The Spy Who Loved Me Page #2

- Ala ykum assalaam.

May the peace of Allah descend upon this

abode and allow a poor traveller to enter.

May the hospitality of these miserable

quarters be sufficient to your needs.

James Bond! What a delightful surprise

after all these years. Do sit down.

Thank you.

I wondered what you were going to do

when you went down from Cambridge.

I never had any problems knowing what

you were going to do, Hosein. Shukran.

We don't only have oil, you know.

What can I offer you?

Sheep's eyes, dates? Vodka martini?

Information. Who is putting the submarine

tracking system on the market?

What a pity it is you persist

in being so businesslike.

The gentleman you will eventually

be dealing with is a certain Max Kalba.

- Eventually?

- To reach Kalba,

you must first make contact

with a man called Fekkesh, Aziz Fekkesh.

I'll give you the address of his apartment

in Cairo, but it's too late to meet today.

Can I persuade you

to accept a bed for the night?

It's kind of you, Hosein, but

I really feel I...

Are you quite sure

I can't persuade you to stay the night?

When one is in Egypt, one should

delve deeply into its treasures.

Mr Bond.

Yes. I'm sorry. The door was open.

Mr Fekkesh is expecting me.

I phoned him.

He asked me to give you a message.

He will be a little late.

May I ask where he is?

Mr Fekkesh asked me to entertain you

while you are waiting.

Really?

Where is Fekkesh?

- You are very suspicious, Mr Bond.

- I find I live much longer that way.

Now, where is he?

If there's anything you would like...

Anything at all...

I had lunch, but...

I seem to have missed dessert.

As urgent as my appointment is,

I'd hate him to walk in and surprise us.

There is no danger of that.

- He's gonna be some time, then, is he?

- Mm-hm.

Is he meeting someone?

I'm sorry. I cannot answer that question.

I think you can.

No!

Where's Fekkesh?

- Where's Fekkesh?

- Pyramids.

Agh!

What a helpful chap.

You have come tonight

to the most fabulous

and celebrated place in the world.

Here on the plateau of Giza

stands for ever the mightiest

of human achievements.

No traveller, emperor, merchant or poet

has trodden on these sands

and not gasped in awe.

The curtain of night is about to rise

and disclose the stage on which

the drama of a civilisation took place.

Those involved have been present

since the dawn of history,

pitched stubbornly

against sand and wind.

And the voice of the desert

has crossed the centuries.

Excuse me, Major.

I'll be back in a moment.

With each new dawn, I see the sun god

rise on the far bank of the Nile.

I am the faithful warden

at the foot of his Lord,

so faithful, so vigilant,

so near him

that he gave me his face for my own.

I am a Pharaoh's companion,

and I am he, the Pharaoh.

This is the tomb of Cheops,

Pharaoh of the fourth dynasty

4,500 years ago.

Here is the great pyramid which he built

to defend himself against death.

Here in the depths of this tomb

a servant of the king awaits the call

to set out upon his journey into eternity.

Death lies waiting.

- Where is Fekkesh?

- With the Pharaohs.

- You killed him.

- No, he was dead when I found him.

Hope you enjoyed the show. Good night.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Welcome to the Mujaba Club.

Buy you a drink, Major Amasova?

Or may I call you Triple X?

So you know who I am.

You made quite an impression.

I'm sorry about Ivan and Boris.

- They exceeded their orders.

- Good staff is hard to find these days.

- Yes, sir?

- The lady'll have a Bacardi on the rocks.

For the gentleman,

vodka martini, shaken not stirred.

Touch.

Commander James Bond,

recruited to the British

Secret Service from the Royal Navy.

Licensed to kill,

and has done so on numerous occasions.

Many lady friends, but married only once.

- Wife killed...

- All right, you've made your point.

- You're sensitive, Mr Bond.

- About certain things, yes.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

tragically, I have a previous engagement.

Happily enough, so do I.

- Goodbye, Mr Bond.

- Let's say au revoir.

I have the oddest feeling

we'll be meeting again sometime.

- I'm looking for a Mr Kalba.

- Mr Max Kalba is the owner of the club.

Over there.

Mr Kalba,

my name is Bond, James Bond.

What of it?

You had an appointment

with a Mr Fekkesh.

Well?

He won't be joining you.

- You have something I might like to buy.

- Just a moment.

I would like to bid for it, too.

You forgot your drink, Mr Bond.

Thank you. Na zdoroviye.

It seems you have competition,

Mr Bond,

and from where I sit, I fancy you will find

the lady's figure hard to match.

Might the contestants at least be

permitted to view the article for sale?

Well, now, who will start the bidding?

Mr Kalba, sir.

The telephone. An urgent call.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

This is Kalba.

AII6 ? A/I6?

Another?

We've really got to stop meeting like this.

Kalba was called to the phone.

What happened?

He was cutoff... Permanently.

The microfilm. Where is it?

Search me.

He must have it, or you wouldn't be here.

You don't know who he is.

He's on our records. A professional killer.

Called Jaws? Make no mistake, Mr Bond.

I want that microfilm

and I'm going to get it.

Unless I get it first.

Watch out!

Don't move.

The microfilm. Give it to me.

Egyptian builders.

Sorry.

You're just too late.

Give me the key.

The key!

Give it to me.

The key!

Try the big one.

Can you play any other tune?

Let's try reverse. That's backwards.

Would you like me to drive?

- Women drivers.

- Quiet! Watch this.

Shaken, but not stirred.

That gorilla must have

his teeth fixed by a riveter.

By the way,

thanks for deserting me back there.

Every woman for herself, remember?

Still, you... You did save my life.

We all make mistakes, Mr Bond.

The cylinder-head gasket.

Oh.

Hey! Stanna!

Stanna!

- Khuddnf Iii Kaa Hira

- Aywa, tfadal.

- What did he say?

- He thinks we're overdressed,

- but he'll take us to Cairo.

- Good.

It's getting cold.

Is there

anything I can do to warm you up?

You don't have to worry about me,

Mr Bond.

I went on a survival course in Siberia.

Yes, I believe a great number

of your countrymen do.

- What did they teach you?

- That it's very important

to have a positive mental attitude.

Nothing more practical than that?

Food is also very important.

What else?

When necessary, shared bodily warmth.

That's the part I like.

- Is this really what they do in Siberia?

- Yes, but not how they do it.

You're not trying to take advantage of me,

are you?

The thought never crossed my mind.

Just when it was getting interesting.

Where's the girl?

- Fein el bent?

- El bent, enta w'nayem rahet.

Morning, Moneypenny. Is he in?

Uh-huh.

My, it must have been quite a party.

Boring, Moneypenny.

As a matter of fact, I dropped off.

- Hello, James. We've been expecting you.

- Good morning, sir.

There's been a change of plan.

You probably recognise my opposite

number in the KGB. General Gogol.

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