lupe informed Bond that the WaveKrest was docking that evening with Krest onboard. Bond convinced Sanchez that the assassination squad that had attacked his office was a "freelance hit team." He claimed he had been captured by them, because they feared he would warn Sanchez about their plan. He had known of them in his previous position as a British agent. Bond appealed to Sanchez' paranoia, telling him that the assassins were "well-briefed" obviously by someone on the inside of Sanchez' operation - he specifically hinted at Milton Krest.
With Lupe's aid, Bond left the mansion, hiding on the side of the powerboat she drove to the city for shopping. In his hotel room, he grabbed Pam and at gunpoint (with her own thigh-holstered gun) accused her of working with Heller. She explained background regarding the note she had given Heller. Sanchez was arranging to buy four Stinger missiles from the Contras, and was threatening to shoot down an American airliner if the DEA didn't lay off. She was delivering the letter given to her at Leiter's wedding, granting immunity from the Attorney General if the Stingers were returned. When the assassination attempt occurred, she claimed that Bond had ruined the Attorney General's deal when Heller called it off. Her life was in greater danger, and Sanchez had tripled his security, making it difficult to reach him. With "Q" as his driver, Bond fled the hotel, and withdrew all his money from the bank.
At the Isthmus City dock, Bouvier continued to provide indispensable support to Bond, disguising herself as a harbor-master pilot (with "Q") to guide the arriving WaveKrest vessel. She sabotaged it by ramming the bow into the jetty, as Sanchez, Lupe, and his men watched from the dock. Bond entered the WaveKrest through the mini-submarine underwater hatch, as Sanchez was questioning Krest about how his drug money was stolen. Krest's truthful explanation wasn't convincing to Sanchez, whose suspicions about a double-cross increased when he found the money (planted in a 'sting operation' by Bond and Bouvier) in the WaveKrest's vault. Sanchez wrongly believed that Krest had ripped off the money and then used it to pay an assassin to kill him. Outraged, Sanchez tossed Krest into the pressurized chamber, increased the pressure inside, and then used an axe to cut the intake pipe-hose, causing rapid decompression that resulted in his head exploding (# 13 death). When asked about the money (now splattered with blood) by his guards, Sanchez ordered: "Launder it." Back at the dock, Bond insisted that "Q" and Pam leave him and take a plane to Miami, believing he would be safer on his own. Upon his return to Sanchez' villa, Bond was paid off for his tip that led to Krest.
Lupe entered Bond's bedroom and told him where Sanchez was planning to take him the next day - the drug production lab. Lupe asked to be rescued from Sanchez ("I ought to be safe with you"). Bond was skeptical, but kisses and love-making helped to convince him (Lupe: "How can we tell unless we try? I think it's going to work out very well") (# 2 tryst). Lupe risked detection the next morning when she told Pam in the hotel that Bond was potentially in danger - he was being checked by Sanchez. Pam became madly jealous after learning of Bond's overnight love-making with Lupe (Lupe: "Last night he stayed with me...I love James so much"). The foul-mouthed female thought it was "bulls--t" that Bond had used every means at his disposal to achieve his objectives ("Q's" words), but in the next scene had calmed down and resorted to helping him again.
After being notified by "Q" (with a disguised broom two-way radio) that a convoy of cars had left the Sanchez villa for the OMI (Meditation Institute), Pam found Sanchez' men dismantling her plane at the airport, supposedly for an overhaul ordered by the drug lord. Sanchez was flying by helicopter (with the Stinger missiles delivered from Dario) to meet the Hong Kong businessmen (and Bond) who were being driven to OMI - Professor Butcher's profitable front for his drug business. In a secret manufacturing/production area beneath the Institute, Truman-Lodge explained to the tour group how ingenious research scientists in the laboratory had discovered a formula to allow cocaine to be completely dissolved and undetectable in gasoline, and then later reconverted back to powder. The gasoline was to be loaded into tanker trucks for shipment and monthly deliveries by ocean-going tankers, and then reconverted. Meanwhile, Pam had rented a tiny crop-duster airplane and flown it to the local airport, and then hitch-hiked to OMI, claiming she had a personal delivery of a purse full of cash for Butcher. In the institute's laboratory before a demonstration, the businessmen pledged their support for Sanchez, with $100 million in bearer bonds each. Pam met with Professor Butcher and presented him with the cash funds, but then held a gun on him ("another surprise") after she was taken to his private "humble sanctuary" (meditation chamber) equipped with a bed. She locked him inside, and then donned the white-robed disguise of an OMI client, to search for Bond.
During the laboratory tour, Dario recognized Bond (from the Bimini bar incident) and held a gun at his back. To cause chaos and escape, Bond started a fire in the lab, but Dario captured him and identified him as an informer - a deadly enemy. After Sanchez ordered four tankers loaded with gasoline (and dissolved cocaine) to drive off to the port and abandon the facility (as explosions destroyed it), he tied Bond's legs and hands and ordered him put on the conveyor belt carrying bricks of cocaine to be shredded into powder. As Sanchez escaped with some of his men and everyone else fled in different directions, Bond was held back from falling into the crusher by only the rope tied around his hands. Dario used his knife to slice through the rope, when Pam appeared. Dario laughed at her, thinking he had killed her earlier: "You're dead" - she pulled out her own concealed gun and shot Dario ("You took the words right out of my mouth"), and saved Bond from death. Bond grabbed Dario's boot and he tumbled into the conveyor and into the chute, momentarily saved by dangling from Bond's legs. At first, the shredder chewed up his legs, then he was reduced to chopped flesh as his entire body was consumed (# 14 death, # 6 Bond kill). Bond yelled up to Pam: "Switch the bloody machine off!" As the two escaped, the suspicious Sanchez found Heller at his helicopter making sure the Stinger missiles were secure, where he ordered the rockets transferred to his car. Believing that Heller was conspiring against him, Sanchez had him murdered - he crashed through a wall, impaled on a fork-lift (# 15 death) (Bond: "Looks like he came to a dead end").
