James Bond 007: Yesterday and Today Page #3

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Fuses as usual

in the white security box.

Oh, those damned aeroplanes!

They're enough to drive you mad.

Unless, of course,

it's that mink glove of yours.

I'll shut out the noise.

James, where are you going?

Nowhere. I thought

I'd take a little exercise.

You must be joking.

Come on.

Quiet!

Can I help you?

County Police here.

Hello?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

Could it be the front doorbell?

- It most certainly could not.

- Hello.

Haven't you had enough exercise

for one evening?

It's funny you should say that.

Point of return...

Switch from manual to auto.

It's set on automatic. Commandant...

would you care to change places

with the copilot?

- Better view up here.

- I'd be delighted.

This is Southern Radar.

You are now under

positive radar control.

This is avoiding action.

Request you report your position.

Take this, will you?

What's the flap, Dawson?

O-B-N-R, sir. NATO training flight.

Air traffic flashed us.

They lost it on radar. We haven't

been able to pick it up anywhere.

Was she losing altitude

when she went off the screen?

Rapidly.

We can't scan below 300 feet.

- She may have gone down.

- Was she in trouble?

Not according to the last report,

which came from about here.

- She is armed, isn't she?

- Two atomic weapons, M.O.S. Type.

Get everything you can into the area.

A thorough search.

Notify the Admiralty at once.

Top priority. Absolute security.

- Ask them to contact Washington.

- Very good, sir.

Is there anything else in sight?

No. All clear.

Switch on

the underwater landing lights.

Open the underwater hatch.

- Stand by to winch in the submarine.

- Man the winches!

- Give these bomb fuses to Mr. Kutze.

- Right, sir.

Get the submarine up quickly and

the bombs loaded in the containers.

Kutze, are you pleased

with your new toys?

Some new safety device.

A secret control.

What can they have that the great

Ladislav Kutze cannot handle?

Life was much simpler

in my Warsaw laboratory.

Your share will amount to

how many Nobel Prizes?

Pull forward!

More. Hold it!

Paris, sir.

Number One on the scrambler.

Number Two speaking.

Phase two completed.

Number Two has done well,

unlike Count Lippe...

whose choice of Angelo might have

jeopardized the success of our project.

Send a message to the Execution Branch.

You will write,

or telephone at the least.

Day by day. I'm truly sorry

I have to dash off like this.

There's been a bit

of a flap at the office.

- What kind of work do you do?

- I travel...

sort of a licensed troubleshooter.

Mr. Angelo. Heart attack last night.

I'm not surprised.

- Keep in touch.

- Anytime, James. Anyplace.

Another time, another place.

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