Mr. Bond. Mr. Bond, I'm so glad I caught you. Your office called.
They're sending a helicopter to pick you up. Some sort of emergency.
It usually is. Thank you.
(helicopter approaches)
(screams)
(man laughing)
(man) Good afternoon, Mr. Bond.
Don't concern yourself with the pilot. One of my less useful people.
You are now flying Remote Control Airways.
(man laughs)
Think twice, 007. It's a long way down.
(man laughs loudly)
I've looked forward to this moment, Mr. Bond.
I intend to enjoy it to the full.
(man laughs hysterically)
Really, have you no respect for the dead?
Goodbye, Mr. Bond.
I trust you had a pleasant... fright?
You're fading from my picture, Mr. Bond, but the end cannot be far away.
(laughs wildly)
Mr. Bond! Mr. Bond!
We can do a deal.
I'll buy you a delicatessen. In stainless steel.
- Please! - All right. Keep your hair on.
Put me down. Put me down!
Oh, you want to get off?
Mr. Bond!
(loud crash)
# "For Your Eyes Only" by Sheena Easton
# For your eyes only can see me through the night
# For your eyes only I never need to hide
# You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new
# I never felt until I looked at you
# For your eyes only
# Only for you
# You'll see what no one else can see and now I'm breaking free
# For your eyes only
# Only for you
# The love I know you need in me
# The fantasy you've freed in me
# Only for you
# For your eyes only, the nights are never cold
# You really know me, that's all I need to know
# Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine
# But you don't need to read between the lines
# For your eyes only
# Only for you
# You'll see what no one else can see and now I'm breaking free
# For your eyes only
# Only for you
# The passions that collide in me
# The wild abandoned side of me
# Only for you
# For your eyes only
(electronic beeping)
- Afternoon. How's it looking topside? - Beautiful day. Just bringing the nets in.
Fish for supper again.
Decode of Russian satellite data, sir, on British and American ship positions.
- Verify and advise Admiralty. - Yes, sir.
- Afternoon, sir. - Hello, Mac.
My watch.
(speaks in Maltese)
(alarm)
Where the hell did that come from?
(alarm)
- What's going on? - Unidentified object closing fast.
(shouts in Maltese)
(shouting)
Secure Operations Room!
Destruct ATAC system.
(buzzer)
- Yes? - First Sea Lord and Vice Admiral.
Send them in.
Shocking news. We've lost our electronic surveillance ship, the St. Georges.
We had a routine message at 1600 hours yesterday.
Then nothing. We sighted floating debris this morning.
My God, Jack.
- How deep is the water there? - Not deep enough, I'm afraid.
Yes, Comrade Secretary, off Albania.
The suspected British spy ship which we have been monitoring.
It suggests that there is a chance of obtaining the ATAC transmitter.
Of course, Comrade. There will be no direct involvement.
But if it comes on the market we should not lose such a remarkable opportunity.
With that in mind, I've already contacted our usual friend in Greece. Da.
(plane approaches)
- Down you go. Go on. - (parrot) Down you go.
- (parrot) Give us a kiss. Give us a kiss. - I'll give you a nut. Here you are.
Come on.
- Your packages, señorita. - Oh, thank you.
(woman speaks in Greek)
(man) Melina!
(they speak in Greek)
- Thank you, darling. - Hello, Daddy.
Welcome home, Melina. You look beautiful.
- Thank you. - Your call from Athens was a surprise.
I was lucky to find you. You left Crete so suddenly.
Yes. I wanted to come back here and start work on the temple. You between jobs?
Only for a few days. I'll lend a hand, if you want.
Darling, it's beautiful. Thank you.
That's for you. And pistachios for Max.
- James. - Moneypenny, a feast for my eyes.
- What about the rest of you? - Well, I was going to get around to that.
Well, you'd better go in. M's on leave.
The minister's here with the chief of staff and wants to see you immediately.
- I'll be right back. - I can hardly wait.
Haven't you forgotten something?
As M's away.
- Ah, there you are, 007. - Hm.
Minister. Chief of Staff.
Are you aware of our ATAC system, 007?
ATAC, sir. Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator.
Uses an ultra-low frequency transmitter to order our submarines to launch missiles.
Five days ago, our spy ship St. Georges was sunk in the Ionian Sea.
She was equipped with ATAC. If that transmitter fell into the wrong hands,
it would render our entire Polaris fleet useless.
- Every order could be countermanded. - Worse.
Our own submarines could be ordered to attack our own cities.
Have we begun a salvage operation?
An official operation was impossible.
The St. Georges was off the Albanian coast.
We asked Sir Timothy Havelock, the archeologist, to locate the wreck.
Before he could report, he and his wife were killed by a hit man, Hector Gonzales.
The Greek police were able to identify Gonzales from a description
given to them by Melina, Sir Havelock's daughter.
Operation Undertow - the information's all here.
Now, Gonzales is at a villa near Madrid.
Isolate him and apply the necessary pressure to find out who hired him.
(distant dance music)
(dance music)
(branch snaps)
A Walther PPK.
Standard issue, British Secret Service.
Licensed to kill...
or be killed.
