Licence to Kill Page #2

Della and Felix.

We love you.

Thanks.

Come on!

Did you get him?

Hang on.

I can't see him.

How deep is it there?

How many were inside?

Oh, James!

I wanted you to have something.

You know the tradition?

The next one who catches

this is the next one who...

No.

No. Thanks, Della.

It's time I left.

Oh, James.

Did I say something wrong?

He was married once,

but it was a long time ago.

Felix, you're no good to

me with a wrecked back.

Let her go.

I'm the one you want.

Hey! Ready to go?

We got the batteries

recharged on the sub.

It'll take you to

the 12-mile limit.

Fast boat to Cuba, you'll

be there for breakfast.

Relax. We'll wait for Dario.

Look, are you crazy?

You got everybody looking

for you.

What about Killifer?

Having a cop here is nuts!

I want to deep-six him.

I made a deal with this guy,

and I'm going to keep my word.

I don't like it.

He can finger me.

I spent a fortune

on this cover.

Something you'd

better understand, amigo,

loyalty is more important

to me than money.

Now, get the cop.

Killifer.

There's $2 million,

all in twenties.

It's very heavy,

but difficult to trace.

Smart.

Be ready for tomorrow.

I have someone to pick you up.

Where's Lupe? On the boat.

Keep her there

until I send for her.

Hey, no fooling

around with my girl.

You kidding?

After what you did to

that guy on the islands?

You liked my

little valentine, huh?

Where's my wife?

Don't worry. We gave

her a nice honeymoon.

I want you to know

this is nothing personal.

It's purely

business.

Killifer!

Sorry, old buddy, but two mil

is a hell of a chunk of dough.

Killing me won't stop

anything, Sanchez!

There are worse things

than dying, hombre.

See you in hell!

No.

Today's the first day

of the rest of your life.

No!

Thank you.

Good morning. Good morning.

Thank you.

Your passport, please?

What's going on?

Some big drug dealer

just escaped.

Now, will that be smoking

or non-smoking, Mr...

Your ticket!

Felix?

Della!

Della?

Felix.

You'll be all right. Hang on.

- Hey, Letter.

- Where you been?

It's Bond.

Get an ambulance here, quick!

Hi, Sharkey.

You stick around.

I might have some more

questions for you, okay?

How is he?

His left leg's

gone below the knee.

They might be

able to save his arm.

You can bet it was a chain saw.

Colombians love to

use them on informers.

Hell, they sell more here

than in the state of Oregon.

I wish I could be more hopeful,

but we'll have to wait and see.

Chain saw, my ass!

I know a shark bite

when I see one.

Sanchez has vanished.

He's got all of Letter's files.

God only knows what's in them.

Well, find him.

He's out of our jurisdiction.

I mean, there's plenty of

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