All language subtitles for Modesty.Blaise.1966.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Thank you.

Read it to me, please.

"Scorpio, not like you to be lazy,

"but today it is an
effort to exert yourself.

"Best to turn your attention
to anything new,

"as this will be a stimulant.

"Don't take a partner for granted."

Here's what I want packed.

The list of my

accessories.

Idiot! That one's at the cleaners.

Modesty.

Modesty.

She is the shadow
on your bedroom wall.

She is the dream you never found.

But then you find
no time to dream at all.

Whenever Modesty's around.

Modesty.

Modesty.

She'll strike you dumb
with just a single glance.

Or just a single glancing blow.

Exactly why she slays so many men.

No man alive will ever know.

Modesty.

Modesty.

She'll turn your head.

Though she might use a judo hold.

And on her shoulders.

A chip made of solid gold.

If you're a master of the underworld.

You'll be accepted in her queue.

She is the perfect mistress of her art.

She is the perfect mistress too.

Modesty.

Modesty.

Modesty Blaise?

Why on earth do we need Modesty Blaise?

We have our very best man on the job.

Dear me. That's bad luck.

No use crying over spilt milk.

The diamonds must be got
through to the sheik.

Hear! Hear!

Hear! Hear!

We've no alternative.
We must have Modesty Blaise.

With your permission, sir,

a massive military maneuver
to impress the enemy.

Hear! Hear!

Hear! Hear!

Fine. You don't even know
who the enemy is.

And if the wrong people heard about it,

the sheik would lose his head.

We'll lose the oil concession.

Tenant, who was that young person
that you suggested'?

The young lady's name, Minister,

is Modesty Blaise.

Use a thief to catch a thief.

You won't be able to persuade her, Tarrant.

She's retired, with a large fortune

and planning to get married.

David will never forgive me for this.

You're fond of him?

He's the sort of man I could marry.

Modesty Blaise,
somebody's private property?

Never.

You appreciate, Miss Blez...

Blaise, sir.

Blaise, that what you are seeing
is top-secret.

That is the kingdom of Casara...

Masara, sir.

Scarcely large enough to be on the map.

About the size of England and Wales.

We turned everything over
to the natives ten...

- Fifteen.
- Fifteen years ago.

Since then, of course,
the place has gone to seed.

The revolution,
led by the sheik's first cousin...

- Second cousin.
- Second cousin.

A man who claims to be a trade unionist.

Right-wing, of course.

That's the sheik himself.

Retired cutthroat called Abu Tahir.

I know him well.

DO you?

What do you want me to do?

For practical purposes,

Abu Tahir is a democrat
and we support him.

In exchange for a small oil concession,

we are sending him a small contribution.

You have very pretty ears.

What sort of contribution?

Fifty thousand pounds in diamonds.

Millions, Minister.

Millions, millions.

Who's trying to stop the shipment?

That is what we want you to find out.

It should be easy for you

with your connections
in the world of crime.

- Adventure, surely.
- Adventure.

If I help you,

you will trust me completely.

You'll give me all the information.

Every bit, of course.

If you deceive me,

I may take your diamonds.

I take my fee in Swiss Francs in advance,

and I want Willie Garvin.

- Who's Willie Garvin?
- No, Modesty.

Who's Willie Garvin?

I won't do it without Willie.

We've already checked on your Willie.

If you're prepared to transport
yourself to South America,

cross two rivers full of alligators,

hack your way through a jungle,

and then seduce a military governor,

well, perhaps.

- Hello.
- Hello, Willie.

Princess.

Don't go away, love.

I am talking to a man who says
you are in South America.

For you, I've just come back.

Doing anything, Willie?

Near nothing as makes no difference.

Let go.

Where is the fire, princess?

Are you free?

As a bird. What makes you think different?

I thought you spoke to someone.

Only to you.

Can you come now?

Now, yesterday, tomorrow.

You name it.

NOW, Willie.

I want you to come now.

'Course. I'm chuffed, princess.

I hate lying about, don't I?

NOW? Why not?

Bye!

I don't know how much
you know about Arab etiquette,

but the one thing to avoid
above all is familiarity.

