Never Say Never Again Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Never Say Never Again Script





 You walk in a room



 A woman can feel the heat



 One look is a guarantee



 Nights could be long and sweet



 The message is clear



 Like nothing I've ever known



 But from all that I hear



 Forget about long-range plans



 Cos this man's got his own



 To get mixed up with

 a man who says never



 May be big trouble, but then



 I just could be the woman to take you



 And make you never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 You've got all the moves



 Ah, but baby I got 'em too



 No matter your attitude or your mood



 I'll come through



 The touch of your voice



 The feel of your eyes on me



 You leave me no choice



 Though I know there's danger there



 I don't care, let it be



 To get in bed with

 a man who says never



 May have no future, but then



 I just could be the woman to reach you



 And teach you to never say never again



 I'll bet you, I'll get you



 I'll reach you, I'll teach you



 I'll take you, I'll make you



One minute,    seconds, sir.



- Not too shabby, sir.

- But dead,    . Dead!



You should have studied

the plot more carefully.



Fanatical revolutionaries

kidnap a millionaire's daughter.



Of course she could have been

brainwashed. Could have turned.



- Evidently she did.

- With due respect, sir,



I played for two weeks

and I only got killed once.



Twice. The land mine

on the Black Sea beach.



Correction, sir:

I lost both legs. I did not die.



You were immobilised.



It can never be the same

playing with blanks.



It  is somewhat different in the field.



With your life on the line, you...

Well, your adrenaline gives you an edge.



Is your edge sharp? That's the difference

between a double-  and a corpse.



Since you took over, sir,

you've had little use for the double- s.



I've spent most of my time teaching,



- not doing.

- Oh, I'll make you 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.



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,    .



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.



Do be careful.



- Welcome to Shrublands, sir.

- Thank you.



My word. They don't make them

like this any more.



- 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 re-educate you.



I want t o open your mind to the virtues

of nutrition, proper exercise, meditation



and, hopefully, spiritual enlightenment.



I'd like you to see the iridologist at four,

have a colonic at five



and then you can cut along to the

light-dining room for a cup of parsley tea.



Mr Bond, I need a urine sample.

If you could fill this beaker for me...



From here?






- Box      and quickly, please.

 - Ah, oui. S uivez-moi.



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 is 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 an exact replica of

 that of the president of the United S tates.



 He will soon be moved to

 a convalescent clinic near London.



 I have chosen Number   

 to have the responsibility



 of taking the most tender loving care



 of Captain Jack Petachi.



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 believe I'm having you in half an hour.



- Oh, splendid! Your room or mine?

- Mine.



That's it. OK, now just move back

on the couch for me, please. That's it.



Let's have this arm on the shoulder.

This one... no, underneath there. Good.



OK, now just relax.



Yes, there are slight lesions

of the thoracic vertebrae.



Now, if you just hold still...



Yes. Some sacroiliac strain

at the base of the spine.



There  is a more beneficial

therapy for a man's lower back.



- Oh, really?

- Mm.



And what might that be?



I thought I'd... surprise you, James.



Well, you have. Come in.



No, no. I can't come in. You know 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.






 In question time

 at the House of Commons,



 the minister said that local authorities

 should be given far wider...



Jack's been smoking again!



Jack was ordered not to smoke.



Smoking is dirty.



It gets into Jack's eye.



Jack must do as he's told if he wants

his fast cars and his pretty clothes.



- And if he wants to keep his sister alive...

- You leave Domin o out of this!



Mmm. James?



Get up!



Now let's just take a look, shall we?



Ah! Very good.



With a contact lens

both eyes will look exactly the same.



Now, darling must do

his little trickie in eight seconds.



Then nursie will give baby his candy.






P... three... four... one...



Come on, Jack!



- Oh, damn!

- Try it again, darling!



- Who's that?

- A man!



- At the window!

- Don't move.



- Did he see you?

- I don't know.



I guess he could have.



- Do you know him?

- Oh, yes!






Good morning, Mr Bond. 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!



I'll be done in a minute.



Heavy, Mr Bond?



Let's try again.



 Through the defensive walls...



 He shoots... It's there!



