Live and Let Die Page #4

But first

there's one little question

that he wants answers for.

Then you'd better ship me back

to the island and let him ask in person.

I'm not in the habit

of giving answers to lackeys.

You damn lucky you got an ear left

to hear the question with.

Which is... did you mess with that?

That's between Solitaire and myself...

and Kananga. I'll tell him when I see him.

You won't see sunlight

unless you answer!

I'd no idea you were so frightened of him.

Did you touch her?!

When I see Kananga.

Right.

Quite revealing.

Kananga:
poppy grower

in thousands of acres

of well-camouflaged fields,

protected by the voodoo threat

of Baron Samedi.

Then there's Mr Big,

distributor and wholesaler through

a chain of Fillet Of Soul restaurants.

Wholesale?

Sell heroin, for money?!

My apologies. I'm sure

you simply give it away.

Excellent, Mr Bond.

That's precisely what I intend to do.

Two tons of it, to be exact.

When entering into

a fiercely competitive field,

one finds it advisable

to give away free samples.

Man or woman, black or white.

I don't discriminate.

Two tons of heroin with a street value

well over a billion dollars

nationally distributed free?

That should make a certain group of

families rather angry, wouldn't you say?

Angry?

Why, my dear Mr Bond,

it'll positively drive them

out of their minds.

- And subsequently out of the business.

- Quite ingenious.

A sort of junkies' welfare system.

Merely until the number of addicts

in the country has doubled, shall we say?

Then I will market that acreage

you blundered into the other day.

That heroin will be very expensive indeed,

leaving myself and the phone company

the only two going monopolies

in this nation for years to come.

And here I thought it was Solitaire

who did the fortune-telling.

Let's hope for both your sakes

she still can.

The question still stands, Mr Bond.

Asked by the gentleman concerned.

Did you touch her?

Well, it's not the sort of question...

a gentleman answers.

Well, having set the example,

I don't expect Miss Solitaire

to be any less the lady.

By the way,

that's a particularly handsome watch

you're wearing, Mr Bond.

- May I see it, please?

- You'll forgive me if I don't get up.

Butterhook!

Tee Hee.

On the first wrong answer

from Miss Solitaire,

you will snip the little finger

of Mr Bond's right hand.

Starting with the second wrong answer,

you will proceed

to the more... vital areas.

Solitaire,

my dear,

I want you to listen to me very carefully.

On the back of Mr Bond's watch

the registration number: 3-2-6-

Do I speak the truth?

You speak the truth.

Well,...

if nothing else,

at least I've laid your fears to rest.

My compliments on a splendid operation.

There is one thing, however, the...

Whisper.

Take him to the farm.

When do we start back?

Soon, Solitaire.

Soon.

Solitaire, why?

I treated you well. You lacked for nothing.

I don't understand what you...

Mr Bond's watch, my dear.

I gave you every break possible.

You had a 50-50 chance.

You weren't even close.

I had no choice.

Please believe me... The cards!

When the time came, I myself

would have given you love.

You knew that.

You knew that!

There's only one proper way

to deal with this.

And one proper time.

The tonnage order is nearly complete.

We move it out tonight.

And I mean tonight!

Mr Bond.

How much do you know

about crocodiles, Bond?

I've... always tried

to keep them at arm's length myself.

Cute little nippers, ain't they?

I don't suppose those potential

overnight bags are orphans.

Oh, no! We have

some moms and dads as well.

In fact, quite a few thousand.

This is the part I like best: feeding time.

I suspect, the highlight of the tour.

Some of these babies

live to be 200 years old.

Look over there.

That's an alligator.

You can always tell by its round nose.

There's old Albert.

He's a croc.

Got careless with him some time back,

and he took my whole arm off.

Well done, Albert!

They'll eat anything. Even each other.

Then again, sometime they can go

a whole year without eating.

I was rather counting on that.

There are two ways

to disable a crocodile, you know.

I... don't suppose you'd care

to share that information with me?

One way is to jam a pencil

into the depression hole behind his eyes.

And the other?

The other's twice as simple.

You just put your hand in his mouth

and pull his teeth out.

Fire!

Evans, get him!

Adam, in the car! Head him off!

Hector, move, damn it!

Bond ripped off one of our boats.

He's headed for the lrish Bayou.

The man that gets him, stays alive!

Now move, you mothers!

Toby.

I got me a regular Ben Hur down here.

Doin' 95, minimum.

- Need any help, JW?

- Hell, no!

You got a set of wheels

that just won't quit, boy!

If they's yours, that is.

You spin around, boy.

Ten fingers on the fender.

Legs apart.

I'm sure this ain't exactly your debut

at this sort of thing.

You picked the wrong parish

to haul ass through, boy.

Nobody cuts and runs

on Sheriff JW Pepper.

And that's him speakin' that, by the bye!

What the...

JW?

Soon as you nail that offendin' vehicle,

Miss Pearsonjust called.

Seems her dog's

foamin' all at the mouth.

She's got him locked up in the shed

and wondered ifyou'd like to

come over and shoot it for her.

You tell Miss Pearson to take a flyin'...

That look like a boat stuck

in the Sheriff's car there, Eddie?

Boy, where you been all your life?

That there's one of them new car-boats.

By the powers invested in me

by this parish,

I hereby do commandeer this vehicle

and all those persons within.

And that means you, smartass!

Unit 23 in position.

Ten-four, 23. Come in, 28.

Hey, JW. Seems like Deke Rogers

done got his boat stole offthe river

but got a new one in his swimming pool.

- Sheriff, get your boys offmy frequency!

- Give me that!

Now you listen to me, trooper boy!

We got a swamp full of Black Russians

drivin' boats to beat the band down here!

Relax, Sheriff. We've got a roadblock

waiting for them at Miller's Bridge.

Unit 26 at Miller's Bridge.

We're just about all set here.

Make that secure there! D'you hear?

OK, fellas. Here they come!

All right, out of my way!

I'm in charge here!

You two boys, come on!

I want those two men and

their boats apprehended immediately!

Yes, sir, Captain. I understand.

But, I don't know where we're gonna find

a boat fast enough to catch 'em.

Call my brother-in-law, Billy Bob. He's got

the fastest boat on the whole damn river.

Billy Bob'll sure enough fix their ass!

Yeah, call Billy Bob.

There's two boats, Billy Bob.

They're movin' like buttered pigs!

Now, I promised these boys here

you'd get 'em. Don't let me down.

Cool down, JW. I'm on my way.

- Want something, boy?

- Yes. I'd like to borrow this boat, if I may.

Everybody on the river

would like to borrow this boat.

Billy Bob, we've got 'em spotted.

They're headed for Hayley's Landing.

That's my brother-in-law!

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