The coffin.
- It has your initials: JB. - 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.
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, you shouldn't have opened that car door yourself.
No well-dressed man should be without one.
- Yes, very practical. - Get inside.
Hurry!
He always runs while others walk
He acts while other menjust talk
He looks at this world and wants it all
So he strikes... Iike Thunderball
He knows the meaning ofsuccess
His needs are more, so he gives less
They call him the winner who takes all
And he strikes... Iike Thunderball
Any woman he wants, he'll get
He will break any heart without regret
His days ofasking are all gone
His fight goes on and on and on
But he thinks that the fight is worth it all
So he strikes
Like Thunderball
Hey, no parking here!
Oh, pardon, Monsieur Largo.
The lnternational Brotherhood for Assistance of Stateless Persons
is purely philanthropic.
Our interest is your rehabilitation.
We have arranged for visas with the Brazilian Consulate.
- 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 funds from private individuals who share our aim.
There are just one or two formalities...
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 hear 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 anti-matter specialist who went over to the Russians.
Three million francs from the Quai d'Orsay.
Number Five.
Our consultation fee for the British train robbery: £250,000.
Number Eleven.
Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States: $2,300,000.
Collected by Number Nine and myself.
Two million three?
Our expectations were considerably higher, Number Eleven.
Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
I anticipated that factor.
Are you 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 fraternity whose strength lies in the 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 is 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.
A hundred 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? I'll see you when I've had a shower.
- Mr Bond... Count Lippe. - Not taking her away already?
She's the only joy in this dreary place.
I see you've discovered that, too.
- In half an hour, Pat. - I'll be ready.
I've heard that before.
Nice to have met you, Mr er... 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.
Oh, 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. - Sorry, sweetie. You're offduty.
File it till you get back.
Moneypenny, I'll put you across my knee.
On yoghurt and lemon juice?
I can hardly wait!
- Pat, we're behind schedule. - Coming.
I can't hear you, James. Have you fainted?
You're late, Mr Bond.
Me?
Well, I'd never have recognised myself.
- Do I seem healthy? - Too healthy by far.
Take off your bathrobe, please.
You never say that as if you meant it.
Arms above your head, please.
Behave yourself, Mr Bond!
Oh, I can see there's only one place to keep you quiet.
And what's this?
A motorised traction table for stretching the spine.
- Some patients call it "the rack". - I'm not surprised.
Oh, get on.
- Where's the kick-starter? - Stop fooling around. Face down, please.
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. First time I've felt really safe all day.
I'll look in and see how you're doing in 1 5 minutes.
Nice to have met you, Mr Bond.
Hey!
Hey, come back!
Hey!
Help!
Hey!
Mr Bond! Mr Bond! Oh, thank God!
Thank God! You could have been killed!
I must be six inches taller.
Oh, 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.
Well, you'd better come with me.
Spend a few minutes in the steam room. It'll help to relax you.
- Yes... - It might even shrink you back to size.
Somebody's going to wish today had never happened.
Oh, 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,
alligator.
- What the hell are you doing? - Don't worry. I'll tell the chef.
Let me out of this bloody machine! Help!
Help!
Mink.
It reduces the tensions.
Not mine.
Major Derval's social secretary.
I would like to speak to MrAngelo.
- What's that? - MrAngelo.
I'm sorry. You got the wrong number.
We'd be more comfortable if you take off...
- 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.
And 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 want to bet? - You know your François?
I know me.
All right, all right.
I told him I'd be down.
Your coat, sir?
Happy landing.
Thank you.
Be good... at least until I get back.
Ciao!
- Nobody saw us. The corridor is empty. - Shut that 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 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 quarter of a million.
Agreed.
His watch. Identification disc.
- Au revoir! - No, no. He always says "ciao".
- Ciao! - The cap is too far back on your head.
The rest of my money, just have it ready.
Come on. Get him into his pyjamas.
Sir? ldentity, please, sir.
Thank you, sir.
This is a normal training sortie.
You'll be accompanied by a NATO representative, Commandant Derval.
Major Derval of NATO.
It's a routine flight. You'll be flying a Vulcan at 45,000 feet,
armed with two atomic bombs, MOS type.
Fuses as usual in the white security box.
Oh, those damned aeroplanes!
They're enough to drive you mad!
