- How we doing, Richard? - We are 15 minutes ahead of time, sir.
With this load on our back, that's good going.
Just trust the RAF, sir.
- What the hell is that? - The shuttle ignition.
Disappeared? What happened to the Moonraker?
Good God.
Yes. Yes, of course, Minister. Right away.
Moneypenny, is 007 back from that African job?
He's on his last leg, sir.
Any higher, Mr. Bond, my ears will pop.
I don't think I'll ever fly with anyone else.
- You're so right, Mr. Bond. - Hm?
- This is where we leave you, Mr. Bond. - A little premature, isn't it?
Enjoy your flight.
(screams)
# Where are you?
# Why do you hide?
# Where is that moonlight trail
# That leads to your side?
# Just like the moonraker goes
# In search of his dream of gold
# I search for love
# For someone to have and hold
# I've seen your smile
# In a thousand dreams
# Felt your touch
# And it always seems
# You love me
# Where are you?
# When will we meet?
# Take my unfinished life
# And make it complete
# Just like the moonraker knows
# His dream will come true some day
# I know that you
# Are only a kiss away
# I've seen your smile
# In a thousand dreams
# Felt your touch
# And it always seems
# You love me
# You love
# Me
- Good morning, Moneypenny. - James. Why are you so late?
I fell out of an aeroplane without a parachute.
- Who's in there? - Q and the Minister of Defense.
- You don't believe me, do you? - You should go right in.
Yes, Moneypenny.
- 007. At last. - Good morning, sir.
- I think you know Frederick Gray. - Commander.
- Minister. Q. - 007.
Moonraker?
- What do you know about it? - What I read in the newspapers, sir.
The shuttle was being flown over here on loan from the Americans on a 747.
Which crashed somewhere in the Yukon. Aircraft and shuttle destroyed.
- That's the official version. - The truth is rather more disturbing, 007.
Look at this.
That's the crash scene with wreckage everywhere. That's the fuselage.
We've been through it thoroughly, but there's no trace of Moonraker.
- Was the shuttle hijacked in mid-air? - That's for you to find out, 007.
- It was built in California by Drax. - Yes.
We were responsible for its safety, Commander.
The US government is justifiably concerned.
I can imagine. California must be the place to start.
- I agree. - Don't make any mistakes, 007.
This situation is critical. We've got to find that shuttle.
Yes, sir.
- If that's all, gentlemen? - Just a minute, 007.
I've got something for you.
Roll up your right sleeve, will you?
This is now being issued as standard equipment.
Strap it on your wrist.
It's activated by nerve impulses from the wrist muscles.
(Bond) Like this?
Oh, thank you, 007.
- Be careful, will you? - Yes, Q.
Five blue-tipped armor-piercing darts,
five red-tipped cyanide-coated, causing death in 30 seconds.
Very novel. You must get them in the stores for Christmas.
Good morning, gentlemen.
- Welcome to California, Mr. Bond. - I like it already.
- My name is Corinne Dufour. - Are you going to show me around?
No, I'm just a humble pilot for the Drax Corporation.
This is the Drax estate now. Everything you see belongs to Mr. Drax.
- He owns a lot. - What he doesn't own, he doesn't want.
We're approaching the main complex.
- (Bond) Where the Moonraker is made? - That's right.
Workshops, hangars, design and experimental blocks, everything.
(Bond) Very impressive.
I'd heard Hugo Drax is obsessed with the conquest of space.
Now I can believe it.
Good Lord.
The Drax residence. Every stone brought from France.
- Cute, isn't it? - Magnificent.
- Why didn't he buy the Eiffel Tower too? - He did, but was refused an export permit.
Look there. Those are the astronaut trainees.
Mr. Drax is financing the entire training program out of his own pocket.
He seems to have an eye for a good investment.
Mr. Drax will see Mr. Bond in the drawing room, Miss Dufour.
- Thank you, Cavendish. - This way, please, sir.
(# "Raindrop Prelude" by Frédéric Chopin)
Mr. Bond, sir.
- Mr. Bond. - Mr. Drax.
Allow me to present Countess Lubinski, and Lady Victoria Devon. Mr. Bond.
How do you do?
Well, my dear fellow, your reputation precedes you, of course.
I'm honored that your government sent you on so delicate a mission.
Delicate, Mr. Drax?
To apologize in person for the loss of my space shuttle.
How would Oscar Wilde have put it?
To lose one aircraft may be regarded as a misfortune.
To lose two seems like carelessness.
An apology will be made to the American government, Mr. Drax,
when we've discovered why the Moonraker wasn't in that wreckage.
(Drax) Your loyalty commands respect, Mr. Bond.
You have arrived at a propitious moment.
Your country's one indisputable contribution to Western civilization.
Afternoon tea.
May I press you to a cucumber sandwich?
Thank you, no. Nothing at all.
