[I Lani Hall: "Never Say Never Again"]
[men chatter indistinctly]
[bird twittering]
[men chatter in Spanish]
[gasping]
[indistinct chatter]
[all shouting]
[grunting]
[exhaling]
[shouting, gunfire]
[noise from video continues]
One minute, 47 seconds, sir.
Not too shabby, sir.
Butdead,007,dead.
You should've studied the plot more carefully.
Revolutionaries hold a millionaire's daughter captive for eight weeks?
Of course she could have been brainwashed.
Could have turned.
Evidently, she did.
With due respect, I played the war games for two weeks and only got killed once.
Twice. You've forgotten the land mine on the Black Sea beach.
Correction, sir. I lost both legs. I did not die.
You were immobilized.
It can never be the same playing with blanks.
It is somewhat different in the field.
With your life on the line...
...your adrenaline gives you an edge.
But is your edge sharp enough?
That's the difference between a double-0 and a corpse.
Since you took over, sir, you've had little use for the double-Os.
I've spent most of my time teaching, not doing.
It's no secret I hold your methods in much less regard...
...than my illustrious predecessor did.
But my duty is to keep you up to par.
[bells tolling outside]
Too many free radicals. That's your problem.
- Free radicals, sir? - Toxins that destroy the body and brain.
Caused by eating too much red meat and white bread...
...and too many dry martinis.
Then I shall cut out the white bread, sir.
You'll do more than that, 007.
From now on, you will be suffering a strict regimen of diet and exercise.
We shall purge those toxins from you.
- Shrublands? - You've got it.
Have you got an assignment, James?
Yes. Yes, Moneypenny.
I'm to eliminate all free radicals.
Oh.
Do be careful.
[man] Come on, now! Keep up with me!
I don't want anyone lagging behind. Leﬂ,fighLleﬂ,fight
[chatter continues]
- Welcome to Shrublands, sir. - Thank you.
They don't make them like this anymore.
Right. It's still in pretty good shape.
This way, sir.
Your body's got enough scar tissue for an entire regiment.
Right, but it's still in pretty good shape.
We'll be the judge of that, Mr. Bond.
Our job is not just to rehabilitate you, it's to reeducate you.
I want to open your mind to the virtues of nutrition, proper exercise...
...meditation and, hopefully, spiritual enlightenment.
I'd like you to see the iridologist at 4:00...
...have a colonic at 5:00.
Then you can go to the light dining room and have a cup of parsley tea.
Mr. Bond, I need a urine sample.
If you could fill this beaker for me.
From here?
-[woman] Bonjour. -[man] Bonjour.
[woman] Box 274, and quickly, please.
[man] Ah, oui. [speaks French]
[low whirring]
[man] We have invested extensively...
...in the Middle East and Central America...
...to promote insurgency and revolution.
Fortunately, our capital outlay...
...has been handsomely offset...
...by the resultant sales of armaments and missiles.
You will note that we have supplied both rebels and government forces...
...on an equal basis.
In matters of death...
...SPECTRE is strictly impartial.
Now for the future.
SPECTRE's most audacious enterprise of any...
...next to which our previous ventures are inconsequential.
Our esteemed Number One is in complete charge of the entire operation...
...which will henceforth be called...
...the Tears of Allah.
He will now join us.
According to plans, an American Air Force officer...
...has been introduced to a cruel mistress, heroin.
I understand he's now our willing and obedient servant.
A surgical operation has been performed on him.
As a result of a corneal implant...
...his right eye print is now an exact replica...
...of that of the President of the United States.
He will soon be moved to a convalescent clinic near London.
I have chosen Number 12 to have the responsibility...
...of taking the most tender loving care...
...of Captain Jack Petachi.
-[low chatter] -[phone ringing]
[grunts] I beg your pardon.
- Is there no speed limit here? - She's not staff.
She must be one of those private nurses.
My name is Bond.
Oh, you're Mr. Bond.
- I'm having you in half an hour. - Splendid. Your room or mine?
Mine.
[bones cracking]
That's it. Now just move back on the couch for me, please.
Let's have this arm on the shoulder, this one underneath there.
That's good. Okay, now just relax.
[cracking]
Yes, there are slight lesions of the thoracic vertebrae.
Now just hold still.
Yes, some sacroiliac strain at the base of the spine.
You know, there is a more beneficial therapy for a man's lower back.
- Oh, really? - H m.
- What might that be? - Oh... [grunting]
[dog barking nearby]
[barking continues in distance]
[knocking at door]
I thought I'd surprise you, James.
You have. Come in.
No, no, I can't come in.
If they found me here, they'd fire me on the spot.
I won't let anyone find you.
Don't worry. I have my reputation to think of.
