Bond walks down the corridor carrying the Lektor, opens the
[unlocked] door to Tania's compartment and goes it. She
follows, tipping from one wall to the other.
TANIA
I don't feel very well. My head!
Grant holds her from behind. Bond looks out from the
compartment.
GRANT
The lady's come over faint.
BOND
Bring her in here.
GRANT
May I?
He guides Tania to the doorway. Bond backs up and Grant walks
her inside.
IN TANIA'S COMPARTMENT
Bond takes her and lies her down on the couch. She moans.
BOND
(to Grant)
Let's go next door.
He opens the door to his compartment.
GRANT
(looking at Tania)
Exhaustion, I'd say.
BOND
Hmm.
Grant steps into Bond's compartment. Bond turns off the light
in Tania's compartment then follows Grant, closing the door
behind him.
IN BOND'S COMPARTMENT
Bond locks the door and turns his back on Grant.
BOND
What was it —- the stuff you put in her drink?
GRANT
Chloral-hydrate. Quick but mild.
Bond takes out his pistol and turns, aiming it at Grant.
BOND
And?
GRANT
(raising his arms)
Take it easy, o-o-seven.
Bond glares at him.
GRANT
My escape route's only for one.
(smiles slightly)
What are you after, the girl or the Lektor?
BOND
(relenting, stops aiming at Grant)
All right. What is your plan?
GRANT
Explain it better on a map.
(gestures with one hand to his pocket)
All right?
Grant takes a map from his pocket, sits on the couch and opens
the map on Nash's briefcase. Bond puts his pistol in his
pocket and looks down. Grant points to the map with both
index fingers.
GRANT
Now, we're here, you see?
Bond crouches beside him.
GRANT
When we reach there, there's a steep gradient. The train slows down there.
ANGLE ON THE MAP
Grant's left hand continues pointing to the map as his right
hand comes down to his leg.
GRANT (O.S.)
We'll block the line. Make for that main road.
TWO-SHOT
GRANT
Pick up a car... there.
GRANT'S RIGHT HAND
goes to his ankle. He takes a pistol from a holster under his
pant leg.
GRANT (O.S.)
A truck, in fact.
BOND (O.S.)
That must be about...
TWO-SHOT
BOND
... twenty miles from here.
Grant suddenly slams the butt of his pistol against the base
of Bond's skull. Bond groans and drops to the floor.
Grant jumps up.
Bond rolls across the floor.
LOW ANGLE - BOND AND GRANT
Bond lies on his side in f.g. Grant kicks his leg to see if
he'll react.
Then Grant reaches down, rolls Bond onto his back, puts his
pistol to Bond's temple, takes Bond's gun from his shoulder
holster and slips into his pocket. He feels Bond's legs for
more weapons, then takes his cigarette case.
ANGLE ON BOND
Grant opens the cigarette case, sees only cigarettes, and
slips it into his pocket. He takes cash from Bond's inside
pocket. Bond starts to raise his hand. Grant slaps it down.
LOW ANGLE
Grant pockets the money, then takes Bond's silencer from
another pocket and rises aiming his gun at Bond.
INTERCUT - BOND AND GRANT
Struggling, Bond sits up.
GRANT
Keep still!
Bond looks back.
GRANT
All right, get up on your knees.
Bond rises to his knees.
GRANT
Put your hands in your pockets. Keep 'em there.
Grant sits on the couch, still aiming his gun at Bond.
BOND
(kneeling with his hands in his pockets)
Red wine with fish. That should have told me something.
GRANT
(slips the silencer into his pocket and rests his free arm on his knee)
You may know the right wines, but you're the one on your knees. How does it feel, old man?
BOND
'Old man'? Is that what you chaps in SMERSH call each other?
GRANT
SMERSH?
BOND
(looks up with realization)
Of course! SPECTRE! Then it wasn't a Russian show at all. You've been playing us off against each other, haven't you?
Grant stares back at him.
BOND
Then it was SPECTRE who killed the Russian agent in the mosque. You?
GRANT
Um-hmm.
BOND
Kerim and the other man?
GRANT
Um-hmm.
BOND
And Nash?
GRANT
Well, I don't mind talking. I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself.
He takes Bond's gun from his pocket, sets it on the couch,
then takes out the silencer.
GRANT
We're pros, Mister Bond.
He attaches the silencer to Bond's gun.
GRANT
We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo —- before he died. I've been keeping tabs on you. I've been your guardian angel. I saved your life at the Gypsy camp.
BOND
Oh, yes. I am much obliged.
GRANT
We were keeping you alive till you could get us the Lektor.
BOND
So you had me deliver it on a plate. It's brilliant. Go on, I'm fascinated.
GRANT
Now that we've got it, you and the girl are expendable. Between here and Trieste.
He picks up Bond's gun with his left hand and aims it at him.
