The Spy Who Loved Me Page #3

When one is in Egypt, one should

delve deeply into its treasures.

Mr Bond.

Yes. I'm sorry. The door was open.

Mr Fekkesh is expecting me.

I phoned him.

He asked me to give you a message.

He will be a little late.

May I ask where he is?

Mr Fekkesh asked me to entertain you

while you are waiting.

Really?

Where is Fekkesh?

- You are very suspicious, Mr Bond.

- I find I live much longer that way.

Now, where is he?

If there's anything you would like...

Anything at all...

I had lunch, but...

I seem to have missed dessert.

As urgent as my appointment is,

I'd hate him to walk in and surprise us.

There is no danger of that.

- He's gonna be some time, then, is he?

- Mm-hm.

Is he meeting someone?

I'm sorry. I cannot answer that question.

I think you can.

No!

Where's Fekkesh?

- Where's Fekkesh?

- Pyramids.

Agh!

What a helpful chap.

You have come tonight

to the most fabulous

and celebrated place in the world.

Here on the plateau of Giza

stands for ever the mightiest

of human achievements.

No traveller, emperor, merchant or poet

has trodden on these sands

and not gasped in awe.

The curtain of night is about to rise

and disclose the stage on which

the drama of a civilisation took place.

Those involved have been present

since the dawn of history,

pitched stubbornly

against sand and wind.

And the voice of the desert

has crossed the centuries.

Excuse me, Major.

I'll be back in a moment.

With each new dawn, I see the sun god

rise on the far bank of the Nile.

I am the faithful warden

at the foot of his Lord,

so faithful, so vigilant,

so near him

that he gave me his face for my own.

I am a Pharaoh's companion,

and I am he, the Pharaoh.

This is the tomb of Cheops,

Pharaoh of the fourth dynasty

4,500 years ago.

Here is the great pyramid which he built

to defend himself against death.

Here in the depths of this tomb

a servant of the king awaits the call

to set out upon his journey into eternity.

Death lies waiting.

- Where is Fekkesh?

- With the Pharaohs.

- You killed him.

- No, he was dead when I found him.

Hope you enjoyed the show. Good night.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Welcome to the Mujaba Club.

Buy you a drink, Major Amasova?

Or may I call you Triple X?

So you know who I am.

You made quite an impression.

I'm sorry about Ivan and Boris.

- They exceeded their orders.

- Good staff is hard to find these days.

- Yes, sir?

- The lady'll have a Bacardi on the rocks.

For the gentleman,

vodka martini, shaken not stirred.

Touch.

Commander James Bond,

recruited to the British

Secret Service from the Royal Navy.

Licensed to kill,

and has done so on numerous occasions.

Many lady friends, but married only once.

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