- The coffin has your initials: JB. - At this moment, rather him than me.
At least you've been saved the effort of removing him.
Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep.
You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.
I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
Is there anything else our French station can do for Monsieur Bond?
Later, perhaps.
As I said, later. Come on.
Madame.
I've come to offer my sincere condolences.
My dear Colonel Bouvar, you shouldn't have opened that car door by yourself.
Ouvrez! Ouvrez!
Viens! Il est là!
- No man should be without one. - Yes, very practical.
Get inside.
Hurry!
No parking here.
Pardon, Monsieur Largo.
The Brotherhood for Assistance of Stateless Persons is purely philanthropic.
We're only interested in your rehabilitation.
We have arranged for visas with the Brazilian Consulate. The brotherhood...
- Good morning, Mr. Largo. - Good morning.
- Nice to have you back again. - Thank you.
- We pay back everything. - No need.
We have certain funds from private individuals who share our aim.
There are just one or two formalities...
Sit down, Number Two. We will discuss your NATO project later.
I regret to inform you all of the death of SPECTER Number Six.
Colonel Jacques Bouvar was killed by an unknown assassin.
His services will be greatly missed.
We will now proceed with the area financial reports. Number Seven?
Blackmail of the double agent Matsou Fujiwa.
Unfortunately, only 40 million yen.
- All the man had. - Number Ten?
Assassination of Perringe, the anti-matter specialist who went over to the Russians.
Three million francs from the Quai d'Orsay.
Number Five.
Our consultation fee for the British train robbery: £250,000.
Number Eleven.
Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States: $2,300,000.
- Collected by Number Nine and myself. - Two million, three?
Our expectations were considerably higher, Number Eleven.
Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
I anticipated that factor.
Are you sure all monies have been accounted for
by yourself and Number Nine?
- To the penny, Number One. - On the contrary.
I have satisfied myself that one of you is clearly guilty of embezzlement.
SPECTER is a fraternity whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of members.
The culprit is known to me. I have decided on the appropriate action.
Let us now proceed with new business.
We will hear from Number Two, who is in charge of our NATO project,
the most ambitious SPECTER has ever undertaken.
Your report, Number Two.
Thank you, Number One.
Our intention is to demand a ransom from the North Atlantic Treaty powers
of $280 million, £100 million.
I have sent SPECTER agent Count Lippe to the South of England,
where he is making the necessary preparations.
He is at a health clinic conveniently located near the NATO air base.
Pat? I'll see you when I've had a shower.
I'll soon be finished. Mr. Bond, Count Lippe.
You're not taking her away already? She's the only joy in this dreary place.
I see you've discovered that, too.
- In about half an hour, Pat. - I'll be ready.
I've heard that before.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
A poker, in the hands of a widow.
I'm surprised. I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
- A red square with a spike through it. - Yes, I think it's a tong sign.
The Red Dragon from Macao. Ask Records to verify it.
Sorry, sweetie. You're off duty. File it till you get back.
Moneypenny, next time I see you I'll put you across my knee.
On yogurt and lemon juice? I can hardly wait.
- Come on, Pat. We're behind schedule. - Coming.
I can't hear you, James. Have you fainted?
You're late, Mr. Bond.
Me?
Well, I'd never have recognized myself.
- Do I seem healthy? - Too healthy by far.
Take off your bathrobe, please.
- You never say that as if you meant it. - Arms above your head, please.
Behave yourself, Mr. Bond.
I can see there's only one place to keep you quiet.
- And what's this? - A traction table for stretching the spine.
- Some patients call it "the rack". - I'm not surprised.
Get on.
- Where's the kick-starter? - Stop fooling around. Face down, please.
By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
I really don't know too much about him. A Mr. Angelo.
He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash.
There now. First time I've felt really safe all day.
I'll look in and see how you're doing in 15 minutes.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
Come back.
Help. Help.
Mr. Bond. Mr. Bond.
Thank God.
Thank God. You could have been killed.
I must be six inches taller.
You poor dear. I can't think how it could have happened.
I can tell you, it's a miracle I came back when I did.
I can only think that you must have pushed the switch accidentally.
You'd better come with me.
Spend a few minutes in the steam room. It'll help to relax you.