Bond and Pam took a golf cart to the crop-duster aircraft - she piloted the plane to pursue Sanchez' car and the four tankers on a winding mountain road. Bond dropped down onto one of the tankers, ejected the driver, and took control of the wheel. One of the four tankers was destroyed by a misdirected Stinger missile fired by Sanchez' men in a Jeep, when Bond masterfully balanced his tanker onto its left set of wheels and the missile passed beneath him. But then the men shot and flattened his rear tires, causing Bond to lose control of the tanker as it perched on a cliff's edge. After Pam crop-dusted the four gang members with chemicals, Bond released the tanker from the truck-cab and sent it down the cliff-side, timing it to collide with a third tanker on the road below. Now that three of the four tankers had exploded in flames, Truman-Lodge yelled out crazily: "Another $80 million dollar write-off!" - the outraged Sanchez became so exasperated that he murdered him in cold-blood (# 16 death) ("I guess it's time to start cutting overhead"). Bond then performed a "wheelie" to successfully drive his separated truck-cab through a flaming inferno of wreckage on the road. While evading gunfire, Bond followed closely behind the fourth tanker, now holding Sanchez. He set his truck-cab on 'cruise-control' and lept onto Sanchez' tanker-trailer just before his cab crashed down the hillside. At the same time, the flaming, out-of-control truck of pursuing gang members sailed off the road, barely missing Pam in her light aircraft as she flew by, and crashed (# 17-18 deaths). Bond emptied the liquid cocaine-gasoline from the final tanker, spreading a trail of fire down the road when it ignited. Pam made a rough emergency landing after one of the Stinger missiles struck and damaged her tail.
A final fight to the death occurred atop the tanker between Bond and a machete-wielding Sanchez. When the tanker lost its brakes (and the driver bailed out), it careened down an incline and overturned. Sanchez was soaked with gasoline and Bond was seriously injured. Bond was about to be hacked to death by Sanchez' machete, as the villain mocked: "You could have had everything!" Bond rejected the idea and then asked if Sanchez wanted to know why he rejected being part of his drug empire: "Don't you want to know why?" To answer his own question (and explain his personal vengeance), Bond pulled out the engraved cigarette-lighter wedding gift he had been given earlier by his dismembered friend Felix Leiter and set Sanchez ablaze. His flaming body caused the remaining leaked gasoline to explode (# 19 death, # 7 Bond kill). Pam arrived in one of the remaining undamaged truck cabs to drive them back to Isthmus City.
The film ended during a party at Sanchez' former villa (where Lupe served as hostess). Bond received a call from Leiter from his hospital bed, about how M had restored his former job with the British Secret Service. Lupe was now taking care of Sanchez' pet iguana ("Iguanas are a girl's best friend"). She thanked him for everything and kissed him, in clear view of Pam and "Q" who were attending the celebration. As Pam ran off hurt, Lupe proposed: "You could stay here with me," but Bond excused himself. He proposed that Lupe and the republic's President would make a "perfect couple," and then jumped into the swimming pool next to where Pam was standing. He dragged her into the pool with him, and the film ended with a clothed Bond and Pam in a clinch in the water. As they were kissing, as they had done earlier, Pam asked: "Why don't you wait until you're asked?" Bond responded: "So why don't you ask me?" (# 3 tryst)
Film Notables (Awards, Facts, etc.)
The 16th film in the series. This was the fifth and last Bond film directed by John Glen in the 1980s. It took six years until the next Bond film was issued, for numerous reasons (including the fact that this was screenwriter Richard Maibaum's last Bond script before his death). It was also the last film for producer Albert R. Broccoli.
This was the second and final Bond film for Timothy Dalton. Likewise for Caroline Bliss as Miss Moneypenny. It also marked the last appearance of Robert Brown as Bond's superior M.
The film's original title was "Licence Revoked," although it was changed to "Licence to Kill" when it was thought that American audiences wouldn't know the meaning of the word 'revoked'. It was also changed to avoid confusion with the 1981 James Bond novel "Licence Renewed." The title kept the British spelling of the word licence (without an s).
It was the first Bond film to not take its title (or story) from an Ian Fleming James Bond novel or short story.
The screenplay was inspired by the Akira Kurosawa classic Yojimbo (1961) in its brutal tale of personal vengeance by an undercover and rogue 007 against a billionaire drug lord in South America. The film's villainous drug lord Franz Sanchez referenced real-life corrupt drug-kingpin Manuel Noriega in Panama, and also seemed based upon Colombian drug-lord Pablo Escobar.
With a production budget of $32 million, and gross revenue of $35 million (domestic) and $156 million (worldwide). It was one of the lowest-grossing Bond films in the domestic market.
One of the more violent and dark of the Bond films (with a number of gruesome deaths, including death by pressure chamber and via electric eel). It was the first Bond film to be rated higher than PG - it was given a PG-13 in the US. Some of the more grisly images were edited or cut (i.e., Krest's head-exploding death) to avoid an R-rating.
In this film, Agent 007 uncharacteristically went rogue during a relentless pursuit of the drug lord villain Franz Sanchez (Robert Davi), leading to Bond's suspension from MI6.
Due to expensive UK tax code changes, this was the first Bond film without scenes filmed in Britain.
Set-pieces: the airborne arrest in the pre-title credits sequence, the extended fight sequence (underwater against divers, then on a seaplane's undercarriage and inside the plane's cockpit), and the tense oil-tanker chase on a mountain road in the finale.