You lunatics!



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 large chunk of my meagre

budget to renovating the establishment!



- A man  didtry to kill me, sir.

- Caught you seducing his wife, did he?



No, sir, not at all. But I lost four pounds

and God knows how many free radicals.



That is the kind of attitude

that tempts me to suspend you,    !



This test assesses 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!

- S tand by.



 Countdown is go for dummy-warhead

 loading and B-  flight.



 Let's hope we never

 have to use the real thing.



All right, men, this is it.

Let's make it a good one.



 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...

- Come on!



 - four... three... two...

- Come on!



 one. Thank you.



 Presidential authority is confirmed

 for change of test procedure.



 Dummy warheads will be replaced

 by W-   thermonuclear device.



 Have a nice day.









No! No!



Ooh, my poor angel!



My sweet baby!



Mr Kovacs, how much longer?



They're coming. They're almost in range.



S afety offiicer to base. Radar confirms

 both missiles on descent trajectory.



What the hell's going on here?

They've got maximum thrust.



 About to cross minimum cruise height.



 - Descending below minimum height...

- Damn! We've lost 'em!



We've got them!



 - Well, Kovacs?

- The fish are netted.



Put them on ice.



I am supreme commander of SPECTRE,



the Special Executive

for Counterintelligence,



Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion.



 Yesterday morning the American air force



 launched two cruise missiles

 from S wadley air base in Great Britain.



 Through the ingenuity of S PECTRE,

 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 organisation,



 amounting to   %of your respective

 countries' annual oil purchases.



 We have accomplished two of the

 functions the name S PECTRE embodies:



 terror and extortion.



 If our demands are not met within seven

 days, we shall ruthlessly deploy the third:






That would be $   billion a year!






This would destabilise

the monetary system!



I call this meeting t o order!



The foreign secretary wishes

to address you! Lord Ambrose.



Gentlemen, we are faced

with the ultimate nightmare:



the abduction of nuclear warheads.



But how is this possible?



Up to now, our procedures

relating to nuclear hardware



have been absolutely foolproof.



I hope the American government realises

its awesome responsibility in this matter!



NATO has a joint responsibility

to solve this problem.



But if this 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!



I know your feelings, M,

but I insist you reactivate the double- s.



As you wish, sir.



 Maximillian Largo, born Bucharest,     .



 Industrialist and philanthropist.



 Resident Nassau, Bahamas.

 No known criminal associations.



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.



- Morning, gentlemen.

- Morning!



- The latest reports? Everything OK?

- Yes, sir.



- Morning.

- Morning, Charles.



In secret, the Americans are

trying to trace the missile



on their eastern seaboard.



The other allegedly threatens

the oilfields 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.



It would be a sort of ripple effect.



What's the Americans' story

on how the damn things were stolen?



The release of ALCMs

has to come from the president.



Even that has safeguards. It can only be

authorised after a scan of his right eye.



The only irregularity is that

a communications officer



unofficially left the base at the time

of 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?



 OK, let's run through

 that routine from yesterday.



- Let's go again.

- OK.



Four, five, six, seven, down.






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.



- Look. Look.

- Oh, Max!



- What is it?

- It's very old.






- What's the inscription?

- Arabic. "The Tears of Allah."



The story is that the prophet wept

for the barrenness of the desert



- and his tears made a well.

- Mmm.



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.






- And you trust me to wear it?

- A safer place I couldn't imagine.



And what if I ever leave you?



No, really!



Then I cut your throat.



Nice to know even old Q can surprise

one of you double- s occasionally.






Not quite perfected yet.



You could write a very

binding contract with this.



Yeah, I wish  I had a new contract.

They've slashed my budget.



You can't get the spare parts. And when

you can, some strike stops delivery.



And look at this place!

They keep it bloody freezing down here!



Plays havoc with my sinuses.



We're both humble servants of the Crown.



If the CIA made me an offer,

I'd be off like a shot.



Unlimited resources, air conditioning,



   flavours 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.






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 awfully dull round here.



Bureaucrats running the place,

things 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 going to

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.



- It's for my sinus.

- Well, I won't need one where I'm going.