- Yes... - It might even shrink you back to size.
Somebody's going to wish today had never happened.
You wouldn't tell Dr. Wain? Please. I'd lose my job.
Well, I suppose my silence could have a price.
You don't mean...?
- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.
See you later, alligator.
- What are you doing? - Don't worry. I'll tell the chef.
Let me out of this bloody machine. Help.
Help.
Mink.
It reduces the tensions.
Not mine.
- Major Derval's social secretary. - I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo.
- What's that? - Mr. Angelo.
I'm sorry. You got the wrong number.
You'd be more comfortable if you took off...
- Yes? - Major Derval?
- Yes. - Your car is waiting.
I'll be down right away. Thank you.
My car's here. Duty calls. The story of my life.
You'll be late at the air base. Besides, it will give you time to cool off.
You'll be here when I come back?
But I may not be in the mood then.
- Do you want to bet? - You know your François, hm?
- I know me. - All right, all right.
- I told him I'd be down. - Your coat, sir?
- Happy landing. - Thank you.
Be good, at least until I get back.
Ciao.
- Nobody saw us. The corridor is empty. - Shut that door.
He's dead. Lippe, take over. Are the doctor and ambulance outside?
- Everything, as arranged. - Angelo.
Your breathing equipment.
Isolates you from the oxygen supply.
Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you just used.
And most important...
Not enough. $100,000 is not enough.
- What are you trying to say? - I changed my mind.
Two years of my life, studying the film, the reports,
plastic operations, voice lessons.
Make it a quarter of a million or get someone else.
- There is no-one else. - Exactly. I am Derval.
Put that away. Angelo is right.
I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement.
This is merely a down payment.
All right, but against quarter of a million.
Agreed.
His watch. Identification disc.
- Au revoir. - No, no. He always says ciao.
- Ciao. - And the cap is too far back on your head.
The rest of my money, just have it ready.
Come on. Get him into his pyjamas.
Sir. Identity, please, sir.
Thank you, sir.
This is a normal training sortie.
You'll be accompanied by a NATO representative, Commandant Derval.
Major Derval of NATO.
It's a routine flight. You'll be flying a Vulcan at 45,000 feet,
armed with two atomic bombs, MOS type.
Fuses as usual in the white security box.
Those damned aeroplanes.
They're enough to drive you mad.
Unless, of course, it's that mink glove of yours.
I'll shut out the noise.
James? James, where are you going?
Nowhere. I thought I'd take a little exercise.
You must be joking.
Come on.
Quiet.
Windsor Police. Can I help you?
County Police here. Hello? Hello?
- What's happening? What's going on? - Could it be the front door bell?
- No, it most certainly could not. - Hello.
Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
It's funny you should say that.
Point of return: 45 minutes, 30 seconds.
- Switch from manual to auto. - Right. Set on automatic.
Commandant? Like to change places with the co-pilot? Better view up here.
I'd be delighted to.
RAFJET Kilo Kilo Tango 56.
This is Southern Radar. You are now under positive radar control.
This is avoiding action. Turn onto a heading of 0.92 degrees...
Request you report your position.
RAFJET Mike Bravo X-ray.
Request you report your position. This is the bomber controller to RAFJET.
Mike Bravo X-ray 79.
Over.
Report your position. Report your position.
Take this.
- What's the flap, Dawson? - OBNR, sir. NATO training flight.
Air traffic lost it on radar and we can't pick it up.
- Was she losing altitude? - Yes, rapidly.
We can't scan below 300 feet. She may have gone down.
- Was she in trouble? - Not according to the last report.
- She is armed, isn't she? - Two atomic weapons, sir. MOS type.
Do a thorough search.
Notify the Admiralty at once - top priority. Ask them to contact Washington.
- Is there anything else in sight? - No, all clear.
Switch on the underwater landing lights.
- Open the underwater hatch. - Open underwater hatch.
- Stand by to winch in the submarine! - Man the winches!
- Give these bomb fuses to Mr. Kutze. - Right, sir.
Get the submarine up quickly, and the bombs loaded.
And you, Kutze. Are you pleased with your new toys?
Some new safety device. A secret control.
What can they have that the great Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?
Life was much simpler in my Warsaw laboratory.
Your share will amount to how many Nobel prizes?
