Licence to Kill

Synopsis: James Bond is on possibly his most brutal mission yet. Bond's good friend, Felix Leiter, is left near death, by drug baron Franz Sanchez. Bond sets off on the hunt for Sanchez, but not everyone is happy. MI6 does not feel Sanchez is their problem and strips Bond of his license to kill making Bond more dangerous than ever. Bond gains the aid of one of Leiter's friends, known as Pam Bouvier and sneaks his way into the drug factories, which Sanchez owns. Will Bond be able to keep his identity secret, or will Sanchez see Bond's true intentions?
Director(s): John Glen
Production: United Artists
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.6
Metacritic:
58
Rotten Tomatoes:
77%
PG-13
Year:
1989
133 min
1,253 Views


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We have a midcourse deviation.

Target heading 036, 126 miles.

Bearing 062, Havana, VOR.

He's landing at Cray Cay.

Advise Key West

Drug Enforcement.

Roger, sir. AWACS to Key West.

Key West Drug Enforcement,

please come in.

If they hurry, they just might

be able to grab the bastard.

Now, you're sure

you've got the ring?

Relax, Felix.

Friends of yours?

My partners at the DEA.

What the hell is going on?

Sanchez is in the Bahamas.

Have you cleared it

with Nassau?

We've got the green light.

Let's go! Hey, Felix, Felix!

Haven't you

forgotten something?

Oh, James, explain

to Della, will you?

No way. I'm coming with you.

Okay, but strictly

as an observer.

Sorry, Sharkey. Hey, why me?

Hey, you guys,

you can't do this to me!

What will I tell Della?

What did he promise you?

His heart?

Give her his heart.

No.

No, Franz.

I didn't mean any harm.

It's all right, baby.

We all make mistakes.

Your escapades are

getting more creative.

Not a word.

He's still not here.

Can you go around

the block again?

What about the guests?

I told you this was a mistake!

James, just in case.

Okay.

I want Sanchez alive!

Stay here, James.

No Sanchez. Damn.

Watch out!

Hey, observer!

You're trying to

get yourself killed?

If I don't get you back for the

wedding, I'm a dead man for sure!

You need help?

No. Take your hands off me.

Just go away.

Sanchez!

Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

He'll be in Cuban

airspace in 20 minutes.

He hasn't got away yet.

What the hell are you doing?

Let's go fishing!

Forward. Forward.

Easy. Hold it.

Back up. Back up.

Forward now.

Hold it!

Bring him in. Take the load.

No, please go home. I'm very...

There he is!

Let's go, James!

We made it!

Come along. James!

Your hat. Thank you.

I need, I need, I've got

to hold on to your love.

Ooooh.

Hey, baby, think you need a friend

to stand here by your side?

Yes, you do.

Your side.

Oh, baby, now you

can depend on me.

To do things right.

Things right.

Please don't bet

that you'll ever escape me.

Once I get my sights on you.

Got a license to kill.

And you know I'm going

straight for your heart.

Got a license to kill.

Anyone who

tries to tear us apart.

Ooh, honey.

License to kill.

Say that somebody

tries to make a move on you.

In the blink of an eye,

I will be there too.

And they'd better know

why I'm gonna make them pay.

Till their dying day

Till their dying day.

Till their dying day.

Got a license to kill.

And you know I'm going

straight for your heart, baby.

Got a license to kill.

Anyone who

tries to tear us apart.

License to kill.

Gotta hold onto your loving.

License to kill.

Kill.

On the double!

Get away from the door!

You're facing 139

felony counts, Sanchez.

Why, that's 936 years.

Even one of your famous million-dollar

bribes can't get you out of this one.

Two.

What?

$2 million, U.S.

A standing offer for

anyone who springs me.

God damn it!

You think you're in

some banana republic?

All that scumbag money won't

do you a bit of good here.

Very good.

But I think I'm gonna

be home soon, huh?

Why you...

Get a hold of yourself!

We got a nice private cell waiting

for your ass at Quantico,

and I'm going to personally

see you get there.

I'm terribly sorry!

That's a custom. You see, the bride

always gets to kiss her best man.

I thought it was

the other way around.

Oh, James, would you mind?

Felix is still in the study, and

we've got to cut this cake.

I'll do anything for

a woman with a knife.

Thank you. Yes, could

you help me here?

I'm sorry. No, no. Come in.

We're finished.

Pam, meet James.

Goodbye, Felix.

Strictly business, my friend.

Switch that thing off, Felix.

You know you have a house

full of guests waiting.

Just let me save this.

Take a seat.

The department wants

a full report, yesterday.

We really hit it lucky today.

Sanchez hasn't been out

of his home base for years.

Well, couldn't you

extradite him?

Not a chance.

He's killed,

intimidated or bribed

half the government officials

from here to Chile.

There's only one law down

there, Sanchez's law.

Lead or silver.

Ed.

Double congratulations,

old buddy.

You take your time on the

honeymoon. Everything's okay.

You must be Bond, the guy

who came along for the ride.

Ed Killifer.

We're taking Sanchez to

Quantico this afternoon.

Hey, stay and

have a drink with us.

Can't. Got to get back.

I just came by

to kiss the bride.

Felix, it's time

to cut the cake.

Hand me the picture of Della.

Quick.

She must be ready to kill me.

I tied them myself.

What are these? Lures!

These'll keep you busy

for the next few days.

I'm not going fishing

on my honeymoon!

How many others

are being held in there?

Where are you

taking him, Mr. Killifer?

Now, why did you

go to the Bahamas?

Mr. Sanchez, will you look this

way for a picture, please?

Come on, get him inside!

Get that lady out of there.

Are you really a Colombian?

Have you been fairly treated?

One more picture, please!

Are you connected with any

laboratories in South America?

Why did you go to the Bahamas?

No more questions.

Do you expect to be

vindicated, Mr. Sanchez?

Wait a minute!

Okay, let's go.

Yeah, we're moving out.

Will you excuse me, Liala?

Just a minute.

I have a surprise for you.

Oh, really.

Yes, I do.

It's right over here.

What's that?

James. Love always,

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Michael G. Wilson

Michael Gregg Wilson, OBE (born January 21, 1942) is an American producer and screenwriter, best known for his association with the James Bond film series. more…

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