All language subtitles for Never.Say.Never.Again.1983.BDRip.1080p.DUAL.LAT.ENG.ENG-SUB-QUANTRIP_track5_[eng]

You walk in a room

A woman can feeI the heat

One look is a guarantee

Nights could be
long and sweet

The message is clear

Like nothing l've ever known

But from aII that l hear

Forget about long-range plans

'Cause this man's got his own

To get mixed up with

A man who says never

May be big trouble, but then

l just could be
the woman to take you

And make you
never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

You've got all the moves

No matter your attitude
or your mood

l'll come through

The touch of your voice

The feel of your eyes on me

You Ieave me no choice

Though l know
there's danger there

l don't care, let it be

To get in bed with

A man who says never

May have no future, but then

l just could be
the woman to reach you

And teach you to
never say never again

l'll beg you
l'll get you

l'll reach you
l'll teach you

l'll take you
l'll make you

One minute,
47 seconds, sir.

Not too shabby, sir.

But dead, 007. Dead!

You should have studied
the plot more carefully.

Fanatical revolutionaries
kidnap a millionaire's
daughter

and hold her captive
for eight weeks.

Of course she could
have been brainwashed.

Could have turned.

Evidently she did.

With due respect, sir,

I played your war games
for two weeks and I
only got killed once.

Twice.

You've forgotten
the land mine on
the Black Sea beach.

Correction, sir.
I lost both legs.
I did not die.

You were immobilized.

It can never be the same
playing with blanks.

It is somewhat
different in the field.

With your life
on the line, you...

Well, your adrenaline
gives you an edge.

But is your edge
sharp enough?

That's the difference
between a double-0
and a corpse.

Since you took over, sir,
you've had little use
for the double-0's.

I've spent most of my time
teaching, not doing.

I'll make you no secret.

I hold your methods in much
less regard than my
illustrious predecessor did.

But my duty is to
keep you up to par.

Too many free radicals,
that's your problem.

Free radicals, sir?

Yeah, they're toxins
that destroy the body
and the brain.

Caused by eating
too much red meat
and white bread

and too many dry martinis.

Then I shall cut out
the white bread, sir.

You'll do more
than that, 007.

From now on, you will be
suffering a strict regimen
of diet and exercise.

We shall purge
those toxins from you.

Shrublands?
You've got it.

Have you got an
assignment, James?

Yes. Yes, Moneypenny.

I'm to eliminate
all free radicals.

Oh!

Do be careful.

Come on, now.
Keep up with me.

Welcome to Shrublands, sir.

Thank you.

My word.
They don't make them
like this anymore.

You're right.

It's still in
pretty good shape.

This way, sir.

Your body's got
enough scar tissue
for an entire regiment.

Right. But it's still
in pretty good shape.

We'll be the judge
of that, Mr. Bond.

Our job is not just
to rehabilitate you.
It's to re-educate you.

I want to open your mind
to the virtues of nutrition,
proper exercise, meditation,

and, hopefully,
spiritual enlightenment.

I'd like you to see
the iridologist at 4:00,
have a colonic at 5:00,

and then you can cut along
to the light-dining room

and have a refreshing
cup of parsley tea.

Mr. Bond, I need
a urine sample.

If you could fill
this beaker for me.

From here?

Box 274 and quickly,
please.

We have invested extensively

in the Middle East
and Central America

to promote insurgency
and revolution.

Fortunately, our
capital outlay has been
handsomely offset

by the resultant sales
of armaments and missiles.

You will note that we have
supplied both rebels
and government forces

on an equal basis.

In matters of death,
SPECTRE is strictly impartial.

Now for the future.

SPECTRE's most audacious
enterprise of any,

next to which
our previous ventures
are inconsequential.

Our esteemed Number One
is in complete charge of
the entire operation,

which will henceforth
be called
"The Tears of Allah."

He will now join us.

According to plans,
an American Air Force officer

has been introduced to
a cruel mistress, heroin.

I understand he is
now our willing and
obedient servant.

A surgical operation has
been performed on him.

As a resuIt of
a corneal implant,

his right eye print is
now an exact replica

of that of the President
of the United States.

