(speaks Russian)
(man shouting orders in Russian)
(beeping)
(speaks Russian)
(speaking Russian)
(speaks Russian)
(yelling in Russian)
# Well, East Coast girls are hip
# I really dig those styles they wear
# And the Southern girls with the way they talk
# They knock me out when I'm down there
# The Midwest farmers' daughters really make you feel all right
# And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
# They keep their boyfriends warm at night
# I wish they all could be California girls
# I wish they all could be California girls...
I thought you'd never get back.
- There was a crowd on the piste. - So I see.
- Mission accomplished? - Best beluga.
Vodka, rather shaken, and one microchip.
Good. I'll make a signal to M.
Be a good girl, and put her on automatic.
And we could do with a couple of glasses.
They're in the overhead rack.
(motor revs)
Commander Bond!
Call me James. It's five days to Alaska.
# Meeting you
# With a view to a kill
# Face to face in secret places
# Feel the chill
# Nightfall covers me
# But you know the plans I'm making
# Still over sea
# Could it be the whole earth opening wide?
# A sacred "why?"
# A mystery gaping inside
# The weekend's why
# Until we dance into the fire
# That fatal kiss is all we need
# Dance into the fire
# To fatal sounds of broken dreams
# Dance into the fire
# That fatal kiss is all we need
# Dance into the fire
# The choice for you
# Is the view to a kill
# Between the shades, assassination standing still
# The first crystal tears
# Fall as snowflakes on your body
# First time in years
# To drench your skin with lover's rosy stain
# A chance to find a phoenix for the flame
# A chance to die
# But can we dance into the fire?
# That fatal kiss is all we need
# Dance into the fire
# To fatal sounds of broken dreams
# Dance into the fire
# That fatal kiss is all we need
# Dance into the fire
# When all we see is the view to a kill
Thank goodness you're here.
Very nice. Don't you think it's a little over the top for the office?
I've been trying to reach you all morning. What have you been up to?
Rest and recreation.
The trip back from Siberia took a lot out of me.
Your dedication when you're on the job is most commendable.
(M) Omit the customary pleasantries. We're pressed for time.
I'll fill you in later.
- Minister. - Commander.
Good morning, sir.
A new pet, Q?
If, 007, you'd ever bother to read any memos sent from my department,
you'd realize this is a prototype of a highly sophisticated surveillance machine.
Now we're all here you can start the briefing.
Very good, sir.
Gentlemen...
A silicon integrated circuit. Essential to all modern computers.
No lecture, Q. We're all aware of the usefulness of the microchip.
Until recently, all microchips were susceptible to damage
from the intense magnetic pulse of a nuclear explosion.
- Magnetic pulse? - Yes, Minister.
One burst in outer space over the UK and everything with a microchip in it,
from the modern toaster to sophisticated computers - and our defense systems -
would be rendered absolutely useless.
We'd be paralyzed, at the Russians' mercy.
That's why one of our private defense contractors came up with this.
A chip totally impervious to magnetic pulse damage.
Now, if I place it on the micro-comparator
and compare it with the chip Bond recovered from the body of 003 in Siberia,
when I bring the two images together...
They're identical. The KGB must have a pipeline into that research company.
It would appear so.
Six months ago that company was acquired by an Anglo-French combine,
Zorin Industries.
I presume, sir, there has been a security check of the plant.
A very extensive one, but we have no leads.
What about Zorin himself?
Max Zorin? Impossible. He's a leading French industrialist.
A staunch anti-communist with influential friends in the government.
Yes, but with due respect the leak did occur after Zorin bought the company.
Precisely why I've already initiated investigations.
- All right, but let's be discreet about it. - But of course, Minister.
You have exactly 35 minutes to get properly dressed, 007.
Come on, Fluke, move your ar...
- Who is number one? The grey with him? - That's Pegasus, Zorin's horse.
- With the cane. Is that Max Zorin? - (M) Yes.
Born in Dresden. Fled from East Germany in the sixties.
French passport. Speaks at least five languages, no accent.
