We have a midcourse deviation. Target heading 036, 126 miles,
bearing 062, Havana VOR.
He's landing at Cray Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement.
Roger sir. AWACS to 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.
Felix. Felix. Haven't you forgotten something?
James, explain to Della, will you?
- No way. I'm coming with you. - OK, but strictly as an observer.
- Sorry, Sharky. - Why me?
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.
Watch out.
Observer. You trying to get yourself killed?
If I don't get you back for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure.
- 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 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. Back up.
Forward now.
Hold it.
Bring him in. Take the load.
Let's go, James.
James. Your hat.
Thank you.
You're facin' 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. 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.
- 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.
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.
- Your guests are 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 shown up for years. - Couldn't you extradite him?
No, he's killed or bribed half the government officials from here to Chile.
There's only one law down there - Sanchez's law: Plomo o plata.
Lead or silver.
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. - 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. - Do you expect to be vindicated?
OK, let's go.
Would you excuse me?
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.
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.
James.
- Did I say something wrong? - He was married once, 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 sub recharged. It'll take you to the limit.
Fast boat to Cuba - you'll be there for breakfast.
- Relax. We'll wait for Dario. - Are you crazy?
Everybody's lookin' for you.
What about Killifer? Havin' a cop here is nuts.
I wanna deep six him.
I made a deal with him, 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. 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.
Está bien.
No foolin' around with my girl.
Are you kiddin'? After what you did to that guy?
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, hombre.
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.
- 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 knows what's in them.
- Find him. - He's out of our jurisdiction.
Plenty of countries 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.
Universal Exports. We're arranging 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.
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 kinda busy. Maybe some other time.
Thank you. I'll look forward to seeing you again.
- Goodbye, Mr... - Goodbye.
Mr. Krest will send the sub back in three hours to pick you up.
I'll 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 appétit.
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 two million dollars in that suitcase.
I'll split it with you.
You earned it. You keep it, old buddy.
God, what a terrible waste.
Of money.
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 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 DA is screaming to know what happened.
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. - 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.
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, 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're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
I guess it's...
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 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'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. - What are you so stuck-up for?
He fixed that phony beauty contest you won.
Mr. Krest.
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. 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. Right there. Get him.
There.
Dive, dammit. Dive.
Se ha caído.
Pick him up.
- All boats return to Wavekrest. - Aye aye, sir.
Here. Put her stern-in.
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 here for hours, waiting to see who showed up.
- 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 señorita 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 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. - OK.
- How did you get here? - By boat. It's right 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.
- Any higher, it'd have been your head. - I just saved your life back there.
Your ass would've been nailed to the wall.
- You saved my life? - Yes.
It's a tough business, 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.
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. 50,000. - It's not that easy.
False flight plans, payoffs at the airport. I need at least 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.
Sorry, sir.
"US Immigration has no reports of 007 leaving the US as of 1500 hours today."
- Who authorized this? - I did. 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.
The master bedroom.
- I hope everything is satisfactory. - 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 have been killed. - 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 be my executive secretary, you'd better look the part.
Here. Buy yourself some decent clothes.
What bank does Sanchez use?
The biggest one in town. Banco de Isthmus. He owns it.
Adelante.
Señor 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.
Someone has to help the gringos with their trade deficit.
Make out a deposit receipt for $4,900,000 for Señor Bond.
Sí, señor.
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 aquí.
Señor 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, señorita.
Thank you.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is a special night for us.
Only through your generous donations can our work 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 with a story about somebody ripping him off.
Did you see anything?
No, Franz. I stayed in my cabin most of the time.
- What's the matter? - 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. - Sí, señor.
Raise the limit to 5,000 a box.
Put these wonderful volunteers behind me to work.
Dario'll take you shopping 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. 22,000 per kilo this month.
I like that.
This is Truman-Lodge. 22,000.
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. - Sí, señor.
Listen to this. Our wonderful Manhattan chapel has made a special $500 pledge.
500 kilos. I...
- I knew they'd go for it. - This guy cracks me up.
- Is Señor 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.
He flew in in a 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 $1,000 donor pledge.
They all accepted the new price.
- Señor Sanchez? - Yes, he's right here.
Sí?
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 qué? - Shaken, not stirred.
Ah, sí.
- Looks like your luck has changed. - Is that why he sent you?