a fan fiction film treatment
by coco1997 & tdalton
DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fan fiction. Many characters and some situations were created by Ian Fleming and/or EON Productions and are the copyright of these parties. No monetary gain is made through this work and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is intended solely for the entertainment purposes of the members of the CommanderBond.net forums. This work is created by fans of the James Bond novels and films and is meant as a tribute to both the novels and the film series.
STUDIO LOGOS
Ext – Cemetery, Tuscany, Italy – Evening
A small crowd of people gathers around a grave. A priest conducts a funeral service in front of the crowd. A small casket stands in front of the priest. An easel stands beside the casket. On it is a picture of Teresa Bond. In attendance are MARC ANGE DRACO, M, MISS MONEYPENNY, FELIX LEITER, KRISTEN LEITER, LOELIA PONSONBY, and other friends and family members. Not in attendance is JAMES BOND. His absence is noticeable.
M
Where the hell is he?
DRACO
I don’t know.
M
I didn’t think even he could be cold enough to miss his wife’s funeral.
The priest continues with the service.
Ext. – Mission Beach, Australia – Night
JAMES BOND sits in a rickety, wooden rowboat. He holds a fishing rod in his hand, pretending to fish while he surveys the terrain ahead of him. A boat approaches. Two guards are on board: one driving, the other standing on the side of the boat, ready to confront Bond. The boat pulls up right next to Bond’s rowboat, disturbing the stillness that had existed previously. The guard standing on the side of the boat calls out to Bond. He speaks with a heavy Australian accent.
GUARD
You can’t fish here. Go somewhere else.
Bond does not answer. The guard boards Bond’s boat.
GUARD (frustrated)
Maybe you didn’t hear me.
Bond again does not respond verbally. Instead, he reaches behind him and grabs the guard’s wrist, breaking it instantly. The guard’s gun drops into the water. The guard screams in pain as he falls to the floor of the boat. Bond draws his pistol, a Walther PPK, and aims at the guard driving the other boat. That guard is now moving towards Bond, his own pistol drawn. Bond fires first, landing two rounds into the man’s chest. He falls into the water, dead. Bond fires two rounds at point-blank range into the head of the guard on his boat, killing him instantly. He pushes the body off of the boat and into the water.
Bond steps off his rowboat and boards the guards’ boat. He navigates it to the dock on the beach, tying it off before making his way onto the beach. He quickly makes his way up the dune to a clearing. The grass of the clearing is tall, but over it Bond can see the mansion that stands less than 100 yards away. Patrolling the exterior of the mansion are two guards, both armed with automatic weapons.
Using the cover provided by the tall grass, Bond sneaks up on one of the guards. He comes at him from behind, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, snapping it with one violent twist. The man dies instantly. Bond keeps the body from falling to the ground. Instead, he opts to lay the body on the ground softly, keeping it from making a sound that would alert the other guard.
He returns to the cover of the tall grass and makes his way to the other guard’s position. He dispatches the guard in exactly the same fashion as the first. Bond steals the key ring from the guard’s belt and then quickly makes his way to the estate. He stops short, making sure there are no security cameras. He finds none. He continues to the front door of the estate. He uses the keys he took from the guard and unlocks the door. Before entering, Bond removes the silencer from the pocket of his black leather jacket and screws it onto the end of the Walther PPK.
Int. - Mansion, Mission Beach, Australia - Night
Bond enters the estate silently. Gun drawn, he slowly makes his way through the home, keeping an eye out for more guards. He climbs a lengthy staircase which brings him to a large open area with a kitchen and sitting area. The walls are made entirely of glass, which allows the full moon to illuminate the otherwise dark room. The estate sits on a peninsula-like strip of land that juts out from the beach, allowing for an ocean view from the house as well. The view of the ocean from the room is magnificent, Bond silently comments to himself.
He finds another long staircase leading to a third floor bedroom. Like the open area he had just come from, the walls are made entirely of glass. He hears the running water of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. The door is open, through which Bond can see a woman in a glass-enclosed shower. The glass walls of the shower have not yet become fogged due to the hot water, allowing Bond to see a woman standing under the spray from the shower head. Bond spots a tattoo on her lower back: the Chinese character for “death”. She turns and is now facing Bond, revealing herself to be IRMA BUNT. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys the spray of the shower, resulting in her not registering Bond’s presence. The thought creeps into Bond’s mind that he would find Bunt attractive if not for the hatred he justly harbors for her. He quickly discards this thought, disgusted with himself for allowing it to enter his mind in the first place.
Bunt turns off the water. Bond quickly ducks into a corner of the room not illuminated by the moonlight. He is kept hidden by his attire: a black leather jacket, black shirt, and black slacks.
Bunt emerges from the bathroom, striding across the room to grab the white robe hanging from a hook on the door to the bedroom. She puts the robe on, covering her body. She heads for the staircase, but stops short. She looks around, signaling that she knows that something is not quite right. When she sees nothing, she shrugs it off and continues down the staircase.
Bond follows a few seconds later, silently descending the staircase as he stalks his prey. He comes into the open area, finding Bunt standing by the glass wall on the far side of the room, staring out at the ocean. In her hand she holds a small glass of Scotch.
BUNT
Good evening, Mr. Bond.
Bond is surprised that she knows he is in the home with her.
BOND
Why?
BUNT
Don’t be so naïve.
BOND
Why not just kill me? You could have left her out of it?
BUNT
We could have, but where would the fun have been in that?
BOND
She was innocent.
BUNT
Perhaps. If you’re that desperate for the companionship, though, we can go back upstairs. I saw you watching me up there. You’re not as subtle as you’d like to think you are.
Bond sees this line of questioning going nowhere. He decides to change his tactics.
BOND
Where is he?
BUNT
Dead.
Bond swiftly crosses the room. He violently grabs Bunt by her shoulder-length hair, jerking her head back. With his other hand he jams the barrel of the silenced PPK against her temple. She grunts in pain.
BOND
I’ll ask again, where is he? Where’s Blofeld?
BUNT
I told you, he’s dead.
BOND (frustrated)
I’ll make you a deal. You tell me where he is and you’ll get to see the sun rise tomorrow.
BUNT
He’s dead. He died in my arms. He’s lying on a slab at your own headquarters. I thought you would have known.
Bond becomes enraged, pistol whipping Bunt. She falls to the ground in pain. Bond stands over her, raising his pistol to her. Before he can pull the trigger, Bunt sweeps her leg, knocking Bond off balance and eventually to the floor.
Bond springs to his feet, chasing Bunt into the kitchen area of the open room. She flings the freezer door open, smacking Bond in the face as he chases her. Bond falls to the ground, giving Bunt time to grab a knife. She goes on the offensive, waving the knife at Bond as he dodges her attempts to stab him. Bond lunges at Bunt, trying to get the knife away from her. She sidesteps him and plunges the knife in Bond’s shoulder, twisting it to ensure the maximum amount of pain.
