The 007 Minute Podcast

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Bond and Peter Franks are fighting in the townhouse elevator.

Franks has a pistol, and Bond is trying to wrest the pistol away from Franks. Bond karate chops Franks’s hand several times, and Franks fires the gun at the floor. He finally drops the gun.

Bond continues to struggle with Franks. Franks gets the upper hand and leans Bond out the side of the elevator, face up. Bond sees that he’s headed for a certain decapitation by way of a cement crossbeam in the elevator shaft.

Bond looks over at the red STOP button on the control panel.  He winces, and then hits the STOP button with his shoe, canceling the decapitation. Surprised, Franks hesitates for a moment, giving Bond time to kick Franks and escape his grasp.

Bond starts delivering several body blows to Franks, in the process knocking into the control panel and restarting the elevator. Bond punches Franks to the floor, giving Franks the sudden opportunity to pick up a piece of sharp, jagged window glass from the broken elevator panes.

Tiffany steps out of her apartment to see the commotion in the elevator. She looks concerned as the elevator continues past the third floor.

Bond struggles with the glass-wielding Franks.  He grabs Franks’s arm that has the dagger-like piece and shoves the arm out of the elevator gate.  Bond rams the gate shut, knocking the glass shard out of Franks’s grip. He pounds twice on Franks’s forearm at the elbow.

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Sean Connery as James Bond

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Bond follows Peter Franks into the townhouse.

“You are English?” asks Bond, with a Dutch accent.

“Yes, I’m English,” replies Franks.

“I speak English!” says Bond, enthusiastically.  Bond closes the gate of the tiny elevator, and shuts the wooden swinging door.  “Who is your floor?” Bond asks Franks.

“Three, please,” replies Franks. Bond presses the elevator button for three, then prepares to attack Franks from behind. Franks glances behind him at Bond, and Bond smiles and looks at his watch. As Franks turns back again to face forward, Bond prepares to give Franks a blow to the head, but unfortunately breaks an elevator window with his elbow in the confined space. This alerts Franks to the oncoming attack, allowing Franks to block the first blow.  Bond manages to land a right hook to Franks’s face, but can’t back up enough to block Franks’s counterpunches. Franks grabs Bond from behind, breaking more glass. Bond breaks out of Franks’s grip, and manages to land another blow to the face. Franks shoves Bond to the back of the elevator, breaking the back glass. Bond pushes Franks toward the floor of the elevator, and applies a karate chop to Franks’s back. Bond then shoves Franks into the right wall of the elevator, breaking another pane of glass.

Bond steadies Franks, and then hammers Franks in the face with another blow. Franks leans back, and grabs Bond by the lapels.  He then crosses his wrists across Bond’s neck, attempting to choke Bond. Bond responds by giving Franks two simultaneous chops to the kidneys. He shoves Franks against the STOP button, pausing the elevator ride.

Franks pulls out a pistol and attempts to shoot Bond.  Bond grabs his arm, bumping into the STOP button and restarting the elevator. Bond struggles to wrest the gun out of Franks’s hand.  Franks falls against the control panel, again stopping the ascent.

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Sean Connery as James Bond

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Tiffany Case is advising James Bond as “Peter Franks.”

“Come up with something original,” she says.

Later, Bond is peeling a translucent film off his thumb with tweezers, while on the phone to Q.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Q,” says Bond, “quite ingenious.”

“Oh, an obvious little notion,” says Q from his workshop. In the background, technicians are loading what appear to be missiles into the engine compartment of the famous Aston-Martin. “Thought it might come in handy,” Q continues. “Oh, by the way – – M’s been trying to get in touch with you. That Peter Franks fellow’s escaped. Killed one of the guards on the way up to London.” Bond looks alarmed.

“Hello?” says Q.

Bond has disappeared from his hotel room.

“Hello?” repeats Q. “Are you there?” He hangs up in disgust.

Back at Tiffany’s townhouse, the escaped, real Peter Franks exits a taxi. He pays the driver and makes his way up the stairs to the entrance.  Against a nearby wall is a couple kissing in the shadows. The “couple” turns out to be Bond by himself, using his arms to pretend he’s embracing someone.

“Yes?” says Tiffany over the intercom.

“Peter Franks,” says the real Peter Franks.

“Third floor,” says Tiffany.

Bond quickly races up the steps.  “Goeden Haben,” says Bond to Franks, pulling out a key.  The door buzzes.

“Good evening,” replies Franks, as Bond opens the door.

