(JAMES BOND THEME PLAYING)
- (SCREAMING)
BOND: Where is he?
(MAN GROANS)
I shan't ask you politely next time.
Where islofeld?
Cai... Cai... Cairo.
Cards.
(MEN CHATTERING)
Hit me.
(GRUNTS)
BOND: One chance. Where can I find him?
Marie. Ask Marie.
Who are you?
My name is Bond. James Bond.
there something I can do for you?
Yes, as a matter of fact there is.
Thers something I'd like you to get off your cht.
(GASPS)
(GASPING)
Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?
HOKING)
Speak up, darling, I can't hear you.
PLASTIC SURGEON: We now come to phase four, the nose.
In my opinion, the most difficult part
of a plastic transformation.
I want the operation done tonight.
But signor... There's no time ft.
But, signor Blofeld, this is a most delicate procedure.
It cannot... Tonight.
Keep the temperature at precisely 80 degrees.
(GPING)
(CHOKING)
- BLOFELD: Making mud pies, 007?
(CHUCKLES)
He would have been me in a matter of days.
If you'd given the poor fellow a chance.
Such a pity. I was dying to see how the operation turned out.
Get his gun.
Hold it! Get your hands up.
(SNAPPING)
(SHOUTS)
(GRUNTING)
Kill him!
(GRUNTING)
Welcome to hell, Blofeld.
(CAT MEOWING)
(DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER PLAYING)
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ They are all I need to please me
¶ They can stimulate and tease me
¶ They won't leave in the night
¶ I've no fear that they might desert me
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Hold one up and then caress it ¶
¶ Touch it, stroke it and undress it
¶ I can see every part
¶ Nothing hides in the heart to hurt me
¶ I don't need love ¶
¶ For what good will love do me?
¶ Diamonds never lie to me
¶ For when love's gone
¶ They luster on
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Sparkling round my little finger
¶ Unlike men, the diamonds linger
¶ Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for
¶ I don't need love
¶ For what good will love do me
¶ Diamonds never lie to me
¶ For when love's gone
¶ They luster on
¶ Diamonds are forever
- ¶ Forever, forever ¶
- ¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Forever, forever
¶ Forever
¶nd ever ¶
"Star of South Africa. 83.5 carats rough,
"47.5 carats cut."
"The Akbar Shah, 116 carats rou."
Are u paying attention, 007?
"The Aarkb Shah, 116 karats rough."
But surely, sir, there's no need to bring in our section
on a relativelsimple smuggling matter.
Sir Donald has convinced the PM o-erwise.
MaI remind you, 007, that Blofeld's dead.
Finished.
The least we can expect from you now
is a little plain solid work.
Good morning, gentlemen. Good morning.
Sir Donald will see you now.
Thank you.
Good morning, Sir Donald.
w this is Commander Bond.
How do you do, Commander Bond? How do you do, sir?
Please sit down. Th ank you.
Sherry? Not for me, thanks. Doctor's orders.
Commander Bond? Yes. Thank you.
You've been on holiday, I understand.
Relaxing, I hope.
Oh, hardly relaxing, but most satisfying.
Cheers. Cheers.
Pity about your liver, sir.
It's an unusually fine solera. '51, I believe.
There is no ar for sherry, 007.
I was referring to e original vintage
on which the sherry is based, sir.
- 1851.
Unmistakable.
Precisely.
Tell me, Commander,
how far does your expertise extend
into the field of diamonds?
Well, hardest substance found in nature.
They cut glass, suggest marriage.
I suppose they've replaced a dog as a girl's best friend. And that's about it.
Refreshing to hear there's one subject you're not an expert on.
Yes, well, perhaps I'd better give you
a brief background into our problem.
Eighty percent of the world's diamonds
come from mines in South Africa.
Most are dug out of shafts
of diamond-bearing clay
at depths of up to 3,000 feet.
The whole process from start to fish
operates under an airtight security system.
-It's an essentil precaution,
even though the industry prides itself
on the loyalty and devotion of its workers.
Naturally, the security measur tesend to ensure that loyalty,
-as do the extensive amenities
and social services we provide.
There's a permanent staff of doctors, nurses, even dentists
and the whole process, from start tfinish,
operates under an airtight security system.
It's a necessary - precaution,
even though the industry prides itself
on the loyalty and devotion of its workers.
Next.
WINT: The scorpion.
Mother nature's finest killer, Mr. Wint.
One is never too old to learn from a master, Mr. Kidd.
Dr. Tynan. Good evening.
Who are you and where is Joe?
Joe couldn't make it tonight.
I'm Mr. Wint. This is Mr. Kidd.
Oh, I see.
(GROANING)
What's the matter with him?
It's my wisdom teeth. I haven't had them out yet.
Would you mind having a look, Doctor?
Of course. I'm not going to hurt you.
Just open. No, no, no. Open wide.
(SCREAMS)
- Curious how everyone who touches those diamonds
seems to die.
PILOT: Stop right there! Who are you?
Dr. Tynan sent us.
Why didn't he come himself?
He was taken sick.
Bitten by the bug.
He sent this for you.
- If God had wanted man to fly...
He would have given him wings, Mr. Kidd.
- Of course, no security system is perfect.
We've alwa accepted a percentage of smuggling.
But over the past two years,
despite all our precautions,
it's gone up alarmingly.
Even more alarming is the fact
that none of the stones have reached the market.
Sir Donald thinks someone's stockpiling.
What concerns us is the possibility of someone
either dumping the stones on the market to depress prices or...
king you agree to perpetual blackmail.
Exactly.
What we need to know is who
the stockpilers are.
The letter "u" is for "umbrella".
We take it lest it rain.
We hope we shan't want it till we're home again.
Two men to see you, Missy.
Gentlemen? I shan't be long, children.
Joshua's going to read you a story.
How nice to see you again.
Where to this time?
Amsterdam.
Amsterdam! Oh, how lovely.
