Three blind mice in a row
Three blind mice there they go
Marching down the street single file
To a calypso beat all the while
They're looking for the cat
The cat that swallowed the rat
They want to show that cat the attitude of three blind mice
Three blind mice here and there
Three blind mice everywhere
Searching all around for the cat
All over Kingston town pit-a-pat
They got the carving knife
To cut the pussycat's life
The puss will get that knife for trifling with three blind mice
That's it! Hundred honors and ninety below.
Nicely done, Strangways. I have to give it to you.
I must leave you for a few minutes. Order a round on my chit, Professor.
Damn it all! Must you break off at this time every evening?
Sorry.
My director is a creature of habit. I get a call every day at this time.
Hurry back before the cards get cold.
Twenty minutes. Don't doctor any hands while I'm away.
Same again.
Bless you, master.
Hurry, man!
Get away quick!
W6N, W6N...
calling G7W.
How do you hear me? Over.
G7W, London. G7W, London. Receiving you. Over.
Stand by to transmit.
Wait. Out.
Here.
Hello, W6N, report my signals. Over.
Hello, W6N. Over.
Foreman of Signals. Urgent.
Right. Get me the Ml6 radio security control.
What is it?
- W6N, Kingston, Jamaica broke contact. - Broken or faded?
Broken. Just voice. Carrier wave is still established.
- Checked on both emergency frequencies? - Yes, sir. No joy on either.
Keep trying. Let me know when they come up again.
Hello? Hello, W6N, report my signals. Over.
Foreman of Signals, sir. Jamaica's broken off mid-transmission.
No, sir, it's not a technical fault.
Yes, sir.
Will you tell him, sir? Very good.
- Excuse me. Are you a member? - No. I'm looking for Mr. James Bond.
- What name should I say, sir? - Give him my card, will you?
Would you like to leave your coat over there, sir?
The house will cover the difference?
I need money.
I admire your courage, Miss...
Trench. Sylvia Trench.
I admire your luck, Mister...
Bond. James Bond.
- Would you care to raise the limit? - I have no objections.
Now.
- Looks like you're out to get me. - It's an idea at that. Eight.
- Excuse me, sir. - Thank you.
I must pass the shoe. Forgive me, but it's most important. Thank you.
Have those changed, will you?
Too bad you have to go just as things were getting interesting.
Yes. Tell me, Miss Trench, do you play any other games?
I mean besides chemin de fer?
Golf, amongst other things.
- Tomorrow afternoon then. - Tomorrow?
We could have dinner afterwards, perhaps?
Sounds tempting.
May I let you know in the morning?
Splendid.
My number's on the card.
See if he's there, will you?
James, where on earth have you been? I've been searching London for you!
007 is here, sir.
He'll see you in a minute.
Moneypenny!
- What gives? - Me. Given an ounce of encouragement.
You never take me to dinner looking like this, James.
You never take me to dinner, period.
I would, only M would have me court-martialed...
for illegal use of government property.
Flattery will get you nowhere, but don't stop trying. Now.
- What's all this to do about? - Strangways. It looks serious.
We've been burning the air between here and Jamaica for three hours.
In you go.
Don't forget to write.
Good evening, sir.
It happens to be 3:00 a. m. When do you sleep, 007?
Never on the firm's time, sir.
Sit down.
Jamaica went off the air tonight.
It was in the middle of the opening procedure. We checked up.
Strangways has disappeared.
So has his secretary. She was new. We had just sent her there.
Was Strangways on something special?
He was checking an inquiry for the Americans.
They were complaining about interference with their Cape Canaveral rockets.
They think it comes from the Jamaica area.
- Does "toppling" mean anything to you? - A little.
It's throwing the gyroscopic controls of a guided missile off balance...
with a radio beam?
More or less.
$5 million worth of missile aimed at a spot in the south Atlantic...
but finishing up in the middle of the Brazilian jungle is bad enough.
Now they're going to try orbiting a rocket around the moon.
The American CIA sent a man to work with Strangways.