BOND
The girl? Isn't she working for SPECTRE, too?
GRANT
No. She thinks she's doing it all for Mother Russia. She takes her orders from Colonel Kleb.
BOND
Well, Rosa Kleb's Russian. Head of operations for SMERSH.
GRANT
Was. Kleb works for SPECTRE now. The girl doesn't know that.
BOND
Well then, why kill her?
GRANT
Orders.
Grant slips his own gun into his pocket then reaches into
another pocket.
GRANT
That's only half of it, old man.
Bond stares at him. Grant takes out a roll of 8mm movie film.
GRANT
Here's a roll of film. She'll have this in her handbag.
He tosses the film onto the couch and takes an envelope from
his pocket.
GRANT
And on you... they'll find this letter. It's from her. Threatening to give the film to the press unless you marry her for helping you get the Lektor.
He sets the letter down.
BOND
What film?
GRANT
Taken in the bridal suite at your hotel. Something else the girl didn't know about. Or you.
(he snickers)
[What a performance!]
BOND
Must be a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a plan like that.
GRANT
Can't you see the headlines? 'British agent murders beautiful Russian spy, then commits suicide'?
BOND
Tell me. Which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?
GRANT
Don't make it tougher on yourself.
DOLLY BACK as Grant walks over to Bond and slaps his face
hard.
GRANT
My orders are to kill you and deliver the Lektor. How I do it is my business. It'll be slow and painful.
BOND
How much are they paying you?
GRANT
What's it to you?
BOND
We'll double it.
GRANT
Your word of honour? As an English gentlemen?
Bond just stares at him. Grant glances down, smirks as if
thinking, then looks at Bond again.
GRANT
The first one won't kill you. Nor the second. Not even the third. Not till you crawl over here and you kiss my foot!
BOND
How about a cigarette?
GRANT
Not a chance.
BOND
I'll pay for it.
GRANT
What with?
BOND
Fifty gold sovereigns.
GRANT
Where are they?
BOND
Up there, in my case.
Grant glances up at the luggage rack. Bond watches him.
Grant switches the gun to his right hand and takes the
briefcase with his left. Bond keeps watching.
GRANT
You show me.
He tosses the briefcase onto the couch. It lands on top of
Nash's. Bond takes his hands from his pockets and raises the
case. Grant watches.
[END OF REEL 10. START REEL 11.]
ANGLE ON BOND
over Grant in f.g. aiming the gun at him. Bond opens the
case, removes the straps with the sovereigns and holds them
out to Grant.
BOND
Here you are. What about that cigarette?
REVERSE ANGLE - OVER BOND'S SHOULDER AT GRANT
Grant starts pulling a glove onto his left hand.
GRANT
Throw 'em down there.
Bond tosses the straps onto the couch.
GRANT
Any more in the other case?
ANGLE ON BOND
Grant in f.g. continues pulling on the glove [onto his right
hand as he holds Bond's gun with his left]. Bond stares at
him.
BOND
I should imagine so. It's a standard kit.
He sets Nash's case aside and turns his own case to face him.
BOND
I'll have a look.
ANGLE ON GRANT - OVER BOND'S SHOULDER
Grant finishes pulling the glove onto his right hand. His
left hand is also gloved.
GRANT
Put your hands back in your pockets!
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - BOND
obeys and returns his hands to his pockets.
ANGLE ON GRANT OVER BOND'S SHOULDER
GRANT
Keep them there.
He sits on the couch and turns Bond's case toward himself.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - BOND
watches.
ANGLE ON GRANT OVER BOND'S SHOULDER
He turns the first catch on the case.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - BOND
still watches.
CLOSE SHOT - THE CASE
Grant's hand moves to the other catch and flips it open.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - BOND
still watches. Suddenly a gushing sound occurs O.S.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - GRANT
flies backwards in a gale of smoke shooting from the case.
SERIES OF SHOTS
- Bond lunges through the smoke at Grant and grabs the arm
with the gun.
- Bond shoves Grant against the wall.
- Grant twists forward.
- They struggle over the gun. The gun fires.
- A bullet smashes the light.
- Bond and Grant, bathed in blue moonlight, keep struggling in
the smoke. Bond grabs the gun and throws it.
- The gun smashes through the window. We see the men's
reflections in the glass. Bond grabs Grant by the collar and
twists him around.
- Bond tries to pull Grant's jacket down over his arms.
- WIDER ANGLE: Bond pulls Grant downward then slams a knee
into his face. Grant flies backwards.
- IN TANIA'S COMPARTMENT: Grant crashes in through the door.
He bounces off the couch (where Tania is sleeping) and flies
forward. His head butts into Bond's stomach
- IN BOND'S COMPARTMENT: Bond crashes against the wall and
falls onto the couch.
- IN TANIA'S COMPARTMENT: Grant dives at Bond.
- Bond pivots and Grant lands on the couch in front of him.