I shall have to bring back some pictures of the canals
for the children.
Ask and ye shall receive, Mrs. Whistler.
Thus endeth the lesson for today, gentlemen.
Several recent murders in South Africa have complicated matters.
If they shut down operations before we discover them...
It would be catastrophic for us
and for the government.
Well, I've always rather fancied a trip to Sou Africa.
You're going to Holland.
For some time now
we've had our eyes on a professional smuggler
called Peter Franks.
He's due to leave for Amsterdam.
Do we know who his contacts are?
We do function in your absence, Commander.
A passport, sir.
Ah, Mr. Franks. There's a message for you at Passport Control.
Now, that door over there.
You can park you- car outside.
Thank you.
(HORN HONKING)
- (FOGHORN BLARING)
Mr. Franks. Your passport is quite iorder.
Well, anyone seeing you in that outfit, Moneypenny,
would most certaly be discouraged from leaving the country.
What can I bring you back from Holland?
A diamond. In a ring.
Would you settle for a tulip?
Yes.
FEMALE GUIDE OVER LOUDSPEAKER: Ahead is one of the oldest bridges in Amsterdam.
The Skinny Bridge.
It was built over 300 years ago by two sisters
who wanted to visit each other every day.
Unfortunately, they ran out of money,
so that is why it is called the Skinny Bridge.
On your right, those beautiful old houses
can be see- in the paintings of our famous painter Rembrandt.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
if you will look to your left as we down the Amstel,
you can see...
Oh!
Mrs. Wstler did want some pictures of the canals
for the children.
How kind of you, Mr. Kidd.
The children will be so thrilled.-
WOMAN: Yes? Franks. Peter Franks.
Come up. Third floor.
(DOOR BUZZES)
(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Make yourself at home.
I'll be out in a minute.
I'll be out
Help yourself to a drink.
Is Mr. Case not at home?
There is no Mr. Case. The "T" is for Tiffany.
Tiffany Case?
Definitely distinctive.
I was born there on the first floor
while my mother was looking for a wedding ring.
Well, I'm glad for your sake
it wasn' Van Cleef and Arpels.
Weren't you a blond when I came in?
Could be.
I tend to notice little things like that,
whether a girl is a blond or a brunette.
And which do you prefer?
Well, providing the collars and e cuffs match...
We'll talk about that later.
Let me have your glass.
I'll get you some ice.
That's quite a nice little nothing you're almost wearing.
I approve.
I don't dress for-the hired help.
Let's see your passport, Franks.
"Occupation, transport coultant?"
It's a little cute,- isn't it?
I'll finish dressing.
, please don't. Not on my account.
--- Oh, I don't care much for redheads.
Terrible tempers.
But somehow it seems to suitou.
It's my own.
But it is in need of some soft lighting,
and I know a little restaurant quite close...
I never mix business with pleasure.
Well, neither do I.
Good. Then we can start by saving the cute remarks
until after you get the diamonds into Los Angeles.
Where are they now?
That's not your problem.
Your problem is getting them in.
How much is there?
Fifty thousand carats.
Well, 142 carats an ounce.
That's an awful lot of ice.
That won't be easy.
That's why you're bng paid 50 grand.
What did you think it wasoing to be, a pair of earrings?
And, Franks, for God sakes,
come up with something original.
I've got to hand it to you, Q.
Quite ingenious.
Oh, an obvious little notion.
Thought it might come in handy.
Oh, by the way, M's been trying to get in touch with you.
That Peter Franks fellow has escaped.
Killed one of the guards on the way up to London.
Hello?
Are you there?
(EXCLAIMS IN ANNOYANCE)
-- TIFFANY: Yes? Peter Franks.
Third floor.
Guten abend. Good evening.
Bitte.
(IN GERMAN ACCENT) You are English?
Yes, I'm English.-
I speak English.
Who is your floor?
Three, please.
(GRUNTING)
(GLASSHATTERING)
(GROANING)
(SHOUTS)
(GROANS)
(FRANKS GRUNTS)
- (SHOUTS)
Is he dead?
I sincerely hope so.
Who is he? No idea.
This chap's been following me all day today.
- My God!
You've just killed Jam Bond.
Is tt who it was?
Well, it just proves no one's indestructible.
You don't kill James Bond
and sit around waiting for the cops to arrive.
We've got to get those diamonds out of here and fast.
- Where are they?
A little old lady dropped them by yesterday morning.
Priceless.
I think we ought to let Mr. Bond
carry the load from here on out.
It's funny.
All the things one wanted to say to one's brother
when it's all too late
Let me assure you once again of our deepest condolences.
Would you please board the aircraft?
We were inseparable, you know.
Please, Mr. Franks.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Lufthansa announce the departure
of their flight number LH450 to Los Angeles.
Will you please fasten seat belts,
and no smoking until airborne. Thank you.
They're both aboard.
I must say, Miss Case seems quite attractive.
For a lady.
- (LAUGHS)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Lufthansa announce the arrival
of their flight LH450 from Amsterdam...
MAN: Mr. Franks? Yes?
Follow me to customs, please.
Peter Franks, Jerry.
Get some lunch, Jerry. I'll take over.
Death certificate, please, Mr. Franks.
Well, well, well. Felix Leiter, you old frau-
On behalf of the CIA, welcome to America.
Someone sent their brain trust down to meet you.
I give up.
I know the diamonds are in the body, but where?
Alimentary, Dr. Leiter.
So long, James. Keep in uctoh.
The rest of uryo luggage has been cleared, Mr. Franks.
Okay, fellas!
(PLANES ROARING)
You want to sit in the front, Mr. Franks?
It's a lot smoother ride In the front, Mr. Franks.
Yes, I believe I'll sit in front.
The stiff...
(CLEARS THROAT)
Deceased back there, your brother,- Mr. Franks?
Yes, it was.
I got a brother.
Small world.
