Live and Let Die Page #5

That's Billy Bob!

He'll get 'em! Billy Bob'll get 'em!

Hot damn!

If one side of the Pepper family

don't get 'em, the other side will! Let's go!

If any man can show just cause why they

may not lawfully be joined together,

Iet him now speak, or else hereafter...

Headquarters to all units.

Suspects seen proceeding down

by Liberty towards Highway 11.

Proceed with caution.

Would you get that chicken coop

off the road?!

Did you ever think of gettin'

a driver's licence, boy?!

Are you sure that was

your brother-in-law, Sheriff?

- Felix, what are you doing here?

- We'll get to that later.

Kananga's in town. He's got your girl.

They just took off.

There's the son of a b*tch! I got him!

What are you?

Some kind of doomsday machine, boy?

Well, we've got a cage strong enough

to hold an animal like you here!

- Captain, enlighten the sheriff, please.

- Yes, sir.

JW, let me have a word with you.

JW, now this fella's

from London, England.

He's an Englishman workin'

in cooperation with our boys.

- A sort of secret agent.

- Secret agent?!

On whose side?!

We busted the Fillet of Soul an hour ago.

We came up with nothing but these.

Kananga's clear.

You should have seen the size

of the guy on the boat with him.

Nine feet tall, I swear.

Big top hat, a cockamamie flute

in one hand and Solitaire in the other.

The incendiary bombs

are set for midnight.

Now, that gives you exactly... 30 minutes.

Watch out for sharks on the way back.

We'll see you for breakfast, Felix.

Good hunting!

You're going to need these

and the shark gun on the way back.

Seems like the party's started.

My regards to Baron Samedi, man -

right between the eyes.

Trouble!

Mr Bond! There you are!

And Miss Solitaire as well.

Hardly unexpected, but most welcome.

Whisper!

Two more glasses for our guests!

- What shall we drink to, Mr Bond?

- How about an earthquake?

Welcome home. Where's our boy?

He'll be along any time now.

I checked behind a rock

and his wet suit is gone.

Keep the change.

It is unfortunate your wet suit was found

only minutes before

the field was destroyed.

Don't tell me you're not insured?

The poppy is a very sturdy flower.

You have been

a relatively minor nuisance, in fact.

But this gun...

I find it particularly fascinating.

What is it?

A shark gun, naturally.

With compressed gas pellets.

Ingenious!

Don't

pull the pin out. The air in here

is foul enough already.

Somehow I never thought of you

as a poor loser.

I was hoping you would join me

to drink to the future.

Miss Solitaire used to know all about

the future. Especially predicting death.

An underground monorail.

Connected to the last refuge

of a scoundrel, no doubt.

The heroin leaves here, I take it,

carried somewhere by that winch.

Correct again, Mr Bond.

What a quick study you are.

Let me show you exactly how it works.

Where in hell can the man be?

Relax!

He must have got tied up somewhere.

These cans hold 25 pounds each.

There are 20 cans to a shipment,

packed in watertight

metal containers.

It's your show, but isn't there

a simpler way of drowning someone?

Drown, Mr Bond?

I doubt you'd get the chance to drown.

Perhaps we could try something

on an even simpler vein.

On the contrary, Mr Bond,

I think you'll find those wounds quite

fatal.

Whisper...

The gate.

Slowly, Whisper, slowly, slowly.

Let our diners assemble.

Look out!

Where's Kananga?

He always did have

an inflated opinion of himself.

Oh, James!

How do we get out of here?

We take the train, of course.

Thanks for everything, Felix.

See you tomorrow night at the 21 Club.

Why do you want to travel this way?

What the hell can the two of you do

on the train for 16 hours?

Say goodbye to Felix, darling.

Now, the first thing to learn

in playing gin rummy

is never take a card from the exposed

pile unless you really need it.

Gin.

James! What are you doing?

Just testing an old adage.

"Unlucky at cards..."

- Do hurry up, James.

- Won't be a moment, darling.

Lock the door as well on your way up,

would you, James?

After all, we wouldn't want anyone

to just walk in on us, would we?

For the first time in my life,

I feel like a complete woman.

The slightest touch of your hand...

I was always so afraid that

a part of me would stay with the past.

But now I know

there's no chance of that any longer.

To be able to reach out and touch you...

Mr Bond. It's good to see you again.

Well, that wasn't very funny!

Now what are you doing?

Just being disarming, darling.

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