Moonraker Page #6

Good thinking.

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

This is it.

Don't talk to

any strange men.

I'll be back.

(MEN PARTYING)

(DRUMS PLAYING)

(CROWD PARTYING)

(PEOPLE APPROACHING)

Are you all right?

Yes, but I'd rather

dance with you.

I did tell you

not to talk to

any strange men.

(CHUCKLING)

Did you find

anything in there?

Only this.

"Drax Air Freight. "

Do you know which airport

they operate from?

Yes. San Pietro.

Do you want me

to take you there?

No, I think

you need some rest.

Come on.

I'll drop you off.

Okay.

(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

Haven't we met

before somewhere?

The face is familiar,

as is the manner.

It's become distinctly

chilly since Venice.

Well, that was before

you walked out on me.

Yes, nearly tripping over

your suitcase on the way

through the door.

So?

So why waste time

working against each other?

I've checked Drax's

warehouse in town.

It's empty.

That's no surprise.

Since I've been here,

those planes have been

taking off every two hours.

Yes. He's moving out.

Where to?

That's what we're

going to find out,

now that we're

working together.

I still don't know

if I trust you.

I don't know

if I trust you either.

That's what makes it

more exciting, doesn't it?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

But I'm sure we're

better off out than in.

Bring that chain.

Hang on, James.

The thought had

occurred to me.

I might have guessed.

Do you know him?

Not socially.

His name's Jaws.

He kills people.

Here, give me the chain.

Come on. Hang on to me.

Jump.

(CRASHING)

Have you broken something?

Only my tailor's heart.

What was that for?

For saving my life.

Remind me to do it

more often.

Oh, thank you,

but we're in great shape.

(SIREN WAILING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

(SCREAMING)

Sorry about that.

(CRASHING)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

James! You look

as though you've just

fallen off a mountain.

Well, it's funny

you should say that,

Moneypenny.

As a matter of fact,

I was in a cable car and...

Never mind.

The other courtyard.

Ah, there you are,007.

Balls, Q?

Bolas,007.

Good. Have that ready

for Army Day.

Yes, sir.

Where's M?

He's in the office

over there.

Q:
This way.

Good morning,007.

Good morning, sir.

You're just in time.

Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Q's come up

with something.

Splendid.

Any news of Dr. Goodhead?

Afraid not. Right, Q.

Well, it's a breakdown

on that phial of liquid

you picked up in Venice.

You know, you seem

to be right,007.

Thank you.

It's a highly toxic nerve gas

that appears to have

no effect on animals.

May I see the formula?

It's a chemical

formula of a plant.

Orchideae anegra.

A very rare orchid indeed.

Yes. It was thought

to be extinct.

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