The knife falls to the floor as Bond stumbles, reaching up to grasp his shoulder. The knife wound is in the exact same place an recent would is located, resulting in a larger than usual blood flow. Bunt goes on the offensive again as Bond tries to regain his composure. She begins pummeling him with her fists, landing several shots to the face as well as to the abdomen. She has Bond moving backwards with each blow until she knocks him to the ground. She jumps on top of him, straddling his upper body. Reaching down, she grabs him by the neck and begins to choke him. Bond struggles underneath her, unable to breathe. He flails against her, trying to break her grip before he passes out. Just above him is a glass table, on top of which is a vase. He knocks the table over. It, along with the vase, shatters into hundreds of pieces. Bond reaches to his right and grabs a shard of glass.
BUNT
Don’t fight it. You’ll be with her soon.
Bond swings the shard of glass at Bunt, burying it deep in her neck. She immediately releases her grip on Bond’s neck and staggers backward, clutching her neck to try to stop the bleeding. Bond rolls over and tries to stand up, all the while gasping for air to replenish his depleted oxygen supply.
Bunt takes Bond’s momentarily incapacitation as an opportunity to stumble out of the estate. She makes her way through the tall grass and heads towards the beach.
Ext. - Mission Beach, Australia - Night
Bond struggles to his feet and pursues her. He walks briskly through the tall grass, never breaking into a run as he stalks Bunt to the beach. He raises his silenced Walther PPK as he walks and fires a shot. It hits Bunt in the back, sending her down into the sand. Bond slows his walk, approaching her with caution. He kneels down beside Bunt. The combination of the shard of glass and the gunshot has her struggling to maintain consciousness.
BOND
You haven’t done anything to protect him tonight. I’m going to find him and I’m going to kill him. All you’ve done is delay the inevitable for him by not telling me where he is.
Bond waits beside her until she stops breathing. He checks her pulse to confirm what he already knows.. He stands up, looking down at her body for a moment in disgust, and then walks towards the dock. He steps into the guards’ boat and drives it off into the night. The film fades into the:
TITLE SEQUENCE: The film’s title sequence would be darker in tone than any of the previous Bond films and, were this a real film, would be designed by Tim Miller.
Int. – Abandoned Building, Johannesburg, South Africa – Night
MATTHEW STERLING, a British government agent, walks nervously through the corridors of a run down warehouse. He is being followed, but he is unsure of where his pursuers are as he now finds himself lost in the dark maze of abandoned hallways. Slivers of moonlight seeping through the gaps in the wooden panels that make up the wall are the only source of light in the building.
He continues walking, not making any progress towards finding his way out of the maze of hallways. Eventually, he hears footsteps some distance behind him. He ducks into a dark corner, hoping to lose his pursuer. As the footsteps pass by Sterling, he breathes a silent sigh of relief. The footsteps suddenly stop and then begin moving back towards Sterling’s location. A face pierces the darkness. Sterling sees that it is JADE. He tries to run, but is unable to. Jade pulls Sterling from the darkness into the middle of the hallway. She strokes his necktie seductively and then grabs it to climb to his ear to whisper to him.
JADE (whispering)
Did you really think you could escape from us?
Sterling is too afraid to answer.
JADE
Those diamonds don’t belong to you. Why don’t you just give them back to me now.
Sterling trembles in fear of Jade. Her appearance is mostly non-threatening. She easily stands a foot shorter than Sterling, necessitating her standing on her toes to whisper into his ear. Her outfit, a tank top cut just above her navel and form fitting jeans, is nothing out of the ordinary for a woman in her early to mid-twenties, save for her belt, which is made entirely of diamonds. It is what Jade is capable of that frightens Sterling, the slight hint of insanity flickering in her eyes shakes him to his core.
Jade leans in even closer, giving his tie an extra hard tug.
JADE
So, what’s it gonna be?
Sterling breaks free of her grasp and sprints in the opposite direction. Instead of displaying frustration with Sterling, all he can hear behind him is her laughter. It reverberates off the walls, sending a chill down his spine. She calls out to him as he turns a corner.
JADE (laughing)
You might as well come back, little boy. You’re really not going to like what she’s going to do to you when she finds you!
The laughter continues as Sterling breaks out into a sprint. He quickly becomes winded as he navigates the darkness. He stops for a brief moment to catch his breath and then continues on.
Sterling turns a corner and finds himself face to face with KAYA. The moonlight streams across her face, allowing Sterling to fully see the insanity standing before him. She licks her lips in a display of menacing seduction, knowing that she is going to enjoy the fate that is about to come to Sterling. He turns quickly, trying to rush off in the other direction and bumps into Jade. The moonlight glows across her as well, glistening off of the diamond-encrusted belt and the diamond stud pierced into her bare midriff. She draws a gun on Sterling. Its entire surface is encrusted with diamonds, causing it to sparkle in the moonlight. She jams the barrel of it against Sterling’s forehead. The force of the diamonds pressing into his skin causes a small stream of blood to run down his face.
JADE
You should have listened to me back there, mister. I could have given you the luxury of a relatively quick and painless death. But, you’ve taken it out of my hands, you see. Now, turn around.
Sterling does as he is told. He turns around, coming face to face with Kaya again. She has now drawn a large hunting knife. The knife, like Jade’s gun, is completely encrusted in diamonds. She wields it in Sterling’s face, grinning from ear to ear, a sight which nearly causes Sterling to faint with fear.
JADE
You got this, babe?
KAYA
Yeah, babe. I’ve got this.
Kaya lunges at Sterling. The two fall to the ground as Jade looks on. His screams reverberate in the empty hallways as Kaya plunges her knife into him countless times. When the life finally drains from Sterling’s body, Kaya stands up. Her face and clothes are covered in blood. Jade holsters her pistol and then reaches out to Kaya, using her thumb to wipe some of the blood away from Kaya’s lips.
Kaya bends down and reaches into the pocket of Sterling’s jacket. She retrieves a small velvet pouch and holds it up for Jade to see. Jade takes it form her and unties it, allowing the diamonds to spill out into her hand. She quickly puts them back into the pouch and ties it back up again, shoving it into her pocket.
JADE
You know what they say…
KAYA
…diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
JADE
Why don’t we take our new best friends home?
KAYA
Let’s go.
Jade puts an arm around Kaya, pulling her in close as they walk out of the building, leaving the body of Sterling dead on the floor in a massive pool of blood.
Int. – Morgue, SIS Building, London, England – Night
James Bond bursts through the double doors of the morgue underneath the SIS Building.
