Live and Let Die Page #3

But, for our purposes,

just a performer in a musical

extravaganza we've cooked up

for you wonderful people.

Good evening. The name's Bond.

I have a reservation.

Mr Bond. Of course.

Mrs Bond's been expecting you.

- Mrs Bond?

- She arrived earlier this afternoon.

Said she preferred

something a little more... private.

Bungalow 1 2.

An incurable romantic - Mrs Bond.

Room service, please.

Room service?

This is Mr Bond. Bungalow 1 2.

I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please.

Slightly chilled.

Two glasses. Thank you.

Anybody home?

Your champagne, sir.

- What was that?

- Your champagne.

Put it on the table, thanks.

- Shall I open it?

- What?

Shall I open it?

Oh, no. I can manage. Thank you.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Mrs Bond, I presume?

I'm Rosie Carver.

I guess I have a little explaining to do.

Yes. Either you or

dear Uncle Felix.

Custom 38, Smith & Wesson.

Corrugated three-inch stock,

no serial number, standard CIA issue.

The question is:
why point it at me?

The man who delivered your champagne

is not a hotel waiter.

I was just trying to be careful.

As for Felix Leiter, you're right.

I've worked for CIA down here

for some time now.

He cabled me you were coming

and asked if I would help out if I could.

Perhaps you'd better start

by getting your head together.

- There's a mirror in the bathroom.

- Yes.

You're only my second mission,

you know.

My first was Baines.

The agent who was killed.

It's a relief to know I'm next in line

for the same kind of aid.

- There's a...

- A snake! I should have told you.

You should never go in there

without a mongoose.

I should have never

gotten into any of this!

I'm going to be completely useless to you.

I'm sure we'll be able

to lick you into shape.

It's... getting late, Mrs Bond.

Tomorrow will be a very busy day.

You see, Kananga is

protecting something down here.

Something which Baines

obviously discovered.

You're going to show me the spot

where Baines' body was found.

That, I'm afraid,

only leaves us tonight to...

catch up on old times.

Felix told me there'd be

moments like this.

What did good old Felix suggest?

If all else failed,

cyanide pills.

I settled for two bedrooms.

Good night, Mr Bond.

Mrs Bond.

It's just a hat, darling,

belonging to a small-headed man

who lost a fight with a chicken.

It's a warning. Get it outta here!

Oh, please!

Please don't leave me alone tonight.

James, please promise me!

All right, darling,

if you insist... I promise.

Thank you.

Rosie!

Breakfast's up!

Rosie!

- Are you ready yet?

- What?

I have to see about organising a car.

I'll see you in the lobby.

Over here, sir!

Guarantee big fish. Catch big fish, sir!

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