The coffin...
it has your initials, J.B.
At this moment, rather him than me.
At least you've been saved the effort of removing him.
Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.
I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
Is there anything else our French station can do for Monsiuer Bond?
Later, perhaps.
As I said, later. Come on.
Madame...
I've come to offer my sincere condolences.
My dear Colonel Bouvar...
I don't think you should have opened that car door by yourself.
No well-dressed man should be without one.
Yes, very practical.
Get inside.
- They're coming to get me. - Hurry!
He always runs
While others walk
He acts
While other men just talk
He looks at this world
And wants it all
So he strikes
Like Thunderball
He knows the meaning
Of success
His needs are more
So he gives less
They call him
The winner who takes all
And he strikes
Like Thunderball
Any woman he wants
He'll get
He will break any heart
Without regret
His days of asking
Are all gone
His fight goes on
And on and on
But he thinks that the fight
Is worth it all
So he strikes
Like Thunderball
Hey, no parking here!
Pardon, Monsieur Largo.
The International Brotherhood for the Assistance of Stateless Persons...
is purely philanthropic.
We're not interested in politics...
only in your rehabilitation.
We have been able to arrange for visas at the Brazilian Consulate.
The Brotherhood will look after you until...
- Good morning, Mr. Largo. - Good morning.
- Nice to have you back again. - Thank you, my dear.
- We pay back everything! - There will be no need.
We have certain funds from private individuals who share our aim.
Sit down, Number Two. We will discuss...
your NATO project later.
I regret to inform you all of the death of Spectre Number Six.
Colonel Jacques Bouvar was killed by an unknown assassin.
His services will be greatly missed.
We will now proceed with the area financial reports. Number Seven.
Blackmail of the double agent Matsou Fujiwa.
Unfortunately, only 40 million yen.
- All the man had. - Number Ten.
Assassination of Perringe, the French antimatter specialist...
who went over to the Russians.
Three million francs from the special department...
- of the Quai D'Orsay. - Number Five.
Our consultation fee for the British train robbery: 250,000 pounds.
Number 11.
Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States...
2,300,000 dollars, collected by Number Nine and myself.
Two million three...
Our expectations were considerably higher, Number 11.
Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
I anticipated that factor.
Are you quite sure all monies...
have been accounted for by yourself and Number Nine?
- To the penny, Number One. - On the contrary...
I have satisfied myself that one of you is clearly...
guilty of embezzlement.
Spectre is a dedicated fraternity...
whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of its members.
The culprit is known to me.
I have decided on the appropriate action.
Let us now proceed with new business.
We will hear from Number Two, who's in charge of our NATO project...
the most ambitious Spectre has ever undertaken.
Your report, Number Two.
Thank you, Number One.
Our intention is to demand a ransom...
from the North Atlantic Treaty Powers...
of 280 million dollars...
100 million pounds.
I have sent Spectre agent Count Lippe to the south of England...
where he is making the necessary preparations.
He is at a health clinic...
conveniently located near the NATO air base.
- Oh, Pat? - Hello.
- I'll see you when I've had a shower. - I'll soon be finished.
- Mr. Bond, Count Lippe. - You're not taking her away already?
She's the only joy in this dreary place.
I see you've discovered that too.
- About half an hour, Pat. - I'll be ready.
I've heard that before.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
Funny looking bruise. A fall?
A poker in the hands of a widow.
I'm surprised. I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
A red square with a spike through it.
I think it's a Tong sign, the red dragon from Macao.
- Ask records to verify it for me. - Sorry, sweetie. You're off duty.
- File it till you get back. - Moneypenny...
next time I see you, I'll put you across my knee.
On yogurt and lemon juice? I can hardly wait.
Come on, Pat.
I'm coming.
I can't hear you. Have you fainted?
You're late, Mr. Bond.
Me?
I'd never have recognized myself.
- Do I seem healthy? - Too healthy. Take off your bathrobe.
You never say that as if you meant it.
Arms above your head, please.
Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!
I can see there's only one place to keep you quiet.
What's this?
A motorized traction table for stretching the spine.
Some patients call it the rack.
I'm not surprised.
Get on.
Where's the kick starter?
Stop fooling around and face down, please.
Face down.
By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
I really don't know too much about him.
A Mr. Angelo.
He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash.
There, now, the first time I've felt really safe all day.
I'll look in and see how you're doing in 15 minutes.