Bond Villains: Franz Sanchez (Robert Davi), Dario (Benicio Del Toro), Ed Killifer (Everett McGill), Milton Krest (Anthony Zerbe), Professor Joe Butcher (Wayne Newton), Truman-Lodge (Anthony Starke), Colonel Heller (Don Stroud)
Bond Girls: Lupe Lamora (Talisa Soto), Pam Bouvier (Carey Lowell)
Number of Love-Making Encounters: 3
Film Locales: Florida Keys (Cray Key) and Key West, Florida and accompanying locales, Cay Sel Bank and Bimini Island, The Bahamas (West Indies), Westminster, England, the fictional South American city of Isthmus City in the republic of Isthmus
Gadgets: Manta Ray Cover (cowl for scuba-diving), harpoon gun, explosive alarm clock, Dentonite toothpaste (plastic explosive with radio-controlled detonator disguised as package of Lark cigarettes), instant-Polaroid-style laser camera (with laser-emitted beam from flash, and X-ray photo capability), a signature camera gun (an infra-red high-velocity sniper rifle at 0.220 calibre, also with optical palm print reader in its handle programmed so that only Bond could use it), rappelling cummerbund rope, Q's broom radio transmitter (hidden two-way radio in handle)
Vehicles: Coast Guard helicopter, Cessna 172 Skyhawk (4 seat, single-engine), a two-seat black/yellow underwater Sharkhunter II - an exploratory mini-submersible, and a larger WaveKrest marine research vessel, and the Sentinel (a remote-controlled underwater vessel with video-cameras), Cessna 185 seaplane, Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow, Pirata Speedboat, four Kenworth petrol tanker trucks (lorries), Cessna 2-seat crop-duster plane
Number of Deaths (Bond Kills): 19 (7)
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We have a midcourse deviation. Target heading 036, 1 26 miles,... ..bearing 32 Havana VOR. He's landing at Cray Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement. Roger, sir. AWACS to Key West. Key West Drug Enforcement, please come in. If they hurry, they just might be able to grab the bastard. Now, you're sure you've got the ring? Relax, Felix. - Friends of yours? - My partners at the DEA. - What the hell is going on?! - Sanchez is in the Bahamas. - Have you cleared it? - We've got the green light. Hey, Felix! Felix! Haven't you forgotten something? - Oh, James. Explain to Della, will you? - No way. I'm coming with you. OK, but strictly as an observer. - Sorry, Sharky. - Hey, why me? Hey, you guys, you can't do this to me! What will I tell Della? What did he promise you? His heart? Give her his heart. No. No, Franz. I didn't mean any harm. It's all right, baby. No te preocupes. We all make mistakes. - Your escapades are getting creative. - Por favor, Franz. Not a word. He's still not here. Can you go around the block again? - What about the guests? - I told you this was a mistake. James. Just in case. OK. I want Sanchez alive! Stay here, James. - No Sanchez. - Damn! Hey, observer! You trying to get yourself killed? If I don't get you back for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure! - Do you need help? - Take your hands off me. Just go away. Sanchez! Let's go! Come on! Come on! - He'll be in Cuban airspace in minutes. - He hasn't got away yet. - What the hell are you doing? - Let's go fishing! Forward. Forward. Easy. Hold it. Back up. Back up. Forward now. Hold it. Bring him in. Take the load. Whooee! Let's go, James! James! Your hat. Thank you. You're facin' felony counts, Sanchez. Why, that's... years. Even one of your famous million-dollar bribes can't get you out of this one. Two. What? Two million. US. A standing offer for anyone who springs me. Goddamn it. You think you're in some banana republic? All that scumbag money won't do you a bit of good here. Very good. But I think I'm gonna be home soon, huh? - Why, you... - Get hold of yourself! We got a nice private cell waiting for your ass at Quantico. And I'm gonna personally see you get there. I'm terribly sorry! That's a custom. The bride always gets to kiss her best man. - I thought it was the other way round. - Oh. Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut the cake. - I'll do anything for a woman with a knife. - Thank you. Could you help me? - Sorry. - No, we're finished. Pam, meet James. Goodbye, Felix. - Strictly business, my friend. - Switch that thing off, Felix. - You have a house full of guests waiting. - Just let me save this. Take a seat. The department wants a full report... yesterday. We really hit it lucky today. Sanchez hasn't been out of his home base for years. - Couldn't you extradite him? - He's killed, intimidated or bribed... ..half the officials from here to Chile. There's only one law down there - Sanchez's law. - Plomo o plata. - Lead or silver. - Ah. - Ed. Double congratulations, old buddy. You take your time on the honeymoon. Everything's OK. You must be Bond. The guy who came along for the ride. Ed Killifer. We're takin' Sanchez to Quantico this afternoon. - Stay and have a drink with us. - Gotta get back. I just came by to kiss the bride. - Felix, time to cut the cake. - Oh. Hand me the picture of Della, quick. She must be ready to kill me. - I tied 'em myself. - What are these? - Lures. - These'll keep you busy for a few days. You're not going fishing on my honeymoon. - How many others are being held there? - Where are you taking him, Mr Killifer? Mr Sanchez, will you look this way for a picture, please? - Come on! Get him inside! - What is your real nationality? - Are you really Colombian? - Have you been fairly treated? One more picture! Are you connected with any laboratories in South America? - No more questions, now! - Do you expect to be vindicated? OK, let's go. Would you excuse me just a minute? I have a surprise for you. Yes, I do! It's right over here. What's that? James. Love always. Della and Felix. We love you. Thanks. Come on! What the hell's happened? How deep is it there? Call up an amphibian! Oh, James. I wanted you to have something. You know the tradition? The next one who catches this is the next one who... No. No. Thanks, Della. It's time I left. Oh, James. - Did I say something wrong? - He was married once. But it was a long time ago. Felix, you're no good to me with a wrecked back. Let her go. I'm the one you want. Hey! Ready to go? We got the batteries recharged on the sub. It'll take you to the limit. Fast boat to Cuba. You'll be there for breakfast. - Relax. We'll wait for Dario. - Look, are you crazy? You got everybody lookin' for you. What about Killifer? Havin' a cop here is nuts. I wanna deep six him. I made a deal with this guy, and I'm gonna keep my word. I don't like it. He can finger me. I spent a fortune on this cover. Something you'd better understand, amigo. Loyalty is more important to me than money. Now get the cop. Killifer. Here's two million. All in twenties. It's very heavy, but difficult to trace. - Smart. - Now, be ready for tomorrow. I'll have someone pick you up. - Where's Lupe? - On the boat. Keep her there until I send for her. Est� bien. Hey, no foolin' around with my girl. Are you kiddin'? After what you did to that guy on the islands? You liked my little valentine, huh? - Where's my wife? - Don't worry. We gave her a nice honeymoon. I want you to know this is nothing personal. It's purely... business. Killifer?! Sorry, old buddy, but two mil is a hell of a chunk of dough. Aagh! Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez! There are worse things than dying, hombre. Aagh! Aagh! Aagh! Aagh! See you in hell! No. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. No! - Good morning. - Good morning. Thank you. Your passport, please. - What's going on? - Some big drug dealer just escaped. Now, would that be smoking or nonsmoking, Mr... Your ticket! Felix? Della! - Della? - Felix. You'll be all right. Hang on. - Hey, Leiter. Where you been? - It's Bond. Get an ambulance here, quick! Hi, Sharky. You stick around. I might have some more questions for you, OK? How is he? His left leg's gone below the knee. They might be able to save his arm. You can bet it was a chain saw. Colombians use them on informers. Hell, they sell more here than in the state of Oregon. I wish I could be more hopeful, but we'll have to wait and see. Chain saw, my ass. I know a shark bite when I see one. Sanchez has vanished. He's got all of Leiter's files. - God only knows what's in them. - Well, find him. He's out of our jurisdiction. There's plenty of countries that would protect him. - We can't even get an extradition. - There are other ways. - Let it go, Commander. - You're gonna do nothing? - You're just gonna forget all about it? - No, I'm not gonna forget about it. Looks like Sanchez' law operates north of the border, too. Let's go shark-hunting. This is the last place in the Keys. We'll have to try Miami next. Stay here. You stay out of sight. I'll handle this. We're closed. Ain't nobody here. Look, I've come all the way from London to see you. Universal Exports. We've been retained... ..to arrange shipment of a Carcharodon carcharias. - A what? - Great white shark. It's all right, Bill. Let him in. Unfortunately, we sold all our sharks years ago. As you can see, we do purely research now. It's a project to feed the Third World. We feed maggot to our special breed of genetically engineered fish. Use hormones to make them all male - gain weight faster. From your shark-hunting days? Uh, yeah. Actually, it's for sale. Look, I'm kinda busy. Maybe some other time. Thank you. I'll look forward to seeing you again. - Goodbye, Mr, er... - Goodbye. Mr Krest said to be ready. He'll send the sub back in three hours to pick you up. Can't wait. This dump gives me the creeps. James. Hold it... right there. Do you mind if I get my hands out of here? Yeah. Do it slowly. Bon app�tit. Freeze! Over by the trap door, old buddy. Is this where you put your old buddy Felix? Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest. Whoa! Whoa! There's two million dollars in that suitcase. I'll split it with you. You earned it. You keep it... old buddy. Aagh! God, what a terrible waste. Of money. Hey, Sharky! - Any news on the Wavekrest? - She's a big marine-research vessel,... ..owned by a Milton Krest. They're collecting specimens off the Cay Sel Bank. - How long will it take us to get there? - Maybe about six hours. I've a few things to pick up. Be ready in an hour. Hey, Commander. You got a minute? Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up keys of Colombian pure, a couple of stiffs,... ..and a little bitty piece of what used to be Killifer. Good. At least someone's on the case. You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we, we got laws in this country, too. Do you have a law against what they did to Leiter? Look, you're in over your head. This is where it ends, Commander. You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night. I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has... clouded your judgment. You have a job to do. I expect you on a plane this afternoon. - I haven't finished here, sir. - Leave it to the Americans. - It's their mess. Let them clear it up. - Sir, they're not going to do anything. I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times. Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks. - And his wife? - This private vendetta of yours... ..could easily compromise Her Majesty's Government. You have an assignment. I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally. Then you have my resignation, sir. We're not a country club, . Effective immediately... your licence to kill is revoked,... ..and I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act. Well, I guess it's, er... ..a farewell to arms. Don't! Too many people! God help you, Commander. Something in Sector C. You caused us all a lot of trouble, young lady. - You're borracho. Go to bed. - When Sanchez heard you ran away,... - ..he went nuts. - It's none of your business. It's my business when your stupid little tricks get Sanchez arrested... ..and I gotta put my organisation at risk to get him out. The DEA just raided Key West. You cost me a lot of dough. - He'll give you the money. - Uh-uh. He doesn't work that way. You'd better watch yourself, girlie. I've known him a long time. I've seen a lot of girls like you come... and go. You're drunk. Get out. - And stop peeking through my windows. - Come on. What are you so stuck-up for? He fixed that phoney beauty contest you won. - Hey... - Mr Krest. Yeah. What? The Sentinel's picking up something large on the monitor. You'd better take a look. I don't believe this. What the hell is it now? It's just a manta ray. Get the probe back in. We'll start loading now. Yes, sir. He said "You're OK." Take care of him. Make a sound and you're dead. - You... - What are you doing in here? - Krest gave me his cabin. He's next door. - Where's Sanchez? He's not on board. I don't know where he is. - You're his girlfriend. - He doesn't tell me anything. Open up. I need to talk to you. Answer it. Just a moment. - What do you want? - Somebody slipped aboard. Did you... - ..see anybody? - No, I was sleeping. Go away. Mr Krest. They're back. Bolt your door. Who whipped you? Sanchez? It was my fault. I did something wrong, made him angry. - Nice work, Clive. - Thanks, Mr Krest. Guess what? His name was Sharky. Get rid of the boat. We've got work to do. - You'd better find yourself a new lover. - Don't you men know