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You walk in a room
A woman can feel the heat
One look is a guarantee
Nights could be long and sweet
The message is clear
Like nothing I've ever known
But from all that I hear
Forget about long-range plans
'Cause this man's got his own
To get mixed up with
A man who says never
May be big trouble, but then
I just could be the woman to take you
And make you never say never again
Never, never say never again
Never, never say never again
Never, never say never again
Never, never say never again
You've got all the moves
No matter your attitude or your mood
I'll come through
The touch of your voice
The feel of your eyes on me
You leave me no choice
Though I know there's danger there
I don't care, let it be
To get in bed with
A man who says never
May have no future, but then
I just could be the woman to reach you
And teach you to never say never again
I'll beg you I'll get you
I'll reach you I'll teach you
I'll take you I'll make you
One minute, 47 seconds, sir.
Not too shabby, sir.
But dead, 007. Dead!
You should have studied the plot more carefully.
Fanatical revolutionaries kidnap a millionaire's daughter
and hold her captive for eight weeks.
Of course she could have been brainwashed.
Could have turned.
Evidently she did.
With due respect, sir,
I played your war games for two weeks and I only got killed once.
Twice.
You've forgotten the land mine on the Black Sea beach.
Correction, sir. I lost both legs. I did not die.
You were immobilized.
It can never be the same playing with blanks.
It is somewhat different in the field.
With your life on the line, you...
Well, your adrenaline gives you an edge.
But is your edge sharp enough?
That's the difference between a double-0 and a corpse.
Since you took over, sir, you've had little use for the double-0's.
I've spent most of my time teaching, not doing.
I'll make you no secret.
I hold your methods in much less regard than my illustrious predecessor did.
But my duty is to keep you up to par.
Too many free radicals, that's your problem.
Free radicals, sir?
Yeah, they're toxins that destroy the body and the brain.
Caused by eating too much red meat and white bread
and too many dry martinis.
Then I shall cut out the white bread, sir.
You'll do more than that, 007.
From now on, you will be suffering a strict regimen of diet and exercise.
We shall purge those toxins from you.
Shrublands? You've got it.
Have you got an assignment, James?
Yes. Yes, Moneypenny.
I'm to eliminate all free radicals.
Oh!
Do be careful.
Come on, now. Keep up with me.
Welcome to Shrublands, sir.
Thank you.
My word. They don't make them like this anymore.
You're right.
It's still in pretty good shape.
This way, sir.
Your body's got enough scar tissue for an entire regiment.
Right. But it's still in pretty good shape.
We'll be the judge of that, Mr. Bond.
Our job is not just to rehabilitate you. It's to re-educate you.
I want to open your mind to the virtues of nutrition, proper exercise, meditation,
and, hopefully, spiritual enlightenment.
I'd like you to see the iridologist at 4:00, have a colonic at 5:00,
and then you can cut along to the light-dining room
and have a refreshing cup of parsley tea.
Mr. Bond, I need a urine sample.
If you could fill this beaker for me.
From here?
Box 274 and quickly, please.
We have invested extensively
in the Middle East and Central America
to promote insurgency and revolution.
Fortunately, our capital outlay has been handsomely offset
by the resultant sales of armaments and missiles.
You will note that we have supplied both rebels and government forces
on an equal basis.
In matters of death, SPECTRE is strictly impartial.
Now for the future.
SPECTRE's most audacious enterprise of any,
next to which our previous ventures are inconsequential.
Our esteemed Number One is in complete charge of the entire operation,
which will henceforth be called "The Tears of Allah."
He will now join us.
According to plans, an American Air Force officer
has been introduced to a cruel mistress, heroin.
I understand he is now our willing and obedient servant.
A surgical operation has been performed on him.
As a result of a corneal implant,
his right eye print is now an exact replica
of that of the President of the United States.
He will soon be moved to a convalescent clinic near London.
I have chosen Number 12 to have the responsibility
of taking the most tender loving care of Captain Jack Petachi.
I beg your pardon.
Is there no speed limit here?
She's not staff. She must be one of those private nurses.
My name is Bond.
You're Mr. Bond. I believe I'm having you in half an hour.
Splendid! Your room or mine?
Mine.
That's it. Okay, now just move back on the couch for me, please.
That's it. Right. Now, let's have this arm on the shoulder.
This one... No, underneath there. That's good.
Okay, now just relax.
Yes, there are slight lesions of the thoracic vertebrae.
Now, just hold still.
Yes. Some sacroiliac strain at the base of the spine.
You know, there is a more beneficial therapy for a man's lower back.
Oh, really? And what might that be?
I thought I'd surprise you, James.
Well, you have. Come in.
No, no, no, no. I can't come in.
You know if they found me here they'd fire me on the spot.
I won't let anyone find you. Don't worry.
I have my reputation to think of.
I don't think you got your reputation by living on a diet of wild rice.
So, lentil delight. Dandelion salad.
Goat's cheese.
Beluga caviar. Quail's eggs. Vodka.
Foie gras.
Strasbourg.
During question time in the House of Commons today,
the minister said that, in his view,
local authorities should be given far wider...
Jack's been smoking again!
Jack was ordered not to smoke.
Smoking is dirty.
It gets into Jack's eye.
Jack must do as he's told if he wants his fast cars and his pretty clothes.
And if he wants to keep his sister alive, he's got to...
You leave Domino out of this!
James?
Get up!
Now let's just take a look, shall we?
Very good.
With a contact lens, both eyes will look exactly the same.
Now, darling must do his little trickie in eight seconds.
Then nursie will give baby his candy.
P-3-4-1.
Come on, Jack.
Oh, damn.
Try it again, darling!
Who's that? A man!
At the window!
Don't move.
Did he see you?
I don't know.
I guess he could have.
Do you know him?
Oh, yes. 007.
Good morning, Mr. Bond. Good morning.
Miss Fearing tells me you're making fine progress.
Oh, yes.
But I must say, you're looking a bit peaked this morning.
I was up all night.
Don't overdo it.
A herbal enema should fix you up.
Thank you.
Sounds terrific.
I'll be done in a minute.
Heavy, Mr. Bond?
Let's try again.
You lunatics.
I send you to a health farm to get yourself in shape.
Instead you demolish it.
I've had to notify the local police, pull out the special branch,
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