Unless, of course, it's... that mink glove of yours.
I'll... shut out the noise.
James? James, where are you going?
Nowhere. I thought I'd take a little... exercise.
You must be joking!
Come on!
Quiet!
Windsor Police. Can I help you?
County Police here. Hello? Hello?
- What's happening? What's going on? - Could it be the front door bell?
- No, it most certainly could not. - Oh, hello.
Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
It's funny you should say that.
Point of return: 45 minutes, 30 seconds.
Switch from manual to auto.
Right. Set on automatic. Commandant?
Would you care to change places with the co-pilot? Better view up here.
I'll be delighted to.
RAFJET Kilo Kilo Tango 56.
This is Southern Radar.
You are now under positive radar control.
This is avoiding action.
Turn onto a heading of0.92 degrees...
Request you report your position.
RAFJET Mike Bravo X-ray.
Request you report your position. This is the bomber controller to RAFJET.
Mike Bravo X-ray 79.
Over.
Report your position. Report your position.
Here, take this, will you?
What's the flap, Dawson?
OBNR, sir. NATO training flight.
Air traffic lost it on radar and we can't pick it up.
- Was she losing altitude just before? - Rapidly. We can't scan below 300 feet
and, well, she may have gone down.
- Was she in trouble? - Not according to the last report.
- She is armed, isn't she? - Two atomic weapons, sir. MOS type.
Get everything you can into the area. A thorough search.
Notify the Admiralty at once. Top priority.
Ask them to contact Washington.
- Is there anything else in sight? - No, all clear.
Switch on the underwater landing lights.
- Open the underwater hatch. - Open underwater hatch.
Stand by to winch in the submarine!
Man the winches!
- Give these bomb fuses to Mr Kutze. - Right, sir.
Get the submarine up quickly, and the bombs loaded.
And you, Kutze. Are you pleased with your new toys?
Some new safety device. A secret control.
What can they have that the great Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?
Life was much simpler in my Warsaw laboratory.
Your share will amount to how many Nobel prizes?
Bomb forward!
More... more... more... Hold it!
Paris, sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Number Two speaking. Phase two completed.
Number Two has done well,
unlike Count Lippe,
whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardised the success of our project.
Send a message to the Execution Branch.
- You will write? Or telephone? - Day by day!
I'm sorry to dash off. There's been a bit of a flap at the office.
- What kind of work do you do, anyway? - Oh, l... travel.
A sort of... Iicensed trouble-shooter.
Mr Angelo. Heart attack last night.
I'm not surprised.
- Keep in touch. - Any time, James. Any place.
Another time, another place.
You are late!
Yes. Some people on the roads really burn you up these days.
In the Conference Room. Something big.
Every 00 man in Europe's been rushed in.
- And the Home Secretary, too. - His wife's probably lost her dog.
Well, now that we're all here...
The Prime Minister has asked the Home Secretary to represent him here today.
The Home Secretary.
Gentlemen, the tape that you are about to hear
was received at 10 Downing Street today.
My dear Prime Minister.
Two atomic bombs,
numbers 456 and 457,
which were aboard NATO flight 759,
are now in the possession of SPECTRE.
Unless within the next seven days your government pays to us
one hundred million pounds sterling,
in a manner to be designated by us,
we shall destroy a major city in England
or the United States ofAmerica.
Please signal your acceptance of our terms
by arranging for Big Ben to strike
seven times at 6pm tomorrow.
The Prime Minister and the President have talked together over the hotline
and have agreed that unless the bombs are recovered
payment will have to be made.
To avoid general panic, secrecy will be maintained,
and no press announcements.
The Prime Minister has asked that your department take charge of the operation.
Thank you, sir. Sir John.
This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan.
Extensive search has not found any evidence of a crash or landing.
And worldwide reports have proved negative
on all airfields large enough to handle the Vulcan.
- That's all we have, sir. - Thank you, Sir John.
Well, I'll leave you to carry on.
- We'll keep you in touch from Number 10. - Thank you, sir.
You may now open the folders in front of you.
Code name: Thunderball.
As you can see, we've very little to go on.
All the members of the crew had top security clearance.
You'll find their photographs and service records in your files.
You'll be working with NATO, CIA, and all allied intelligence units.
That's all, until you discuss your individual assignments with me.
