Licence to Kill Page #2

Killing me won't stop

anything, Sanchez!

There are worse things

than dying, hombre.

See you in hell!

No.

Today's the first day

of the rest of your life.

No!

Thank you.

Good morning. Good morning.

Thank you.

Your passport, please?

What's going on?

Some big drug dealer

just escaped.

Now, will that be smoking

or non-smoking, Mr...

Your ticket!

Felix?

Della!

Della?

Felix.

You'll be all right. Hang on.

- Hey, Letter.

- Where you been?

It's Bond.

Get an ambulance here, quick!

Hi, Sharkey.

You stick around.

I might have some more

questions for you, okay?

How is he?

His left leg's

gone below the knee.

They might be

able to save his arm.

You can bet it was a chain saw.

Colombians love to

use them on informers.

Hell, they sell more here

than in the state of Oregon.

I wish I could be more hopeful,

but we'll have to wait and see.

Chain saw, my ass!

I know a shark bite

when I see one.

Sanchez has vanished.

He's got all of Letter's files.

God only knows what's in them.

Well, find him.

He's out of our jurisdiction.

I mean, there's plenty of

countries that will protect him.

We can't even

get an extradition.

There are other ways.

Let it go, Commander.

You're going to do nothing?

You're just going to

forget all about it?

No, I'm not gonna

forget about it!

Looks like Sanchez's law operates

north of the border, too.

Let's go shark hunting.

This is the last

place in the Keys.

We'll have to try Miami next.

Stay here.

You stay out of sight.

I'll handle this.

We're closed.

Ain't nobody here.

Look, I've come all the way

from London to see you.

Universal Exports.

We've been retained

by the Regent's Park Zoo

to arrange shipment of

a Carcharodon carcharias.

A what?

Great white shark.

It's all right, Bill.

Let him in.

Unfortunately, we sold all

our sharks years ago.

As you can see,

we do purely research now.

It's a project to

feed the third world.

We feed maggots

to our special breed

of genetically engineered fish,

use hormones to make them all

male, gain weight faster.

From your shark-hunting days?

Yeah. Actually, it's for sale.

Look, I'm kind of busy.

Maybe some other time.

Thank you. I look forward

to seeing you again.

Goodbye, Mr...

Goodbye.

Mr. Krest said to be ready.

He'll send the sub back in

three hours to pick you up.

Can't wait.

This dump gives me the creeps.

James.

Hold it, right there.

Do you mind if I get

my hands out of here?

Yeah. Do it slowly.

Freeze!

Over by the trapdoor,

old buddy.

Is this where you put

your old buddy Felix?

Not me.

Chalk that one up

to Sanchez and Krest.

Whoa!

There's $2 million

in that suitcase.

I'll split it with you.

You earned it.

You keep it, old buddy.

God, what a terrible waste.

Of money.

Hey, Sharkey!

Any news on the Wavekrest?

Yeah. She's a big marine research

vessel owned by a Milton Krest.

They're collecting specimens

off the Cay Sal Bank.

How long will it

take us to get there?

Maybe about six hours.

I have a few things to pick up.

Be ready in an hour.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, Commander,

you got a minute?

Local cops got a tip about

a warehouse last night.

Turned up 500 keys of Colombian

pure, a couple of stiffs,

and a little bitty piece

of what used to be Killifer.

Good. At least

someone's on the case.

You may be a pal of Letter's, but

I can only cover up so much.

The D.A. Is screaming

to know what happened.

You know, we got laws

in this country, too.

Do you have a law against

what they did to Letter?

Look, you're in over your head.

This is where it ends,

Commander.

You were supposed to

be in Istanbul last night.

I'm afraid this

unfortunate Letter business

has clouded your judgment.

You have a job to do.

I expect you on

a plane this afternoon.

I haven't finished here, sir.

Leave it to the Americans.

It's their mess.

Let them clear it up.

Sir, they're not

going to do anything.

Look, I owe it to Letter.

He's put his life on

the line for me many times.

Spare me this

sentimental rubbish.

He knew the risks.

And his wife?

This private vendetta of yours

could easily compromise.

Her Majesty's government.

You have an assignment, and I

expect you to carry it out

objectively and professionally.

Then you have

my resignation, sir.

We're not a country club, 007.

Effective immediately,

your license to

kill is revoked,

and I require you to

hand over your weapon.

Now.

I need hardly remind you that you're

still bound by the Official Secrets Act.

Well, then I guess it's

a farewell to arms.

Don't! Too many people.

God help you, Commander.

Something in sector C.

You caused us all a lot

of trouble, young lady.

You're borracho. Go to bed.

When Sanchez

heard you ran away,

he went nuts.

It's none of your business.

It's my business when

your stupid little tricks

get Sanchez arrested,

and I gotta put my organization

at risk to get him out.

The DEA just raided Key West.

You cost me a lot of dough.

He'll give you the money.

He doesn't work that way.

You better watch yourself,

girlie.

I've known him a long time.

I've seen a lot of girls

like you come and go.

You're drunk. Get out.

And stop peeking

through my windows.

Hey, come on, come on,

what are you so stuck-up for?

He fixed that phony

beauty contest you won.

Hey. Mr. Krest?

Yeah, what?

The Sentinel's picking up something

large on the monitor, sir.

I think you'd

better take a look.

I don't believe this.

What the hell is it now?

It's just a manta ray.

Get the probe back in.

We'll start loading now.

Yes, sir.

He said you're okay.

Take care of him.

Make a sound and you're dead.

You.

What are you doing in here?

Krest gave me his cabin.

He's next door.

Where's Sanchez?

He's not on board.

I don't know where he is.

You're his girlfriend.

He doesn't tell me anything.

Open it. I need to talk to you.

Answer it.

Just a moment.

What do you want?

Somebody slipped aboard.

Did you see anybody?

No, I was sleeping. Go away.

Mr. Krest. They're back.

Bolt your door.

Who whipped you? Sanchez?

It was my fault.

I did something wrong,

made him angry.

Nice work, Clive.

Thanks, Mr. Krest. Guess what?

His name was Sharkey.

- Get rid of the boat.

- We've got work to do.

You'd better find

yourself a new lover.

Don't you men

know any other way?

It's Sanchez's way.

You seem to like it.

You know nothing.

Please go.

If they find you here,

we'll both be killed.

Stay here.

We got everything

useful out of her.

That's it. Take her

out and sink her.

Okay, Clive. Cast off!

Compliments of Sharkey.

Man overboard!

Get him!

Don't let him get away!

What's wrong?

Get back in your

cabin and stay there.

The guy must have

drowned, Mr. Krest.

Don't be so sure. Find him!

Come on!

Launch Sentinel!

Yes, sir!

Stand by to

dive when I tell you.

Numbers one and two, dive!

I can see something

reflecting over there!

There's too much

turbulence to be sure.

Wavekrest! Wavekrest!

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