Live and Let Die Page #2

you were wearing.

A white face in Harlem.

Good thinking, Bond.

Let's get outta here.

I'm surprised they didn't spot you.

There's a remarkable girl back there

with a deck of cards.

I saw those cards on the way up.

Spades, James. Every one.

You were nailed the minute you left 74.

Only one man can pull together

that much black muscle in this town.

Calls himself Mr Big.

You name the business.

They say he has a black concession.

What would a foreign prime minister

like Kananga

want with an American gangster?

Question is, what would Mr Big

want with a two-bit island diplomat?

Mr Big? Where the hell

does he fit into this mess?

A genuine Felix lighter. Illuminating.

Now listen, James,

Kananga's got a private plane and he's

leaving for San Monique within the hour.

- Get me on the next available flight.

- I already did.

I knew you wouldn't pass up a chance

to get away from where the real action is.

The legendary Baron Samedi, folks.

That's Saturday,

for those who speak French.

Voodoo god of cemeteries

and chief of the legion of the dead.

The man who cannot die.

But, for our purposes,

just a performer in a musical

extravaganza we've cooked up

for you wonderful people.

Good evening. The name's Bond.

I have a reservation.

Mr Bond. Of course.

Mrs Bond's been expecting you.

- Mrs Bond?

- She arrived earlier this afternoon.

Said she preferred

something a little more... private.

Bungalow 1 2.

An incurable romantic - Mrs Bond.

Room service, please.

Room service?

This is Mr Bond. Bungalow 1 2.

I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please.

Slightly chilled.

Two glasses. Thank you.

Anybody home?

Your champagne, sir.

- What was that?

- Your champagne.

Put it on the table, thanks.

- Shall I open it?

- What?

Shall I open it?

Oh, no. I can manage. Thank you.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Mrs Bond, I presume?

I'm Rosie Carver.

I guess I have a little explaining to do.

Yes. Either you or

dear Uncle Felix.

Custom 38, Smith & Wesson.

Corrugated three-inch stock,

no serial number, standard CIA issue.

The question is:
why point it at me?

The man who delivered your champagne

is not a hotel waiter.

I was just trying to be careful.

As for Felix Leiter, you're right.

I've worked for CIA down here

for some time now.

He cabled me you were coming

and asked if I would help out if I could.

Perhaps you'd better start

by getting your head together.

- There's a mirror in the bathroom.

- Yes.

You're only my second mission,

you know.

My first was Baines.

The agent who was killed.

It's a relief to know I'm next in line

for the same kind of aid.

- There's a...

- A snake! I should have told you.

You should never go in there

without a mongoose.

I should have never

gotten into any of this!

I'm going to be completely useless to you.

I'm sure we'll be able

to lick you into shape.

It's... getting late, Mrs Bond.

Tomorrow will be a very busy day.

You see, Kananga is

protecting something down here.

Something which Baines

obviously discovered.

You're going to show me the spot

where Baines' body was found.

That, I'm afraid,

only leaves us tonight to...

catch up on old times.

Felix told me there'd be

moments like this.

What did good old Felix suggest?

If all else failed,

cyanide pills.

I settled for two bedrooms.

Good night, Mr Bond.

Mrs Bond.

It's just a hat, darling,

belonging to a small-headed man

who lost a fight with a chicken.

It's a warning. Get it outta here!

Oh, please!

Please don't leave me alone tonight.

James, please promise me!

All right, darling,

if you insist... I promise.

Thank you.

Rosie!

Breakfast's up!

Rosie!

- Are you ready yet?

- What?

I have to see about organising a car.

I'll see you in the lobby.

Over here, sir!

Guarantee big fish. Catch big fish, sir!

Hey, baby! Over here!

Bring your man over here!

Just $20! Have a date!

You got warm lady?

We got cold beer over here, man.

You wanna catch a big fish, sir?

It's only 2 over here.

Good morning.

Come on, Rosie.

This one seems eager enough.

Excuse me!

Where can I change?

Me... clothes off... where?

Stop right there.

Turn around slowly.

Keep your hands up!

As I was saying, Quarrel, a lousy agent.

But the compensations

speak for themselves.

Rosie Carver, meet the man

who shares my hairbrush.

Quarrel Junior.

I'm really sorry. I could have shot you.

You might have even killed me

if you'd taken off the safety catch.

Never mind, darling.

You just let us know when we get

to the spot where Baines was killed.

It's up in the hills,

just after we clear the next cove.

Hey, Quarrel!

Who the hell lives up there?

That's the house of the Kananga woman.

She's supposed to have

the power of the obeah.

No one on the island

dare go up there except him.

He comes again.

There will be violence.

He approaches even now.

By land or water?

Water.

He has arrived.

Good.

Rosie's been more efficient

than I anticipated.

I know where

we could rustle up a car.

Beautiful, brave, and now resourceful.

Rosie, you seem to be staging

a remarkable comeback.

Tell me about the future.

Is it death?

I said, is it death?

It is death.

They're coming.

Rosie knows what to do.

Now, I want no bodies this time. No trace.

It's down there.

But... I thought you said

Baines was killed up in the hills, darling.

Up in the hills, down there.

Why don't we have a bite of lunch

and discuss it?

There's an excellent pt in the hamper.

I'm in no hurry.

Are you?

No.

James!

You don't know

what finding you has meant to me.

I can imagine.

And you've no idea

what finding this has meant to me.

You do know what the Queen of Cups

means in an upside-down position?

A deceitful, perverse woman.

A liar, a cheat.

And I'd like some answers now.

Please...

You don't understand, sir.

They'll kill me if I do.

And I'll kill you if you don't.

But you couldn't. You wouldn't.

Not after what we've just done.

I certainly wouldn't

have killed you before.

It used to be a convincing act, Rosie.

It's wearing a little thin now.

It's not an act. It's...

Make your choice.

Rosie!

You will explain what went wrong.

I see the intervention of a woman.

The girl was about to confess.

We had to kill her.

The trap was set.

Tee Hee was waiting.

And you saw death.

It must have been the girl's death.

If you do not ask specific questions,

I cannot be responsible for your

misinterpretation of the answers.

These growing signs of impertinence

begin to disturb me, Solitaire.

As they did with your mother before you.

She had the power and lost it.

Became useless to me.

You will not make the same mistake,

Solitaire.

Where is Bond now?

Where is Bond now?!

I cannot see

when you are this way with me.

Things become unclear.

Let us hope these momentary lapses

do not become a habit.

Your power exists to serve me.

And it is mine to control.

If and when the time comes I decide you

are to lose it, I myself will take it away.

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