“Bitte?” says Bond.

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Jill St. John as Tiffany. Case

Tiffany is satisfied Bond’s fingerprints are a match for Peter Franks.

Bond drinks his Scotch in the living room, then sniffs the fingerprint powder on the glass, and smiles.

Tffany returns to the living room, this time a redhead, in a deeply plunging v-neck dress.

“Ah, I don’t care much for redheads,” says Bond. “Terrible tempers. But somehow, it seems to suit you.”

Tiffany shrugs. “It’s my own,” she says.

“Ah,” repeats Bond. “But it is in need of some soft lighting, and I know a restaurant real close…”

“I never mix business with pleasure,” replies Tiffany, uncorking a bottle of sweet vermouth.

“Well, neither do I,” says Bond.

“Good,” says Tiffany. “And we can start with saving the cute remarks until you get the diamonds into Los Angeles.” She pours herself a tall glass of vermouth.

“Well, where are they now?” asks Bond.

“That’s not your problem,” replies Tiffany, recorking the vermouth. “Your problem is getting them in.”

“How much is there?” asks Bond.

“Fifty thousand carats,” says Tiffany.

“Well, at a hundred and forty two carats an ounce, that’s an awful lot of ice!” says Bond. “That won’t be easy!”

Tiffany sits down on a couch. “That’s why you’re being paid fifty grand! What did you think it was going to be, a pair of earrings? And Franks, for God’s sake –”

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Jill St. John as T. Case

Tiffany dusts Bond’s glass for fingerprints, then takes a Polaroid picture of the glass. She brushes off the fingerprint dust residue from the glass and drops a couple of ice cubes into the Scotch.

Meanwhile, Bond examines the contents of Tiffany Case’s dining room hutch. Case returns, wearing a sheer robe over her bra and panties.

“That’s a nice little nothing you’re wearing,” remarks Bond, as Tiffany hands him his Scotch. “I approve.”

“I don’t dress for the hired help,” replies Tiffany. “Let’s see your passport, Franks.”

Bond reaches into his jacket and retrieves his passport, made out as “Peter Franks.”

“Occupation: transport consultant?” smirks Tiffany as she reads his passport. “That’s a little cute, isn’t it?” She hands the passport back to Bond. “I’ll finish dressing,” she says.

“Oh, please don’t,” replies Bond, “Not on my account.”

Tiffany walks back to her dressing room, and peels the Polaroid print off the developer.

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Jill St. John as Tiffany Case

Wint and Kidd leave the Skinny Bridge, just as James Bond arrives one bridge over at a four-story townhouse in Peter Franks’ Triumph Stag sports car. Bond parks the car and heads up the three stone steps to the front door.

He presses the doorbell to Apartment 4, home to a “T.Case.”

“Yes?” says a female voice on the entrance intercom.

“Franks. Peter Franks,” replies Bond.

“Come up,” says the voice. “Third floor.” The door lock buzzes, and Bond steps inside.

On the third floor, Bond exits the elevator, and walks toward the open front door of Apartment Four.  He steps inside an apartment decorated with Dutch Masters prints.

“Make yourself at home,” says a blonde woman wearing panties and bra, her back to Bond, just exiting into the bedroom. “I’ll be right out.”

Bond scans the room.

“Help yourself to a drink!” calls the woman from the bedroom.

“Is uh-” begins Bond.

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Jill St. John as T. Case

Bond pours himself a drink.

“Is Mister Case not at home?” he asks.

“There is no Mr. Case,” replies Miss Case from the other room, “The T is for Tiffany.”

Bond pauses while pouring his Scotch. “Tiffany Case?” he asks. “Definitely distinctive.”

“I was born there,” says Tiffany, “on the first floor, while my mother was looking for a wedding ring.”

“Well, I’m glad for your case,” replies Bond, “that it wasn’t Van Cleef and Arpels.”

Tiffany returns to the sitting room, wearing just bra and panties, and a brunette wig.  Bond pauses again, looking at her.

“Weren’t you a blonde when I came in?” he asks.

“Could be,” replies Tiffany, smiling slightly. She walks toward Bond.

“I tend to notice little things like that,” says Bond, “whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.”

“And which do you prefer?” asks Tiffany.

“Well, providing the collar and cuffs match…” replies Bond.

“We’ll talk about that later,” says Tiffany, grabbing the glass out of his hand, “Let me have your glass – I’ll get you some ice.”

Tiffany walks back to her bedroom. Bond watches her leave.