These chaps are as proud as Lucifer,

and a woman amongst Muslims
has to be particularly careful.

- Wham!
- Bam!

Thank you, ma'am!

- Sir George.
- Sir Gerald.

It is the Muslims who must be
careful with Modesty Blaise.

Apres vous, Sir Gerald.

He is here.

My son Modesty, who is also my daughter.

I might have known you two
would know each other.

Know each other? She is my son.

There must have been
a technical problem or two.

Faith, Sir Gerald, can move mountains.

These are the sons of my body.

Sir Gerald.

Once upon a time,
a little girl comes to Masara,

all bones and eyes,

fierce and proud, like a...

Like a...

Eaglet.

With claws like so.

Too fierce to be a daughter.

He made me his son
and taught me how to fight.

After our country got independence,

a couple of idiot relatives of mine

decided to move in and take over things.

Naturally, I sent for Modesty.

She came like a shot with Willie Garvin.

What a character!

Terrific guy!

We must take you
grouse shooting this autumn.

A little present for you, my son.

For me?

It will help you in your work.

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen!

It's not functional, of course?

No, no, no! Don't, please!

It's pointing directly
at Buckingham Palace!

Come, Modesty.
We'll try the other window.

There's a better view from there.

We're alone.

Modesty,

who is the enemy?

I don't know yet.

There's only one man who would
dare to steal from Abu Tahir.

But Gabriel is dead.

He's home, Mr. McWhirter.

On time, as usual.

McWhirter speaking. McWhirter speaking.

He is home.

He is home.

Dear Clara Fothergill.

Three and four.

One and two

and three and four.

One and two

and three and four!

You may rest.

It's your own fault, Basilio.

You eat too much.

Weakling!

Glad to have you back, Mr. Gabriel.

- How was the trip?
- Tedious.

London was lucrative,

but Scotland remains the bastion
of bonny-bred bluebell boredom.

We were nine for dinner.

A criminologist,

rather overeager,
with a floral tie and dandruff.

We talked about Gabriel.

He said that Gabriel had
the only true criminal mind.

His only motive was malice.

Rather unkind.

Mamma was most amused
and very condescending to me, as usual.

You know, McWhirter, one of these days
I shall have to tell her who I am.

We've got the clown
who tried to betray us.

Betray? We use overdramatic language.

"Gave us away" is quite enough.

Who do you mean, (Brewer?

He arrived air freight from Amsterdam.

COD.

Poor (Brewer.

He suffers quite frightfully from cramp.

How delightful!

Enter Mrs. Fothergill.

Well, it's about time.

How are your tiny ones?

Not in shape, I fear.

Basilio manufactures carbohydrates!

Gabriel, you promised me Crevier.

That clown!

You promised!

You practically promised.

Now, you know I don't understand
a word of your French.

Mrs. Fothergill has been restless
in your absence, sir.

With the full moon, I fear for me life.

Quite without reason, McWhirter.

She wouldn't waste her energies on you.

Have you worked out the latest figures?

The books look just fine at the moment.

Then I should allow a separate
contingency of £50,000.

What for?

Modesty Blaise.

Is she with us?

No, alas.

Against us once again.

The totals for the month
are rather below average.

On the other hand,
the accounts for your trip

are rather disquieting.

For example, sex in June, £30,000.

You've no sense of the true
value of money, McWhirter.

Nevertheless, it all affects
the final balance sheet.

I'm happy to say, on the other hand,

that the total for death in the same period
is only £2, 17 and sixpence.

Crevier not included.

Yet.

You're not concentrating, McWhirter.

Come sit here in this chair.

How did you explain Crevier to the friar?

I told him he was an atomic scientist

caught selling secrets in the public loo,

in the Piazza di Spagna.

Did he believe you?

He said he wasn't born yesterday.

If I may quote Merritt and Sykes...

Must you?

"Faulty financial analysis
is a very common occurrence."

"Where the financial implications
of a project

"have not been fully thought out,

"some items in the investment

"or some of the cash advantages

"may have been omitted."

Carry on, McWhirter.

