You're over-revving.
- Leroy, slow down, for Pete's sake. - Do what the man say.
I can't find the brake.
Close those doors.
Holy shit.
OK, Don. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Right.
Talk to you later. I've got to go and give a lesson.
Same time tomorrow, Mrs. Bell?
Yes, Mr. Bleeker. Yes, sir.
I know you just can't glue the wings back on.
Mr. Bleeker, I'm sure there's no reason for name-calling.
That's fine. Don't forget the double vents.
I appreciate that...
That'll do nicely. That's a bit frantic. I'll keep the others.
Any such suggestion should be put in writing to Washington.
- How is Mrs. Bell? - Intensive care, but she'll pull through.
Yes, sir. No one's questioning your patriotism.
I'm sure you're a veteran, sir.
Felix, find out if there's a Fillet Of Soul restaurant in town.
We're way ahead of you. It's on Docker Street. Strutter's watching it now.
Hell of a send-off. This way.
- Where's Strutter? - He's gotta be inside somewhere.
Two, gentlemen?
I got a nice booth over here, just against the wall.
Do you think you could find something a little closer to the stage?
- What's wrong with a booth? - I once had a nasty turn in a booth.
- Bourbon, no ice. - Two Sazeracs.
Where's your sense of adventure? This is New Orleans. Relax.
- One of you Felix Leiter? - Yeah, right here.
- Call for you. A guy called Strutter. - Thanks.
For a minute, I thought Harry was laying down on a job.
What happened to my...
- What happened to my friend? - Listen.
Thanks for droppin' in, baby. Yeah, you're one tough pig to nail down.
You've been picking at me like some kind of maggot.
First, you go up to Harlem and kill one of the brothers.
And that disturbed me.
Then you go and steal this valuable young lady from my good friend, Dr. Kananga.
Now, old Kananga, he believes in all that card crap.
I mean, he's mad.
Possession being nine points of the law, I'd say Kananga is your problem now.
Thank you.
In fact, if I were you, I'd watch my step from now on.
Yeah, well, you just let me handle our business with the man.
I got my own plans for you, baby.
But first, there's one little question that he wants answers for.
Then you'd better ship me back to the island and let him ask in person.
I'm not in the habit of giving answers to lackeys.
You damn lucky you got an ear left to hear the question with.
Which is: did you mess with that?
That's between Solitaire and myself and Kananga. I'll tell him when I see him.
You won't see sunlight unless you answer.
I'd no idea you were so frightened of him.
- Did you touch her? - When I see Kananga.
Right.
Quite revealing.
Kananga: poppy grower in thousands of acres of well-camouflaged fields,
protected by the voodoo threat of Baron Samedi.
Then there's Mr. Big, wholesaler through a chain of Fillet Of Soul restaurants.
Wholesale?
Sell heroin, for money?
My apologies. I'm sure you simply give it away.
Excellent, Mr. Bond.
That's precisely what I intend to do. Two tons of it, to be exact.
When entering into a competitive field, it is advisable to give away free samples.
Man or woman, black or white. I don't discriminate.
Two tons of heroin with a street value of over $1 billion, nationally distributed free?
That should make a certain group of families rather angry, wouldn't you say?
Angry?
Why, my dear Mr. Bond,
it'll positively drive them out of their minds.
- And subsequently out of the business. - Quite ingenious.
A sort of junkies' welfare system.
Merely until the number of addicts in the country has doubled, shall we say?
Then I will market that acreage you blundered into the other day.
That heroin will be very expensive indeed, leaving myself and the phone company
the only two going monopolies in this nation for years to come.
And here I thought it was Solitaire who did the fortune-telling.
Let's hope for both your sakes she still can.
The question still stands, Mr. Bond. Asked by the gentleman concerned.
Did you touch her?
Well, it's not the sort of question a gentleman answers.
Having set the example, I don't expect Miss Solitaire to be any less the lady.
By the way, that's a particularly handsome watch you're wearing.
- May I see it, please? - You'll forgive me if I don't get up.
Butterhook.
Tee Hee.
On the first wrong answer from Miss Solitaire,
you will snip the little finger of Mr. Bond's right hand.