Once back in her bedroom, Tiffany closes the door and pulls out a spray bottle. She quickly covers the glass with a white powder, and brushes away the excess, revealing Bond’s recent fingerprints on the glass. IN THIS MINUTE:

Jill St. John as T. Case

The SeaSpeed hovercraft The Princess Margaret leaves its port in Dover.

Meanwhile, along the River Amster, the tourist ship Prins Willem-Alexander is in the middle of a sightseeing cruise.

“Ahead is one of the oldest bridges in Amsterdam: The Skinny Bridge,” says the tour guide. “It was built over three hundred years ago by two sisters who wanted to visit each other every day. Unfortunately, they ran out of money, so that it why it is called the Skinny Bridge.

After passing under the middle of the Skinny Bridge, the tour guide continues.

“On your right,” says the tour guide, “those beautiful old houses can be see in the paintings of our famous painter, Rembrandt.  And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you would look to your left, as we go down the Amster, you can see… Ohh!”

Amsterdam police are fishing a body out of the water. As they flip her onto the boat desk, the body turns out to be that of Mrs. Whistler.

A Nikon F series camera clicks. From a nearby bridge, Mister Kidd takes pictures of the police recovery operation. Next to him is Mister Wint.

“Mrs. Whistler did want some pictures of the canals for the children,” says Mister Kidd.

“How kind of you, Mister Kidd,” says Mister Wint. “The children will be so thrilled.”

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Margaret Lacey as Mrs. Whistler

Peter Franks parks his Triumph Stag in front of the Customs Office at the Port of Dover. He steps inside for his “message,” and closes an office door behind him.

After another official leaves from the main entrance, Moneypenny, dressed as a Customs officer, steps out to the parking area.  She walks up to the Triumph Stag, where James Bond has already taken a seat behind the wheel.

“Mister Franks,” says Moneypenny, “Your passport is quite in order.”

“Well,” says Bond, eyeing her uniform, “anyone seeing you in that outfit would most certainly be discouraged from leaving the country.” Bond puts his new passport in his jacket pocket. “What can I bring you back from Holland?” he asks Moneypenny.

“A diamond?” suggests Moneypenny, “in a ring?” Bond starts the car.

“Would you settle for a tulip?” he asks, then smiles and drives off.

Moneypenny watches him leave. “Yes!” she says, and smiles.

Bond drives to the dock, taking the Hovercraft lane.

The SeaSpeed hovercraft “The Princess Margaret” is seen bouncing down the dock ramp in Dover.

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Sean Connery as James Bond

Joe Robinson as Peter Franks

Lois Maxwell as Moneypenny

Mrs. Whistler finds out about her next smuggling trip: Amsterdam.

“I shall have to bring back some pictures of the canals,” says Mrs. Whistler, “for the children!” She picks up a large Bible, and opens the front of the book, revealing a cut-out center.

“Ask, and ye shall receive, Mrs. Whistler,” says Mister Wint, depositing a bag of diamonds into the hollowed-out core.

“Thus endeth the lesson for today, gentlemen,” says Mrs. Whistler, closing the book cover.

“Several recent murders in South Africa have complicated matters,” says M to Bond, back in Sir Donald’s office. “If they shut down operations before we discover them – ”

“– it would be catastrophic for us,” finishes Sir Donald, “and for the government.”

“Well,” replies Bond, “I’ve always rather fancied a trip to South Africa.”

“You’re going to Holland,” says M. Bond looks at him.

“For some time now,” says M, “we’ve had our eyes on a professional smuggler called Peter Franks. He’s due to leave for Amsterdam.”

“Do we know who his contacts are?” asks Bond.

“We do function in your absence, Commander,” replies M, sternly.  M glances at Sir Donald, and then looks up to heaven.

In Dover, Peter Franks pulls up to the gate of the British Customs office in his Triumph Stag.

“Your passport, sir,” says the Customs official. Franks hands over his passport.

“Ah, Mister Franks,” says the other Customs official. “There’s a message for you at Passport Control. That door over there. You can park your car outside.”

“Thank you,” says Peter Franks. He drives to the other building.

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Bruce Glover as Mister Wint

Putter Smith as Mister Kidd

Laurence Naismith as Sir Donald

Sean Connery as James Bond

Bernard Lee as M

Margaret Lacey as Mrs Whistler

Joe Robinson as Peter Franks

Clifford Earl as Customs Official #1

Unknown as Customs Official #2