Dr. No

## Three blind mice in a row #

# Three blind mice, there they go #

# Marching down the street, single file #

# To a calypso beat all the while #

# They're looking for the cat #

# The cat that swallowed the rat #

# the attitude of three blind mice #

# Three blind mice, here and there #

# Three blind mice, everywhere #

# Searching all around for the cat #

# All over Kingston town, pit-a-pat #

# They got the carving knife #

# To cut the p*ssy cat's life #

# The puss will get that knife for trifling #

# The three blind mice #

# Oh, the mice... ##

That's it. 100 honours, and 90 below.

Nicely done, Strangways.|I have to give it to you.

I must leave you for a few minutes.|Order a round on my chit, Professor.

Right.

Damn it all!|Must you always break off at this time?

My managing director's a creature of|habit. I get a call every day at this time.

Hurry back before the cards get cold.

Same again.

Bless you, master.

- Hurry, man! Hurry!|- Get away, quick!

W6N... W6N... W6N.

Calling G7W.

How do you hear me? Over.

Receiving you. Over.

Stand by to transmit.

Wait. Out.

Here.

Hello, W6N. Report my signals.

Report my signals. Over.

Hello, W6N. Over.

Foreman of signals - urgent.

Get me the Ml6 radio security control.

What is it?

W6N, Jamaica. Broken contact, sir,|during a routine transmission.

Broken or faded?

Broken.|The carrier wave is still established.

- And the emergency frequencies?|- No joy on either. I'm still calling.

Keep trying.|Let me know when they come up.

Hello, W6N? W6N?|Report my signals. Over.

Foreman of signals, sir.|Jamaica's broken off mid-transmission.

No, sir. It's not a technical fault.

Yes, sir.

Will you tell him, sir?

Very good.

- Excuse me, sir. Are you a member?|- No, I'm looking for Mr James Bond.

- What name should I say, sir?|- Just give him my card, will you?

Would you like to leave your coat|over there, sir?

- Suivi.

- Carte.

Sept la banque.

- Banco suivi.

- Carte.

Huit la banque.

- C'est suivi.

- Oui, madame. Changeur, s'il vous plat.

- Carte.

- Neuf la banque.|- I need another thousand.

I admire your courage, Miss... uh...?

Trench. Sylvia Trench.

I admire your luck, Mr...?

Bond.

James Bond.

Mr Bond, I suppose you wouldn't|care to... um... raise the limit?

I have no objections.

Pas possible, madame. Ce n'est pas lgal.

- C'est suivi, monsieur.

Looks like you're out to get me.

It's an idea, at that.

- Huit la banque.

Neuf la banque.

- Excuse me, sir.|- Thank you.

Andr, I must pass the shoe.

I hope you'll forgive me,|but it's most important.

Thank you.

Have those changed, will you?

Too bad you have to go.|Just as things were getting interesting.

Yes.

Tell me, Miss Trench, do you play any|other games? Besides "chemin de fer"?

Hmm. Golf,

amongst other things.

- Tomorrow afternoon, then.|- Tomorrow? Let me see...

And, uh, we could have dinner|afterwards, perhaps?

Sounds tempting.

May I, um,

let you know in the morning?

Splendid.

My number's on the card.

See if he's there, will you?

James, where on earth have you been?|I've been searching London for you!

He'll see you in a minute.

Moneypenny!

What gives?

Me. Given an ounce of encouragement.

You never take "me" to dinner|looking like this, James.

You never take me to dinner. Period.

I would, you know. Only M|would have me court-martialled for

illegal use of government property.

Flattery will get you nowhere.|But don't stop trying.

- Now...|- What's all this to-do about?

Strangways. And it looks serious.

We've been burning the air between|here and Jamaica for three hours.

Oh. In you go.

Don't forget to write.

Good evening, sir.

It happens to be 3am.

When do you sleep, 007?

Never on the firm's time, sir.

Sit down.

Jamaica went off the air tonight,

in the middle of the opening procedure.|We've checked and...

Strangways has disappeared.

So has his secretary.|A new girl. We'd only just sent her out.

Was Strangways on something... special?

He was checking|an enquiry from the Americans.

They complained about interference|with their Cape Canaveral rockets.

They think it comes|from the Jamaica area.

- Does "toppling" mean anything to you?|- A little.

It's throwing the gyroscopic controls|of a guided missile off balance with a...

a radio beam or something.

Five million dollars' worth of missile|aimed at a spot in the South Atlantic,

but finishing up in the Brazilian jungle,|is bad enough.

Now they're gonna try orbiting a rocket|round the moon.

The American CIA sent a man down|to work with Strangways.

- A fellow called Leiter. Do you know him?|- I've heard of him. Never met him.

Has he found out anything important?

Better ask "him". You're booked|on the 7 o'clock plane to Kingston.

That gives you exactly|three hours, 22 minutes.

Armourer.

You'll get a set of background papers|at the airport, in a self-destructor bag.

You can study them during the flight.

I want to know|what's happened to Strangways.

Sir.

Take off your jacket.

Give me your gun.

Yes, I thought so. This damn Beretta|again. I've told you about this before.

You tell him - for the last time.

Nice and light - in a lady's handbag.

No stopping power.

Any comments, 007?

I disagree, sir.

I've used a Beretta for ten years.|I've never missed with it yet.

Maybe not, but it jammed on your last job|and you spent six months in hospital.

A double-O number means you're|licensed to kill, not get killed.

And another thing.

Since I've been head of Ml6, there's been|a 40% drop in double-O casualties.

I want it to stay that way.|You'll carry the Walther.

Unless you'd prefer to go back|to standard intelligence duties?

No, sir. I would not.

Then from now on you carry|a different gun. Show him, armourer.

Walther PPK. 7.65mm with a delivery|like a brick through a plate-glass window.

Takes a Brausch silencer,|with little reduction in muzzle velocity.

The American CIA swear by them.

- Thank you, Major Boothroyd.|- Thank you, sir.

- Any questions, 007?|- No, sir.

All right, then. Best of luck.

Thank you, sir.

- Sir?|- Just leave the Beretta.

repartee. 007's in a hurry.

Ciao.

Good luck.

There! Now you made me miss it.

You don't miss a thing.

How did you get in here?

I decided to accept your invitation.

That was for tomorrow afternoon.

Tell me...|Do you always dress this way for golf?

I changed into something more|comfortable. I hope I did the right thing.

You did the right thing,

but you picked the wrong moment.|I have to leave immediately.

Oh, that's too bad.

Just as things were|getting interesting again.

When did you say you had to leave?

Immediately.

"Almost" immediately.

Hello, New York. Your Pan-Am 323|just landed - Kingston, Jamaica.

please go to terminal four?

Taxi!

All right, then. Go ahead.

Help yourself.

- Taxi!|- Mr... Bond, sir?

Yes?

I'm Mr Jones - chauffeur from|Government House, sent to get you.

Fine. You can drop my luggage|at the hotel on the way.

- Hang on, I want to check my reservation.|- I can do that.

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