Bomb forward.
More, more, more. Hold it.
Paris, sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Number Two speaking. Phase two completed.
Number Two has done well, unlike Count Lippe,
whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardized the success of our project.
Send a message to the Execution Branch.
You will write, or telephone?
Day by day. I'm sorry to dash off. There's been a bit of a flap at the office.
- What kind of work do you do, anyway? - I travel.
A sort of a licensed trouble-shooter.
Mr. Angelo. Heart attack last night.
I'm not surprised.
- Keep in touch. - Any time, James. Any place.
Another time, another place.
You are late.
Some people on the roads really burn you up.
In the conference room. Something big. Every 00 man in Europe's been rushed in.
- And the home secretary, too. - His wife's probably lost her dog.
Well, now that we're all here...
The prime minister has asked the home secretary to represent him here today.
The home secretary.
Gentlemen, the tape you are about to hear was received at 10 Downing Street today.
My dear Prime Minister.
Two atomic bombs, numbers 456 and 457,
which were aboard NATO flight 759, are now in the possession of SPECTER.
Unless within the next seven days your government pays to us
£100 million sterling, in a manner to be designated by us,
we shall destroy a major city in England or the United States of America.
Please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging
for Big Ben to strike seven times at 6 p.m. tomorrow.
The prime minister and the president have talked together over the hotline
and have agreed that, unless the bombs are recovered,
payment will have to be made.
To avoid general panic, complete secrecy will be maintained,
and no press announcements.
The prime minister asks that your department take charge of the operation.
Thank you, sir. Sir John.
This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan.
Extensive search has failed to locate any evidence of a crash or landing.
Worldwide reports proved negative on all airfields big enough to handle the Vulcan.
- That's all we have, sir. - Thank you, Sir John.
Well, I'll leave you to carry on.
- We'll keep you in touch from Number 10. - Thank you, sir.
You may now open the folders in front of you.
Code name: Thunderball.
As you can see, we've very little to go on.
All the members of the crew had top security clearance.
You'll find their photographs and service records in your files.
You'll be working with NATO, CIA, and all allied intelligence units.
That's all, until you discuss your individual assignments with me.
I've assigned you to Station C, Canada. Captain Pritchard will be your liaison.
Sir, I respectfully suggest that you assign me to Nassau.
Is there any other reason besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
Perhaps this, sir.
Well?
There was a photograph of that man in your dossier.
His name is Derval.
I saw him last night at Shrublands, but he was dead.
Not possible. He was seen boarding the Vulcan. Took off last night.
If 007 says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead,
that's enough for me to initiate enquiries.
Of course.
- Who is this girl? - Derval's sister, sir.
- Do you know where she is? - Nassau.
Do you think she's worth going after?
- I wouldn't have put it quite that way. - You've only got four days.
- Don't spend your time sitting around. - No, sir. I won't.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Smashing figure. I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request.
- Was ever a man more misunderstood? - You can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You may be able to con the old man, but I know better. I could...
So do I, Miss Moneypenny.
And I'll thank you not to refer to me as "the old man".
I think I had a hat when I came in.
James...
How else will you recognize her?
Couldn't miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
- Thank you, Mr...? - James Bond.
I arrived soon after you went down. I've been admiring your form.
Have you now? Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Most girls just paddle around. You swim like a man.
So do you.
I've had quite a bit of practice. Do you come here often?
Whenever I'm bored. Practically every day.
- What else do you do, and where? - You don't waste time, do you?
- No. - For effort.
Thank you. I'll wear it, so you'll know me next time.
I was right. Couldn't miss.
- I'm not with you. - You soon will be.
- Paula. Give me a hand, will you? - Get in.
Tell London I made contact with the girl.
It's not what I'd call contact, but I'll pass it through you've seen the girl.
Keep trying.
It won't start.
Our motor's conked out. Are you going near Coral Harbor?
I wasn't, but I could.
I've a very important appointment there.
Come aboard.
- You don't mind taking the service boat? - Not at all.
Hurry up.
- Perhaps we could lunch by the pool. - How about your appointment?
- How long have you been out here? - About three weeks.
- Don't you ever stop asking questions? - All right, change of tack.
- Have some of my conch chowder. - You've been reading the wrong books.