Fellow by the name of Leiter. Do you know him?
I've heard of him, but never met him.
Has he found out anything important?
You better ask him. You're booked on the 7:00 plane to Kingston.
That gives you exactly three hours, twenty-two minutes.
Armourer.
I'll have background papers delivered to you at the airport...
in a self-destructive bag.
You can study them during the flight.
I want to know what's happened to Strangways.
Sir?
Take off your jacket.
Give me your gun.
I thought so. This damned Beretta again. I've told you about this before.
You tell him, for the last time.
It's nice and light in a lady's handbag. No stopping power.
Any comments, 007?
I disagree, sir.
I've used the Beretta for ten years. I've never missed with it yet.
Maybe not, but it jammed on your last job. You spent six months in hospital.
If you carry a double-0 number, it means you're licensed to kill, not get killed.
And since I've been head of Ml6, there's been a 40% drop...
in double-0 casualties and I want it to stay that way.
You'll carry the Walther...
unless you prefer to go back to standard intelligence duties.
No, sir, I would not.
Then from now on you carry a different gun. Show him.
Walther PPK.
It's 7.65 mil, with a delivery like a brick through a plate glass window.
Takes a Brausch silencer with very little reduction in muzzle velocity.
- The American CIA swear by them. - Thank you, Major Boothroyd.
Thank you, sir. Good night, sir.
- Any questions, 007? - No, sir.
All right. Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Sir?
Just leave the Beretta.
Miss Moneypenny, forget the usual repartee. 007's in a hurry.
Good luck.
There! You made me miss it.
You don't miss a thing.
How did you get in? Never mind. You're here.
I decided to accept your invitation.
That was for tomorrow afternoon.
- Do you always dress this way for golf? - I changed into something comfortable.
Oh, I hope I did the right thing.
You did the right thing, but you picked the wrong moment.
I must leave immediately.
That's too bad.
Just as things were getting interesting again.
When did you say you had to leave?
Immediately.
Almost immediately.
Hello, New York. Your Pan Am 323 just landed in Kingston, Jamaica.
Taxi.
All right, go ahead.
Help yourself. Taxi.
- Mr. Bond, sir? - Yes.
I'm Mr. Jones. Chauffeur from Government House. I was sent to get you.
Fine. We'll drop my bags at the hotel. Hang on. I want to check my reservation.
- I can do that. - No. You just take care of the bags.
- Government House? - Yes.
- Principal Secretary, please. - Hold the line, please.
- Who wants him? - James Bond. Universal Exports.
Welcome to Jamaica.
Yes, your head office alerted us this morning.
- You free for lunch today? 1:00? - That'll suit me fine.
By the way, have you sent a car to meet me?
Car? I didn't think you wanted an official reception.
Quite right. 1:00 then.
Forgive me if I'm a few minutes late.
- Where to first, sir? - Government House, but no hurry.
Just take me for a ride.
You always drive this fast? I told you I wasn't in a hurry.
Sorry, sir, but I think there's some fellow trying to follow us.
Then I suggest you try and lose them.
Take the next right turn.
Now, Mr. Jones, talk fast before your friend doubles back.
Who are you working for?
I don't know what you're saying. I was sent to meet you at the airport.
By whom?
By Government House.
I don't think so. Hands on the wheel! I'm a nervous passenger.
Get out. Move!
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Get up!
- Now talk. - All right.
Let me have a cigarette.
To hell with you!
Sergeant, make sure he doesn't get away.
Cyanide in a cigarette?
- Fantastic. - No less.
- Duff, what have you got? - The car was stolen.
We haven't identified the driver, but he wasn't a Kingston man.
Wherever he was from, news of my arrival leaked.
We didn't advertise it, I can assure you.
Perhaps not.
- It seemed someone was selling tickets! - Anything more we can do for you?
Yes. I'd like to meet the last people to see Strangways.
Nobody seems to have seen him after he left our bridge four at Queens Club.
- Who were the others? - Professor Dent.
Metallurgist. Runs a test laboratory. Respected. Clean bill.