Is the shuttle made entirely here in California?
No, I own a number of subsidiaries worldwide, producing components.
The conquest of space is an investment in the future of the entire human race.
It is therefore logical to seek out the best that each nation has to offer.
Are you referring to people or skills?
Both, Mr. Bond.
- Am I too soon? - Not at all.
I'm sure Mr. Bond is eager to start his tour.
Miss Dufour will escort you to Dr. Goodhead who will show you around.
Ask anything you like.
- Thank you for being so cooperative. - A pleasure.
Look after Mr. Bond.
See that some harm comes to him.
You'll find Dr. Goodhead first on the right.
- Oh. Thank you for the ride. - Call on me if you need anything.
(clears throat)
- Good afternoon. - Can I help you?
My name is Bond. James Bond. I'm looking for Dr. Goodhead.
You just found her.
A woman.
Your powers of observation do you credit, Mr. Bond.
James, to my friends.
Holly Goodhead.
Are you training to be an astronaut?
I'm fully trained, on loan from NASA. The space administration.
I guess we'd better get started.
You don't want to lose time as well as a space shuttle, do you?
This is the Moonraker. Capable of being launched into space by rocket...
And re-entering the atmosphere to land like any conventional aircraft.
This is the centrifuge trainer.
It simulates the gravity force you feel when shot into space.
The speed is controlled by the instructor from up there. Why not try it?
Why not?
Strap yourself in firmly.
Yes, Doctor.
Now your arms. That's to prevent you from knocking yourself out.
(Bond) I see.
How fast does it go?
It can go up to 20 Gs, but that would be fatal.
Three Gs is equivalent to takeoff pressure. Most people pass out at seven.
You'd make a great saleswoman.
You don't have to worry. This is what we call the "chicken switch".
The moment the pressure gets too much, release the button and the power's cut off.
- Just like that? - Come on, Mr. Bond.
A 70-year-old can take three Gs.
Trouble is, there's never a 70-year-old around when you need one.
(door opens)
- Do you want me? - Mr. Drax says to telephone him.
All right, I'll call him from my office. You go ahead. I'll be right back.
The instructor will supervise the session. Enjoy yourself.
Yes, we're taking good care of him.
I don't know what could have happened.
Something must have gone wrong with the controls.
Let me help you.
My mother gave me a list of things not to do on a first date.
Maybe you won't need it. That's not what I came for.
No? What do you want, then?
Would your feelings be shattered if I were to say "information"?
- Why should I tell you anything? - Why indeed?
You presume a great deal, Mr. Bond.
What goes on here besides Moonraker and the astronaut training program?
There are the laboratories, but not much is happening now.
No?
They were working on something very secret, but everything's been moved.
Where to?
I don't know.
What about that list of your mother's?
I never learnt to read.
(clock chimes)
What are you doing?
You whetted my appetite for information.
Is there a safe in here?
Thank you.
James, no!
That's amazing.
There you are, you see. You have a heart of gold.
18-carat.
- You must go. - You go first. I'll turn off the lights.
Thank you.
- Take care of yourself. - And you.
(# bugle call)
(dogs barking)
(growling)
Ah, my dear Bond. This is Mademoiselle Deladier and la signorina del Mateo.
- Ladies. - (Drax) I'll see you at lunch.
A pity you leave us. Such good sport.
- Unless you're a pheasant. - Really, Mr. Bond.
Take my gun. A stray bird may fly over.
- I came to thank you for your hospitality. - There's plenty of time before the airport.
Come now.
- I doubt if I'm in your class. - Oh, you're too modest, Mr. Bond.
Over there.
You missed, Mr. Bond.
Did I?
As you said, such good sport.
You called for me, Mr. Drax?
- You were with Bond last night. - No, I...
- You showed him the safe. - I didn't.
I'm terminating your employment. You will leave immediately.
(dog barks)
(bell tolls)
- Franco, I'll call you where to meet me. - Sì, signore.
- Could I interest you in something? - I'm tempted to say yes immediately.
- But maybe I'd better have a look around. - Please, go anywhere you wish.
(woman)...the glassworks was taken over by Drax Industries.
And here we have some of the rarest examples of the glassblower's art.
As you know, everything was done absolutely by hand.
Here is a vase done by Lorenzo Graziati some time between 1850 and 1860.
If you'd like to follow me over here...
This exquisite bowl was fashioned about 1520, over 450 years ago.
If it ever came on the market it would certainly fetch in excess of $1 million.
- But if you were thinking of taking it... - (alarm)
Here we have a very early 17th century dish with an aquamarine medallion.
Over here, we have something very, very interesting.
This glass-handled sword, the only one of its kind in the world,
was owned by General Menotti in the late 18th century and is the work of Bru...
14th century.
Dr. Goodhead.
I can only hope your presence here is a coincidence. I dislike being spied on.
Don't we all?