I've assigned you to Station C, Canada.
Group Captain Pritchard here will be your Air Force Liaison.
Sir, I respectfully suggest that you assign me to Nassau.
Is there a reason besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
Perhaps this, sir.
Well?
There was a photograph of that man in this dossier you gave us.
His name is Derval.
I saw him last night at Shrublands, but he was dead.
Not possible. He was seen boarding the Vulcan. Took off last night.
If 007 says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead,
that's enough for me to initiate enquiries.
Yes, sir. Of course.
- Who is this girl? - Derval's sister, sir.
- Do you know where she is now? - Nassau.
Do you think she's worth going after?
- I wouldn't put it quite that way, sir. - You've only got four days, 007.
Don't spend your time sitting around.
No, sir, I won't.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Smashing figure! I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request!
Was ever a man more misunderstood?
James, you can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You may be able to con the old man, but I know better. I could...
So do l, Miss Moneypenny.
And I'll thank you not to refer to me as "the old man".
I think I had a hat when I came in.
James...
How else will you recognise her?
Couldn't miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
- Thank you, Mr...? - James Bond.
I arrived soon after you went down.
I've been admiring your form.
Have you, now? Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Most girls just paddle around.
- You swim like a man. - So do you.
Well, I've had quite a bit of practice.
- Do you come here often? - When I'm bored. Practically every day.
What else do you do, and where?
- You don't waste time, do you? - No.
- For effort. - Thank you.
I'll wear it, so you'll know me next time.
I was right. Couldn't miss.
- I'm not with you. - Oh, you soon will be.
- Paula! Give me a hand, will you? - Get in.
Tell London I've made contact with the girl.
It's not what I'd call contact, but I'll pass it through. You've seen the girl.
Keep trying.
It won't start!
Ahoy there! Our motor's conked out.
- Are you going near Coral Harbour? - I wasn't, but I could.
I've a very important appointment.
- I'd appreciate a lift. - Come aboard, then.
- You don't mind taking the service boat? - Not at all.
Hurry up!
- Perhaps we could lunch by the pool. - How about your urgent appointment?
- How long have you been out here? - About three weeks.
- Don't you ever stop asking questions? - All right. Change of tack.
- Have some of my conch chowder. - You read the wrong books, Mr Bond.
- About conch chowder? - Being an aphrodisiac.
It just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Oh...!
- Friend of yours? - Works for my guardian.
- Your guardian has you watched? - He likes to know where I am.
I don't blame him.
- Will you excuse me? - You're not going so soon?
I'm afraid so. My guardian's yacht.
- Oh, really? - He'll be expecting me.
May I come with you? I'd love to meet your guardian.
Oh, no!
- Will I see you again? - It's a small island.
- Perhaps we can have dinner. - No.
- My dear, uncooperative Domino... - How do you know that?
How do you know my friends call me Domino?
It's on the bracelet, on your ankle.
So, what sharp little eyes you've got!
Wait till you get to my teeth.
Bye, then. See you tomorrow on the beach.
£500, please.
Thanks.
Oh. Sorry.
- There. - Thank you.
200.
Eight.
Someone has to lose.
Yes, I thought I saw a spectre at your shoulder.
- What do you mean? - The spectre of defeat.
That your luck was due to change.
We'll soon find out.
Any objection to raise the limit, say £500?
- Too big for me. - Count me out, too.
Perhaps you'd like to take the shoe.
My friend won't mind, Mr...?
- Bond. - Oh, yes. Mr Bond.
One of my associates spoke about you.
Nothing bad, I hope.
It's your spectre against mine.
You wish to put the evil eye on me?
We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
Well, you may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
No.
- Seven. - Six.
Eight.
Nine.
You seem to be unbeatable, Mr Bond.
For the moment. This sort of thing can't last.
- Emilio, you promised me a drink. - Soon, my dear.
- I want to get my money back first. - May I buy the lady a drink?
- I would appreciate that. Thank you. - Then I must pass the shoe.
He'll be impossible if his luck doesn't change.
Somehow I don't think it will tonight.
Beluga caviar, Dom Pérignon '55.
Thank you.
I understand you're Mr Largo's niece.
It sounds better than...
What would you say? Mistress? Kept woman?
I wouldn't say that. Where did you meet him?