Take him away.
(sound of arrow)
(screaming)
Excuse me.
Vamos, rápido, que no se puede escapar. Corred.
Lo tenemos ahora, cógelo.
(man)...por aquí.
You've outstayed your welcome. Come on.
(man) Ése no se puede escapar.
No importa. Sigue, sigue, sigue.
Que se nos escapa.
- Well, I hope you have a car. - This way.
Hurry.
- Who are you? - He killed my parents.
The Havelocks?
I'm sorry.
- How did you know where Gonzales was? - Through a detective agency.
- What were you doing there? - (tires screech)
I'm afraid we're being out-horsepowered.
Excuse me.
Take the low road.
Not that low.
(horn)
You don't mind if I drive, do you?
(engine fails to start)
Por favor, empujen.
(engine starts)
- Go backwards forwards quickly. - Hm?
Love a drive in the country, don't you?
Hold tight.
We haven't been properly introduced, Melina.
My name is Bond... James Bond.
Muchas gracias.
Olympic has a flight at 11.
It should be safe to go to the airport now.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
Really.
- Going back to your father's ship? - Yes, I'm continuing his work.
- But this business is unfinished. - What business?
The man who paid Gonzales.
The Chinese have a saying.
"Before setting out on revenge, you first dig two graves."
I don't expect you to understand. You're English, but I'm half-Greek.
And Greek women, like Elektra, always avenge their loved ones.
I must go.
You were meant to question Gonzales, not let Miss Havelock perforate him.
I quite agree.
We'll have to tell the prime minister Operation Undertow is dead.
She'll have our guts for garters.
If you care to look again at page 2 paragraph 4 of my report, sir,
you will note that I saw someone paying off Gonzales.
Assuming that that was for Havelock's murder, there is still a glimmer of hope.
- I don't follow. - If we could identify that someone...
- Why don't you try the Identigraph? - Hm.
- Yes, sir. - Well, get cracking, 007.
Hm.
Minister.
Hello, Q.
- Smithers, how's the arm? - Coming along very nicely, thank you, sir.
That'll come in handy.
- What are you doing here, 007? - Identigraph, Q.
This way.
- Stinging in the rain? - That's not funny, 007.
I see you got the Lotus back together again.
I disregard these gibes about our equipment, 007.
- I bet you don't find it funny in the field. - Indeed, I don't.
This 3-D visual Identigraph is still in the experimental stage.
Now, once we get a composite of the man,
we can find a match by patching into the photographic files of the Sûreté, Interpol,
CIA, the Mossad...
And the West German Police. Yes, you've told me so already, Q, five times.
Thank you, 007.
Right.
Describe the person you wish to identify and I'll program the information.
Male Caucasian. Late 30s.
Hair - fine, light brown.
That's it. Parted in the middle.
Wait a minute.
Right.
- (Bond) Eyes - a little smaller. - Uh-huh.
Blue. A little greyer.
That's it, you have it. Now, nose.
- A nose, not a banana, Q. - Sorry.
Stop. Lips fuller.
(Q) Uh-huh. Whoops.
- No, no, no. Mouth wider. - Uh-huh.
Good.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sharon. You can go. I'll lock up.
OK.
I reckon we're almost there, Q. Apart from glasses.
- Steel-rimmed. - Yeah.
- Octagonal. - Octagonal.
That's him. That's our man.
Right. I'll try and get a match.
- (buzzer) - Yes?
Ah, sir, the man we want is Emile Leopold Locque.
An enforcer in the Brussels underworld.
He's been convicted of several particularly brutal murders.
He escaped from Namur prison by strangling his psychiatrist.
He has worked for drug syndicates in Marseilles and Hong Kong.
Now reported working for Greek smugglers.
The Italian Secret Service think that he is at this moment in Cortina.
I'll instruct Ferrara, our man in Northern Italy, to contact you there.
And, 007, try not to muck it up again.
I'll do my best, sir.
I'll leave you to lock up. Let me out, will you?
- Grazie. - Prego, signore.
The snow this year is better at Innsbruck.
But not at St. Moritz.
- Ferrara. - Bond, James.
Luigi.
I presume London's briefed you?
If Locque's in Cortina, we'll find him.
I have a reliable Greek contact here. An Anglophile.
He helped us out last year on a smuggling operation.
- Then what's he doing in Cortina? - He...
...spends a few months a year here at his chalet.
He's in shipping, insurance, oil exploration.
Knows everything going on. Very reliable.
The British gave him a medal for resistance fighting during the war.
- Yes, but can I meet him? - I've set it up.
He is waiting for us at the Olympic ice rink.
Good! Extend your arms.
(applause)
- Signor Kristatos? - Ah.
- Kristatos. Aris Kristatos. - Bond. James Bond.
- Would you join me in some gluhwein? - That's a very good idea. Thank you.
Well, gentlemen, how can I help you?
We'd like some information.
My protégée. A sure winner in the next Olympics.
She's completely absorbed in her skating, but innocent in the ways of the world.
The day she wins the gold medal will be the greatest in my life.
(Kristatos) Bibi!