He wiII soon be moved
to a convaIescent
cIinic near London.

l have chosen Number 12
to have the responsibility

of taking the most
tender loving care of
Captain Jack Petachi.

I beg your pardon.

Is there no
speed limit here?

She's not staff.
She must be one of
those private nurses.

My name is Bond.

You're Mr. Bond.
I believe I'm having
you in half an hour.

Splendid!
Your room or mine?

Mine.

That's it. Okay, now
just move back on
the couch for me, please.

That's it. Right.
Now, let's have this
arm on the shoulder.

This one...
No, underneath there.
That's good.

Okay, now just relax.

Yes, there are slight
lesions of the
thoracic vertebrae.

Now, just hold still.

Yes. Some sacroiliac
strain at the base
of the spine.

You know, there is a
more beneficial therapy
for a man's lower back.

Oh, really?
And what might that be?

I thought I'd
surprise you, James.

Well, you have. Come in.

No, no, no, no.
I can't come in.

You know if they
found me here they'd
fire me on the spot.

I won't let anyone
find you. Don't worry.

I have my reputation
to think of.

I don't think you got your
reputation by living on
a diet of wild rice.

So, lentil delight.
Dandelion salad.

Goat's cheese.

Beluga caviar.
Quail's eggs. Vodka.

Foie gras.

Strasbourg.

During question
time in the House of
Commons today,

the minister said that,
in his view,

IocaI authorities shouId
be given far wider...

Jack's been smoking again!

Jack was ordered
not to smoke.

Smoking is dirty.

It gets into Jack's eye.

Jack must do as he's told
if he wants his fast cars
and his pretty clothes.

And if he wants to
keep his sister alive,
he's got to...

You leave Domino
out of this!

James?

Get up!

Now let's just
take a look, shall we?

Very good.

With a contact lens,
both eyes will look
exactly the same.

Now, darling must do
his little trickie
in eight seconds.

Then nursie will
give baby his candy.

P-3-4-1.

Come on, Jack.

Oh, damn.

Try it again, darling!

Who's that?
A man!

At the window!

Don't move.

Did he see you?

I don't know.

I guess he could have.

Do you know him?

Oh, yes. 007.

Good morning, Mr. Bond.
Good morning.

Miss Fearing tells me
you're making fine progress.

Oh, yes.

But I must say,
you're looking a bit
peaked this morning.

I was up all night.

Don't overdo it.

A herbal enema
should fix you up.

Thank you.

Sounds terrific.

I'll be done in a minute.

Heavy, Mr. Bond?

Let's try again.

You lunatics.

I send you to a health farm
to get yourself in shape.

Instead you demolish it.

I've had to notify the
local police, pull out
the special branch,

get the minister
to muzzle the press

and allocate
a sizeable chunk
of my meager budget

to renovating
the establishment!

A man did try
to kill me, sir.

No, caught you seducing
his wife, did he?

No, sir, not at all.

But in fact,
I lost four pounds,

and God knows how
many free radicals.

That is the kind of
attitude that tempts me
to suspend you, 007!

Now, this test
is to assess distance
and accuracy

of cruise-missile release
from the support country.

Now, these ALCMs with
dummy warheads will go
from terrain following,

to inertial guidance,
over water, toward the target.

We hope.

Stand by.

Countdown is go
for dummy warhead
loading and B-1 flight.

Let's hope we never have
to use the real thing.
Good Iuck.

All right, men. This is it.
Let's make it a good one.

1-0-1, Depot One.

Mr. President,
please stand by

while authority for this
procedure is confirmed
by eye-print check.

lf confirmation is not
authenticated within
eight seconds,

the base wiII be seaIed.

Eight, seven, six, five...

Come on.
...four, three, two...

Come on.

...one. Thank you.

Presidential authority
is confirmed for change
of test procedure.

Dummy warheads
will be replaced by W80
thermonucIear device.

Have a nice day.

Jack!

Bravo!

Oh, no! No!

Oh!

My poor angel.
My sweet baby.

Mr. Kovacs,
how much longer?

They're coming.
They're almost in range.

Range safety
officer to base. AIert.

Radar confirms both missiIes
on descent trajectory. Repeat.

What the hell's
going on here?

They've got maximum thrust,
but they're still going down.

