I've been setting it up for years! I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off! Bond: Get me out of these bloody things so I can deal with you. Bond: Who the hell are you people?! Kwang: We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you bastard! Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've got orders to take him back one way or another. How did you get it? James Bond: Go to blazes! Kwang: Who ordered you to kill Sanchez? Fallon: No one! He's a rogue agent. This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. Kwang: Who would have a signature gun? Fallon: James Bond. Dentonite toothpaste - to be used sparingly, the latest in plastic explosive. Explosive alarm clock - guaranteed never to wake up anyone who uses it. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. I know exactly what you're up to, and quite frankly, you're going to need my help. James Bond: This is no place for you, Q. old buddy! Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste. Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. M: Don't! Too many people! God help you, commander. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act. And I require you to hand over your weapon. M: We're not a country club, 007! Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally. Bond: And his wife? M: This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's Government.
M: Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks. He's put his life on the line for me many times before. Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir. M: You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has, somehow. Sanchez: Very good, but I think I'm gonna be home soon, huh? Killifer: Why you. Killifer: Goddammit, you think you're in some banana republic?! All that scumbag money won't do you a bit of good here. Standing offer for anyone who squeaks me. Even one of your famous $1-million-dollar bribes can't get you out of this one. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.ĭialogue Ed Killifer: You're facing 139 felony counts, Sanchez. When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything.but you should know something: nobody saw you come in, so nobody has to see you go out. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money.
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