That's it. 100 honors, and 90 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.
Right.
Must you break off at this time every evening?
My managing director has a call put through to me every day about this time.
Hurry back.
20 minutes. And don't try doctoring any hands for me.
Same again.
Bless you, master.
- Hurry, man. - Get away, quick.
W6N, 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. Over.
Foreman of signals - urgent.
Get me the MI6 radio security control.
What is it?
W6N Kingston, Jamaica - broken contact just after they came up on transmission.
- Broken or faded? - Broken. We still have the carrier wave.
- On both emergency frequencies? - No joy on either. I'm still calling.
Let me know as soon as they come up.
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, sir. Are you a member? - No, I'm looking for Mr. James Bond.
- What name should I say? - Just give him my card.
Would you like to leave your coat over there?
The house will cover the difference?
- I need another thousand. - I admire your courage, Miss...?
Trench... Sylvia Trench.
I admire your luck, Mr...?
Bond... James Bond.
Mr. Bond, I suppose you wouldn't 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.
André, I must pass the shoe.
I hope you'll forgive me, but it's most important.
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?
And 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.
- You never take me to dinner. Period. - I would, you know.
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 the last three hours.
- In you go. - Don't forget to write.
Good evening, sir.
It happens to be 3 a.m. When do you sleep, 007?
Never on the firm's time, sir.
Sit down.
Jamaica went off the air, in the middle of the opening procedure.
We've checked up and Strangways has disappeared.
So has his secretary. We'd only just sent her out there.
Was Strangways on something special?
An inquiry from the Americans.
There is massive interference with their Cape Canaveral rockets.
They think it comes from the Jamaica area.
- Does "toppling" mean anything to you? - A little.
Throwing the controls of a guided missile off balance with a radio beam.
Five million dollars' worth of missile aimed at a spot in the South Atlantic
and finishing up in the Brazilian jungle is bad enough.
But now they're gonna try orbiting a rocket round the moon.
The American CIA sent a man down to work with Strangways.
A fellow by the name of Leiter.
I've heard of him, but never met him. Has he found out anything important?
You'd better ask him. You're on the 7 o'clock plane to Kingston.
That gives you exactly three hours 22 minutes.
Armorer.
You'll get the background papers at the airport, in a self-destructor 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.
This damn Beretta again. I've told you about this before.
You tell him, for the last time.
Nice and light, in a lady's handbag.
- No stopping power. - Any comments, 007?
I disagree. I've used a Beretta for ten years and never missed with it yet.
But it jammed on your last job and you spent six months in hospital.
A double-O number means you're licensed to kill, not get killed.
Since I've been head of MI7, there's been a 40% drop in double-O casualties.
I want it to stay that way. You'll carry the Walther.
Unless you'd 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: 7.65 mil with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window.
Takes a Brausch silencer with little reduction in muzzle velocity.
- The CIA swear by them. - Thank you, Major Boothroyd.
Thank you, sir.
- Any questions, 007? - No, sir.
- All right. Best of luck. - Thank you, sir.
- 007. - Sir?
Just leave the Beretta.
Miss Moneypenny, forget the usual repartee. 007's in a hurry.
Ciao.
Good luck.
There. Now you made me miss it.
You don't miss a thing. How did you get in here?
I decided to accept your invitation.
That was for tomorrow afternoon.
Do you always dress this way for golf?
I changed into something more comfortable. I hope I did the right thing.
You did the right thing, but you picked the wrong moment.
- I have to 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 Kingston, Jamaica.
Taxi.
- All right, then. Go ahead. - Help yourself.
- Taxi. - Mr. Bond, sir?
Yes?
I'm Mr. Jones, chauffeur from Government House.
That's fine. We can drop my luggage off on the way.
- I want to check my reservation. - I can do that.
No, 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, Mr. Bond.
Yes, your head office alerted us this morning.
- Are you free for lunch at one o'clock? - That'll suit me fine.
- By the way, have you sent a car for me? - Car? I didn't think you wanted one.
Quite right. One o'clock, then.
Forgive me if I'm a few minutes late.
- Where to first? - Government House, but there's no hurry.
Just take me for a ride.
Do 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 turning on the right.
Now, Mr. Jones. Talk fast, before your friend doubles back.
Who are you working for?
I don't know what you're talking about. I was just sent to meet you at the airport.
- But by whom? - By...
- Government House. - I don't think so.
Both hands on the wheel. I'm a very 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 for us?
The car was stolen and we haven't been able to identify the driver yet.
But he surely wasn't a Kingston man.
- Well, news of my arrival leaked. - We didn't advertise it, I can assure you.
Perhaps not. I got the impression someone had been selling tickets.
Anything more we can do for you?
I want to meet the last people to see Strangways.
Nobody seems to have seen him after he left our bridge four.
- Who were the others? - Professor Dent...
Metallurgist, runs a test laboratory. Respected. Clean bill.
- Potter... - Old general. Been here for ages.
- We'll start with those. - Want them brought in?
- Lord, no. I want to meet them socially. - I can introduce you at the club.
- I'd like to see Strangways' place. - I'll run you up there now.
Go on in.
That's her blood patch.
- They've grouped it as O Rh positive. - That's her group, all right.
The set was still switched on when we came round.
We tried to get through, but it was dead the other end.
And it'll stay dead. All frequencies are changed immediately security's broken.
Receipt from Dent Laboratories.
- Geology a hobby of Strangways? - Not that I know of, no.
Who's the man with Strangways?
- One of the local fishermen. - He drove the car that tailed me.
Is that so? That gives us something to work on. I'll have him checked.
You do that. I want to change before I meet Pleydell-Smith at the club.
One medium-dry vodka martini. Mixed like you said, and not stirred.
- Anything else, sir? - No, that's all.