Now the talk of the City and the Bourse.
- The old rags-to-riches story. - Made his first fortune in oil and gas.
Now a second in electronics and hi-tech.
Who's that with him under the hat? With the red dress. A girlfriend?
We're not sure about her.
American. She's never far from him. Name's May Day.
(Bond) And dressed for the occasion.
(Moneypenny) Come on, Fluke, get a wiggle on.
(commentator over PA) Pegasus making a move,
and as they go for the line Pegasus storms clear from Fluke and Cooper Girl.
Unbelievable.
In all my years as a trainer I've never seen a horse run such a fast last furlong.
Sir Godfrey Tibbett. Our department.
- Many congratulations. - Thank you.
- Lucky man, Zorin. - Could be more than luck, Admiral.
- Fixed? - Your guess is as good as mine.
The French Jockey Club hired a detective friend of mine, Aubergine, to look into it.
Easy, Pegasus.
Calm down. Calm down.
Steady, steady.
- She must take a lot of vitamins. - Perhaps Pegasus does too.
I should meet with this detective friend of yours, Sir Godfrey.
Yes. He might have some interesting information for us.
- Set it up, Tibbett. - Right you are, Admiral.
Moneypenny, be a darling and collect that for me.
- I'll buy you dinner when we get back. - Pegasus.
Bollinger, '75.
I see you are a connoisseur, monsieur Bond.
- Ensuite, Lafite Rothschild '59. - Another excellent choice.
I'm pleased you approve, since you're paying the bill.
- Cheers. - Santé, Monsieur Aubergine.
So the Sūreté has no information on Zorin before he came over from East Germany?
Through a personal connection I saw his dossier myself.
But even Sūreté records are sometimes incomplete.
Et voici maintenant the fabulous Dominique and the enchanted papillons.
(ethereal music)
Perhaps we should add this butterfly to our collection, no?
Tell me, why do Zorin's horses beat others with far superior bloodlines?
- This is a mystery. - Could he be using drugs?
Nothing showed up in the tests.
Later this month, Zorin will hold his annual sales at his stud near Paris.
Security is formidable, but the key to the mystery is there.
And I, Achille Aubergine, intend to find it.
- (man) Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, monsieur? - There's a fly in his soup.
Pardonnez-moi.
- Taxi! - Non, non...
Follow that parachute.
No, my car.
My car! Oh!
(honks horn)
(horns and shouting)
Congratulations.
So?
(laughs)
May I remind you this operation was to be conducted discreetly.
Six million francs in damages and penalties
for violating most of the Napoleonic Code.
Under the circumstances I thought it more important to identify the assassin.
What did you learn from Aubergine before his demise?
Only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud. I think I should be there.
- Can you help me with that, Sir Godfrey? - I'll try to arrange an invitation.
It's a bit short notice, but I might just be able to squeeze you in, Bond.
Sir Godfrey, your hat.
- Mr... Saint John Smith? - St. John Smythe, my dear.
- My name is Scarpine. Head of security. - How do you do?
- We have a room for you at the chateau. - Splendid.
The preview is already in progress at the main stables.
- Is that it? - No, those are the servants' quarters.
The stables are over here.
Let me escort you there.
- Catalog of the sales. - Thank you.
Tell me - the Ithacus colt, is it here?
- You mean the full brother of Pegasus? - Yes.
He's the outstanding horse of the sales.
He'll be shown last. We expect him to fetch over three million dollars.
Sounds quite reasonable.
If you need any further assistance, please call me.
Thank you.
Steady, Pegasus.
Keep him on a tight rein.
Steady now, Pegasus. Steady.
(voices)
(PA) We are now very proud to present the full brother of Pegasus.
Monsieur Smythe?
Monsieur Zorin has been unavoidably detained.
He's anxious to meet you and hopes to do so at the reception later.
I look forward to it. There you are, Tibbett. I wish you wouldn't keep wandering off.
I'm sorry, sir.
Your driver may stay with the servants.
I'm sure that'll be more than adequate for him. What do you say, Tibbett?
- Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex. - Of course you are.
