Dr. No Page #6

The one from the Tong society|that you robbed.

When trouble comes, you'll find|this is a small and naked island.

An expendable island.

When my mission is accomplished,|I'll destroy it and move on.

But the habit of enquiry is consistent.|I see you're wondering why, where, when.

I gratify your curiosity|because you're the one man

capable of appreciating what I've done

and keeping it to himself.

Just a minute. There's no point|in involving the girl at this stage.

Let her go free. She'll promise not to talk.

- No, I'm staying with you.|- I don't want you here.

I agree. This is no place for the girl.

Take her away.

No!

No!

- I'm sure the guards will amuse her.|- Let me go! No!

That's a Dom Prignon '55.|It would be a pity to break it.

I prefer the '53 myself.

Clumsy effort, Mr Bond.|You disappoint me.

I'm not a fool,

so please do not treat me as one.|And that table knife, please put it back.

Well, we can't all be geniuses, can we?

Does the toppling of American missiles|really compensate for having no hands?

Missiles are only the first step|to prove our power.

"Our" power? Your disregard for human life|means you must be working for the East.

East, West - just points of the compass,|each as stupid as the other.

I'm a member of SPECTRE.

- SPECTRE?|- SPECTRE.

Special Executive for Counterintelligence,|Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion.

The four cornerstones of power, headed|by the greatest brains in the world.

Correction. "Criminal" brains.

The successful criminal brain|is always superior. It has to be.

Well, why become criminal?

I'm sure the West would welcome|a scientist of your... calibre.

The Americans are fools.|I offered my services. They refused.

So did the East.|Now they can both pay for their mistake.

World domination. That same old dream.

Our asylums are full of people|who think they're Napoleon... or God.

You persist in trying to provoke me,|Mr Bond.

- I could've had you killed in the swamp.|- And why didn't you?

I thought you less stupid.|Usually, when a man gets in my way...

But you were different.|You cost me time, money,

effort. You damaged my organisation

and my pride.

I was curious to see|what kind of a man you were.

I thought there might be a place|for you with SPECTRE.

I'm flattered.

I'd prefer the revenge department.

My first job would be finding the man|who killed Strangways and Quarrel.

I misjudged you.|You are just a stupid policeman

whose luck has run out.

They're waiting for you|in the control room, Dr No.

No hurry. They won't have started|their countdown check yet.

You won't get away with it, Dr No. The|Americans are prepared for any trouble.

I never fail, Mr Bond.

What do we do with him?

Soften him up.|I haven't finished with him yet.

Aagh!

Have you got new fuel elements loaded?

All ready, sir.

The roadblock is about 3,000ft away.

No traffic allowed.

The launch area is completely cleared...

at its full weight of 240 tons.

have been put onto the vehicle.

We will run up|to half power for 30 seconds.

Control interlocks free.

Fuel elements 12.5.

Control?

Control rod actuators operating.|Core temperature 113.

Converters?

Converters standing by.|Ignition heaters on.

Radiation?

Counters 121, 141, 109.

- Energy stabilisers?|- Energy steady...

the control centre at Cape Canaveral.

Fuel elements?

- We're just checking...|- Fuel elements! Where's Chang?

Chang! What are you doing there?!|Get on the gantry!

Hurry!

- Shut down.|- Shut down reactor!

Countdown for...

Reactor shutdown,|temperature 227, falling.

- Converters off.|- Converters off.

- Radiation reading.|- Radiation zero.

Shutdown procedure complete.

Reactor safe.

Last fuelling control has been made.

Stand by.

for the countdown.

indicates all systems are go at this time.

and counting.

This is Mercury Control.

tracking crew in case of emergency,

have given us the word go.

Remain on standby.|Approximately two minutes to go.

Control rod actuators standing by.

Converters standing by.

Radio beam synchronised for toppling.

Zeroed on the rocket now.

Mercury Spacecraft Control...

...for the final countdown.|- Stand by.

Run to full power. Fuel elements 21.

Attention all controls.

Going into operation... now.

The umbilical is retracted.

that they are in good condition.

G minus one-nine seconds and counting.

G minus one-five and counting.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

- Five... Four... Three...|- Shut down!

Two... One...

Zero!

Lift off!

The tower has been jettisoned.

against that grey sky, and it's green.

The engines are burning.

which still sounds good and true.

It's a very hot rocket.

against the grey of the cumulus.

Up in the sunlight, beginning to gleam.

A very good, steady climb.

All systems go! Go! Go!

Honey! Honey!

Honey!

- Where's the girl I came in with?|- I don't know!

Where's the girl|they brought in with me?

- Number twelve.|- Show me.

We've run out of fuel.

What are we going to do now?

Well, we can swim, or, er...

Or what?

Come here.

Ahoy, Mr Bond! Ahoy, Mr Bond!

Well, well! What's the matter?

Do you need help?

I'm quite sure "you" don't.

Now that you're here,|you'd better give us a tow.

Throw us your line.

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