ICEBREAKER - PART TWO
SCENE 21
THE OLD TOWN, CARTAGENA, COLUMBIA
{Scenic shot}
The scene opens with a sweeping view of Cartagena’s fortifications bright in the sunshine.
{Cut to a long shot}
Bond walks through the Puerto del Reloj gateway and we follow him underneath the colonnade arches in the Plaza de los Coches. He is dressed in a casual cream suit and a cotton shirt, the top three buttons undone. He is wearing sunglasses.
{Close up}
Bond removes his glasses. He glances half-interestedly around him, puts back the sunglasses, and the strides forward.
Bond enters the Plaza de Bolivar and pauses in front of the imposing building of the Palacio de la Inquisicion.
He is approached by a suited man, dark haired and tanned. He also wears sunglasses and removes them. Squinting in the sunlight he looks first at the Palacio, then at Bond. This is Miguel Torres, the Head of Station CA.
TORRES
Cigarette?
BOND
No, thank you. I’m only sight seeing.
TORRES
And what have you seen.
BOND
{Removing his glasses and admiring two gorgeous local women who walk in front of them}
Some beautiful architecture.
TORRES
{Following his gaze}
Indeed.
{Holds out his hand}
Miguel Torres, Head of Station CA. Welcome to Cartagena.
BOND
{Looks at the hand and then back at Torres’ face}
James Bond.
{Pause}
It would have been far easier to meet at the station. Why all the secrecy and the recognition signal?
TORRES
I’m just trying to keep ahead of the local criminal fraternity. I expect they already know you are in Columbia. The concierge at your hotel is probably on a warlord’s payroll.
BOND
I’d best make my time here short. What do you have for me?
TORRES
I’ve managed to arrange an interview with the city police chief. He has volunteered to provide some limited access for you.
BOND
What time do I meet him?
TORRES
Now. I hope you’re hungry. We are going to the Quemada restaurant. It’s where he conducts most of his business.
They walk across the plaza.
BOND
Any chance of that cigarette?
TORRES
Sorry. I don’t smoke.
*****
SCENE 22
LA QUEMADA RESTAURANT
The restaurant is half full. It is shaded by window blinds and ceiling fans rotate creating a light breeze. Full length French windows line the far end of the room and tables can be seen on the roof terrace beyond.
Bond and Torres enter and there is noiseless exchange with the Head Waiter, who points across to the terrace.
Bond and Torres walk through the restaurant. On the terrace there is a huge table in one corner. It is not shaded. On the table are a large jug of iced water, in which several halved limes float, and three ashtrays. At the table sits Chief Gomez, a long cigar between his mouth. He is a large moustachioed man. He wears an expensive, but ill-fitting suit. He sweats profusely and gives the appearance of being something of a glutton.
Gomez rises off his chair to greet them, but does not move around the table or extend his hand. He merely gestures towards the other chairs at the table.
GOMEZ
{In Spanish}
Welcome, welcome, Miguel. It is good to see you again. And this is Mr. Bond?
TORRES
{In Spanish}
Thank you, Santiago. Of course. James, meet Chief Gomez.
Gomez and Bond exchange nods of the head and all three men take seats at the table. Gomez leans back and waves towards the waiter, who scurries over.
GOMEZ
{In Spanish}
Three club beers. And some bunuelos to eat.
BOND
{In Spanish}
An excellent dish. Good for a working lunch.
GOMEZ
Thank you, Mr Bond. We will speak in your language. My English is better than your Spanish, I think.
{He laughs, loudly, with his mouth open, this happens with almost every sentence.}
And how have you found Cartagena?
BOND
Very pleasant. Some what hot.
GOMEZ
Of course, of course. But what ever else you can say of Columbia, you cannot fault our beer, our food or our hospitality.
The beer arrives and Bond takes a sip.
BOND
That’s very refreshing.
GOMEZ
And where do you stay, Mr Bond?
BOND
The Capilla del Mar.
GOMEZ
Ha! I see Miguel has not been looking after you. Next time you come, stay at the Hilton. Tell them you are a friend of Santiago Gomez. They will find you an excellent room.
{He extravagantly clicks his fingers}
Like this.
BOND
I will remember that.
TORRES {Tactfully}
We were hoping to discuss something of the Zatopek case.
Gomez reaches beside him and produces a file, which he lays on the table, close to Bond.
GOMEZ
You know how to spoil a good lunch, Miguel.
That is the file. You can read it while we eat. It’s not an exceptional case. It happened two or three years ago. We knew him quite well; he paid us handsomely for turning a blind eye to some of his activities. But the idiot tried to squeeze the war lords.
{Gomez shakes his head}
Bond takes the file and glances through its opening pages.
BOND
The man we believe to be Emil Zatopek was killed in London two days ago by a terrorist bomb.
