Licence to Kill Page #6

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
1,314 Views


to get away from there.

I don't wanna go back.

Can't we leave together?

I'll be safe with you.

No, Lupe. I don't think

that would work out.

How can we tell unless we try?

I think it's gonna

work out very well.

All right. I'll answer it.

Miss Kennedy, I saw you

at the casino with James.

We need to speak in private.

It's all right. He's with me.

James is in danger.

Sanchez is no fool.

He's checking up on him. You know,

if they find anything suspicious...

Listen, it's all right. He's

safely out of the country by now.

You don't understand.

Last night, he stayed with me.

At Sanchez's house?

Si. Franz is

taking him on a trip.

They leave in an hour.

You must help him.

If anything happens to him,

I don't know what I'll do.

You know, I love James so much.

Look, you must go

before you're missed.

Now, don't worry.

We'll think of something.

"I love James so much." I'll

be damned if I'll help him.

Look, don't judge him

too harshly, my dear.

Field operatives must often use

every means at their disposal

to achieve their objectives.

Bullshit.

Bond's just left in convoy.

Two cars and a Jeep,

turning north

onto the main highway.

I copy that, Q. Over and out.

What are you doing to my plane?

Overhaul.

Senor Sanchez order it.

I must have a plane.

Where can I rent one?

No planes.

You brought the

Stingers, manito.

From now on, I want

them close to me.

We started this place

strictly as a cover,

but Professor Joe manages

to turn a tidy profit.

Welcome. This way, please.

I'm going to have to ask that

each of you put on one of these.

It's for your own safety,

so I'm sure you'll understand.

We can't have our best customers

developing a drug habit.

This way, gentlemen.

Our product dissolves completely

in ordinary gasoline,

making it

absolutely undetectable.

How do you get it back?

Hey, you want us to tell you all

our secrets before we're partners?

Take them to the lab.

This way, gentlemen.

Who's the new guy?

Somebody I thought

could be useful.

Can I help you?

I have a special

surprise for Professor Joe.

Sorry. No visitors this week.

I came all the way

from Wichita Falls.

I'm sorry. The folks back

home took up a collection.

They'd be so disappointed if Professor

Joe didn't accept it personally.

You may remove your

masks now, gentlemen.

So, do we have a deal?

The terms, gentlemen,

were $100 million in negotiable

bearer bonds from each of you.

Welcome.

Professor Joe. It's really you!

It's magnificent.

Rebuilt stone for stone and restored

to all of its original glory.

Is this for me?

Yes, I almost forgot.

I got so flustered...

Tell me, child, have you ever

thought of studying here?

Would that be possible?

Come along. Let's see if

you have the aptitude.

To a long association.

What's the process?

It's very simple.

An 18% mixture of cocaine

and ordinary gasoline.

Just keep quiet.

We already have your first shipment being

loaded into the four tanker trucks.

Welcome, my dear.

Please join me.

Wow.

This is my humble sanctuary away

from the cares of the world.

Your own private

meditation chamber.

Built from the sacred rocks

of the original temple.

I did have it soundproofed, so

nothing will disturb our meditation.

I brought you another surprise.

I love surprises. Where is it?

Look, this really

isn't necessary.

Give me the keys.

Bless your heart.

Your monthly delivery will

be by ocean-going tanker.

We'll send our chief chemist along to

supervise the reconversion process.

You'll keep the gas as a bonus.

And if there's a problem

with customs, no evidence.

Come on, hurry!

I know him. He's an informer.

You disappoint me.

Who are you working for, huh?

Tell me.

You don't wanna talk?

I can get the trucks out, but I

don't think I can control the fire.

Forget the fire. Get some cars.

We're gonna take

the tankers with us.

Wait a minute. This setup

cost us $32 million.

We have to try and save it.

I don't give a sh*t

about the setup.

We've got $500 million

in the case and

20 tons of Colombian

pure in the tankers.

Now go help Heller.

But we have a deal with the Orientals.

We've got their money.

I said go help Heller.

Now, do you wanna

make this hard or easy?

Put him in the conveyor.

When you're up to your ankles,

you're gonna beg to

tell me everything.

When you're up to your knees,

you'll kiss my ass to kill you.

I'm the least of

your problems, Sanchez.

If you couldn't trust Krest,

who can you trust?

Who's got your $500 million?

Truman-Lodge?

What about the Stingers?

What do you know

about Stingers?

We gotta go, patron. This

place'll blow up any second.

Where's Heller?

I don't know.

That's the last you'll see

of Heller and your Stingers.

Thanks for the advice.

Have my car meet me up at the top.

Braun, come with me.

You're dead.

You took the words

right out of my mouth.

Sanchez!

Are you all right?

Switch the bloody machine off.

Hey. I was making

sure these were secure.

It's a good idea.

Take them up to my car.

Of course.

Oh, God. It's Heller.

Yeah. Looks like he

came to a dead end.

Come on.

Come on! Come on! Follow me!

You. Come with me.

Come on.

Surprise!

Bless your heart!

Perez.

Bond has escaped.

Meet me at Paso del Diablo.

- Don't worry.

- It's only money.

Okay, que pase.

Oh, no.

Sh*t!

Brilliant.

Well done, Franz.

Another $80 million write-off.

I guess it's time to

start cutting overhead.

Dame el Stinger!

James!

You could have had everything.

Don't you want to know why?

What are you waiting for?

Get in.

Yes, sir.

I'll be up to see you next week.

We'll do some fishing.

Good. I'll be out

by then. M called.

He tried to reach you. I think

he may have a job for you.

Look, Felix, I have to go.

My hostess has just arrived.

Take care, James.

You, too. Goodbye.

I thought you hated that thing.

Don't you know, iguanas

are a girl's best friend.

Well, here's to you, my dear.

Cheers.

Thank you for

everything, James.

Thank you.

You could stay here with me.

Excuse me.

I think you and el Presidente

will make a perfect couple.

Why don't you wait

until you're asked?

So, why don't you ask me?

Used to be that

I believed in something.

Used to be that

I believed in love.

It's been a long time

since I've had that feeling

I could love someone

I could trust someone

I said I'd never let nobody

near my heart again, darling

I said I'd never let nobody in.

If you asked me to

I just might change my mind

And let you in my life forever.

If you asked me to

I just might give my heart And

stay here in your arms forever.

If you asked me to.

Somehow ever since

I've been around you.

Can't go back

to being on my own.

Can't help feeling, darling

Since I've found you.

That I've found my home

That I'm finally home

I said I'd never let nobody

get too close to me, darling

I said I needed

Needed to be free.

If you asked me to

I just might change my mind

And let you in my life forever.

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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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