"Or the financial analysis
may have been performed in a way

"that arbitrarily presents projects
in an unjustifiably attractive

"or unattractive way."

"This is inevitably the consequence
of using crude methods,

"such as the payback."

If you knock down the value
of the diamonds

by another million or two in disposal,

it will leave your profit only...

We're not in this for the money.

Then what, may I ask, are...

Dear Clara.

Have you ever wondered
about Mr. Fothergill?

I am Mr. Fothergill.

This is the tallest building in Amsterdam.

I hope you enjoy your visit.

I'm looking forward to meeting
this Modesty Blaise.

You warned immigration, of course.

Yes. She's not very popular with them.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

What on earth is Modesty Blaise
doing in Rotterdam, Tarrant?

- Amsterdam, Minister.
- Amster... Rotter...

She's a decoy, Minister, a decoy.

Honolulu.

The Maharajah's snuffbox.

Dublin.

Murder.

Well, Tarrant.
Now, what on earth is Modesty Blaise

doing on a canal boat?

Our new man is making contact

through a mysterious third party, Minister.

Does she know that the diamonds
are really on the Tyboria, Tarrant?

No, Minister.

We don't trust her. We merely use her.

"If you deceive me.

"I may take your diamonds."

And in front of you here,
you'll see ships from all over the world.

Tyboria, port of London,

Lisbon, Catania, Beirut.

I'm sorry about the explosion, madam.

It doesn't happen every day.

I don't come every day.

Perhaps you will recommend us
to your friends.

Maybe.

74 Haarlemmerstraat, apartment C.

Tarrant, did you warn Miss Blaise

about pushing doorbells in Amsterdam?

Good heavens!

Pacco.

No.

Willie Garvin?

Thank you.

There you go.

What on earth
is Willie Garvin doing, Tarrant?

Collecting canaries.

Canaries?

Criminal slang, Minister.

Canaries are birds that sing.

- Birds are...
- Never mind. Never mind!

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to introduce

the charming, the beautiful,

Nicole!

Ladies and gentlemen,

now I'm going to introduce to you

the best trick of the 20th century.

- How's it going, love?
- Willie.

Come and tell me later.
I'm at 6 Boomstraat.

Jacquelyn?

That's not bloody funny.

What are you doing here?

No.

It's Modesty Blaise.

Jacquelyn, you're not Modesty Blaise?

I thought you'd be pleased.

After Paris?

We weren't on the same side then.

Are we now?

Paris was a long time ago.

Only three years.

Only?

Three years, two months,

four days, and 25 minutes.

You two-faced, cold-blooded, calculating...

Not cold-blooded, please.

Well, who cares?

Okay, then, Modesty Blaise.

What the hell did you do to the lights?

Nothing. I thought...

Even in our world fuses have been known
to blow from natural causes.

Jacquelyn.

Modesty.

Were you deceiving me
all the time in Paris?

Do you think I can control my heartbeats?

Quite probably.

I ought to strangle you.

Try.

How do you get it off?

So is this bird about to talk?

Canary about to sing, Minister.

Well, Garvin is working
on that assumption.

I hope it is not her swan song.

Very sinister, Minister.

Now, how did you get it on?

How are you sending the diamonds?

By RAF aircraft from Schiphol
at 10:00 tomorrow night.

Sounds like a very good plan.

Rm glad you approve.

Modesty.

Where did you go that last day in Paris

when you said you were
going to Balenciaga?

Christian Dior.

Where did you go that day in Rome

when you told me you were going to Rio?

Buenos Aires.

You're so cruel.

Who does Pacco take his orders from?

I don't know.

A bird.

You're so cruel.

Cruel? I haven't touched you yet.

No.

Fothergill speaking.

Fothergill speaking.

Fothergill speaking.

Fothergill speaking. Fothergill speaking.

Tell Gabriel to get out of bed.

Modesty's in bed with Englishman.

Willie is in bed with Nicole.

What makes you think so?

Gabriel's dead.

Did you see the body?

If you say it's Gabriel, then it's Gabriel.

Woman's intuition.

All I said was "woman's intuition."
What's the matter with that?

Now, stop acting like
a bloody-minded female!