I'll call a porter.
That won't be necessary. My man will take care of it.
- Let me show you to your room. - Thank you.
When you're ready, Tibbett.
I take it you spend a lot of time in the saddle.
- I love an early morning ride. - I'm an early riser myself.
Come along, Tibbett. Stop wheezing.
Don't stand there panting. Unpack. Here, let me help.
Yes, sir. Oh, thank you, sir.
- The reception is at six. - Thank you, my dear.
Tibbett, you heard what Miss Jenny Flex said - there is a reception at six.
- I'll need a white jacket and a black tie. - Yes, sir.
And if possible a clean shirt.
Oh, my Lord, Tibbett. Look at the state of my clothes.
- How on earth do you pack my bags? - Sorry, sir.
Mr. Faras told his trainer he'll go to a million for the Ithacus colt.
- Good. Anything from St. John Smythe? - Nothing. But I'd hate to be his valet.
- (Bond) You'll have to buck up your ideas. - (Tibbett) I'm sorry, sir.
Don't be so damned obsequious.
(Bond) What the devil's wrong with these shoes?
- It's like they were wiped with an oily rag. - Terribly sorry, sir.
So you should be. I don't know how long you expect to remain in my employ...
Well done, my good man.
Do we have to keep this up when we're alone?
A successful cover becomes almost second nature.
What's all this business about Pegasus disappearing?
One minute he's in his stall. The next, neither hide nor hair of him.
- We should look into it. - Don't you concern yourself with that.
There's the man I saw at the Pegasus stable.
- Another wealthy owner? - Who knows?
- But she'd bear closer inspection. - We're on a mission.
Sir Godfrey, on a mission I am expected to sacrifice myself.
Lovely party.
Enjoying our little party, monsieur Saint John Smythe?
Immensely. St. John Smythe.
Looks as though you'll have a good turnout for the sale tomorrow.
May I introduce Miss Sutton? Sheikh Farouk.
- Welcome. - Mr. Zorin. Main Strike all set?
We'll know after the 22nd.
- Thank you. - Enjoy yourself.
- You were looking for something? - Yes, I was looking for the bar.
Come. I will show you.
By the way, the name is St. John Smythe. James St. John Smythe.
Dr. Carl Mortner. At your service.
- Hiya, doc. - Good afternoon, Mr. Conley.
Mr. Conley, Mr. Smythe.
Bob Conley.
Are you a trainer?
Horses? Hell, I can't even ride. I'm in the oil business.
- Oh. Texas? - (click)
Frisco. I handle Mr. Zorin's oil interests there.
Would you excuse us? Honey, I'll show you something really interesting.
- Are you a doctor of medicine? - No, no.
I am Mr. Zorin's breeding consultant.
Really? Then you can let me into a little secret. How is it you succeed
with breeding bloodlines that other experts consider inferior?
Selective breeding is important, ja.
But more important is conditioning and a desire.
- Are you talking about people or horses? - (click)
Oh, ja. My principles apply equally to human beings.
- Allow me to introduce myself. - Mr. Zorin, it's a great pleasure.
Carl, one of the grooms asked if you'd go to the stables.
You will excuse me?
I must congratulate you, Mr. Zorin. Your stables are magnificent.
Built in the 16th century by a duke who believed he'd be reincarnated as a horse.
Have you been interested in thoroughbreds long?
I had a rather dotty old aunt die and leave me some stables.
So I thought it might be rather fun to breed and race horses. I take it you ride?
I'm happiest in the saddle.
A fellow sportsman.
What about fishing? Fly casting?
I'm neglecting my guests. Enjoy yourself. The ladies are stimulating company.
I'm sure they are.
Hello. I thought you might like to join the party.
The name is James St. John Smythe.
I'm English.
- I never would have guessed. - Really?
Monsieur?
Are you buying or selling?
- Selling? - Horses.
I'm not interested in horses.
You came to the wrong place, didn't you?
May Day.
Get her away from him.
I've seen him somewhere before.
Have Security keep a good eye on him.