I don't think you got your reputation by living on a diet of wild rice, so...
...lentil delight...
...dandelion salad...
...goat's cheese.
Beluga caviar, quail's eggs, vodka...
...foie gras.
Strasbourg.
[sighs]
[indistinct TV chatter]
Oh... [panting]
[sniffing]
Jack's been smoking again.
Jack was ordered not to smoke.
Smoking is dirty.
It gets into Jack's eye.
[shouting]
Jack must do as he's told if he wants his fast cars and his pretty clothes.
- If he wants his sister kept alive-- - You leave Domino out of this!
[yelling]
[struggling sounds continue in distance]
[woman moans]
Get up!
[woman] There...
Now, let's just take a look, shall we?
Ahh... Very good.
With a contact lens, both eyes will look exactly the same.
Now, darling must do his little trickie...
...in eight seconds.
Then nursey will give baby his candy.
-[whispers] P-3-4-1. -[machine beeping]
Come on, Jack.
-[negative beeping] - Oh, damn.
[woman] Try it again, darling!
[Jack whispering indistinctly]
-[woman] Who's that? - A man!
At the window!
Don't move.
-[woman] Did he see you? -[Jack panting] I don't know.
I guess he could have.
[woman gasps]
-[Jack] Do you know him? -[woman] Oh, yes.
O07.
- Good morning, Mr. Bond. - Good morning.
Miss Fearing tells me you're making fine progress.
Oh, yes.
But I must say...
...you're looking a bit peaked this morning.
- I was up all night. - Don't overdo it.
A herbal enema should fix you up.
Thank you.
Sounds terrific.
[machine whirring]
[James exhaling]
[gasping]
[body thudding]
I'll be done in a minute.
-[weights clanging] -[James grunting, gasping]
Heavy, Mr. Bond'?
[gasping]
Let's try again.
[grunting]
[both grunting]
-[bones cracking] {Qaspingl
[man moaning]
[shouting]
[grunting]
-[overlapping chatter] -[TV sports broadcast playing]
[all shouting]
[gasping]
[fighting sounds continue]
[woman screams]
You lunatics! [screaming]
[muffled shouting]
[shouting]
[screaming]
I send you to a health farm to get yourself in shape.
Instead you demolish it.
I've had to notify the local police, pull out the special branch...
...muzzle the press...
...and allocate a sizable chunk of my meager budget...
...to renovating the establishment.
- A man did try to kill me, sir. - Caught you seducing his wife, did he?
No, sir, not at all.
But, in fact, I lost four pounds and God knows how many free radicals.
That is the kind of attitude that tempts me to suspend you, 007!
[man] This test is to assess distance and accuracy
of cruise missile release from the support country.
These ALCMs, with dummy warheads...
...will go from terrain following to inertial guidance...
...over water, toward the target.
- We hope. -[all chuckling]
[man over speaker] Stand by.
Countdown is go for dummy warhead loading and B-1 flight.
Let's hope we never have to use the real thing. Good luck.
All right, men, this is it. Let's make it a good one.
[overlapping radio chatter]
[beeping]
[machine beeping]
[female voice] Mr. President, please stand by...
...while authority for this procedure is confirmed by eye print check.
If confirmation is not authenticated within eight seconds...
...the base will be sealed.
Eight, seven, six...
-...five, four, three... -[whispers] Come on.
{lame on. -...two, one.
Thank you. Presidential authority is confirmed for change of test procedure.
Dummy warheads will be replaced by W-80 thermonuclear device.
Have a nice day.
[jazz music playing on radio]
Jack!
Bravo!
[shouting]
Oh, my poor angel.
My sweet baby.
[beeping]
[dog barking]
[steady beeping]
Mr. Kovacs, how much longer?
They're coming. They're almost in range.
[rapid beeping]
[man over speaker] Range safety officer to Base. Alert.
Radar confirms both missiles on descent trajectory.
What's going on'? They've got maximum thrust, but they're still going down.
[man over speaker] About to cross minimum cruise height.
Descending below minimum cruise height.
[man] Damn! We've lost them.
[rapid beeping continues]
[steady beeping overlapping rapid beep]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] We've got them.
- Well, Kovacs? -The fish are netted.
Put them on ice.
[man] I am supreme commander of SPECTRE...
...the Special Executive for Counterintelligence...
...Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion.
Nesterday morning... -[meowing]
...the American Air Force launched two cruise missiles...
...from Swadley Air Base in Great Britain.
Through the ingenuity of SPECTRE...
...the dummy warheads they carried were replaced...
...with live nuclear warheads.
Your weapons of destruction are now safely in our possession...
...and will be moved to two secret targets.
Please note the serial numbers of the missiles.
They will confirm the truth.
Your weapons of deterrence...
