...was so ably pointed out by the secretary-general in his opening remarks.
But, and I must emphasize this point,
no formula can, or will, ever cover each case. For instance...
...when three or more applicants have been recognized,
which is in direct contradiction to...
Whose funeral is it?
Yours.
One more time again.
Not married, by any chance, are you?
Good morning, 007.
Good morning.
Insomnia, sir?
Instructions.
You haven't much time. I'll explain as you pack.
Pack, sir?
Three agents have been killed in the last 24 hours.
Dawes in New York, Hamilton in New Orleans and Baines in the Caribbean.
Baines. I rather liked Baines. We shared the same boot maker.
Coffee, sir?
I take it these killings are connected?
That's precisely what you're going to find out.
Baines was working on a Caribbean island called San Monique.
Dawes was in New York, keeping an eye on its prime minister, one Dr. Kananga.
Hamilton was on loan to the Americans in New Orleans.
Is that all it does?
By the way, congratulations.
The Italians were most impressed by your handling of the Rome affair.
Thank you, sir.
- Sugar? - Thanks.
The authorities were more than helpful.
There's one small complaint.
They seem to be missing one of their agents.
A Miss Caruso.
You wouldn't happen to know where she is?
Miss Moneypenny.
- Morning, Moneypenny. - Good morning, sir.
- It's only the hour that's indecent. - Really?
I've got your ticket to New York. Q has repaired your wristwatch.
- And some background on San Monique. - Thank you, Moneypenny.
I'm sure the overburdened British taxpayer will be fascinated to know
how the Special Ordnance Section disburses its funds.
In future, Commander, allow me to suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker
just down the street.
Good God.
Pulling out this button turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field,
powerful enough to deflect the path of a bullet at long range - or so Q claims.
I feel very tempted to test that theory right now.
If you don't mind, Commander, my spoon.
- Sorry, sir. - Thank you.
Dr. Kananga is at present in New York.
The CIA will be helping out with surveillance.
Your flight arrives at 11 .30 a.m. Now, where did I leave my coat?
Allow me.
Thank you. Come on, Miss Moneypenny.
- Morning, Bond. - Sir.
Miss Moneypenny.
- Thank you. - Goodbye, James.
Or should I say, "Ciao, bello"?
Siamo soli.
Finalmente.
Such a delicate touch.
Sheer magnetism, darling.
A man comes.
He travels quickly.
He has purpose.
He comes over water. He travels with others.
He will oppose. He brings violence and destruction.
Hello.
- Mr. Leiter for you, sir. - Thank you.
Hello, Felix. How are you?
Traffic permitting, I should be with you in half an hour.
Then you can buy me the best lunch in New York.
Hi, James. Your friend Kananga has just left the UN.
He's probably headed back to his embassy.
No, no, don't worry. The place is eyeballed, wired for sound - the works.
Right. I'll see you in a half-hour.
Easy, Charlie. Let's get there in one piece.
Charlie?
Right, stand by.
Here comes Kananga's limousine.
Out he gets, with the usual goon squad and the girl.
Time: 11 .46.
What is that?
Felix? You know I hate to trouble you, but I've run into a little bother.
You what?
Get me a make on a white pimpmobile.
3-4-7. Nelson David George.
It seems, Dr. Kananga, that the conference hasn't met your expectations.
We can only hope this is a temporary setback.
However, I do have some observations to make.
Take a letter, please.
To Secretary-General, Pan-Island Unity Conference.
Sir...
I wish to point out that...
Too many of our island neighbors
have once again let themselves be bullied by United States industry.
The story is an old one, the record a clear one.
Since my historic statement of principles
was delivered and acted upon some six months ago,
our economic outlook has improved dramatically.
By exercising our policy of friendship to all with favoritism towards none,
new respect for the entire area has been injected.
And even though...
James? That car is registered to a shop at 33 East 65th Street.
That's only a block away from here.
Right. Take your time, buddy. Kananga's knitting a flag in there.
It might be the easiest thing to do.
Something in heads?
Just browsing, thank you.
- Five dollars. - Could you giftwrap it for me, please?
Lengthwise, if you don't mind. Thank you.
...remains my first concern.
Thus San Monique's obligations to her island neighbors would seem clear.