Okay, it was Gabriel! It was Gabriel!

It was Gabriel! It was Gabriel!

It was Gabriel!

Now I'm hungry.

You peasant.

All right. I'll see what I can find.

Modesty Blaise?

- Pacco here.
- Yes.

We have got Modesty Blaise.

Well done.

Five minutes late, Pacco.

You want Garvin?

Are you still under budget?

If you haven't got them both,
you haven't got either.

You're a fool, Pacco.

Come on.

So you'll ask him over'?

You're giving the party.

We catch them

and that Fothergill woman,

catch the fun.

She knows. She always knows.

She's got an instinct for it.

Hello, princess.

I need you here, Willie.

She needs me here and all. Where are you?

Haarlemmerstraat, 74.

Apartment C.

Apartment C.

It can't wait about 15 minutes, can it?

No. Now.

Hey, will you stop that?

Listen, what about tomorrow?

- Not here.
- Where?

I don't know. Anywhere.

The old market.

Doll's House.

Now, listen.

Get Pacco talking, okay?

Twist him around them little pins of yours
and keep him spinning.

Just like you do with me.

Don't let it get cold.

Hello, Garvin.

Are you buying or selling?

I'm giving it away, actually.

Like you'd have to.

Garvin, that car's been over there

for 10 minutes with its engine running.

Garvin.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I say, Garvin, that was a bloody
close shave if you'd been late.

Yeah, well, somebody had to take a chance

and I'm chicken.

Well, that's well-known, isn't it?

Faith, hope, and charity.

The wages of sin.

Well, at least we're keeping her busy.

But you must decide what to do
about Pacco's girl, Nicole.

What have I done to deserve this?

Everyone in my organization behaves
as if she was Mata Hari or something.

He asks for instructions.

It's too expensive.

Is he making the decisions now?

No, Clara.

No.

You know, McWhirter, that woman
has no sense of the value of human life.

Buongiorno, Fidello.

Good morning.

McWhirter,

take a letter to Pacco.

My dear Pacco,

the few of us who are responsible

for the lives of so many,

bear a very heavy burden.

No. Carry a great weight.

A good general weeps

when he is forced to send
his troops into action.

And the tears of the widows...

Widows and orphans.

And the tears of the widows and orphans

are his tears too.

Lost the thread.

- Nicole.
- Yeah.

Send a cable.

Dear Pacco,

if the girl is alive tomorrow night,
you won't be.

That's better, and cheaper too.

A bit crude. Let's start again.

Pacco will understand.

I suppose so.

He reads the comic strips.

No!

Let me see.

It hurts.

Tell Willie...

Gabriel.

Willie, it's Gabriel.

So far, so good.

But no sign of Modesty.

I told her it would be 10:00.

She's not the sort
who can resist temptation.

You should know.

Are you afraid she'd steal
those empty boxes?

Do you ski?

No.

DO you?

No.

G-control. Bravo Foxtrot.

G-control. Bravo Foxtrot.

G-control receiving you.

We are now in jet-stream conditions
at 50,000 feet.

Estimate Beirut,
in two and a half hours' time.

The pilot's got a charming voice.

About 35, I should say, wouldn't you?

Any dependents?

Just a wee minute.

Here we are.

Squadron leader Latham of Woking, Surrey.

I very much fear he is married
with two bairns, 6 and 9.

I was afraid of that.

- Strauss!
- Yes, sir.

- Is rocket base Ladino ready?
- Standing by, sir.

Good.

Yes?

Rocket base Ladino
estimates two minutes, 23 seconds.

Thank you.

McWhirter,

the moment I always dread in these cases.

To light the fuse,

to push the button,

to squeeze the trigger.

Such exquisite torture.

We're all relying on you, sir.

Yes, torture.

Strauss!

Sir.

Tell Ladino rocket base,

90!

Jawohl, sir.

Rocket base Ladino, all systems go.

Do you skate?

Skate?

When I was a child
my parents took me tobogganing.

Hello?

Hello?

Do you hear me?

Hello?

A father of two children,

probably with a split-level house in Woking

and a rubber plant in the lounge.

No.

