The Man with the Golden Gun Page #3

This is impossible. I can't...

You're quite right.

An inch too low.

I have just completed an order|for immediate delivery.

- Who collects them?|- I swear, I do not know.

My instructions are to go to the casino.|I am paid and they vanish.

in Hong Kong harbour,

one of the busiest ports in the world.

passports and landing cards ready,

in order to avoid unnecessary delay.

of the famous liner Queen Elizabeth,

mysterious circumstances in 1971.

and on your right, Hong Kong Island.

Taxi!

Follow that Rolls.

Madam, would you be good enough|to move this inverted bedpan?

Sorry I'm late, James, but your signal|from Macau just reached the office.

You're a great help, Goodnight.

Now, get on to Licence Bureau|and trace that car. AU 603, a green Rolls.

A green Rolls?

A green Rolls-Royce.

There can't be that many in Hong Kong.

Courtesy cars. All green Rolls-Royces|belong to the Peninsula Hotel.

You see what a two-year posting|to Staff Intelligence does for a girl?

James, it's wonderful to see you.

- Where are you going?|- I need some information.

The subject under surveillance|is in room 602.

I'll buy you dinner, but first|I have official business to attend to.

Yes, I saw the "official business".

Goodnight, would I do that to you|after two years?

Yes, you bloody well would!

- Please.|- I can manage.

You could open a door for me, though.

- I open champagne?|- No, it's a surprise.

Oh! A surprise!

Good afternoon.

- A water pistol?|- Pass me that robe.

Turn around.

Do you always take a shower|with a pistol?

Put your hands up and get out of here!

- Keep on walking.|- But you haven't answered my question.

Reception. Can I help you?

This is Miss Anders. Room 602.

Put those down!

I see why these packets carry|a government warning.

Give me that!

They certainly can damage your health.

- Ow! You're hurting my arm.|- Then tell me where those bullets go.

- No, I can't.|- Try!

- He'll kill me!|- Who?

I can't tell you!

Scaramanga.

You see what you can do when you try?

You work for him?

I don't work for him.

He's, um... I'm his...

Oh. So he's a lover too.

Only before he kills.

Bullfighters do the same thing.|Claims it improves the eye.

His eye is on me. Where can I find him?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I said where?!

I don't know!|He doesn't tell me everything.

I know he has a date|at the Bottoms Up Club tonight.

How will I recognise him?

- Tall, slim and dark.|- So is my aunt.

- Anything distinctive about him?|- Yes, but how can I...

He is not like other people. He has three...

Oh.

Fascinating anatomical titbit, but the most|useless piece of information I ever heard.

Unless the Bottoms Up is a strip club|and Scaramanga is performing there.

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