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Rak:Welcome to your final _(1)_,Mr.Bond.You're in Burma.Your last stop,the end of the line,the place where your sad story comes to an ugly end.

Bond:So how does it work,Rak? What do you do - fly your kidnapped victims here,and torture them,until they give up their corporate secrets?

Rak:Take a very good look at this _(2)_,Mr.Bond.It's platinum.Encrusted with precious stones and diamonds....Designed to elicit the most exquisite pain...When I use it to eviscerate a man,and skin him alive.You'll talk,Mr.Bond.You'll give up your secrets.Sooner or later,they all do.

Bond:You could kill me,Rak.But MI6 will send somebody else.Either way,you're ____(3)____ right now.

Rak:Wei? I'll be there as soon as I can.Get my helicopter ready.We're going to Bangkok.When I return,Mr.Bond,we're going to ___(4)___ in the yard and bring all the prisoners around to watch.After they see me cut your tongue out,it may help loosen theirs.