Those who fawn and crawl in the face of intimidation
must perforce look up to those who stand, proudly,
wrapped in a justifiable self-confidence.
The time has come, painful as it may be,
to gaze out among our sister nations in the area and see if any stands...
He's tailing.
I got him in my sights.
- You know where you're goin', man? - Uptown, I believe.
Uptown? You headin' into Harlem, man.
Just keep tailing that jukebox and there's an extra 20 in it for you.
Man, for 20 bucks, I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout.
125th. You got a honky on your tail.
He's heading east.
Can't miss him. It's like following a cue ball.
That's the car. They must have gone inside.
Pull up where you can.
Sure hope you make friends easy. Right on, brother.
He's headin' on in.
Good afternoon. Bourbon and water, please.
The first booth will do.
Tell him neat, would you?
- No ice. - That's extra, man.
I'd like something on the side as well.
Information. Three men and a girl came in...
Relax, baby.
Mr. Big's gonna take care of you in a minute.
Black queen on the red king, Miss...?
- Solitaire. - My name's Bond.
James Bond.
I know who you are, what you are, and why you've come.
You have made a mistake. You will not succeed.
Rather a sweeping statement, considering we've never met.
The cards have followed you for me.
Now, you get ripped off in Detroit, baby, you yell out to me. D'you hear?
Is he armed?
You can't be too careful in New York City these days.
Funny how the least little thing amuses him.
Fascinating.
That's you, quite obviously. An amazing resemblance.
Tell me, am I in there as well?
Pick a card.
Turn it over.
You have found yourself.
I'm telling you, go out to LA and clean it up,
or I'm coming out there and clean you up. And I mean that.
Is this the stupid mother that tailed you?
There seems to be some mistake. My name...
Names is for tombstones, baby. Y'all take this honky out and waste him - now.
- "Waste him"? Is that a good thing? - The reading is over.
Nothing about my future?
Us?
Now, promise you'll stay right there. I shan't be long.
Thank you.
Keep your hands up, honky.
I'll blow his friggin' head off.
Drop it.
Now.
Harold Strutter, CIA. Where were you when I didn't need you?
It got obvious you weren't coming out front.
Not even with that clever disguise you were wearing.
A white face in Harlem. Good thinking, Bond.
Let's get outta here.
I'm surprised they didn't spot you.
There's a remarkable girl back there with a deck of cards.
I saw those cards on the way up. Spades, James. Every one.
You were nailed the minute you left 74.
Only one man can pull together that much black muscle in town: Mr. Big.
You name the business. They say he has a black concession.
What would a prime minister like Kananga want with an American gangster?
Question is, what would Mr. Big want with a two-bit island diplomat?
Mr. Big? Where the hell does he fit into this mess?
A genuine Felix lighter. Illuminating.
Listen.
Kananga's got a private plane and he's leaving for San Monique within the hour.
- Get me on the next available flight. - I already did.
I knew you wouldn't pass up a chance to get away from where the real action is.
The legendary Baron Samedi, folks.
That's Saturday, for those who speak French.
Voodoo god of cemeteries and chief of the legion of the dead.
The man who cannot die. But, for our purposes,
just a performer in a musical extravaganza we've cooked up
for you wonderful people.
Good evening. The name's Bond. I have a reservation.
Yes, Mr. Bond. Of course. Mrs. Bond's been expecting you.
- Mrs. Bond? - She arrived earlier this afternoon.
Said she preferred something a little more private. Bungalow 12.
An incurable romantic - Mrs. Bond.
Room service, please.
Room service? This is Mr. Bond. Bungalow 12.
I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please. Slightly chilled.
Two glasses. Thank you.
Anybody home?
Your champagne, sir.
- What was that? - Your champagne.
Put it on the table, thanks.
- Shall I open it? - What?
Shall I open it?
No, no. I can manage. Thank you.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
Mrs. Bond, I presume?
I'm Rosie Carver.
I guess I have a little explaining to do.
Yes, either you or...
dear Uncle Felix.
Custom 38, Smith & Wesson.
Corrugated three-inch stock, no serial number, standard CIA issue.
The question is: why point it at me?
The man who delivered your champagne is not a hotel waiter.
I was just trying to be careful.
As for Felix Leiter, you're right.
I've worked for CIA down here for some time now.
