A scene lifted straight from the book saw a sunbathing Bond and Gala narrowly survive a murder attempt when Drax's henchmen detonate the chalk cliff above them. Dazed, bruised, shocked, covered in chalk dust, their clothes reduced to rags, the couple stagger into the sea to cleanse themselves, and re-emerge naked. 
The scene was duly shot, the nudity merely implied, particularly in the case of Bogarde, who had no illusions about his slightness of build. The rushes were screened to Mace. "Fine," he approved puffing at his Havana. "Okay. In fact, good. But ... You know what I really wanted to see? What every guy with balls wants to see in that kind of scene? Come on Orson, you're a guy with balls. Don't tell me you wouldn't just love to see some tit in that scene? Well, Orson, where's the tit, you goddam lapsed iconoclast?"
There was laughter, but it soon became evident that Mace was serious. Warned that he was heading for an X-certificate, he merely shrugged. "So let's make history. A British movie with tit. It's the future. just ask that goddam Swede, that Bergman guy. Skin sells."
Cuttingly, Welles inquired whether the producer really wanted Moonraker to "wind up as grindhouse material"? If so, then maybe Mace ought to consider directing it himself. (At one point, Welles even made a rather unfair allusion to Susan Alexander, the untalented would-be opera singer girlfriend of Charles Foster Kane.)
Bogarde was, reportedly, none too happy with all of this, and co-producer Ian Hunter voiced fierce objections. As for Miss Bright herself, her attitude was one of wry, detached amusement. "When Dayt gets an idea in his head, there's no saying no." Clearly in love with the maverick producer, she was willing to do anything that, in his opinion, would "help the picture". Finally, Mace and Welles settled on shooting "clean" and "dirty" versions, with Mace directing the racier takes. These consisted largely of voyeuristic cheesecake inserts, with a double standing in for Bogarde. When the camera operator refused point-blank to soil his lenses with such sordid stuff, Mace operated the camera himself. When the suits at Rank demanded a viewing of the work-in-progress, they were, to a man, "absolutely appalled". The strait-laced J. Arthur Rank personally ordered that the production be halted immediately. Mace threatened to take the picture elsewhere, and even offered to buy out co-producer Ian Hunter's stake. Hunter, who regarded the whole affair as "a perfect embarrassment", was only too happy to sell up. Mace then started shopping around for another distributor, and was reduced to talking to smalltime outfits like Britannia and Renown when ... he dropped dead from a heart attack.
