Licence to Kill Page #3

Loading completed, Mr. Krest.

Bring Sentinel back in.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Krest!

Bring Sentinel up!

There he is! There!

Right there! Get him!

There!

Dive, damn it! Dive!

Right there!

There! Pick him up!

All boats return to Wavekrest!

Aye, aye, sir.

Here. Put her stern-in.

Hey, do you know

someone called Bouvier?

Over there.

Well, this is an

unexpected pleasure.

Where's Letter?

Hospital, intensive care.

Where you'll be if you don't

get out of here fast.

Sanchez has Letter's files.

Your name's all over them.

Hell, I knew

something was wrong.

Those two have been

at the bar for hours.

Probably waiting to see

who showed up to meet me.

Would you like

anything to drink?

Bud with a lime. Yeah, same.

Sure thing, hon.

Sh*t! It's Dario. He's bad news.

He used to be with the Contras

before they kicked him out.

Just the kind of guy

Sanchez would send.

You carrying?

If they start shooting, you just

hit the deck and stay there.

La senorita Bouvier.

Don't I know

you from somewhere?

No. Oh, yes, I do.

You used to fly charter planes

for some friends of mine.

I got a job for you.

Why don't we go outside,

and we talk in private.

Take your hands off her.

She's with me.

Nobody's asking you, gringo.

He's with me.

Keep your hands on the table.

Here we go.

Two beers. That'll be $3.50.

Do your friends want something?

Let me get it!

He's had enough. Run a tab.

Okay.

How did you get here? By boat.

Where is it?

Back behind this wall.

Thanks.

Touche.

Get it started.

Come on!

Don't move.

Relax. It's a bulletproof vest.

This Kevlar's great.

You're bloody

lucky to be alive!

It's not luck. It's experience.

A few inches higher,

it'd have been your head.

Look, I just saved

your life back there.

If it wasn't for me,

your ass would've

been nailed to the wall.

You saved my life?

Yes.

It's a tough business

you've picked, Miss Bouvier.

Leave it to the professionals.

Look, pal, I was an army pilot.

I have flown to the toughest

hellholes in South America,

and I will not have you lecture

me about professionalism.

Out of gas.

I haven't heard

that one in a long time.

Well, they must

have hit the fuel line.

Look, I'm gonna need your help.

I want a complete rundown

on Sanchez's operation,

and I'll need a flight

to Isthmus City, private.

No one must know I've left.

What do you want

to go there for?

I'll pay you very well.

You're going after

Sanchez, aren't you?

Will you help me?

How many men have you got?

Just you and me.

Are you crazy?

Sanchez has an entire army

protecting him down there.

Just fly me in and leave.

$50,000.

It's not that easy.

False flight plans, payoffs

at Isthmus City Airport.

I can't do a job like

that for less than 100.

Sixty.

Ninety. Seventy.

Eighty. Seventy-five.

You pay the fuel?

You get the plane.

Deal.

Now, why don't you wait

until you're asked?

Well, why don't you ask me?

There are five typing errors

on the first page alone.

What's got into you?

Sorry, sir.

"U.S. Immigration

has no reports of 007"

"leaving the United States

as of 1500 hours today."

Who authorized this?

I did, sir.

I thought you'd be worried about James.

He's gone missing.

You know him better than that.

He'll go after Sanchez.

He's got to be stopped.

I've already alerted

our man in Isthmus.

I want that out

by this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Q Branch, please.

This is the master bedroom.

I hope everything is

satisfactory, senor.

It's adequate.

I'd like a case of champagne,

Bollinger R. D.

Certainly, senor.

If I could ask you to sign

the registration cards?

No. My executive secretary, Miss

Kennedy, will take care of that.

Miss Kennedy...

Right here, please.

Fresh flowers every day.

Thank you very much.

Your key. Enjoy your stay.

It's Ms. Kennedy,

and why can't you be

my executive secretary?

We're south of the border.

It's a man's world.

Thanks for everything.

Your job's finished.

I want to stay. Too dangerous.

Enough people have

been killed already.

Don't talk to me about danger.

I won't be safe

until Sanchez is dead.

Besides, you could use my help.

Well, if you're going to stay

and be my executive secretary,

you'd better look the part.

Here. Buy yourself

some decent clothes.

What bank does Sanchez use?

I need to make a deposit.

The biggest one in town,

Banco de Isthmus.

He owns it.

Senor Bond.

I've come to

make a small deposit.

Well, I'm sure my people

downstairs are quite capable of...

Please sit down.

We operate the world's largest

private investment fund.

Our biggest problem is what

to do with all the money.

We have a cash surplus

of $10 million a day,

which we ship,

through our bank,

to the U.S. Federal Reserve,

thus establishing credits

which can be used for

any legitimate investment.

See, someone has to help the

gringos with their trade deficit.

Make out a deposit receipt for

$4,900,000 for senor Bond.

And of course there will be additional

monthly deposits in the same amount.

Of course. Be assured,

we at Banco de Isthmus

are experienced in handling

accounts of this nature.

Let me pass, please.

Senor Montelongo. Yes?

I'm Ms. Kennedy,

Mr. Bond's executive secretary.

I'd also appreciate it

if you could establish

a line of credit

for me at the casino.

Shall we say $2 million?

No problem.

You have excellent collateral,

and our chairman

also owns the casino.

Oh, a very convenient

arrangement.

We have always

thought so, senorita.

Thank you. Good evening, ladies

and gentlemen, and welcome.

This is a very

special night for us.

We want you to know that only through

your very generous donations

can the work here at the

OMI continue to progress.

We've learned so much, but we've

only just scratched the surface.

We need your help.

We need you to go to your phones

right now and make a pledge.

This is not for me.

This is not for them.

It's for all of us.

You okay, reinita?

I'm fine.

Krest called me from the boat

with a story about

somebody ripping him off.

Did you see anything happen

when you were there?

No, Franz. I stayed in my

cabin most of the time.

We need your help.

What's the matter, baby, huh?

You know

I can't stand that thing.

I'd like a private table.

Blacklack.

Certainly, senor Bond.

Would you come

this way, please?

Quarter of a million dollars,

and I'd like to raise

the limit to $5,000 a box.

Put these wonderful

volunteers behind me to work.

Dario will take you

shopping tomorrow.

You can spend a lot

of money, have fun.

Now, give me a little kiss.

Want one, too?

We can raise the price.

$22,000 per kilo this month.

I like that.

Yeah, this is Truman-Lodge.

$22,000.

Our goal today is to raise...

$22,000 from each of

our meditation chapters.

That's $22,000 each.

Go to your phones.

Please help us.

Bless your hearts.

Let me have half a million.

Listen to this. Our

wonderful Manhattan chapel

has just made

a special $500 pledge.

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