He called me you were coming and asked if I would help out if I could.
Perhaps you'd better start by getting your head together.
- There's a mirror in the bathroom. - Yes.
You're only my second mission, you know.
My first was Baines. The agent who was killed.
It's a relief to know I'm next in line for the same kind of aid.
- There's a... - A snake. I should have told you.
You should never go in there without a mongoose.
I should have never gotten into any of this. I'm going to be completely useless to you.
I'm sure we'll be able to lick you into shape.
Well, it's getting late, Mrs. Bond.
Tomorrow will be a busy day. Kananga is protecting something down here.
Something which Baines obviously discovered.
You're going to show me the spot where Baines' body was found.
That, I'm afraid, only leaves us tonight to catch up on old times.
Felix told me there'd be moments like this.
What did good old Felix suggest?
If all else failed, cyanide pills.
I settled for two bedrooms.
Good night, Mr. Bond.
Mrs. Bond.
It's just a hat, belonging to a small-headed man who lost a fight with a chicken.
It's a warning. Get it outta here.
Please.
Please don't leave me alone tonight.
James, please promise me.
All right, darling. If you insist, I promise.
Thank you.
Rosie.
Breakfast's up.
Rosie.
- Are you ready yet? - What?
I have to see about organizing a car.
I'll see you in the lobby.
Over here. Guarantee big fish. Catch big fish.
Baby. Over here.
Bring your man over here. Just $20. Have a date.
You got warm lady? We got cold beer over here, man.
You wanna catch a big fish, sir? It's only £2 over here.
Good morning.
Come on, Rosie. This one seems eager enough.
Excuse me. Where can I change?
Me, clothes off. Where?
Stop right there.
Turn around slowly.
Keep your hands up.
As I was saying, Quarrel, a lousy agent.
But the compensations speak for themselves.
Rosie Carver, meet the man who shares my hairbrush.
Quarrel Junior.
I'm really sorry. I could have shot you.
You might have even killed me if you'd taken off the safety catch.
Never mind, darling.
You just let us know when we get to the spot where Baines was killed.
It's up in the hills, just after we clear the next cove.
Quarrel. Who the hell lives up there?
That's the house of the Kananga woman.
She's supposed to have the power of the obeah.
No one on the island dare go up there except him.
He comes again.
There will be violence. He approaches even now.
- By land or water? - Water.
He has arrived.
Good. Rosie's been more efficient than I anticipated.
I know where we could rustle up a car.
Beautiful, brave, and now resourceful.
Rosie, you seem to be staging a remarkable comeback.
Tell me about the future.
Is it death?
I said, is it death?
It is death.
They're coming. Rosie knows what to do.
Now, I want no bodies this time. No trace.
It's down there.
But I thought you said Baines was killed up in the hills, darling.
Up in the hills, down there.
Why don't we have a bite of lunch and discuss it, hm?
There's an excellent pâté in the hamper.
I'm in no hurry. Are you?
No.
James.
You don't know what finding you has meant to me.
I can imagine.
And you've no idea what finding this has meant to me.
You do know what the Queen of Cups means in an upside-down position?
A deceitful, perverse woman. A liar, a cheat.
And I'd like some answers now.
Please...
You don't understand, sir. They'll kill me if I do.
And I'll kill you if you don't.
But you couldn't. You wouldn't. Not after what we've just done.
I certainly wouldn't have killed you before.
It used to be a convincing act, Rosie. It's wearing a little thin now.
It's not an act. It's...
Make your choice.
Rosie.
You will explain what went wrong.
I see the intervention of a woman.
The girl was about to confess. We had to kill her.
The trap was set.
Tee Hee was waiting.
And you saw death.
It must have been the girl's death.
If you do not ask specific questions,
I cannot be responsible for your misinterpretation of the answers.
These growing signs of impertinence begin to disturb me.
As they did with your mother before you.
She had the power and lost it. Became useless to me.
You will not make the same mistake, Solitaire.
Where is Bond now?
I cannot see when you are this way with me.
Things become unclear.
Let us hope these momentary lapses do not become a habit.
Your power exists to serve me, and it is mine to control.
If and when the time comes I decide you are to lose it, I myself will take it away.
Solitaire, go to sleep. You have made me angry and I have no wish to be.
Tee Hee...