BOND
Where is he?
DR. JAMES MALONEY enters the room, having heard the commotion.
MALONEY
I take it you mean Blofeld?
BOND
I need to see the body.
Maloney escorts Bond to a different room, where there is a single table in the center of the room with a body lying on top of it. The body is covered by a white sheet. Maloney peels back the sheet, revealing a man that Bond recognizes to be Blofeld.
MALONEY
Is that him?
BOND
It appears to be.
Bond does not want to accept that it is Blofeld. It seems too easy, he thinks to himself. Bond reaches into the breast pocket of his leather jacket and retrieves a nearly empty pack of cigarettes. He places one in his mouth and pulls out a lighter. He begins lighting the cigarette when Maloney interjects.
MALONEY
You can’t smoke in here.
BOND
Piss off.
As Bond smokes to the dismay of Maloney, M enters the room.
M
Welcome back, James. How was Australia?
BOND
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
M
Don’t take me for a fool, Double-oh Seven. You miss your wife’s funeral and then we receive word the next day, from an irate Australian government no less, that Irma Bunt’s body has been found on the sands of Mission Beach.
BOND
I don’t know anything about it, but whoever did it has my thanks.
M
I’m going to turn a blind eye to this one, Double-oh Seven. Just don’t make a habit of it.
She pauses before continuing. She reaches for Bond, grabbing the cigarette from his mouth.
M
You can’t smoke in here.
She drops the cigarette, putting it out with her foot on the cold cement floor.
BOND
Do you have any work for me?
M
You look like hell. Why don’t you take some time off.
BOND
No.
M
I do have an assignment, but you’ll probably find it to be beneath you. It’s yours if you want it, though.
BOND
What is it?
M
One of our agents, a Matthew Sterling, was killed in Johannesburg. He was investigating a diamond smuggling operation there. I want you to go down there and continue his investigation. Find out who is behind the smuggling operation and then shut it down. Also, anyone associated with the death of Sterling, eliminate them.
BOND
What about the “Death Collector” investigation?
M
I’m not letting you on that one, I’m afraid. That man presumably has one of your fellow Double-ohs being held captive. I’m not going to leave the fate of another Double-oh in the hands of someone in your condition. Go do the assignment I’ve given you, and if you complete it, then we’ll talk about something more in line with your skill set.
BOND
Fine. I’ll leave tomorrow.
M
Moneypenny is outside with your ticket to Johannesburg. Check in with her before you leave.
Bond leaves M and Maloney in the morgue. He finds Moneypenny in the hallway adjacent to the morgue. She appears happy to see Bond, although that happiness is mixed with sadness.
MONEYPENNY (awkwardly)
It’s good to see you, James.
BOND
You have my ticket?
MONEYPENNY
Yes, it’s right here.
BOND
Do me a favor, would you?
MONEYPENNY
Of course, James. Anything.
BOND
Exchange this one for a ticket to Johannesburg via Rome. I have something I need to take care of before I leave.
MONEYPENNY (knowingly)
Of course. It’ll be waiting for you at the airport.
BOND
Thank you.
Bond leaves the SIS building.
Int. – Bond’s Flat, London, England – Night
Bond sits alone in his flat, staring out the window at the London skyline. On the table beside him is a small glass which he continuously refills to the brim with vodka. Bond takes another swig of the clear drink before setting the glass back down to pour another.
MAY, Bond’s housekeeper who had been sleeping in the other room awaiting his return, enters the doorway behind Bond.
MAY
Sir, I left some food for you in the kitchen. It should still be good.
Bond pauses for a moment before answering. May takes this as a sign that he is not going to speak and begins to leave.
BOND
Thank you.
May nods a silent approval and then leaves Bond alone in the flat. He continues his drinking ritual until he has gone through the two bottles of vodka.
Ext. – Cemetery, Tuscany, Italy – Day
Bond stands in front of the tombstone bearing Teresa’s name. In his hand he holds a bouquet of flowers. He bends down and places the flowers on the ground in front of the tombstone. A single tear forms in the corner of his eye.
BOND
I’m sorry.
As Bond stands there, he is approached by Marc Ange Draco. Draco stands silently beside Bond for a few moments before speaking.
DRACO
We missed you at the funeral.
BOND
I know. I’m sorry.
DRACO
You had a good excuse. M informed me as to your whereabouts.
BOND
M divulging information like that to a crime lord. Didn’t see that coming.
DRACO
That hurts so much coming from someone in your line of work.
(pauses)
Besides, you were technically operating outside the jurisdiction of MI6, sos he felt she could let the information out.
They stand in awkward silence for a few moments.
DRACO
Did he suffer?
BOND
She suffered, yes.
DRACO
She?
BOND
Irma Bunt. Blofeld’s right-hand, so to speak.
DRACO
What about Blofeld?
BOND
His body is lying on a slab at MI6 headquarters. There has to be something more to it, though. It was just too easy.
DRACO
That’s my feeling as well. Keep an eye out. It could be a trap.
BOND
That’s what I’m thinking as well. If you’ll excuse me, I have an assignment I have to attend to.
Bond begins to walk away when he’s stopped by Draco grabbing him by the arm.
DRACO
Thank you.
BOND
For what?
DRACO
Getting one of the people responsible. If the chance arises again to administer justice for Teresa, do your worst to them.
BOND
You have my word.
Bond leaves the cemetery and heads for Rome to catch his flight to Johannesburg.
Ext. – Hotel, Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
James Bond exits a taxi in front of a hotel. He reaches through the driver’s window to hand him a wad of money.
BOND
Keep the change.
CAB DRIVER
Thank you very much, sir.
Bond does not wait around for the man’s thanks. He grabs his lone piece of luggage and heads into the hotel.
Int. – Hotel Room, Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
Bond places his luggage on the bed. He considers sweeping the room for surveillance bugs, but the piercing pain shooting through his head forces him to abandon that plan. He lies down on the bed, rubbing his temples, trying to relieve the pain with little success. He struggles to his feet and stumbles across the room, grabbing the complimentary bottle of Scotch that he had requested with the room. He quickly fills a small glass to the brim. He quickly downs the drink, roughly setting the glass back down on the table when he’s finished. He goes back to the bed and opens his attaché case, removing the Walther PPK from its hidden compartment and places it in the holster underneath his left arm. Next he retrieves the silencer from its compartment and puts it in his pocket before shutting the case and placing it on the floor next to the bed.
Ext. – Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
Bond exits the hotel, stepping outside into the bright South African sun. The sun painfully pierces his eyes, still impaired from his vodka binge the night before. He retrieves a pair of sunglasses from the breast pocket of his linen jacket and puts them on, mercifully dulling the pain to a slight throb.