About to cross
minimum cruise height.

Descending below
minimum cruise height.

Damn!
We've lost them.

We've got them.

Well, Kovacs?

The fish are netted.

Put them on ice.

I am supreme
commander of SPECTRE,

the Special Executive

for Counterintelligence,

Terrorism, Revenge
and Extortion.

Yesterday morning,

the American Air Force
Iaunched two cruise missiIes

from Swadley airbase
in Great Britain.

Through the ingenuity
of SPECTRE, the dummy
warheads they carried

were replaced with
Iive nucIear warheads.

Your weapons of
destruction are now
safely in our possession

and wiII be moved to
two secret targets.

PIease note the seriaI
numbers of the missiIes.

They will confirm the truth.

Your weapons of
deterrence did not deter
us from our objective.

A terrible catastrophe
now confronts you.

However, it can be avoided
by paying a tribute
to our organization,

amounting to 25%. of your
respective countries'
annual oil purchases.

We have accomplished
two of the functions

that the name
SPECTRE embodies,
terror and extortion.

lf our demands are not
met within seven days,

we shall ruthlessly
apply the third, revenge.

That would be
$25 billion a year!

M: Order, gentlemen,
please. Order!

These demands
would destabilize
the monetary system!

I call this meeting
to order!

The foreign secretary
wishes to address you!
Lord Ambrose.

Gentlemen, we are faced
with the ultimate nightmare,

the abduction of
nuclear warheads.

But how is this possible?

Up to this point,
our fail-safe procedures
relating to nuclear hardware

have been
absolutely foolproof.

I hope the American
government realizes

its awesome responsibility
in this matter.

NATO has a joint
responsibility to solve
this problem, gentlemen.

But if this gets out,
it will cause
worldwide panic.

How well has
this information
been contained?

Apart from those
present in this room,

the information resides
only with the CIA and
British Intelligence.

Wonderful. That means
by now it's all
over the Kremlin.

I know your feelings, M,
but I insist you
reactivate the double-0's.

As you wish, sir.

Maximilian Largo,
born Bucharest, 1945.

lndustriaIist
and philanthropist.

Resident Nassau, Bahamas.
No known
criminaI activities...

Here you are.

You still here, Moneypenny?
You should be in bed.

James,
we both should be.

Instead I'm looking
everywhere for you.

Forget that.

M wants to see you right now.
It's panic stations upstairs.

He's been with the
Prime Minister all day.

I think you're back
in business, James.

Welcome home.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Morning.
Morning.

The latest reports?
Everything okay?

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Charles.

In absolute secrecy,
the Americans are trying
to trace the missile

that's on their
eastern seaboard.

The other allegedly
threatens the oilfields
of the Middle East.

How well protected
are they from the air?

Everyone's collaborating.
The Americans, NATO,
the Japanese.

They're putting up an
air screen a mosquito
couldn't get through.

Our concern is that
the warhead may
already be in position.

The worst devastation
would result from a
subterranean explosion.

You see, the oil-bearing
strata in the area,

interconnected by
a surprisingly
delicate structure...

It would be a sort
of ripple effect.

What's the Americans' story
on how the damn
things were stolen?

The release of ALCMs
has to come from
the President himself.

Even that has safeguards.

It can only be
authorized after a scan
of his right eye.

The only irregularity
they've discovered is that
a communications officer

unofficially left the base
at the time of the launch.

A certain
Captain Jack Petachi.

If this Petachi
was involved,

is it conceivable
that he could have
used a false eye?

Do come along, Bond.

Let's think of a more
logical explanation,
shall we?

Okay, let's run
through that routine we were
working on yesterday...

It'll make you strong.

There.

Let's go again.

Okay.

Four, five, six, seven, down.

Come on, now.

Max!

As usual, I have
left you alone too long.
I know.

But I brought you a gift.

I don't want
any more gifts.

I just want you.
That's all I want.

I know, but this
is different.

Look.
Max.

Look.

What is it?

It's very old.

What's the inscription?

Arabic. The Tears of Allah.

The story is that the
Prophet wept for the
barrenness of the desert,

and his tears made a well.

It's a legend, of course,
but like all great legends,

it is also the truth.

It is the most
valuable thing

I have ever possessed.
Except you.