Nice to have met you.
Hey, come back!
Help!
Oh, thank God!
You could've been killed!
I must be six inches taller.
You poor dear.
I can't think how it could have happened.
I can tell you, it's a miracle I came back when I did.
I can only think that you must have pushed the switch accidentally.
You better come along with me.
Spend a few minutes in the steam room. It'll help to relax you.
- Yes. - Might even shrink you back to size.
Somebody's going to wish today had never happened.
You wouldn't tell Dr. Wain.
Please, I'd lose my job.
Well, I suppose my silence could have a price.
You don't mean... Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
See you later, irrigator.
- What the hell are you doing? - Don't you worry. I'll tell the chef.
Let me out of this bloody machine!
Help!
Mink.
It reduces the tensions.
Not mine.
Major Derval's social secretary.
- I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo. - What's that?
- Mr. Angelo. - I'm sorry.
You got the wrong number.
You don't think you could be more comfortable if you take off this...
- Yes? - Major Derval?
- This is Major Derval. - Your car is waiting.
I'll be down right away. Thank you.
My car's here. Duty calls. The story of my life.
You'll be late at the air base.
Besides, it will give you time to cool off.
You'll be here when I come back?
But I may not be in the mood then.
- Do you wanna bet? - You know your Francois.
I know me.
All right.
- I told him I'd be down. - Your coat, sir.
Happy landing!
Thank you.
Be good, at least until I get back.
- Nobody saw us. The corridor's empty. - Shut the door!
He's dead all right. Lippe, you take over.
- Are the doctor and ambulance outside? - Everything as arranged.
Angelo.
Your breathing equipment.
Isolates you from the oxygen supply.
Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you just used. And most important...
Not enough. 100,000 dollars is not enough.
- What are you trying to say? - I changed my mind.
Two years of my life...
studying the film, the reports...
plastic operations, voice lessons.
Make it a quarter of a million, or get someone else.
- There is no one else. - Exactly. I am Derval.
Put that away. Angelo is right.
I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement.
This is merely a down payment.
All right, but against a quarter of a million.
- Agreed. - His watch.
Identification Disc.
- Au revoir! - No, he always says ciao.
The cap's too far back on your head.
The rest of my money, just have it ready.
Come on. Get him into his pajamas.
Sir, identity, please.
Thank you, sir.
This is a normal training sortie, and you'll be accompanied...
by a NATO representative, Commandant Derval...
Major Derval of NATO.
It's a routine flight. You'll be flying a Vulcan...
at an altitude of 45,000 feet...
armed with two atomic bombs, M.O.S. Type.
Fuses as usual in the white security box.
Oh, those damned aeroplanes!
They're enough to drive you mad.
Unless, of course, it's that mink glove of yours.
I'll shut out the noise.
James, where are you going?
Nowhere. I thought I'd take a little exercise.
You must be joking.
Come on.
Quiet!
Can I help you? County Police here.
Hello?
- What's going on? - I don't know.
Could it be the front doorbell?
- It most certainly could not. - Hello.
Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
It's funny you should say that.
Point of return...
45 minutes, 30 seconds.
Switch from manual to auto.
It's set on automatic. Commandant...
would you care to change places with the copilot?
- Better view up here. - I'd be delighted.
This is Southern Radar.
You are now under positive radar control.
This is avoiding action.
Request you report your position.
Take this, will you? What's the flap, Dawson?
O-B-N-R, sir. NATO training flight. Air traffic flashed us.
They lost it on radar. We haven't been able to pick it up anywhere.
Was she losing altitude when she went off the screen?
Rapidly. We can't scan below 300 feet.
- She may have gone down. - Was she in trouble?
Not according to the last report, which came from about here.
- She is armed, isn't she? - Two atomic weapons, M.O.S. Type.
Get everything you can into the area. A thorough search.
Notify the Admiralty at once. Top priority. Absolute security.
- Ask them to contact Washington. - Very good, sir.
Is there anything else in sight?
No. All clear.
Switch on the underwater landing lights.
Open the underwater hatch.
- Stand by to winch in the submarine. - Man the winches!
- Give these bomb fuses to Mr. Kutze. - Right, sir.
Get the submarine up quickly and the bombs loaded in the containers.
Kutze, are you pleased with your new toys?
Some new safety device. A secret control.
What can they have that the great Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?