You didn't say what part of the States you come from, Miss...
No. I didn't.
- I suppose you travel a lot? - Your helicopter leaves in 20 minutes.
Does that mean you're not staying? I was hoping we'd spend the evening together.
Now I shall be all alone.
I doubt that.
- Let me walk you to the chopper. - That won't be necessary.
- Someone will take care of you. - You'll see to that personally, will you?
Are you looking for this?
Quite a letdown.
- St. John Smythe? - Sleeping like a baby.
(snoring)
That's a boy.
There we are.
Interesting. He's had surgery.
Surgery... That is how Zorin won the race.
Dr. Mortner implanted one of these microchips into Pegasus.
These microchips are programmed to control an injection
of additional natural horse steroids, to overcome fatigue during the race.
How?
The injection itself, with that small needle,
is triggered by a remote-control transmitter
small enough to fit into the tip of a jockey's whip... or a cane.
The lights.
There's a world surplus of microchips and Zorin is hoarding them.
(voices)
- I'm afraid I wasn't much help. - Don't worry. It's all wrapped up.
Keep your guard up higher and retain your balance.
(muffled shouting)
(they laugh)
- What now? - Better get back.
The tape ran out five minutes ago. Good night.
(phone rings)
- I told you not to disturb us. - (Scarpine) It's very important.
- There's been intruders in the warehouse. - Put Security on full alert.
Let's see where Mr. St. John Smythe is.
He was the man at the Eiffel Tower.
- We must find him. - I'll get dressed.
May Day, where have you been? I've been waiting for you.
To take care of me personally.
I see you're a woman of very few words.
What's there to say?
- Is everything here? - Ja, ja.
Except this. It is in the wrong place.
Bring St. John Smythe to my study first thing in the morning.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
I understand you wish to see me.
- You slept well? - A little restless, but I got off eventually.
I have the Progeny Index on the computer. A compilation of thoroughbred bloodlines.
Might be helpful to you in selecting your purchase this afternoon.
As I see it, you need a stallion, for breeding.
A stallion sounds right to me.
I find a computer indispensable.
I have a stallion. Descended from that horse there.
Misty.
According to the computer we have several horses that might interest you.
Would you be interested primarily in stamina?
- Or speed? - A little of both would be ideal.
I think I have just the horse for you.
It's time for my morning ride. Why don't you try him out?
That sounds a very good idea. I shall get into some riding clothes.
Half an hour, then? Scarpine will collect you.
Thank you.
(hums)
Tibbett, get into town and ask M to put a trace on this cheque.
Be quick. If those guards we laid out identify us, we'll have to move fast.
What shall I say if they ask where I'm going?
Tell them you have to get the car washed.
Just going to town to get the car washed.
- Your mount, Mr. St. John Smythe. - A beautiful beast.
A little spirited. What's his name?
Inferno.
- Friends of yours? - Exercise boys.
Jumping together is more realistic training.
I prefer cross-country to steeplechase.
As one sportsman to another, I'll make you a proposition.
You can have that Ithacus colt gratis if you stay this course.
- And if I'm thrown? - Then you lose.
You leave me little choice.
Splendid. Scarpine will start us.
Stand clear.
Keep going. Keep going.
Sir Godfrey, let's get...
You lost, 007.
- Killing Tibbett was a mistake. - I'm about to make that mistake again.
My department know I'm here. They'll retaliate.
If you're the best they have, they'll more likely try to cover up your incompetence.
Don't count on it, Zorin.
- You amuse me, Mr. Bond. - Well, it's not mutual.
Other side.
Open up.
- Good morning, Comrade Zorin. - General Gogol.
- This meeting is ill-advised. - A calculated risk.
But necessary, since you refuse to answer your control.
- Come to the point, General. - You disregard procedure.
You did not request approval before eliminating 007.
- Reprisals might jeopardize operations. - You jeopardize mine!
The British penetrated the Siberian research center.
Regrettable.
Your racing activities attract unnecessary attention,
but more disturbing are your unauthorized commercial ventures.
We cannot tolerate that.