- Potter. - Old general, ex-army. Been here ages.
Start with those.
- Want them brought in? - Lord, no! I'll meet them socially.
I can introduce you at the club tonight.
Fine. I'd like to take a look at Strangways' place.
I'll run you up there now.
Go on in.
That's a blood patch.
- They've grouped it as O-Rh positive. - That's her group.
The set was still switched on when we came around.
We tried to get through on the same frequency, but it was dead.
And it'll stay dead. All frequencies are changed when security's broken.
Receipt from Dent Laboratories. Geology a hobby of Strangways?
Not that I know of.
Who is the man with Strangways?
One of the local fishermen.
- He drove the car that tailed me. - That so? Gives us something to work on.
- I'll have a thorough check made on him. - You do that.
I want a bath and change before I meet Pleydell-Smith at the club.
One medium-dry vodka martini, mixed like you said, sir, not stirred.
- Anything else, sir? - No, that's all.
Very well, sir.
Curious... old Strangways just vanishing like that, or is it?
His secretary was very nice, very nice indeed.
- Did you know her? - I'd seen her around, you know.
I suppose none of you could throw any light on what happened to him.
His conversation? Any hint?
I never heard him talk about anything but big game fishing and bridge.
Fishing was the latest craze. He started three weeks ago and was out every day.
Must of cost him something. These fishermen ask the earth to charter.
- And Quarrel's the most expensive. - Quarrel?
Cayman Islander. Keeps a boat in the harbor.
I see.
- Excuse me. Where do I find Quarrel? - Him.
Thank you.
Your name Quarrel?
Maybe.
I'm a friend of Commander Strangways.
Ain't that nice! I like people who's friends of people.
I thought you might be able to tell me what happened to him.
As far as I know, nothing happened, unless you know different, Captain.
Where did you take him in your boat?
See that?
That there's the Caribbean.
That's where. Fishing.
I'm interested in fishing. I'd like to charter your boat.
I'm sorry. It's not for hire.
- Seems I came to the wrong address. - That's all right.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got business to attend to.
Hey, Pussfeller.
Well, if it ain't my friend what gets addresses mixed!
You got the right one this time if you likes good eating.
I do if the conversation matches it.
Back at the boat, too public.
- In there, it different. - After you.
Sure thing.
- See we get a bit of privacy. - Nothing but.
Nothing but.
- Pick a seat. - I'm fine.
Mister, supposing you start the conversation. How's about it?
Ain't no use struggling. Pussfeller wrestles alligators.
Right! Up slowly and face that wall.
Hold it.
Gently, gently. Let's not get excited.
Frisk him.
Nothing.
Interesting. Where were you measured for this?
My tailor. Savile Row.
That so? Mine's a guy in Washington.
Felix Leiter, Central Intelligence Agency.
You must be James Bond.
- You mean, we're fighting the same war? - I spotted you at the airport.
When I saw you drive off with the opposition, I figured I must be wrong.
Quarrel's been helping me.
- No hard feelings, I hope. - Only a sore hand. Glad to know you.
That's Pussfeller. He owns the place.
- I hope he cooks better than he fights. - You can always find out.
Nobody died from my cooking yet.
All the people go jump up
Waving arms about, weaving in and out It's so easy to jump up
Take a pretty girl, take a whirl and then both together again jump up
Hold her very tight then for all the night you'll be doing the jump up
Jump up, jump up You make her
Jump up music You make her
Never want to stop jump up Together
There you are. Cape Canaveral is screaming.
They don't want anything to go wrong with this moon rocket launching.
Yet you say Strangways didn't think the interference was coming from here.
- I suppose you cased the joint. - I checked unofficially.
You limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.
Strangways and Quarrel checked the offshore islands.
- You found nothing? - Not a thing.
- Where did you look? - About everywhere.
- Fire Island, Crab Key, Morgan's Reef. - Checked them all thoroughly?
Except Crab Key. We didn't have no right to go there.
- Why not? - It belongs to a Chinese...
Get her, Quarrel, and the camera.