Gomez reaches forward and without looking removes one page from the file. It is an A4 size black and white photograph of a corpse.
GOMEZ
As far as I am concerned, that is Emil Zatopek.
BOND
Is the file closed? Who killed him?
GOMEZ
As I say; he tried to, eh, “muscle in” on the war lord’s territory.
{He shrugs}
We never knew who killed him. There are hundreds of deaths like his every year. It is too hard to investigate them all.
Gomez tosses the photo onto the table and dramatically jabs a finger at it
GOMEZ
{With an air of impatience}
This Zatopek was a fool. He is better off dead.
Bond peruses the file and extracts another photograph. This one shows Zatopek sitting in La Quemada, at the very table Gomez presides over. He is in conversation with a suave looking business man.
BOND
{Showing the photo to Gomez}
Who is this man?
GOMEZ {Grunts}
That? That is Hector Martinez: shipping magnate. Zatopek hired his cargo ships for, eh, transportation purposes.
BOND
Is he a war lord?
GOMEZ
Hector Martinez is a respectable man. Of course in the past he was not always so respectable. But we should not be captives of the past. I am sure you too have skeletons to hide, Mr Bond, eh?
The waiter returns with three dishes loaded with bunuelos and covered in a rich tomato sauce. Gomez’s face brightens into a wide smile and he rubs his hands and picks up a napkin while the waiter places one of the dishes in front of him.
GOMEZ
Ah, food! Excellent! No more talk. Let us eat.
Gomez uses his fingers to pick up some of the dish and stuffs it messily into his mouth, while Bond and Torres watch with muted disdain.
GOMEZ
{With a full mouth}
Try it. It is very good.
*****
SCENE 23
A SOUVENIR SHOP ON A BUSY STREET
{Exterior}
Bond and Torres walk towards the front door.
{Interior}
The shop is full of trinkets and cheap souvenirs. A bored shop keeper nods his head at them as the two men pass straight through the shop to the back wall.
BOND
I wasn’t impressed with Gomez.
TORRES
No one is. It is only, how shall I say, his connections that keep him in his position.
Torres shakes a bell pull and a section of the back wall springs open, revealing a staircase heading to a secret cellar. He indicates for Bond to enter.
*****
SCENE 24
STATION CA
Bond emerges into the offices of Station CA. It is a spacious room, divided into several sections, but all of them open to each other as there is no concrete, only steel pillars and glass. One or two employees should be seated at computer desks.
BOND
Who is Hector Martinez?
TORRES
He’s an extravagant multi-millionaire. Publicly he made his fortune building up Columbia’s fifth biggest export consortium. But he only obtained full control after some rather nasty intimidation of the company’s board.
BOND
And in private he’s a drug lord.
TORRES
Yes. The cocaine traffic subsidises his company. Martinez declares huge taxes against his legitimate businesses, so the government won’t prosecute him.
BOND
I’d like to meet him.
TORRES
That could be difficult. The Reinada de Cartagena starts tonight. Martinez always hosts a charity evening for local dignitaries at the Caribe Hotel and Casino.
BOND
Can you get me an invite?
TORRES
It’s a big night, James. Tickets are like gold dust. You’d probably have to steal one.
*****
SCENE 25
THE CARIBE HOTEL
{Exterior – Long shot}
Limousines, Mercedes and Rolls Royce luxury cars are delivering guests outside the hotel, which is bathed in laser and spot lights.
{Close up}
Bond walks up the hotel esplanade. He is dressed in a tuxedo. He deliberately follows close behind a group of guests who have just exited their luxury car. Feigning drunkenness, Bond clatters into the lead man of the group, apologises profusely, uttering some words of apology in Spanish and moves away. Bond pockets his stolen invite inside his jacket. Bond strides confidently towards the entrance to the Hotel Casino and Ballroom. As he does so his eye is distracted by a tall, blonde woman wearing a midnight blue dinner dress, slit almost to the waist, revealing her long shapely legs. She also is stealing an invitation. This is Rivke Ingber.
*****
SCENE 26
THE BALLROOM
The ballroom should have no particular decoration, but need to be occupied with the good and the great, wearing their finest. It should not be too tacky, with a good mix of ages and sexes. Waiters and waitresses walk the floor with trays of canapés or
Champagne.
{The band plays samba music which will accompany the scene}
Bond enters the ballroom. He accepts a glass of champagne and watches the dancing for a few moments. Across the ballroom he notices Rivke Ingber and watches her for a few seconds. Rivke is talking to a be-suited man. She looks about her, seemingly aware she is being watched and looks directly at Bond. Bond raises his glass. Rivke turns away.