In Capri. I was there with my brother, François.
Strange. I found Emilio attractive...
then.
- Does he live aboard the yacht? - No. He has a house on the island.
- Must we talk about him? - No.
- I'd much rather dance. - So would l.
- Where is your brother now? - In England.
He's a commandant with the NATO forces there.
He's a wonderful person.
The trouble is, I never meet anyone like him.
Only men like Largo and myself.
- You are not like Largo. - Really?
Why do you say that?
The way you... hold me.
There.
- How long are you staying on in Nassau? - We are going the day after tomorrow.
As I said, we haven't got very much time.
Emilio wants to leave.
Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
I hoped you'd not be so obvious.
Well, when one has little time, one has to be obvious.
- You know where you can find me. - Mr Bond!
Your niece is an excellent dancer.
Let me prove I'm as good a loser as you are a winner, Mr Bond.
Come to lunch on Sunday, at Palmyra. It's my house here.
Sunday at noon, then.
My dear.
- Good night. - Good night.
Tell me what Mr Bond had to say, word for word.
He talked about you, a little.
What was he saying just then? I didn't quite hear.
- He asked if we'd sleep aboard tonight. - Interesting.
- My key. It's 304, please. - Thank you. 304.
- I'm sorry. No mail. - Thank you.
Paula?
Well, hello, 00...
That's a fine way to treat the CIA!
Sorry about that, Felix, but you were just about to say 007.
Here.
- Well, James? Have you killed him? - You know me better than that.
There you go, smiler.
Have you seen everything you came to see?
Go back to your friends and report.
Tell them: the little fish I throw back into the sea.
- Give it to him. - You'd shoot me in the back?
The gun, I mean.
Now move!
- Who was he? - Like I said, a small fish.
Working for a Mr Largo.
He's got a yacht we should take a look at later.
- Quist, to see Mr Largo. - Open up!
Yes?
It's Quist!
Gently, my friend, gently.
- What did you find? - Nothing.
- You saw Bond? - Yes, I saw him.
What happened?
You let him get the better of you.
No! He was at the beach!
No! No! No!
- Hey there! Did you finally make contact? - You're late.
- Felix Leiter, meet Pinder, our man here. - How do you do? This way, gentlemen.
- Who's the girl, James? - Paula Kaplan, my assistant here.
Now here is a special announcement from the Overseas Service ofthe BBC.
Big Ben struck seven times at six o'clock this evening.
This was caused by a mechanical failure,
which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in 1898.
Once again, the headlines...
Obviously stalling for time.
- Oh, no. - Ah! 007.
- What a wonderful surprise. - For me, too.
I must say, I find equipping you in the field, on the run, as it were,
highly irregular.
Here we have a Geiger counter.
Useful and unobtrusive.
The sweep hand counts radioactivity.
- It's waterproof, of course. - But of course.
Now here's something I want you to use with special care.
With special care.
- Everything you give me... - Is treated with equal contempt, I know.
But that's an underwater camera.
It takes eight pictures in rapid succession.
- Is that clever? - If it can take pictures in the dark, yes.
Try to be a little less than your usual frivolous self, 007.
Now here's a miniature Very pistol, which fires a bright red flare, a distress signal.
- You should keep it on you day and night. - I resent that remark.
Here!
Look, do you mind?
In the event of a rebreather not being available, use this device.
For short periods only, of course. Say about four minutes.
- Clever. - Obviously you'd use it as a last resort.
- It closes to a convenient pocket size. - Assuming one has a convenient pocket.
Now pay attention.
A recently developed harmless radioactive device.
Harmless?
It sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
- What am I supposed to do with this? - Obviously, you... swallow it.
Now?
Let's hope she'll still be lying in the same place tonight.
We'll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later.
- Good idea. - Take her in.
A container will be dropped offthe coast of Burma in the Mergui Archipelago,
Iatitude 20 degrees north,
Iongitude 60 degrees east,
at 2000 hours Greenwich Mean Time on May 27th.
It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds between three and eight carats.
Total value to be not less than 100 million pounds, present market price.
After we have recovered the container and verified its contents,
you will be notified on radio frequency 16.23 megacycles
where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
- Kenniston, get on to De Beers at once. - Yes, sir.
Well, gentlemen, unless those bombs are found,
I'm afraid we'll have to pay their price.
