We have a mid-course deviation.
Target heading 036, 126 miles...
bearing 062, Havana VOR.
He's landing at Cray Cay.
- 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 with Nassau?
- We've got the green light. - Let's go!
Hey, Felix! Haven't you forgotten something?
Oh, James, explain to Della, will you?
No way. I'm coming with you.
Okay, 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.
We all make mistakes.
Your escapades are getting more creative.
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.
I want Sanchez alive!
Stay here, James.
- No Sanchez. - Damn!
Watch out!
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? - No. Take your hands off me.
Just go away.
- Sanchez! - Let's go!
Come on! Come on!
He'll be in Cuban airspace in 20 minutes.
He hasn't got away yet!
- What the hell are you doing? - Let's go fishing!
Forward. Forward.
Easy. Hold it.
Back up.
Forward now. Hold it!
Bring him in! Take the load!
- No. Please go home. I'm very... - They're here!
Let's go, James!
- Come along. - James!
- Your hat. - Thank you.
On the double! Move away from the door!
You're facing 139 felony counts, Sanchez.
Why, that's 936 years.
Even one of your famous million-dollar bribes can't get you out of this one.
Two.
What?
Two million, U.S.
A standing offer for anyone who springs me.
Goddamn it! Do 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.
Why, you...
Get ahold 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 around.
Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study.
We've got to cut this cake.
I'll do anything for a woman with a knife.
Thank you. Could you help me?
- Sorry. - No, no. We're finished.
- Pam, meet James. - Good-bye, Felix.
Strictly business, my friend.
Switch that thing off, Felix. You know you have a house full of guests.
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? - Not a chance.
He's killed, intimidated or bribed half the officials from here to Chile.
There's only one law down there. Sanchez' law.
Lead or silver.
Ed!
Double congratulations, old buddy.
You take your time on the honeymoon. Everything's okay.
You must be Bond, the guy who came along for the ride.
Ed Killifer.
We're taking Sanchez to Quantico this afternoon.
- Hey, stay and have a drink with us. - Can't. Gotta get back.
I just came by to kiss the bride.
Felix, time to cut the cake.
Hand me the picture of Della, quick.
She must be ready to kill me.
- I tied them myself. - What are these?
- Lures. - They'll keep you busy for a few days.
You're not going fishing on my honeymoon!
Thanks.
How many others are being held in there?
- Where are you taking him? - Why did you go to the Bahamas?
- Where are you taking him? - Mr. Sanchez, will you look this way?
Come on, get him inside.
What is your real nationality, Señor Sanchez?
Are you really Colombian?
- Have you been fairly treated? - One more picture, please!
Are you connected with any laboratories in South America?
- Why did you go to the Bahamas? - No more questions.
Do you expect to be vindicated, Mr. Sanchez?
Wait a minute.
- Okay, let's go. - We're moving out.
Excuse me, Liala. Just a minute.
- I have a surprise for you. - Really? Oh!
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? - Chopper, do you hear me?
- I want you to come down. - How deep is it there?
Call up an amphibian.
We have an accident. Code red...
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
Oh, James, I wanted you to have something.
You know the tradition.
The next one who catches this is the next one who...
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.
Ready to go? We got the batteries recharged on the sub.
It'll take you the 12-mile limit. A fast boat to Cuba.
- You'll be there for breakfast. - Relax. We'll wait for Dario.
Look, are you crazy? You got everybody looking for you.
What about Killifer? Having a cop here is nuts.
I want to 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 better understand, amigo.
Loyalty is more important to me than money.
Now get the cop.
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.
Hey, no fooling around with my girl.
You kidding? 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 mill is a hell of a chunk of dough.
Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez!
There are worse things than dying.
See you in hell!
No. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Thank you.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Thank you. Your passport, please.
- What's going on? - Some big drug dealer just escaped.
Will that be smoking or non-smoking...
Your ticket!
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, okay?
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 love to use 'em on informers.
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 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'll protect him.
- We can't even get an extradition. - There are other ways.
Let it go, Commander.
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 by the Regent's Park Zoo...
to arrange shipment of a charcharadon 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?
Yeah. Actually, it's for sale.
Look, I'm kind of busy. Maybe some other time.
Thank you. I look forward to seeing you again.
- Good-bye, Mr... - Good-bye.
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.
Hold it right there!
Do you mind if I get my hands out of here?
Yeah. Do it slowly.
Bon appetit!
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.
There's $2 million in that suitcase.
I'll split it with you.
You earned it. You keep it, old buddy.
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 have a few things to pick up. Be ready in an hour.
Yeah, okay.
Hey, Commander, you got a minute?
The local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night.
Turned up 500 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 D.A. Is screaming to know what happened.
You know, 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 judgement.
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, and I expect you to carry it out...
objectively and professionally.
Then you have my resignation, sir.
We're not a country club, 007.
Effective immediately, your license to kill is revoked...
and I require you to hand over your weapon...
now.
I need hardly remind you that you are still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
Then I guess it's...
a farewell to arms.
Don't shoot! 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've gotta put my organization 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.
He doesn't work that way.
You 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 phony beauty contest you won.
- Mr. Krest? - Yeah, what?
The Sentinel's picking up something large on the monitor, sir.
I think 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 okay. "
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 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've got everything useful out of her. That's it.
- Take her out and sink her. - Okay, 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!
Guy must've drowned, Mr. Krest.
Don't be so sure. Find him!