any other way? It's Sanchez' way. You seem to like it. You know nothing. Please go. If they find you here, we'll both be killed. Stay here. We got everything useful out of her. - That's it. Take her out and sink her. - OK, Clive. Cast off! Compliments of Sharky. Man overboard! Get him! Don't let him get away! - What's wrong? - Get back in your cabin and stay there. - The guy must have drowned, Mr Krest. - Don't be so sure. Find him. - Launch Sentinel. - Yes, sir. Stand by to dive when I tell you. Numbers one and two, dive! I can see something reflecting over there. There's too much turbulence to be sure. - Wavekrest, Wavekrest. Estamos listos. - Muy bien. - Loading completed, Mr Krest. - Bring Sentinel back in. Mr Krest! Bring Sentinel up! There he is, there! Right there! Get him! There! Dive, dammit! Dive! Se ha ca�do. Aagh! Aagh! There! Pick him up! - All boats return to Wavekrest! - Aye aye, sir! Here. Put her stern-in. Hey, do you know someone called Bouvier? Over there. Now, this is an unexpected pleasure. - Where's Leiter? - Intensive Care. Where you'll be if you don't get out of here fast. Sanchez has Leiter's files. Your name's all over them. Hell, I knew something was wrong. Those two have been at the bar for hours. - Probably waiting to see who showed up. - Would you like anything to drink? - Bud with a lime. - Same. Sure thing, hon. Shit! It's Dario. He's bad news. He used to be with the Contras before they kicked him out. Just the kind of guy Sanchez would send. You carrying? If they start shooting, just hit the deck and stay there. La senorita Bouvier. Don't I know you from somewhere? - No. - Oh, yes, I do. You used to fly charter planes for some friends of mine. I got a job for you. Why don't we go outside and we talk in private? - Take your hands off her! She's with me. - Nobody's asking you, gringo. He's with me. Keep your hands on the table. Here we go. Two beers. That'll be . . - Do your friends want something? - Let me get it. - He's had enough. Run a tab. - OK. - How did you get here? - By boat. It's right behind this wall. Thanks. Touch�! Get it started. Come on! - Don't move. - Relax. It's a bulletproof vest. - This Kevlar is great! - You're bloody lucky to be alive! It's not luck. It's experience. - Any higher, it'd have been your head. - Look, I just saved your life back there! If it wasn't for me, your ass would've been nailed to the wall. - You saved my life? - Yes. It's a tough business you picked, Miss Bouvier. - Leave it to the professionals. - Look, pal, I was an army pilot. I have flown to the toughest hellholes! I will not have you lecture me about professionalism! Out of gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time. Well, they must have hit the fuel line. Look, I'm gonna need your help. I want a complete rundown on Sanchez' operation. And I'll need a flight to Isthmus City. Private. No one must know I've left. - What do you wanna go there for? - I'll pay you very well. You're going after Sanchez, aren't you? - Will you help me? - How many men have you got? Just you and me. Are you crazy? Sanchez has an entire army protecting him. - Just fly me in and leave. . - It's not that easy. False flight plans, payoffs at the airport. I can't do it for less than a hundred. Sixty. - Ninety. - Seventy. - Eighty. - Seventy-five. - You pay the fuel? - You get the plane. Deal. - Why don't you wait until you're asked? - Well, why don't you ask me? There are five typing errors on the first page alone. What's got into you? Sorry, sir. "US Immigration has no reports of leaving the United States... ..as of hours today." - Who authorised this? - I did, sir. It's James. He's gone missing. You know him better than that. He'll go after Sanchez. He's got to be stopped. I've already alerted our man in Isthmus. - I want that out by this afternoon. - Yes, sir. Q Branch, please. Hector Lopez, tu presidente,... ..te pide que votes por los candidatos del Partido Revolucionario Isthmo. Beneficios para el pueblo con Hector Lopez. Beneficios para el pueblo. Hector Lopez. This is the master bedroom. - I hope everything is satisfactory, senor. - It's adequate. I'd like a case of champagne - Bollinger RD. Certainly. If I could ask you to sign the registration cards? No. My executive secretary, Miss Kennedy, will take care of that. Miss Kennedy. Right here, please. Gracias. Fresh flowers every day. Thank you very much. Your key. Enjoy your stay. It's Ms Kennedy. And why can't you be my executive secretary? We're south of the border. It's a man's world. Thanks for everything. Your job's finished. - I wanna stay. - Too dangerous. - Enough people are dead. - Don't talk to me about danger. I won't be safe until Sanchez is dead. Besides, you could use my help. If you're gonna stay and be my executive secretary, you'd better look the part. Here. Buy yourself some decent clothes. What bank does Sanchez use? I need to make a deposit. The biggest one in town. Banco de Isthmus. He owns it. Adelante. Senor Bond. - I've come to make a small deposit. - My people downstairs are capable of... Please, sit down. We operate the world's largest private investment fund. Our biggest problem... is what to do with all the money. We have a cash surplus of ten million a day,... ..which we ship through our bank to the US Federal Reserve,... ..thus establishing credits which can be used for any legitimate investment. You see, someone has to help the gringos with their trade deficit. Make out a deposit receipt for $ for Senor Bond. S�, senor. And there will be additional monthly deposits in the same amount. Of course. We are experienced in handling accounts of this nature. - Let me pass. - No. No puede pasar sin permiso. Tenemos un cliente aqu�. Senor Montelongo? I'm Miss Kennedy, Mr Bond's executive secretary. I'd also appreciate it if you could establish a line of credit for me at the casino. - Shall we say two million dollars? - No problem. You have excellent collateral, and our chairman also owns the casino. - A very convenient arrangement. - We have always thought so, senorita. Thank you. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome. This is a special night for us. We want you to know that only through your generous donations... ..can the work here at the OMI continue to progress. We've learned so much, but we've only just scratched the surface. We need your help. We need you to go to your phones now and make a pledge. This is not for me. This is not for them. It's for all of us. - Are you OK, reinita? - I'm fine. Krest called me from the boat with a story about somebody ripping him off. Did you see anything happen? No, Franz. I stayed in my cabin most of the time. - What's the matter, baby? - You know I can't stand that thing. - I'd like a private table. Blackjack. - Certainly, Senor Bond. Would you come this way, please? - Quarter of a million dollars. - S�, senor. And I'd like to raise the limit to a box. Put these wonderful volunteers behind me to work. Dario'll take you shopping, so tomorrow you can spend a lot of money, have fun. Now, give me a little kiss. You want one too? We can raise the price. per kilo this month. I like that. Yeah, this is Truman-Lodge. . Our goal today is to raise $ from each of our meditation chapters. That's each. Go to your phones. Please help us. Bless your hearts. Let me have half a million. Listen to this. Our wonderful Manhattan chapel has made a special $ pledge. kilos. I... - I knew they'd go for it. - This guy cracks me up. - Is Senor Sanchez there? - Yes, he's right here. - Yeah? - A British sucker dropped... ..a quarter of a million and he wants to play no limit. - Which one? - Table two. Plays like a real jerk-off. That's the guy that flew in in the private plane. Opened an account at the bank. Five million dollars... in cash. Let him play. Double down. Split. Listen to this. Our Chicago chapel has received a $ donor pledge. - They all accepted the new price. - - Senor Sanchez? - Yes, he's right here. S�? The British guy is a quarter of a million ahead. Should I close the table? No. - Tell Lupe to come in here. - Right. You have good luck tonight. Are you gonna share any of that money? Miss Kennedy, get me a medium-dry vodka martini. - Why don't you ask... - Shaken, not stirred. Cut. - You're very professional. - Used to work here. - Am I going to win or lose? - Lose. But not much. - Vodka martini qu�? - Shaken, not stirred. Ah, s�. Looks like your luck has changed. - Is that why he sent you? - And to find out more about you. Perhaps I'd better quit for the night. You should walk straight out of here, go to the airport and never come back. - Where's Sanchez? - Upstairs in his office. He's been there all day. He's planning a party for some Orientals tomorrow night. And what did you tell him about the Wavekrest? Nothing. Now go. - Take me to him. - Are you loco? You'll get us both killed. Buenas noches, senor. This way, please. Send us a dollar. Send us cents. Send whatever you can send. We've got a very special offer. You guys out there, with your beer and popcorn... Un momento, por favor. This is almost over. This particular book has sold in excess of a quarter of a million copies. Anyone who sends in a $ pledge... ..will receive a personally autographed copy of my book. Lovely view. It's a . value, and you get it... absolutely free. - Bond. James Bond. - Sit. Please. We need your help. Bless your hearts. Well-travelled man. You did all right at the tables tonight. I had the feeling my luck was about to change. Well, it's a wise gambler who knows when his luck has run out. Why this? In my business, you prepare for the unexpected. - And what business is that? - I help people with problems. Problem solver. More of a problem eliminator. - And are you here on business? - No, temporarily unemployed. I thought I might find work here. Well, it's very difficult to obtain a work permit in Isthmus. It's... Well, one has to show a special talent that people here don't have. Well, that shouldn't be too difficult. Senor Bond, you've got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references,... ..carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money. But you should know something. Nobody saw you come in,... ..so nobody has to see you go out. Senor Sanchez, I could be very useful to a man in your position. And I understand you have a reputation for rewarding loyalty very well. I'll keep this for a few days. We'll talk again. And you won't need a gun in Isthmus. It's a very safe city. In the meantime, I welcome you to the casino at all times. Check him out. - So what did you find out? - There's two inches of armoured glass. I'd need a cannon to get to him. Ah, Senor Bond. You will be pleased to know your uncle has arrived. I put him in your suite. Thank you. Good night. - Your uncle? - Let's make this a proper family reunion. Give me your gun. Stay here. - Really, ! - Q! What the hell are you doing here?! - I might have killed you! - Well, I'm on leave. Thought I'd pop round and see how you were getting on. - Are you all right? - Of course. - How'd you find me? - Moneypenny. She's worried about you. - This is no place for you, Q. Go home. - Don't be an idiot, . I know exactly what you're up to, and you're gonna need my help. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. Everything for a man on holiday. Explosive alarm clock, guaranteed never to wake up anybody who uses it. Dentonite toothpaste. To be used sparingly. - It's the latest in plastic explosive. - I could do with some plastic. I thought there might be a mess to clean up. Pam, this is Q, my uncle. Uncle, this is Miss Kennedy, my cousin. - Ah! We must be related! - How do you do? Now, pay attention, . Now, this looks like an ordinary camera, doesn't it? - What kind of film does it take? ? - . high velocity. Now, this is a signature gun, and that is an optical palm reader. And if I plug this into the bottom like that,... ..once I've programmed it... Now, nobody can use the gun but you. - Smile, boys. - Don't use the flash! Stop fiddling with things you don't understand. You might have killed him. That's odd. Look, let's all get some rest. We've got a long, hard day ahead of us tomorrow. - Good night, Q. - Sweet dreams, Mr Bond. I hope you don't snore, Q. You all know Truman-Lodge. And this is my head of security Colonel Heller. Kombanwa. This is an historic moment. East meets West. Drug dealers of the world unite. Extra bonus. Your job's done. Take Q and fly out of here now. I'll make my own way back. I'd like to stay. No. I work better alone. Piso tres. In this business, there's a lot of cash. And a lot of people with their hands out. In a word: bribery. Exactly. He took the words right out of my pocket. So you pay. Everyone and his brother is on the payroll. So you buy a mayor, a chief of police, a general... A president. One day you wake up and you own the whole goddamn country. Then you take what you want. A bank, a gambling casino, airline concession. Why? Simple. It's easier for the politicians to take silver than lead. We have an invisible empire from Chile to Alaska. What I want to do, amigos, is to make you part of it. I want the Pacific to be our little puddle. What you have before you is a demographic report,... ..breaking down each of your territories by age and socioeconomic group. Now, as you can clearly see, there is a huge potential demand,... ..given the implementation of aggressive marketing. As in the United States,... ..Senor Sanchez is prepared to offer each of you exclusive franchises. The price is million per territory. I believe you'll find that works out to, uh, million per metric ton, Mr Tan. We guarantee quality and price for five years. Senor Sanchez, since arriving, we've eaten well, heard many good stories,... ..but before I pay anything, I want to see some hardware. Mr Kwang, you don't pay for, uh... hardware. You pay for my personal guarantee and protection. Surely if you were to invest million, you would want some reassurance. You're right. Why not? Tomorrow I'll take you to our main distribution centre. Here you are. - Goodbye, Q. Thanks for all you've done. - What?! You're a hell of a field operative. Now go. I'll see you back in London. No more business. Time to have some fun. Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. This Kwang... seems like trouble. Why show them the labs? Don't worry. He won't expose the operation, huh? His Excellency, el presidente Lopez. Hector. Pasa. There's been a mistake with my cheque. Look at it. It's half the usual amount. You were very quiet... when I was arrested. Remember, you're only president... for life. Watch the birdie, you bastard! Aagh! Take his arm. - Who would have a signature gun? - James Bond. This is Her Majesty's Government's. How did you get it? - Piss off! - Who ordered you to kill Sanchez? No one. He's a rogue agent. My orders are to take him back one way or the other. We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you bastard! Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years! I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off! - Get me out of these bloody things. - No, Commander. You're a loose cannon on deck. I'm shipping you straight back to London. - Leave him! - No! Come on! Don't let them take you alive. He's still alive. Who was it? Who sent you? Cyanide. Hey, amigo! How do you feel? - I'll survive. - Lupe. Please. The Wavekrest is arriving tonight. Krest is coming here. No, I'll call you back. Pedro, bring us some coffee. Good. Baby. Please. Well... we both had close calls last night. You were just in time. Things were about to turn nasty. - Who were they? - Freelance hit team. What did they want with you? One of them must have recognised me in the casino. They were afraid I'd warn you, spoil their plans. So you knew them? I used to work for the British government. We kept dossiers on such people. - British agent. - Caf�, senor. I knew it. Gracias. You have class. Those men... tried to kill me. Who would do such a thing? - Someone close to you. - Cream? Sugar? No. - Did they tell you this? - They were well briefed. Obviously by someone on the inside. - Did they mention a name? - No. They were expecting to be paid a lot of cash... ..by someone arriving in Isthmus tonight. You suspect someone? Everyone in my organisation is per cent loyal. - Then you have nothing to worry about. - Well, I have to go meet some people. - You rest here. - I have to go back to my hotel. No, don't go to the hotel. Save your money, huh? I insist. Stay here. Enjoy my hospitality. Lupe, show him the easy way up, please. You are not gonna believe who this guy is. Former British agent. - How did you know that? - Because I know things. I want to meet Krest's boat tonight. We'll need a dozen reliable men. Is there a problem with Krest? We'll see. And bring Lupe. She was there. He's not gonna lie in front of her. S�, senor. - What are you doing? - I've had my fill of Sanchez' hospitality. He said to stay. You're asking for trouble. There's no need for you to get involved. Just give me five minutes, then scream. James, listen to me. There's guards all over the place. You'll never make it. Buenos d�as. Perd�n. Gracias. I'm going shopping! I won't be long! Please don't! Not now! Senor Sanchez said! - I haven't had one of these in five years. - Don't worry. always comes back. - James! - I thought I told you to leave, Q. We couldn't go without knowing what had happened to you. - Get your bags packed, Q. - What the hell is the matter with you? Just a couple of things. Kwang and his team of British agents are dead. Sanchez is alive. I saw you in Heller's office. - You're working with them. - No! - I want the truth. - I am telling the truth. Sanchez has arranged to buy four Stinger missiles from the Contras. He'll shoot down an American airliner if the DEA doesn't lay off. - What about you and Heller? - Felix gave me a letter at his wedding,... ..granting Heller immunity if he gets the Stingers back. Did he go for the deal? Yes. And then you missed Sanchez, and Heller panicked and he said the deal was off,... ..and that I was dead if he ever saw me again. There's more to this than your personal vendetta. It's a mess. Sanchez has tripled his security. You'll never get another shot at him. We don't have to. Meet me at the harbour master's office in two hours. Q, bring the Rolls to the front. Yes, sir! Ah! Senor Bond! Senor Montelongo, I'm making a withdrawal. Pilot coming aboard, sir! Well? Take me to the bridge! - Gracias, Captain. I'll take over now. - You? You're the harbour pilot? No, I'm his secretary All yours, sir... Ma'am. Aren't you going in a bit too fast? You wanna do the driving? You take the wheel. Full speed astern! - What the hell are you doing?! - Harbour pilot went crazy. - I'd stick to flying if I were you. - I got the job done. Franz! What a surprise! I didn't think you'd be here. Yeah. I like surprises. You seem to be having a lot of problems lately. Well, we had this crazy harbour pilot. Let's talk about the money you owe me. Let's talk inside. - Does he have a safe? - Not up here. Maybe below. Have a look around. Check the bow and give me a damage report! Do I have this right? He water-skied behind the plane, jumps on it... No, no. He was, uh... Well, yeah. He threw the pilots out and flew away. Like a little bird. The knife! Pedro. Would I make up a story like that? You must have seen something. - Where's ? - He's coming. That's not my money. I swear! That's right, amigo. It's mine. You think I'm stupid? Huh? You rip me off, then use my own money to pay someone to kill me?! You want it so bad? Then take it! What are you doin'? Wait! Let me talk! This is not my money! No! What the... Aagh! That hurts! Please! What are you doing? Aagh! Sanchez! Please, Franz! No! What about the money, patr�n? Launder it. This is where you leave. Take the plane. I'll see you both in Miami. - Aren't you coming? - No. They'll be after me. It'll be safer on my own. Come on, my dear. See you later. - What's that? - Bond's clothes. They're clean. Sorry to wake