Dr. No

The second time nothing's come out.
Give her her arm back.

Run along, Freelance.
You'll be sorry.
You'll all be sorry, you rats!

One takes cyanide, another would have
had her arm broken. Neither would talk.

- Who puts that sort of scare into people?
- I think we'd better find out, but fast.

You mentioned Crab Key.
Why can't we go over there?

It belongs to a Chinese character.
He won't allow anyone to land.

Our naval reconnaissance planes
took a look.

They only found a bauxite mine.
Low-scan CH radar setup.
Nothing illegal about that.
That Crab Key scares me plenty.
Friends of mine went out there once
after seashells.

Only trouble, they never came back again.
Local fishermen won't go near it.
Strangways and me slip in at night.
He take samples, we came straight back.
- Don't do to hang about there.
- What kind of samples?

Oh, bits of rock. Sand. Water.
I see. Crab Key begins to interest me.
What else do we know
about this Chinese gentleman?

Nothing much. Except his name.
Doctor No.
- I'd like to see Professor Dent, please.
- Have you an appointment?

James Bond.
We met yesterday at the Queen's Club.

Very well. He's somewhere in the lab.
Is Professor Dent there?