Dr. No

## Three blind mice in a row #

# Three blind mice, there they go #

# Marching down the street, single file #

# To a calypso beat all the while #

# They're looking for the cat #

# The cat that swallowed the rat #

# the attitude of three blind mice #

# Three blind mice, here and there #

# Three blind mice, everywhere #

# Searching all around for the cat #

# All over Kingston town, pit-a-pat #

# They got the carving knife #

# To cut the pussy cat's life #

# The puss will get that knife for trifling #

# The three blind mice #

# Oh, the mice... ##

That's it. 100 honours, and 90 below.

Nicely done, Strangways.|I have to give it to you.

I must leave you for a few minutes.|Order a round on my chit, Professor.

Right.

Damn it all!|Must you always break off at this time?

My managing director's a creature of|habit. I get a call every day at this time.

Hurry back before the cards get cold.

Same again.

Bless you, master.

- Hurry, man! Hurry!|- Get away, quick!

W6N... W6N... W6N.

Calling G7W.

How do you hear me? Over.

Receiving you. Over.

Stand by to transmit.

Wait. Out.

Here.

Hello, W6N. Report my signals.

Report my signals. Over.

Hello, W6N. Over.

Foreman of signals - urgent.

Get me the Ml6 radio security control.

What is it?

W6N, Jamaica. Broken contact, sir,|during a routine transmission.

Broken or faded?

Broken.|The carrier wave is still established.

- And the emergency frequencies?|- No joy on either. I'm still calling.

Keep trying.|Let me know when they come up.

Hello, W6N? W6N?|Report my signals. Over.

Foreman of signals, sir.|Jamaica's broken off mid-transmission.

No, sir. It's not a technical fault.

Yes, sir.

Will you tell him, sir?

Very good.

- Excuse me, sir. Are you a member?|- No, I'm looking for Mr James Bond.

- What name should I say, sir?|- Just give him my card, will you?

Would you like to leave your coat|over there, sir?

- Suivi.

- Carte.

Sept la banque.

- Banco suivi.

- Carte.

Huit la banque.

- C'est suivi.

- Oui, madame. Changeur, s'il vous plat.

- Carte.

- Neuf la banque.|- I need another thousand.

I admire your courage, Miss... uh...?

Trench. Sylvia Trench.

I admire your luck, Mr...?

Bond.

James Bond.

Mr Bond, I suppose you wouldn't|care to... um... raise the limit?

I have no objections.

Pas possible, madame. Ce n'est pas lgal.

- C'est suivi, monsieur.

Looks like you're out to get me.

It's an idea, at that.

- Huit la banque.

Neuf la banque.

- Excuse me, sir.|- Thank you.

Andr, I must pass the shoe.

I hope you'll forgive me,|but it's most important.

Thank you.

Have those changed, will you?

Too bad you have to go.|Just as things were getting interesting.

Yes.

Tell me, Miss Trench, do you play any|other games? Besides "chemin de fer"?

Hmm. Golf,

amongst other things.

- Tomorrow afternoon, then.|- Tomorrow? Let me see...

And, uh, we could have dinner|afterwards, perhaps?

Sounds tempting.

May I, um,

let you know in the morning?

Splendid.

My number's on the card.

See if he's there, will you?

James, where on earth have you been?|I've been searching London for you!

He'll see you in a minute.

Moneypenny!

What gives?

Me. Given an ounce of encouragement.

You never take "me" to dinner|looking like this, James.

You never take me to dinner. Period.

I would, you know. Only M|would have me court-martialled for

illegal use of government property.

Flattery will get you nowhere.|But don't stop trying.

- Now...|- What's all this to-do about?

Strangways. And it looks serious.

We've been burning the air between|here and Jamaica for three hours.

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