...did not deter us from our objective.
A terrible catastrophe now confronts you.
However, it can be avoided...
...by paying a tribute to our organization...
...amounting to 25 percent...
...of your respective countries' annual oil purchases.
We have accomplished two of the functions...
...that the name SPECTRE embodies:
terror and extortion.
If our demands are not met within seven days...
...we shall ruthlessly apply the third: revenge.
[overlapping murmurs, chatter]
That would be $25 billion a year!
-[gavel tapping] {man} Order!
These demands would destabilize the monetary system!
I call this meeting to order!
The foreign secretary wishes to address you.
Lord Alfred.
Gentlemen, we are faced with the ultimate nightmare:
the abduction of nuclear warheads.
But how is this possible?
Up to now, our fail-safe procedures relating to nuclear hardware...
...have been absolutely foolproof.
[overlapping arguments]
I hope the U.S. government realizes its awesome responsibility in this matter.
NATO has a joint responsibility to solve this problem, gentlemen.
But if it gets out, it will cause worldwide panic.
How well has this information been contained?
Apart from those present in this room...
...the information resides only with the CIA and British Intelligence.
Wonderful. That means by now it's all over the Kremlin.
[overlapping chatter]
I know your feelings, M, but I insist you reactivate the double-Os.
As you wish, sir.
[man] Maximilian Largo, born Bucharest, 1945.
Industrialist and philanthropist.
Resident of Nassau, Bahamas. No known criminal activity or associations.
- Oh, here you are. - You still here, Moneypenny?
- You should be in bed. - James, we both should be.
Instead, I'm looking everywhere for you.
Forget that. M wants to see you right now.
It's panic stations upstairs. He's been with the prime minister all day.
I think you're back in business, James. Welcome home.
[helicopter whirring]
[indistinct chatter]
- Good morning, gentlemen. -[all] Good morning.
The latest reports.
- Everything okay? - Yes, sir.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Charles.
In absolute secrecy...
...the Americans are trying to trace the missile on their eastern coast.
The other allegedly threatens the oil fields of the Middle East.
How well protected are they from the air?
Everyone's collaborating: the Americans, NATO, the Japanese.
They're putting up an air screen a mosquito couldn't get through.
Our concern is that the warhead may already be in position.
The worst devastation would result from a subterranean explosion.
You see, the oil-bearing strata in the area...
...interconnected by a surprisingly delicate structure...
...would be a sort of ripple effect.
Well, what's the Americans' story on how the damn things were stolen?
The release of ALCMs has to come from the president himself.
Even that has safeguards.
It can only be authorized after a scan of his right eye.
The only irregularity they've discovered is that a communications officer...
...unofficially left the base at the time of the launch.
A certain Captain Jack Petachi.
If this Petachi was involved...
is it conceivable that he could have used a false eye?
Oh, do come along, Bond.
Let's think of a more logical explanation, shall we?
[man] Okay, let's run through that routine we worked on yesterday, Domino.
-[dance music playing] - Down with the legs.
[indistinct chatter]
-[music continues] -[indistinct chatter, chuckling]
Okay, let's go again.
Four, five, six, seven, down.
[Domino] Come on now.
[music switches off]
[music continuing]
[piano notes playing]
'MEX! Oh! {chuckling}
As usual, I have left you alone too long.
I know.
But I brought you a gift.
I don't want any more gifts.
I just want you. That's all I want.
- I know, but this is different. - Oh...
- Look. - Oh, Max.
- Look. -[sighing]
-[playing slow-tempo piano] - What is it'?
It's very old.
Oh.
What's the inscription?
[Max] Arabic.
"The Tears of Allah."
The story is that the prophet wept for the baroness of the desert...
-...and his tears made a well. - Hm.
It's a legend, of course...
...but like all great legends...
...it is also the truth.
It is...
...the most valuable thing...
...I have ever possessed.
- Except you. - H m.
[chuckling]
And you trust me to wear it?
A safer place than around your neck, I couldn't imagine.
- And what if I ever leave you? -[plays off-notes]
[laughing]
No, really.
Then I cut your throat.
[muted gunshots]
Nice to know even old Q can surprise one of you double-Os occasionally.
Algernon.
Not quite perfected yet.
You could write a very binding contract with this.
I wish I had a new contract.
They slashed my budget. You can't get the spare parts.
And when you can, there's usually some strike that stops delivery.
Look at this place. They keep it bloody freezing down here.
Plays havoc with my sinuses.
We're both humble servants of the Crown, Algy.
If the CIA made me an offer, I'd be off like a shot.
Unlimited resources, air-conditioning...
...28 flavors of ice cream in the restaurant.
It's a motorbike toy.
If I can get the thing to work properly, I'll ship it out to you.