Bond stands on the couch and kicks Grant in the back then in
the face. Grant flies backwards.
- Grant lands in a corner then ducks as Bond tries to step on
him. Bond's foot goes wide and his legs arch over Grant.
- Bond tries to wrap his legs around Grant's neck. Grant
grabs his legs and pushes upwards in a tackle.
- Bond lands backwards on the couch, Grant atop him. Bond
grabs his neck with both hands and they roll onto the floor.
- Grant pushes Bond backwards against the couch.
- Bond smashes two fists into Grant's face.
- Grant falls backwards. Bond grabs him by the neck with one
hand.
- With the other, Bond punches him in the face. Grant falls
backwards, landing in the doorway to Tania's compartment.
- Bond lunges forward.
- Grant jumps to his feet as Bond dives at him.
- Both on their feet now in the doorway, Bond throws a punch
at his face. Grant ducks then punches Bond in the stomach.
- WIDER ANGLE: Grant pulls his arm back readying another
punch.
- Bond slams the connecting door into his face.
- Grant falls backwards onto Tania's couch.
- He lunges at Bond and grabs him around the waist. Bond
grabs him under the arms and slams him against the doorjamb.
- CLOSER: As Grant rebounds, Bond slams him against the other
doorjamb, then against the first one...
- WIDER: ... then against the second one, then against the
first one. Grant suddenly heaves him backwards.
- Bond falls against his couch.
- Bond sinks down then kicks at Grant.
- Bond's foot connects with Grant's face and Grant flies
backwards, landing on his back.
- Bond jumps up and runs forward.
- Grant jumps up and runs forward.
- Bond throws a punch at Grant and misses. Grant punches him
in the face then repeatedly in the stomach as Bond raises his
hands to defend himself.
- Grant's face is contorted in anger.
- Bond grabs Grant around the neck.
- Grant pushes Bond against the wall. Bond keeps one hand on
Grant's back and plants the other on his face, trying to break
his neck.
- CLOSER: Bond's hand pushes Grant's head back.
- Bond judo-chops both sides of Grant's neck then grips the
bar on the overhead rack.
- WIDER: Bond swings his legs forward and kicks Grant in the
chest. Grant falls backwards.
- Grant lands on Bond's couch. Bond releases the bar and
dives at him. Grant rolls aside. Bond lands face-down on the
couch. Grant jumps onto his back and grabs him around the
neck, then swings him around so Bond is almost sitting on
Grant's lap.
- CLOSE ON GRANT'S HANDS: He wears the watch containing the
garrote.
- Bond reaches back, struggling to grab Grant's hands. Grant
reaches for his watch.
- CLOSE ON GRANT'S HANDS: He pulls the garrote from his
watch.
- Grant slings the garrote around Bond's neck. Bond clutches
at it as Grant strangles him. The back of Bond's right hand
is bloody. He looks down at his briefcase and reaches for it.
- Grant continues to strangle Bond.
- CLOSE ON THE BRIEFCASE: Bond's hand tries to press the
button to release the knife.
- Grant continues strangling him. Bond glances down.
- His hand still fumbles with the briefcase.
- Grant continues strangling him, Bond still looking down.
- Bond's finger presses the button. The knife pops out the
side of the case. Bond's hand grabs it and turns it upward.
- Bond swings around with the knife.
- Bond plunges the knife into Grant's shoulder. Grant
screams. Bond grabs him by the neck and whips him around.
- Bond slings the garrote around Grant's neck.
- Grant falls backwards as Bond strangles him.
- Grant's head dangles now from the garrote.
- Bond pulls the garrote tighter. Grant gasps. Bond pulls
still tighter. Grant's head slumps back and he lands on the
couch dead.
ANGLE ON BOND
He backs away, breathing heavily. He straightens his tie and
buttons his coat. Then he goes to the couch, picks up various
things and puts them in his pocket.
He takes his hat and briefcase and starts to back away, but
returns to Grant and reaches inside his coat, taking out the
cash.
BOND
You won't be needing this, old man.
IN TANIA'S COMPARTMENT
Bond enters, closing the connecting doors behind him and
locking them. He turns to the compartment door, opens it and
looks outside.
BOND'S POV - THE RAILROAD TRACKS - DAY FOR NIGHT
A truck with its hood up sits on a railroad crossing blocking
the tracks up ahead. The train sounds its whistle.
BOND
puts on his hat. DOLLY BACK as he shuts the door.
BOND
Tania!
He goes to her and grabs her shoulders.
BOND
Wake up!
He pulls her up by the collar. She is barely conscious.
BOND
Wake up or I'll leave you behind!
She sinks back onto the couch, groaning.
He grabs her again and pulls her up into a sitting position.
BOND
Oh, Tania, wake up or I'll leave you behind! Do you hear me?!
TANIA
Don't leave me; never leave me.