Here are some new admirers for you. Mr. Bond, Mr. Ferrara - Bibi Dahl.
And her coach, Jacoba Brink. Once a world-class skater herself.
I've seen Miss Brink skate. The world will soon see much of your skating, Miss Dahl.
Only if she works harder - much harder.
- Uncle Ari, can't I stop now? I'm pooped. - That's for Miss Brink to decide.
Come, Bibi. Another half-hour of practice.
- Will you take me to the biathlon? - You know I have to work this afternoon.
Bibi wants to know if you would escort her, Mr. Bond.
- I don't think... - I would feel better if you were with her.
Well, I'd be delighted. I'm staying at the Miramonte.
Great!
Now, how can I help you?
- Do you know this man? - Yes. Locque. Columbo's right hand.
Milos Columbo. His name came up in connection with a smuggling operation.
That's the least of his offenses. Drugs, white slavery, contract murder.
In the Greek underworld, he is known as "The Dove". A very sick joke.
- Where is this "Dove"? - In Greece, I would guess.
Once we were like brothers. Now he hates me.
We fought together in the Greek Resistance and against the Communists.
After that, he took a different path.
Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Kristatos.
My pleasure. I leave for Corfu soon. If I get any more information, I will call Ferrara.
What do you think? Does this "Dove", have the resources to mount a salvage?
Definitely. He runs a fleet of intercoastal freighters in the Aegean.
I'll ring my office in Milano. They may have more on him.
- Luigi, I'll see you later. - OK.
- Is this the one you mean, signora? - (woman) I'll take it.
Deliver it to the Hotel Cristallo, please.
Oh! Beg your pardon.
Buongiorno. May I help you?
Yes. Give me a dozen lilies, will you?
I'll pick them up later.
Come on, quickly.
Send them to the funeral, will you?
Slow down. Would you mind telling me what you're doing in Cortina?
- Your telegram. - What telegram?
It said you found the man and to meet you here today.
I didn't send a telegram. Now, get in.
The station, please.
- Are we leaving? - Not "we", you. And now.
You don't tell me what to do.
- La stazione, per favore. - Si, signore.
(siren)
Did you find the man who hired Gonzales?
I'm working on it.
He's here, isn't he? That's why you're here.
- Driver, stop. Go back. - Vai avanti.
- I'm staying. - So you can put an arrow in his back?
You do that and we'll never find out who is behind this.
It was my parents they killed, not yours. Let me out. Driver, stop.
Vai avanti.
Presto.
Melina, look at me. You were lucky once but they are on to you now.
The telegram, the motorcycles, they prove it.
- Please, let me handle this. - You? How are you involved?
All I can say is it's something of vital interest to both our countries.
More important than my parents?
Your father was part of it. He thought it important enough to risk his life.
Now, Melina, please trust me. Go back to the Triana and wait.
Let me find out what I can here, then I'll come straight to Corfu.
OK. I'll go back and wait. But not for long.
It won't be, I swear.
Amore, amore.
(shower running)
Don't they have showers at the ice rink?
How did you get in here?
One of the porters is a fan. He'll do anything for me.
And I'll do anything for you.
I'm exceedingly flattered, Bibi, but you're in training.
That's a laugh. Everybody knows it builds up muscle tone.
You can start building up a little more muscle tone by putting on your clothes.
Don't you like me?
Why, I think you're wonderful, Bibi, but I don't think your Uncle Ari would approve.
Him? He thinks I'm still a virgin.
Yes, well, you get your clothes on and I'll buy you an ice cream.
Ah. Shall we?
Don't you ever come up for air?
That's why I'll get the gold medal. Breath control.
Yes, well, you can't lose.
(gunshots)
(PA) The leading skiers are now at the firing range: Wolf Ghul from Austria,
Kerel Behrta from Switzerland, Wolfgang Blatt from Holland...
(screams in delight)
(PA) And now Eric Kriegler, last year's East European champion.
He's passing people and coming up on the West German champion, Hans Wolf.
- There's Eric Kriegler. - The East German champion?
- Isn't he beautiful? - You know something, Bibi? You're fickle.
Hey, Eric!
Come on, let's go watch him shoot.
Eric!
Eric, we'll have a drink at the finish.
- Well, Bibi, I'm afraid I have to leave you. - No, James, stay with me.
I have an appointment.
Will you come and say goodbye at the practice rink later?
Please, we're going back to Greece soon.
All right, but if I can't make it, all I can say is don't grow up any more.
- Huh? - The opposite sex would never survive it.
Libero.
- Ehi tu, dov'è il casco? - Guarda.
Guardia, c'è un pazzo qua.
(gunfire)
It won't take long. Don't play with the switches.
Right.
James!
- James, what took you so long? - Well, I took the scenic route.
Tell me more about your boyfriend, Eric Kriegler.
He doesn't smoke, he only eats health foods and he won't even talk to girls.
- James, you're jealous. - Of course.
What else can you tell me about my rival for your affections?
They say he's a defector from East Germany.
Bibi! It is time for your rubdown.
I could eat you up alive.
Farewell, Mr. Bond, but not goodbye.
(hooter)
(hooter goes twice)
(hooter goes six times)