Wait a minute. I've got something in here that could be useful.
The prototype came from a KGB defector.
Bit of a whiz kid in their technical section.
Not a bad chap...
...though, like all defectors, prone to melancholy.
I suppose it's all that vodka and English weather.
Ah.
Rather tasty, this is.
It looks like a watch, but it's really a laser.
- Keeps perfect time. - But for how long'?
At least your lifetime.
Good to see you, Mr. Bond.
Things have been dull around here.
Bureaucrats running the old place, everything done by the book.
Can't make a decision unless the computer gives you the go-ahead.
Now you're on this.
I hope we're gonna have some gratuitous sex and violence.
I certainly hope so too.
What is this for?
I'll show you.
You unscrew it...
...then stick it up your nose. [sniffing]
For my sinus.
I won't need that where I'm going.
Where's that'? Or are you not allowed to say'?
The Bahamas.
Lucky bloody you.
[up-tempo island music playing]
[crowd chattering]
[boat horn sounding]
- Oh! Sorry. -It's perfectly all right.
What are you hoping to catch?
Something about six-foot-two, 190 pounds with brown eyes.
- Well, why bother going to sea'? -[chuckles]
Let me help you.
Mr. Bond!
- I say, Mr. Bond! - Catch you later, perhaps.
Right.
Nigel Small-Fawcett, British Embassy, Nassau.
- How do you do, Nigel? - Sorry I'm late.
But as you're one of these undercover johnnies...
...I took the precaution of not being followed.
And that's why you shouted my name across the harbor.
Oh, God, did I? Oh, I'm sorry.
Damn.
Damn!
Sorry, I'm rather new to all this.
- What's the score with Largo'? - He's highly visible in these parts.
Enormously wealthy. Owns the biggest boat in the Caribbean.
Spends a lot of time at a place called Bluebeard Reef.
Marine archaeology, I gather.
- You've met him? - Oh, yes, he's charming.
I mean, foreign, but charming nonetheless.
He donates a lot of money to worthy causes.
He built a maritime museum and a new wing for the orphanage.
I'm sure he's very kind to his mother.
Don't know his mother.
You're not going to make any trouble, are you, Mr. Bond'?
Let's face it, your reputation has preceded you.
- Do I look like I'd make trouble? - Well, yes, frankly.
You'll jeopardize the tourist trade if you start going around killing people.
Nigel, please, just go back to your desk.
Find out where Largo's boat is at the moment.
Call me later. I'll be at my hotel.
Jolly good. I'll get on to that at once.
And take full advantage of the natural cover.
Is this the Flying Saucer?
[man] Yeah. It sailed this morning.
[boat engine whirring]
[screaming]
Oh!
How reckless of me. I made you all wet.
Yes, but my martini's still dry. My name's James.
Hello, James. I'm Fatima Blush.
You ski very well.
I do many things very well.
Oh, I'm sure you do.
What brings you to Nassau, James?
- I'm fishing. - For what?
Anything I can get.
I know the best waters.
I'd be very happy to show them to you.
Why would you want to do that'?
I'd like you to find what you're looking for.
I'm all yours.
Yes'?
[Fatima] James, would you come down, please?
Right away.
Ah! I think this should take care of you perfectly.
Oh, I'm sure it will.
You're marvelously well equipped.
Thank you, James.
So are you.
Thank you.
What exactly are we going down for'?
Sport.
And a little fun.
You...
You appear tense.
You affect me, James.
Well, that's bad.
Going down, one should always be relaxed.
Is it far to the reef?
It's far enough.
We've got time to kill.
[steady beeping]
[beeping continues]
[second beeping sound begins]
[beeping continues]
[soft beeping from device]
[steady beeping]
[boat engine above]
-[line whirring] - Oh!
- It's you. - You did say you'd catch me later.
[up-tempo island music plays]
[scatting to music]
Whoo! Whoo!
Oh, my God!
[up-tempo music plays]
Whoo!
-623 and... -728.
728.
Here you are. No messages.
[phone ringing]
- Hello'? {Nigel} Ah, Mr. Bond,
I finally tracked you down.
Small-Fawcett here. I hope I haven't caught you at an awkward moment.
No, not at all. Just be brief. I don't have too much time.
Just want you to know that I'm on top of things.
Largo's boat is en route for the south of France.
- Well done. - Oh, it was nothing, really.
If you're free tomorrow, why don't we go snorkeling?
- Sounds like a wonderful idea. - Oh, jolly good, Bond.
Because I wanted to discuss with you...
- What's that'? - Mr. Bond!
[crowd chattering excitedly]
Proof that we made the right decision.
- About what, darling? - Your place or mine.
Oh.
[woman speaks French over intercom]
I found a villa for us just where you wanted. It's perfect.