- Sir... - Oh, yes.
Signal from 007 in Nassau. A few things that might interest us.
The Disco Volante is still in the harbour, off the Casino Channel.
The catamaran too, so we can use her for cover.
Fine. Drop me in the water behind her.
- Any further news from London? - No.
Zero hour is still 2000 hours on the 27th.
- That's just 55 hours from now. - Yes. Shall we go?
- OK. This'll do here. - We'll meet back at Pinder's.
Good luck.
Turn the underwater lights on.
TV closed circuit!
Hand grenades.
Ready!
Down there.
There!
Quick! Launch!
Hey! There's something there!
That's him! Turn around!
Hold that.
Look! We must have hit him with the propeller.
Let's get back and tell Largo.
- Can I have a lift? - Sure.
- Thank you. You just about saved my life. - Really?
My outboard capsized so I had to swim ashore.
How far do you go?
You'd better fasten your safety belt.
- What's your name? - James Bond.
Fiona Volpe.
- Do you fly here often? - Do I make you nervous?
No. It's just that I have no desire to be capsized twice in one night.
At least you won't have to swim ashore.
Have you been here before, Mr Bond?
No, I haven't.
- But this is the road to Nassau? - Yes.
Eventually.
- Well, this is as far as I go. - Yes, me too. This is my hotel.
- What a coincidence! - Yes. So convenient.
You look pale. I hope I didn't frighten you.
- I've always been a nervous passenger. - Some men just don't like to be driven.
No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
Look at this.
An underwater hatch.
That's how they could leave and get back.
So nobody saw them. The whole operation was carried out underwater.
That's where we'll look for the plane.
I'll bring the prints to the hotel.
The Air Force searched the area 250 miles out of Nassau.
It must be beyond that radius.
That's if the Disco Volante was out that night.
Sure she was. But Harbour Control said only for six hours.
She couldn't cover 500 miles in that time, no.
About 90 miles is her limit for six hours, and that's out and back.
I reckon we've got to go further out. We'll need more gas for that.
Let's get back to Nassau.
- We haven't much time. - You're right, James, we haven't.
Pull!
Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?
- You would like Bond dead. - I can think of no better arrangement.
Because he tries to make love to your... woman?
Because he is Bond and, as an enemy of SPECTRE, should be killed.
Mark!
If Bond had died last night as a result of your hastiness,
his government would have known for certain the bombs are here.
When the time is right, he will be killed. Pull!
I shall kill him.
A separate pool.
For sharks, no less. Move in.
Hold on that line.
That's Largo's place, all right. My next port of call.
- Mr Largo? - Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Can I help?
Why, Mr Bond. Of course you can.
That looks particularly inviting.
Mr Bond. Welcome to Palmyra.
It's a pleasure. I just hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- What do you mean? - I thought you might have another visitor.
No.
That gun. Looks more fitting for a woman.
Do you know much about guns, Mr Bond?
No. I know a little about women.
Mr Janni, Mr Vargas.
Mr Vargas, Mr Janni.
Which is which?
You might have met Mr Vargas the other night.
- Oh, yes. I believe I did. - Drinks, sir.
- Rum Collins, Mr Bond? - Yes. Just about that hour, isn't it?
For you?
Of course! Vargas does not drink. Does not smoke.
Does not make love.
What do you do, Vargas?
Every man has his passion. Mine is fishing.
What is yours, Mr Bond?
Well... I'm not what you'd call a passionate man.
I think it's time I went to change.
You must let me show you around.
Oh, I'd love that.
I thought you might.
Pull!
What could be easier?
- Perhaps you'd call one for me. - Of course. Pull!
Seems terribly difficult.
- No, it isn't, is it? - No...
I collect big game fish for various marine institutions.
Magnificent creatures.
Charming.
The notorious Golden Grotto sharks. The most savage, the most dangerous.
They know when it's time to be fed.
- That boat, is she yours? - The Disco Volante? Yes.
- I'm very proud of her. - What does she do? About 1 5 knots?
Better than that. Near 20.
Perhaps you'd like to see over her.
Yes, I would, very much.
- Emilio, lunch is ready. - Thank you, my darling.
Come, Mr Bond. The conch chowder smells delicious.
