Thunderball

The coffin...

it has your initials, J.B.

At this moment, rather him than me.

At least you've been saved the effort of removing him.

Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.

You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.

I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.

Is there anything else our French station can do for Monsieur Bond?

Later, perhaps.

As I said, later. Come on.

Madame...

I've come to offer my sincere condolences.

My dear Colonel Bouvar...

I don't think you should have opened that car door by yourself.

No well-dressed man should be without one.

Yes, very practical.

Get inside.

- They're coming to get me. - Hurry!

Hey, no parking here!

Pardon, Monsieur Largo.

The International Brotherhood for the Assistance of Stateless Persons...

is purely philanthropic.

We're not interested in politics...

only in your rehabilitation.

We have been able to arrange for visas at the Brazilian Consulate.

The Brotherhood will look after you until...

- Good morning, Mr. Largo. - Good morning.

- Nice to have you back again. - Thank you, my dear.

- We pay back everything! - There will be no need.

We have certain funds from private individuals who share our aim.

Sit down, Number Two. We will discuss...

your NATO project later.

I regret to inform you all of the death of SPECTRE Number Six.

Colonel Jacques Bouvar was killed by an unknown assassin.

His services will be greatly missed.

We will now proceed with the area financial reports. Number Seven.

Blackmail of the double agent Matsou Fujiwa.

Unfortunately, only 40 million yen.

- All the man had. - Number Ten.

Assassination of Perringe, the French antimatter specialist...

who went over to the Russians.

Three million francs from the special department...

- of the Quai D'Orsay. - Number Five.

Our consultation fee for the British train robbery: 250,000 pounds.

Number 11.

Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States...

2,300,000 dollars, collected by Number Nine and myself.

Two million three...

Our expectations were considerably higher, Number 11.

Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.

I anticipated that factor.

Are you quite sure all monies...

have been accounted for by yourself and Number Nine?

- To the penny, Number One. - On the contrary...

I have satisfied myself that one of you is clearly...

guilty of embezzlement.

SPECTRE is a dedicated fraternity...

whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of its members.

The culprit is known to me.

I have decided on the appropriate action.

Let us now proceed with new business.

We will hear from Number Two, who's in charge of our NATO project...

the most ambitious SPECTRE has ever undertaken.

Your report, Number Two.

Thank you, Number One.

Our intention is to demand a ransom...

from the North Atlantic Treaty Powers...

of 280 million dollars...

100 million pounds.

I have sent SPECTRE agent Count Lippe to the south of England...

where he is making the necessary preparations.

He is at a health clinic...

conveniently located near the NATO air base.

- Oh, Pat? - Hello.

- I'll see you when I've had a shower. - I'll soon be finished.

- Mr. Bond, Count Lippe. - You're not taking her away already?

She's the only joy in this dreary place.

I see you've discovered that too.

- About half an hour, Pat. - I'll be ready.

I've heard that before.

Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.

Funny looking bruise. A fall?

A poker in the hands of a widow.

I'm surprised. I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.

Not this one. He didn't like me at all.

A red square with a spike through it.

Yes, I think it's a Tong sign, the red dragon from Macao.

- Ask records to verify it for me. - Sorry, sweetie. You're off duty.

- File it till you get back. - Moneypenny...

next time I see you, I'll put you across my knee.

On yogurt and lemon juice? I can hardly wait.

Come on, Pat. We're behind schedule.

I'm coming.

I can't hear you, James. Have you fainted?

You're late, Mr. Bond.

Me?

I'd never have recognized myself.

- Do I seem healthy? - Too healthy. Take off your bathrobe.

You never say that as if you meant it.

Arms above your head, please.

Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!

I can see there's only one place to keep you quiet.

What's this?

A motorized traction table for stretching the spine.

Some patients call it the rack.

I'm not surprised.

Get on.

Where's the kick starter?

Stop fooling around and face down, please.

Face down.

By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?

I really don't know too much about him.

A Mr. Angelo.

He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash.

There, now, the first time I've felt really safe all day.

I'll look in and see how you're doing in 15 minutes.

Nice to have met you.

Hey, come back!

Help!

Oh, thank God!

You could've been killed!

I must be six inches taller.

You poor dear.

I can't think how it could have happened.

I can tell you, it's a miracle I came back when I did.

I can only think that you must have pushed the switch accidentally.

You better come along with me.

Spend a few minutes in the steam room. It'll help to relax you.

- Yes. - Might even shrink you back to size.

Somebody's going to wish today had never happened.

You wouldn't tell Dr. Wain.

Please, I'd lose my job.

Well, I suppose my silence could have a price.

You don't mean... Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

See you later...

...irrigator.

- What the hell are you doing? - Don't you worry. I'll tell the chef.

Let me out of this bloody machine!

Help!

Mink.

It reduces the tensions.

Not mine.

Major Derval's social secretary.

- I would like to speak to Mr. Angelo. - What's that?

- Mr. Angelo. - I'm sorry.

You got the wrong number.

You don't think you could be more comfortable if you take off this...

- Yes? - Major Derval?

- This is Major Derval. - Your car is waiting.

I'll be down right away. Thank you.

My car's here. Duty calls. The story of my life.

You'll be late at the air base.

Besides, it will give you time to cool off.

You'll be here when I come back?

But I may not be in the mood then.

- Do you wanna bet? - You know your Francois.

I know me.

All right.

- I told him I'd be down. - Your coat, sir.

Happy landing!

Thank you.

Be good, at least until I get back.

- Nobody saw us. The corridor's empty. - Shut the door!

He's dead all right. Lippe, you take over.

- Are the doctor and ambulance outside? - Everything as arranged.

Angelo.

Your breathing equipment.

Isolates you from the oxygen supply.

Gamma gas. Instantaneous. Type you just used. And most important...

Not enough. 100,000 dollars is not enough.

- What are you trying to say? - I changed my mind.

Two years of my life...

studying the film, the reports...

plastic operations, voice lessons.

Make it a quarter of a million, or get someone else.

- There is no one else. - Exactly. I am Derval.

Put that away. Angelo is right.

I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement.

This is merely a down payment.

All right, but against a quarter of a million.

- Agreed. - His watch.

Identification Disc.

- Au revoir! - No, he always says ciao.

The cap's too far back on your head.

The rest of my money, just have it ready.