Gentlemen, this may only be an exercise so far as the Ministry of Defense is concerned,
but for me it is a matter of pride that the 00 Section has been chosen for this test.
Your objective is to penetrate the radar installations of Gibraltar.
The SAS have been placed on full alert to intercept you,
but I know you won't let me down.
Good luck, men.
Oh, blast!
Damn!
That's it, chum. You're out of it.
Game's up, mate. You're dead.
No!
Halt.
Here, hold on. You're dead.
It's all so boring here, Margot. There's nothing but playboys and tennis pros.
If only I could find a real man.
I need to use your phone. She'll call you back.
- Who are you? - Bond. James Bond.
Exercise control, 007 here. I'll report in an hour.
Won't you join me?
Better make that two.
Saunders, head of Section V, Vienna. You're bloody late.
This is a mission, not a fancy-dress ball.
We have time.
- Where's our man? - In the box, between the KGB minders.
Lovely girl with the cello.
Forget the ladies for once, Bond.
Koskov will leave the concert at the interval.
We'd better go.
Turn off the light.
Now, let's understand one another, Bond. General Koskov is a top KGB mastermind.
His defection is my baby. He contacted me. I've planned this out to the last detail.
- You'll want the soft-nosed ones, I expect. - No, the steel-tipped.
KGB snipers usually wear body armor.
- What's your escape route? - Sorry, old man. Section 26, paragraph 5.
That information is on a need-to-know basis only. I'm sure you understand.
Koskov is under intensive KGB surveillance.
A sniper has been assigned to watch him,
and he expressly asked for you to protect him.
- Why me? - He's under the impression
you're the best.
- Where's the car? - In the alley out the back.
Bring the chair.
It'll take him about 10 seconds to reach us.
Plenty of time for a sniper to make strawberry jam of him.
There's Koskov now.
What's he waiting for?
Sniper. Two floors up, center window.
The girl with the cello.
Fire, Bond. Fire.
Shoot her. What are you waiting for?
You missed deliberately.
Where is he?
- In the boot. - First place they'd look.
- But my escape route... - Scrubbed.
Get in the front.
- James! James Bond! - Later, General.
Lose them. I'll pick you up at the border at 2300 hours. Be there.
- How will you get him out? - Sorry, old man.
Section 26, paragraph 5: need-to-know. I'm sure you understand.
- The sniper was a woman. - I noticed.
Some of the best KGB shots are women.
- Did you...? - I'd rather not talk about it.
No, no. Of course not.
They are looking for me. If they close the border, how will I get out?
Don't you worry about that, Georgi. We have a pipeline to the West.
Rosika Miklos.
- Our man here. - Good to work with you again, Mr. Bond.
Come.
Keep quiet.
- We must hurry. Get him in the pig. - "Pig"? What is "pig"?
Scouring plug to clean out the pipeline. This one's been designed to carry a man.
Pipeline? You mean our pipeline?
Great Soviet achievement - piping natural gas into the West.
- But... but not me! - Don't worry, Georgi. It's a piece of cake.
Never mind cake. If you open valve before 100, he will be borscht.
Pigs, borscht, cake... There must be another way.
Get in.
- Put on the mask and breathe normally. - Not talk!
Relax. Our engineers have spent months perfecting this.
- How many times have you done this? - You're the first.
Remember, when this says 100, turn this. Not before.
- Where are you going? - To take care of the supervisor.
When pig goes, his control panel will light up like Christmas tree.
Welcome to Austria, General.
Come on. Up you go.
Come on! Come on, hurry up! Come on!
That's all right. We've got him.
Excuse me. Shut it now.
Thank you.
Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success, and officially still yours.
I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007.
I'm reporting to M that you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper.
Stuff my orders. I only kill professionals.
That girl didn't know one end of a rifle from the other.
Go ahead. Tell him what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it.
Whoever she was, I must have scared the living daylights out of her.
Russian general defects.
Ula Yarkhov. Confirmed kills, three. Probable kills, two.
Assassination methods: strangulation with hands or thighs.
- James, she's just your type. - Wrong again, Moneypenny. You are.
I'll file that with the other secret information.
Specialist in child impersonations.
Assassination method: explosive teddy bears.
That's all the KGB female assassins.
You know, we could try freelancers stationed outside the Soviet bloc.
It'll have to wait. M wants you out at the Blayden safe house.
Right... Looks like it's a dead end here anyway.
Good.
Something we're making for the Americans. It's called a ghetto blaster.