Life was much simpler in my Warsaw laboratory.
Your share will amount to how many Nobel Prizes?
Pull forward!
More. Hold it!
Paris, sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Number Two speaking. Phase two completed.
Number Two has done well, unlike Count Lippe...
whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardized the success of our project.
Send a message to the Execution Branch.
You will write, or telephone at the least.
Day by day. I'm truly sorry I have to dash off like this.
There's been a bit of a flap at the office.
- What kind of work do you do? - I travel...
sort of a licensed troubleshooter.
Mr. Angelo. Heart attack last night.
I'm not surprised.
- Keep in touch. - Anytime, James. Anyplace.
Another time, another place.
- You are late! - Yes.
Some people on the road really burn you up these days.
In the conference room. Something pretty big.
Every Double-0 man in Europe has been rushed in, and the Home Secretary too.
His wife's probably lost her dog.
Well, now that we're all here...
The Prime Minister has asked the Home Secretary...
to come and represent him here today.
The Home Secretary.
Gentlemen, the tape that you are about to hear...
was received at 10 Downing Street this morning.
My dear Prime Minister.
Two atomic bombs...
numbers 4-5-6 and 4-5-7...
which were aboard NATO flight 7-5-9...
are now in the possession of Spectre.
Unless within the next seven days your government...
pays to us 100 million pounds sterling...
in a manner to be designated by us...
we shall destroy a major city in England...
or the United States of America.
Please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging...
for Big Ben to strike seven times...
at 6:00 p. m. Tomorrow.
The Prime Minister and the President...
have talked together over the hot line and have agreed...
that unless the bombs are recovered, payment will have to be made.
To avoid general panic...
complete secrecy will be maintained and no press announcements.
The Prime Minister has asked that your department...
take charge of the operation.
Thank you. Sir John.
This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan.
Extensive search has failed to locate any evidence of either a crash...
or landing, and worldwide reports have proved negative...
on all airfields large enough to handle the Vulcan.
- That's all we have, sir. - Thank you, Sir John.
I'll leave you to carry on. We'll keep you in touch from Number 10.
Thank you, sir.
You may now open the folders in front of you.
Code name: Thunderball.
As you can see, we've very little to go on.
All the members of the crew...
had top security clearance.
You'll find their photographs and service records in your files.
You'll be working with NATO, C.I. A...
and all allied intelligence units.
That's all...
until you discuss your individual assignments with me.
I've assigned you to station C, Canada.
Group Captain Pritchard here will be your Air Force liaison.
Sir, I respectfully suggest that you change my assignment to Nassau.
Is there any other reason besides your enthusiasm of water sports?
Perhaps this, sir.
- Well? - There was a photograph of that man...
in this dossier you gave us.
His name is Derval.
I saw him last night at Shrublands, but he was dead.
Oh, no, sir. Not possible. He was seen...
boarding the Vulcan and took off last night.
If 007 says he saw Derval last night and he was dead...
that's enough for me to initiate inquiries.
Yes, of course.
- Who is this girl? - Derval's sister.
- Do you know where she is now? - Nassau.
Do you think she's worth going after?
I wouldn't put it quite that way.
We've only got four days.
Don't spend your time sitting around.
No, sir, I won't.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Smashing figure. I don't suppose...
that has anything to do with your request?
Was there ever a man more misunderstood?
You can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You may be able to con the old man, but I know better. I could...
So do I, Miss Moneypenny.
And I'll thank you not to refer to me as the old man.
I think I had a hat when I came in.
How else will you recognize her?
Couldn't miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
- Thank you, Mr... - James Bond.
I arrived soon after you went down.
- I've been admiring your form. - Have you?
Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form.
Most girls just paddle around.
- You swim like a man. - So do you.
I've had quite a bit of practice.
- Do you come here often? - Whenever I'm bored.
Practically every day.
What else do you do, and where?
- You don't waste time, do you? - No.
- For effort. - Thank you.
I'll wear it so you know me next time.
I was right. Couldn't miss.
- I'm not with you. - You soon will be.
Paula!
- Give me a hand, will you? - Get in.
Tell London I've made contact with the girl.
Well, it's not what I'd call contact.
I'll pass it through you've seen the girl.
- Keep trying. - It won't start!
Ahoy there! Our motor's conked out.
You wouldn't be going anywhere near Coral Harbor, would you?