Why can't they be bachelors?

I'll get that bloody
friar for playing scales

in the middle of the night.

Sets my Presbyterian teeth on edge.

Religious intolerance, McWhirter.

Shouldn't we mourn them
regardless of race or color or creed?

Rocket base Ladino reports
seeing four parachutes open.

How marvelous! Wonderful!

Why four?

Those planes carry four.

Well, I didn't know that.

Tell the friar to play ate deum.

For what shall I tell him
to give thanks for?

For me, of course!

Tyboria.

Lisbon, Catania, Beirut.

Well, I couldn't help it.

Tell me...

When did you discover
that the plane was a blind?

Did it work?

Yes, it did.

They swallowed the bait
and shot down the plane.

I'm afraid it's just a little warm.

I've been watching you, so I trust you.

Where are you going?

Bed.

Modesty, I...

I don't...

I mean...

I can't.

Thank you, Weng. How is everything?

All circuits are go-go.

Very well, miss, thank you.

Sweet. Sweet, isn't he?

Yeah.

"Sorry, darling."

Modesty.

"Sorry, darling," it says here.

"You broke your part of the bargain.

"L now consider myself a free agent.

"Modesty."

She...

She knows, sir.

She knows the diamonds
are on the Tyboria.

Well, we fooled Gabriel and now
we're lumbered with Modesty Blaise.

Heaven protect my pension.

Hello.

Hey.

We wasted a million
on that wretched rocket.

One has to do what is expected of one.

Now we have the advantage of surprise.

They think we're searching
the Alps for wreckage

but the diamonds are here,

in the strong room,
concealed in a crate of porcelain.

Crown Derby to be exact.

SW, from the Tyboria.

From the Tyboria?

Tyboria, Tyboria.

"Tyboria departed 1520 hours Lisbon. Stop.

"Modesty Blaise and Willie Garvin

"overflew 1600 hours approx. Stop."

Silly dilettante.

I figure it this way, princess.

Gabriel's got it figured

so I figure all we got to do

is stay close to Gabriel.

Leave the figuring to me, Willie.

You might hurt yourself.

Oleg.

Can it be that this egg is fertilized?

I thought so. Take it away, Enrico.

You have it, McWhirter.

I'm sure you'd hate to see it wasted.

Fothergill calling.

Fothergill calling.

Fothergill calling. Fothergill calling.

What is that woman up to now?

The diving tests for Basilio and Borg.

Yes, Mrs. Fothergill?

Basilio's back.

He is carrying on like
a baby, but he's back.

And Borg?

He is down now.

That one.

No, no. That one.

Decisions, decisions.

Both!

Sir, Borg has a weak heart
and Mrs. Fothergill...

I can't bear to hear them screaming.

It's a proved fact that
lobsters feel no pain.

It's just wind escaping.

Don't be revolting.

Fothergill calling.

Yes, Mrs. Fothergill?

Borg has failed.

How can I eat lobster

when the lobsters are eating Borg?

I shall never forgive myself.

Take it away, Enrico.

We can't do it without Borg.

Well, there are two other men
that I would trust

to crack that strong room.

Yourself, of course.

Myself

and Willie Garvin.

Here. We now have been through
some scrapes together, have we?

Funny how we always survived, isn't it?

Survived each other?

Well, we shared the fights.

But never shared the nights.

Perhaps we should have.

We could have.

At Covent Garden, il trovatore.

We were shot at in the stalls.

They all believed it was in the story.

And we took nine curtain calls.

Perhaps eight would have been enough.

We've shared the thrills.

We've even shared the kills.

But such a perfect pair.

Should surely share a bedroom.

You know, it's cheaper too.

It ain't.

The other summer in Arizona.

I was sentenced to the chair.

But they didn't realize I knew the owner.

Of the power station there.

We've bombed and mined
but never intertwined.

We were crazy.

You know.

I was lazy

I know.

Yes, we should've, and we could've.

Perhaps we can.

If Gabriel doesn't attack us soon

we'll have to have lunch.

That's what you really want, isn't it?

Always the grubstakes.

Hello.

Here! That constitutes very flash behavior.