Bond moves away from the dancing and into the bar area, where he spies Gomez, dressed in an ill-fitting dinner suit, talking to a beautiful young woman, Juanita, who is Martinez’s secretary. Juanita is a dark haired, tan skinned woman in her early twenties. There is a hint of cheekiness about her; she should be sexy in a kittenish way. She is dressed in a revealing white taffeta gown. Bond approaches them, a big smile on his face.
BOND
Good evening, Chief Gomez. How good to see you again.
GOMEZ
Ha! Mr Bond! Such a surprise. I had no idea Miguel had such good contacts.
BOND
Well, after your recommendation at lunch, I felt I needed to take advantage of Cartagena’s wonderful hospitality. I thought perhaps Hector Martinez could show me some of its night life.
JUANITA
{In Spanish}
Santiago, who is this man?
GOMEZ
{In Spanish}
A policeman, from England. A small security matter.
JUANITA
{In Spanish}
Now, Santiago, you know all these matters need to be referred to Senor Martinez.
BOND
{In Spanish}
I am sure Chief Gomez meant no offence. I am merely curious. The investigation is quite trivial. I understand Senor Martinez is an exceptional host.
JUANITA
And so he should be. Senor Martinez owns the hotel. It makes entertaining much easier.
BOND
Of course it does, Miss…ah?
JUANITA
I am Juanita. Senor Martinez’s personal secretary.
BOND
I’m very pleased to meet you. Is Senor Martinez present today?
JUANITA
Come with me. Let me introduce you - as you are so curious.
Juanita and Bond exit the ballroom, leaving Gomez floundering, almost in a panic.
*****
SCENE 27
THE CASINO
Bond and Juanita enter the casino, which once again features a good looking, well balanced crowd. The casino is not too opulent, but there should be plenty of space between the gaming tables.
{Music accompanies the scene}
Bond and Juanita approach the chemin de fer table, where a substantial crowd is gathered. Hector Martinez sits with the card shoe before him, several piles of gaming chips of different denominations in front of him on the baize. Martinez is a much younger man than expected, well dressed, clean shaven and tidy. He exudes power without having to be physically powerful. At his shoulder stands Seth, his body guard, a tall, wiry character, whose face is lined with three or four scars. As Bond and Juanita push to the front, there is an audible buzz from the crowd and Martinez begins to collect even more chips from his opponents.
MARTINEZ
{In Spanish}
The saint’s have blessed my table with good fortune tonight.
BOND
Senor Martinez would do well to remember the table has no memory.
MARTINEZ {Quizzically}
And you are?
BOND
Bond. James Bond.
JUANITA
Mr Bond is from London. Chief Gomez entertained him at lunch today. I am surprised he didn’t tell you.
MARTINEZ
Yes. So am I.
BOND
I am sure it was a small oversight. If there is a chair I will gladly pit my wits against your saints.
Martinez gestures and a player moves from his seat. Bond takes his place and hands a sheaf of notes to the croupier, who gestures towards the floor manager.
BOND
Can you change these for me?
FLOOR MANAGER
Euros? Of course, Senor.
BOND
And what is the table currency?
FLOOR MANAGER
Tonight we play in U.S. Dollars, Senor.
BOND
Very good. Oh, and a vodka martini. Shaken.
FLOOR MANAGER
Certainly, Senor.
Juanita moves around the table, taking up a position close to Seth. While this happens, the conversation continues.
{The following sequence should be a series of close ups and medium shots}
MARTINEZ
And what brings you to Cartagena, Mr Bond?
BOND
A matter of death. A man was killed in London. He was last reported here in Columbia. I believe you knew him
MARTINEZ
Really? I have a great many associates. And so many seem to die. But I have no business in London. Who was this man?
BOND
Emil Zatopek. According to your police chief, he was killed here three years ago. You had some dealings with him. Transportation.
The Floor Manager returns with the chips and Bond creates two chip-towers in front of him.
MARTINEZ
{Pausing}
I remember the incident. Most unfortunate. We did good business for a year or so. Let us see if I can do equally good business tonight. With the cards.
Martinez slaps out the first card and the camera closes in on Juanita’s face as she studies Bond. The scene should fade away, indicating that some time is passing.
{Music continues}
Bond’s pile of chips has grown considerably, but so has Martinez’s, who is again collecting chips from the centre of the table.
MARTINEZ {Triumphantly}
Another banco! That is three in a row.
The seats, which were once full, have depleted by half. The card player to Bond’s right rises from his seat. No body replaces him at the table.
CARD PLAYER
That’s me out. There’s not enough luck to go around this table.
BOND
{With a quick glance towards the empty seat}
Your luck has made the table nervous, Senor Martinez.
{Pause, leaning forward}
Banco.
MARTINEZ
So at last you show your colours, Mr Bond.
BOND
Not even the saint’s will help you win four. The table always turns on four.
MARTINEZ
We shall see.