Come on, move it!
- Launch Sentinel. - Yes, sir.
Stand by to dive when I tell you.
Numbers one and two, dive!
I can see something reflecting over there.
Too much turbulence to be sure.
Loading completed, Mr. Krest.
- Bring Sentinel back in. - Yes, sir.
Bring Sentinel up!
There he is! Right there! Get him!
There!
Dive, damn it! Dive!
Right there! Dive!
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.
This is an unexpected pleasure.
- Where's Leiter? - Hospital. Intensive care.
Where you'll be if you don't get out of here fast.
Sanchez has Leiter's files. Your name is 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 to meet me.
- Would you like anything to drink? - Bud with a lime.
- Yeah, 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, you just hit the deck and stay there.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
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 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 $3.50. Do your friends want something?
Let me get it.
He's had enough. Run a tab.
- Okay. - How did you get here?
- By boat. - Where is it?
Back behind this wall.
Thanks.
Touché.
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.
- A bit higher would've been your head. - Look, I just saved your life!
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've picked. Leave it to the professionals.
Look, pal, I was an army pilot!
I have flown to the toughest hellholes in South America...
and I will not have you lecture me about professionalism!
Out of gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time.
They must have hit the fuel line.
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 want to 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 down there.
Just fly me in and leave. Fifty thousand.
It's not that easy. False flight plans, payoffs at Isthmus City Airport...
I can't do a job like that 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.
"U.S. Immigration has no reports of 007...
leaving the United States as of 1500 hours today. "
- Who authorized this? - I did, sir.
I thought you'd be worried about 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.
This is the master bedroom.
I hope everything is satisfactory, señor.
It's adequate.
I'd like a case of champagne. Bollinger R.D.
Certainly, señor. If I could ask you to sign the registration cards...
No, my executive secretary, Miss Kennedy, will take care of that.
Right here, please.
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 want to stay. - Too dangerous.
- Enough people have been killed already. - Don't talk to me about danger.
I won't be safe until Sanchez is dead.
Besides, you could use my help.
Well, if you're gonna 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.
I've come to make a small deposit.
I'm sure my people downstairs are quite 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 10 million a day...
which we ship through our bank to the U.S. Federal Reserve...
thus establishing credits which can be used for any legitimate investment.
See, someone has to help the gringos with their trade deficit.
Make out a deposit receipt for $4,900,000 for Señor Bond.
And, of course, there will be additional monthly deposits in the same amount.
Of course. Be assured we are experienced in handling accounts of this nature.
Let me pass.
- Señor Montelongo. - Yes?
I'm Ms. 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, $2 million. - No problem.
You have excellent collateral, and our chairman also owns the casino.
- Oh, a very convenient arrangement. - We have always thought so, señorita.
Thank you.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome.
This is a very special night for us.
We want you to know that only through your very 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 right now and make a pledge.
This is not for me. This is not for them. This is for all of us.
You okay, Renita?
I'm fine.
Krest called me from the boat with a story about somebody ripping him off.
Did you see anything happen when you were there?
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, Señor Bond.
Would you come this way, please?
Quarter of a million dollars.
And I'd like to raise the limits to 5,000 a box.
Put these volunteers behind me to work.
Dario will take you shopping tomorrow evening.
Spend a lot of money, have fun. Give me a kiss.
You want one too?
We can raise the price.
Twenty-two thousand per kilo this month.
I like that.
- Are you still there? - Yeah, this is Truman-Lodge.
Twenty-two thousand.
Our goal today is to raise...
$22,000 from each of our meditation chapters.
That's $22,000 each.
Go to your phones. Please help us.
Bless your hearts.
Let me have half a million.
Our wonderful Manhattan chapel has just made a special $500 pledge.
Five hundred kilos. L... I knew they'd go for it.
This guy cracks me up.
- Is Señor Sanchez there? - Yes, he's right here.
I got a British sucker who dropped a quarter of a million...
and he wants to play no limit.
- Which one? - Table two.
Plays like a real jerk-off.
He flew in on a private plane today, opened an account at the bank.
Five million dollars in cash.
Let him play.
Double down.
Split.
Listen to this... our Chicago chapel has just received...
a $ 1,000 donor pledge.
They all accepted the new price.
- Señor Sanchez? - Yes, he's right here.
Thank you, Chicago. Bless your hearts.
The British guy is a quarter of a million ahead.
Should I close the table?
- Tell Lupe to come in here. - Right.
You have good luck tonight.
You gonna share any of that money?
Would you get me a medium-dry vodka martini?
- Why do I... - Shaken.
Not stirred.
Cut?
- You're very professional. - I used to work here.
Am I going to win or lose?
Lose. But not much.
Vodka martini qué?
Shaken, not stirred.
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 big party for some Orientals tomorrow night.
And what did you tell him about the Wavekrest?
Nothing. Now go.
- Take me to him. - You loco? You'll get us both killed.
Buenas noches, señor. This way, please.
Send us a dollar. Send us 50 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 $ 100 pledge or more will receive...
a personally autographed copy of my book.
Lovely view.
It's a $49.95 value...
and you get it absolutely free.
Bond. James Bond.
Sit. Please.
We need your help. Bless your hearts.
Well-traveled 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.
What business is that?
I help people with problems.
Problem solver.
More of a problem eliminator.
- I know you're 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, uh...
Well, one has to show a special talent that people here don't have.
Well, that shouldn't be too difficult.