- (RECORDING OF ORGAN PLAYING)
- Mr. Franks, I'm Morton Slumber.
Please accept my heartfelt condolences
at this most difficult hour-
Well, he is heading for a better world, Mr. Slumber.
There is some consolion in that.
Now then, if we're ready to begin the fi-l journey.
(ORGAN PLAYING FADES OUT)
(RECORDING OF CHR OIPLAYS)
(CHOIR STOPS)
May his soul rest in peace.
Oh, yes. Amen.
If you would care to follow me
into my comfortable office, Mr. Franks.
We will bring you the urn.
I'm so happy you chose our half-couch, hinge-panel, Slumber-On casket.
I'm sure your brother would have appreciated it.
Oh, I'm sure he did.
Please, be seated.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust. Exactly.
At a moment like this, I'm sure you'd rather be left alone
for reflection.
Most thoughtful.
So we've selected a private niche for your brother
in our garden of remembrance.
It's the one with the restful chartreuse curtains
and the angel's breath gold trim.
You can't miss it.
I hope you'll find everything in order.
The arrangements have beeimpeccable, Mr. Slumber.
So far.
(ORGAN PLAYING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Very moving.
Heartwarming, Mr. Wint.
A glowing tribute, Mr. Kidd.
(RUMBLING)
You dirty double-crossing, limey fink!
Those goddamn diamonds are phonies!
Now, don't tell me. You'reaint Peter.
Past Glass! Where's the real stuff, Franks?
Where's the real money? What do you mean?
You wouldn't burn up 50,000 real dollars, now, would you?
One last break, Franks.
Where are the real diamonds?
You get me the real money,
and I'll bring you the real diamonds.
Where the hell do you think you're going?
I hear that the Hotel icana's quite comfortable.
My condolences, gentlemen.
-- Hello, Felix.
Oh, very comfortable.
There's one problem, though.
I want the real merchandise, and rather quickly.
LEITER: Q's just arrived with it.
We'll be up with them in the morni.ng
So I'd sit tight if I were u.
There's no sense in looking for trouble.
Just enjoy yourself, James.
I'm sure you know how.
Quite.
I'll probably take in a show or something.
- (SLOT MACHINES CLANGING)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Calling Mr. Winegott.
Mr. Winegott.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
SHADY TREE: How do you like me so far?
People say I have the body of Rock Hudson.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
If he ever finds out what I'm doing to it,
he'd be madder than hell.
I call these girls my acorns.
Actually, they're a gift from Willard Whyte,
who is upstairs right now somewhere
playing monopoly with real buildings.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
I tried to phone him,
but trying to find Willard Whyte
is like trying to find a virgin in a maternity ward.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
And on behalf of the Whyte House,
I'm going to let you folks know-
you've been a lousy audience.
So get lost. See you later.
(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC)
WINT: Shady Tree.
Shady, we just adored your act.
What taste. Style.
And we hav a few suggestions.
Critics and material I don't need.
I haven't changed my act in 40 years.
Hold it. Don't go in there.
We didn't get the real diamonds, so we need Tree. Alive.
That's most annoying.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Get down there!
Craps, boxcars. A loser.
Well, that's it, -ussycat. I shot the whole wad.
What do you say? Back to my place?
You're a nice person, Maxie. Really, you are.
Why don't you go and take a nap
and I'll see you next year?
BOND: May I have $5,000? No, make it 10,000.
Two thousand dollar limit.
Is there some problem?
Mr. Saxby.
Gentleman wants $10,000 credit with a $2,000 limit.
My name is Franks.
Peter Franks.
Mr. Franks' credit's good.
Good luck to you, Mr. Franks.
Thank you. I'll have two stacksow n.
Give the gentleman four thousand.
BOND: Thank you.
Hi, I'm Plenty.
But of course you are. Plenty O'Toole.
Named after your father, perhaps?
Would you like some help?
On the craps, I mean
That's very kind of you.
Coming out. Coming out.
Next shooter's a lady. Ladies are lucky, 'cause they're ladies.
Nine. Mark nine.
Seven. Loser. The lucky lady craps out.
New shooter. Your shot, Mr. F.
WHYTE: Willard Whyte speaking.
Tree's dead. Turn on number two.
It's Peter Franks.
Point's 10. A hard 10. Ten's the number.
I'll take the full odds on the 10.
Two hundred on the hard way.
The limit on all the numbers.
250 on the 11.
Thank you very much.
Say, you played this game before.
Just once.
SAXBY: Now what do we do?
WHYTE: Don't bother me with details, Bert.
Just get me the diamonds.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
You handle those cubes
like a monkey handles coconuts.
Thank you, gentlemen, for such a sterling service.
DEALER 1: Thank you. DEALER 2: Thank you very much.
Well, that's $50,000.
Minus 5,000 for you,
leaves me 45,000 and thank you very much.
Well, it was nothing. Really!
You know something, Peter Franks,
you're a terrific guy.
A little weird, but a terrific guy.
Say, why don't we go someplace and have a drink?
A drink?
Well, if you'd like to come in, Plenty.
Oh, how pretty! What a super pla you have!
Mmm.
Just give me one second, lover.
Good evening.
I'm afraid you've caught me with more than my hands up.
Hey, what the hell is this?
A perverts' convention or sething?
Hey, liste you can't dohis to me.
Stop that! I've got friends In this town!
(GASPING)
Exceptionally fine shot.
I didn't know there was a pool down there.
(SHOUTS)
All right. Let's get down to business.
I presume you've come for the real...
e Threal diamonds.
- Good evening, Miss Case.
-- Sorry about your fulsome friend.
I bet you really missed something.
Well, the evening may not be a total loss after all.
Why don't we talk a bit first?
First?
Well, what would you like to talk about?
You pick a subject.
Diamonds? Good boy.
And you want to know where they are,
and whether I'm working alone or not.
So far, so good. Keep going.
And if not, then with whom.
