orders
to see the American prisoner, Abagnale.
Marseille, France Christmas Eve 1969
( men speaking French )
( keys jangling )
( lock turns )
( door clanks )
( speaks French )
( thunder rumbling outside )
You sit here.
You do not open the door.
You do not pass him...
anything through the hole.
( wind quietly blowing through building )
( speaking French )
( men conversing indistinctly )
( hoarse co
for ourselves
as she lies broken
on the seafloor.
How do you prepare
for such an experience?"
Okay. Dive one.
Its gonna be
J. B. And Bill in "Mir- "
and me and Vince in "Mir- ."
Pilots are gonna be
Genya Chernaiev, "Mir- "
Anatoly Sagalevitch, "Mir- ."
Okay. Heres your checklist.
Have your last will
and testament in order,
make sure your insurance
is paid up,
write a final note
to your famil
order... babies with names.
Ah.
Well, I thought perhaps Pauline.
And surnames.
Fossil.
Its not as though weve got
an empty room to put her in.
You dont mind, do you?
Gum, I came here
with nothing once.
Thats the spirit.
Where are you actually going?
Siberia.
Ill bring you back a souvenir.
No. Not another one.
Mm.
Red Cross hospital
outside Vladivostok.
Mother died when it was born.
What about the
CLASSIC CLARINET."
[PLAYING OFF-KEY]
GEORGIE,
THATS WHATS GOING
TO KILL VAUDEVILLE.
O.K., CLARENCE,
CUT TO THE END.
THE END, KIDDO.
THE END, PROFESSOR.
[ORCHESTRA PLAYS A FANFARE]
AND WHO DOES UNCLE JOCKO
HAVE HERE?
WHO THE HELL
DOES HE HAVE HERE?
BABY JUNE AND COMPANY?
HALF THE SONG,
HALF THE DANCE, AND OUT.
GOTCHA.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
" MAY WE
ENTERTAIN YOU? "
" MAY WE SEE YOU
SMILE? "
" I WILL DO
SO
and we are then
presented with a classic stand off side view of the old man and
the statue as the noises rage on. We then fade to the sun slowly
setting as the noises lower in volume.
EXTERIOR- GEORGETOWN- CITY STREETS- EARLY HOURS
We are transformed from the blazing suns of Iraq to the dusk of
Washington. As the cross fade is made, the caption GEORGETOWN
appears at the bottom of the sc
Casino Royale Script
Mr Bond?
Yes?
Im Lieutenant Mathis
of the Special Police.
These are my credentials.
They appear to be in order.
Come with me.
They used to say a good spy
is a pure spy, inside and out.
Roses, Tanagra figurines and Debussy.
He plays Debussy every afternoon
from sunset until its too dark
to read the music.
Stands on his head a lot, eats royal jelly.
Lets his intestines down
and
classic.
Do you read much?
- In another town its a classic.
- In any town.
Tom Sawyer is a classic.
- Thats fine.
- Ethel, have some more ham.
You sure Ren
doesnt want something?
Were both a little tired
from the move.
Im gonna take Ren a potato.
Amy, come back and sit down.
Im sure your cousins fine.
Its a shock to the system,
moving out here from the big city.
- What if hes starving?
- Amy, you
driving against traffic.
The adrenalin is pumping so hard
I cant see straight.
- What happened to the cops?
- I lost em.
Great. Nothing to worry about.
Did we order a Ferrari?
- You are a genius. Beautiful!
- Greg, the problem aint over.
What?
I bring the car in.
I put it on the hoist.
- I look, and the thing is moving.
- Right, its on a hoist.
I bring the car down
and open the trunk. Bang!
- I
classic Buick Riv.
Who are you?
Harry Block, United States Geological Survey.
My secretary, Ira Kane. Were here to investigate the meteor...
...if that is what it is.
Of course it is. It almost blew up my car.
Im still fuzzy on why you were here at night.
With Betty Lou here.
I was practicing for my firemans exam, which started seven minutes ago.
So Id appreciate it if youd let me go.
So you and
order form.
I thought,
after your fantastic reorganisation,
all the order forms
had to go on the bent nail.
Are you going upstairs
to do your homework?
Im not bothered.
No worries.
Jem?
Mum.
Oh, you... Shoo!
You beggar! Go on!
Hes a little devil is that crow.
Hell have all them seedlings
if we dont do something.
Something we need
to have a little... a little chat about.
- Annie...
- Dont leave me