- About conch chowder? - Being an aphrodisiac.
It just so happens that I like conch chowder.
- Friend of yours? - Works for my guardian.
- Your guardian has you watched? - He likes to know where I am.
I don't blame him.
- Will you excuse me? - You're not going so soon?
I'm afraid so. My guardian's yacht.
- Really? - He'll be expecting me.
- May I come, meet your guardian? - No.
- Will I see you again? - It's a small island.
- Perhaps we can have dinner. - No.
- My dear, uncooperative Domino. - How do you know that?
How do you know my friends call me Domino?
It's on the bracelet on your ankle.
What sharp little eyes you've got.
Wait till you get to my teeth.
Bye, then. See you tomorrow on the beach.
- £500, please. - Certainement, monsieur.
Thanks.
Sorry.
- There. - Thank you.
Rien ne va plus. Les jeux sont faits.
- 200. - Deux cents livres banco.
Banco.
Carte.
- Eight. - Huit à la banque.
Someone has to lose.
Yes, I thought I saw a specter at your shoulder.
What do you mean?
The specter of defeat. That your luck was due to change.
We'll soon find out. Any objection to raise the limit, say £500?
- Too big for me. - Count me out, too.
Perhaps you'd like to take the shoe. My friend won't mind, Mr...?
- Bond. - Oh, yes. Mr. Bond.
One of my associates spoke about you.
Nothing bad, I hope.
- Un banco de cinq cents livres. - It's your specter against mine.
You wish to put the evil eye on me, hm?
We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
Well, you may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
- No. - Non?
- Seven. - Six.
- Suivi. - Banco suivi.
- Eight. - Huit à la banque.
- Nine. - Neuf à la banque.
You seem to be unbeatable, Mr. Bond.
This sort of thing can't last.
- Emilio, you promised me a drink. - Soon, my dear.
- I want to get my money back first. - May I be allowed to buy the lady a drink?
- I would appreciate that. Thank you. - Then I must pass the shoe.
La main passe.
Banco.
He'll be impossible if his luck doesn't change.
Somehow I don't think it will tonight.
Beluga caviar, Dom Perignon '55.
- Monsieur. - Thank you.
I understand you're Mr. Largo's niece.
It sounds better than... What would you say? Mistress? Kept woman?
I wouldn't say that. Where did you meet him?
In Capri. I was there with my brother François.
Strange. I found Emilio attractive then.
- Does he live aboard the yacht? - No. He has a house on the island.
- Must we talk about him? - No.
- I'd much rather dance. - So would I.
- Where is your brother now? - In England.
He's a commandant with NATO. He's a wonderful person.
The trouble is, I never meet anyone like him.
Only men like Largo and myself.
- You are not like Largo. - Really?
Why do you say that?
The way you hold me.
There.
- How long are you staying in Nassau? - We are going the day after tomorrow.
As I said, we haven't got very much time.
Emilio wants to leave.
Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
I hoped you'd not be so obvious.
When one has little time, one has to be obvious.
- You know where you can find me. - Mr. Bond.
Your niece is an excellent dancer.
Let me prove I'm as good a loser as you are a winner.
Come to lunch on Sunday at Palmyra, my house here.
- Sunday at noon, then. - My dear.
- Good night. - Good night.
You must tell me what Mr. Bond had to say, word for word.
- He talked about you, a little. - What was he saying just then?
- He asked if we'd sleep aboard tonight. - Interesting.
- My key. It's 304, please. - Thank you. 304.
- I'm sorry, no mail. - Thank you.
Paula?
Well, hello, 00...
That's a fine way to treat the CIA.
Sorry about that, Felix, but you were just about to say 007.
Here.
- Have you killed him? - You know me better than that.
There you go, smiler.
Have you seen everything you came to see? Go back to your friends and report.
Tell them: the little fish I throw back into the sea.
- Give it to him. - You're going to shoot me in the back?
The gun, I mean.
Now move.
- Who was he? - A small fish, working for a Mr. Largo.
He's got a yacht we should take a look at, later.
- Quist, to see Mr. Largo. - Open up.
Yes?
It's Quist.
Gently, my friend. Gently.
- What did you find? - Nothing.
- You saw Bond? - Yes, I saw him.