Where's that,

or are you not allowed to say?



- The Bahamas.

- Lucky bloody you!



- Oh, sorry!

- That's perfectly all right.



- What are you hoping to catch?

- Something about  ' ",    lb,



- with brown eyes.

- Well, why bother going to sea?



- Let me help you.

- Mr Bond!



- I say, Mr Bond!

- Catch you later, perhaps.






Nigel Small-Fawcett,

British Embassy, Nassau.



- How do you do, Nigel?

- Sorry I'm late.



As you're an undercover johnny, I took

the precaution of not being followed.



That's why you shouted

my name across the harbour?



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 here.



Enormously wealthy.

Owns the biggest boat in the Caribbean.



Spends a lot of his 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?



Let's face it,

your reputation has preceded you.



- Do I look like I would make trouble?

- Well, yes, frankly.



You'll jeopardise the tourist trade

if you go 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 onto that at once.



And take full advantage

of the natural cover.



- Is this  The Flying S aucer?

- Yeah. It sailed this morning.






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.



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 do that?



I'd like you to find what you're looking for.



I'm all yours.



- Yes?

- 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 marvellously 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.



- It's you!

- Well, you did say you'd catch me later.



Oh, my God!



-     and...

-    .






Here you are. No messages.



- Hello?

 - Mr Bond! I've 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.



I've found out that 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 snorkelling?



- Sounds a wonderful idea.

 - Oh, jolly good, Bond!



 Because I was wanting

 to discuss with you...



- What's that?

- Mr Bond?



- Proof that we made the right decision.

- About what, darling?



Your place or mine.



I found a villa for us

just where you wanted. It's perfect!



 The Flying S aucer is

anchored in the bay below.



And Q sent this.



Thank you.



- Gotcha!

- Get down!



- Felix!

- Not bad.



Not bad at all. Nothin' wrong with

your reflexes. How you doin', buddy?



- What the hell are you doing here?

- CIA sent me to ride shotgun with you.



-    .

- 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.



- Ho-ho! Algernon, right?

- Yes.



I had the first one of those,

and it blew up in my face.



A motorbike came for you

from England. Here's the papers.



- What are you gonna do with it?

- I'll know when I test it.



It's gonna be your ass, James.



Thank you!



- Felix!

- Yeah?



Forget the soup.



- Feast your eyes on that.

- What've 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.

- That's right. He was her brother.



Well, there's the man himself.



If he's got the bombs, do you think

he'd have them on his yacht?



Unlikely. But get some scuba gear.

We'll check her out.



- Right.

- Hmm.



 Oui. On a tout ce que vous voulez.



 Bon. Au revoir, madame.



 Merci. Welcome to the  Centre de la S anté.

I hope you enjoy our facilities.






 - Bonjour.

 - Bonjour, monsieur.



- Do you serve men here?

- But of course.



Some men more than others.



Miss Petachi! N o one told me

you were here. I  am sorry.



- You speak English, yes?

- Yes. Quite well, in fact.



Now... Hard or soft massage?



Oh, hard, please.



Well, perhaps we should

begin with your back.



I... don't believe we've seen

you around here before.



No, I was on a boat.



Ah. And what boat would that be?



- Oh,  The Flying S aucer.

- Oh!



- Mr Largo's boat.

- Yes. Do you know Mr Largo?



Oh, I know  of him.



I know he owns many beautiful things.



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.

- Mm.



Perhaps I should attend.



I'd really like to ask you. I would.



But I'm afraid the guest list

is very restricted. I'm sorry.



 C'est la vie.



 C'est la vie?



Such is life.



Such is life.



Mm, that feels so good!



It certainly does.



Excuse me?



It certainly does need it. You have...



slight lesions in the upper vertebrae.









Could you go a little lower, please?



- Lower?

- Yes, please.






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, the masseur.

- The man I pass? He does not work here.



They'll never let you in.

I'd better wait for you.



 No, Nicole. Go back to the villa.



- Find that villa!

 - Oui, mademoiselle.



 Monsieur? Wait a minute! You there!



I shouldn't have the fish.



You must have an unreasonable fear of

gatecrashers 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.



