The Living Daylights Page #4

Georgi said he'd help me.

How soon do we have to go?

Immediately. I promised Georgi

I'd get you back as soon as I could.

- Can't we stay here a few days?

- No. We leave first thing in the morning.

Is anything wrong?

Bond.

Don't make any sudden moves, General.

Go to the table.

Sit down.

I take it that this is not a social call, 007.

Correct. You should have brought lilies.

- May I ask why?

- Smiert Spionom.

Smiert Spionom?

That was a Beria operation in Stalin's

time. It was deactivated 20 years ago.

- Two of our agents are dead.

- My condolences.

We had nothing to do with it.

- Where's Koskov?

- He disappeared two weeks ago.

I was about to have him arrested.

- Why?

- For misusing state funds.

- Involving Whitaker?

- That is a security matter,

and cannot be discussed.

(bleeping)

That was damn stupid.

Get in the bathroom and lock the door.

Stay where you are.

Get down on your knees.

Put your hands behind your back.

You are a professional.

You do not kill without reason.

Two of our men are dead.

Koskov's named you.

- Why should I disobey my orders?

- I am in the dark as much as you are.

It is a question of trust.

Who do you believe? Koskov... or me?

If I trusted Koskov,

we wouldn't be talking.

But as long as you're alive,

we'll never know what he's up to.

Then I must die.

(bangs gavel) Ladies and gentlemen,

it is indeed my honor

to introduce the head of the Russian

delegation, Comrade Leonid Pushkin.

Comrade delegates, I bring you

profound fraternal greetings

from your comrades in Soviet Union.

(gunshots)

(women screaming)

No!

Seal the building. Let no one out!

(woman protests in Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

- Hey! You looking for a party?

- Seems like a good idea.

I'm sorry to put you through that, my dear.

It is the first time I've ever been grateful

that James Bond is a good shot.

Pull over here.

We can have a party some other time.

A little present for you.

Not enough? Take it all.

Just sit back and enjoy the ride.

Down below.

What the hell are you trying to do, 007?

Start World War III?

Felix Leiter.

Now, what's the CIA doing here?

- Nice work, girls.

- No hard feelings?

Not if the party's still on.

It's a long story, Felix, but in the end

Pushkin makes a miraculous recovery.

You mean this is a put-up job?

What's all this?

Well, we've been watching Pushkin

since he met with Whitaker.

- An illegal arms deal with the Russians?

- You've got me, James.

Whitaker has a few samples of hi-tech

stuff, but he's placed no big orders yet.

Looks like we're working on the same

case from opposite ends. Let's talk shop.

Ah! Well done.

Congratulations. We heard it on the radio.

I didn't kill him. Bond did.

I told you the British

believed me. I told you. I told you!

Now we can move. I'll signal

Amsterdam to ship the diamonds.

Sir?

Hello? Yes.

Who?

It's for you.

Hello?

(# scales played on cello)

Where have you been, James?

You were gone so long I was worried.

It's always nice to be missed.

Still no sign of Georgi.

- No, please. Go on playing.

- No.

Let's have a drink.

You remembered.

To us.

Nazdarovye.

Did I get it right?

Mm. Perfect.

What's the matter?

Kara, it's time I told you the truth.

I'm not a friend of Georgi's.

I'm a British agent looking for him.

He's betrayed us all, Kara.

The Russians, the British... even you.

He told us a sniper might try to kill him.

And he set you up as the sniper, Kara.

He wants you dead.

You knew too much.

Liar! You pretended to love me.

I telephoned Whitaker.

Georgi was there. He told me the truth.

You're a KGB agent,

using me to find him and kill him.

No, that's not... that's not true. I...

That's...

Chloral hydrate.

- Keep your hands off me!

- Listen to me!

- The rifle was shot out of your hands.

- How do you know?

Because I was...

I was the man sent to kill you.

Why didn't you?

Kara, my darling,

you were absolutely perfect.

Hurry.

(siren)

Sortez, s'il vous plat.

Merci, monsieur.

Open it, please.

Careful. It must be kept absolutely sterile.

Ugh!

Go.

I've been such a fool.

We both have.

Open the lid.

- Oh, my God.

- That's not human. It's an animal's heart.

Diamonds hidden in the ice.

(toilet flushes)

- How can I help you?

- I need my key ring. Look out.

(Bond groans)

Black coffee for our guest.

She has so many talents.

I'm curious...

- Why didn't you kill me?

- I'm not a barbarian, James.

I'm taking you

to the proper Soviet authorities

for the killing of General Pushkin.

You're a wonder, Georgi.

You get me to kill Pushkin for you.

Then you turn me in

to the Russians for his murder.

What are you going to ask for? Immunity?

Permission to emigrate

and enjoy the amenities of the West?

- They will never condone your defection.

- What defection?

I've been on a secret mission for General

Pushkin to disinform British Intelligence.

I'm sorry, James.

For you I have great affection,

but we have an old saying:

"Duty has no sweethearts."

We have an old saying, too, Georgi.

And you're full of it.

Come, Kara.

- Kara?

- Yes.

Welcome to Afghanistan.

Colonel Feyador,

my old comrade in arms.

I have here General Pushkin's assassin.

British Agent 007, James Bond.

See he is sent to Moscow.

One moment. There is one more.

Take her, too.

She's a defector.

I will be compassionate with you,

and try to have you assigned to

the Siberian Philharmonic Orchestra.

They're quite good

despite their bourgeois repertoire.

I am on a secret state mission. I need

a detachment of men and some trucks.

- Ah. What are these here for?

- For murder.

Murder? Oh.

I haven't had a woman prisoner

for a long time.

(laughter)

Come.

Russky, has Colonel Feyador

considered my appeal?

Yes. Good news.

You won't be hung in the morning.

You will be shot!

- It's all a mistake. I stole nothing!

- You can tell Allah when you see him.

- Strip.

- (speaks Russian)

Shout all you want. It's soundproofed.

They don't like to hear screaming at night.

I didn't tell you to get down.

I did not tell you to get up.

Now get up.

(whistles)

(bleeping)

(whistles)

(whistles "Rule Britannia")

- (yells)

- James!

Agh!

(prisoner laughs)

Lock the door.

You were fantastic. We're free.

Kara, we're in a Russian air base in the

middle of Afghanistan. Try the small key.

- At least we're together.

- Terrific. Come on.

Please.

(man shouts in Russian)

(shouts in Russian)

Come on. Jump.

(speaks Afghan)

- What's going on?

- I tell them you no Russian.

They no kill you now.

- Not now? How about later?

- Don't worry. They'll save you for the harem.

It's the work of the mujaheddin.

- Mujaheddin?

- The Afghan Resistance.

(shouting in Afghan)

(cheering)

(gunshots)

(speaks Afghan)

(shouts in Afghan)

(shouting)

I hope he's not invited to dinner.

Thank you both for your help.

My name is Kamran Shah.

Please forgive the theatricals.

It's a hangover from my Oxford days.

I'm sure you'd like to freshen up.

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