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But as I've explained to Sidney, without proof, there's just no story. Don't you agree Mr. Bond?
He brought that up from the wreck.
...I see.
...Well! I do believe this requires further investigation!
Thank you, Uncle Elliot.
No matter what the British government says, I won't kill this story. Miss Oxford will show both of you to the elevator... And one of my people will definitely be in touch sooner than later.
How sweet.
My timing always was lousy.
Damn. It's doing it again.
What's wrong?
About every ninety seconds, the auto pilot jogs us to the west.
The backup does the same thing.
Check it again. What about the global positioning satellite? Could there be something wrong with the signal?
How is it now?
Seems to be back to normal, sir.
A dead head. Water logged timber. Floats straight up. You sometimes see them on the east side of the channel from the logging camps on Sumatra but they don't usually float this far west. Muncy! Engines to half!
Ayeaye sir. Engines to half.
Chew up a log like that in the propeller, you end up with enough paperwork to go from here to London. Twice.
The Canadian Prime Minister wants to set a lunch
Pencil it in for the next trip
The American presidential candidate called to complain about that sex story
Send him a $10,000 campaign contribution, and explain I have no control over what my journalists write
Your bankers want an answer about the Brazilian TV stations
No
The Queen invited you to dinner
Yes
And the 9:30 news meeting is waiting.
Excellent.
Who's in charge here?
I am. What do you want?
You have precisely one minute to pull up your anchor and be under way.
Forget it. No way. I got here first.
Who's Wade?
What's your name?
Captain Morton.
My name is Sidney Winch, and
Good for you, Miss Winch. You now have exactly 30 seconds to get this rust bucket out of here.
I know my rights. These are international waters. The British Navy abandoned that boat, and I'm claiming it. Under international law, I have the right to salvage what's on that wreck.
Fifteen seconds. Perhaps you should consider hiring an attorney.
I was an attorney!
Hmmm. I suppose this is a step above that profession. Ten seconds. Are you leaving?
No.
You leave me no alternative.
You won't get away with this!
Goodday, Miss Winch. I advise you to get some steam up before you run aground.
... And what do you call these?
Jashwa tsway. These are lips.
Indeed they are. Deadly little things.
And what do you call these? The Gang of Two?
Stop it!
I was just getting to the interesting part!
We've already done the interesting part. Do you forget?
Remind me.
Sakwa!
Is that Mandarin, or Cantonese?
Mandarin. You jerk. I'm late. I have to get dressed.
Tsi tien, Mr. Bond.
Tsi tien, Professor Wu.
Thank you Colonel Everhart. 007, I'd like to see you in my office. Why don't you and the Colonel exchange numbers if you need more information?
Yes, M.
Come in, 007. You know the Minister?
Of course. Minister Johnstone.
Tell me, 007, what do you know about Elliot Harmsway?
Only what I read in the newspapers.
Along with Tomorrow the first worldwide newspaper. Circulation 27 million. Daily.
'Able to topple governments with a single story' as he says in his press.
... What's Harmsway done?
It seems, 007, we've received a tip
The reason I invited the Minister here, 007, was to reassure him that this investigation will be handled with the utmost discretion.
Of course.
Which is also why I've withheld this information from NATO and our allies.
... Didn't we once investigate Harmsway?
Yes. 1988. He was furious at the British plan to return Hong Kong, and supposedly started his own negotiations with the Chinese Government. The inquiry went nowhere but it did earn MI6 a rather powerful enemy
You're to wear this mask at the Venice Carnival, and wait to be contacted.
I understand.
.... I hate to ask, but... Did you ever think you'd miss Communism?
We serve the interests of the British people, 007. No matter who we may be foolish enough to elect.
But if Elliot Harmsway is involved with that uranium, I want him prosecuted to the ends of the earth.
Hopefully, it won't get that far.
...I'll give you a ring from Venice.
Good luck on your mission, 007.
Sorry I'm late
Actually, you're just in time. Admiral Roebuck: You know Commander Bond, don't you?
...You're turning into quite the politician, 007.
I have an excellent teacher. 'Make sure you wear the uniform'?
What do you make of all this?
It doesn't quite add up.
The infrared satellite images. No heat, no flame, no explosion. If that boat went down where they said it did, there should have been some residual heat reading on the surface.
Sabotage?
A threethousand ton frigate doesn't just vanish into thin air.
Bourbon. Neat.
I wonder if you handle your liquor more carefully than you handle your boat.
Sometimes, you just have to plunge into things. Be reckless.
And I bet you always leave turmoil in your wake.
Have we met?
This afternoon. Our boats practically kissed in the harbor. James Bond.
Sidney Winch.
Vodka martini, shaken not stirred. And another for you?
No. But you can buy a drink for my friend, Taro.
Boyfriend?