Starting with the second wrong answer,
you will proceed to the more vital areas.
Solitaire, my dear, I want you to listen to me very carefully.
On the back of Mr. Bond's watch,
the registration number: 3-2-6- ...
6.
Do I speak the truth?
You speak the truth.
Well...
if nothing else, at least I've laid your fears to rest.
My compliments on a splendid operation. There is one thing, however...
Whisper, take him to the farm.
When do we start back?
Soon, Solitaire. Soon.
Solitaire, why?
I treated you well. You lacked for nothing.
I don't understand what you...
Mr. Bond's watch, my dear. I gave you every break possible.
You had a 50-50 chance. You weren't even close.
I had no choice.
Please believe me... The cards.
When the time came, I myself would have given you love.
You knew that.
There's only one proper way to deal with this...
and one proper time.
The tonnage order is nearly complete.
We move it out tonight.
And I mean tonight.
Mr. Bond.
How much do you know about crocodiles, Bond?
I've always tried to keep them at arm's length myself.
Cute little nippers, ain't they?
I don't suppose those potential overnight bags are orphans.
No, we have some moms and dads as well.
In fact, quite a few thousand.
This is the part I like best: feeding time.
I suspect, the highlight of the tour.
Some of these babies live to be 200 years old.
Look over there.
That's an alligator. You can always tell by its round nose.
There's old Albert. He's a croc.
Got careless with him some time back, and he took my whole arm off.
Well done, Albert.
They'll eat anything. Even each other.
Then again, sometimes they can go a whole year without eating.
I was counting on that.
There are two ways to disable a crocodile, you know.
I don't suppose you'd care to share that information with me?
One way is to jam a pencil into the depression hole behind his eyes.
- And the other? - The other's twice as simple.
You just put your hand in his mouth and pull his teeth out.
Fire.
Evans, get him.
Adam, in the car. Head him off. Hector, move, damn it.
Bond ripped off one of our boats. He's headed for the Irish Bayou.
The man that gets him stays alive. Now move, you mothers.
Toby.
Toby, I got me a regular Ben Hur down here.
Doin' 95, minimum.
- Need any help, JW? - Hell, no.
You got a set of wheels that just won't quit, boy.
If they's yours, that is. You spin around, boy.
Ten fingers on the fender.
Legs apart.
I'm sure this ain't exactly your debut at this sort of thing.
You picked the wrong parish to haul ass through, boy.
Nobody cuts and runs on Sheriff JW Pepper.
And that's him speakin' that, by the bye.
What the...?
Soon as you nail the offendin' vehicle, Miss Pearson just called.
Seems her dog's foamin' all at the mouth.
She's got him locked up in the shed
and wondered if you'd like to come over and shoot it for her.
You tell Miss Pearson to take a flyin'...
That look like a boat stuck in the sheriff's car there, Eddie?
Boy, where you been all your life? That there's one of them new car-boats.
By the powers invested in me by this parish,
I hereby do commandeer this vehicle and all those persons within.
And that means you, smartass.
Unit 23 in position. Ten-four, 23. Come in, 28.
Hey, JW. Seems like Deke Rogers' boat got stole off the river,
but he got a new one in his swimming pool.
- Sheriff, get your boys off our frequency. - Give me that.
Now you listen to me, trooper boy.
We got a swamp full of Black Russians drivin' boats to beat the band down here.
Relax, Sheriff. We've got a roadblock waiting for them at Miller's Bridge.
Unit 26 at Miller's Bridge. We're just about all set here.
Make that secure there. D'you hear?
OK, fellas. Here they come.
All right, out of my way. I'm in charge here.
You two boys, come on.
I want those two men and their boats apprehended immediately.
Yes, sir, Captain. I understand.
But I don't know where we're gonna find a boat fast enough to catch 'em.
Call my brother-in-law, Billy Bob. He's got the fastest boat on the whole damn river.
Billy Bob'll sure enough fix their ass. Yeah, call Billy Bob.
There's two boats, Billy Bob. They're movin' like buttered pigs.
Now, I promised these boys here you'd get 'em. Don't let me down.
Cool down, JW. I'm on my way.
- Want something, boy? - I'd like to borrow this boat, if I may.
