Licence to Kill Page #4

Synopsis: James Bond is on possibly his most brutal mission yet. Bond's good friend, Felix Leiter, is left near death, by drug baron Franz Sanchez. Bond sets off on the hunt for Sanchez, but not everyone is happy. MI6 does not feel Sanchez is their problem and strips Bond of his license to kill making Bond more dangerous than ever. Bond gains the aid of one of Leiter's friends, known as Pam Bouvier and sneaks his way into the drug factories, which Sanchez owns. Will Bond be able to keep his identity secret, or will Sanchez see Bond's true intentions?
Director(s): John Glen
Production: United Artists
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.6
Metacritic:
58
Rotten Tomatoes:
77%
PG-13
Year:
1989
133 min
1,326 Views


Five hundred kilos.

I knew they'd go for it.

This guy cracks me up.

Is senor Sanchez there?

Yes, he's right here.

Yeah? I got a British sucker

who dropped

a quarter of a million,

and he wants to play no-limit.

Which one?

Table two.

Plays like a real jerk-off.

That's the guy that flew in

in the private plane today,

opened that

account at the bank.

$5 million in cash.

Let him play.

Double down.

Split.

Listen to this.

Our Chicago chapel has just

received a $1,000 double pledge.

They all

accepted the new price.

- Senor Sanchez.

- Yes, he's right here.

Bless your hearts.

The British guy is a

quarter-million ahead.

Shall I close the table?

No.

Send whatever you can send.

Tell Lupe to come in here.

Right.

You have good luck tonight.

You gonna share

any of that money?

Miss Kennedy, would you get me

a medium-dry vodka martini?

Well, why don't you ask...

Shaken, not stirred.

Cut?

You're very professional.

Used to work here.

Am I going to win or lose?

Lose, but not much.

Vodka martini, que?

Shaken, not stirred.

Looks like your

luck has changed.

Is that why he sent you?

And to find out more about you.

Perhaps I'd better

quit for the night.

You should walk

straight out of here,

go to the airport

and never come back.

Where's Sanchez?

Upstairs in his office.

He's been there all day.

He's planning a big party for

some Orientals tomorrow night.

And what did you tell him

about the Wavekrest?

Nothing. Now go.

Take me to him.

You loco?

You'll get us both killed.

This way, please.

- Send us a dollar.

- Send us 50 cents.

Send whatever you can send.

We've got a very special

offer for you guys out there

with your beer

and your popcorn...

This is almost over.

This particular book has sold in excess

of a quarter of a million copies.

Anyone who sends in a

$100 pledge or more

will receive a personally

autographed copy of my book,

The Secrets of

Cone Power Revealed.

Lovely view.

It's a $49.95 value, and

you get it absolutely free.

Bond, James Bond.

Sit, please.

We need your help.

Bless your hearts.

Well-traveled man.

You did all right

at the tables tonight.

I had the feeling my luck

was about to change.

Well, it's a wise gambler who

knows when his luck has run out.

Why this?

In my business, you prepare

for the unexpected.

And what business is that?

I help people with problems.

Problem solver?

More of a problem eliminator.

And now you're

here on business?

No. Temporarily unemployed.

I thought I

might find work here.

Well, it's very difficult to

obtain a work permit in Isthmus.

It's...

Well, one has to show a special

talent that people here don't have.

Well, that shouldn't

be too difficult.

Senor Bond,

you got big cojones.

You come here to my place, without

references, carrying a piece,

throwing around a lot of money.

But you should

know something...

Nobody saw you come in, so

nobody has to see you go out.

Senor Sanchez, I could be very

useful to a man in your position.

And I understand

you have a reputation

for rewarding

loyalty very well.

I'll keep this for a few days.

We'll talk again.

And you won't need

a gun in Isthmus.

It's a very safe city.

In the meantime, I welcome you

to the casino at all times.

Check him out.

So what did you find out?

He's sitting up there behind

two inches of armored glass.

I'd need a cannon

to get to him.

Senor Bond, you'll be pleased

to know your uncle has arrived.

I put him in your suite.

Thank you. Good night, senor.

Your uncle?

Let's make this

a proper family reunion.

Give me a gun.

Stay here.

Really, 007.

Q! What the hell are you doing here?

I might have killed you!

Well, I'm on leave.

Thought I'd pop around and

see how you're getting on.

You all right?

Yes, of course I'm all right.

How'd you find me?

Well, Moneypenny, of course.

She's worried sick about you!

This is no place for you, Q.

Go home.

Don't be an idiot, 007.

I know exactly

what you're up to.

And quite frankly,

you're gonna need my help.

Remember, if it hadn't

been for Q Branch,

you'd have been dead long ago.

Everything for

a man on holiday.

Explosive alarm clock.

Guaranteed never to wake

up anybody who uses it.

Dentonite toothpaste,

to be used sparingly.

It's the latest

in plastic explosive.

I could do with some plastic.

I thought there might

be a mess to clean up.

Pam, this is Q, my uncle.

Uncle, this is Miss Kennedy,

my cousin.

We must be related.

How do you do?

Now, pay attention, 007.

Now, this looks like an

ordinary camera, doesn't it?

What kind of film

does it take, 120?

No, .220, high-velocity.

Now, this is a signature gun, and

that is an optical palm reader.

And if I plug this into the bottom

like that, once I've programmed it...

Now, nobody can

use the gun but you.

Smile, boys.

Don't use the flash!

Stop fiddling about with

things you don't understand!

You might easily

have killed him.

That's odd.

Look, let's all get

some rest, shall we?

We've got a long, hard day

ahead of us tomorrow.

Good night, Q.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond.

I hope you don't snore, Q.

You all know Truman-Lodge,

and this is my head of

security, Colonel Heller.

This is an historic moment.

East meets West.

Drug dealers of

the world, unite.

Extra bonus. Your job's done.

Take Q and fly out of here now.

I'll make my own way back.

I'd like to stay.

No. I work better alone.

In this business,

there's a lot of cash,

and with a lot of people

with their hands out.

In a word, bribery.

Exactly.

He took the words

right out of my pocket.

So you pay.

Everyone and his brother

is on the payroll.

So you buy a mayor, a chief

of police, a general,

Presidents.

One day you wake up, you own

the whole goddamn country.

Then you take what you want.

Bank, a gambling casino,

airline concession.

Why?

Simple. It's easier for the

politicians to take silver than lead.

We have an invisible empire

from Chile to Alaska.

What I want to do, amigos,

is to make you part of it.

I want the Pacific

to be our little puddle.

What you have before you,

gentlemen, is a demographic report,

breaking down each

of your territories

by age and socioeconomic group.

Now, as you can clearly see, there

is a huge potential demand,

given the implementation

of aggressive marketing.

As in the United States,

Senor Sanchez is prepared to offer

each of you exclusive franchises.

The price is $100

million per territory.

I believe you'll find that works out to

$20 million per metric ton, Mr. Tan.

We guarantee quality

and price for five years.

Senor Sanchez,

since arriving,

we've eaten well,

heard many good stories,

but before I pay anything,

I want to see some hardware.

Mr. Kwang,

you don't pay for hardware.

You pay for my personal

guarantee and protection.

Surely, if you were

to invest $100 million,

you would want

some reassurance.

You know, you're right.

Why not?

Tomorrow, I'll take you to our

main distribution center.

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Michael G. Wilson

Michael Gregg Wilson, OBE (born January 21, 1942) is an American producer and screenwriter, best known for his association with the James Bond film series. more…

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