Domino, I was thinking, as I'll be busy this evening,
perhaps Mr Bond will take you to the Junkanoo.
It's our local Mardi Gras. You'll be my guest, Mr Bond.
- That's very kind. - It will be my pleasure.
- Oh, hello! - Oh, hello.
Our Mr Bond must have a high opinion of himself.
- Opinion? - Yes.
He has a date with me, too.
Excuse me.
Let me go! Let me go! No!
No!
Don't let her make so much noise.
Use the chloroform.
Largo did promise he'd come, didn't he?
He'll be here, don't worry.
James, I think that man's waving at you.
James! Come down here!
Quick!
Excuse me for a second.
James, Paula's gone.
- What do you mean, "gone"? - She's checked out of the hotel.
You look after Domino. Watch her.
- You think she was on to something? - I've got to find out. Watch out for her.
All right. Thank you.
The Governor's not happy, but you'll have a power cut all over the island.
I don't give a damn about the rest of the island.
- I just want the lights out in Palmyra. - You'll have it.
What do you mean, she won't talk?
Don't worry. She will.
What's wrong?
- Dimitri! ls it a power failure? - Yes! All over the island!
- Switch to the emergency generator. - Yes, sir.
Largo told you to be careful.
I didn't kill her. She must have taken some poison.
A capsule in the mouth. What do you think? Cyanide?
She's dead.
- What's happened? - Someone's got Ricardo!
Search that way. And you, the sharks' pool!
What happened?
Leave him! This way!
Stop it! Stop it!
You fools! He's got you all shooting at each other!
It started down there!
Over here!
No, no. I've got a better idea.
- Lift the tunnel hatch and let them in. - Yes, sir.
Sorry, old chap. Better luck next time.
Tell Leiter to stay with the girl.
I'll get back to him as soon as I can.
- Anything else? - Tell him Paula's dead.
- Oh! - Hello!
- Aren't you in the wrong room, Mr Bond? - Not from where I'm standing.
Since you are here, would you mind giving me something to put on?
I'm very glad to see you again, Mr Bond.
And I'm glad to see you again.
I had a feeling you've been avoiding me.
Well, you see, I had no idea we were next-door neighbours.
They just moved me down this afternoon.
It's extraordinary, isn't it? Almost as if...
As if it was intended.
Yes, it... is extraordinary.
Shouldn't you get out of those wet clothes?
You'll catch your... death of cold.
Now look. You know we're going to be too late.
- Too late for what? - The Junkanoo.
I promised my friends I'd meet them there.
Perhaps you know them. The Largos.
Questions, questions. All I get is questions.
But the music is gonna go on all night anyhow.
- Enough to drive you wild. - Yeah?
Do you like wild things, Mr Bond, James Bond?
Wild?
You should be locked up in a cage.
This bed feels like a cage.
All these bars.
Do you think I'll be... safe?
You made a shocking mess out of my hair, you sadistic brute.
Will you zip me up, please?
No wonder you can get dressed so quickly.
On the way we can have a little talk.
You may find it interesting.
Come on.
I'm coming. I'd hate to miss anything.
And now we can go somewhere for an interesting talk.
Friends of yours, no doubt.
Come in!
You dress quickly too. I didn't see that gun in the mirror.
Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.
- And when did you find out? - You're wearing the same ring as Largo.
It's a ring I like to wear.
Vanity has its dangers.
Vanity, Mr Bond,
is something you know so much about.
My dear girl, don't flatter yourself.
What I did was for king and country.
You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
But of course! I forgot your ego, Mr Bond.
James Bond, who only has to make love to a woman
and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing.
She repents and immediately returns to the side of right and virtue.
But not this one.
What a blow it must have been, you having a failure.
Well, can't win them all.
We'll take him out the front way. Go and get the car.
Careful, Mr Bond. Careful.
Now look.
Get through to Palmyra. Tell them we've been held up by the Junkanoo.
- Like a drink, man? - Get him away!
- Don't you try anything. - Get out of here!
- It's real firewater. - Get out of it! Get out of here!
It can't harm you, man.
Go after him!
- You haven't seen anything? - No.
Look!
Follow it. You, that side. You, there.
Stay with us now.
- Thank you. I'd love to. - Love to what?
Oh, you're mad! Do you know that?
Yes! lsn't everyone?