And you trust me
to wear it?

A safer place than
around your neck,
I couldn't imagine.

And what if I
ever leave you?

No, really!

Then I cut your throat.

Nice to know
even old Q can surprise

one of you double-0's
occasionally.

Algernon.

Not quite perfected yet.

You could write
a very binding
contract with this.

Yeah, I wish I had
a new contract.

They've slashed
my budget, you see.

You can't get
the spare parts.

And when you can, there's
usually some strike
that stops delivery.

And look at this place.
They keep it bloody
freezing down here.

Plays havoc with my sinuses.

We're both humble servants
of the Crown, Algy.

If the CIA made me an offer,
I'd be off like a shot.

Unlimited resources,
air conditioning,

28 flavors of ice cream
in the restaurant.

It's a motorbike toy.

If I can get the thing
to work properly,
I'll ship it out to you.

Wait a minute. I've got
something in here
that could be useful.

The prototype came
from a KGB defector.

Bit of a whiz kid in
their technical section.

Not a bad chap, though
like all defectors,
prone to melancholy.

I suppose it's all that
vodka and English weather.

Rather tasty, this is.
It looks like a watch,
but it's really a laser.

Keeps perfect time.

But for how long?

At least your lifetime.

Good to see you, Mr. Bond.

Things have been
awfully dull round here.

Bureaucrats running
the old place, everything
done by the book.

Can't make a decision
unless the computer
gives you the go-ahead.

Now you're on this,

I hope we're going to
have some gratuitous
sex and violence.

I certainly hope so, too.
What is this for?

I'll show you.

You unscrew it,
then stick it up your nose.

It's for my sinus.

Well, I won't need one
of these where I'm going.

Where's that?

Or are you not
allowed to say?

The Bahamas.

Lucky bloody you!

Sorry.

That's perfectly all right.

What are you
hoping to catch?

Something about 6'2",
190 pounds, with brown eyes.

Well, why bother
going to sea?

Let me help you.

Mr. Bond!

I say, Mr. Bond!

Catch you later,
perhaps.

Right.

Nigel Small-Fawcett,
British embassy, Nassau.

How do you do, Nigel?

Sorry I'm late.

But as you're one of
these undercover johnnies,

I took the precaution
of not being followed.

And that's why you shouted
my name across the harbor?

Oh, God, did l?
I'm sorry.

Damn. Damn!

Sorry. I'm rather
new to all this.

What's the score with Largo?

He's highly visible
in these parts.

Enormously wealthy.
Owns the biggest boat
in the Caribbean.

Spends a lot of
his time at a place
called Bluebeard Reef.

Marine archeology,
I gather.

You've met him?

Oh, yes. He's charming.

I mean, foreign,
but charming nonetheless.

He donates a lot of
money to worthy causes.

He built a maritime museum
and a new wing
for the orphanage.

I'm sure he's very
kind to his mother.

Don't know his mother.

You're not going
to make any trouble,
are you, Mr. Bond?

Let's face it,
your reputation
has preceded you.

Do I look like the sort
of man who would make trouble?

Well, yes, frankly.

And you're going
to jeopardize
the tourist trade

if you start going
around killing people.

Nigel, please.
Just go back to your desk.

Find out where Largo's boat
is at the moment.

Call me later.
I'll be at my hotel.

Jolly good. I'll get
onto that at once.

And take full advantage
of the natural cover.

Is this the Flying Saucer?

Yeah.
It sailed this morning.

How reckless of me.
I made you all wet.

Yes, but my
martini's still dry.
My name's James.

Hello, James.
I'm Fatima Blush.

You ski very well.

I do many
things very well.

I'm sure you do.

What brings you
to Nassau, James?

I'm fishing.

For what?

Anything I can get.

I know the best waters.

I'd be very happy
to show them to you.

Now, why would
you want to do that?

I'd like you to find
what you're looking for.

I'm all yours.

Yes?

James, would you
come down please?

Right away.

I think this should take
care of you perfectly.

I'm sure it will.

You're marvelously
well-equipped.

Thank you, James.

So are you.

Thank you.

What exactly are
we going down for?

Sport and a little fun.

You appear tense.

You affect me, James.