Bond climbs behind the wheel of his Aston Martin Virage Volante convertible, issued to him some time ago by the new Quartermaster. He finds himself taking to the new car quite well, enjoying that Q Branch had finally added a convertible to the fleet of Aston Martins they gave to the Double-oh Section for their assignments. The convertible is especially helpful for Bond on this morning, as the air swirling around him as he drives keeps him alert and helps to dull the symptoms of the hangover. He pulls the car up to the valet at the hotel, exiting quickly and tossing the keys to the valet.
Int. – Sterling’s Hotel, Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
He enters the lobby of the hotel, still not bothering to remove his sunglasses. He worries that not removing them might raise some suspicion, but he decides to risk it knowing the alternative will be significantly painful.
Already knowing the number of Sterling’s room, Bond bypasses the receptionist and quickly makes his way through the closing doors of an empty elevator. He presses the button for the fifth floor and waits.
Sterling’s room is not far from the elevator. Bond stands in front of it for a few seconds, surveying his surroundings to make sure he is alone before he picks the lock. He makes quick work of the lock and enters the room, closing the door behind him.
The hotel room is a mess. Bond quickly deduces that the room has been tossed in an effort to find something. The mattress is halfway off the bed, the sheets of the bed strewn across the floor. The drawers rest atop the room’s dresser, the clothes that they formerly held litter the floor. Bond searches through the mess looking for anything that might give him some information. He finds nothing and is about to leave when he notices the carpet in the corner of the room near the front of the bed has been pulled back slightly. Bond bends down and pulls the carpeting back, revealing a dossier that Sterling had no doubt stashed there when he knew his time was going to be short.
Bond flips open the dossier, finding several pictures, all of the same man. Many pages of hand-written notes accompany the pictures. The man’s name is Peter Franks, an American diamond smuggler. Sterling conducted surveillance on him for several weeks, with detailed notes about each encounter. The last entry in the notes dates back to the week before, where they stop for no apparent reason. Circled in red ink, Bond finds a street address. Bond exits the hotel.
Ext. – Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
Once again behind the wheel of the Aston Martin, Bond enters the address from the dossier into the vehicle’s navigation system. The navigation system, supplied especially for the Double-oh Section by the Quartermaster, is not only able to provide pinpoint satellite navigation services, but it also doubles as a state-of-the-art surveillance tool, with a satellite that is able to look through walls and map the interior of a structure. The new features brought to the technology by the Quartermaster, however, prove to be the most impressive. On loan to MI6 by the American CIA, the technology does not feature an infrared system that allows for the user to see movement within the structure. The Quartermaster’s adjustments to the system bring that capability to the service, which Bond admits is a very helpful tool after coming around to the idea of it.
The drive gives Bond a chance to clear his mind a bit. The headache, as well as his other hangover symptoms, dissipates considerably as he drives, but still lingers. The female voice of the navigation system alerts Bond to take the final right turn of his voyage. The address is to a home outside the city limits of Johannesburg, a rather typical suburban neighborhood. Bond figures that he could find many more around the world that look just like it.
Knowing that his luxury vehicle will draw the attention of the people in such an area, Bond parks the Aston Martin some distance from the address found in the dossier. He presses a button on the navigation system’s display, bringing up a new display featuring the satellite’s surveillance capabilities. Inside the residence Bond sees the glowing-red human shape of a man. He figures it to be Peter Franks, but finds himself wishing that the Quartermaster could have perfected the device to actually see through the walls rather than provide a simple heat signature.
Bond watches intently for a while as the shape moves throughout the residence. Finally, it approaches the front door of the residence and exits. Bond quickly looks up and sees Franks exit the residence, holding his hand to his ear as he attaches a Blue-tooth headset to it. Bond retrieves his own mobile device from his pocket, opening an app just delivered to him by the Quartermaster before he departed for Piz Gloria some months ago. Using the app, Bond is able to hack into the wireless signal being sent to Franks’ phone, allowing Bond to hear the entire conversation in real time. Before becoming engrossed in Franks’ conversation, Bond finds himself in awe of how easy the new Quartermaster’s devices make the art of surveillance.
Bond quickly deduces that Franks is speaking to his wife, or at the very least long-term girlfriend based on the tone of the conversation.
FRANKS
I’ve missed you.
WOMAN
I’ve missed you too.
FRANKS
When do you get back into town?
WOMAN
I’m almost here. Just a few more kilometers, actually. Are you doing anything this morning?
FRANKS
No, why?
WOMAN
Why don’t we meet at the Rose Garden?
FRANKS
I’ll see you there.
The conversation ends and Franks hangs up his phone and steers the car in a different direction from the one he had been going in previously. Bond continues to tail him, keeping an appropriate distance as to avoid detection.
Ext. – Botanical Gardens, Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
Some time later, Franks pulls his car into the parking lot of the Botanical Gardens. Bond watches as Franks exits his vehicle and begins walking into the complex. Bond puts the Aston Martin into gear and pulls around to a side street and parks there. He quickly gets out of the Aston Martin and makes his way into the complex.
Following the signs that line the various pathways through the gardens, Bond makes his way to the Rose Garden, located on the far end of the complex. The walk gives Bond time to think. His thoughts center mainly on Franks’ female companion. He finds himself hoping that he doesn’t have to kill Franks, especially knowing that his female companion will eventually be the one to find the body if he does. He mentally prepares himself for the possibility that he will have to take Franks’ life, knowing that his orders call for the termination of anyone involved in the disappearance or death of Agent Sterling.
Bond walks up the path leading to the Rose Gardens. Standing in front of them is Franks, his hands buried in his dark blue windbreaker as he paces back and forth, waiting. Noticing that nobody else is around, Bond decides to make his move. He approaches Franks from behind, eventually coming to a stop beside him. Bond reaches into the breast pocket of his linen jacket and retrieves a nearly empty package of cigarettes. He places one into his mouth, returning the package to his pocket. He searches the rest of his pockets, looking for his lighter, which he pretends not to find.
FRANKS
Here, let me help you with that.
Franks reaches into his pocket and produces a gold-plated cigarette lighter. He holds it up for Bond. Instead of lighting the cigarette, Bond throws a punch at Franks, connecting with his left temple, sending him to the ground, where he comes to rest on a small rose bush. He cries in pain as the thorns from the stems of the roses pierce his skin.
Bond stands over Franks, having now drawn his silenced Walther PPK. He trains the weapon on Franks in a calm, steady manner. Franks knows from looking at Bond that he is dealing with a professional.
Bond pulls out a picture of Agent Sterling and holds it up for Franks to see.
BOND
Do you know this man?
FRANKS
No.
BOND
Wrong answer.
Bond fires a shot into Franks’ right kneecap. He tries to scream, but the sound is muffled by Bond’s foot, which he presses down forcefully on Franks’ mouth.