The Flying Saucer is anchored in the bay below.
And Q sent this.
Thank you.
- Gotcha! - Get down!
-[woman screams] -[chuckling]
- Felix! - Not bad. Not bad at all.
Nothing wrong with your reflexes. How you doing, buddy?
- What the hell are you doing here'? - CIA sent me to ride shotgun with you.
-326. - How do you do?
- Excuse my inexperience. Nicole. - I'm Felix Leiter. Enchanté.
Thank you. My car is right there.
I ran some checks in the Langley computer.
- Anything on Largo? - No, he's squeaky clean.
I must say, for once, your hunch was wrong, buddy.
- Oh! Algernon, right'? - Yes.
I had the first one of those things, and it blew up in my face.
A motorbike came for you from England. Here's the papers.
- What are you gonna do with this bike'? - I won't know until I test it.
It's gonna be your ass, James.
Thank you.
[dance music plays on boat]
Felix?
-[Felix] Yeah'? - Forget the soup.
- Feast your eyes on that. - What do you got here, James?
That's Largo's lady.
Her name is Domino-- Domino Petachi.
Petachi?
The air force officer killed in that car crash.
- Jack Petachi. -[Nicole] That's right.
He was her brother.
[Felix] Well, there's the man himself.
If he's got the bombs, you think he'd have them on his yacht'?
[James] Unlikely, but get some scuba gear.
- We'll check her out. -[Felix] Right.
Hm...
[woman speaking French]
Merci.
Welcome. I hope you enjoy our facilities.
Merci.
- Bonjour. - Bonjour, monsieur.
- Do you serve men here? - But of course.
Some men more than others.
-[medium-tempo song plays] -[women chattering]
Miss Petachi. No one told me you were here. I am sorry.
- You speak English, yes? - Yes. Quite well, in fact.
Now, hard or soft massage?
Hard, please.
Well, perhaps we should begin with your back.
L...
...don't believe we've seen you around here before.
No, I was on a boat.
Ah. And what boat would that be?
The Flying Saucer.
Oh, Mr. Largo's boat.
Yes. Do you know Mr. Largo?
Oh, I know of him.
I know he owns many beautiful things.
Hm. Yes, he's a very generous man, Mr. Largo.
I'm sure he is.
He's giving a charity ball tonight at the casino for children.
- What a worthy cause. - H m.
Perhaps I should attend.
I'd really like to ask you. I would.
But I'm afraid the guest list is very restricted. Sorry.
(Test la vie.
(Test la vie?
Such is life.
Hm.
That feels so good.
It certainly does.
Excuse me?
It certainly does need it.
You have slight lesions in the upper vertebrae.
Oh.
Could you go a little lower, please?
Lower?
Yes, please. Yes.
[Domino] Oh. Right there.
Oh, that feels so good.
- Bonjour. - Bonjour, monsieur.
I am sorry, mademoiselle. We are so very busy today.
- Where'd the masseur go'? - Who?
The man that was here?
The man I passed? He does not work here.
They'll never let you in. I'd better wait for you.
[James over radio] No, Nicole, you go back to the villa.
- Find that villa! - Oui, mademoiselle.
[classical music playing]
Monsieur? Wait a minute. You there.
[man grunting]
[coughing]
Shouldn't have the fish.
[woman speaks French]
You must have an unreasonable fear of gate-crashers...
...to carry this heavy artillery.
This bomb has a tiny gyroscope inside.
Any lateral movement on your part...
...and you could be served in an egg cup.
If you understand what's being explained to you, nod gently.
Good boy. Stay.
[overlapping chatter]
[chatter in French]
[video game sounds]
Hello again. I do owe you an explanation.
My name is Bond, James Bond.
May I offer you a drink'?
- Hard or soft? - Soft.
I'll have a double Bloody Mary with plenty of Worcestershire sauce.
Hate to think what you mean by hard. Vodka on the rocks for me.
[Fatima] I think you have lost her.
[Max] Do you actually imagine that I could lose a woman...
...to an underpaid British agent, yeah?
Yeah. And I warn you...
...if he's not executed at once, he'll have your Domino turned over.
Is it possible that you have bungled your attempts...
...because you want him... [chuckles]
-...for yourself, hmm? -[chuckles]
Maximilian. - Hmm?
Why torture yourself over that kind of woman?
Maybe one day you have to kill her, Fatima.
Your sense of humor is delicious.
What's your brother up to these days'?
He's on his way here. I can't wait to see him.
- How do you know my brother? -[Max] Hello.
You must be Mr. James Bond, right'?
Monsieur Largo.
Yes. Right.
Are you a man who enjoys games?
It depends with whom I'm playing.
[chuckles] Yeah. Shall we'?
