Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

are now in the possession of SPECTRE.
After we have recovered the container and verified its contents,
by arranging for Big Ben to strike
Excuse me for a second.
It's on the bracelet, on your ankle.
If it starts clicking, the bombs are aboard.
Any woman he wants, he'll get
It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds between three and eight carats.
- You know where you can find me. - Mr Bond!
I have satisfied myself that one of you
- You are not like Largo. - Really?
Your breathing equipment.
It's a routine flight. You'll be flying a Vulcan at 45,000 feet,
You let him get the better of you.
Well, gentlemen, unless those bombs are found,
More... more... more... Hold it!
Switch from manual to auto.
And you, Kutze. Are you pleased with your new toys?
Is there a reason besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
It's a good thing the homing capsule he swallowed is still working.
- You go back. I'll take care of Vargas. - James...
- Sorry, my dear. It's all over. - No, it's about your brother.
You fools! He's got you all shooting at each other!
You will then proceed to the Mergui Archipelago to make your drop
For the moment. This sort of thing can't last.
Man the winches!
No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
Our expectations were considerably higher, Number Eleven.
James, Paula's gone.
- There is no-one else! - Exactly. I am Derval.
- But this is the road to Nassau? - Yes.
- Nice to have you back again. - Thank you, my dear.
It's merely a down payment
Nice to have met you, Mr Bond.
Iatitude 20 degrees north,
You never say that as if you meant it.
onto a wreck off Fowley Point!
RAFJET Kilo Kilo Tango 56.
Quick! Launch!
Why, Mr Bond. Of course you can.
Straight ahead.
Strange. I found Emilio attractive...
Would this work with Climate Activists?
Understand, I'm doing this for my brother. For what he did to him.
I hoped you'd not be so obvious.
Yes, it... is extraordinary.
County Police here. Hello? Hello?
Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?
Hey!
Pull!
- What am I supposed to do with this? - Obviously, you... swallow it.
at 2000 hours Greenwich Mean Time on May 27th.
Get the submarine up quickly, and the bombs loaded.
Yes. Some people on the roads really burn you up these days.
How far do you go?
Stop it! Stop it!
And most important...
Help!
A separate pool.
Unless, of course, it's... that mink glove of yours.
Ahoy there! Our motor's conked out.
That's where we'll look for the plane.
There!
He's dead all right. Lippe, you take over.
I know me.
- He asked if we'd sleep aboard tonight. - Interesting.
Excuse me.
Switch on the underwater landing lights.