BOND
I already know that you know this man. He was investigating you and your diamond smuggling activity. He’s dead and I know you had something to do with it.
FRANKS
I still don’t know what you’re talking about.
Bond fires another shot, hitting Franks in the other kneecap.
BOND
You’re really not that bright, are you?
FRANKS
Alright, if I tell you what I know, will you let me go?
BOND
It can’t hurt your chances.
FRANKS
It was the bosses’ enforcers. These two crazy women. I don’t know their names, but I was told to refer any problems I had to the two of them.
BOND
So you tipped them off about Sterling?
FRANKS
Yes.
BOND
Are they your contact here?
FRANKS
No, they’re just the enforcers. My contact is a woman named Tiffany Case.
BOND
How do I get in contact with her?
FRANKS
She works at the strip club on the other side of town. Our code is an American two-dollar bill.
BOND
Anything else?
FRANKS
That’s everything I know.
BOND
Thank you very much, Mr. Franks…
Bond pulls the Walther’s trigger, sending a bullet straight between Franks’ eyes. He feels a brief twinge of remorse but then remembers his orders. He bends down and retrieves Franks’ wallet, hoping to make the death look like a robbery gone bad. Bond flips through the money in the wallet, pleased to be augmenting his funds for the mission. Also in the wallet is a crisp two-dollar bill, which Bond places in the breast pocket of his suit.
BOND
…you’ve been most helpful.
Bond quickly walks away from the scene, pocketing his Walther in the process. He gets back on the pathway that he had taken to get to the Rose Gardens, trying to get as far away from Franks’ body before someone saw it.
On his walk back to the Aston Martin, Bond passes a beautiful blonde woman headed in the other direction, towards the Rose Gardens. She flashes Bond a smile, to which Bond nods in acknowledgment. Bond picks up the pace, walking faster towards the Aston Martin. A few moments later he hears the shrieking of a female voice. He knows immediately that the woman he had passed had found Franks’ body, and that she was the woman Franks spoke to on the phone earlier.
Bond gets into his Aston Martin and speeds off.
Int. – The Grand, Johannesburg, South Africa – Night
Bond hands a wad of money to the bouncer at The Grand, taking care of the cover charge to enter the gentlemen’s club. When he enters he is bombarded by flashing lights and the blaring bass of the sound system in the club.
He makes his way to the bar. The bartender asks him for his drink order.
BOND
Bourbon.
The bartender pulls a bottle out from under the counter and pours Bond a small glass of Bourbon and then pushes it across the bar to him.
Bond downs the drink in one gulp and puts the glass back on the bar.
BOND
Is Tiffany working tonight?
BARTENDER
Yeah. She’s over there, giving that guy a dance.
The bartender points towards a table on the fringe of the room where he sees TIFFANY CASE engaged in a lap dance with a patron.
BOND
Does she do private dances?
BARTENDER
That’s something you’ll have to take up with her.
BOND
Thank you.
Bond finds an empty table near the one at which Tiffany is conducting her business. He waits for her to finish, which is not much longer. She begins to walk in the opposite direction, but turns to face Bond when he calls out for her.
TIFFANY
What can I do for you?
BOND
I was wondering if I could buy a private dance from you?
TIFFANY
I don’t do that kind of thing, sir. I like to keep everything out in the open.
Bond gives her the once over, noticing that her only attire is slightly undersized lingerie which is pink with black lace trim.
BOND
I can see that. Perhaps this could entice you to change your mind?
Bond holds up the two-dollar bill he had been given by Franks.
TIFFANY
I think we can work something out. Right this way, Mr. Franks.
Tiffany leads Bond through the club, past the many individual stages positioned throughout the club, to the area that contains the private rooms. Bond gives her a once over as she leads him through the club. She is fit, Bond notices, and her blonde hair falls slightly past her shoulders. She opens the door to the private room, ushering Bond in and then closing the door behind her.
On one side of the room is a large, plush red love seat.
TIFFANY
Take a seat, Mr. Franks.
Bond does as he is told.
TIFFANY
Did you actually want that dance, or did you just come to talk business.
BOND
I’ll take a rain check on the dance. Just business tonight.
Bond pulls the photo of Sterling from his jacket pocket and holds it up for Tiffany to see.
BOND
Do you know this man?
TIFFANY
Can’t say that I do. Why, is he interfering with the operation?
BOND
You could say that.
TIFFANY
I just work on the transaction side of things, hooking buyers like yourself up with the suppliers.
BOND
Fair enough. Now, what about the diamonds.
TIFFANY (sarcastically)
I don’t have them on me, if that’s what you’re asking.
BOND
How do we go about getting them?
TIFFANY
Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the dentist’s office. We’ll pick up the merchandise there and I’ll make sure you get to the airport for your flight.
BOND
It’s that easy.
TIFFANY
Yes.
Bond and Tiffany sit in silence for a few moments. Bond thinks about how to pry further into the inner workings of the operation.
BOND
Going back to that photograph I showed you. I was told by someone that there are two women I should contact if someone is snooping around. Do you know how I should go about contacting them?
TIFFANY
You mean Jade and Kaya?
BOND
I wasn’t given names. I was just told that they aren’t all together upstairs.
TIFFANY
I’ve never met them or spoken to them. I’ve only really heard about them from some of the repeat customers I’ve had who have had to deal with them. A word to the wise, Mr. Franks. You would probably be wise to steer clear of those girls. You look like you’re plenty capable of handling yourself. I wouldn’t involve them unless your problem is one you think you can’t deal with on your own.
BOND
I’ll take your advice on that.
TIFFANY
That would be the smart thing to do.
Bond stands up and prepares himself to leave. He puts the photograph of Sterling back into his jacket pocket.
BOND
Until tomorrow, then?
TIFFANY
I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll meet you in your hotel lobby at eleven thirty. We’ll catch the dentist while the rest of his staff is out to lunch.
Bond nods his acknowledgment and then leaves.
Ext. – Douro Valley, Portugal – Day
James Bond races the Bentley Continental GT convertible through the winding roads of the Portuguese countryside. Beside him sits his wife, TERESA BOND, still dressed in her bridal gown. Her hair blows in the breeze created by the movement of the Bentley. She reaches across and puts her hand on top of the hand Bond has on the gear shift. She squeezes gently and looks at him, offering a big smile to her new husband. He smiles back, perhaps one of the first genuine smiles he’s ever offered to anyone.
TERESA
What do you think about children?
BOND
I don’t know. Maybe someday. Right now, I just want you all to myself.
Teresa lets out a laugh at Bond’s reasoning for putting off children, knowing full well she shares his sentiment.