Martinez slaps out the cards, two for each. Bond flicks over the first card. It is a nine of diamonds.
MARTINEZ
A good card, Mr Bond.
BOND
So good I’ll face my second card.
He turns it over nonchalantly and it lands next to the first card. It is a ten of spades. The crowd takes a deep collective breath. Martinez turns over his cards. He has a queen and an eight of hearts, losing by a pip. The crowd utters an “ahhh” of disappointment.
MARTINEZ
A win. Let us go again.
Martinez distributes the cards. Bond turns over a six and wins to Martinez’s five. This time the crowd noise is more admirable.
MARTINEZ
Do you have the green fingers of the baize, Mr Bond?
BOND
No. But I make my own luck. Unlike Emil Zatopek.
MARTINEZ
Zatopek is a ghost Mr Bond. A ghost best confined to his grave. Let me pass you the bank.
BOND
{Considering}
No. Two coups is good work. I’ll pass the bank.
{He starts to rise}
MARTINEZ
{Over the buzz of crowd comment}
You withdraw? Oh come now, where is the sportsmanship in that? I can’t let the bank go down like that. Let me buy it.
Martinez deposits some chips onto the table.
BOND {Sitting back down}
All right.
{Accompanied by crowd astonishment}
Then let me say “Banco.”
MARTINEZ {Quietly}
Is it Zatopek you are hunting, James Bond, or me?
BOND
No; the truth.
Martinez flicks out the four cards. Bond looks at them under his hand. He has a five of hearts and a ten of clubs.
BOND {Firmly}
No card.
Martinez flicks over his cards. He has a king of spades and a five of diamonds, the same score. Martinez draws a final card and produces a nine, leaving his count at four. Bond turns his two cards and the crowd erupts in applause at the deception. Martinez sits back, a snarl on his face, as the chips are counted from his pile into Bond’s.
MARTINEZ
{With malice}
Perhaps I am not the only one at this table who will not reveal the truth.
BOND {Rising to his feet}
{To the croupier}
Have these cashed for me will you.
{To Martinez}
It was a good game. I thank you for your hospitality. You are indeed a gracious host.
MARTINEZ
Whatever it was you came to find Mr Bond, you will not find it here. I suggest you enjoy your winnings quickly. You do not want to share the luck of Emil Zatopek.
BOND
I will remember that.
Bond leaves the table. As he exits, the shot should take in Rivke Ingber, who has watched the proceedings. Martinez turns to Juanita and Seth.
MARTINEZ
{In Spanish}
{To Juanita}
Follow him. Find out what he wants. He isn’t an ordinary attaché.
{To Seth}
Get me that idiot Gomez.
*****
SCENE 28
THE BALLROOM
Juanita catches up with Bond and touches his arm to attract his attention.
JUANITA
That was amazing, Senor Bond. You showed some real skill. It is not often Hector is deceived so easily.
BOND
You think it was easy? And when did Senor Martinez become Hector?
JUANITA
In the same circumstance that Senor Bond became James.
BOND
{Looking her up and down, then smiling at the edges of his mouth}
I see. And what would Hector Martinez’s personal assistant have to offer me?
JUANITA
Firstly: a dance. I’m rather good. The rest is up to you.
Bond escorts Juanita onto the ballroom floor and they start to dance a slow samba, their movements should be sensual and the camera needs to cut to shots of their hands, mouths faces, feet and hips as they gently seduce each other.
BOND
So tell me, Juanita, what is it like to work for Hector Martinez - businessman, gambler, playboy and a drug lord.
JUANITA
There is much compensation. You should not be too hard on him. Even a drug lord can generous.
BOND
You enjoy that?
JUANITA
Don’t think me a fool, James; I am quite good with men. But with Hector – sometimes it is pleasant.
BOND
And the other times?
JUANITA
He is a demanding man.
BOND
You are not a wilting flower, Juanita. You don’t run to the nearest man for protection. What do you want from me?
JUANITA
Hector wants me to learn about you.
BOND
And what have you learnt so far?
JUANITA
You have a good samba; some elegance. It’s rather charming.
BOND
And you didn’t lie. You’re an excellent dancer.
JUANITA
I was dancer before Hector found me - seduced me. It was in his penthouse, the most luxurious place I had ever seen. I was captured instantly.
BOND
Perhaps I should visit him there. He might be more co-operative.
JUANITA
You won’t have far to go. The penthouse is on the top floor of the hotel.
BOND
Here?
JUANITA
Of course. I told you, Hector owns the Caribe.
The dance finishes. Bond and Juanita separate and he nods his head by way of thanks.
BOND
Thank you, Juanita. I hope we meet again.
JUANITA
So do I, Senor Bond. Do not forget me.
Bond exits the ballroom.