So you can inform your superiors
and acquire the diamonds.
Peter, I'm very impressed.
There's lot more to you than I had expected.
Presumably, I'm the condemned man,
and, uh, obviously u're the hearty breakfast.
Right?
You're not going to tell me where the diamonds are,
- are you?
What diamonds?
Sooner or later, you'll have to talk.
They'll make you.
At the very least, you'll never get out of town alive.
I can solve that little problem.
It's lucky for me th I ran into you.
Fifty-fifty split.
You get the diamonds, I get us out.
Us?
Well, I can't very well help you
and then stick around.
We could be on a plane and out of the country by tomorrow night.
Rio. Hong Kong.
I know a good tailor in Hong Kong.
Hong Kon
All right.
I'll get the diamonds, you get the plane tickets.
No, the airport's too obvious.
A rented car shou do us fine for openers.
Good thinking.
And ncsie you're the one who's being watched,
I'll get the diamonds, you gee thcar.
That's very good thinking.
Oh, Peter.
I have the feeling that this is the beginning
of a wonderful relationship.
(MOANS)
Darling.
Hmm?
Where do I pick up the diamonds?
When was the last time
you visited the circus?
Circus Circus proudly presents
The Flying Palacios!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRUMROLL)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
She's in the building. Right. Stand by.
Do me a favor, James.
Next time, pick a contact point when you're standing up.
Felix, if she gives your men the slip...
Relax. I've t upwards of 30 agents down there.
A mouse with sneakers on couldn't get through.
(CYMBALS CRASHING)
Give Maxwell his clue.
This is quarterback. Operation "Passover" commence.
Quarterback to tight end. Operation "Passover" commence.
Roger.
Well, she's on her way. So far, so good.
Well, good luck, Felix. I' sllee you later.
Where are you going?
The car rental agency.
Our little rendezvous.
You don't actually tnkhi she's going to show up, do you?
That's a thousand to one shot.
No, more like even money.
Her dev-tion to larny
versus my incomparable charm.
(CYMBAL CRASHING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERI-)
MAN: All right now, kiddies. Get ready, aim, fire!
Go ahead!
Oh, what did I tell you?
Didn't I promise you a winner every time?
There you are, young man. Hoabout that, huh?
All right, now boys and girls, re we go again.
All you have to do is just take your gun...
All ght, now here we have a little lady,
here we have a little man,
and here we have a big lady.
You're a little out of your league, aren't you, sister?
All right now, boys. Come on, point the guns.
You know what to do.
All ready, get set.
Now hold it till I say go.
Go!
Now come on, that's it!
Everybody point right at the clown.
Winner every time. Get them up there.
There we are. All right. That's the way to do it.
Oh, look at that. And we have another winner.
Annie Oakley on the end, huh?
Here we ar What an eye! What an eye!
BOY: Wait a second. Hold it! I saw the whole thing!
The machine's xed. Who's she, your mother?
Blow up your pants.
BOY: One win. She only had one win.
Fred. You're supposed to have 24 to win that dog.
- Will you give it a rest, kid, h?
All right, boys and gis. Here we go, everybody. Come on.
(DRUMROLL)
(TRUMPET FANFARE)
(TRUMPETS)
MAN: Go. Here we go. And they're off.
- (CONTINUES NARRATING HORSE RACE)
MAN ON P.A.: Here for the first time, see Zambora,
strangest girl ever born to live.
She was captur near Nairobi, South Africa,
- and is believed to be part of a cruel, inhuman experiment.
This beautiful girl will be locked into a steel cag
right in front of your eyes,
will change very slowly
into a ferocious 450-pound gorilla.
Please be very still, ladies and gentlemen.
We must have absolute silence
so we wouldn't disturb Zambora
from her transcendental state.
We must warn you
that in every scientific eeriment,
there's always a danger.
So keep in mind, this curtain is our exit.
God forbid, if something should go wrong over here,
get out of here.
Now we start the transformation.
Very dangerous. Very quiet, please.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(MACHINE TRILLING)
Wake, my beauty, wake!
(GROWLING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
MAN 2: Here, lady, you can't go through there. The other way!
Come on.
(HORN HONKS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
No show?
Felix, don't tell me you lost her.
- We lost her.
Nice place you have here.
Take something off. Enjoy the n.su
You've got a lot of guts showing up here,
after letting me freeze my behind off
at a blackjack table for two hours,
waiting for some nonexistent diamonds.
And what the hell is my black wig doing in the pool?
She's...
Dead.
It's supposed to be you.
The next link in the pipeline.
What are you talking about?
Poor Plenty must have stumbled in here looking for you.
- I don't believe you.
A dentist is dead in South Africa,
that little old lady in Amsterdam,
Shady got his last night, they've missed me once,
and you're next.
Who's your connection?
You sound like a cop tme.
(GASPS)
Who's your connection?
All I know his voice is on a phone.
They got me this place
and told me to wait for further instructions.
You'll find it rather difficult to hear underwater.
Now where's the stuff?
Who are you?
You' not a cop, and yore not Peter Franks.
And you're not the type to turn the other cheek.
Now where's the stuff?
WOMAN ON P.A.: Eastern Airlines announce t arrival
of their flight 112 from Los Angeles, Gate Seven.
- (AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)
- Thank you.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(BELL DINGS)
Fill it up, please. Okay.
It's Bert Saxby.
TIFFANY: It's Willard Whyte's right-hand man.
Do you see the top? The penthouse? Mmm.
They say Willard Whyte
hasn't set foot out of there in three years,
and no one has seen him. No one.
How much is that?
Did you pay for th?
Cut him off!
IRE SCREECHING)
Hey, Curly. What about my stamps?
Where are you going? Are you mad? Let me by!
Stamps? You ain't got no gas yet. Okay?
Okay, so shove a couple gallons in.
Well, back it up.
(HORN HONKS)
Keep leaning on that tooter, Charlie,
and you're gonna get a shot in the mouth.