Well, that's bad.

Going down, one should
always be relaxed.

Is it far to the reef?

It's far enough.

We've got time to kill.

Whoa!

It's you.

Well, you did say
you'd catch me later.

Oh, my God.

623 and...

728.

728.

Here you are.
No messages.

Hello?

Mr. Bond, l've
finally tracked you down.

Small-Fawcett here.

I hope I haven't caught you
at an awkward moment.

No, not at all.
Just be brief.

I don't have too much time.

Just want you to know
that l'm on top of things.

I've found out that Largo's
boat is en route for
the south of France.

Well done.

lt was nothing, really.

If you're free tomorrow,
why don't we go snorkeling?

Sounds a wonderful idea.

Jolly good, Bond!

Because l was wanting
to discuss with you...

What's that?

Mr. Bond?

Proof that we made
the right decision.

About what, darling?

Your place or mine.

I found a villa for us
just where you wanted.
It's perfect.

The Flying Saucer is
anchored in the bay below.

And Q sent this.

Thank you.

Catch!
Get down!

Felix.
Not bad.

Not bad at all.
Nothing wrong
with your reflexes.

How you doing, buddy?

What the hell
are you doing here?

CIA sent me to ride
shotgun with you.

326.
How do you do?

Excuse my inexperience.
Nicole.

I'm Felix Leiter.
Enchanté.

Thank you.
My car is right there.

I ran some checks
in the Langley computer.

Anything on Largo?

No, he's squeaky clean.

I must say, for once,
your hunch was wrong, buddy.

Algernon, right?
Yes.

I had the first
one of those things,
and it blew up in my face.

A motorbike came
for you from England.
Here's the papers.

What are you gonna
do with this bike?

I won't know
until I test it.

It's gonna be
your ass, James.

Thank you.

Felix?

Yeah.

Forget the soup.

Feast your eyes on that.

What've you got here, James?

That's Largo's lady.

Her name is Domino.
Domino Petachi.

Petachi.
The Air Force officer
killed in that car crash.

Jack Petachi.

That's right.
He was her brother.

Well,
there's the man himself.

If he's got the bombs,
do you think he'd have
them on his yacht?

Unlikely.
But get some scuba gear.

We'll check her out.

Right.

Mmm.

Welcome to
the Centre de Ia Santé.

I hope you enjoy
our facilities.

Do you serve men here?

But of course.

Some men more than others.

Miss Petachi. No one
told me you were here.
I am sorry.

You speak English, yes?

Yes. Quite well, in fact.

Now, hard or soft massage?

Hard, please.

Well, perhaps we should
begin with your back.

I don't believe
we've seen you
around here before.

No, I was on a boat.

And what boat
would that be?

The Flying Saucer.

Mr. Largo's boat.

Yes. Do you know Mr. Largo?

I know of him.

I know he owns
many beautiful things.

Yes, he's a very
generous man, Mr. Largo.

I'm sure he is.

He's giving a charity ball
tonight at the casino,
for children.

What a worthy cause.

Perhaps I should attend.

I'd really like
to ask you. I would.

But I'm afraid the guest list
is very restricted. I'm sorry.

C'est Ia vie.

C'est Ia vie?

Such is life.

Such is life.

That feels so good.

Certainly does.

Excuse me?

It certainly does need it.

You have slight lesions
in the upper vertebrae.

Could you go
a little lower,
please?

Lower?

Yes, please.

Please.

Right there.

That feels so good.

I am sorry, mademoiselle.
We are so very busy today.

Where'd the masseur go?

Who?

The man, the...

The man I pass?
He does not work here.

They'll never let you in.
I'd better wait for you.

No, Nicole.
You go back to the villa.

Find that villa.

Wait a minute! You there!

I shouldn't have the fish.

You must have an unreasonable
fear of gatecrashers to
carry this heavy artillery.

This bomb has a tiny
gyroscope inside.

Any lateral movement
on your part

and you could be
served in an egg cup.

If you understand what's being
explained to you, nod gently.

Good boy. Stay.

Hello again. I do owe
you an explanation.

My name is Bond.
James Bond.

May I offer you a drink?

Hard or soft?

Soft.

I'll have a double
Bloody Mary with plenty
of Worcestershire sauce.