*****
SCENE 29
THE BALLROOM
{This scene can be inter-cut with Scene 28}
Chief Gomez is watching Bond and Juanita dance. He is approached by Seth.
SETH {In Spanish}
Gomez. Senor Martinez wishes to see you.
GOMEZ
{Taking a hefty slug of champagne}
Okay, okay.
*****
SCENE 30
THE CASINO MANAGER’S OFFICE
Martinez sits in the chair behind a large leather panelled desk. The office is lit by two small chandeliers.
Gomez enters, flanked by Seth. He is nervous and starts to sweat. The scene should be conducted in Spanish.
MARTINEZ
Tell me, Gomez. When the British government sends an agent to Cartagena to spy on me, do you not think it wise to inform me?
GOMEZ
Very wise.
MARTINEZ
And yet here is James Bond. And I know nothing about him.
GOMEZ
I was going to tell you. I forgot. We had a good lunch, you see….
MARTINEZ
A man whose stomach rules his brain. Your re-election is due in six months. I can’t wait that long, Gomez. I will provide for your family, but you have ceased to be useful to me.
Gomez starts to protest, but Martinez ignores him and strides towards the door.
MARTINEZ {To Seth}
Deal with it.
*****
SCENE 31
PENTHOUSE LEVEL
The lift lights blink, indicating the top floor, level 27, and the elevator doors slides noiselessly open. Bond steps out of them and finds himself in a long hallway, with plush carpets and marble walls. At each end of the hallway is a door. Seated on a chaise long opposite the elevator is a huge Negro, the doorman, dressed in a tight fitting suit.
BOND
Good evening.
The doorman rises and we take in his full height and bulk. Bond stands looking up at him.
DOORMAN
No guests here.
He points back to the elevator. Bond presses the call button and the doors slide open again.
BOND
My apologies.
Bond enters the elevator and presses the button for level 26.
*****
SCENE 32
LEVEL 26
Bond exits the lift. The corridor he finds himself in is decorated in a similar fashion, but continues past where the penthouse doors would be and around the corners. Bond walks to the left and continues to the farthest room. He produces his Q-branch pen and reverses the pocket slide. He uses this to operate the magnetic door lock. Bond enters the hotel suite, which should be in darkness, lit only by the outside moonlight. Bond walks across the floor to the balcony doors and opens them. He steps out and peers over the edge. The party is in full swing below him around the swimming pool and open air bar. The lasers from the esplanade penetrate the sky. The sound of distant traffic mixes with the hotel band and the voices of the hundreds of guests.
Bond glances up. The overhang of the penthouse suite above can clearly be seen, slightly to the right of where he stands.
{Close up}
He removes his belt and extracts the titanium silk wire. The end of the wire should have a screw grip on it, about the size of a bullet. Bond next takes out his Ruger Magnum and extracts the bullet clip. He attaches the gripper dart to the screw grip and then puts the gripper dart into an empty, specially prepared bullet clip. The chamber shuts over the dart and the eight meters of wire hangs down from the butt of the gun. Bond aims the Ruger at the parapet above and pulls the trigger.
{Close up}
The dart sticks into the cement of the parapet.
Bond tugs on the wire, testing the gripper. He pulls the wire through the gun butt, replacing the empty clip with the bullet laden one. Bond wraps the wire around his arm and his waist, tying it firmly with his belt. He then sits on the balcony rail, his legs hanging off the edge. He takes a glance down and then pushes himself off.
Bond hangs in the air, spiralling as he seeks to steady the wire. Then gradually he is able to haul himself up the wire to the parapet, take hold of the penthouse balcony wall and climb over it.
*****
SCENE 33
AN UNDERGROUND CAR PARK
Seth and two other goons are escorting Gomez towards a black Mercedes, with tinted windows. Gomez is pleading for mercy.
*****
SCENE 34
PENTHOUSE SUITE
{Exterior}
Bond is on a patio balcony. It is illuminated with soft lighting. A selection of sun beds surrounds a ten metre swimming pool. The far side of the patio is lined with windows and patio doors, which all lead into the penthouse. Two of the window doors should be open and the edges white net curtains flutter in the breeze. Bond skirts the pool and approaches the patio doors. He walks through into the penthouse.
{Interior}
Bond turns on a lamp. The penthouse is now in half-light, but it can still be seen as very opulent. There is more marble walls and think pile carpets. There should be modern art paintings on the walls and a selection of Henry Moore-style sculptures line one wall. The suite should be huge, open plan and with windows lining its whole length. Opposite the windows is a huge man sized replica of Fernando Botero’s La Corrida.
Bond peruses the suite, searching for an office, but he doesn’t find one. However he notes that the doors leading to the bedrooms at the rear of the suite leave a cavity in the middle, somewhere beyond the replica Botero.