Hello again. I d o owe you an explanation.



My name is Bond. James Bond.



May I offer you a drink?



- Hard or soft?

- Soft.



A double Bloody Mary with

plenty of Worcestershire sauce.



I hate to think what you mean

by hard. Vodka on the rocks.



I think you have lost her.



Do you imagine that I could lose a woman

to an underpaid British agent?  Ja?



 Ja. 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...



for yourself? Hm?



Maximillian, why torture yourself

over that kind of woman?



Maybe one day

you have to kill her, Fatima.



Your sense of humour is delicious.



What's your brother up to these days?



He's on his way here.

Oh, I can't wait to see him.



- How do you know my brother?

- 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.



 Ja. Shall we?



Join us.



These are my friends. They honoured me

by coming from all over the world



to give money to my favourite charity.



- And what might that be?

- 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.






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 points.



But there is another way to win.



With the 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?









 Thank you, gentlemen. Eternal battle

 for the domination of the world begins.



- We play for dollars.

 - Random target selection: S pain.



 Value: $    .






 Blue wins $    .



- It gave me a shock.

- Oh, 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.



 Reset. Thank you.



 Random target selection: Japan.

 Value: $     .



 - Play.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.



 Blue wins $     .



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.






 Eternal battle for

 the domination of the world begins.



 Random target selection:

 the United S tates.



 Value: $     . Play.



 Red pain level at   %.



 Danger level. Repeat. Danger level.









 Red pain level:   %.



 Danger. Danger.









Excuse me.



Are you all right?






You lost $     .



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?









- Best of luck.

- You too.



 Final game.

 Remaining countries of the world.



 Value: $      .






 Blue missile destroyed.

 Blue pain level:   %.



 Danger level. Repeat. Danger level.



S econd blue missile destroyed.



 Blue pain level:   %. Danger.



- Max!

-    %.



 Blue pain level:   %.



-  Pain level at   %.

- Max!



   %. Danger. Danger.



- Max!

-  Danger.



Excuse me.



It seems I underestimated you.



$      .



I'll settle for one dance with Domino.






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.



What is it you're after?



- In part, it's about your brother.

- What about my brother?



Did you know he was working for Largo?



That's impossible.

Jack is in the US air force.



That's precisely why Largo used him.



Your brother's dead.



Keep dancing. Largo is the prime suspect.



Your brother was used and eliminated.



They move well together, don't they?



Today you have another chance.



This time you'd better not fail.



Number   .






- You dance amazingly well, Mr Bond.

- Oh, 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.

- Why?



- I'm going to pick up Jack.

- That's not possible.



Jack phoned earlier to say

he'd been delayed again.



At least for another week, maybe two.






Thank you very much.









Don't touch him! He's mine!



Come on, come on!






 Quel homme imbécile!



Hold it!



Sit up.



Your gun.






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.



All right.






Now write this...



The greatest rapture in my life was

afforded me in a boat in Nassau



by Fatima Blush.



Signed, James Bond,






I just remembered.

It's against service policy



- for agents to give out endorsements.

- Write!



Right now?



Right now.



Not perfected yet?!



 Eh, vous, là-bas, arrêtez!



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.



Come on! This way!



 Allez! Un, deux.



 Un, deux.



 Un, deux...



Monsieur Largo is waiting for you, sir.



But of course. Thank you.



This way, sir.



 Permission de partir? Oui. Dans quel

 direction? Par là ou par là? A droite. Oui.






Good morning.

You are a bit early for lunch.



- I know. It's rather embarrassing.

- Prepare for departure.



- 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.






- A drink?

- A vodka martini?



Of course.



This is my situation room.

From here, the world comes to me.



- You could run a small government.

- Oh, no, I could run a large government.



- What's your latest venture?

- Oil.



A new departure, besides which my other

enterprises are of little consequence.



Well, if it's that big, let's hope

it doesn't blow up in your face.



Mr Bond! Excuse me.



I have work to do. Time is money.



By the way, the staterooms are aft.



Don't forget...    o'clock... lunch.



Mr Bond...



Enjoy the ship.



Mr Bond!



There's fresh clothes in your cabin.