Come on, lady, move it.
Oh, okay, lady, you win. You win.
(HORNS HONKING)
Will someone move that car?
Do what he says.
Hey! I wanted high-test.
Forget it, Curly.
You had your chance, and you blew it.
Okay, Professor.
- Hello. Hi.
Haven't see you here befor
I'm Klaus Hergersheimer.
Ah, new here.
I've been here three years. G section.
- How are things in G section?
Oh, still the same old grind, you know.
Checking radiation shields for replacement.
Hey, by the way, where's yours?
Uh, I've been waiting a couple days
for you guys to deliver them.
Gee, I'm sorry. You should have given us a phone call.
Look. I've got one here.
Lucky for you I carry spares.
Now, you keep that o You can't be too careful about radiation.
Absolutely.
I feel much safer with this on.
See you around.
(BEEPING)
- o are you? What do you want?
Klaus Hergersheimer. G section.
Just, uh, ecchking on radiation shields.
Now, let me see. You are, uh...
Professor Dr. Metz.
Our shields are fine. Now get out!
I'm sorry. It'll only take a moment, but, uh, I must verify.
Our shields are fine. Now get out! Metz.
- How do you spell it?
Will you please leave, you irritating man?
Doctorthere's no reason to run down the little people.
G section may t be as important to the operation as you are,
- but we do have our orders.
Dr. Metz, Willard Whyte for you.
Right. Out. Out.
-- METZ: Heo,ll W.W.
Yes, it's finally here.
Oh, quite enough for completion.
We'll be through shortly.
No. No problems at all.
Right.
- Now will you geout t of here?
Certainly, Doctor.
I've seen everything I need to see.
Thank you very much.
- Hi. Sorry to bother you.
- I'm Klaus Hergersheimer.
G section.
Checking radiation shields.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
There he is, behind the rock. Come on!
MAN OVER P.A.: What the hell is this? Amateur night?
Stop him, Harry!
Get him off that machine. That isn't a toy.
Get ouof that moon buggy!
(ALARM SOUNDING)
It's gone berserk.
Hey, stop! Hey, where do you think you're going?
- Hey!
- That way!
What happened? Where are the diamonds?
Get in th- car!
If you see a mad professor
in a minibus, just smile.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Fred, get the sheriff's office. Okay.
Listen, you can drop me off at theorner.
This is whole thing is getting aittle out of hand.
No regrets, but when you start stealing moon machines from Willard Whyte,
goodbye and good luck.
Just relax.
I have a friend named Felix who can fix anything.
Is he marrd?
- There goes that son of a bitch and saboteur.
(SIREN WAILING)
- Relax. You've got a friend named Felix who can fix anything.
Unfortunately, so can Willard Whyte.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Why, you dirty...
(SIRENS WAILING)
- (SIREN WAILING)
Come in, Larry. Larry?
Larry?
Did you get him, Larry?
I think Larry got him. Sheriff.
Attaboy, Larry. Come in. Larry?
Sheriff.
(SIRENS WAILING)
I got you now.
Lean over.
- TIFFANY: Darling, why are we suddenly staying
in the bridal suite of Thehyte House?
In order to form a more perfect union, sweetheart.
James?
May I finally call you James?
What's going to happen to me?
You did talk to your friend Felix about me?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, what did he say?
Something about 20 years to life. Nothing important.
- Twenty years tlife!
Relax, darling. I'm on top of the situation.
- Mr. and s. Jones?
Yes, that's the name on the register, Mr. Leiter.
What's the score with W.W.?
Washington says no go.
We sit still for now. Sit still?
And Miss Tiffany Case Jones
has a lifetime reservation
at another hotel, the kind the government runs.
I'm cooperating, Mr. Leiter.
Really I am.
Oh, I can vouch for that.
Felix, this is not the real White House,
and he's not the President.
Why don't we just go and see him?
The President I can get you in to see.
But until Washington starts believing
Willard Whyte's a thief, that's the way it is.
In the meantime, I'm sure you and Mrs.ones
can find some way to amuse yourselves.
And just to make sure you're not disturbed,
I have a man upstairs.
And Hamilton is right out here.
So long, James.
Well, that's a switch. What's that?
The wolf being guarded by the three little pigs.
(CHUCKLES)
I won't be long, darling.
Where are you going?
I'm just popping upstairs for a moment.
WOMAN: Sixteenth floor?
ELEVATOR ATTENDANT: No, lady. Starlight Lounge only.
Okay, folks, stand clear of the doors.
Here we go.
- Starlight Lounge to the left.
Express to street level only, folks.
Okay, stand clear of the doors.
Here we go.
-- (IN SOUTHERN ACCENT) MA Howdy. Welcome, son. We've been expecting you.
You got any personal business to take care of in there,
you go right ahead.
First, I suspect you're wearing a hog-leg.
Would you mind standing up and taking it off?
Oh, isn't that nice?
You are a pleasant fellow.
(CHUCKLES)
Why don't you st come on in, son?
Relax. Make yourself comfortable.
That's good. Right on over there.
Good evening, Mr. Bond.
Blofeld.
Good evening, 007.
Double jeopardy, Mr. Bond.
You killed my only other double, I'm afraid.
After his death, vonteers were understandably
rather scarce.
Such a pity. All that time and expense,
simply to provide you
with one mock heroic moment.
(PHONE RINGING)
(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Willard Whyte speang.
Yes, Governor, I got your message.
No, no, I'm afraid a personal appearance quite out of the question.
I'll send a deposition to the committee.
Thk you, Governor.
Well, that's a neat trick.
A voice box, Mr. Bond.
Science was never my strong suit,
but the principle's easy enough.
Someone's voice patterns and resonance
stored in a small aural signature tape.
A miniature transistorized version is installed in his neck.
Or is it his neck? I never can remember.
Anyway, no matter. We both sound alike.
My congratulations to you both.
Well, nice little company.