Bond studies the painting at distance and then crosses to a table, which has a series of push buttons on it. Tentatively he presses them and lights flicker on and off, music switches on and off, televisions switch on and off. Bond walks to the painting and studies it closely. The painting doesn’t hang on the wall, but seems to be sitting in something resembling a door frame. He runs his hand down the left hand side and then the right. He stops half way, fiddles momentarily and there is a click. The painting springs open on its hinges revealing a metal door with a keypad safe combination lock.
BOND
Open sesame.
He takes out the x-ray disc and holds it to the door. The LCD screen reveals the lock mechanism. Bond proceeds to test various numbers and the LCD shows when the correct numbers are pressed and the locks move. It is a four digit code. When the locks click into place, Bond turns the handle and the door swings open to reveal an office lined with filing cabinets and computers. The lights are switched on framing Bond in their glow.
BOND
Ah, Aladdin’s Cave.
*****
SCENES 35, 36, 37
These scenes should be inter-cut, for dramatic effect and also to show the passing of time.
*****
SCENE 35
THE BALLROOM
Juanita is approached by Martinez. Their conversation is in Spanish.
MARTINEZ
Has Bond left the party?
JUANITA
Yes, Hector. Some time ago. I don’t think you will have any trouble with him. He is curious, nothing more.
MARTINEZ
Perhaps. Did you find out anything about him?
JUANITA
He is a good dancer.
MARTINEZ {Laughing}
A man of many talents. Come, it has been a long time since we danced.
They walk to the dance floor and proceed to dance a lively rumba, which attracts the attention of the other dancers, who stop and watch. When their dance ends, there is a round of spontaneous applause.
*****
SCENE 36
PENTHOUSE SUITE
Bond sits at the computer terminal. He produces a memory stick and inserts it into the output point. The screen begins to flash a series of instructions, uncovering the passwords and email numbers.
BOND {Musing}
Sometimes, Q, you just don’t provide me with the right equipment.
Bond uncovers evidence of Martinez’s corruption bribes, including the thousands of dollars paid to Gomez. He also finds a statement for a safe deposit box with the Grand Cayman Trinity Bank. It is registered in the names of Hector Martinez and Otto Von Gloda.
BOND
Hmm. Otto Von Gloda. Worth remembering.
There is a beep indicating incoming email and Bond logs on.
*****
SCENE 37
THE WATERFRONT
The Mercedes stops beside a series of empty warehouses. Seth steps out of the car, pulling Gomez with him. The two goons lead the way to the nearest warehouse and Gomez is thrown inside. Seth produces a knuckle duster and starts to beat Gomez about the face. The two goons also get involved, kicking and punching Gomez, breaking both his legs. Eventually the torture is stopped. Seth tears off Gomez’s tie and stuffs it into his mouth. The three men drag Gomez to the waterfront and toss him, still breathing, into the water to drown.
*****
SCENE 38
THE BALLROOM
Martinez and Juanita are walking back towards the Casino. They talk in Spanish.
JUANITA
Hector, I am getting very tired. It has been a long evening.
MARTINEZ
I have some business associates to entertain. I know they wish to meet you. However, perhaps I need you fresh for the morning.
{He takes her hand and kisses it}
Until then.
*****
SCENE 39
PENTHOUSE SUITE
Bond leans forward. The email reads:
“Drop 39 successful. Delivery of goods to Ice Palace in 3 days. OVG.”
BOND
Otto Von Gloda.
He hears the sound of a door opening and rushes to exit the office.
*****
SCENE 40
PENTHOUSE LEVEL
Juanita thanks the doorman, who is holding open the door for her. She wears a shoulder wrap and carries a small clutch handbag. She enters the penthouse.
{Interior}
Juanita takes off her shoulder wrap, tossing it and her clutch bag onto a chair near the door. She walks a few paces into the penthouse, stretches and yawns, extenuating the shape of her figure. A light switches on and we see Bond sitting, legs crossed, in the chair opposite the painting. Startled, Juanita gasps and takes a pace back.
JUANITA
Senor Bond!
BOND
Sorry. Did I frighten you?
JUANITA
A little. How did you get in?
BOND
I’m a man of many talents. You did ask not to forget you.
{Bond pauses, and rises, approaching her}
This was what you wanted wasn’t it?
JUANITA
{Stretching out a hand and touching Bond’s chest to stop him getting closer}
Maybe.
BOND
Was the party too much for you?
JUANITA
It was getting a little dull.
BOND
We could always start a party of own.
JUANITA
{Moving closer}
Just the two of us, Senor Bond?
BOND
I thought you were going to call me James?
They kiss hungrily.