Everybody on the river would like to borrow it.
Billy Bob, we've got 'em spotted. They're headed for Hayley's Landing.
That's my brother-in-law. That's Billy Bob.
He'll get 'em. Billy Bob'll get 'em.
Hot damn.
If one side of the Pepper family don't get 'em, the other side will. Let's go.
If any man can show just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together,
let him now speak, or else hereafter...
Suspects seen proceeding down by Liberty towards Highway 11.
Proceed with caution.
Would you get that chicken coop off the road?
Did you ever think of gettin' a driver's license, boy?
Are you sure that was your brother-in-law, Sheriff?
- Felix, what are you doing here? - We'll get to that later.
Kananga's in town. He's got your girl. They just took off.
There's the son of a bitch. I got him.
What are you? Some kind of doomsday machine, boy?
Well, we've got a cage strong enough to hold an animal like you here.
- Captain, enlighten the sheriff, please. - Yes, sir.
JW, let me have a word with you.
JW, now this fella's from London, England.
He's an Englishman workin' in cooperation with our boys.
- A sort of secret agent. - Secret agent?
On whose side?
We busted the Fillet of Soul an hour ago. We came up with nothing but these.
Kananga's clear. You should have seen the size of the guy on the boat with him.
Nine feet tall, big top hat, a cockamamie flute in one hand and Solitaire in the other.
The incendiary bombs are set for midnight.
Now, that gives you exactly 30 minutes.
Watch out for sharks on the way back.
- We'll see you for breakfast, Felix. - Good hunting.
You're going to need these and the shark gun on the way back.
Seems like the party's started.
My regards to Baron Samedi, man - right between the eyes.
Trouble.
Mr. Bond. There you are. And Miss Solitaire as well.
Hardly unexpected, but most welcome.
Whisper. Two more glasses for our guests.
- What shall we drink to, Mr. Bond? - How about an earthquake?
Welcome home. Where's our boy?
He'll be along any time now. I checked behind the rock and his wet suit is gone.
Keep the change.
Unfortunately, your wet suit was found minutes before the field was destroyed.
Don't tell me you're not insured?
The poppy is a very sturdy flower.
You have been a relatively minor nuisance, in fact.
But this gun, I find it particularly fascinating. What is it?
A shark gun, naturally. With compressed gas pellets.
Ingenious.
Don't pull the pin out. The air in here is foul enough already.
Somehow I never thought of you as a poor loser.
I was hoping you would join me to drink to the future.
Miss Solitaire used to know all about the future. Especially predicting death.
An underground monorail.
Connected to the last refuge of a scoundrel, no doubt.
The heroin leaves here, carried somewhere by that winch.
Correct again. What a quick study you are. Let me show you how it works.
- Where in hell can the man be? - He must have got tied up somewhere.
These cans hold 25 pounds each.
There are 20 cans to a shipment, packed in watertight...
metal containers.
It's your show, but isn't there a simpler way of drowning someone?
Drown, Mr. Bond? I doubt you'll get the chance to drown.
Perhaps we could try something on an even simpler vein.
On the contrary, Mr. Bond. I think you'll find those wounds quite fatal.
Whisper...
The gate.
Slowly, Whisper. Slowly, slowly. Let our diners assemble.
Look out.
- Where's Kananga? - He had an inflated opinion of himself.
James.
How do we get out of here?
We take the train, of course.
Thanks for everything, Felix. See you tomorrow night at the 21 Club.
Why travel this way? What can the two of you do on the train for 16 hours?
Say goodbye to Felix, darling.
The first thing to learn in gin rummy
is never take a card from the exposed pile unless you really need it.
Gin.
James. What are you doing?
Just testing an old adage. "Unlucky at cards..."
- Do hurry up, James. - Won't be a moment, darling.
Lock the door as well on your way up, would you, James?
After all, we wouldn't want anyone to just walk in on us, would we?
For the first time in my life, I feel like a complete woman.
The slightest touch of your hand...
I was always so afraid that a part of me would stay with the past.
But now I know there's no chance of that any longer.
To be able to reach out and touch you...
Mr. Bond. It's good to see you again.
Well, that wasn't very funny.
Now what are you doing?
Just being disarming, darling.