I wasn't, but I could.
I have a very important appointment. I'd appreciate a lift.
Come aboard then!
You don't mind taking the service boat, do you?
Not at all.
Hurry up!
- Perhaps lunch by the pool. - How about your urgent appointment?
How long have you been out here?
About three weeks.
Don't you ever stop asking questions?
All right. Change of tack. Have some of my conch chowder.
You've been reading the wrong books, Mr. Bond.
- About conch chowder? - Being an aphrodisiac.
It just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Friend of yours?
- Works for my guardian. - Your guardian has you watched?
- He likes to know where I am. - I don't blame him.
- Will you excuse me? - You're not going so soon?
I'm afraid so.
My guardian's yacht.
Oh, really?
- He'll be expecting me. - May I come with you?
- I'd love to meet your guardian. - Oh, no.
- Will I see you again? - It's a small island.
- Perhaps we can have dinner together. - No.
- My dear, uncooperative Domino. - How do you know that?
How do you know my friends call me Domino?
It's on the bracelet on your ankle.
What sharp little eyes you've got.
Wait till you get to my teeth.
Bye then. See you tomorrow on the beach.
- 500 pounds, please. - Certainly, monsieur.
Thanks.
Sorry.
- There. - Thank you.
Two hundred.
Eight.
Someone has to lose.
Yes, I thought I saw a spectre at your shoulder.
What do you mean?
The spectre of defeat. Your luck was due to change.
We'll soon find out.
Any objection to raise the limit? 500 pounds shall we say?
- Too big for me. - Count me out too.
Perhaps you would like to take the shoe.
My friend won't mind, Mr...
- Bond. - Oh, yes. Mr. Bond.
- One of my associates spoke about you. - Nothing bad, I hope.
It's your spectre against mine.
You wish to put the evil eye on me?
We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
You may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
- No. - Seven.
Six.
Eight.
Nine.
You seem to be unbeatable, Mr. Bond.
For the moment. This sort of thing can't last.
Emilio, you promised to buy me a drink.
Soon, my dear. I want to get my money back first.
May I be allowed to buy the lady a drink?
- I would appreciate that. - Then I must pass the shoe.
He's going to be impossible if his luck doesn't change.
Somehow, I don't think it will tonight.
Beluga caviar, Dom Perignon, '55.
- Monsieur. - Thank you.
I understand you're Mr. Largo's niece.
Sounds better than... What would you say? Mistress? Kept woman?
I wouldn't say that. Where did you meet him?
In Capri. I was there with my brother, Francois.
Strange. I found Emilio attractive...
then.
- Does he live aboard the yacht? - No. He has a house on the island.
Must we talk about him? I'd much rather dance.
So would I.
- Where is your brother now? - In England.
He's a Commandant with the NATO forces there.
He's a wonderful person.
The trouble is I never meet anyone like him.
- Only men like Largo and myself. - You are not like Largo.
No?
Why do you say that?
The way you hold me.
There.
- How long are you staying in Nassau? - We're going the day after tomorrow.
As I said, we haven't got much time.
Emilio wants to leave.
Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
I hoped you'd not be so obvious.
Well, when one has so little time, one sort of has to be obvious.
- You know where you can find me. - Mr. Bond.
Your niece is an excellent dancer.
Let me prove I'm as good a loser as you are a winner.
Come to lunch on Sunday. The Palmyra. It's my house.
Sunday at noon, then.
My dear.
- Good night. - Good night.
You must tell me what Mr. Bond had to say, word for word.
He talked about you a little.
What was he saying just then? I didn't quite hear.
He asked were we sleeping aboard tonight.
Interesting.
- My key. It's 304, please. - Thank you. 304.
- I'm sorry, no mail. - Thank you.
Well, hello, 00...
That's a fine way to treat the C.I.A.
Sorry about that, Felix, but you were about to say 007.
Here.
Have you killed him?
You know me better than that. Here you go, Smiler.
Have you seen everything you came to see?
Go back to your friends and report.
Tell them, the little fish I throw back into the sea. Give it to him.
You're going to shoot me in the back.
The gun, I mean.
Get out!
- Who was he? - Like I said, a small fish...
working for a Mr. Largo.
He's got a yacht we should take a look at later.
- Quist to see Mr. Largo. - Open up.
Yes? It's Quist.
Gently, my friend.
- What did you find? - Nothing.