*****
SCENE 41
PENTHOUSE BEDROOM
The bedroom is in half light. A huge circular bed sits at its centre. There is no head board. The sheets are ruffled and several pillows are scattered on the bed and the floor. Bond slides out from under the sheet. Juanita, naked, rolls over to occupy the space he has left, sighing contentedly. Bond starts to dress. Juanita rouses herself, watching him.
JUANITA
You’re leaving?
BOND
I have to. I’m sure you don’t want Martinez to find me here.
JUANITA
What kind of attaché wears a gun?
BOND
A very dangerous one. I’m afraid you mix with all the wrong people Juanita.
JUANITA
All people have faults.
Bond pulls on his jacket and turns to look at her. He has left his shirt undone at the top and his bow tie is loose around his neck. He reaches down and strokes Juanita’s hair. She snuggles into the bedclothes.
JUANITA
That was quite something, James. We should make a habit of it.
Bond turns away and walks out of the room.
BOND {Muttering}
I hope not.
*****
SCENE 42
PENTHOUSE LEVEL
The penthouse door opens and Bond walks confidently down the hallway. He presses the call button for the elevator while the astonished doorman looks at him and then at the door.
DOORMAN
But….
BOND {Smiling}
I know. No guests allowed.
Bond turns and tips him generously. The doors slide open and Bond steps into the lift.
BOND
Goodnight.
*****
SCENE 43
CARIBE HOTEL RECEPTION HALL
Bond leaves the elevator and crosses the reception hall joining a group of anonymous guests who are leaving the party. He spots Rivke Ingber watching him, smiles broadly at her and exits through the main entrance.
{Exterior}
Bond walks across the hotel esplanade towards the taxi rank. Lapkin, a tall fair haired Russian, approaches him.
LAPKIN
Good evening, Mr Bond.
BOND {Showing mild surprise}
Good evening.
LAPKIN
My name is Lapkin. I would be happy if you would accompany us, Mr Bond. There is much to discuss.
BOND
Us?
Lapkin indicates towards a Limousine, at which stand three more Russians, all in suits, all watching.
BOND
I don’t suppose this can wait until the morning?
{Lapkin shakes his head}
I thought not.
*****
SCENE 44
CASTILLO DE SAN FELIPE DE BARAJAS
{Exterior}
The castle is lit by orange floodlights. The moon should be low on the horizon, illuminating the sea with a sparkling white glow.
The Limousine is driven through the main castle gates and into the central courtyard. At a distance we see Bond, Lapkin and the heavies get out of the car and walk across the courtyard to a doorway.
*****
SCENE 45
KOLYA MOSOLOV’S H.Q.
{Interior, a tunnel}
Bond is led down one of the castles interconnecting tunnels. The footsteps of the group echo loudly in the confined space. The only lights are from small fluorescent tubes positioned at intervals down the walls.
The group stops outside a heavy wood panelled door. Lapkin wraps on it with his open palm and pushes open the door slightly.
Bond kicks out at Lapkin’s backside and he tumbles forwards, smashing his head on the door. Turning Bond engages in a quick fight with the three Russians. He despatches one of them quickly with a blow to the neck and another by slamming his forehead against the tunnel wall. The third is tougher and the two of them wrestle and punch, staggering through the door, where Bond finally subdues him with a knee to the groin. While he collapse, Lapkin is rising groggily to his feet.
{Interior, Mosolov’s office}
The office should have bare stone walls, a smattering of cabinets and tables. At its centre is a desk. Kolya Mosolov is standing behind it. He is fair haired, wiry and wears expensive spectacles. Although he was seen outside Paula Vacker’s apartment, the shots of Mosolov should give no indication that it is the same person. He is dressed in an expensive suit, possible Gucci or Yves Saint Laurent.
MOSOLOV
Nieyt! Enough!
Lapkin and the other guard stop. They stagger to one side, nursing wounds. Mosolov walks to the other side of the desk and then towards a drinks cabinet.
MOSOLOV
Come in, Mr Bond. It is James Bond, isn’t it?
BOND
Yes. And you are?
MOSOLOV
I am General Kolya Mosolov of the Federal Security Service. What you know as the Russian F.B.S. A vodka, Mr Bond?
BOND
Why? Is this a social occasion?
Mosolov pours two vodkas and hands one to Bond, which he takes anyway. They both swallow the drinks in one slug. Mosolov refills the glasses.
MOSOLOV
I must say I was very surprised to find you here in Cartagena.
BOND
You have a well hidden head quarters. I would never have expected to find you here either.
MOSOLOV
When the castle was restored for tourism, the KGB offered some financial assistance. This was our return. It’s old, but functional.
BOND
And why have you brought me here?
Mosolov sits down and indicates for Bond to do the same.
MOSOLOV
Because you are a fool, Mr Bond. My agents have had Martinez under observation for months. He’s responsible for shipping millions of tons of cocaine into Russia.
