Never Say Never Again Page #2

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A man did try to kill me, sir.

No, caught you seducing his wife, did he?

No, sir, not at all.

But in fact, I lost four pounds,

and God knows how many free radicals.

That is the kind of attitude that

tempts me to suspend you, 007!

Now, this test is to assess

distance and accuracy

of cruise-missile release

from the support country.

Now, these ALCMs with dummy warheads

will go from terrain following,

to inertial guidance, over

water, toward the target.

We hope.

Stand by.

Countdown is go for dummy

warhead loading and B-1 flight.

Let's hope we never have to use

the real thing. Good luck.

All right, men. This is it.

Let's make it a good one.

1-0-1, Depot One.

Mr. President, please stand by

while authority for this procedure

is confirmed by eye-print check.

If confirmation is not authenticated

within eight seconds,

the base will be sealed.

Eight, seven, six, five...

Come on... four, three, two...

Come on.

One. Thank you.

Presidential authority is confirmed

for change of test procedure.

Dummy warheads will be replaced

by W80 thermonuclear device.

Have a nice day.

Jack!

Bravo!

Oh, no! No!

Oh!

My poor angel. My sweet baby.

Mr. Kovacs, how much longer?

They're coming. They're almost in range.

Range safety officer to base. Alert.

Radar confirms both missiles

on descent trajectory. Repeat.

What the hell's going on here?

They've got maximum thrust,

but they're still going down.

About to cross minimum cruise height.

Descending below minimum cruise height.

Damn! We've lost them.

We've got them.

Well, Kovacs?

The fish are netted.

Put them on ice.

I am supreme commander of SPECTRE,

the Special Executive

for Counterintelligence,

Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion.

Yesterday morning,

the American Air Force

launched two cruise missiles

from Swadley airbase in Great Britain.

Through the ingenuity of SPECTRE,

the dummy warheads they carried

were replaced with live nuclear warheads.

Your weapons of destruction are

now safely in our possession

and will be moved to two secret targets.

Please note the serial

numbers of the missiles.

They will confirm the truth.

Your weapons of deterrence did

not deter us from our objective.

A terrible catastrophe now confronts you.

However, it can be avoided by paying

a tribute to our organization,

amounting to 25o/o of your respective

countries' annual oil purchases.

We have accomplished two of the functions

that the name SPECTRE embodies,

terror and extortion.

If our demands are not

met within seven days,

we shall ruthlessly apply

the third, revenge.

That would be $25 billion a year!

Order, gentlemen, please. Order!

These demands would destabilize

the monetary system!

I call this meeting to order!

The foreign secretary wishes to address you!

Lord Ambrose.

Gentlemen, we are faced with

the ultimate nightmare,

the abduction of nuclear warheads.

But how is this possible?

Up to this point, our fail-safe

procedures relating to nuclear hardware

have been absolutely foolproof.

I hope the American government realizes

its awesome responsibility in this matter.

NATO has a joint responsibility

to solve this problem, gentlemen.

But if this gets out, it

will cause worldwide panic.

How well has this

information been contained?

Apart from those present in this room,

the information resides only with

the CIA and British Intelligence.

Wonderful. That means by now

it's all over the Kremlin.

I know your feelings, M, but I insist

you reactivate the double-0's.

As you wish, sir.

Maximilian Largo, born Bucharest, 1945.

Industrialist and philanthropist.

Resident Nassau, Bahamas. No

known criminal activities...

Here you are.

You still here, Moneypenny?

You should be in bed.

James, we both should be.

Instead I'm looking everywhere for you.

Forget that.

M wants to see you right now.

It's panic stations upstairs.

He's been with the Prime Minister all day.

I think you're back in business, James.

Welcome home.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Morning. Morning.

- The latest reports?

- Everything okay?

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Charles.

In absolute secrecy, the Americans

are trying to trace the missile

that's on their eastern seaboard.

The other allegedly threatens the

oilfields of the Middle East.

How well protected are they from the air?

Everyone's collaborating. The

Americans, NATO, the Japanese.

They're putting up an air screen

a mosquito couldn't get through.

Our concern is that the warhead

may already be in position.

The worst devastation would result

from a subterranean explosion.

You see, the oil-bearing

strata in the area,

interconnected by a surprisingly

delicate structure...

It would be a sort of ripple effect.

What's the Americans' story on

how the damn things were stolen?

The release of ALCMs has to come

from the President himself.

Even that has safeguards.

It can only be authorized after

a scan of his right eye.

The only irregularity they've discovered

is that a communications officer

unofficially left the base

at the time of the launch.

A certain Captain Jack Petachi.

If this Petachi was involved,

is it conceivable that he

could have used a false eye?

Do come along, Bond.

Let's think of a more logical

explanation, shall we?

Okay, let's run through that routine

we were working on yesterday...

It'll make you strong.

There.

Let's go again.

Okay.

Four, five, six, seven, down.

Come on, now.

Max!

As usual, I have left you

alone too long. I know.

But I brought you a gift.

I don't want any more gifts.

I just want you. That's all I want.

I know, but this is different.

Look. Max.

Look.

What is it?

It's very old.

What's the inscription?

Arabic. The Tears of Allah.

The story is that the Prophet wept

for the barrenness of the desert,

and his tears made a well.

It's a legend, of course,

but like all great legends,

it is also the truth.

It is the most valuable thing

I have ever possessed. Except you.

And you trust me to wear it?

A safer place than around your

neck, I couldn't imagine.

And what if I ever leave you?

No, really!

Then I cut your throat.

Nice to know even old Q can surprise

one of you double-0's occasionally.

Algernon.

Not quite perfected yet.

You could write a very

binding contract with this.

Yeah, I wish I had a new contract.

They've slashed my budget, you see.

You can't get the spare parts.

And when you can, there's usually

some strike that stops delivery.

And look at this place. They keep

it bloody freezing down here.

Plays havoc with my sinuses.

We're both humble servants

of the Crown, Algy.

If the CIA made me an offer,

I'd be off like a shot.

Unlimited resources, air conditioning,

28 flavors of ice cream in the restaurant.

It's a motorbike toy.

If I can get the thing to work

properly, I'll ship it out to you.

Wait a minute. I've got something

in here that could be useful.

The prototype came from a KGB defector.

Bit of a whiz kid in

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