you, hermano. I thought you'd like to know the information you gave me paid off. - I got the guy who set me up. - Only one guy? - What do you mean? - I just thought that, um... ..no one'd be stupid enough to try to take you on on their own. - I want you to come with me tomorrow. - Where are we going? It's a surprise. You're gonna like it. - James, what are you doing back here? - Your being here's not a good idea, Lupe. It's all right. Franz is having dinner with the Chinese. - Where's he taking me tomorrow? - He's showing them a special place. I don't know where. James, don't go. I'm scared. What's gonna happen to us? Don't worry. When this is all over, I'll make sure you get back home. Home? It took me years to get away from there! I don't wanna go back. Can't we leave together? I'll be safe with you. No, Lupe. I don't think that would work out. How can we tell unless we try? I think it's gonna work out very well. All right. I'll answer it. Miss Kennedy, I saw you at the casino with James. We need to speak in private. - It's all right. He's with me. - James is in danger. Sanchez is no fool. He is checking up on him. You know, if they find anything suspicious... It's all right. He's out of the country by now. You don't understand. Last night he stayed with me. - At Sanchez' house? - S�. Franz is taking him on a trip. They leave in an hour. If anything happens to him, I don't know what I'll do. I love James so much. You must go before you're missed. Now, don't worry. We'll think of something. "l love James so much." I'll be damned if I'll help him! Look, don't judge him too harshly, my dear. Field operatives often use... ..every means at their disposal to achieve their objectives. Bullshit! Bond's just left in convoy. Two cars and a Jeep,... - ..turning north onto the main highway. - I copy that, Q. What are you doing to my plane?! Overhaul. Senor Sanchez order it. I must have a plane. Where can I rent one? Nada, senorita. No planes. You brought the Stingers. From now on I want them close to me. We started this place strictly as a cover, but Professor Joe turns a tidy profit. Welcome. This way, please. I'm going to have to ask that each of you put on one of these. It's for your own safety, so I'm sure you'll understand. We can't have our best customers developing a... drug habit. This way, gentlemen. Our product dissolves completely in ordinary gasoline,... ..making it absolutely undetectable. - How do you get it back? - You want us to tell you all our secrets? Before we're partners? Take them to the lab. This way, gentlemen. - Who's the new guy? - Somebody I thought could be useful. Gracias. - Can I help you? - I have a surprise for Professor Joe. - Sorry. No visitors this week. - I came all the way from Wichita Falls. - I'm sorry. - We took up a collection. We wanted Professor Joe to accept it personally. You may remove your masks now, gentlemen. So, do we have a deal? The terms were million... ..in negotiable bearer bonds from each of you. Professor Joe! It's really you! Oh! It's magnificent! Rebuilt stone for stone and restored to all of its original glory. - Is this for me? - Yes, I almost forgot. I got so flustered... Tell me, child, have you ever thought of studying here? - Would that be possible? - Come. Let's see if you have the aptitude. To a long association. - What's the process? - It's very simple. Honorato, mu�strales. An per cent mixture of cocaine and ordinary gasoline. Just keep quiet. We already have your first shipment being loaded into the four tanker trucks. Welcome, my dear. Please join me. Wow! This is my humble sanctuary, away from the cares of the world. Your own private meditation chamber. Built from the sacred rocks of the original temple. I did have it soundproofed, so nothing will disturb our... meditation. - I brought you another surprise. - I love surprises. Where is it? Look, this really isn't necessary. Give me the keys. Bless your heart. Your monthly delivery will be by ocean-going tanker. We'll send our chief chemist along to supervise the reconversion process. You keep the gas... as a bonus. And if there's a problem with customs, no evidence. I know him! He's an informer! You disappoint me. Who are you working for? Huh? Tell me! You don't wanna talk? I can get the trucks out, but I don't think I can control the fire! Forget the fire! Get some cars! We're gonna take the tankers with us! Wait a minute! This setup cost us million! - We have to try and save it! - I don't give a shit about the setup! We've got million in the case and tons of Colombian pure in the tankers! - Go help Heller! - We have a deal with the Orientals. - We've got their money. - I said go help Heller! Now, do you wanna make this hard or easy? Put him in the conveyor. When you're up to your ankles, you'll beg to tell me everything. When you're up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you. I'm the least of your problems. If you couldn't trust Krest, who can you trust? Who's got your million? Truman-Lodge? What about the Stingers? What do you know about Stingers? We gotta go, patr�n. This place'll blow up any second. - Where's Heller? - I don't know. That's the last you'll see of Heller and your Stingers. Thanks for the advice. Have my car meet me up at the top! Come with me. - You're dead. - You took the words out of my mouth. - - Sanchez! - Are you all right? - Switch the bloody machine off! Hey. I was making sure these were secure. It's a good idea. - Take them up to my car. - Of course. - Oh, God! It's Heller! - Yeah. Looks like he came to a dead end. Come on! You. Come with me. Come on. Surprise! Bless your heart! - Perez. - S�, d�game. Bond has escaped. Meet me at Paso del Diablo. S�, patr�n. Detengan a Bond. Don't worry. It's only money. - Este gringo maneja como un demonio. - OK. Que pase. Oh, no! Shit! Brilliant! Well done, Franz. Another million dollar write-off. I guess it's time to start cutting overhead. Dame el Stinger. Aagh! Carajo. James! P�rate. - You could have had everything. - Don't you want to know why? Aagh! Well, what are you waiting for? Get in. Yes, sir. - I'll be up to see you next week. - Good. I'll be out by then. M called. He tried to reach you. I think he may have a job for you. Look, Felix, I have to go. My, er, hostess has just arrived. - Take care, James. - You too. Goodbye. - I thought you hated that thing. - Iguanas are a girl's best friend. - Well, here's to you, my dear. - Cheers. Thank you for everything, James. Thank you. You could stay here with me. Excuse me. I think you and el presidente will make a perfect couple. Why don't you wait until you're asked? So why don't you ask me?
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