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Waitress:Good evening,sir.Can I ___(1)___?

Bond:No.But you can show me to the boss.

Waitress:He's behind there.

Silk:My good man.Is there some way I can be of service?

Bond:I'm looking for a man.

Silk:What kind of man?

Bond:...Your kind of man.Someone who __(2)__ the helpless - sees the world as corrupt - and wants a piece of it.

Silk:You know me too well,James.How on earth did you find me?

Bond:If you turn over enough _(3)_ in enough cities,you were bound to be under one of them.

Silk:You know they ran me out of Saigon.

Bond:Was that after or before they ran you out of Athens - or was it Ibiza? I lost track,after Johannesburg.

Silk:Can I interest you in a girl?

Bond:I'll settle for some information.

Silk:Same old James.But what makes you think I'm going to give up Rak without some kind of compensation?

Bond:Because I know you,Silky.And I know that you don't care whether Rak lives or dies - but you wouldn't mind having the 20% back that he probably _(4)_ from this place every week.

Silk:Rak has a secret boathouse on the Chao Phraya River.But I'll bet you won't make it there alive.

Bond:I'll take the bet.Add it to what you owe me from last time.

Silk:And good day to you,too,sir.

Silk:...There's an Englishman on his way to see Rak.My money says he won't make it...And you know how much I hate to lose "my money".Don't __(5)__.