They drive for a bit longer until Bond sees the flowers that the Bentley had been adorned with begin to come loose on the front. He pulls the car off to the side of the road and gets out and removes the flowers from the car. Once he removes the flowers, Bond goes to the boot of the Bentley and places the flowers inside, a keepsake from his wedding day. He shuts the boot and then sees Teresa standing before him. She jumps into his arms and places a passionate kiss on Bond’s lips. He struggles to keep his balance, surprised by her veracity, and then stabilizes himself, and Tracy, against the side of the Bentley, not breaking the kiss at any point.
Bond pulls away to catch his breath.
BOND
So, Mrs. Bond, where do you want to go on your honeymoon? We can go anywhere in the world.
TERESA
Anywhere, you say?
BOND
Anything for you.
TERESA
Do you think Paris is too cliché?
BOND
Is that where you want to go?
TERESA
I don’t know. Where do you want to go?
BOND
It doesn’t matter to me.
TERESA
Paris would be a good place to start. How long do we have, anyway?
BOND
We have as long as we want.
TERESA
What about your job?
BOND
I resigned this morning. They can get along without me.
TERESA
That’s wonderful. It sounds like we have all the time in the world.
BOND
That’s a good way to look at it.
TERESA
I love you.
BOND
I love you, too.
They kiss again. As they kiss, Bond hears the sound of a car approaching them at a high speed. He glances up, keeping his lips locked with Teresa’s, and sees ERNST STAVRO BLOFELD behind the wheel of the car. Irma Bunt hangs out the window, holding an automatic weapon. Shots ring out, filling the otherwise quiet Portuguese countryside with the sounds of sheer terror. Bond quickly spins Teresa around so that his back is to the passing vehicle. He takes a bullet in the shoulder and the two collapse to the ground, now shielded by the Bentley. Blofeld’s vehicle drives off.
Bond examines his shoulder which is shooting with pain. He looks at his hand, which is now covered in the blood coming from the wound in his shoulder.
BOND
Teresa, are you alright?
Teresa does not respond. Bond reaches for her and finds her to be unresponsive. He turns her over and immediately knows that she has been fatally hit. He sees the fresh blood running down her face from a single bullet wound to the forehead. Her eyes are open but lifeless. Bond buries his face in her chest, trying to be as close to her as possible, as though that could bring her back. He does not cry at first, but the tears come.
Bond can hear the faint sound of an alarm. It grows louder by the second until its blaring in his ear. He opens his eyes and finds himself staring at the ceiling of his hotel room in Johannesburg. Sweat pours profusely down his face. The rest of his body, as well as the bed sheets, are also drenched in sweat. He was waking up from a dream or, more accurately, a nightmare. Bond collects himself and then looks at the alarm clock, which is still going off. He does not know why he set the alarm for so early in the morning. The sun is barely peeking out over the horizon, which he sees from his window. Bond gets out of bed and heads for the shower, thankful to be awake.
Int. – Hotel Lobby, Johannesburg, South Africa – Day
Bond dons his black overcoat on a chilly South African morning and heads down to the lobby to meet Tiffany. The lobby is bustling with activity, with guests making last minute checkouts. Bond scans the area looking for Tiffany, with no luck. He is about to go to the hotel’s restaurant for an early lunch and plan to meet up with Tiffany later when he feels someone tap him on the shoulder from behind.
Bond turns around and finds Tiffany staring back at him. She looks different than the previous night. She’s wearing clothes this time, modeling a white overcoat and a pair of black, skin-tight designer jeans. Her hair is red today, much different from the blonde hue it had been the night before.
BOND
You look different.
TIFFANY (flashing a suggestive grin)
The blonde hair is only a part of the costume, Mr. Franks. Besides, it’s always fun to shake things up.
BOND
Please, call me Peter.
TIFFANY
Okay, Peter. Shall we?
Bond leads Tiffany out to his Aston Martin. Due to the chill in the air, Bond elects to keep the top up. Regardless, Tiffany is impressed with the vehicle. Bond pulls the vehicle out of the hotel’s parking lot, embarking on the trip to the dentist’s office to retrieve the diamonds.
Along the way, Tiffany offers turn-by-turn navigation, proving to be just as capable as Bond’s GPS unit, at least for this particular route. He can tell that she makes this trip often, although he doubts that she knows much else about the smuggling operation.
Tiffany instructs Bond to bring the car to a stop on the street in front of a rather unassuming three-story building.
BOND
This is it?
TIFFANY
Yes, this is it. What were you expecting, some kind of lavish palace?
Tiffany escorts Bond into the building, taking him immediately past the receptionist in the lobby and to the elevator. Tiffany presses the button for the top floor and the doors close in front of them.
TIFFANY
I should have asked you this earlier, but you’ve got the money, right?
Bond pats his chest where the breast pocket of his overcoat is located, indicating that he has the money. Tiffany sighs in relief. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. Tiffany leads Bond down a long hallway to the last door on the left. Tiffany goes in first with Bond following close behind. Inside, the waiting area for the office has been trashed. Chairs are turned over, dents line the walls, and the glass window that separates the dentist’s receptionist from the patients is shattered.
TIFFANY
What the hell happened?
Bond draws his Walther PPK, telling Tiffany to take cover behind him. She nervously stands behind him, clinging to the fabric of his overcoat. Bond walks to the door leading to the room where the dentist would perform his work. A body lies in the patient’s chair. Bond walks slowly to the chair, scanning the room for intruders. He crosses in front of the chair and sees that the man laying in it is dead from a single gunshot wound to the head.
BOND
Is that him?
TIFFANY
Yes.
BOND
Where are the diamonds?
TIFFANY
He usually keeps them in a drawer over there.
Tiffany crosses to the other side of the room and opens a drawer. She pulls out a small satin pouch and opens it, pouring diamonds into the palm of her hand. She puts them back into the pouch and then tosses it to Bond. He puts the pouch in his breast pocket.
TIFFANY
What do we do with the money?
Before Bond can answer, three men dressed in tan trench coats enter the room. All the are nondescript in terms of their looks. The man in the middle steps forward, drawing his pistol on Bond.
MAN
Put the gun down. This ends now.
BOND
Who are you?
MAN
It doesn’t matter who I am. Let’s just say, though, that I have concluded that this end of the pipeline has become too volatile. We’re tying up the loose ends, Mr. Bond. We’re tired of the American side of this operation getting to reap all of the rewards while those of us on this side get the short end of the stick
TIFFANY
Who’s Mr. Bond? This man’s name is Peter Franks.
MAN
You really should do a better job of vetting your contacts, Miss Case. This is not Peter Franks.
Bond does not wait for the agent to blow his cover even further. He pulls the trigger of the PPK, surprising the agent with two shots to the chest. He manages two more shots for each of the other two agents, killing them before they can draw their weapons. He turns to Tiffany, knowing that the surprised look on her face means he has questions to answer later.