- May I cut in? - You should've said your wife was here.
Do you come here often?
It's no good trying to escape, Mr Bond.
I don't want to escape.
Strange as it may seem, I've grown accustomed to your face.
Why don't you come with us quietly?
You don't seem to understand.
You see, I enjoy my dancing.
Mind if my friend sits this one out? She's just dead!
You'll leave at 0600 hours and land at Aden to refuel.
You will then proceed to the Mergui Archipelago to make your drop
precisely at 20 degrees north,
60 degrees east.
The diamonds will be in a special container...
I hate to give in on this.
Paying them blood money. Letting them beat us.
- Have you an alternative? - I'm afraid I haven't.
- I thought 007 was on to something. - I thought so too, sir.
- False alarm? - Afraid so.
He obviously has a highly developed sense of... shall we say drama?
If 007 thought he was on to something...
Pity he didn't make sure before he shouted the odds.
We have exactly 14 hours and 50 minutes.
Then we shall have to pay up and look as happy as we can, shan't we?
That's it, James. We've looked about everywhere.
We've got to find that plane.
You won't find it down there. That's the Golden Grotto.
Golden Grotto?
Yeah. All you'll find down there are sharks.
- Take it down. I want a closer look. - At what?
Never mind! Take it down quick!
Set her down. I think we've found it.
There's something camouflaged down there. I'll take a look.
Shoot one of those sharks. It'll keep the others occupied.
I don't know how long the others will take to finish him off, but they'll be back.
- I'll keep an eye on them. - Good.
Take these.
She's down there, all right.
- Are the bombs on board? - No.
- Great! What's our next move? - We'll check on the Disco Volante.
If the bombs aren't on board now, they soon will be.
Who are you going to ask? Largo?
No... I don't think we'll have to.
I hope we didn't frighten the fish.
Sea egg spines. They're poisonous!
Here. Give me your arm.
Sit down.
Now turn over.
This is going to hurt a bit.
It's the first time I've tasted women. They're rather good.
You're the only man to ever make me cry.
Except François, my brother, when we were children.
Domino... I have to tell you something.
I'm sorry, James. I didn't mean to embarrass you, speaking of love. I know...
- I must hurt you again. - You're going away.
- "Sorry, my dear. It's all over." - No, it's about your brother.
What about him?
François...
He's...
He's dead?
- What happened? - It's a long story.
And it involves your friend... Largo.
- Domino, I need your help. - Of course.
That's why you make love to me.
Look, I can't explain what this is all about, but you must trust me.
- Because you want me to help you? - Look, Largo had your brother murdered.
Thousands, hundreds of thousands of people will die soon if you don't help me.
That much we do know. But there's something we don't.
The bombs... When they'll be loaded aboard the Disco Volante.
- How could I know that? - That you'll have to find out.
It won't be easy. It could be very dangerous.
What can he do to me he hasn't already done?
Then you'll do it?
- Yes. - Good.
This is a Geiger counter. You press this lever.
If it starts clicking, the bombs are aboard.
- What do I do then? - Go straight up on deck.
As the Disco Volante is being watched, you'll be spotted.
Vargas behind you.
Really?
He must have followed us.
I think he got the point.
It should have been Largo.
Largo...
- When did he expect you back? - Very soon now.
He said not to be late. He was most insistent.
- You go back. I'll take care of Vargas. - James...
Understand, I'm doing this for my brother. For what he did to him.
Promise you will kill Largo for me, whatever happens.
- You haven't much time. - All right.
Oh, something I remembered.
- It may not be important. - Tell me.
There's a small bridge over the canal. Largo never allows strangers near it.
- By it is a flight of steps. - To where?
To the sea, on the far side ofPalmyra. Perhaps it is important, after all.
Put on your equipment.
Did we get a message saying the girl went on board the Disco?
- Yes, sir. Received at... - OK, OK.
- If she is on board, where's 007? - That's a question.
Stand by. Five seconds.
Watch my signal.
Prepare to get under way.
Captain, weigh anchor.
Get under way immediately.
Once we pick up the merchandise, head for our target area, Miami.
The Disco Volante is leaving, sir.
I told you to stay in your cabin.
It's stuffy. I want a breath of air.
My dear, did you not hear me?
- Where did you get that? - I bought it this morning.