Join us.
These are my friends.
They honor me by coming from all over the world...
...to lose their money for my favorite charity.
- And what might that be'? - Children. Orphan children.
So, here we are.
The game is called Domination. I designed it myself.
But my problem is, I've never yet found...
...a worthy adversary.
No doubt I shall disappoint you too.
We'll see.
Darling?
This game...
...has one objective: power.
We will be fighting for countries chosen at random by the machine.
But for this demonstration, I will choose France.
Target areas will light up on the map.
Whoever hits them first with his laser beam will score a point.
But there is another way to win.
With your left hand, you control two nuclear missiles.
With the right hand, you control a shield to block my missiles.
But if you fail, boom, I win the game. You will be red.
I will be blue. Are you ready?
Yes.
Begin.
[male computer voice] Thank you, gentlemen.
The eternal battle for the domination of the world begins.
We play for dollars.
Random target selection: Spain.
Value: $9,000.
PIHY-
[beeping]
Blue wins $9,000.
- It gave me a shock. -[Max chuckles] I'm sorry, I forgot.
Unlike armchair generals, we will share the pain of our soldiers...
...in the form of electric shocks.
One last point:
If you let go of the controls, you forfeit the game.
As you were unaware of this...
...we will begin again.
[computer voice] Reset. Thank you.
Random target selection: Japan. Value: $16,000.
- Play. - Excuse me. Excuse me.
[overlapping beeping in game]
[crowd murmuring]
Blue wins $16,000.
A lucky move on my part. Perhaps I didn't explain.
As the stakes increase, so does the level of pain. Rather like life.
We continue'?
Of course.
Good.
Eternal battle for the domination of the world begins.
Random target selection: the United States.
Value: $42,000.
PIHY-
Red pain level at 50 percent.
Danger level. Repeat: danger level.
60 percent.
65 percent.
Red pain level: 80 percent.
Danger. Danger.
Danger.
Domino.
-[crowd chattering] - Excuse me.
Are you all right?
Fine.
You lost $58,000.
It goes, of course, to my charity.
I think it's better if we don't continue.
Can we play one more game for the rest of the world?
Win or lose?
You know what that could mean.
Yes.
Good.
Best of luck.
- You too. {computer voice] Final game.
Remaining countries of the world.
Value: $325,000.
PIHY-
Blue missile destroyed. Blue pain level: 50 percent.
Danger level. Repeat: danger level.
Second blue missile destroyed.
Blue pain level: 55 percent. Danger.
- Max. .. -65 percent.
Blue pain level: 70 percent.
- Pain level at 80 percent. - Max.
85 percent. Danger. Danger. Danger.
Ah!
[crowd murmuring]
Excuse me.
It seems I underestimated you.
$267,000.
I'll settle for one dance with Domino.
So...
...do you lose as gracefully as you win?
I wouldn't know. I've never lost.
This game has been played, and I have lost. That's it.
- He's never gone this far before. - He's certifiable.
- A tango, yes? - Oui, monsieur.
[Max speaks foreign language]
[orchestra plays tango music]
What is it you're after'?
- In part, it's about your brother. - What about my brother'?
Did you know that your brother was working for Largo?
[Domino] That's impossible. Jack is in the U.S. Air Force.
[James] That's precisely why Largo used him.
- Your brother's dead. {Qaspsl
Keep dancing.
Largo's the prime suspect.
Your brother was used and then eliminated.
[inaudible dialogue]
They move well together, don't they?
Today, you have another chance.
This time, you'd better not fail.
Number 12.
[humming indistinctly]
{Qaspingl -[chuckles] Excellent.
-[orchestra stops playing] - You dance amazingly well, Mr. Bond.
It's Domino, really. She's such a pleasure to follow.
I know. I'd love to have you for lunch.
If you are still around tomorrow, why don't you join us on our boat?
- Tomorrow's not good for me. -[Max] Why?
I'm going to pick up Jack.
No, that's not possible. Jack phoned earlier to say he's been delayed again.
At least for another week. Maybe two.
/[up-tempo dance music plays] "Bye-bye.
Thank you very much.
[moaning]
[door clattering]
Nicole?
-[James whispers] Nicole. -[sound of running footsteps]
[giggling]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[bicycle bell jingling]
Don't touch him! He's mine!
[tires squealing]
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Ha!
-[tires squealing] -[engine revving]
Imbecile!
[tires squealing]
-[motorcycle crashing] -[groaning]
[Fatima, voice echoing] Hold it!
Sit up.
Your gun.
Carefully.
Over here.
Spread your legs.
Good. Very good.
You're quite a man, Mr. James Bond...
...but I am a superior woman.
Guess where you get the first one?
- Well, in view of your hatred of men-- - Liar!
