Dr. No Page #2

And another thing.

Since I've been head of Ml6, there's been|a 40% drop in double-O casualties.

I want it to stay that way.|You'll carry the Walther.

Unless you'd prefer to go back|to standard intelligence duties?

No, sir. I would not.

Then from now on you carry|a different gun. Show him, armourer.

Walther PPK. 7.65mm with a delivery|like a brick through a plate-glass window.

Takes a Brausch silencer,|with little reduction in muzzle velocity.

The American CIA swear by them.

- Thank you, Major Boothroyd.|- Thank you, sir.

- Any questions, 007?|- No, sir.

All right, then. Best of luck.

Thank you, sir.

- Sir?|- Just leave the Beretta.

repartee. 007's in a hurry.

Ciao.

Good luck.

There! Now you made me miss it.

You don't miss a thing.

How did you get in here?

I decided to accept your invitation.

That was for tomorrow afternoon.

Tell me...|Do you always dress this way for golf?

I changed into something more|comfortable. I hope I did the right thing.

You did the right thing,

but you picked the wrong moment.|I have to leave immediately.

Oh, that's too bad.

Just as things were|getting interesting again.

When did you say you had to leave?

Immediately.

"Almost" immediately.

Hello, New York. Your Pan-Am 323|just landed - Kingston, Jamaica.

please go to terminal four?

Taxi!

All right, then. Go ahead.

Help yourself.

- Taxi!|- Mr... Bond, sir?

Yes?

I'm Mr Jones - chauffeur from|Government House, sent to get you.

Fine. You can drop my luggage|at the hotel on the way.

- Hang on, I want to check my reservation.|- I can do that.

No, no. You just take care of the bags.

- Yes.

- Hold the line, please.

- Who wants him?|- James Bond. Universal Exports.

Welcome to Jamaica, Mr Bond.

Yes, your head office|alerted us this morning.

- Are you free for lunch at one o'clock?|- One o'clock suits me fine.

- No, I didn't think you'd want one.

Quite right. One o'clock, then.

Forgive me if I'm... a few minutes late.

Thank you.

- Where to first, sir?|- Government House, but I'm in no hurry.

Just, uh... take me for a ride.

Do you always drive this fast?|I told you I wasn't in a hurry.

Sorry, sir, but I think there's|some fellow trying to follow us.

Then I suggest you... try and lose them.

Take the next turning on the right.

Now, Mr Jones.

Talk fast,|before your friend doubles back.

Who are you working for?

I... don't know what you're talking about.

- I was just sent to meet you at the airport.|- Ah, but by whom?

By...

- Government House.|- I don't think so.

Both hands on the wheel, Mr Jones.|I'm a very nervous passenger.

Get out - move!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Get up!

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