The Man with the Golden Gun Page #3

And after he was shot,

it wasn't there.

I looked.

Gentlemen, I congratulate you.

Instead of getting a perfected solex,

we're left with a useless corpse|and no leads.

One lead, sir.

Assuming Gibson|was killed by Scaramanga,

whoever hired him|could afford a million dollars.

- Are you suggesting Hai Fat?|- He could afford it.

Out of petty cash.

A thought has occurred to me.

If Hai Fat hired Scaramanga,

- it's unlikely that he met him personally.|- Why?

If anything had gone wrong,|there's nothing to connect the two.

That gives me an idea|as to how to approach him.

Q, I'll... need this.

- Really, 007!|- Oh, I admit it's a little kinky.

You'll take Miss Goodnight with you.

- Goodnight, sir?|- After tonight's debacle,

an efficient liaison officer|wouldn't come amiss.

Thank you, sir.

You won't get near Hai Fat.

I have relatives in Bangkok.|I have often passed his place.

He lives in a house on a mountain|surrounded by guards.

No way!|The place is crawling with guards.

Have a look.

Hai Fat takes his privacy very seriously.

I'm sure he'll see me.

Good morning. How's the water?

Why don't you come in and find out?

- Sounds very tempting, Miss, er...|- Chew Mee.

Really?

There's only one problem.|I have no swimming trunks.

Neither have I.

What are you doing here?

Get out!

Immediately.

I will have you...

Please forgive me, Mr Scaramanga.

Excuse me, Chew Mee.

Bye-ee.

You understand my surprise.

I thought it was understood.

We were never to meet, Mr Scaramanga.

I always thought|your abnormality was a myth.

Some cults consider it a sign of|invulnerability and great sexual prowess.

I've learned to live with it.

Why are you here?

Bond. James Bond.

- Do I know the gentleman?|- Well, he knows you.

Without being immodest, there are few|people in this part of the world who don't.

And there are very few people|who haven't heard of Bond.

British Secret Service,|007, licensed to kill.

He's good, even by my standards.

- He was near the Bottoms Up Club.|- A coincidence.

I don't believe in them.

The man's a menace.|He knows something.

Are you suggesting I invest|another million to remove him?

That's up to you.

I will give it some thought.

Since you have chosen to meet me,|perhaps you will dine here tonight.

- I'll be delighted.|- Nine o'clock, then.

Ling Po, see this gentleman out.

Don't tell me you saw him?!

He even invited me to dinner.

He must have found me quite titillating.

In due time, I shall be laid to rest|here in my mausoleum

after a useful, happy, long life.

And I do not intend|to allow Mr Bond to shorten it.

I'll get the car.

- You know I'd rather be dining with you.|- I understand, James. Please hurry back.

I'll ring as soon as I do.|A midnight snack might be just the thing.

I'll keep the wine properly chilled.

And everything else warm, I trust.

Bye-bye!

And everything else warm?!

I hope you don't mind|giving my nieces a lift.

Good evening.

Hai Fat's is on the way.

I'll drop the girls, come back and wait.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

The name's Scaramanga.|Mr Fat is expecting me.

Grislyland.

A pleasant evening.

Get him! Come on!

Stop it!

Not here.

This is my home.

Take Mr Bond to school.

Heaven.

Definitely heaven.

Tashman.

Chula.

Chula! Chula! Chula!

Chula! Chula! Chula!

Are you all right?

- How did you find me?|- Hai Fat owns this place.

Stand back, girls.

Forgot to tell you!

Their father runs a karate school.

Hang on!

What you might call|a Mexican screw-up, gentlemen!

Pretty lady, 100 bahts.

- No, no.|- 80 bahts.

Pretty lady, real elephant. 60 bahts.

Missy, yesa!

Elephant. Bargain, mister. 100 bahts.

Elephant! Real elephant.

You are very handsome man. 40 bahts.

For you, mister, 20 bahts.

Sonny, I'll give you 20,000 bahts|if you can make this heap go any faster.

- I'm afraid I'll have to owe you.|- Bloody tourist! 20,000 bahts!

Goddamn little brown water hog!

Oh, what's the matter, JW, huh?

You just try that in "my" bayou, boy!|I'd haul your ass!

Oh, look, JW. I just gotta have me|one of those cute little elephants.

Elephants!

We're Democrats, Maybelle.

If you got your little pointy heads|out of them pajamas,

you wouldn't be late for work.

I knew it!

You pointy-heads has no more idea|of traffic control than a gooney bird!

Get your cotton-picking schnoz|out of my pants. Hear now?

Boy, you is ugly.

JW?

Where are you?

What do they teach in that school?|Ballet dancing?

I find nothing remotely amusing|about Mr Bond's escape.

You underestimated him.

Even my influence doesn't extend|into the British Secret Service.

I shall lie low too.

I won't jeopardise a project|in which I've invested half my fortune,

when it's ready to yield billions.

- Where will you hide out?|- That does not concern you.

Take this.

Return it to the plant and|don't leave there without my permission.

May I remind you that you work for me.

I took you on as a junior partner to be an|occasional convenience. Nothing more.

I did not hire you to interfere in my affairs.

- Is that clearly understood?|- Oh, yes, very clearly.

I now regret having even considered|employing your services,

but that is beside the point.

Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok.|He's never seen you, but he knows me.

That's the problem.

That's no problem.

What happened?

Mr Fat has just resigned.

I'm the new chairman of the board.

He always did like that mausoleum.

Put him in it.

Sorry about that, darling. It was Hip.

Still no sign of Hai Fat. Every inquiry|gets a polite Oriental brushoff.

With the compliments.

"Phuyuck"?

'74, sir.

- I approve.|- You do?

Oh, not the wine. Your frock.

Tight in all the right places.|Not too many buttons.

Standard uniform for Southeast Asia.

The buttons are down the back.

Designed by Q, no doubt.|One of them's a suicide pill, I suppose.

No. But the bottom one has a homer in it.

How original.

Per ora e per il momento che verr.

"To this moment,

and the moment yet to come."

In our profession, I'm afraid, you never|can count on that moment to come.

Who knows where you and I will be|this time next year?

Opposite sides of the world, most likely.

That's too far apart.

Now, if Hip doesn't come up with a lead,

there's really nothing very much|for us to do tonight.

Or is there?

Oh, darling, I'm tempted.

But killing a few hours|as one of your passing fancies

isn't quite my scene.

Phuyuck!

Ah! Goodnight. What a pleasant surprise.

My hard-to-get act|didn't last very long, did it?

I was trained|to expect the unexpected, but...

they never prepared me|for anything like you in a nightie.

James, I thought|this would never happen.

- What made you change your mind?|- I'm weak.

Don't move!

Miss Anders! I didn't recognise you|with your clothes on.

I bribed a bellboy to let me in.

I've come to warn you,

you're in great danger.

I usually am. That's why I use|the old three-pillow trick.

Please believe me.|I'm risking my life to come here.

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