Curious, old Strangways just vanishing like that.
Or is it? Cherchez la femme. His secretary was very nice indeed.
- Did you know her? - I've seen her around.
None of you can 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.
He got the fishing bug three weeks ago. He's been out practically every day since.
It must have cost him something.
These fishermen ask the earth to charter, and Quarrel's the most expensive of all.
- Quarrel? - A Cayman Islander.
- He keeps a boat in the harbor. - I see.
Thank you.
Excuse me. Where do I find Quarrel?
He him.
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.
Where did you take him in your boat?
You see that, captain? That there's the Caribbean.
That's where. Fishing.
I'm interested in fishing. I'd like to charter your boat.
It's not for hire.
Seems I came to the wrong address.
That's all right.
If you'll excuse me, I got business to attend to.
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.
- Hey, man! You see we get some privacy. - Nothing but, Quarrel.
- Take a seat. - I'm fine.
OK, mister. Supposin' you start the conversation.
How's about it?
Ain't no use you struggling. Pussfeller wrestles alligators.
Right! Up slowly and face that wall.
Hold it.
Gently, bud, gently. Let's not get excited.
Frisk him.
Nothing.
Interesting. Where were you measured for this?
My tailor, Savile Row.
Is 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?
When I saw you leave the airport with the opposition, I figured I must be wrong.
This is Quarrel.
- No hard feelings, I hope? - Only a sore hand. Glad to know you.
- Pussfeller owns the place. - I hope he cooks better than he fights.
Nobody died from my cooking - yet.
There you are. Cape Canaveral is screaming.
They don't want anything to go wrong with this moon rocket launch.
Yet Strangways didn't think the interference came from here?
- I suppose you cased the joint? - I checked unofficially.
You limeys can be touchy about trespassing.
Strangways and Quarrel checked the islands.
You found nothing? Where did you look?
Just about everywhere. Fire Island, Crab Key, Morgan's Reef.
- Checked them all thoroughly? - All except Crab Key. We had no right.
- Why not? - It belongs to a Chinese...
Get her, Quarrel, and the camera.
Evening, missis.
You're hurting.
The 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 at all?
Because that's the way I earn my living.
Who pays you?
The Daily Gleaner.
Pussfeller. Pussfeller.
- Anything I can do? - Ever seen this girl before?
She come here sometimes. You want for me to get rid of her?
No. Just ring the Gleaner. 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. You 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 had her arm broken. Neither would talk.
- Who puts that sort of scare into people? - I think maybe we'd better find out fast.
You were talking about Crab Key? Why can't we go there?
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 CH radar setup.
- There's nothing illegal about that. - Crab Key scares me plenty.
Friends of mine went out there once after seashells.
Only trouble, they never came back again.
The local fishermen won't go near it.
Strangways and me, we slip in at night.
He take some samples, we came straight back. Don't do 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?
James Bond. We met yesterday at the club.
Very well. He's somewhere in the lab.
Is Professor Dent there?
Oh, never mind.
Morning, Professor.
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 some samples in for testing, convinced they were valuable.
Were they?
Of course not. Just low-grade iron pyrites.
- Can I see them? - I threw 'em away.
- Do you know where he found them? - No, he didn't say.
- Crab Key, perhaps? - Definitely not.
- Why so certain? - Not geologically possible.
Thank you, Professor. It's very kind of you to spare me your time.
You're very welcome, Mr. Bond.
Professor...
Allow me.
Morning.
- I have to get to Crab Key. - You know the procedure.
There's no time for that. I'll take responsibility.
- Man, 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.
Yes, 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 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.
Do 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 has been delivered. It's in number five parking lot.
- Thank you. Good night. - Good night, Mr. Bond.
- Morning, Pleydell-Smith. - Bond.
Sorry to trouble you so early. I need all you have on Dr. No and Crab Key.
Miss Taro, bring me the files on Dr. No.
- What do you know about this island? - Not much, except there's a bauxite mine.
Dr. No runs it like a concentration camp.
I've heard rumors, but no one's complained officially.
- Miss Taro, just leave them here. - 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.
By the way, that came for you from London, in the diplomatic pouch.
A present from home.
Can I get out that way?
That's a naughty 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. It's not very important anyhow.
I'd hate to think you were spending all afternoon looking for them.
No. I have the afternoon off.
There's a coincidence. So have I. Why don't you show me round the island?
What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?
You should say yes.
I should say maybe.
Three o'clock at my hotel... maybe?
- Yes, maybe. - Good.
The luminous dial activates it. Hold this.
Where exactly did Strangways place those samples?
- About where your feet is, sir. - Good.
- Hi, there. - Hi.
- 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.
Quarrel, how soon can you get us over to Crab Key?
Well, it's like this here, captain.
Strangways, he done take samples of all the islands.
- We could check the nearest ones first. - No. It's Crab Key I'm interested in.
I done take the commander there. We got away without trouble.
It don't do for a man to tempt providence too often.
- You see, there's a dragon. - What?
Native superstition. Started by Dr. No, probably.
All right, Quarrel. We won't force you.
Leiter and I will go after dark, if you'll give us directions.
I gets my navigational directions from my nose, my ears - my instincts.
Anyway, I'll be here about seven.
Fine.
Mr. Bond, there's a telephone message for you.
Johnny, what have you done with it?
Hello?
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 the Port Royal road out of Kingston,
then along the Windward Road, until you get to the cement factory.
Then you turn left.
Follow the road up the hill, down the other side,
then two miles further on, on the left,
Magenta Drive 239.
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 just go and 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.
Right. I'll try and keep him here for a couple of hours.
I'll have to go now. 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's 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. - 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. - Damn thing wouldn't start.
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? - Book her, Superintendent, will you?
And...
be careful of her nail varnish.