Hate to think what
you mean by hard.

Vodka on the rocks for me.

I think you
have lost her.

Can you actually
imagine that I could
lose a woman

to a underpaid
British agent?

Yeah?

Yeah.

And I warn you, if he's
not executed at once,

he'll have your
Domino turned over.

Is it possible that you
have bungled your attempts

because you want
him for yourself?

Maximilian.
Hmm?

Why torture yourself
over that kind of woman?

Maybe one day
you'll have to
kill her, Fatima.

Your sense of humor
is delicious.

What's your brother
up to these days?

He's on his way here.
I can't wait to see him.

How do you know my brother?

Hello!

You must be
Mr. James Bond,
right?

Monsieur Largo.

Yes, right.
Are you a man
who enjoys games?

Depends with
whom I'm playing.

Yeah. Shall we? Join us.

These are my friends.
They honored me by coming
from all over the world

to lose their money
for my favorite charity.

And what might that be?

Children. Orphan children.

So, here we are.

The game is called Domination.
I designed it myself.

But my problem is
I've never yet found
a worthy adversary.

No doubt I shall
disappoint you, too.

We'll see.

Darling?

This game has
one objective, power.

We will be fighting
for countries, chosen at
random by the machine.

But for this demonstration,
I will choose France.

Target areas will
light up on the map.

Whoever hits them first
with his laser beam
will score a point.

But there is
another way to win.

With your left hand,
you control two
nuclear missiles.

With your right hand,
you control a shield
to block my missiles.

But if you fail...
Boom, I win the game.

You will be red.
I will be blue.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Begin.

Thank you, gentlemen.

EternaI battIe
for the domination
of the world begins.

We play for dollars.

Random target selection,
Spain.

Value $9,000.

Play.

Blue wins $9,000.

Gave me a shock.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

Unlike armchair generals,
we will share the pain
of our soldiers

in the form of
electric shocks.

One last point,

if you let go
of the controls,
you forfeit the game.

As you were unaware of this,
we will begin again.

Reset. Thank you.

Random target selection,
Japan.

Value, $16,000.

Play.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Blue wins $16,000.

A lucky move on my part.
Perhaps I didn't explain.

As the stakes increase,
so does the level of pain.

Rather like life.
We continue?

Of course.

Good.

EternaI battIe
for the domination of
the world begins.

Random target selection,
the United States.

Value, $42,000. Play.

Red pain level at 50%..

Danger level.
Repeat. Danger level.

60%.

65%.

Red pain level, 80%..
Danger. Danger.

Danger.

Domino.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

Fine.

You lost $58,000.

It goes, of course,
to my charity.

I think it's better
if we don't continue.

Can we play one more game
for the rest of the world?

Win or lose?

You know what
that could mean?

Yes.

Good.

Best of luck.

You, too.

Final game.
Remaining countries
of the worId.

Value, $325,000.

Play.

Blue missile destroyed.
Blue pain level, 50%..

Danger level.
Repeat. Danger level.

Second bIue
missile destroyed.

Blue pain level,
55%.. Danger.

Max.

65%.

Blue pain level, 70%..

Pain level at 80%.
Max.

85%.. Danger. Danger.

Max.
Danger.

Excuse me.

It seems
I underestimated you.

$267,000.

I'll settle for one
dance with Domino.

So...

Do you lose as gracefully
as you win?

I wouldn't know.
I've never lost.

This game has been played

and I have lost.
That's it.

He's never gone
this far before.

He's certifiable.

A tango, yes?

What is it you're after?

In part,
it's about your brother.

What about my brother?

Did you know that
your brother was
working for Largo?

That's impossible. Jack is
in the U.S. Air Force.

That's precisely
why Largo used him.

Your brother's dead.

Keep dancing. Largo is
the prime suspect.

Your brother was used
and then eliminated.

They move well together,
don't they?

Today you have
another chance.

This time you'd
better not fail.

Number 12.

Excellent.

You dance amazingly well,
Mr. Bond.

It's Domino, really.

She's such
a pleasure to follow.

I know.

I'd love to have
you for lunch.

If you are
still around tomorrow,

why don't you
join us on our boat?

Tomorrow's not good for me.