You know that making love to Fatima was the greatest pleasure of your life.
Well, to be perfectly honest,
-there was this girl in Philadelphia-- - Shut up!
I am the best.
Yes. Yes, you're right.
In fact, I was going to put you in my memoirs as number one.
Right.
Write!
Now write this:
The greatest rapture in my life was afforded me in a boat in Nassau...
...by Fatima Blush.
Signed, James Bond, 007.
I just remembered.
It's against service policy for agents to give out endorsements.
Write!
[pen clicking]
Right now?
Right now.
-[sirens wailing in distance] -[chuckling]
[maniacal laughter]
[tires squealing outside]
-[car doors slamming] - Not perfected yet.
[running footsteps]
[man shouting in French]
Good show, James. Q actually came through, didn't he?
- How long have you been here? - Long enough.
Long enough for what?
To see how you handled the lady. You did rather well.
-[gate opening] -[men shouting]
Come on, this way.
[chaotic chatter]
[speaking French]
[loud mechanical noise]
[man] Monsieur Largo is waiting for you, sir.
Of course. Thank you.
This way, sir.
[Max speaking French]
Hello.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- You are a bit early for lunch. - I know. It's rather embarrassing.
Prepare for departure. [speaks French]
Steward, get some clothes for my guest.
I'm overwhelmed.
I'm invited for lunch and given a cruise.
- Why? You had other plans? - No, not at all. I'm at your disposal.
- Of course. Cigarette? - No, not today, thank you.
So, a drink?
Vodka martini?
Of course.
This is my situation room. From here, the world comes to me.
You could run a small government from here.
Oh, no, I hope to run a large government from here.
- What's your latest venture'? - Oil. It's a new departure for me.
Besides of which, all my other enterprises are of little consequence.
Well, if it's that big, let's hope it doesn't blow up in your face.
[chuckles] Mr. Bond.
Excuse me, I have work to do. Time is money.
By the way, the staterooms are aft.
Don't forget: 12:00, lunch.
Mr. Bond?
Enjoy the ship.
Mr. Bond!
There's some fresh clothes in your cabin, sir. Follow me.
Thank you.
[silent mouthing]
- What happened to my brother'? - Shh.
-[quietly] Why are you here? -[whispers] Just trust me.
[dance music playing]
[dance music continues on speakers]
[volume increases]
[inaudible conversation]
[altering volume levels]
"Tears of Allah." Does that mean anything to you?
[conversation remains indistinct]
This is it. He gave it to me.
- He said it was very valuable. -[James] It doesn't look it.
Have you any idea where we're heading?
North Africa. He's got a house. A place called Palmyra.
[music continues loudly, conversation inaudible]
[James] Somehow, I've got to transmit a message out of here.
It could be risky, but I'm going to need your help.
What do you want me to do'?
I'm going to kiss you. I want you to respond as if you liked it.
Now, I'm doing this for two very good reasons.
One: because I'm hoping to provoke a reaction.
And the other one?
Because I always wanted to.
[alarm blaring]
[dance music continues]
[dance music continues over speakers]
-[music stops] -[alarm continues blaring]
[man over intercom] False alarm. False alarm.
All crew, return to stations.
We've just picked up a message from one of our ships in the Med.
- I think it's from Bond, sir. - About time.
Yes, he used our emergency code, "Tango Zebra."
"Heading North Africa, Palmyra."
- Palmyra? Where is that? - Haven't a clue, sir.
Well, find out about it, will you?
I'll do my best, sir.
North Africa.
- Quite impressive, huh'? - Very.
That's my retreat, where I can escape and enjoy all my treasures.
How do you like your new home...
---mV princess?
Bond, the game is over. Take him away.
[speaking foreign language]
That belonged to Napoleon's empress.
That is my greatest treasure.
Take it'? Take it.
But be careful!
That is your...
...wedding present.
You betrayed me.
But I forgive you.
What about my brother'?
Your brother.
I hate you. I hate you.
[struggling grunts]
{Qaspingl -Oh, Domino, Domino...
You're crazy.
Yeah, maybe I'm crazy.
[whistling waltz-style tune]
[speaking foreign language]
[door creaking open]
[bird shrieking]
[Max] What a wonderful view.
You'll see.
Every game has to have a winner, so...
Ciao, be//0.
- Largo. - Bond.
In that case, where did you hide the bombs?
[chuckling] You still think of escape'?
I must say, I admire your spirit.
Well...
Bomb number one is right under the president's feet...
...in Washington, D.C.
- And number two'? - Numb...
You were a very good secret agent.
Really.
Bye.
I'm sure this will amuse you.
[tango music plays]
Good-bye, Domino.
