Dr. No Page #3

They didn't send me. I work freelance.

Freelance, hm? For whom?

You...!

Tell us and he'll stop.

We don't get nothing out of this gal.|You want for me to break her arm?

Another time.

The second time nothing's come out.|Give her her arm back.

Run along, Freelance.

You'll be sorry.|You'll all be sorry, you rats!

One takes cyanide, another would have|had her arm broken. Neither would talk.

- Who puts that sort of scare into people?|- I think we'd better find out, but fast.

You mentioned Crab Key.|Why can't we go over there?

It belongs to a Chinese character.|He won't allow anyone to land.

Our naval reconnaissance planes|took a look.

They only found a bauxite mine.

Low-scan CH radar setup.

Nothing illegal about that.

That Crab Key scares me plenty.

Friends of mine went out there once|after seashells.

Only trouble, they never came back again.

Local fishermen won't go near it.

Strangways and me slip in at night.

He take samples, we came straight back.

- Don't do to hang about there.|- What kind of samples?

Oh, bits of rock. Sand. Water.

I see. Crab Key begins to interest me.

What else do we know|about this Chinese gentleman?

Nothing much. Except his name.

Doctor No.

- I'd like to see Professor Dent, please.|- Have you an appointment?

James Bond.|We met yesterday at the Queen's Club.

Very well. He's somewhere in the lab.

Is Professor Dent there?

Oh, never mind. Thank you.

Morning, Professor.

Mr Bond. Anything I can do for you?

Yes. I came across this|in Strangways' office.

Your receipt.

Yes, that's right.

Can you tell me anything about it?

Poor old Strangways.|Bit of a bug of his, this amateur geology.

He brought some rock samples in for|testing, convinced they were valuable.

Were they?

No, of course not.|Just low-grade iron pyrites.

Can I see them?

Well, no, I... I threw 'em away.

- Do you know where he found them?|- No, he didn't say.

- Crab Key, perhaps?|- Definitely not.

Why so certain?

- Not geologically possible.|- Thank you, Professor.

It's kind of you to spare me your time.

You're welcome, Mr Bond.

Oh, Professor...

Allow me.

Morning.

- Take me to Crab Key.|- I can't. You know the procedure.

There's no time for procedure.|I'll take responsibility.

Man, I hope you know what you're doing.

- Come on...|- All right.

- I radioed. They're expecting me.|- Go ahead.

Sit down.

my strictest rule and come in daylight?

I had to.

Bond came to see me this morning.

be killed. Why is he still alive?

Our attempts failed.

Your attempts failed.

going to fail me again, Professor.

No. I came to warn you.

Warn me?

Tell you.

Bond discovered Strangways'|rock samples came from Crab Key.

He's not a fool.|He's sure to come out here.

If he does, I shall hold you responsible.

I make myself clear?

Yes, quite clear.

Go to the table.

You see what is in the cage?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Tonight.

- I'd like to send a cable.|- Yes, of course.

By the way, the car you ordered,|it's been delivered.

It's in number five parking lot.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night, Mr Bond.

- Morning, Pleydell-Smith.|- Morning, Bond.

Sorry to trouble you so early.|I need some information.

All you have on Dr No and Crab Key.

Miss Taro, bring me the files on Dr No.

Sit down.

What do you know about this island?

Not much,|except there's a bauxite mine there.

Dr No runs the place|like a concentration camp.

I've heard funny rumours,|but no-one's complained officially.

- Right, Miss Taro. Just leave them here.|- I'm very sorry, but we can't find them.

- What do you mean? Who had them last?|- Commander Strangways, sir. Both files.

All right, Miss Taro. All right.

Damn nuisance,|their disappearing like that.

On the contrary.

I'd have been surprised if they hadn't.

By the way, that came for you from|London this morning, in the plane,

in the diplomatic pouch.

A present from home.

Can I get out that way?

That's a naughty little habit -|listening at keyholes.

I wasn't listening.|I was looking for those files.

Anything that can't be found,|I get the blame.

Oh, forget it.|Actually, it's not very important anyhow.

I hate to think of you spending|all afternoon looking for them.

No. I have the afternoon off.

There's a coincidence. So have I.|Why don't you show me round the island?

What should I say to an invitation|from a strange gentleman?

You should say yes.

I should say maybe.

Three o'clock, my hotel,

maybe?

Yes, maybe.

Good.

The luminous dial activates it.|Here, hold this.

Now, where exactly did Commander|Strangways place those samples?

- About where your feet is, sir.|- Good.

- Hi, there.|- Hi.

- Lose something?|- Take a look at this Geiger reading.

Those samples Strangways brought back|from Crab Key... were radioactive.

Yet Professor Dent told me|they were worthless chunks of iron ore.

- He's either a bad professor or a poor liar.|- I intend to find out which.

Quarrel, how soon can you|get us over to Crab Key?

Well... it's like this here, Captain.

Commander Strangways,|he done take samples of "all" the islands.

- We could check the nearest ones first.|- No. I'm interested in Crab Key.

I done take the commander there.|We got away without trouble.

It don't do to tempt providence too often.

You see... there's a dragon.

- What?|- Native superstition.

Started by Dr No, probably.

We won't force you to do anything.

Leiter and I will go after dark, if you'll|give us the navigational directions.

I gets my navigational directions|from my nose, my ears,

from my instincts.

Anyway, I'll be here about seven.

Fine.

Oh, Mr Bond!|There's a telephone message for you.

Johnny, what have you done with it?

It's right here.

Hello?

Oh, Mr Bond!

I was thinking, why don't you|collect me at my apartment?

It's lovely up here in the mountains.

Nice and cool.

All right. You leave the Port Royal Road|out of Kingston,

then along the Wentworth Road,|until you get to the cement factory.

Then you turn left.

Follow the road up the hill,

down the other side,

Magenta Drive 239.

I'll be waiting for you.

How did it happen?

I think they were on their way to a funeral.

Just a minute!

You did invite me here, remember?

Oh, of course.|I just didn't expect you here so soon.

Yes, yes, come in.

Uh... I'll just go and put some clothes on.

Don't go to any trouble on my account.

Please!

Forgive me. I thought I was|invited up here to admire the view.

I feel one of us should answer it.

Hello?

Yes. Yes, I know. He's here now.

I don't know what happened.

All right. I'll try and keep him here|for a couple of hours.

I'll have to go now.

All right. I'll call you later.

You believe in living dangerously.|I can see that.

What do you mean?

Sitting around with wet hair,|you'll die of pneumonia.

- It's rather beautiful.|- Thank you.

Do you always wear it up?

- Don't you like it?|- Yes, very much.

With your sort of... face... it's wonderful.

- What's going on behind my back?|- Nothing.

Look - no hands.

I'm hungry.

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