James Bond 007 – SCRIPT

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Good. So while I'm writing down the name of the infamous rabble-rouser who just questioned the legitimacy of my patrician origins, only to come and give him the evil eye himself, let's not dwell on it any further:

So, this James Bond SPECTRE? Well, let's spoil it, my dears!


The poster: Do you see the ghost in the background? Well, it has nothing to do with buy phone number list SPECTRE. We're sticking to the script as best we can.
Our film opens in Mexico City, as the streets are filled with merry fellows celebrating in macabre costumes, since it is the Day of the Dead. Amidst the disguised troublemakers singing, dancing, or selling contraband tacos (a festive activity like any other, since it also ends in fireworks), a masked figure dressed all in white cuts through the crowd, without noticing that another, dressed in black and with a beautiful indigenous woman on his arm, is following close behind. At least, for a while, because the tailing stops when the black figure enters a hotel, and with his young lady on his arm, he goes up to a room where the young lady  begins to take off her clothes while making noises like the starter of an R12. His companion, meanwhile, removes his mask:

And guess what, it's James Bond.

Well, obviously, she doesn't know who it is, since she continues to crawl on all fours on the bed, purring and pawing with all her might, but she still gets a bit upset when she sees that her handsome lover clearly has no intention of introducing her to the joys of the Javanese helicopter.

“But… aren’t you coming to bed?” “I’ll only be five minutes.”


He says, walking away. He barely  hears his lover say, "No, but okay, I saw that coming, but you're not coming to bed anyway?"   before he's already taken off his party suit to reveal a... a city suit underneath? And with it, he goes out the window and soars onto the rooftops.

You know, man: if you're going to hide clothes under your disguise, it might as well be something relevant to your mission. Like something sturdy and discreet for going on rooftops. Well, that's just me saying. Okay.

So it's a big idiot in a suit and tie that isn't exactly the color of Mexican tiles that we follow jumping from rooftop to rooftop, to better resume the tailing started earlier. And so, he manages to slip into the building facing a second hotel where the man in white has entered. All he has to do is take out his small discreet rifle and his super laser allowing him to listen to conversations from a distance to point everything at the window of a small living room where his target has just gone and remove his mask to reveal.