The issue is irrelevant. I've made new associations.
- I no longer consider myself a KGB agent. - We trained you. Financed you.
What would you be without us? A biological experiment.
A physiological freak.
Enough of this. Control yourselves.
You will come back to us, Comrade. No one ever leaves the KGB.
Gentlemen.
For centuries alchemists tried to make gold from base metals.
Today we make microchips from silicon, which is common sand.
But far better than gold.
For several years we've had a profitable partnership - you as manufacturers,
while I acquired and passed on to you industrial information
that made you competitive and successful.
We are now in the unique position to form an international cartel
to control not only production but distribution of these microchips.
There is one obstacle.
Silicon Valley, near San Francisco.
Over 250 plants employing thousands of scientists, technicians.
This is the heartland of electronic production in the US,
which accounts for, what, 80% of the world microchip market.
I propose to end...
the domination of Silicon Valley.
- And leave us in control of that market. - What is it you propose?
Project Main Strike.
For which, each of you will pay me one hundred million dollars.
Plus half our net income?
Under an exclusive marketing agreement with me.
- These are outrageous terms. - A demonstration may convince you.
- I want no part of it, thank you. - As you wish.
The rest of our discussion must of course be confidential.
- Would you wait outside? - If you'd like me to, yes. Excuse me.
May Day will provide you with a drink.
This way.
Does anybody else want to drop out?
Wow.
- What a view. - To a kill.
- Looking for something special? - Yes. Soft-shell crabs.
Might have some in the back.
I'll be a few minutes.
Chuck Lee, CIA. It's a pleasure working with 007.
- Thanks. What about Zorin? - He's in town. I can have him tailed.
Not yet.
Conley is a geologist. Runs Zorin's oil reclamation project in the East Bay.
Last job, chief engineer in a South African gold mine.
Left in a hurry after a cave-in killed 20 miners.
Zorin's kind of man. What about the girl? And the cheque?
Know how many "S Suttons" there are in the US?
We're watching Zorin's account. The cheque wasn't cashed.
- Mortner? - Got a real winner here.
His name is Hans Glaub, a German pioneer in the development of steroids.
That ties in with the horse injections.
In World War II he used steroids on pregnant women in concentration camps
in an attempt to enhance intelligence.
- With any success? - Virtually every mother aborted.
A handful of children were produced with phenomenal IQs,
but there was a side effect. They were psychotics.
Why wasn't this Mortner - or Glaub - tried by the War Crimes Commission?
The Russians grabbed him, gave him a laboratory.
He spent years developing steroids for their athletes, then vanished 15 years ago.
- When Zorin came over to the West. - Could Zorin be one of the steroid kids?
He's definitely the right age, and he's certainly psychotic.
What about his oil operations?
- Mr. O'Rourke. - Aye.
- Can you spare a minute? - Sure thing.
The oil operation looks clean, except for a problem with the crab fishermen.
Good morning, Mr. O'Rourke. Here's that reporter I told you about.
Mr. O'Rourke, I understand you have a problem.
That Zorin oil pumping station ruined one of the best crab patches in the bay.
- Scared them away? - They didn't go nowhere.
They just disappeared.
I'd like to take a look at that oil pumping station.
That'll be tough. It's very heavily guarded.
We'll be testing new equipment shortly.
Keep a sharp lookout. Don't let anyone near this dock.
Very good, sir.
- Valves 5 to 15 are open, sir. - What's the report from the wells?
(May Day) Wells report valves open and ready to receive water.
(Zorin) Good. Open valves 16 to 25.
(technician) Valve 10 operating at half capacity.
(Zorin) Give me an update on valve procedure for the Main Strike program.
(Conley) We'll have it checked in the morning.
Valves to wells 26 to 30 open, sir.
Activate pumping procedure. 50 per cent power.
Increase it. Maximum.
- The new seals are not fully tested. - Main Strike's in three days.
- Any delays, I hold you responsible. - Yes, sir.
Bring it up to full, slowly.
(alarms)
- Shut down. The propeller's jammed. - Fix it.