[increasing volume]
[music continues outside]
[beeping]
[galloping hoofbeats]
-[shouting] -[music stops]
[speaking foreign language]
[men murmuring]
[man continues in foreign language]
[bird shrieking]
[foreign chatter continues]
-[men reacting, murmuring] -[grunting]
-[men laughing] -[shouting in foreign language]
Cover it up.
-[bird shrieking] -[iron clanging]
[man screaming]
[water splashing]
[foreign chatter continues]
[whinnyiﬂg]
[screaming]
[overlapping shouts]
Igunshoﬂ
[shouting]
[overlapping chatter]
[screaming]
- Hold on! - Whoa! What are you doing'?
[yelling]
[Domino screaming]
Igunshoﬂ
[chatter in foreign language]
[missile whistling]
[shouting]
Bond, you're a hard man to keep up with.
Clear the line to Washington, Felix. That's where the first bomb is.
[James] It was never like this when I was in the navy.
[Domino screaming]
Here we are.
What's the matter'?
You're going back after Largo, aren't you?
Well, I have to.
- I want him as much as you do. - Probably more.
I can understand your hating him.
Well, maybe I don't hate him enough to risk losing you.
I don't want to risk losing me either.
Hold me.
[man] Commander Bond, the Washington bomb has been located and defused.
Now, sir, from London, your chief wants to speak to you.
This is M! We've cracked the code for disarming the warheads...
...but we've only got five hours to find the second bomb.
Now, as you perfectly well know, I have absolute confidence in you and--
That's what kept me going, sir.
[M] Bond, all right, then, I'll be brief with you.
I know you've got your hands full.
If you should come through this fearful ordeal unscathed...
I'd like to offer you lunch at my club.
Over.
That's a thrilling prospect, sir...
...but if I do get through this...
[silent mouthing]
...I may have other plans.
-[man 1] Steady at 300. -[man 2] Steady at 300.
-[man 2] There she is, sir. -[man 1] What's she reading?
[man 2] Seven fathoms, sir.
[man 1] No way we can get in there. Water's too shallow.
Nothing. Nothing moving on board.
AWAC surveillance reports no sightings on shore.
[James] Now why did Largo anchor here?
Your pendant. Give it to me.
This is the Tears of Allah.
The story goes that the prophet wept, and his tears made a well.
The contours are the same. The diamond must mark a place.
That would be about here.
Right where the oil fields begin.
Sir, there is underwater activity in the area.
- Check the area for underwater caves. - Right, sir.
Sonar signals do indicate a cavity below sea level...
...at 015 degrees.
[man] Hm. There's an underground river right there.
Commander Pederson, are you equipped with the new XT-7Bs?
That's top secret. How do you know about them?
From a Russian translation of one of your service manuals.
Sorry about that.
[man] Ports open.
Fire one! Fire two!
Good track.
[bubbles churning]
[indistinct chatter]
[Max] Be careful of the housing.
Watch it!
[speaking foreign language]
[thud echoing through corridor]
[overlapping chatter nearby]
-[chatter continues] -[tools clanging]
-[James] I've got to go in. -[Felix] We don't have much time.
[James] Give the sub our position, and get some help.
[Felix] Right.
-[tools clanging] -[men chattering]
Kovacs? Kovacs, come.
Yeah, that is the right way.
-[man] Well done, Dr. Kovacs. - Go ahead, go ahead.
When the warhead is ready for its final voyage...
...we will drink a toast.
There is nothing left that can stop us anymore.
The guide rope. Keep the tension.
[stone grating]
[Max] The Tears of Allah. [chuckles]
Sweet. Like money.
For centuries this has been a monument to power.
But nothing like what we now possess, huh, Kovacs?
[men chattering]
[stone grating softly]
[men shouting]
[rock fall echoing]
Everybody, under cover! You, get up there!
[overlapping chatter]
[man screaming]
[rapid gunfire continues]
[man] Leiter, stay down!
What took you so long'? Hold up on the heavy stuff. Bond is still in there!
[rapid gunfire continues nearby]
It's armed.
[rapid gunfire]
[booming]
[rapid gunfire continues]
Largo got away with the warhead! Call down a chopper!
- I'm going to try the oasis! Good luck! - Bond's clear!
We're moving in!
[men shouting]
- Ahh... There you are. - I always have a martini at 5:00.
[chuckling] You'll never give up your old habits, James.
No, you're wrong. Those days are over.
Oh...
[gate squeaking]
[man shouting]
- Oh! - Oh, no.
Sorry, Mr. Bond. I obviously caught you at a bad moment.
M sent you.
Only to plead for your return, sir.
M says that without you in the service, he fears for the security...
...of the civilized world.
- Never again. - Never'?
[I Lani Hall: "Never Say Never Again"]
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