James Bond 007: Yesterday and Today Page #4

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in the dark with an infrared film, yes.

Try to be a little less than

your usual frivolous self, 007.

Here's a miniature Very pistol...

which fires a bright red flare,

a distress signal.

You should keep it on you

day and night.

I resent that remark.

Look, do you mind?

Now, in the event of a re-breather

not being available...

you can use this device

for short periods only, of course.

Say, about four minutes.

- Clever.

- You'll only use it as a last resort.

It closes

to a convenient pocket size.

Assuming one has a convenient pocket.

Now pay attention.

A recently developed...

harmless radioactive device.

Harmless.

It sends out a homing signal

to a special receiver.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

- Obviously, you...

swallow it.

Now?

Let's hope she'll still be lying

in the same place tonight.

We'll use this catamaran

as a rendezvous place for later.

Good idea.

Take her in.

A container will be dropped

off the coast of Burma...

in the Megui Archipelago...

latitude 20 degrees north,

longitude 60 degrees east...

at 20 hundred hours

Greenwich mean time on May 27.

It will hold blue-white

flawless diamonds between...

three and eight carats.

Total value to be not less than

present market price.

After we have

recovered the container...

and verified its contents...

you will be notified on

radio frequency 16.23 megacycles...

where the atomic bombs

may be recovered.

Kenniston, you'd better get on

to De Beers at once.

Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen,

unless those bombs are found...

I'm very much afraid

we'll have to pay their price.

- Sir?

- Oh, yes.

Signal from 007 in Nassau.

One or two things

that might interest us.

The Disco Volante is still in the

harbor, lying off the casino channel.

The catamaran is there too,

so we can use it for cover.

That's fine. You can drop me

in the water behind her.

- Any further news from London?

- No.

Zero hour is still

- That's just 55 hours from now.

- Yes. Shall we go?

- Okay, this will do here.

- We'll meet back at Pinder's.

Good luck.

Turn the underwater lights on.

TV, closed-circuit!

Hand grenades.

Ready.

Down there.

There!

Hey, there's something there!

Look! Must have hit him

with the propeller.

Let's get back and tell Largo.

- Can I have a lift?

- Sure.

Thank you.

You just about saved my life.

My outboard capsized,

so I had to swim ashore.

How far do you go?

You better fasten your safety belt.

What's your name?

James Bond.

Fiona Volpe.

- Do you fly here often?

- Do I make you nervous?

No, it's just that

I have no desire...

to be capsized twice in one night.

At least you won't

have to swim ashore.

Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?

No, I haven't.

But this is the road to Nassau?

Yes, eventually.

- Well, this is as far as I go.

- Me too. This is my hotel.

- What a coincidence.

- Yes, so convenient.

You look pale.

I hope I didn't frighten you.

You see, I've always

been a nervous passenger.

Some men just don't like to be driven.

No, some men just don't like

to be taken for a ride.

Look at this.

An underwater hatch.

Yeah. So that's how

they could leave and get back.

Yes, and nobody saw them.

Obviously the whole operation...

was carried out underwater.

That's where we'll have to look

for the plane. Come on.

I'll bring the prints

to the hotel when they're dry.

Don't forget the Air Force searched

the area 250 miles out of Nassau.

It must be beyond that radius.

That's if the Disco Volante

was out that night.

Sure she was, but harbor control

said for only six hours.

She couldn't cover 500 miles

in that time, no.

About 90 miles is her limit for

six hours, and that's out and back.

I reckon we've got to go further out.

We'll need more gas for that.

All right.

Let's get back to Nassau.

- We haven't got much time.

- You're right, we haven't.

Pull!

Of course they are watching us.

What else have they to do?

- You would like Bond dead?

- I can think of no better arrangement.

Because he tries to make love

to your woman?

Because he is Bond, and as an enemy

of Spectre, he should be killed.

Mark!

If Bond had died last night

as a result of your hastiness...

his government would have known

for certain that the bombs are here.

When the time is right,

he will be killed. Pull!

I shall kill him.

A separate pool.

For sharks, no less. Move in.

Hold on that line.

That's Largo's place, all right.

My next port of call.

- Mr. Largo?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Can I help?

- Why, Mr. Bond.

- Of course you can.

- That looks particularly inviting.

- Welcome to Palmyra.

- It's a pleasure.

I just hope I'm not

interrupting anything.

- What do you mean?

- I thought you had another visitor.

That gun, it looks

more fitting for a woman.

You know much about guns?

No. I know a little about women.

Mr. Jenni, Mr. Vargas.

Mr. Vargas, Mr. Jenni.

- Which is which?

- I thought you might have met...

Mr. Vargas the other night.

- Yes, I believe I did.

- Drink, sir?

- Rum Collins?

- Yes.

Just about that hour, isn't it?

For you? Of course!

Vargas does not drink,

does not smoke...

does not make love.

What do you do, Vargas?

Every man has his passion.

Mine is fishing.

What is yours, Mr. Bond?

Well, I'm not what you'd call

a passionate man.

I think it's time I went to change.

You must let me show you around.

- I'd love that.

- I thought you might.

Pull!

- What could be easier?

- Perhaps you would call one for me?

- Of course. Pull!

- It seems terribly difficult.

No, it isn't, is it?

I collect big game fish

for various marine institutions.

Magnificent creatures!

Charming.

The notorious Golden Grotto sharks.

The most savage, the most dangerous.

They know when it's time

for them to be fed.

- That boat, is she yours?

- Yes. I'm very proud of her.

What does she do, about 15 knots?

Better than that. Near 20.

- Perhaps you'd like to see over her?

- Yes, I would very much.

- Lunch is ready.

- Thank you, my darling.

Come along, Mr. Bond.

The conch chowder smells delicious.

Domino, I was just thinking.

As I'll be busy this evening,

perhaps Mr. Bond will be kind enough...

to take you to the Jankanoo,

our local Mardi Gras.

You'll be my guest tonight.

- That's very kind of you.

- It will be my pleasure.

Our Mr. Bond must have

a very high opinion of himself.

Opinion?

Yes. He has a date with me too.

Excuse me.

- Let me go!

- Over here.

Don't let her make so much noise.

Use the chloroform.

Largo did promise

he'd come, didn't he?

He'll be here. Don't worry.

I think that man is waving at you.

Come down here.

Quick!

Excuse me for a second.

- James, Paula's gone!

- What do you mean, gone?

She just checked out of the hotel.

You look after Domino. Watch her.

- Do you think she was onto something?

- I don't know, but I gotta find out.

- You watch out for her.

- Right.

All right. Thank you.

The governor's not very happy,

but you'll have...

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