Diamonds Are Forever

Where is he?

I shan't ask you politely next time.

Where is Blofeld?

Cai... Cai...

Cairo!

Cards.

Hit me.

One chance.

Where can I find him?

Marie...

Ask Marie.

Who are you?

My name is Bond. James Bond.

Is there something I can do for you?

Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.

There is something I'd like you to get off your chest.

Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?

Speak up, darling. I can't hear you.

We now come to phase four: The nose.

In my opinion, the most difficult part of a plastic transformation.

I want the operation done tonight.

- But, señor... - There's no time left.

But, Señor Blofeld, this is a most delicate procedure.

Tonight!

Keep the temperature at precisely 80 degrees.

Making mud pies, 007?

He would have been me in a matter of days

if you'd given the poor fellow a chance.

Such a pity. I was dying to see how the operation turned out.

Get his gun.

Hold it! Get your hands up.

Agh!

Kill him!

Welcome to hell, Blofeld.

Star of South Africa.

83.5 carats rough.

47.5 carats cut.

The Akbar Shah. 116 carats rough.

Are you paying attention, 007?

The Akbar Shah, 116 carats rough.

But surely, sir, there's no need to bring in our section

on a relatively simple smuggling matter.

Sir Donald has convinced the PM otherwise.

May I remind you, 007, that Blofeld's dead.

Finished!

The least we can expect from you now is a little plain, solid work.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- Sir Donald will see you now. - Thank you.

Good morning, Sir Donald.

- This is Commander Bond. - How do you do? Please sit down.

- Sherry? - Not for me, thanks. Doctor's orders.

- Commander Bond? - Yes, thank you.

You've been on holiday, I understand.

Relaxing, I hope.

Oh, hardly relaxing but most satisfying.

Cheers.

Pity about your liver, sir. It's an unusually fine Solera.

- '51, I believe. - There is no year for sherry, 007.

I was referring to the original vintage on which the sherry is based, sir.

1851.

Unmistakable.

Precisely.

Tell me, Commander.

How far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds?

Hardest substance found in nature. They cut glass. Suggest marriage.

They've replaced a dog as a girl's best friend. That's about it.

Refreshing to hear there's one subject you're not an expert on.

Perhaps I'd better give you a brief background into our problem.

Eighty per cent of the world's diamonds come from mines in South Africa.

Most are dug out of shafts of diamond-bearing clay

at depths of up to 3,000 feet.

The whole process, from start to finish, is subject to an airtight security system.

It's an essential precaution,

though the industry prides itself on the loyalty and devotion of its workers.

Naturally the security measures tend to ensure that loyalty,

as do the extensive amenities and social services we provide.

There's a permanent staff of doctors, nurses,

even dentists.

The whole process, from start to finish, is subject to an airtight security system.

It's a necessary precaution,

though the industry prides itself on the loyalty and devotion of its workers.

Next!

The scorpion.

Mother nature's finest killer, Mr. Wint.

One is never too old to learn from a master, Mr. Kidd.

Dr. Tynan? Good evening.

Who are you? And where is Joe?

Joe couldn't make it tonight.

I'm Mr. Wint.

This is Mr. Kidd.

Oh. I see.

What's the matter with him?

It's my wisdom teeth. I haven't had 'em out yet.

Would you mind having a look, Doctor?

Of course.

I'm not going to hurt you. Just open.

No, no. Open wide.

Agh!

Curious

how everyone who touches those diamonds seems to die.

- Stop right there! Who are you? - Dr. Tynan sent us.

- Why didn't he come himself? - He was taken sick.

Bitten by the bug.

He sent this for you.

If God had wanted man to fly...

He would have given him wings, Mr. Kidd.

No security system is perfect.

We've always accepted a percentage of smuggling.

But over the past two years, despite all our precautions, it's gone up alarmingly.

And none of the stones have reached the market.

Sir Donald thinks someone's stockpiling.

Our concern is that someone might dump them on the market to depress prices or...

Make you agree to perpetual blackmail.

Exactly.

What we need to know is

who the stockpilers are.

The letter U

is for umbrella.

We take it lest it rain.

We hope we shan't want it

till we're home again.

Two men to see you, missy.

Gentlemen, Joshua.

I shan't be long, children. Joshua is going to read you a story.

How nice to see you again!

- Where to this time? - Amsterdam.

Amsterdam! Oh, how lovely!

I shall have to bring back some pictures of the canals for the children.

Ask, and ye shall receive, Mrs. Whistler.

Thus endeth the lesson for today, gentlemen.

Several recent murders in South Africa have complicated matters.

If they shut down operations before we discover them...

It would be catastrophic for us

and for the government.

- I've always fancied a trip to South Africa. - You're going to Holland.

For some time we've had our eyes on a smuggler - Peter Franks.

He's due to leave for Amsterdam.

Do we know who his contacts are?

We do function in your absence, Commander.

Passport, sir?

Ah, Mr. Franks. There's a message for you at Passport Control.

That door over there. You can park outside.

Thank you.

Mr. Franks...

Your passport is quite in order.

Anyone seeing you in that outfit, Moneypenny,

would certainly be discouraged from leaving the country.

What can I bring you back from Holland?

A diamond?

In a ring?

Would you settle for a tulip?

Yes.

Ahead is one of the oldest bridges in Amsterdam.

The Skinny Bridge.

It was built over 300 years ago

by two sisters who wanted to visit each other every day.

Unfortunately they ran out of money. So that is why it is called the Skinny Bridge.

On your right, those beautiful old houses

can be seen in the paintings of our famous painter, Rembrandt.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

if you will look to your left as we go down the Amstel, you can see...

Oh!

Mrs. Whistler did want some pictures of the canals for the children.

How kind of you, Mr. Kidd.

The children will be so thrilled.

Yes?

Franks. Peter Franks.

Come up. Third floor.

Make yourself at home! I'll be out in a minute!

Help yourself to a drink!

Is, er, Mr. Case not at home?

There is no Mr. Case. The T is for Tiffany.

Tiffany Case?

Definitely distinctive.

I was born there, on the first floor,

while my mother was looking for a wedding ring.

I'm glad for your sake it wasn't Van Cleef and Arpels.

Weren't you a blonde when I came in?

Could be.

I tend to notice little things like that. Whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.

And which do you prefer?

Providing the collars and cuffs match...

We'll talk about that later.

Let me have your glass.

I'll get you some ice.

That's quite a nice little nothing you're almost wearing. I approve.

I don't dress for the hired help.

Let's see your passport, Franks.

Transport consultant?

That's a little cute, isn't it?

- I'll finish dressing. - Oh, please don't. Not on my account.

I don't care much for redheads. Terrible tempers.

But somehow it seems to suit you.

It's my own.

But it is in need of some soft lighting.

- I know a little restaurant... - I never mix business with pleasure.

- Neither do I. - Good!

Then save the cute remarks until after you get the diamonds into Los Angeles.

- Well, where are they now? - That's not your problem.

Your problem is getting them in.