Evening.
You're hurting!
Captain wants you to have a drink with us.
- You're hurting me. - You can't mean it.
Good evening.
Why do you want another picture of me?
I only got your hat at the airport. Tell this ape to let me go.
Why do you want a picture?
- That's the way I earn my living. - Who pays you?
The Daily Gleaner.
- Anything I can do? - Ever seen this girl before?
She comes here sometimes. She being a nuisance to you?
You want me to get rid of her?
Ring the Gleaner and find out if they sent a photographer here tonight.
They didn't send me. I work freelance.
Freelance? For whom?
You...
Tell us and he'll stop.
We don't get nothing out of this gal. Want me to break her arm?
Another time.
The second time nothing's come out. Give her her arm back.
Run along, freelance.
You'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry, you rats!
One takes cyanide, another would have let her arm be broken.
Neither would talk. Who puts that scare into people?
We better find out, but fast.
What's so special about Crab Key? Why can't we go?
It belongs to a Chinese character. He won't allow anyone to land.
I had our naval reconnaissance planes take a look.
They found nothing but a bauxite mine, low-scan C-H radar setup.
But there's nothing illegal about that.
That Crab Key scares me plenty.
Friends of mine went there after seashells.
Only trouble, they never came back again.
None of the local fishermen will go near the place.
Commander Strangways and me slipped in at night.
He take some samples and we came back. Don't do for a man to hang about there.
- What kind of samples? - Bits of rock, sand, water.
I see. Crab Key begins to interest me.
What else do we know about this Chinese gentleman?
Nothing much, except his name. Dr. No.
- I'd like to see Professor Dent. - Have you an appointment, sir?
No. Tell him it's James Bond. We met yesterday.
Very well. He's somewhere in the lab.
Is Professor Dent there?
Never mind.
Good morning.
Mr. Bond. Anything I can do for you?
Yes. I came across this in Strangways' office. Your receipt.
- Yes, that's right. - Can you tell me anything about it?
Poor old Strangways. Bit of a bug of his, this amateur geology.
He brought rock samples in for testing, convinced they were valuable.
Were they?
No, of course not. Just low-grade iron pyrites.
Can I see them?
No, I threw them away.
- Have you any idea where he found them? - No. He didn't say.
- Crab Key perhaps? - Definitely not.
Why so certain?
Not geologically possible.
Thank you very much, indeed. It's kind of you to spare me your time.
You're very welcome, Mr. Bond.
Professor?
Allow me.
Morning.
- I've got to get to Crab Key. - I can't take you. You know procedure.
There's no time for procedure now. I'll take responsibility.
- I hope you know what you're doing. - Come on!
- I radioed. They're expecting me. - Go ahead.
Sit down.
Why have you disobeyed my strictest rule and come in daylight?
I had to. Bond came to see me this morning.
I know. I gave orders that he should be killed. Why is he still alive?
Our attempts failed.
Your attempts failed. I do not like failure.
You are not going to fail me again, Professor?
No. I came to warn you.
Warn me?
Tell you.
Bond has discovered those rock samples of Strangways' came from Crab Key.
He's not a fool. He's sure to come out here.
I hope not. If he does, I shall hold you responsible.
I make myself clear?
Yes, quite clear.
Go to the table.
You see what is in the cage?
Pick it up.
Tonight.
- I'd like to send a cable. - Yes, of course.
The car you ordered, it's been delivered.
It's in number five parking lot.
- Thank you. Good night. - Good night, Mr. Bond.
- Morning, Pleydell-Smith. - Morning, Bond.
Sorry to trouble you early, but I need some information.
All you have on Dr. No and Crab Key.
Miss Taro, bring me the files on Dr. No.
- Sit down. - What can you tell me about this island?
Not much, except there's a bauxite mine there.
Dr. No runs the place like a concentration camp.
I've heard funny rumors, but no one's ever complained officially.
Miss Taro, just leave them here.
I've very sorry, but we can't find them anywhere.
- What do you mean? Who had them last? - Commander Strangways. Both files.
