Mr Bond is indeed a very rare breed.
Soon to be made extinct.
Genus Hapalochlaena. Produces a venom that's invariably fatal in seconds.
The barge had that sign.
It belongs to a wealthy woman who lives on the floating palace.
Who?
No one knows her real name, but she's known as Octopussy.
That's the name I heard at Kamal's.
I hear that island's full of beautiful women. No men allowed.
Really? Sexual discrimination.
I'll definitely have to pay it a visit.
Good evening.
I wondered when you might arrive.
So you are the mysterious Octopussy.
And you are James Bond.
007, licensed to kill.
Am I to be your target for tonight?
Not necessarily.
Depends how much you tell me about jewellery smuggling.
And why one of our agents was killed in East Berlin.
I know nothing about that.
You remember Major Dexter Smythe?
You were sent out to arrest him, weren't you?
You seem to have done your homework.
Thank you. Yes. Smythe, after a brilliant military career, joined our secret service.
His mission was to recover a cache of Chinese gold, seized in North Korea.
Both he and his native guide disappeared.
The gold was never found.
And 20 years later you were sent after him.
The guide's body turned up with a bullet still in his skull from Smythe's revolver.
I traced Smythe to Sri Lanka,
and gave him 24 hours to clear up his affairs before I took him back.
He committed suicide rather than face the disgrace of a court martial.
What's the connection?
He was my father. I'd hoped fate would bring us together one day.
To avenge him?
To thank you for giving him an honourable alternative.
Come in.
Kamal Khan to see you.
Bond has escaped.
- How careless of you. - I apologise.
By the way, I'd like you to meet my new house guest.
An old friend of the family, you might say.
How lovely.
You have a nasty habit of surviving.
You know what they say about the fittest.
Octopussy, I'd enjoy another opportunity to take care of Mr Bond personally.
I will take care of Mr Bond myself.
Good night.
And enjoy yourselves.
Mr Bond.
My father became a leading authority on octopi.
He loved them. His pet name for me was Octopussy.
Mr Bond, smuggling is no concern of the secret service.
I've violated no British law.
You are free to leave, but I'd much prefer if you stayed as my guest for a few days.
I'd like that.
Gwendoline, show Mr Bond to his room.
Good night, Mr Bond.
Till the morning, then.
Midge.
Extend Mr Bond every courtesy, but double the guard on his quarters.
He says the island is heavily guarded.
We don't want to make enemies with the woman.
The woman must not be harmed.
When Father's gold ran out, the people in Hong Kong who'd disposed of it for him
offered me a commission to smuggle some diamonds.
I discovered I had a talent for it.
You went into business for yourself?
Yes, but I needed an organisation, so I revived the old Octopus cult.
Well, then. Where did you recruit all these lovelies?
There are many of them all over Southeast Asia,
looking for a guru, spiritual discipline, who knows what.
I train them. Give them a purpose, a sisterhood and a way of life.
- In crime? - In business.
I have diversified into shipping, hotels, carnivals and circuses.
- Is he still there? - You must be joking.
007 on an island populated exclusively by women?
We won't see him till dawn.
- I'll relieve you at midnight. - No problem.
Are we going somewhere?
I have to go to Europe tomorrow on a business trip.
Oh, that's a pity. I was just beginning to enjoy myself.
I think you should stay. I'll only be gone a week.
When I come back we'll discuss the future.
Well, I can't guarantee that I'll be here when you return.
Oh, James. We're two of a kind.
There are vast rewards for a man of your talents willing to take risks.
- I'm not for hire. - A man of principle.
With a price on his head.
Naturally, you would do it for Queen and country.
I have no country, I have no price on my head.
I don't have to apologise to you, a paid assassin, for what I am.
No.
You're right.
We are two of a kind.
James.
Q?
Is something wrong?
Not really.
Just a feeling.
Why don't you come back to bed?
Move!
James.
Watch it!
Come on.
Careful.
The gun!
What happened to Vijay?
He was alive when I found him.
- Did he say anything? - Only "It was Kamal's men."
No more problems.
- Better signal M to meet me in Berlin. - Why?
Well, I have to go to a circus in Karl-Marx-Stadt.
We verified the Octopussy Circus was in East Berlin when we lost 009.
Karl-Marx-Stadt is further east.
Why would General Orlov participate in a jewellery caper?
Well, the jewellery, sir, I think is, if you'll forgive the analogy,
only the tip of the tentacle.
Here's the ID you'll need.
Charles Moreton, manufacturer's representative from Leeds
visiting furniture factories in East Germany.
- Karl will take you in. - No problem.
Remember, 007, you're on your own.
Thank you, sir. That's a great comfort.
Mischka.
Of course you know Comrade Borchoi, the curator of the Hermitage.
He just arrived from Leningrad.
The Romanov Star.
Stay here with the jewellery while they switch the car to the main track.
You stay, also.
100 kiloton yield.
The effects are indistinguishable from the American medium-yield bomb.
The detonator, now listen carefully. It is pre-set for a four-hour delay.
Set time for the explosion here.
To activate, insert and twist the lever a quarter-turn clockwise.
Be at least 20 miles away when it goes off, hm?
The jewellery should net us 300 million in Zürich.
We still have to cross the border.
I must go.
Au revoir, dear lady.
Good luck.
