The Living Daylights Page #3

- What happened?

- Salt corrosion.

They're setting up roadblocks.

- What is this?

- I've had a few optional extras installed.

(gunfire)

Amazing, this modern safety glass.

Look out!

See where this leads to.

This road only leads to the lake.

Time to leave.

James!

(man speaking Czech over PA)

Brace yourself.

We almost made it.

Come on! Quick! Go.

Glad I insisted you brought that cello.

Sorry.

Not far now.

Here, wave this.

Duck!

- We've nothing to declare.

- Just a cello. (echoes)

(muezzin calls)

(shutter clicks repeatedly)

(rapid bleeping)

If you wait here, sir,

I'll find the chief.

General Pushkin, it's a pleasure.

I'm Brad Whitaker.

Didn't expect to see you in Tangiers.

- General Koskov with you?

- Nyet.

War has always been

man's main occupation.

Fools say his greatest accomplishments

were the wheel and the alphabet.

I say it's a battering ram and gunpowder.

How do you like my pantheon

of great commanders?

- Butchers.

- Surgeons.

They cut away society's dead flesh.

Let me show you something.

At ease, Sergeant.

This way, sir.

My hobby - the strategy and tactics

of the world's historic battles.

(martial music)

Afghanistan,

the North-West Frontier, 1895.

The initial trial of the first automatic

machine gun:
the .303-caliber Maxim.

The King's Royal Rifles

wiped out a vastly superior force.

Kept the British in Afghanistan

for another 25 years.

What you Russians need nowadays

is the equivalent of a modern Maxim.

Third-generation starlight scopes.

A laser-sighting,

short-barreled machine pistol.

Infantry mini-missiles. Range 5km.

And smart - just fire and forget.

It penetrates all existing armor.

- Samples of everything ordered.

- The order is cancelled.

You'll return our deposit

of $50 million within the next 48 hours.

You can't be serious, General. Do you know

how hard it is to obtain this equipment?

I mean, this is the latest

US and European stuff.

I've made commitments,

letters of credit, special payoffs.

We know you've had our money

in your Swiss account for eight weeks,

and that you have made

no payments of any kind.

I can't cancel orders at this late date.

As one soldier to another,

you have my word of honor...

Spare me your military pretensions.

What army did you serve in?

You were expelled

from West Point for cheating.

Then a short stint as

a mercenary in the Belgian Congo.

Later you worked with various criminals

that helped finance your first arms deals.

Lies spread by my competitors.

You seem to forget your "wars of liberation"

that I have supplied through General Koskov.

Those are my business credentials.

The money in two days, or you'll find

yourself out of business permanently.

Georgi Koskov as well.

I don't know what you two are scheming,

but it is over. Is that understood?

Careful.

Taxi!

Vienna's beautiful, just like Georgi said.

- You care for him a great deal, don't you?

- I owe him everything.

My scholarship

at the conservatoire, my Strad.

- Your cello's a Stradivarius?

- A famous one. The Lady Rose.

- Georgi got it in New York.

- Quite a present.

Maybe someday I'll play there,

at Carnegie Hall.

- Georgi believes I can do it.

- I'm sure he's right.

- We go to him now?

- Yeah. Unless he had to move on.

If he did, I'm sure he left a message.

(# "Wine, Women and Song Waltz"

by Johann Strauss)

Danke.

Careful.

Oh...

Good afternoon, Mr. Bond.

You will need your usual suite?

Not tonight, Hans.

Something with a second bedroom.

- Shall I have some vodka martinis sent up?

- Shaken, not stirred.

Of course.

- Universal Exports.

- Bond here.

I need two tickets for the opera tonight,

to be left at the box office.

- Do you like it?

- For princess or wife of commissar?

- Let's buy it.

- Don't joke. Who will pay?

Georgi, of course.

Mm...

Please. Stop it.

The chief wants you.

We have to report.

Very good.

At ease, Sergeant.

Pushkin wants the money back.

Don't worry. We've convinced

the British that Pushkin is a danger.

They will send their best man,

James Bond, to eliminate him.

I'm not convinced. Necros can do it.

I've worked with the Russians.

My appearance is well known to them.

It could jeopardize my comrades

who depend upon me.

And they depend upon me. Where else

will they find a steady supply of arms?

Our basic plan is sound.

Pushkin is, how you say, history.

Not yet. Your James Bond

hasn't laid a finger on him.

The British are naturally cautious.

An additional inducement will ensure this.

For instance,

if another agent were... eliminated.

Do it. But if Pushkin is still alive on

the last day of the conference, kill him.

(# "Marriage of Figaro" by Mozart)

- All my life I've dreamt of this.

- Maybe you'll play here one day.

That's too much to hope for.

Excuse me for a few moments.

- Isn't that...?

- The cello girl.

- The KGB sniper? Why bring her here?

- She's not KGB. She's Koskov's girlfriend.

She shot blanks at him

to make his defection look real to us.

Koskov's defection phony?

The KGB snatched him back.

That's what we were supposed to think.

These are serious accusations, Bond.

What are you up to?

I'm posing as Koskov's friend

to see what leads I can get from her.

You know he bought her a cello

in New York called the Lady Rose?

- A cello with a name?

- It's a Stradivarius. They all have names.

Where would Koskov get

that kind of money? Check it out.

I'll need papers for her tonight. I have

to get her out of the country by tomorrow.

Here... I took these this afternoon.

Look, this is highly irregular. I won't

get the OK from London for a day at least.

It can't wait, Saunders.

That girl's our only chance

of getting Koskov back.

(bell rings)

Very well.

I've got nothing to lose but my pension.

Meet me at the Prater Caf

near the Ferris wheel at midnight.

(orchestra tunes up)

(screaming)

- No more.

- This one.

(mechanized scream/laughter)

Take me on the wheel.

You'll be able to see better.

- Ballon, mein Herr?

- Nein.

Is it real or just a dream?

- (thud)

- What's wrong? Why do we stop?

I arranged it.

We could be here all night.

Don't. It's impossible.

Knowing you only two days and all I can

think of is how we would be together.

Don't think. Just let it happen.

(laughter)

Do you want another ride?

I'll be back in a minute.

There may be a message for me.

(bleep)

It was bought recently

at auction in New York.

Lot 124, the Lady Rose,

a cello by Stradivarius of Cremona, 1724.

Sold for $150,000... to Brad Whitaker.

Whitaker? The arms dealer?

The same.

Koskov and Whitaker.

- Where's Whitaker now?

- At his place in Tangier.

Well done.

Good luck.

Saunders...

Thanks.

(screaming)

(alarm bell)

Where are you going?

What's the matter?

Bad accident back there.

Did you hear?

Hear from Georgi?

Yes.

I got the message.

He's with Whitaker in Tangier.

- Brad Whitaker? The American?

- You know him?

He's a patron of the arts.

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