You'd better hurry. M wants you to pick up a parcel at Harrods on your way.
Be a dear and ask Records to monitor Czech publication and news services
for any mention of a woman cellist at the conservatoire in Bratislava.
I didn't know you were such a music lover, James.
Any time you want to drop by and listen to my Barry Manilow collection...
Sorry, sir. Excuse me.
Bloody Yanks.
Good morning, sir.
Control here. 007's on his way.
Morning.
Sorry, Mr. Bond. You'll have to leave the metal.
Thank you, sir.
- Good morning, sir. May I help you? - No, thanks. I'll manage.
- They're expecting you in the drawing room. - Thank you.
Come.
James! James, I will never forget what you did for me.
Thank you so... What's this?
From Harrods. A godsend.
- The food here is horrible. - The foie gras is excellent.
As Russians say: "Hearts and stomachs good comrades make."
What's this? Caviar. That's peasant food for us, but with champagne it's OK.
Bollinger RD. The best.
The brand on the list was questionable, so I chose something else.
Superb, Mr. Bond.
- May I suggest we resume the debriefing? - Absolutely. Go ahead. I'm all yours.
- Where's the usual milkman? - What d'you say?
- Where's the usual man? - Flu.
- Hey, mate. Watch it. - Kitchen entrance, round the back.
General Leonid Pushkin is why I defect.
What, your... your KGB superior?
Gogol's replacement when he joined their foreign service.
Once we were like brothers, but now he's a different man.
Power has gone to his head. He's sick, like Stalin.
He hates our new policy of détente.
I have here a secret directive from Pushkin: Smiert Spionom.
"Death to Spies", Minister.
For an assassination program, with list of targets - British and American agents.
When this starts, Soviet and Western Intelligence could destroy each other.
God forbid, this might lead to nuclear war.
Unless Pushkin can be... How do you say?
...put away.
- Where is Pushkin now? In Moscow? - Da.
But in three days he will leave for Tangier.
Cover: North African Trade Convention.
Real reason: new directive.
Minister, in view of the importance of what Mr. Koskov has just told us,
I believe we should consult with higher authority.
By all means. Good day, Mr. Koskov.
Good day, sir.
There you go. There's a good lad.
- Good morning. - Put it down there, would you?
Ta.
Green Four to base.
Green Four, this is Control. Where are you?
Green Four, do you read me?
Green Four to base. We have gas leaks in main building.
Some personnel overcome. Evacuate and send for emergency medical services.
Control to Green Four. I read you.
Control to all stations: code 10. Initiate emergency drill.
Evacuate the main building. Emergency...
Green Four to base: major gas explosion. Keep clear of the main building.
KGB!
Keep back, everybody!
- Get up. - Don't kill me. Don't kill me!
- Move. Move! - Emergency services have been called.
Keep clear of the main building. Keep clear of the main building.
Assistance is on its way.
- Who's that for? - You, comrade.
Help him or I kill you both.
Move. Hurry.
Please keep calm. Stay away from the house.
Please don't use your private radio phones.
Two dead, two in hospital, and Koskov probably back in Moscow, if not dead.
We're the laughing stock of the Intelligence community.
Our first major coup in years, snatched from right under our noses by the KGB,
only hours after he defected.
- No trace of him? - Nothing.
- Then there's this Pushkin matter. - Well, I must be off.
Meeting with the PM this afternoon.
We have to nip Smiert Spionom in the bud.
Pushkin should be in Tangiers in two days' time.
A termination warrant has been issued for him.
This plot to kill agents sounds rather far-fetched. I know General Pushkin.
Do you think I don't? I've dealt with him on several occasions.
Our paths have crossed over the years. He's tough and resourceful, but...
- I can't believe he's a psychotic. - Neither did I until today.
This arrived in Gibraltar. It was found near 004's body.
Your name was on Pushkin's list too, 007.
There are a few things I'd like to check out first, sir. That sniper, for instance.
Yes, I've read Saunders' report.
You jeopardized the mission to avoid shooting her.
Not exactly, sir. I had to make a split-second decision.
- It was instinct. - I'll recall 008 from Hong Kong.
He can do it. He doesn't know Pushkin. He follows orders, not instincts.
- You can take a fortnight's leave. - No...
Sir.
If it has to be done, I'd rather do it.
Right, bring it down slowly. Gently, now.
- Morning, Q. - Morning, 007.
Mind your head.
I've got something for you. We're just winterizing this.
Now, pay attention, 007.
A key-ring finder.
