Dr. No Page #2

No, no. You just take care of the bags.

- Yes.

- Hold the line, please.

- Who wants him?|- James Bond. Universal Exports.

Welcome to Jamaica, Mr Bond.

Yes, your head office|alerted us this morning.

- Are you free for lunch at one o'clock?|- One o'clock suits me fine.

- No, I didn't think you'd want one.

Quite right. One o'clock, then.

Forgive me if I'm... a few minutes late.

Thank you.

- Where to first, sir?|- Government House, but I'm in no hurry.

Just, uh... take me for a ride.

Do you always drive this fast?|I told you I wasn't in a hurry.

Sorry, sir, but I think there's|some fellow trying to follow us.

Then I suggest you... try and lose them.

Take the next turning on the right.

Now, Mr Jones.

Talk fast,|before your friend doubles back.

Who are you working for?

I... don't know what you're talking about.

- I was just sent to meet you at the airport.|- Ah, but by whom?

By...

- Government House.|- I don't think so.

Both hands on the wheel, Mr Jones.|I'm a very nervous passenger.

Get out - move!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Get up!

- Now talk.|- All right.

All right.

Let me have a cigarette.

To hell with you!

Sergeant, make sure he doesn't get away.

Tut-tut-tut. Cyanide in a cigarette?

- Fantastic!|- No less.

Duff, what have you got for us?

The car was stolen and we haven't|been able to identify the driver yet.

But he surely wasn't a Kingston man.

Wherever he was from,|news of my arrival leaked.

- We didn't advertise it, I can assure you.|- Perhaps not.

I got the impression|someone had been selling tickets.

Anything more we can do for you?

I'd like to meet the last people|to see Strangways.

Nobody seems to have seen him|after he left our bridge four.

- Who were the others?|- Professor Dent...

Metallurgist, runs a test laboratory.|Respected. Clean bill.

- Potter...|- Old general. Been here for ages.

We'll start with those.

- Want them brought in?|- Lord, no! I want to meet them socially.

I can introduce you at the club tonight.

Fine.|We'll take a look at Strangways' place.

I'll run you up there now.

Go on in.

Yes, that's her blood patch.

- They've grouped it as O Rh positive.|- That's her group all right.

The set was still switched on|when we came round.

We tried to get through,|but it was dead the other end.

And it'll stay dead. All frequencies are|changed immediately security's broken.

Receipt from Dent Laboratories.

Is geology a hobby of Strangways'?

Not that I know of, no.

Who's the man with Strangways?

One of the local fishermen.

- He drove the car that tailed me.|- That gives us something to work on.

I'll have him checked.

You do that. I want to change before|I meet Pleydell-Smith at the club.

One medium-dry vodka martini -|mixed like you said, sir, and not stirred.

- Anything else, sir?|- No, that's all.

Curious, old Strangways|just vanishing like that. Or is it?

Cherchez la femme.|His secretary was very nice indeed.

Did you know her?

I've seen her around, you know?

None of you can throw any light|on what happened to him?

In his conversation? Any hint?

I only heard him talk about|big game fishing and bridge.

Fishing was the latest craze.

He got the bug three weeks ago.|He's been out every day.

It must have cost something.

These fishermen ask the earth to charter,|and Quarrel's the most expensive.

Quarrel?

A Cayman Islander.|He keeps a boat in the harbour.

I see.

- Excuse me. Where do I find Quarrel?|- He him.

Thank you.

Is your name Quarrel?

Maybe.

I'm a friend of...

Commander Strangways.

Now ain't that nice!|I like people who's friends of people.

I thought you might be able|to tell me what happened to him.

As far as I know, nothing happened.

Unless you know... different, Captain.

Where did you take him in your boat?

You see that, Captain?

That there's the Caribbean.

That's where.

Fishing.

I'm interested in fishing.|I'd like to charter your boat.

I'm sorry, Captain. It's not for hire.

It seems I came to the wrong address.

That's all right, Captain. Now, if you'll|excuse me, I got business to attend to.

Hey, Pussfeller.

Well, if it ain't my friend|what gets addresses mixed!

You got the right one,|if you likes good eating.

I do, if the... conversation matches it.

Back at the boat too public.

- In there it different.|- Well, after you.

Sure thing.

- Hey, man! See we get a bit of privacy.|- Nothing but, Quarrel. Nothing but.

- Take a seat.|- No, I'm fine.

OK, mister.|Supposing you start the conversation.

Now how's about it?

Ain't no use you struggling.|Pussfeller wrestles alligators.

Right. Up slowly and face that wall.

Hold it.

Gently, bud. Gently.

Let's not get excited.

Frisk him.

Nothing.

Interesting.|Where were you measured for this?

My tailor. Savile Row.

Is that so? Mine's a guy in Washington.

Felix Leiter. Central Intelligence Agency.

You must be James Bond.

- You mean we're fighting the same war?|- Yeah. I spotted you at the airport, but...

when you left with the opposition|I figured I must be wrong.

Quarrel's been helping me.

- No hard feelings, I hope?|- Glad to know you, Mr Bond.

Pussfeller owns the place.

- I hope he cooks better than he fights!|- Nobody died from my cooking - yet!

## Down Kingston town, you know, #|# all the people go jump up #

# Wavin' arms about, leapin' in and out #

# It's so easy to jump up #

# Take a pretty girl, take a whirl #

# And then do it again, again jump up #

# Hold her very tight, #|# then for all the night #

# Jump up #

# Jump up, jump up #

# Jamaica jump up, jump up #

# Jamaica jump-up music #

# Jamaica never want to stop jump-up #

# Jump up, jump up #

# Jamaica jump up, jump up #

# Jamaica jump-up music #

# Jamaica never want to stop jump-up #

Cape Canaveral is screaming. ##

With this moon rocket launch,|they don't want anything to go wrong.

And Strangways didn't think|the interference came from here?

I suppose you cased the joint?

I checked - unofficially.

You Limeys can be touchy|about trespassing.

Strangways and Quarrel|checked the offshore islands.

- You found nothing?|- Not a thing.

- Where did you look?|- Just about most everywhere.

Fire Island, Crab Key, Morgan's Reef.

Checked them all?

All except Crab Key.|We didn't have no right to go there.

- Why not?|- It belongs to a Chinese...

Get her, Quarrel - and the camera.

Evening, missis.

You're hurting!

The Captain wants you|to have a drink with us.

You're hurting me!

You can't mean it.

Good evening.

Why do you want another picture of me?

Because I only got your hat at the airport.

- Tell this ape to let me go!|- Why do you want a picture at all?

Because that's the way I earn my living.

- Who pays you?|- Oh... "The Daily Gleaner"!

Pussfeller! Pussfeller!

- Anything I can do?|- Ever seen this girl before?

She come here sometimes.

She being a nuisance to you?|You want for me to get rid of her?

No. Just ring the "Gleaner". Find out|if they sent a photographer here tonight.

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