BOND
We have to get out of here. NOW!
TIFFANY
Not before you tell me who you really are.
BOND
Later. There are more where these guys came from.
TIFFANY
They won’t kill me.
BOND
They’re taking care of everyone who had contact with the American side of the operation. That would be everyone except for the men who bring the diamonds out of the mines. We’re next on their list. Unless you want to end up like the dentist here, get moving.
Tiffany thinks about Bond’s point for roughly a second before reluctantly following him out the door. They take the stairs, rushing down until they come out into the lobby. They dash through the doors leading to the outside. They rush to the Aston Martin. As Tiffany is entering the vehicle, another car comes barreling down on them. Bond runs behind the Aston Martin to the driver’s side. He fires several rounds at the oncoming vehicle. It swerves to avoid Bond’s shot, which clips the side mirror, giving Bond just enough time to get into the Aston Martin.
Bond starts up the engine and presses the gas pedal to the floor. The tires screech as the Aston Martin takes off out of the parking space. The chase spills out into the streets, with Bond swerving in and out of traffic, avoiding the gunfire from their pursuers.
TIFFANY
What are we going to do?
BOND
Lure them out to the countryside.
Tiffany cowers in the passenger seat as Bond pulls onto the highway. Pushing the Aston Martin to its limit, he weaves in and out of traffic. Bond is surprised to see his pursuers keeping up with him. They pull their car up even with Bond’s and slam into it, forcing Bond over onto the shoulder. Bond slams their vehicle back, with the two vehicles taking turns hitting each other until Bond decides to decisively end the chase. He pulls out his pistol and fires several shots out of the window. The shots kill both men sitting in the front seat of the pursuing vehicle. Bond pulls the Aston Martin ahead, leaving his pursuers far behind.
As the pursuing vehicle falls behind, Bond can see Metro Police vehicles appearing in the rear view mirror. The wailing of their sirens get closer as they approach. Bond presses a button on the dash, which turns the navigation and surveillance screen into a frequency scanner. It automatically scans the local frequencies until he finds the one being used by the Metro Police.
POLICE
In pursuit of a gray Aston Martin. Two suspects, a while mail in his mid-forties and a white female in her late thirties. Officers have placed a spike strip on the highway ahead of the suspects. Use extreme caution when confronting them.
Bond allows for a slight grin to come across his face as he presses the accelerator down even harder, rapidly closing in on the spike strip that he is still unable to see.
TIFFANY
What are you doing?
Bond speeds ahead, now able to see the police cars lining either side of the highway, the spike strip spread between them. He speeds over the strip, blowing out all four tires. Tiffany expresses her disapproval. The Aston Martin swerves a few times before all four tires re-inflate themselves and the vehicle stabilizes.
Bond pulls off at the next exit, taking them towards the countryside. He continues to listen to the police frequency.
POLICE
Spike strip was not effective. Suspects got away. Alert all airports from here to Cape Town.
Bond turns to Tiffany, who buries her head in her hands, not watching the violence that has just unfolded around her.
TIFFANY
What the hell just happened?
BOND
I’ll tell you when we get to a secure location. Until then, why don’t you try to get some sleep. You look exhausted.
Tiffany thinks about arguing with Bond but realizes the he is correct in saying that she is tired. She leans the passenger seat back and falls asleep within moments.
Bond takes them further into the countryside. Knowing that the airports are no longer an option, he uses the GPS feature in the Aston Martin to search for abandoned airstrips. He finds one, which the navigation system declares to be a three hour drive from his current location. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Bond makes a phone call requesting a private jet for extraction from South Africa. He sends the coordinates of the abandoned airstrip and then hangs up the phone.
Ext. – Abandoned Airstrip, South Africa – Evening
Bond pulls the Aston Martin into the grass surrounding the airstrip. When he stops the car, Tiffany awakes. She demands to know what has happened and who Bond actually is.
BOND
My name is James Bond. I work for the British government. I’m after the people funding your little smuggling operation.
TIFFANY
You lied to me.
She slaps Bond across the cheek, hard.
BOND
Listen, you saw it yourself. They want you dead too. They think you are with me regardless of what you might tell them, so you might as well be.
They are interrupted by the private jet landing on the airstrip. Bond starts walking towards the jet. Tiffany stays behind.
BOND
Are you coming?
Tiffany hesitates for a moment and then reluctantly follows Bond to the jet. The door of the jet pops open and the staircase used to board the plane extends out. LOELIA PONSONBY, Bond’s personal secretary, appears at the top of the staircase. Her light brown hair waves gently in the breeze, accentuated perfectly by her white silk shirt and black slacks. Bond always finds himself awestruck by how reliable she is for someone who is barely in her mid-twenties.
PONSONBY
Good evening, James. I heard you needed help.
She says this with a hint of cockiness in her voice, one of the qualities that had made Bond want to hire her in the first place. Bond tells Tiffany to board the plane. She does so, leaving Bond and Ponsonby alone outside.
Before either can say anything, Ponsonby wraps Bond in a tight hug.
PONSONBY
I’m so sorry for your loss. If there’s anything…
BOND
Thank you. Just get me out of here and we’ll call it even.
Ponsonby stands up on her toes, closing the seven inch height gap between the two and kisses Bond on the cheek. They board the plane together. Tiffany is waiting for them on board.
BOND
So, Tiffany, where do we take the diamonds.
TIFFANY
New York.
PONSONBY
I’ll alert the pilot.
The three sit back and fasten their seat belts as the plane takes off.
Ext. – Unknown Location – Night
Agent Double-oh Four wanders around the jungle, peeling back the thick brush as he moves, trying to find out where he is. Pain shoots through his head, the worst pain he’s ever felt in his entire life. After walking for a while, he stumbles upon a castle.
The only entrance to the castle lies at the other end of a drawbridge, which is already in the down position. Double-oh Four stumbles across it, the pain in his head intensifying with every step. He finds the front door already open, so he walks inside, gun drawn.
Int. – Castle, Unknown Location – Night
Inside, Double-oh Four finds the walls to be much like the outside of the castle, covered in vines and other vegetation. It grows around the paintings that hang on the walls and even on some of the furniture that he finds in the various rooms. He enters a room that at one point was used as a dining room. In a chair at the head of the table sits a skeleton. Its hand clutches a wine glass on the table. The whole scene is far too surreal for him, almost like a dream or, more likely, a nightmare.
The pain in his head becomes almost too much to bear. He is about to pass out from the pain when a voice comes from nowhere.
THE DOCTOR
Don’t fight it…you will feel no pain soon enough.
Double-oh Four drops to the ground in agonizing pain, clutching his head in an effort to stop it. He loses consciousness.