- Surprise me. - You arm it by pressing that button there.
See?
Right. Now wear that.
Right. Now, whistle the first bars of "Rule, Britannia".
Stun gas. Effective range about five feet.
Disorientates any normal person for about 30 seconds.
You don't find too many normal people in this business, Q.
How do I blow up the room? Whistle "God Save the Queen"?
It so happens that we've packed the finder with highly concentrated plastic explosive,
sufficient to remove the door of any safe.
It's magnetic. The actuating signal is personalized.
- What's my code? - Most appropriate. A wolf whistle.
You mean...
Stop!
You may find the keys useful. They open 90% of the world's locks.
All right, sit down and make yourself comfortable.
- Well done, Moneypenny. That's her. - Records sent over this translation.
"Kara Milovy, talented scholarship cellist,
whose arm was injured in a minor accident last week,
will be back at the academy on Thursday with Borodin's String Quartet No. 2 in D."
That's tomorrow.
Moneypenny, I'll need travel documents for Tangier, via Bratislava.
And keep this between ourselves.
That girl must be very talented.
Believe me, my interest in her is purely professional.
Just taking the Aston Martin out for a quick spin.
Be careful, 007. It's just had a new coat of paint!
I dropped the gun in the river.
The KGB made quite a mess.
You're English. Who are you?
I heard you play at the conservatoire yesterday.
It was exquisite.
I saw what happened on the tram. Where did they take you?
KGB headquarters?
- They released me this morning. - Take a look across the street.
They let you go so they could follow you.
I don't understand. Why are you trying to help me?
What did Pushkin want? Did he ask you about Georgi Koskov?
- He wanted to know where he was. - Did you tell him?
No.
That was clever of Georgi, using blanks.
Made the British believe his defection was real.
- How do you know that? - He told me.
- You saw him? - Two days ago. He's safe and sound.
- You're a friend of his? - We've been through quite a lot together.
Dear Georgi. He kept his promise to send for me.
Where are we going? To London?
No, not yet. The British think he'll be safer if they keep him moving around.
- We might catch up with him in Vienna. - Vienna?
We must leave immediately, before they pick you up again.
- But how? - We'll manage.
Get packed. Bring some warm clothes.
Looks like we got away with it.
My cello. It's at the conservatoire.
- I'll get you another in Vienna. - We must go back for it.
We have 10 minutes before they discover what's happened.
- I must get my cello. - No way.
Come on, get in.
Why didn't you learn the violin?
- You've picked up the police band. - There must be an atmospheric anomaly.
They're looking for a foreign car. A man and a woman.
And a cello.
Looks like they just found us.
Pull over to the side and stop.
- What happened? - Salt corrosion.
They're setting up roadblocks.
- What is this? - I've had a few optional extras installed.
Amazing, this modern safety glass.
Look out!
See where this leads to.
This road only leads to the lake.
Time to leave.
James!
Brace yourself.
We almost made it.
Come on! Quick! Go.
Glad I insisted you brought that cello.
Sorry.
Not far now.
Here, wave this.
Duck!
- We've nothing to declare. - Just a cello.
If you wait here, sir, I'll find the chief.
General Pushkin, it's a pleasure.
I'm Brad Whitaker. Didn't expect to see you in Tangiers.
- General Koskov with you? - Nyet.
War has always been man's main occupation.
Fools say his greatest accomplishments were the wheel and the alphabet.
I say it's a battering ram and gunpowder.
How do you like my pantheon of great commanders?
- Butchers. - Surgeons.
They cut away society's dead flesh. Let me show you something.
At ease, Sergeant. This way, sir.
My hobby - the strategy and tactics of the world's historic battles.
Afghanistan, the North-West Frontier, 1895.
The initial trial of the first automatic machine gun: the .303-caliber Maxim.
The King's Royal Rifles wiped out a vastly superior force.
Kept the British in Afghanistan for another 25 years.
What you Russians need nowadays is the equivalent of a modern Maxim.
Third-generation starlight scopes.
A laser-sighting, short-barreled machine pistol.
Infantry mini-missiles. Range 5km. And smart - just fire and forget.
It penetrates all existing armor.
- Samples of everything ordered. - The order is cancelled.
You'll return our deposit of $50 million within the next 48 hours.
You can't be serious, General. Do you know how hard it is to obtain this equipment?
I mean, this is the latest US and European stuff.
I've made commitments, letters of credit, special payoffs.
We know you've had our money in your Swiss account for eight weeks,
and that you have made no payments of any kind.