- You're staying at the Danieli? - Yes. How did you know?
Well, I like to keep abreast of things.
May I ask what you're doing in Venice?
Addressing a seminar at the European Space Commission.
My. Heady stuff.
But I keep forgetting you are more than just a very beautiful woman.
If you're trying to be ingratiating, don't bother.
I have more important things on my mind.
That's what I'd like to talk about. Dinner this evening?
This evening I'm giving my address.
Can you think of a reason for not having a drink afterwards?
Not immediately. But I'm sure I shall.
Franco.
(groans)
(coughs)
(# "Chit-Chat Polka" by Johann Strauss)
(shouts) Stupido! Stupido!
(# plays tune)
(door opens)
(voices)
Ostia la Madonna!
(alarm)
(shouts)
(alarm)
(alarm stops)
(shouts)
(# "Vesti La Giuba" by Ruggiero Leoncavallo)
(singing)
(singing stops)
Play it again, Sam.
(Bond) Ha!
- What the hell are you doing here? - Convalescing.
Your friend Chang just tried to kill me.
- You think I had something to do with it? - Well, the thought had crossed my mind.
- What's Drax up to in that laboratory? - Why don't you ask him yourself?
- You're leaving me your phone number? - I don't see the point.
Ah. Now I do.
Not what I want to get stuck with tonight.
James, why don't you pour yourself a drink, huh?
Thank you.
Daily diary.
Fairly deadly diary.
Bollinger. If it's '69, you were expecting me.
A trifle overpowering, your scent.
(Morse code)
Standard CIA equipment - and the CIA placed you with Drax. Correct?
- Very astute of you, James. - Not really. I have friends in low places.
Could this possibly be the moment for us to pool our resources?
It could have its compensations.
Where are you planning on going from here?
I'm not planning on going anywhere.
I suppose you're right, Holly. We would be better off working together.
- Détente? - Agreed.
- Understanding? - Possibly.
- Cooperation? - Maybe.
- Trust? - Out of the question.
Send the night porter up for my bags, please.
(man) Subito, signorina.
Fate passare. Fate passare.
I hope you know what you're doing. I've played bridge with Drax.
007 doesn't usually push the panic button unless it's serious.
I should hope not.
I see you've covered everything with our Italian friends.
- Va bene, questa è la porta. - Sì, signor.
- Is this it? - Yes, sir. È meglio che mettiamo adesso.
- Gas masks? - We can't afford to take any chances.
(# plays tune)
Frederick Gray. What a surprise.
And in distinguished company, all wearing gas masks.
Not being English, I sometimes find your sense of humor difficult to follow.
On behalf of the British government, I apologize.
I think you owe us an explanation, 007.
I've never been so humiliated in my life.
Your man should be taken off the assignment. I'll see you at the consulate.
I'll have to do what he says.
Before you do that, sir, have Q do an analysis of this.
I took it from the laboratory. Tell him to exercise extreme caution. It is lethal.
So there was a laboratory.
You'd better take two weeks' leave of absence, 007.
- Any thoughts on where you might go? - I've always had a hankering to go to Rio.
I think I can recall your mentioning it.
007, no slip-ups or we're both in trouble.
Yes. A minor crisis has been averted.
No, nothing serious, but all merchandise is to be rerouted as from today.
Now, regarding a replacement for Chang. You have someone in mind?
Oh yes, well, if you can get him, of course.
(Tannoy) Flight BA128 to Rio de Janeiro now boarding at Gate 7.
(buzzer)
Welcome to Rio, Mr. Bond.
Volte à esquerda.
The President's Suite.
Really? Well, don't bother showing me the rest. If I get lost I'll take a cab.
(ice clinks)
- Do you come with the suite? - It depends who's renting it.
Vodka martini, shaken not stirred.
- Why were you following me? - I was trying to meet you.
I'm Manuela. I work for Station VH. We have been asked to assist you.
M thinks of everything.
Tell me, do the initials C and W mean anything to you?
C and W? Yes.
Carlos and Wilmsberg. They are very big importers in Rio.
A subsidiary of the Drax Group, I believe, with a warehouse on Carioca Avenue.
- I'd like to pay it a discreet visit tonight. - Tonight?
You may find that a little difficult.
Difficult or not, it's something we have to do.
And meanwhile, how do you kill five hours in Rio if you don't samba?
(music and singing)
- (Manuela) There's the warehouse. - And not a soul about.
- I think there's a way around the back. - Good thinking.
This is it.
Don't talk to any strange men. I'll be back.
(laughter)
- Are you all right? - Yes, but I'd rather dance with you.
I did tell you not to talk to any strange men.
Did you find anything in there?
Only this.
Drax Air Freight.
- You know the airport they operate from? - Yes, São Pedro. Shall I take you there?
No, I think you need some rest. Come on, I'll drop you off.
(Manuela) OK.