Int. – Private Jet, Over the Atlantic Ocean – Night
Bond, Tiffany, and Ponsonby eat a meal prepared for them by a member of the private jet’s small, but exceptional, staff. They begin preparations for continuing to follow the smuggling trail once they arrive in New York. Bond asks Tiffany what the next step is.
TIFFANY
When we get to New York, we are supposed to go to a boutique owned by a woman known as “Shady Tree”. She will give us the payment for the diamonds.
BOND
After that, Miss Ponsonby, I’ll send you back to London to deliver the money to M so the Quartermaster can get to work on finding out where it came from.
Ponsonby nods in agreement. They go back to their meal as they move closer to New York.
Int. – Airport Terminal, New York City – Day
The private jet lands in New York City the next morning. Bond, Tiffany, and Ponsonby exit the aircraft.. They are ushered through a private line in Customs by a young C.I.A. representative sent to meet them courtesy of Felix Leiter. He lets them bring the diamonds through without a second thought, along with Bond’s weapons and other gadgetry that would no doubt set off alarms in the public line. Bond takes Tiffany out to the street, hailing a taxi to take them to see Shady Tree.
Ext. – Shady Tree’s Store, New York City – Day
The taxi lets them out at the address Tiffany had given him for Shady Tree’s boutique. They stand outside, finding it not to be a boutique, but rather a shop specializing in the burlesque.
BOND
Is this the place?
TIFFANY
It’s the right address. It’s not what I was expecting, though.
Int. – Shady Tree’s Store, New York City – Day
Bond leads Tiffany and Ponsonby into the shop. They make their way through the aisles of merchandise until they find the counter in the back where SHADY TREE is working. Bond pours the diamonds out onto the counter.
SHADY TREE
Mr. Franks, I presume?
BOND
Yes. Now, about the money.
SHADY TREE
You don’t get the money here.
BOND
Why not?
SHADY TREE
That’s not how they run the operation. You’ll go to Las Vegas, to The Tiara. Play their new dreidel game. Bet the maximum on “gimel”. The game is rigged, and you’ll get your payment in the form of the winnings.
They leave the shop. Bond pays for a taxi to take them back to the airport. Ponsonby leaves for London aboard the private jet while Bond and Tiffany board a flight for Las Vegas.
Ext. – Roof of The Tiara, Las Vegas – Day
Jade and Kaya sit in deck chairs in front of the rooftop pool at The Cosmopolitan. Jade sips a margarita, seductively licking the salt from the rim of the glass before she puts it back down on the small table between their two chairs.
Jade adjusts the strap of her white bikini top, pulling it slightly to the side as to avoid tan lines. Kaya is sprawled out on the deck chair beside her, dressed in a black bikini.
JADE
What do you think about taking a vacation?
KAYA
That sounds really good. I could use one.
As they are talking, Kaya sees JACK, SERAFFIMO, and WILLIAM SPANG approaching them.
KAYA
Great. The ![[censored]](https://debrief.commanderbond.net/topic/61224-the-death-collector/style_emoticons/default/censored.gif)
s are here to spoil our fun.
Jack Spang steps out in front of his brothers and approaches the women.
JACK SPANG
Good afternoon, ladies!
JADE
Afternoon, Mr. Spang. You got our money?
Jack holds up a thick roll of bills.
JACK SPANG
Of course I’ve got your money.
He tosses the roll of bills to Jade. She hands it to Kaya, who starts counting it. Jack approaches Jade, taking a seat at the foot of the deck chair she reclines in.
JACK SPANG
So, any plans for the evening?
JADE
No.
JACK SPANG
How about you accompany me for a night of dinner and dancing?
JADE (suggestively)
And then what?
Jade flashes Jack a seductive smile, licking her lips slowly to complete the effect.
JACK SPANG
I’m sure we’d be able to find a way to entertain ourselves.
JADE
No.
JACK SPANG
Why not?
JADE
We go through this every time. You know why I’m not going out with you.
Jade reaches over and gives Kaya a reassuring pat on the leg. Kaya briefly puts her hand on Jade’s but never takes her eyes off of the money.
JACK SPANG
Well, you can’t blame me for trying. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
JADE
I won’t.
Jack rejoins his brothers, leaving Jade and Kaya alone once again.
SERAFFIMO SPANG
You’re an idiot.
Seraffimo slaps Jack on the back of the head to emphasize his point.
JACK SPANG
What did I do?
They leave the roof of the hotel. Jade reclines back into her chair as she and Kaya resume their afternoon of leisure.
Ext. – Airport, Las Vegas – Day
Bond leads Tiffany out of the airport terminal to the street, where MI6’s man in Vegas is waiting for Bond. In his hand he holds a set of keys to an Aston Martin V12 Vantage. Bond snatches the keys, allowing for only a quick greeting with the man before heading to the vehicle.
TIFFANY (amused)
Do you ever drive normal cars?
BOND
Rarely.
Bond begins driving towards the Vegas Strip.
BOND
We need to discuss our cover.
TIFFANY
What cover?
BOND
You’re posing as yourself. I’m posing as your boyfriend, Peter Franks.
TIFFANY
I don’t think so.
BOND
It’s the only legitimate way we can make the case for staying in the same hotel room. Otherwise, it’ll look suspicious.
TIFFANY
They know that I wasn’t in a relationship with Franks. They’ll see through it.
BOND
As far as they know, it just happened recently.
TIFFANY
I’m not sleeping with you, James.
BOND
I wasn’t planning on keeping up the cover in the suite.
TIFFANY
Good.
Bond pulls the Aston Martin up to the valet at The Tiara. An attendant opens the door for Tiffany and helps her out. Bond crosses behind the car and tosses the keys to the valet.
BOND
Be careful with her.
VALET
Yes, sir.
Int. – The Tiara Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas - Day
They check in and secure their hotel suite, the presidential suite on the highest floor available to the public. Bond escorts Tiffany to the room. She marvels at the upscale nature of the room, having never experienced such luxury before in her life.
BOND
We’ll go down to the casino tonight to collect the winnings. It’s about three o’clock now, so you’ve got about six hours.
TIFFANY
There’s one problem, James. I don’t have any luggage. We left Johannesburg in something of a hurry.
Bond reaches into his pocket and retrieves an impressive stack of American dollars. He counts off a few bills and hands them to Tiffany.
BOND
Go buy some clothes. You’re going to need a dress for when we go to the casino. Buy whatever else you need while you’re out.
Tiffany thumbs through the bills she was handed. They are all of the hundred dollar variety. She leaves the hotel suite.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The rest of Part 1 will be included in a post following this one. It was too large to fit into one post. Once it has received moderator approval, it will appear below this post.
Edited by tdalton, 25 February 2012 - 08:05 AM.