I can't cancel orders at this late date.
As one soldier to another, you have my word of honor...
Spare me your military pretensions. What army did you serve in?
You were expelled from West Point for cheating.
Then a short stint as a mercenary in the Belgian Congo.
Later you worked with various criminals that helped finance your first arms deals.
Lies spread by my competitors.
You seem to forget your "wars of liberation" that I have supplied through General Koskov.
Those are my business credentials.
The money in two days, or you'll find yourself out of business permanently.
Georgi Koskov as well.
I don't know what you two are scheming, but it is over. Is that understood?
Careful.
Taxi!
Vienna's beautiful, just like Georgi said.
- You care for him a great deal, don't you? - I owe him everything.
My scholarship at the conservatoire, my Strad.
- Your cello's a Stradivarius? - A famous one. The Lady Rose.
- Georgi got it in New York. - Quite a present.
Maybe someday I'll play there, at Carnegie Hall.
- Georgi believes I can do it. - I'm sure he's right.
- We go to him now? - Yeah. Unless he had to move on.
If he did, I'm sure he left a message.
Danke.
Careful.
Good afternoon, Mr. Bond. You will need your usual suite?
Not tonight, Hans. Something with a second bedroom.
- Shall I have some vodka martinis sent up? - Shaken, not stirred.
Of course.
- Universal Exports. - Bond here.
I need two tickets for the opera tonight, to be left at the box office.
- Do you like it? - For princess or wife of commissar?
- Let's buy it. - Don't joke. Who will pay?
Georgi, of course.
Please. Stop it.
The chief wants you.
We have to report.
Very good. At ease, Sergeant.
Pushkin wants the money back.
Don't worry. We've convinced the British that Pushkin is a danger.
They will send their best man, James Bond, to eliminate him.
I'm not convinced. Necros can do it.
I've worked with the Russians. My appearance is well known to them.
It could jeopardize my comrades who depend upon me.
And they depend upon me. Where else will they find a steady supply of arms?
Our basic plan is sound. Pushkin is, how you say, history.
Not yet. Your James Bond hasn't laid a finger on him.
The British are naturally cautious. An additional inducement will ensure this.
For instance, if another agent were eliminated.
Do it. But if Pushkin is still alive on the last day of the conference, kill him.
- All my life I've dreamt of this. - Maybe you'll play here one day.
That's too much to hope for. Excuse me for a few moments.
- Isn't that...? - The cello girl.
- The KGB sniper? Why bring her here? - She's not KGB. She's Koskov's girlfriend.
She shot blanks at him to make his defection look real to us.
Koskov's defection phony? The KGB snatched him back.
That's what we were supposed to think.
These are serious accusations, Bond. What are you up to?
I'm posing as Koskov's friend to see what leads I can get from her.
You know he bought her a cello in New York called the Lady Rose?
- A cello with a name? - It's a Stradivarius. They all have names.
Where would Koskov get that kind of money? Check it out.
I'll need papers for her tonight. I have to get her out of the country by tomorrow.
Here... I took these this afternoon.
Look, this is highly irregular. I won't get the OK from London for a day at least.
It can't wait, Saunders.
That girl's our only chance of getting Koskov back.
Very well. I've got nothing to lose but my pension.
Meet me at the Prater Café near the Ferris wheel at midnight.
- No more. - This one.
Take me on the wheel.
You'll be able to see better.
- Ballon, mein Herr? - Nein.
Is it real or just a dream?
What's wrong? Why do we stop?
I arranged it. We could be here all night.
Don't. It's impossible.
Knowing you only two days and all I can think of is how we would be together.
Don't think. Just let it happen.
Do you want another ride?
I'll be back in a minute. There may be a message for me.
It was bought recently at auction in New York.
Lot 124, the Lady Rose, a cello by Stradivarius of Cremona, 1724.
Sold for $150,000 to Brad Whitaker.
Whitaker? The arms dealer?
The same.
Koskov and Whitaker.
- Where's Whitaker now? - At his place in Tangier.
Well done.
Good luck.
Saunders...
Thanks.
Where are you going?
What's the matter?
Bad accident back there.
Did you hear?
Hear from Georgi?
Yes.
I got the message.
He's with Whitaker in Tangier.
- Brad Whitaker? The American? - You know him?
He's a patron of the arts. Georgi said he'd help me.
How soon do we have to go?
Immediately. I promised Georgi I'd get you back as soon as I could.
- Can't we stay here a few days? - No. We leave first thing in the morning.