What happened?
You let him get the better of you.
No. He was a beast.
No. No.
No.
- Hey there. Did you finally make contact? - You're late.
- Felix Leiter, Pinder, our man here. - How do you do?
This way, gentlemen.
- Who's the girl? - Paula Kaplan, my assistant here.
Here is a special announcement from the Overseas Service of the BBC.
Big Ben struck seven times at six o'clock this evening
due to a mechanical failure which last occurred during a violent storm in 1898.
Once again, the headlines...
Obviously stalling for time.
- Oh, no. - 007.
- What a wonderful surprise. - For me, too.
I find thus business of equipping you in the field, on the run, as it were,
highly irregular.
Here we have a Geiger counter. Useful and unobtrusive.
The sweep hand counts radioactivity.
- It's waterproof, of course. - But of course.
Now here's something I want you to use with special care.
With special care.
- Everything you give me... - Is treated with contempt.
But that's an underwater camera. It takes eight pictures in rapid succession.
- Is that clever? - If it can take pictures in the dark, yes.
Try to be a little less than your usual frivolous self.
Here's a miniature Very pistol, which fires a red flare, a distress signal.
- You should keep it on you day and night. - I resent that remark.
Here.
Look, do you mind?
In the event of a rebreather not being available, use this device.
For short periods only, of course. Say, about four minutes.
- Clever. - Obviously, you'd use it as a last resort.
- It closes to a convenient pocket size. - Assuming one has a convenient pocket.
Now pay attention. A recently developed harmless radioactive device.
Harmless?
It sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
- What am I supposed to do with this? - Obviously, you swallow it.
Now?
Let's hope she'll be lying in the same place tonight.
We'll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later.
- Good idea. - Take her in.
A container will be dropped off the coast of Burma in the Mergui Archipelago,
latitude 20 degrees north, longitude 60 degrees east,
at 2000 hours Greenwich Mean Time on May 27th.
It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds between three and eight carats.
Total value to be not less than £100 million, present market price.
After we have recovered the container and verified its contents,
you will be notified on radio frequency 16.23 megacycles
where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
- Kenniston, get on to De Beers at once. - Yes, sir.
Gentlemen, unless the bombs are found, I'm afraid we'll have to pay their price.
Sir.
Yes. Signal from 007 in Nassau. One or two things that might interest us.
The Disco Volante is still in the harbor. The catamaran too, so we have our cover.
Fine. Drop me in the water behind her.
- Any further news from London? - Zero hour is still 2000 hours on the 27th.
- That's just 55 hours from now. - Yes. Shall we go?
- OK. This'll do here. - We'll meet back at Pinder's.
Good luck.
Turn the underwater lights on.
TV closed circuit.
Hand grenades.
Ready.
Down there.
There.
Quick. Launch.
There's something there.
That's him. Turn around.
Hold that.
- We must have hit him with the propeller. - Let's get back and tell Largo.
- Can I have a lift? - Sure.
- Thank you. You just about saved my life. - Really?
My outboard capsized so I had to swim ashore.
How far do you go?
You'd better fasten your safety belt.
- What's your name? - James Bond.
Fiona Volpe.
- Do you fly here often? - Do I make you nervous?
No. It's just that I have no desire to be capsized twice in one night.
At least you won't have to swim ashore.
Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?
No, I haven't. But this is the road to Nassau?
Yes, eventually.
- Well, this is as far as I go. - Yes, me too. This is my hotel.
- What a coincidence. - Yes. So convenient.
I hope I didn't frighten you.
- I'm a nervous passenger. - Some men just don't like to be driven.
No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
Look at this. An underwater hatch.
That's how they could leave and get back.
So nobody saw them. The whole operation was carried out underwater.
That's where we'll have to look for the plane.
I'll bring the prints to the hotel.
The air force searched the area 250 miles out of Nassau.
It must be beyond that radius.
If the Disco Volante was out that night.
Sure she was, but Harbor Control said only for six hours.
She couldn't cover 500 miles in that time, no.
About 90 miles is her limit for six hours, and that's out and back.
We'll have to go further out. We'll need more gas for that.
Let's get back to Nassau. We haven't got much time.
You're right, James, we haven't.
Pull.
Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?