The Man with the Golden Gun Page #4

You'll have to do better.

He usually wears|a white linen suit, black tie,

and jewellery, all gold.

You're improving.

I don't want you to twist my arm again.

I don't want to either.

So I'll tell you what you're going to do.

You're going to take the bullets|to Mr Scaramanga,

because, if he doesn't get them,|he may not show up at the Bottoms Up.

And I want him there.

- Why should you trust me?|- I don't.

But neither will Mr Scaramanga, if he|hears about this interesting conversation.

Who knows? He may even use|one of those little golden bullets on you.

And that would be a pity,

because they're "very" expensive.

I'll take them to him.

Let's drink to that.

Bottoms up!

- Soda or ginger ale?|- Ginger ale, please.

Police! Drop it!

Drop it!

You're under arrest.

Move away from there!

If you take the trouble to examine|that gun, you'll notice it hasn't been fired.

Anything you have to say,|you can say at the station.

I'm charging him under Section 473.

- I didn't see your identity card.|- You will.

Here.

- I thought we were going to the station.|- Kowloon side.

Kowloon's over there!

We're going to the New Territories!

Welcome aboard, Commander Bond.

This way, sir.

Down the hatchway, please.

Good evening, sir.

Would you follow me, please?

It certainly gives you a new slant.

What with the Chinese on one side|and the US fleet on the other,

down here's the only place|in Hong Kong you can't be bugged.

And with current real-estate prices|in Hong Kong, quite practical. Any luck?

A Chinese fighter we salvaged.

Good evening, 007.

Glad to see you're still with us.

In future, Commander Bond, if you must|tour the world of Suzie Wong by night,

- inform our man here. Lieutenant Hip.|- Sorry, Commander.

I had to get you away from the police,|but didn't know how much you knew.

Nothing.

But I should report, sir, that Scaramanga|does not have a contract on me.

He couldn't have missed me tonight.|Instead he hit a chap at a club.

- I got a shock when I saw who it was.|- I should think you did.

Our missing solar-energy expert: Gibson.

Yes. Gibson. He was prepared|to come back under certain conditions.

That's why I'm here|with Professor Frazier.

Lieutenant Hip|was making a preliminary contact.

I almost wish that Scaramanga|had a contract on you.

Was Gibson cooperative?

He wanted to bargain for immunity.|Suggested another meeting in Bangkok.

- Why Bangkok?|- I think he worked there for Hai Fat.

That name's come up before.

A multimillionaire.|Head of Hai Fat Enterprises.

All legitimate, as far as we know.

What did Gibson|propose bargaining with?

A solex. Claimed it was 95% efficient.

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