Why?

I'm going to pick up Jack.

No. That's not possible.

Jack phoned earlier to say
he'd been delayed again.

At least for another week,
maybe two.

Bye-bye.

Thank you very much.

Nicole?

Nicole.

Don't touch him!
He's mine!

Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!

Hold it.

Sit up.

Your gun.

Carefully.

Over here.

Spread your legs.

Good. Very good.

You're quite a man,
Mr. James Bond.

But I am a superior woman.

Guess where you get
the first one.

Well, in view of
your hatred of men...

Liar!

You know that making love
to Fatima was the greatest
pleasure of your life.

Well, to be perfectly honest,

there was this girl
in Philadelphia...

Shut up!

I am the best.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

In fact, I was going
to put you in my memoirs
as number one.

Write.

Write.

Now write this.

The greatest rapture in
my life was afforded me
in a boat in Nassau

by Fatima Blush.

Signed James Bond, 007.

I just remembered.

It's against service policy
for agents to give
out endorsements.

Write!

Right now?

Right now.

Not perfected yet.

Good show, James.
Q actually came through,
didn't he?

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

Long enough for what?

To see how you
handled the lady.

You did rather well.

Come on. This way.

Monsieur Largo is
waiting for you, sir.

Of course. Thank you.

This way, sir.

Hello.

Good morning.
Good morning.

You are a bit
early for lunch.

I know.
It's rather embarrassing.

Prepare for departure.

Steward, get some
clothes for my guest.

I'm overwhelmed.

I'm invited for lunch
and given a cruise.

Why? You had other plans?

No, not at all.
I'm at your disposal.

Of course. Cigarette?

No, not today, thank you.

So...

A drink?
A vodka martini?

Of course.

This is my
situation room.

From here,
the world comes to me.

You could run a
small government
from here.

Oh, no, I could
run a large government
from here.

What's your
latest venture?

Oil.

It's a new
departure for me,

besides which all my
other enterprises are
of little consequence.

Well, if it's that big,
let's hope it doesn't
blow up in your face.

Mr. Bond. Excuse me.
I have work to do.
Time is money.

By the way,
the staterooms are aft.

Don't forget,
12:00. Lunch.

Mr. Bond, enjoy the ship.

Mr. Bond!

There's some
fresh clothes in
your cabin, sir.

If you'd like
to follow me.

Thank you.

What happened
to my brother?

Why are you here?

Just trust me.

The Tears of Allah.

Does that mean
anything to you?

This is it.
He gave it to me.

He said it was
very valuable.

It doesn't look it.

Have you any idea
where we're heading?

North Africa.

He's got a house,
a place called Palmyra.

Somehow I've
got to transmit a
message out of here.

It could be risky,
but I'm going to
need your help.

What do you
want me to do?

I'm going to kiss you.

I want you to respond
as if you liked it.

I'm doing this
for two very
good reasons.

One, because I'm
hoping to provoke
a reaction.

And the other one?

Because I always
wanted to.

FaIse aIarm!
FaIse aIarm!

AII crew return to stations.

We've just picked up
a message from one of
our ships in the Med.

I think it's
from Bond, sir.

About time.

Yes. He used our
emergency code
Tango Zebra.

"Heading North Africa,
Palmyra."

Palmyra? Where is that?

Haven't a clue, sir.

Well, find out about it,
will you?

I'll do my best, sir.

North Africa?

Quite impressive, huh?

Very.

That's my retreat,
where I can escape and
enjoy all my treasures.

How do you like
your new home,
my princess?

Bond, the game is over.
Take him away.

That belonged to
Napoleon's empress.

That is my greatest treasure.

Take it. Take it.
But be careful.

That is your
wedding present.

You betrayed me.

But I forgive you.

And what about
my brother?

Your brother...

I hate you.
I hate you.

Domino!
Domino!

You're crazy.

Yeah, maybe I'm crazy.

What a wonderful view.

You'll see.

Every game has to
have a winner. So...

Ciao beIIo.

Largo.

Bond.

In that case,
where did you
hide the bombs?

You still think of escape?

I must say,
I admire your spirit.

Well,

bomb number one is
right under the
President's feet

in Washington DC.

And number two?