Explosives, oil, electronics, houses, aviation.
I've done rather well with it too.
Tried to cut some of the fat off,
but actually Mr. Whyte's a splendid administrator.
(LAUGHS) Damn thing runs itself.
I suppose you killed him.
Nothing so melodramatic.
I'm simply holding him in cold storage, soo speak.
An insurance policy
against any outse interference with my plans.
Mmm. The ideal kidnap victim.
No one'seen the man for five years.
So who's going to miss someone who's alrey missing?
- How clever you are, Mr. Bond.
Nice to see you haven'lost
that fine mental edge, 007.
Please don't get any foolish notions.
That missile is t a practical weapon.
ll, it's hardly rth the effort.
(CAT MEOWING)
After all, I wouldn't know which one of you to kill.
We appreciate your predicament, Mr. Bond.
We deeply sympathize.
(CAT MEOWS)
(GASPS)
(CAT MEOWING)
Bright idea, Mr. Bond.
But wronpussy.
I do so enjoy our little visits, Mr. Bond.
However potentially painful they may be.
But I'm afraid this one has co to an end.
What do you intend to d- with those diamonds?
An excellent question.
And one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon.
If I were to break the news to anyone
it wou be to you first, Mr. Bond, you know that.
But it's late, I'm tired
and there's so much left to do.
Good night, Mr. Bond.
Well, go on, go on. It's merely a lift.
Or perhaps I should say elevator.
In any event I'm sure you'll find it much more convenient
than mountaineering about outside the Whyte House.
You press "L," Mr. Bond.
The word "lobby" begins with "L."
(WHIRRING)
(HISSING)
(CRASH)
If at first you don't succeed, Mr. Kidd?
Try, try again, Mr. nt.
-- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
- (SQUEAKING)
One of us smells like a tart'handkerchief.
I'afraid it's me. Sorry about that, old boy.
(SQUEAKING)
(METALLIC SCREECHING)
- I don't mind that cocmamie machine breaking down twice a d-y,
but why the hell does it always have to be
500 yards away from the nearest hatch?
- (GRUNTING)
All right, Charlie, it your turn to play hunchback.
Thank you very much.
I was just out walking my rat,
and I seem to have lost my way.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Willard Whyte speaking.
(SPEAKING IN AMERICAN ACCENT) This is Bert.
We got a problem.
What's the matter with your voice, Bert?
Have you got a cold?
Never mind about that.
I just saw James Bond in the casino.
That's impossible.
Yeah, well, you come and have a look for yourself.
Hey, listen, if he's half the genius they say he is,
- we're in for real trouble.
Now, calm down, Bert.
Well, it's a cinch he's not working alone.
This place must be crawling with agents by now.
I think we should move Willard Whyte.
Nonsense. Mr. Whyte is perfectly safe hatis own summer house.
It's on the ridge, about 10 miles out of town.
I'm a little surprised, Bert.
It's not like you to panic.
Well, I just don't enjoy messing around
with a guy as tough as James Bond.
Never mind James Bond.
You get down to that house.
I'm afraid Mr. Whyte has suddenly outgrown his usefulness.
Do it cleanly, Bert.
Don't worry.
Just leave everything to me.
(SPEAKING NORMALLY) That ridiculous contraption actually seems to work, Q.
- You've spassed yourself this time.
Not a bit of it.
Made one of these for the kids last Christmas.
Maxwell, James and I are heading for the house.
You get set to hit the penthouse
as soon as we find Whyte.
Right.
BLOFELD: Let me speak to Metz.
There's been a change. Pu all plans forward by 24 hours.
I'm joining you immediately.
Give me fiveinutes to get up there
and five minutes to find Whyte.
Are you sure you know what you're doing?
Ask me again in 10 minutes' time.
Tell Maxwell to stand by to hit the penthouse.
-- Well, hi there.
I'm Bambi.
Good morning, Bambi.
And I'm Thumper.
Is there something we can do for you?
I can think of several things offhand,
but at the moment I'm looking for Willard Whyte.
Oh, Willie. Why, he's right out there.
- And that's all there is to it?
Not quite.
First, we're gonna have a ball.
(GRUNTING)
All yours, Bambi.
(GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
You're on again, Bambi.
- Thumper.
(SHOUTS)
(GRUNTS)
- (BOTH SCREAM)
Hello, Felix.
Wouldn't you know it.
Willard Whyte is about to be executed,
and who's giving breaststroke lessons?
Where the hell is Whyte?
I haven't found out yet.
(BOTH GASPING)
Still haven't found out.
Right.
FBI?
CIA?
No, British Intelligceen. Mr. Whyte, James Bond.
I see you met my friends Bambi and Thumper.
Yes. We did have a bit of a chat.
What the hell's happened to me?
And what can I do about it?
Let's get out of here first,
and I'll explain it to you en route.
Tell Maxwell to hit the penthouse...
(RIFLE FIRES)
(RICOCHET)
(MACHINE GUN FIRES)
(SHOUTS)
Saxby.
Bert Saxby?
Yeah.
Tell him he's fired.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hi there, MrQ. Are you having any luck?
I'm being somewhat successful-thank you.
Listen, Mr. Q.
I was wondering, have you heard any talk about me
from Felix or James?
No, I'm afraid not.
I guess I'm working for the good guys now,
but I'm still only two steps away from the slammer,
- if they want me there.
I thought you might be able to put in a good word.
That's unbelievable!
An electromagnetic RPM controller.
Been aching to give it a try.
You see, pressure on the case here
when the desired symbols appear.
This causes the rotation of the cylinders to stutter
at just the precise moment needed to...
(COINS CLATTERING)
Cab, lady?
(GROANS)
Well, well, ll. Look what the cat dragged in.
I'm delighted to meet you, Miss Case.
I had so dreaded the prospect
of making this tedious journey alone.
This way, Mr. Whyte.
It was right here,
but six feet high with a solar panel.