Bring the canister.
Put it in the car.
Leave that. Let's go.
Let's stay. Sit on that box. Hands on your knees. Come on, move.
Why is that bomb on the train?
- Who are you? - British secret service.
You should be more concerned about getting out of here alive.
I am more concerned about an atomic bomb exploding on a US Air Force base.
You can't be inviting a nuclear war. What happens when the US retaliates?
Against whom?
My God. Of course.
Our early-warning system will rule out the bomb having come from Russia
or anywhere else.
Everyone will assume incorrectly that it was a US bomb triggered accidentally.
That would be the most plausible explanation.
Europe will insist on disarmament,
leaving every border undefended for you to walk across at will.
It doesn't matter a damn to you
that thousands of innocent people will die in your accident.
Better than letting a handful of old men in Moscow
bargain away our advantage in disarmament talks.
On your feet, General. You're going to stop that train.
- Too late. - You can stop it at the border.
Kill him!
Get to the station!
Stop that car!
Stop.
Follow that car.
Kamal Khan says we are to stay here until we cross the border.
The licence plate is General Orlov's.
We have discovered this.
- Where is General Orlov now? - Last reported heading for the border.
I must get to that train.
Stop!
A common thief.
A disgrace to the uniform.
Yes. But tomorrow...
I shall be a hero...
of the Soviet Union.
It is now 11.45.
The performance begins at 3.
Allowing for delays, set the bomb to detonate at 3.45.
We must leave the base by 3.15.
I take it none of you will be late.
The jewellery.
- Did you recognise him? - No.
Stay here with her.
On the roof. Trouble.
Mischka.
And this...
for my brother.
And that's for 009.
Gobinda will stay with the jewellery.
General, excuse me. I have some travel arrangements to make. Enjoy the show.
- Thank you. - I'm sure he'll get a big blast out of this.
I know he won't be disappointed.
- That was Bond. - Good. Let him keep going.
He'll be late and we'll be rid of him too.
Great, isn't it?
Fantastic.
- Marvellous. - General...
How long would I get in the brig if I stole your wallet?
- About two years. - That long?
Well, in that case, I'd better return it.
Son of a gun.
- Where's the Base Commander? - Let's see your circus pass.
Damn it, man, it's urgent.
Get out. Hands up!
Some nut in a red shirt went through in a stolen car. Wants the Base Commander.
There he is.
Go after that guy in the red shirt.
Behind the trailers.
Keep searching, you guys. He's gotta be around here somewhere.
Look under the trailer, you guys.
- Ladies and gentlemen... - Hey. Is anyone else in there?
For the first time in this country, the death-defying human cannonball.
I have the pleasure in presenting to you Francisco the Fearless.
The suspect's wearing a clown suit. Over.
That's him.
Hold it, buddy. You're coming with us.
- General, there's a bomb in that cannon. - Sure. Where else would a bomb be?
- Great clown. - I'm deadly serious. I'm a British agent.
- What? - For God's sake, tell him who I am.
Kamal and Orlov double-crossed you. I saw them take the jewellery off the train.
Does that convince you?
Sir, that bomb is set to explode at 3.45. That's 90 seconds from now.
General, this man's either drunk or crazy.
He'll destroy the entire operation.
You two, grab that man. Hold him.
Damn it. Let go.
Let me go, there's a bomb in there.
Let him go.
Quiet, everyone.
Now?
Thank you. Great job, sir.
Where was Kamal going?
Back to India.
Folks, we've had an emergency, but everything is all right now.
You and your families are safe.
Now, please leave the tent in an orderly manner. Thank you.
- The plane is refuelled. - We'll take off at sunrise.
- Are the gold certificates on board? - Yes, Excellence.
We'll take these also. Dollars, pounds, francs, marks.
I can always print my own.
- What is that? - Girls selling themselves.
Good. It will keep the men occupied.
I don't want them to see me leave.
Now.
Give us a hand.
Come on.
Let's go. All set?
Lift.
That's it. Steady.
- Make sure the horses are saddled. - Yes, Excellence.
I'll join you in a few minutes.
- Do you really think you can escape me? - Orlov betrayed us.
I swear I knew nothing about the bomb.
We're partners, we're friends. Octopussy, I would never do anything to hurt you.
You left me to be killed along with thousands of innocent people.
Octopussy.
Look. I was bringing you this. We can make millions.
Take her. She's our ticket out of here.
- I trust you can handle this contraption. - It goes by hot air.
Oh, then you can.
- They're doing fine. - But I don't see Octopussy.
- There she is. She's in trouble. - Get your hands off me.
- I'll take her down. - No. Up!
Where are you going? Look, don't be an idiot, 007. Come back.
Kill him.
Come on.
What are you doing? Cut it out. We haven't time for that. Later perhaps.
Come on. Giddap.
Come on.
He'll kill us all. Go out and get him.
- Out there? - Go.
Yes, Excellence.
Jump!
My government categorically denies the incident ever occurred.
However, we request Bond to return one of our most historic treasures -
the Romanov Star.
In the interests of our Anglo-Soviet relationships, that can be arranged.
Where is Commander Bond?
Owing to the serious nature of his injuries, he's still not fit enough to travel.
In. Out. In. Out.
- I wish... - What?
I wish you weren't in such a weakened condition.
James!
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