Should we have a laugh?

We're laughing.

Need a smoke, any rate.

They're set for 10 minutes.

Oh, no. Not you!

How the devil did you
get a passport, Garvin?

Just because I'm working-class?

Lower-class you mean, surely.

- Where are you taking us?
- London.

Paul, darling.

Jacquelyn, darling.

Let us go, and we'll lead you to Gabriel.

We've played the truth game.
Now we're going to play consequences.

Come along.

Willie, we've got to be more conspicuous.

Do you mean really flash?

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

I'm beginning to think he doesn't want us.

Shall we give up?

Home to bed? Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

- Why not?
- Why not?

Miss Blaise, I prefer you blond
as you are now.

Who is it?

An admirer.

Weren't you expecting me to call?

You've taken your time.

Where are you?

On the pretty little white boat
below your window.

It's not mine, of course. Mamma's.

Much better.

I offer you a flag of truce

and a delicious breakfast.

If you have a good champagne.

Excellent.

I suppose you'll want to change.

I'll send my launch for
you in half an hour.

An hour.

An hour?

An hour.

Eggs?

Not Dutch.

Everything.

To Modesty Blaise.

Gabriel.

You know, it's been a long time.

1958.

Very well, Oleg. You can leave us.

You know.

I think I prefer you

dark.

As you like.

The royal box at Ascot,

picking pockets.

One has to start somewhere, you know.

Your first mistake.

My last.

You really are very beautiful.

I haven't been dead for two years.

Very good for one's image.

The payroll of the Turkish fleet.

Marvelous.

Your Brussels job, superb.

Two Botticellis and one Grandma Moses.

One Botticelli,

two Grandma Moses.

We really should be partners, you know.

If I gave the orders.

Suffragette.

Psychopath.

We are under a flag of truce, remember?

Now, then, about the diamonds.

About breakfast.

I have a plan.

I have Willie Garvin.

And you're also working
for Her Majesty's government.

Your second mistake.

I get my information my own way.

Naturally.

Which is why we should be partners.

And, as partners, you can trust me.

Not so hard, Mrs. Fothergill, not so hard.

Lady. Lady.

Miss Blaise.

How are you feeling?

Do sit down.

Headache?

I'm so sorry.

May I present Miss World.

I'm sorry, princess.

I was on the job.

Working overtime.

Where are you taking me?

You're on board the Andronicus

bound from Bizerte to Dubrovnik

with a cargo of fruit and nuts.

He's a fruit merchant, see.

He is a nut.

That's enough of that.

Your Mr. Garvin is going to help us.

Otherwise.

I really can't say it.
It's just pure melodrama.

I'm not fussy. I will say it for you.

Oh, please, no.

If he doesn't, you will be killed.

Who's the bird with the beady eyes?

You've got three hours to master the job.

Rehearsals start in five minutes.

Search her thoroughly.

Your clothes have been searched.
Give me your watch.

All right. Take that Off.

There's your belt back.

Pretty, but harmless.

That's all very well

but woolen knickers to the knees

are better for your health.

Scorpio.

There is a sting in my tail.

Enrico, have those vetted.

Hey, love. Thanks.

We'll keep her little arsenal.

She can have those back.

Oh, no!

Yes! Everything's delightfully normal.

The rattle of coffee cups,
the tinkle of music.

No sign of Modesty.

Then she's somewhere below.

Found that registration?

Registered owner is a Greek.

Inevitably. What's his name?

Callimanedis.

And flying the Panamanian flag
so that we can't board her.

Take a look at that chap with the
bald head, pouring out the coffee.

Gabriel?

Most probably.

Hello.

The Tyboria.

Right on time.

The plot thickens.

Cigarette?

We better get cracking.

Gabriel's design?

He's building another one for outer space,
just in case.

Ready?

Ready!

Go!

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

the dark, unfathomed caves
of an ocean bear.

Your anti-sonic device?

- Japowski.
- The best.

Your guidance system?

Burroughs concealed in a crate of jade.

Shipped by you.

Now transmitting
to the submarine capsule.

They should be in touch with
the Tyboria just about now.

