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hwp GUN BARREL LOGO OPENS ON
GENEVA SWITZERLAND, an unnaturally clean city that melds old
Europe with new money of both dubious and legitimate source.
INT. HALLWAY OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
An engraved brass plaque announcing the name of the 몷private
banking institute몸 within.
INT. PENTHOUSE BANK OFFICE - GENEVA - DAY
JAMES BOND, dressed impeccably as ever, is being FRISKED by
three THUGS in Armani suits. They remove A GUN from inside
his jacket, a well-concealed knife, a metal case, laying them
on the desk that separates Bond and...
LACHAISE...an extremely well-groomed gentleman. Behind him,
three floor-to-ceiling windows lead out to a rooftop garden.
LACHAISE
Not the usual Swiss procedure, Mr. Bond,
but you understand, a man in my
position..
BOND
Which is neutral, no doubt.
Lachaise takes the joke a little tight-lipped. Gestures for
Bond to sit.
A GIRL ENTERS, a gorgeous Swiss bombshell in a pin-striped
suit. She pushes a cart. On it are a BRIEFCASE and a box of
EXPENSIVE CIGARS, which she offers to Lachaise and Bond.
LACHAISE
It wasn몶t easy, but I retrieved the
money. No doubt Sir Robert will be
pleased to see it again.
The efficient Cigar Girl brings the briefcase to Bond,
setting it in his lap and opening it up...inside is a good
deal of CASH in pound sterling.
LACHAISE
In the current exchange rate, minus the
fees, of course, and certain
unforeseeable expenses. Here is the
receipt...
The CIGAR GIRL offers Bond a RECEIPT...
CIGAR GIRL
Would you like to check my figures?
BOND
Perhaps later.
She steps back. Bond reaches for the metal case on the
desk...the THUGS TENSE...
BOND
My glasses.
Lachaise nods. Bond can have his glasses.
He puts them on, gives a cursory look at the receipt...an odd
number in pound sterling, calculated down to the penny:
3,030,303.03.
LACHAISE
It몶s all there.
Bond folds the receipt, slips it into his WALLET...then, he
removes the glasses, slowly, deliberately, eyeing Lachaise.
BOND
I didn몶t come for the money. The report
you sold him was stolen from an MI-6
agent, who was killed for it.
He takes a photo from his jacket and lays it on the desk.
LACHAISE
I did not get the report from an MI-6
agent.
BOND
Who did you get it from?
LACHAISE
I am just a middle man. I am doing the
honourable thing and returning the money
to its rightful owner...
BOND
And we know how difficult that can be for
the Swiss.
LACHAISE
(controlled fury)
Your last chance. Take the money.
BOND
Your last chance. Give me the name.
LACHAISE
Stripped of all your weaponry, you still
threaten me?
He nods. An Armani thug steps up and takes out a gun...
BOND
Perhaps you failed to take into account
my...hidden assets.
Bond몶s mouth edges into a smile. A flicker of doubt on
Lachaise몶s face -- as Bond몶s finger finds a protrusion on the
tiny arm of his glasses and...
KABOOM! The pistol on the table FLASHES...blinding those
around, they cover their eyes, stagger back...it is a brief
effect, just enough to disorient the thugs and give Bond his
opening...
He KARATE-CHOPS HENCHMAN #1 unconscious, taking his gun.
Kicks HENCHMEN #2 in the face and throws #3 OUT THE WINDOW
just as they몶re getting their bearings. Now he nestles the
barrel of his borrowed hand gun into the hollow of Lachaise몶s
cheek.
BOND
The name?
LACHAISE
I can몶t tell you...
(Bond cocks the gun)
Alright, alright! But you must protect
me!
And he freezes. The handle of a THROWING KNIFE is sticking
out of his neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.
Bond rushes to the window...
EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - GENEVA - DAY
She swings on a WIRE across to another roof, quickly
disappearing into shadows.
Bond can hear sirens approaching. He returns to...
THE OFFICE...he grabs the money and moves fast for the door,
casually slipping that cigar into his pocket...
Except Henchman #1 has recovered, blocks his way, gun in
hand. He starts to squeeze the trigger -- when a RED DOT
appears on his chest...another window SHATTERS as a bullet
zings through and pierces the henchman in the heart.
Bond looks back once at the shattered window, then heads out.
INT. BANK - GENEVA - DAY
Bond appears on the top floor of the grand old building, by
the elevator. Looks over the balcony, sees figures on the
stairs. Hears the elevator cage start from below.
Thinking fast, he wrenches open the steel gate, leans into
the lift shaft, watches the elevator COUNTERWEIGHT as it
comes down. Almost nonchalant, he steps out...
INT. STAIRWELL/ELEVATOR SHAFT - DAY
As the cageful of police rises, Bond is now standing on the
counterweight, DESCENDING.
EXT. STREET - GENEVA
Lunchtime. Faceless business crowds heading for their brief
moment of freedom, among them we spot BOND...one of them,
with a briefcase and a suit and tie...HOLD on his face,
troubled.
INT. HOTEL - GENEVA - DAY
The Cigar Girl enters a huge, high-ceilinged room. Edgy, she
approaches a BIG MAN standing on a balcony overlooking the
city. Propped against the doorframe, an assas
