Never Say Never Again Page #3

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their technical section.

Not a bad chap, though like all

defectors, prone to melancholy.

I suppose it's all that

vodka and English weather.

Rather tasty, this is. It looks like

a watch, but it's really a laser.

Keeps perfect time.

But for how long?

At least your lifetime.

Good to see you, Mr. Bond.

Things have been awfully dull round here.

Bureaucrats running the old place,

everything done by the book.

Can't make a decision unless the

computer gives you the go-ahead.

Now you're on this,

I hope we're going to have some

gratuitous sex and violence.

I certainly hope so, too. What is this for?

I'll show you.

You unscrew it, then stick it up your nose.

It's for my sinus.

Well, I won't need one of

these where I'm going.

Where's that?

Or are you not allowed to say?

The Bahamas.

Lucky bloody you!

Sorry.

That's perfectly all right.

What are you hoping to catch?

Something about 6'2", 190

pounds, with brown eyes.

Well, why bother going to sea?

Let me help you.

Mr. Bond!

I say, Mr. Bond!

Catch you later, perhaps.

Right.

Nigel Small-Fawcett,

British embassy, Nassau.

How do you do, Nigel?

Sorry I'm late.

But as you're one of these

undercover johnnies,

I took the precaution

of not being followed.

And that's why you shouted

my name across the harbor?

Oh, God, did I? I'm sorry.

Damn. Damn!

Sorry. I'm rather new to all this.

What's the score with Largo?

He's highly visible in these parts.

Enormously wealthy. Owns the

biggest boat in the Caribbean.

Spends a lot of his time at a

place called Bluebeard Reef.

Marine archeology, I gather.

You've met him?

Oh, yes. He's charming.

I mean, foreign, but charming nonetheless.

He donates a lot of money to worthy causes.

He built a maritime museum and

a new wing for the orphanage.

I'm sure he's very kind to his mother.

Don't know his mother.

You're not going to make any

trouble, are you, Mr. Bond?

Let's face it, your

reputation has preceded you.

Do I look like the sort of

man who would make trouble?

Well, yes, frankly.

And you're going to

jeopardize the tourist trade

if you start going around killing people.

Nigel, please. Just go back to your desk.

Find out where Largo's

boat is at the moment.

Call me later. I'll be at my hotel.

Jolly good. I'll get onto that at once.

And take full advantage

of the natural cover.

Is this the Flying Saucer?

Yeah. It sailed this morning.

How reckless of me. I made you all wet.

Yes, but my martini's still dry.

My name's James.

Hello, James. I'm Fatima Blush.

You ski very well.

I do many things very well.

I'm sure you do.

What brings you to Nassau, James?

I'm fishing.

For what?

Anything I can get.

I know the best waters.

I'd be very happy to show them to you.

Now, why would you want to do that?

I'd like you to find

what you're looking for.

I'm all yours.

Yes?

James, would you come down please?

Right away.

I think this should take

care of you perfectly.

I'm sure it will.

You're marvelously well-equipped.

Thank you, James.

So are you.

Thank you.

What exactly are we going down for?

Sport and a little fun.

You appear tense.

You affect me, James.

Well, that's bad.

Going down, one should always be relaxed.

Is it far to the reef?

It's far enough.

We've got time to kill.

It's you.

Well, you did say you'd catch me later.

Oh, my God.

623 and...

Here you are. No messages.

Hello?

Mr. Bond, I've finally tracked you down.

Small-Fawcett here.

I hope I haven't caught

you at an awkward moment.

No, not at all. Just be brief.

I don't have too much time.

Just want you to know that

I'm on top of things.

I've found out that Largo's boat is

en route for the south of France.

Well done.

It was nothing, really.

If you're free tomorrow, why

don't we go snorkeling?

Sounds a wonderful idea.

Jolly good, Bond!

Because I was wanting

to discuss with you...

What's that?

Mr. Bond?

Proof that we made the right decision.

About what, darling?

Your place or mine.

I found a villa for us just

where you wanted. It's perfect.

The Flying Saucer is

anchored in the bay below.

And Q sent this.

Thank you.

- Catch!

- Get down!

- Felix.

- Not bad.

Not bad at all. Nothing

wrong with your reflexes.

How you doing, buddy?

What the hell are you doing here?

CIA sent me to ride shotgun with you.

- 326.

- How do you do?

Excuse my inexperience. Nicole.

I'm Felix Leiter. Enchant.

Thank you. My car is right there.

I ran some checks in the Langley computer.

Anything on Largo?

No, he's squeaky clean.

I must say, for once, your

hunch was wrong, buddy.

- Algernon, right?

- Yes.

I had the first one of those

things, and it blew up in my face.

A motorbike came for you from England.

Here's the papers.

What are you gonna do with this bike?

I won't know until I test it.

It's gonna be your ass, James.

Thank you.

Felix?

Yeah.

Forget the soup.

Feast your eyes on that.

What've you got here, James?

That's Largo's lady.

Her name is Domino. Domino Petachi.

Petachi. The Air Force officer

killed in that car crash.

Jack Petachi.

That's right. He was her brother.

Well, there's the man himself.

If he's got the bombs, do you think

he'd have them on his yacht?

Unlikely. But get some scuba gear.

We'll check her out.

Right.

Welcome to the Centre de la Sant.

I hope you enjoy our facilities.

Do you serve men here?

But of course.

Some men more than others.

Miss Petachi. No one told me

you were here. I am sorry.

You speak English, yes?

Yes. Quite well, in fact.

Now, hard or soft massage?

Hard, please.

Well, perhaps we should

begin with your back.

I don't believe we've seen

you around here before.

No, I was on a boat.

And what boat would that be?

The Flying Saucer.

Mr. Largo's boat.

Yes. Do you know Mr. Largo?

I know of him.

I know he owns many beautiful things.

Yes, he's a very generous man, Mr. Largo.

I'm sure he is.

He's giving a charity ball tonight

at the casino, for children.

What a worthy cause.

Perhaps I should attend.

I'd really like to ask you. I would.

But I'm afraid the guest list

is very restricted. I'm sorry.

C'est la vie.

C'est la vie?

Such is life.

Such is life.

That feels so good.

Certainly does.

Excuse me?

It certainly does need it.

You have slight lesions

in the upper vertebrae.

Could you go a little lower, please?

Lower?

Yes, please.

Please.

Right there.

That feels so good.

I am sorry, mademoiselle.

We are so very busy today.

Where'd the masseur go?

Who?

The man, the...

The man I pass? He does not work here.

They'll never let you in.

I'd better wait for you.

No, Nicole. You go back to the villa.

Find that villa.

Wait a minute! You there!

I shouldn't have the fish.

You must have an unreasonable fear of

gatecrashers to carry this heavy artillery.

This bomb has a tiny gyroscope inside.

Any lateral movement on your part

and you could be served in an egg cup.

If you understand what's being

explained to you, nod gently.

Good boy. Stay.

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