You were a very
good secret agent.
Really.

Bye.

I'm sure this will
amuse you.

Goodbye, Domino.

Cover it up.

Hold on.

What are you doing?

James!

Bond, you're a
hard man to
keep up with.

Clear the line
to Washington,
Felix.

That's where
the first bomb is.

It was never
like this when I
was in the Navy.

Here we are.

What's the matter?

You're going
back after Largo,
aren't you?

Well, I have to.

I want him
as much as you do.

Probably more.

I can understand
you hating him.

Maybe I don't hate
him enough to
risk losing you.

But I don't want to risk
losing me, either.

Commander Bond,
the Washington bomb
has been Iocated and defused.

Now, sir, from London,
your chief wants
to speak to you.

M: This is M.
We've cracked the code
for disarming the warheads,

but we've only got five hours
to find the second bomb.

Now, as you perfectly
well know,

l have absoIute
confidence in you,
and l...

That's what kept me
going, sir.

Bond, all right, then,
l'll be brief with you.

And l know you've
got your hands full.

lf you should come
through this fearful
ordeal unscathed,

l'd like to offer you
lunch at my club. Over.

That's a thrilling
prospect, sir.

But if I do get
through this,

I may have other plans.

Steady at 300.

Steady at 300.

There she is, sir.

What's she reading?

Seven fathoms, sir.

No way we can get in there.

The water's too shallow.

Nothing.
Nothing moving
on board.

AWAC surveillance
reports no sightings
on shore.

Now why did
Largo anchor here?

Your pendant.
Give it to me.

This is
The Tears of Allah.

The story goes that
the Prophet wept, and
his tears made a well.

The contours
are the same.

The diamond must
mark a place.

That would be
about here.

Right where the
oilfields begin.

Sir, there is
underwater activity
in the area.

Check the area for
underwater caves.

Right, sir.

Sonar signals do indicate
a cavity below sea level

at 015 degrees.

There's
an underground
river right there.

Commander Pederson,
are you equipped
with the new XT-7Bs?

That's top secret.
How do you know
about them?

From a Russian
translation of one of
your service manuals.

Sorry about that.

Ports open. Fire one.

Fire two. Cut track.

Be careful of the housing.

Watch it.

I've got to go in.

We don't have
much time.

Give the sub our position
and get some help.

All right.

Kovacs? Kovacs? Come.

You're not in
the right place.
Please.

Well done,
Dr. Kovacs.

Go ahead.
Go ahead.

When the warhead is ready
for its final voyage,
we will drink a toast.

There is nothing that
can stop us anymore.

The guide rope.
Keep the tension.

The Tears of Allah.

Sweet, like money.

For centuries,
this has been a
monument to power,

but nothing
like what we
now possess.

Huh, Kovacs?

Everybody
stay undercover!
You, get up there!

Leiter, stay down!

What took you so long?

Hold up on
the heavy stuff!

Bond is still in there!

It's armed.

Largo got away
with the warhead.

Call down a chopper.

I'm going to
try the oasis.
Good luck.

Bond's clear!
We're moving in!

There you are.

I always have
a martini at 5:00.

You'll never
give up your old habits,
James.

No, you're wrong.
Those days are over.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bond.

Obviously caught you
at a bad moment.

M sent you.

Only to plead
for your return, sir.

M says that
without you in
the service,

he fears for the
security of the
civilized world.

Never again.

Never?

Never say never again

Never, never say never again

You waIk in a room

A woman can feeI the heat

One look is a guarantee

Nights could be
long and sweet

The message is clear

Like nothing l've ever known

But from aII that l hear

Forget about long-range plans

'Cause this man's got his own

To get mixed up with

A man who says never

May be big trouble, but then

l just could be
the woman to take you

And make you
never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

Never, never say never again

You've got all the moves

Oh, but, baby, I got them, too

No matter your attitude
or your mood

l'll come through

The touch of your voice

The feel of your eyes on me

You Ieave me no choice

Though l know
there's danger there

l don't care, let it be

To get in bed with

A man who says never

May have no future, but then

l just could be
the woman to reach you

And teach you to
never say never again

l'll beg you
l'll get you

l'll reach you
l'll teach you

l'll take you
l'll make you