- You saw Bond? - Yes, I saw him.
What happened?
You let him get the better of you.
Hey, there, did you finally make contact?
You're late. Felix Leiter, this is Pinder, our man here.
- How do you do? - This way, gentlemen.
- Who's the girl? - Paula Kaplan, my assistant here.
He has no plans to visit the United States.
Now here's a special announcement...
from the Overseas Service of the B.B.C.
Big Ben actually did strike seven times at 6:00 this evening.
This was caused by a mechanical failure...
which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in 1898.
And here once again are the headlines.
Obviously stalling for time.
- Oh, no! - Ah, 007.
- What a wonderful surprise. - For me too.
I must say, I find this business of equipping you in the field...
on the run, as it were... highly irregular.
Here we have a Geiger counter.
Useful and unobtrusive.
The sweep hand takes the radioactivity count.
- It's waterproof, of course. - But of course.
Now, here's something I want you to use with special care.
- With special care. - Everything you give me...
Is treated with equal contempt. Yes, I know.
But that's an underwater camera. It takes eight pictures...
in rapid succession by pressing that button there.
- Is that clever? - If you can take pictures...
in the dark with an infrared film, yes.
Try to be a little less than your usual frivolous self, 007.
Here's a miniature Very pistol...
which fires a bright red flare, a distress signal.
You should keep it on you day and night.
I resent that remark.
Look, do you mind?
Now, in the event of a re-breather not being available...
you can use this device for short periods only, of course.
Say, about four minutes.
- Clever. - You'll only use it as a last resort.
It closes to a convenient pocket size.
Assuming one has a convenient pocket.
Now pay attention. A recently developed...
harmless radioactive device.
Harmless.
It sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
- What am I supposed to do with this? - Obviously, you...
swallow it.
Now?
Let's hope she'll still be lying in the same place tonight.
We'll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later.
Good idea.
Take her in.
A container will be dropped off the coast of Burma...
in the Megui Archipelago...
latitude 20 degrees north, longitude 60 degrees east...
at 20 hundred hours Greenwich mean time on May 27.
It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds between...
three and eight carats.
Total value to be not less than 100 million pounds...
present market price.
After we have recovered the container...
and verified its contents...
you will be notified on radio frequency 16.23 megacycles...
where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
Kenniston, you'd better get on to De Beers at once.
Yes, sir.
Well, gentlemen, unless those bombs are found...
I'm very much afraid we'll have to pay their price.
- Sir? - Oh, yes.
Signal from 007 in Nassau.
One or two things that might interest us.
The Disco Volante is still in the harbor, lying off the casino channel.
The catamaran is there too, so we can use it for cover.
That's fine. You can drop me in the water behind her.
- Any further news from London? - No.
Zero hour is still 20 hundred hours on the 27th.
- That's just 55 hours from now. - Yes. Shall we go?
- Okay, this will do here. - We'll meet back at Pinder's.
Good luck.
Turn the underwater lights on.
TV, closed-circuit!
Hand grenades.
Ready.
Down there.
There!
Hey, there's something there!
Look! Must have hit him with the propeller.
Let's get back and tell Largo.
- Can I have a lift? - Sure.
Thank you. You just about saved my life.
My outboard capsized, so I had to swim ashore.
How far do you go?
You better fasten your safety belt.
What's your name?
James Bond.
Fiona Volpe.
- Do you fly here often? - Do I make you nervous?
No, it's just that I have no desire...
to be capsized twice in one night.
At least you won't have to swim ashore.
Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?
No, I haven't. But this is the road to Nassau?
Yes, eventually.
- Well, this is as far as I go. - Me too. This is my hotel.
- What a coincidence. - Yes, so convenient.
You look pale. I hope I didn't frighten you.
You see, I've always been a nervous passenger.
Some men just don't like to be driven.
No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
Look at this.
An underwater hatch.
Yeah. So that's how they could leave and get back.
Yes, and nobody saw them. Obviously the whole operation...
was carried out underwater.
That's where we'll have to look for the plane. Come on.
I'll bring the prints to the hotel when they're dry.
Don't forget the Air Force searched the area 250 miles out of Nassau.
It must be beyond that radius.
That's if the Disco Volante was out that night.
Sure she was, but harbor control said for only six hours.
She couldn't cover 500 miles in that time, no.
About 90 miles is her limit for six hours, and that's out and back.