All right, Miss Taro.
Damn nuisance, their disappearing like that.
On the contrary...
I'd have been surprised if they hadn't.
That came for you from London in the plane, in the diplomatic pouch.
Present from home.
Can I get out that way?
That's a naughty little habit. Listening at keyholes?
I wasn't listening. I was looking for those files.
Anything that can't be found, I get the blame.
Forget it. I'm sure it's not very important anyhow.
I'd hate to think you'll spend the afternoon looking for these things.
No. I have the afternoon off.
There's a coincidence. So have I. Why not show me around the island?
What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?
You should say, "Yes. "
I should say, "Maybe. "
3:00 at my hotel, maybe?
Yes, maybe.
Good.
The luminous dial activates it. Hold this.
Now, where did Commander Strangways place those samples?
- About where your feet is. - Good.
Hi there. Lose something?
Take a look at this Geiger reading.
Those samples Strangways brought back from Crab Key were radioactive.
Yet Professor Dent told me they were worthless chunks of iron ore.
He's either a bad professor or a poor liar.
I intend to find out which. How soon can you get us to Crab Key?
Well, it's like this, Captain.
Commander Strangways, he done take samples of all the islands.
Supposing we check the nearest ones first?
No. I'm interested in Crab Key.
I done take the Commander there, and we got away without trouble.
It don't do for a man to tempt providence too often.
There's a dragon.
What?
Native superstition. Started by Dr. No probably.
We don't want to force you.
Leiter and I will go over after dark if you'll give us directions.
I get my directions from my nose, my ears, my instincts.
Anyway, I'll be here about 7:00.
Fine.
Mr. Bond, there's a telephone message for you.
- Johnny, what have you done with it? - It's right here.
Oh, Mr. Bond. I was thinking.
Why don't you collect me at my apartment?
It's lovely up here in the mountains. Nice and cool.
All right. You leave Port Royal Road out of Kingston.
Then along the Wentworth Road until you get to the cement factory.
Then you turn left.
Follow the road up the hill, down the other side...
and two miles further on, on the left...
Magenta Drive, 2171.
I'll be waiting for you.
How did it happen?
I think they were on their way to a funeral.
Just a minute.
You did invite me, remember?
Of course. I just didn't expect you here so soon.
Yes, come in.
I'll go put some clothes on.
Don't go to any trouble on my account.
Please.
Forgive me. I thought I was invited up here to admire the view.
I feel one of us should answer it.
Hello? Yes, I know. He's here now.
I don't know what happened!
All right. I'll try and keep him here for a couple of hours.
All right... I'll have to go now.
All right. I'll call you later.
You believe in living dangerously. I can see that.
What do you mean?
Sitting around with wet hair, you'll die of pneumonia.
- It is rather beautiful. - Thank you.
Do you always wear it up?
- Don't you like it that way? - Yes, very much.
With your sort of face, it's wonderful.
What's going on behind my back?
Nothing.
Look, no hands.
- I'm hungry. Let's go out and eat. - I'll make you a Chinese dinner here.
No. I'm feeling Italian and musical. Let's go to the Blue Mountain Grill.
I'd rather stay here.
It's more fun alone.
Yes, but I don't want you getting dishpan hands.
I like cooking.
Forget it. May I use your phone?
Who are you ringing?
Taxi.
James Bond here. Can I have a car sent to...
2171 Magenta Drive?
As soon as you can, please. Thank you.
- I thought you came by car. - Wouldn't start. Engine trouble.
That explains...
Explains what?
Why you need a taxi.
Why I need a taxi?
Careful, my nail varnish!
- The lights. - No. I always leave them on.
What's going on?
Forgive me. Book her, Superintendent.
And be careful of her nail varnish.
Drop it, Professor! Behind you.
I thought you'd turn up sooner or later.
Sit down.
- The girl talked. - But of course.
I was suspicious at the Queens Club anyhow...
when you were the only one who'd seen Strangways' new secretary.
Then at the lab...
you made no reference to the fact that Strangways' samples...