It had these aerofoils that seemed to...
Draw it for me.
Was Dr. Metz on your payroll, Mr. Whyte?
No, but I heard of him. Everybody in our business has.
The world's leading expert on laser refractio
A committed idealist to peace.
And how in the hell Blofeld got his hooks in him
I will never know.
How did he get security clearance to work here in theirst place?
Well, from you, sir.
I talked to yo u personally about it.
I even recog-zed your voice just now.
I'm sure I must've told you not to keep
the usual duplicate microfilm records of the project.
Exactly, sir.
Tom, what did I tell you to do with this?
Send it to Vandenburg, sir.
Well, get him on the phone! Now!
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
You won't believe this.
Willard Whyte for you.
Wow. This is a real honor, sir.
Shove your honor. Where's that satellite I sent there-
Blasted off minutes ago, sir.
Perfect trajecry. All systems go.
We expect to enter orbit right on the nose, sir.
(SIGNAL SCREECHING)
Wait. Something's happened.
Just a moment, Mr. Whyte.
The scanners have gone crazy.
Premature first stage separation.
It doesn't make sense.
Stand by to abort.
We can't control it, sir.
Abort it!
It's negative.
We can't. Something's taken over the guidance system.
It's as if it had a will of its own.
And there's not a damn thing
we can do about it at the moment.
We're work-g on it, sir. I'll call you right back, Mr. Whyte.
- Well, whatever it is, your friend Blofeld's controlling it now.
- BOND: A vast supply of diamonds being manipulated
by an expert in light refraction.
- The first laser be is generated through a diamond.
- And if old Metz deserves one-tenth of his reputation,
the power of thathing could be incredible.
- And Blofeld's got it.
Where is it now?
MAN: Approaching North Dakota.
Alert Strategic Air Command.
Give me a number line to SAC.
MAN ON P.A.: Attention, all personnel. Attention, all personnel.
We have a red alert.
Stand by for emergency procedure.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
(HUMMING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Willard Whyte.
Yes, General.
One of our missiles just accidentally blew up
in North Dakota.
Whatever's happening, Mr. Bond, has started.
(EXPLOSION)
Is this your herd?
Mr. Whyte? Yeah.
Phone call for you from Washington. Urgent.
I'll catch it in the john.
What about Blofeld?
Not a trace. But we found a tunnel.
We're checking it out.
Where's Tiffany? Do you mind if we find Blofe first?
Come on. Let's hit that-unnel.
(SCREAMING)
- Well, Washington just got word
from your friend with the cat.
Wo-you believe
that this whole damn country
is bng held for ransom,
and we got till noon tomorrow to pay up?
So that's it, then.
Well, I'm sure you won't be alone.
An intertinaonal auction
with nuclear supremacy
going to the highest bidder.
Tell me. What does he need to control that satellite?
A simple set of tapes fed into a computer bank.
All he really needs is a building.
And these tapes, large or small?
Conceivably, any size
from six-inch to a cassette.
Assuming he's still using your empire as a cov,
Blofeld could be anywhere on this map.
From Alaska to Frida.
From Maine to Oregon.
From Texas to Baja, California.
Baja?
I haven't got anything in Baja.
MAN ON RADIO: There is still no official government explanation
of the apparent simultaneous nuclear accidents
in North Dakota and Russia.
Presidential News Secretary John Fenner
has refused comment on an unconfirmed report
that an emergency meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Staff
is in session at this very moment.
It is beeved that the United States and the Soviet Union
have assured each other over the hotline
that no offensive action has been taken by either nation.
Reports of another nuclear accident in Red China
are as yet unconfirmed.
We will bring you further report..s.
Two more submarines have taken up position not 10 miles away.
Are the military aircraft
going to stand off forer?
What if they won't accept our ultimatum?
- What if they decide to attack?
Calm yourself, Metz.
This farcical show of force was only to be expected.
Yes... The great powers
flexing their military muscles
like so many impotent beach boys.
I deeply regret my threat to destroy a major city
unless ty give in, but there it is.
The nuclear powers, like all bullies
can only be intidated by force.
But how can you... There's still an hour left for them to reply.
One hour for both of us
to achieve our common dream.
Total disarmament and peace for the world.
Sir, there's a single plane approaching.
Range?
Two miles, and closing.
Stage one alert, please.
Command Center.
All crew to stage one.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
MAN: On the top, second platform.
MAN 2: There it is.
- MAN: Aim! BLOFELD: Hold your fire!
- MAN ON P.A.: All recovery crew personl
proceed to docking level and stand by.
Good morning, gentlemen.
The Acme Pollution Inspection.
We're cleaning up the world.
We thought this was a suitable starting point.
How dippointing.
I was expecting one Head of State at the very least.
Surely you haven't come to -egotiate, Mr. Bond.
Your pitiful little island hasn't even been threatened.
Search him from his toenails to the last follicle on his head
and then bring him to me.
(MARCH PLAYING)
I do so hate martial music.
And as usual, Mr. Bond, you were absolutely right.
You guessed correctly that box contained
the maer satellite control tape
and you came aboard presumably hoping to substitute this
for the real thing.
I'm so sorry to have ruined the line of your suit
for nothing.
BOND: Talking about lines, which one did you use on Miss Case?
Miss Case has taken a terribly reasonable attitude about all this.
Like any sensible animal,
she's only threatening when she's threatened.
It appears that you're holding all the aces,
right down to the dragon lady over here.
BLOFELD: Jealousy? From you, Mr.-Bond?
I'm flattered.
La Rochefoucauld observed,
"Humility is the worst form of conceit."
I do hold a winning hand.
Why don't you let me take you
on a little ur of our facilities.
Your chance to see the real tape once again.
TIFFANY: Can I tag along, Ernst?
I'd put something on over that bikini first, my dear.
- I've come too far to have the aim of my crew
affected by the sight of a pretty body.
No word t from anyone.
