Moonraker Page #4

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

GUIDE:
Now, we have here

a very early 17th century dish

with an aquamarine medallion.

Over here, we have

something very,

very interesting.

This glass-handled sword,

the only one of its kind

in the world,

was owned by General Menotti

in the late 18th century

and is the work of Bruno...

(DOOR OPENS)

(MEN CHATTERING)

14th century.

Dr. Goodhead.

I can only hope

your presence here

is a coincidence, Mr. Bond.

I dislike being spied on.

Well, don't we all?

You're staying

at the Danieli,

aren't you?

Yes. How did you know?

Well, I like to

keep abreast of things.

May I ask what

you're doing in Venice?

I'm addressing a seminar

of the European

Space Commission.

My, heavy stuff.

But there again,

I keep forgetting

that you are

more than just

a very beautiful woman.

If you're trying

to be ingratiating,

Mr. Bond, don't bother.

I have more important

things on my mind.

Ah, that's what I'd like

to talk to you about.

Dinner this evening?

This evening I'm

giving my address.

Well, then, can you

think of reason

why we don't have

a drink afterwards?

Not immediately.

But I'm sure I shall.

Franco.

(MOTOR BOAT APPROACHING)

(COUGHING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELLING IN ITALIAN)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)

(ALARM BLARING)

(CHOCKING)

(SHOUTING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM STOPS)

(SHOUTING)

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(CRASHING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

Play it again, Sam.

(EXCLAIMING)

(GASPING)

What the hell

are you doing here?

Convalescing.

Your friend Cha

just tried to kill me.

And you think

I had something

to do with it?

Well, the thought

had flashed across my mind.

What's Drax up to

in that laboratory?

Why don't you

ask him yourself?

You leaving me

your telephone number?

I don't see the point.

Ah, now I do.

Not what I want to

get stuck with tonight.

James, why don't you

pour yourself a drink, huh?

Thank you.

Daily diary.

Fairly deadly diary.

Bollinger.

If it's '69,

you were expecting me.

Trifle overpowering,

your scent.

(BEEPING)

Standard CIA equipment.

And the CIA placed you

with Drax, correct?

Very astute of you, James.

Oh, not really.

I have friends

in low places.

Could this possibly

be the moment for us

to pool our resources?

It could have

its compensations.

Where are you planning

on going from here?

I'm not planning

on going anywhere.

Oh, I suppose

you're right, Holly.

We would be better

off working together.

Detente?

Agreed.

Understanding?

Possibly.

Cooperation?

Maybe.

Trust?

Out of the question.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Send the night porter up

for my bags immediately,

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