Mr Bond gave you this little toy, I imagine.
And Vargas is dead!
No, my dear, there is no escape for you.
Like your friend, you've been a bit too clever.
And now you are caught!
You've given me much pleasure, Domino.
But in return, unless you tell me how much Bond knows,
I'll be forced to cause you great pain.
This for heat,... these for cold.
Applied scientifically and slowly.
Very, very slowly.
- What do you want?! - We're activating the bombs.
- You said to tell you. - Oh, yes.
A private little matter, my friend, between the young woman and myself.
Go!
Do not live in hope. There is no-one to rescue you.
Now go on.
It's a good thing the homing capsule he swallowed is still working.
Straight ahead.
Go right. Go on right!
That's him!
Hold it!
Up!
Get your radio man on to Orlando Beach!
Warn them the target is Miami!
Also, the bomb is transferred from the Disco Volante
onto a wreck off Fowley Point!
Right. Hang on to that.
- And the kitchen sink! - On you, everything looks good.
Take this.
Good luck.
- Weigh anchor! - Aye aye, sir.
- Make smoke! - Making smoke... now!
- Stand by for conversion. - Standing by.
Jettison cocoon!
Cocoon's away.
Keep firing! They're closing!
Come on! Fire! More! Over there!
Away from there.
We've still got one bomb aboard.
He's gone mad!
Please talk to them for me.
Tell them I only did what I had to do, what I was told to do.
Where is he?
The bomb cannot be exploded now.
I threw the arming device into the sea.
- Do you understand? - Yes.
Get him!
- I'm glad I killed him. - You're glad!
- Who's he? - I don't know but he helped me.
- Look out! The rocks! - The reef!
He's jammed the controls! Come on!
Jump!
- I can't swim! - Never too late to learn.
Get down!
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Thunderball was released with a marketing blitz unparalleled at the time.
What follows are the United Artists radio advertisements
which played to promote the film in the United States and Canada.
Dr No: big.
From Russia With Love: bigger.
Goldfinger: even bigger!
Now...
here comes the biggest Bond of all!
Thunderball!
Now... James Bond does it.
Everywhere!
Look up. Look down.
Look out! Here comes the biggest Bond of all.
Albert R Broccoli and Harry Saltzman present
Sean Connery in... Thunderball!
Produced by Kevin McClory.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Thunderball!
Dr No: big.
From Russia With Love: bigger.
Goldfinger: even bigger!
Now... here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Thunderball!
Look up. Look down. Look out!
See Sean Connery in... Thunderball.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Dr No: big.
From Russia With Love: bigger.
Goldfinger: even bigger!
Now... here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Sean Connery in Thunderball.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Look up.
Look down.
Look out!
Here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Thunderball!
Now James Bond does it everywhere...
in Thunderball.
See Sean Connery in Thunderball.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Look up.
Look down.
Look out!
Here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Thunderball!
Now James Bond does it everywhere...
in Thunderball!
See Sean Connery in Thunderball.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Look up.
Look down.
Look out!
Here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Sean Connery in Thunderball.
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
- Look up. - Here comes...
- Look down! - Here comes the biggest...
- Look out! - Here comes the biggest Bond of all:
Thunderball!
See the biggest Bond of all:
Sean Connery in... Thunderball!
Panavision. Technicolor. A United Artists release.
Thunderball!
Can one motion picture possibly contain this much action?
Get down!
- This much excitement? - Kill Bond! Now!
This many villains?
Can one motion picture possibly contain this many... beautiful women?
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Can one motion picture possibly contain all this?
No!
It takes two.
And not just any two.
It takes the two biggest Bonds of all:
Thunderball and You Only Live Twice.
Now on the same programme.
Sean Connery is James Bond
in lan Fleming's Thunderball
and You Only Live Twice.
Re-released by United Artists. Rated GP. All ages. Parental guidance.
No one picture could possibly contain the action, the danger, the excitement
of the two biggest Bonds of all:
Thunderball and You Only Live Twice,
together on the same programme.
Sean Connery is James Bond
in lan Fleming's Thunderball and You Only Live Twice.
Re-released by United Artists. Rated GP. All ages. Parental guidance.
Sean Connery is James Bond
in lan Fleming's Thunderball and You Only Live Twice.
Re-released by United Artists. Rated GP.