- If you'd like to follow me...

- Thank you.



What happened to my brother?



- Why are you here?

- Just trust me.



"The Tears of Allah."

Does that mean anything to you?



This is it.



He gave it to me.



- He said it was very valuable.

- It doesn't look it.



Have you any idea where we're heading?



North Africa. He's got a house,

a place called Palmyra.



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.



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.



 False alarm! False alarm!



 All crew return to stations.



We've had a message from one of our

ships in the Med. I think it's from Bond.



- About time.

- He used 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, my princess?



Bond, the game is over. Take him away.



 Et doucement!



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.



And what about my brother?



Your brother...



I hate you. I hate you.



Oh, Domino!



- Domino!

- You're crazy.



 Ja, maybe...



I'm crazy.



What a wonderful view.



You'll see.



Every game has to have a winner.






 Ciao, bello!



- Largo.

- Bond.



In that case,

where did you hide the bombs?



You still think of escape?

I must say, I admire your spirit.






Bomb number one is

right under the president's feet...



in Washington DC.



And number two?



You were a very good secret agent.









I'm sure this will amuse you.



Goodbye, Domino.



Cover it up.



- Hold on!

- Whoa! What are you doing?






- You're a hard man to keep up with!

- Clear the line to Washington, Felix.



That's where the first bomb is.



It was never like this

when  I was in the navy.



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 you hating him.



Well, maybe... maybe I don't hate him

enough to risk losing you.



But I don't want to risk losing me, either.



 Commander Bond,

 the Washington bomb has been 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 I...



- That's what kept me going, sir.

 - 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,



I may have other plans.



- Steady at    .

- Steady at    .



There she is, sir!



- What's she reading?

- Seven fathoms, sir.



No way we can get in there.

The water's too shallow.



Nothing. Nothing moving on board.



AWAC surveillance reports

no sightings on shore.



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 oilfields begin!



Sir, there is underwater

activity in the area.



Check the area for underwater caves.



Sonar signals do indicate a cavity

below sea level at     degrees.



There's an underground river there.



Commander Pederson,

are you equipped with the new XT- Bs?



That's top secret.

How do you know about them?



From a Russian translation

of one of your service manuals.



Sorry about that.



 Ports open.



 Fire one!



 Fire two!



 Cut track.



Be careful of the housing.



Watch it!



I've got to go in.



We don't have much time.



Give the sub our position

and get some help.



Kovacs? Kovacs? Come.



Here, look.



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

that can stop us any more.



The guide rope! Keep the tension!



The Tears of Allah.



Sweet, like money.



For years, it has been

a monument to power,



but nothing like what we

now possess. Huh, Kovacs?



Everybody stay undercover!

You, get up there!



Leiter, stay down!



What took you so long? Hold up on

the heavy stuff. Bond is still in there!



It's armed.



Largo got away with the warhead.



Call down a chopper.

I'm going to try the oasis. Good luck.



Bond's clear! We're movin' in!



Ah! There you are.



I always have a martini at five.



You'll never give up

your old habits, James.



No, you're wrong. Those days are over.






Oh, no.



I'm sorry, Mr Bond.

Obviously caught you at a bad moment.



- M sent you.

- Only to plead for your return, sir.



M says without you in the service



he fears for the security

of the civilised world.



- Never again.

- Never?



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 You walk in a room



 A woman can feel the heat



 One look is a guarantee



 Nights could be long and sweet



 The message is clear



 Like nothing I've ever known



 But from all that I hear



 Forget about long-range plans



 Cos this man's got his own



 To get mixed up with

 a man who says never



 May be big trouble, but then



 I just could be the woman to take you



 And make you never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 Never, never say never again



 You've got all the moves



 Ah, but baby I got 'em too



 No matter your attitude or your mood



 I'll come through



 The touch of your voice



 The feel of your eyes on me



 You leave me no choice



 Though I know there's danger there



 I don't care, let it be



 To get in bed with

 a man who says never



 May have no future, but then



 I just could be the woman to reach you



 And teach you to never say never again



 I'll bet you, I'll get you



 I'll reach you, I'll teach you



 I'll take you, I'll make you


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