They should be dropping the pilot.

Our first contact is magnetic.

Not strong enough.

It will hold them till they drop the pilot.

- The pilot boat.
- The pilot boat.

The Jacob's Ladder is down.

In my opinion,
you cut this possibly too fine.

I've given them the tools.
They must finish the job.

Their screw's turning.

How's your drink?

How's Willie?

I'm in, darling.

I just hope it's the right ship.

He's in the alleyway
between the water tanks.

How is the timing?

Exact!

Remember your promise.

When we get home.

No. Now, you said, at sea

a death on the ocean wave.

You must learn to sip your pleasures,
Mrs. Fothergill.

Don't gulp them all down at one go!

Hello, Captain.

There's a small cargo ship, the Andronicus,

flying an Iberian flag.

She's been standing off a mile
from us on a parallel course.

Andronicus?

Andronicus?

Captain, get the covers off the guns

and, Captain,
check on that strong room again.

"Fragile.

"Porcelain."

Yes.

All present and correct, intact.

What's that?

Looks like a fish.

I'm an idiot!

They're not on that yacht.
They're on that bloody cargo boat.

I'm not a desiccated calculating machine

like you, McWhirter.

Nor yet a roaring psychopath,
like you, dear lady.

I am the villain of the piece

and I have to condemn you to death.

But I am the heroine.

Don't I get away?

Perhaps.

Convey Mr. Garvin to the tower.

And take Modesty to the cell
which I have prepared for her.

Yes.

This is the way out.

On what terms?

Mine.

My island,

my kingdom.

Join me, Modesty.
We're a match for each other.

To destroy you would be
like destroying myself,

but together, we could inherit the earth.

The terms.

We share the diamonds
and you eliminate Garvin.

I'll eliminate Mrs. Fothergill.

McWhirter, tell Mrs. Fothergill

to meet me on the Angel Terrace
in one hour's time.

You come too, and bring your ledgers.

You're nice.

I'm sorry we had to stop.

Splat.

Princess!

Kick the bucket!

Chilean pesos are no use in Calcutta.

We shall have to use Vladivostok.

It would mean a loss of three...

Three million,

which would be quite unnecessary.

I entirely agree.

Callimanedis sent us a bill
for dilapidations to his yacht.

Ignore it. What does he expect for $10,000?

What is that woman up to?

Basilio, Oleg, Strauss!

Garvin and Blaise have escaped!

Alec!

The diamonds.

Come on, you idiot!

After you, sir.

We've had it, princess!

The moment of truth!

Yeah! This is it.

Been nice working with you, pea.

You know, Willie, we should have.

Yeah, I suppose we should.

I don't know, though.

What?

Well, I mean...

It's sort of less common
this way, isn't it?

Here. Give us a kiss, princess.

Modesty Blaise!

Look, Willie!

Modesty Blaise!

Here comes the sheik now.
His banner's flying.

We've got Gabriel on the run.

We will be lovebirds and give up spying.

When this battle has been won.

Modesty Blaise!

Just you and me.

A cottage by the sea.

With roses around the door.

And babies on the floor, dear.

We'll take a dream boat.

And sail away now.

To the land of sweet romance.

Just me and you, a quiet place.

Modesty Blaise!

We'll have a donkey in the stable.

For peaceful donkey rides.

I light the candles on the table.

By a cozy fireside.

Just you and I...

Stop wasting it!

Get down there. Go on.

And on the sand.

We'll wander hand in hand.

We will get married.

In the chapel.

You'll give me a wedding ring.

At eventide, we'll wander side by side.

All alone now.

On our own now.

Yes, we should do
And we could do.

Now we can.

Put it down. Don't point.

It's rude.

Tarrant speaking.

- Tarrant?
- Minister?

- Tarrant.
- Minister, we've done it.

Mission accomplished.

- Well done.
- Thank you, sir.

Sir.

Your third mistake.

Champagne.

Champagne.

Champagne.

Champagne.

Champagne.

No! No! No!

McWhirter, my God,
I thought you were mother.

What can I do for you, my son?

Nothing.

You can ask for anything.

Anything?

Anything.

The diamonds.