Only 12 minutes left.
Oh, well, I suppose a little gentle prodding is called for.
As you see, Mr. Bond,
the satellite is at present overansas.
Well, if we destroy Kansas,
- the wod may not hear about it for years.
Perhaps New York. All that smut and traffic.
Would give them a chance for a fresh start.
Washington, D.C. Perfect.
Since we have not heard from them,
they will hear from us.
See to it, Metz. Washington?
Right.
And this presumably is the control bank with the coded tape.
Right again, Mr. Bond.
All satellites are controlled by a coded tape.
The trick is, of course, to have the code.
Obvisly. It all seems so perfectly simple.
I suppose one just presses that and out it pops.
Put it back, Mr. Bond.
Immediately.
Hi, Ernst!
Is Superman giving you any trouble?
Put it back very carefully.
You've certainly become tiresome, Mr. Bond.
Target fixed. Commence countdown.
Ten minutes and counting.
Take him away and throw him in the brig.
And search him again just to make sure.
Bitch.
Come on.
Your problems are all behind you now.
- (GRUNTS)
MAN: Stop him!
(GRUNTS)
MAN ON P.A.: Nine minutes and couing.
- I did it. I switched the tape in the machine.
You stupid twit, you put the real one back in.
Come on. Come on. Let's go.
- MAN: A weather balloon.
What do you think, Mr. Leiter?
That must be the signal.
There isn't a low-pressure area
within 200 miles of here.
Let's go.
This is Charlie One to squadron.
Charlie One to squadron.
Ready all guns an d proceed to target.
I reat. Proceed to target.
MAN ON RADIO: Roger, Charlie One. Out.
Come on, Bond. Get the hell off that rig.
MAN ON P.A.: Eight minutes and counting.
Unidentified aircraft approaing rapidly.
Range, five miles.
But I don't understand.
You said they wouldn't attack. You said...
The balloon was a signal.
Stupid fools must think Mr. Bond has accomplished his mission.
Activate defenses.
(ALARM SNDING)
- MAN ON P.A.: Seven minutes and counting.
This is Charlie One.
Commence attack. Commence attack.
(GUNS FIRING)
Six minutes and counting.
Get them on the radio, Blofeld.
Tell them we give up.
Give up? I've waited too long for this moment.
They'll pay dearly for making a fool out of me.
TZ: Oh, I see it all now.
You don't give a damn about peace.
All you care about... Shut up, Metz.
-ffany, my dear.
We're showing a bit more cheek than usual, aren't we?
Take her below and lock her up with Mr. Bond.
What a -ity. Such nice cheeks, too.
If only they were brains.
Destroy this, Metz.
- (GUNS FIRING)
MAN ON P.A.: Five minutes and counting.
(SCREAMING)
(SHOUTS)
(HELICOPTER PASSING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
MAN ON P.A.: Fo minutes and counting.
Tell them we surrender! This is utter madness!
One moor wd, Metz, and I'll have you shot.
Get back to your post.
epare my Bathosub immediately.
MAN ON P.A.: Three minutes and counting.
All systems interlock.
thosub to crane. Commence lift.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
MAN ON P.A.: Two minutes and counting.
Power and breathing systemon.
Release catch is open.
Lower away.
Bathosub to crane. Lower away.
Wake up, man! Lower away!
You stupid idiot! You could've killed me.
Disengage.
Disengage! Lower! Not up!
Onminute and countin
BLOFD: Blofeld to Command Center.
Come in.
Blofeld to Command Center!
Come in!
- Damn you! Damn you!
Command Center, come in!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
MAN ON P.A.: Forty seconds and unting.
- Get the gun.
Here!
(GASPS) Shoot them!
(SHOUTS)
Jump!
MAN ON P.A.: Ten, nine,
eight, seven...
- (FOGHORN SOUNDING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
LEITER: So long, James.
I'll wire M you're on your way home.
Don't tell him which direction we've taken.
If you're having a good time,
let the captain know,
and I'll have him steam around in circles.
James.
There's something very important
I've been meaning to ask you about us.
Oh?
I know in a relationship like ours,
the girl's not supposed to be the one to ask,
but I can't help it.
And plseea think before answering.
That I promise.
James...
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
There must be some mistake.
I didn't order any...
No mistake, sir.
On the specific instructions and with the compliments
of Mr. Willard Whyte.
Oysters Andaluce.
Shashlik.
Tidbits. Prime rib Au jus.
Salade Utopia.
(DEVICE TICKING)
And for dessert, the piece de resistance.
La bombe surprise.
Mmm!
That looks fantastic.
What's in it?
But then there would be no rprise,
would there, madam?
KIDD: Madam would care woto be seated?dam?
Thank you.
This will just take a moment
and then we will ave leu in peace.
Wine, sir?
Mouton Rothschild, '55.
May we begin?
BOND: Please do.
A happy selection, if I may say.
I'll be the judge of that.
That's rather potent.
Not the cork, your aftershave.
Strong enough to bury anything.
But the wine is quite excellent.
Although, for such a grand meal,
I had rather expected a claret.
WINT: Of course.
Unfortunately, our cellar is rather poorly stocked with clarets.
Mouton Rothschild is a claret.
And I've smelled that aftershave before.
And both times I've smelled a rat.
(SHOUTS)
(EXCLAIMING IN HORROR)
(SHOUTING)
(SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(WHOOPS)
(SUTS)
Well, he certainly left with his tail between his legs.
Oh, James.
Oh, s. What were you -about to ask me?
James?
How the hell do we get those diamonds down again?
(DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER PLAYING)
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Sparkling round my little finger
¶ Unlike men, the diamonds linger
¶ Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for
¶ I don't need love
¶ For what good will love do me
¶ Diamonds never lie to me
¶ For when love's gone
¶ They luster on
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Forever, forever ¶
¶ Diamonds are forever
¶ Forever, forever
¶ Forever
¶ And ever ¶