Put down those cards.
It is a blasphemy.
They tell nothing to those who cannot see.
But they do. That's a bit of luck.
Good luck, for both of us.
The cards say we will be lovers.
You are mistaken.
It's impossible. Forbidden for me.
Now you must go.
But you do believe. I mean, really believe in the cards?
They have never lied to me.
Then they won't now.
Pick one.
You knew the answer before it was given.
Strangely enough, somehow, so did I.
So it's finally happened.
Just as it did to my mother and her mother before her.
Well, of course it did.
Well, you're visual proof of that, aren't you?
Come on, cheer up, darling.
There has to be a first time for everyone.
Now tell me, where's Kananga?
I cannot see.
- Oh, yes, the cards. I'll get them. - No.
There's no need to be frightened.
You'll soon be rid of him, I promise.
I promise.
I just need a little bit of information, that's all.
The power...
I've lost it.
The High Priestess is wife to the Prince no longer of this world.
The spiritual bridge to the secret church.
It was my fate.
By compelling me to earthly love,
the cards themselves have taken away my powers.
Darling, I've a small confession to make.
Now, try not to be too upset.
The deck was slightly stacked in my favor.
It makes no difference.
The physical violation cannot be undone.
When he finds out I've lost my power...
he'll kill me.
Now, come on. He'll have to find you first.
Lovers' lesson number one: we have no secrets.
For example, I have a boat waiting. You can be on it.
All I have to know before we leave is what goes on back there in voodoo land.
Three men and a girl have been killed in the last four days.
Not counting the times they tried to stop me
from discovering whatever Kananga's protecting.
- Do you want to be on that boat or not? - I simply read the cards for him.
I have never been there, and he's never taken me there.
I've never dared to go, but I've looked in the cards.
I've seen great riches there.
They'll kill you.
Us, darling.
They will kill us.
Lovers' lesson number two: togetherness. Till death do us part, or thereabouts.
Is there time before we leave for lesson number three?
Absolutely.
There's no sense in going off half-cocked.
- This way. - How can you be so sure?
The scarecrows are to scare people away. You're not scared, are you?
Lesson number four: follow the scarecrows.
- Good morning, boss. - Morning.
It's sure gonna be a beautiful day.
Yes, sir, a beautiful day.
They're heading for the hill.
They're here.
If he finds it, kill him.
Quick.
We've lost him. He has the girl.
They're somewhere under the nets.
At any cost - any - Bond must die.
Unit 2-5. We have picked them up.
Base to 2-5. Arrest Bond. But I repeat, the girl is not to be touched.
Message received and understood. Over and out.
Base to all units. I repeat, the girl is not to be touched.
Get out of the way.
Sweet mother of pearl.
All change.
Get down below, quickly. I'll do that. You get her started.
...disappeared in a bus.
James.
He'll be looking for me now. I know he'll never stop.
Come on, darling.
It's all over.
Voodoo land was just poppy fields. A simple matter of heroin smuggling.
I'll have a word with Felix, turn the case over to him, and you and I will be off.
By the way, where would you like to go?
Anywhere where we can find one of these.
- How quickly can we be in New Orleans? - Santa Mina's four hours away.
You could catch a flight and be there in the morning.
Get in touch with Felix. Tell him to meet me there tomorrow. Royal Orleans Hotel.
Tampa is closer.
Hamilton was killed in New Orleans, so there has to be a connection.
And this is a valuable piece of merchandise we're carrying.
Which, with any luck, they'll want back.
Royal Orleans Hotel, please.
Are you sure this is the way to New Orleans?
I don't know, but it sure beats the hell out of Harlem, don't it?
Well, hello, Jim. What's happenin', baby?
Just ease back now, Jim. Relax.
Mr. Big wants to see you.
You made a mistake back on that island, Bond.
You took something that didn't belong to you, from a friend of Mr. Big's.
That type of mistake is tough to bounce back from.
- But I've only just arrived. - You're going skydiving today, Jim.
There's a helluva view of the lake from 10,000 feet.
My only regret is I won't be there to see it.
Let's go.
- Good morning. You're... - Mrs. Bell.
You're not my instructor. Where's Mr. Bleeker?
Indisposed. I'll be giving the lesson.
- What's on for today? - Let's just wing it, shall we?