BOND
I’m here to investigate the death of Emil Zatopek.
MOSOLOV
Who was my double agent.
BOND
And a member of the N.S.A.
MOSOLOV
You think I didn’t know this? We’ve been closing in on the N.S.A. for some time. Zatopek was my key man, but someone must have suspected him.
BOND
Martinez?
MOSOLOV
I think so. He’s the front man for all their finances. The drug trade is feeding millions into the terrorist’s funds. Your interest in Zatopek will only make him tighten up his operation. I’ll never get another man on the inside.
BOND
Maybe not; but if you are so certain Martinez is part of the N.S.A. surely we can find an edge, an angle to make him careless.
MOSOLOV {Incredulously}
We?
BOND
I was thinking perhaps we could work together. The N.S.A. is an international threat. You could use my help.
MOSOLOV
No, Mr Bond, I think not. You would help me most by returning to London.
*****
SCENE 46
HOTEL CAPILLA DEL MAR - RECEPTION AND COCKTAIL LOUNGE.
{Scenic shot}
Dawn. The sun is rising across Cartagena.
{Exterior}
Bond passes through the entrance doors.
{Interior, the Reception hall}
Bond approaches the front desk and picks up his key.
NIGHT CLERK
Mr Bond. There is someone waiting for you; a lady.
The night clerk indicates the open doors opposite. Bond turns and walks into the cocktail lounge.
The cocktail lounge is empty except for the barman and Rivke Ingber. She sits on a bar stool at the bar; her long legs are crossed and exposed by the slits of her evening gown. She faces the entrance and is stirring a cocktail with a cherry on a stick. She indicates the stool next to her. The barman is pouring a drink into a glass for him.
RIVKE
A vodka martini, Mr Bond. To break the ice.
BOND {Sitting}
You’ve been watching me for some time Miss…eh…
RIVKE
Rivke Ingber.
BOND
My pleasure. And why are you so interested in me, Rivke? You are not just a beautiful thief.
RIVKE {Laughing}
We both seem to be very adept at getting what we want. I want to find out about Emil Zatopek.
BOND
Zatopek is dead. Whether it happened two years or two days ago, he’s dead. Why is everyone so interested in this drug smuggler?
RIVKE
He was sighted and identified in Tel Aviv. My people thought he was dead also.
BOND
Your people?
RIVKE
Mossad.
BOND
But you’re not an Israeli, Rivke.
RIVKE
No, James, I’m not by birth. My mother is a German protestant missionary, my father a Jewish Nazi hunter. They met in Paraguay. It was where I was born. But now I am an Israeli citizen.
BOND
You became a Jew?
RIVKE
I went to Israel on my twentieth birthday. They did everything to put me off, but I stuck it out, even the military service. It was my service record that clinched it. Colonel Zamir sent for me himself. The head of Mossad; I couldn’t believe it. But he was very clear. Mossad had need of agents like me. My intelligence; my combat skills; my language skills; my physique. He was very specific about the last one.
BOND
I’m sure he was. Is Mossad aware that Zatopek was a double agent for the F.B.S? Kolya Mosolov infiltrated him into the N.S.A.
RIVKE
Not at first. I’ve met with Mosolov, but he’s refusing to co-operate. He doesn’t take me seriously.
BOND
Perhaps he doesn’t understand your service motto.
RIVKE
“We are good at our task because the alternative is too horrifying to contemplate.”
BOND
And are you good, Rivke?
RIVKE
Can a bird fly?
BOND
Mosolov must be an idiot.
RIVKE
Or a chauvinist. I’m not sure he was comfortable working with a woman.
BOND
I’ve never had that trouble myself.
RIVKE
So I understand. Your reputation lies before you.
BOND {Raising his glass in a mock toast}
If Martinez is implicated with the N.S.A. he’s leaving very little evidence. I raided his office tonight. There’s precious little to see.
RIVKE
Perhaps Martinez keeps it under lock and key.
BOND
Lock and key? Of course! The Grand Caymans. Martinez has a safe deposit account with the Trinity Bank.
RIVKE
Can we access it?
BOND
Of course we can.
{Smiling slyly}
I memorised the account number.
*****
SCENE 47
STATION CA
Bond and Rivke sit at a desk, dressed in casual clothes. Miguel Torres enters with two passports in his hands.
TORRES
There you go, James, two false passports in the names of Mr and Mrs Martinez.
BOND
That’s excellent, Miguel, you’ve been a great help.
TORRES
It’s been a pleasure. I hope it goes well for you in the Caymans.
Bond and Rivke stand to leave.
TORRES
By the way, they pulled Gomez’s body out of the harbour this morning. It seems Hector Martinez needs a new police chief. Be careful both of you.
RIVKE
We will, Miguel. And thank you.
*****