Captain wants you to keep 500 feet.
Maneuvering Control, come in shallow to 500 feet.
- Keep 500 feet. - 500 feet, sir.
What the hell's going on, Eddie?
Emergency stations. Emergency stations. Captain to the control room.
What the hell's going on?
- Control? Maneuvering. - Control. Captain.
I'm losing electrical frequency. I'll have to break down the system.
Total loss of power on all sonar sets.
Surface. Low forward, full aft. Full ahead. Raise the search periscope.
Oh, my God.
Put him through. Good morning, sir.
No, First Sea Lord. No, there's been no contact with Ranger yet, sir.
No. No sightings, no distress signal, sir.
It looks very much like it. Yes. Yes, of course I will, sir.
We've lost one of our nuclear submarines.
MOSCOW
What?
The submarine Potemkin disappeared without trace?
But what a catastrophe, Comrade Chairman.
Yes, of course. I will assign our best agent immediately.
Rubelvitch, where is Agent Triple X?
On leave, at the People's Rest and Recuperation Center.
It's been a wonderful weekend.
- I shall never forget it. - Nor will I. When can we meet again?
As soon as my mission is accomplished.
I must go. I have to be in Austria tonight.
Five more minutes.
Agent Triple X. Calling Agent Triple X.
You will report to headquarters immediately. Acknowledge and verify.
This is Triple X. Message received and understood.
Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. I understand the gravity of the situation.
Yes, I'll put our best man on it at once.
Goodbye.
Moneypenny, where's 007?
- He's on a mission, sir. In Austria. - Tell him to pull out immediately.
Oh, James, I cannot find the words.
Let me try and enlarge your vocabulary.
- What's happened? Where are you going? - Sorry. Something came up.
- But, James, I need you. - So does England.
He has just left. He has just left.
Over and out.
Message received. We are waiting. Over and out.
Now.
Send in Agent Triple X.
You sent for me, Comrade General.
Good morning. Major Amasova, we are facing a most delicate situation.
Our nuclear submarine Potemkin has disappeared.
- Sabotage? - That is for you to find out.
We have one lead, a connection in Cairo. You leave tonight.
Will that be all, Comrade General?
There is one more thing.
I regret to inform you, Major, that Agent Sergei Barsov has been killed.
On a mission, at Berngarten in the Austrian Alps.
A tragic occurrence, Comrade General.
It had not escaped our notice that you had been more than friends for some time.
I'm very sorry.
- How did he die? - We haven't all the details yet,
but it appears he'd become involved in a British Secret Service operation.
Please keep me informed, Comrade General.
I should very much like to meet whoever was responsible for his death.
Sea King 05, finals to land, over.
Sea King 05, this is Faslane. Ground 160, five knots.
Sea King 05, roger, out.
- Good morning, sir. - Morning.
- Morning, 007. - Hello, Q.
- Mission successful? - On and off.
- Morning, Commander. - Morning, sir.
- Captain Forsyth. - Commander.
Commander Bond, sir. Mr. Frederick Gray, Minister of Defense.
Morning, Commander.
Admiral Hargreaves, Flag Officer Submarines.
- Ark Royal, wasn't it? - Yes, sir.
- I believe M told you about this. - Yes, Minister.
Over here, please, gentlemen.
This is Ranger's prearranged course to her patrol area?
- That's right. - How many people knew this course?
Admiral Hargreaves, myself, and Talbot, the captain of the submarine.
Good God.
- Where did this come from? - For the moment that's top secret.
I see, sir.
This means the Russians can track our submarines underwater and sink them.
- I believe it does. - How could they? It's impossible.
No, it's quite simple, really.
Heat-signature recognition, most likely.
- With your permission, Minister? - Yes, of course.
You see, we already know that satellites with infrared heat sensors
can detect a nuclear missile in flight by its tail fire.
Well?
Someone can now locate a nuclear submarine in exactly the same way -
by its wake.
That means they can totally undermine our Western defense strategy.
It looks like it, yes.
- Where did we get the tracing, Freddie? - Cairo. Diplomatic bag.
Somebody got hold of the plans of that tracking system and is trying to sell them.
They sent us that tracing as proof that it's genuine.
If there is a deal to be made, the price will be high.
High? Astronomical.
That missing submarine had 16 Polaris missiles aboard.
I take it we have a contact in Egypt?
M will give you the details. You leave tonight.
- Dr. Bechmann and Professor Markovitz. - Thank you.
Gentlemen, now that the moment has come to bid you farewell,
I congratulate both you, Doctor, and you, Professor,
on your brilliant work in the development of the submarine tracking system.
Thanks primarily to you, I'm happy to say
that the first phase of our operation has met with considerable success.
I have instructed my assistant to have paid into your Swiss bank account
the sum of ten million dollars each.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you indeed.
And that, I think, concludes our business.
Before you go, however, I very much regret to inform you
that a dangerous development has recently been brought to my notice.
Someone has attempted to sell the plans of our project to competing world powers.
Someone intimately associated with the project.
My dear, it would perhaps be more seemly if you were to leave us. Thank you.
It was you who betrayed me. You had access to all the information.
And now you will pay the penalty.
Once again, gentlemen, my most profound thanks.
- Sandor. - Yes, sir.
Jaws...
I'm assigning you the task of recovering the microfilm copy of the tracking system.
Sandor, you will go with him. Obey him.
Every person who even comes into contact with that microfilm
is to be eliminated.
Stand by for helicopter takeoff.
All personnel clear of the flight-deck platform.
Cancel transfer of 20 million dollars.
Inform next of kin that a tragic accident
has resulted in the deaths of Professor Markovitz and Dr. Bechmann.
The funeral was at sea.
May the peace of Allah descend upon this abode and allow a poor traveler to enter.
May the these miserable quarters be sufficient to your honored needs.
James Bond. A delightful surprise after all these years. Do sit down, my dear fellow.
I wondered what you were going to do when you went down from Cambridge.
I never had any problems knowing what you were going to do, Hosein.
We don't only have oil, you know.
What can I offer you? Sheep's eyes? Dates? Vodka martini?
Information. Who is putting the submarine tracking system on the market?
What a pity it is you persist in being so businesslike.
The gentleman you will eventually be dealing with is a certain Max Kalba.
Eventually?
To reach Kalba, you must first make contact with a man called Aziz Fekkesh.
I'll give you the address of his apartment in Cairo, but it's too late to meet today.
Can I persuade you to accept a bed for the night?
It's kind of you, Hosein, but I really feel I...
Are you quite sure I can't persuade you to stay the night?
When one is in Egypt, one should delve deeply into its treasures.
Mr. Bond?
Yes. I'm sorry. The door was open.
- Mr. Fekkesh is expecting me. I phoned. - He asked me to give you a message.
- He will be a little late. - May I ask where he is?
Mr. Fekkesh asked me to entertain you while you are waiting.
Really?
Where is Fekkesh?
- You are very suspicious. - I find I live much longer that way.
Now, where is he?
If there's anything you would like. Anything at all...
Well, I had lunch, but I seem to have missed dessert.
As urgent as my appointment is, I'd hate him to walk in and surprise us.
There is no danger of that.
He's going to be some time, then, is he?
Is he meeting someone?
I'm sorry. I cannot answer that question.
I think you can.
No!
Where's Fekkesh?
- Where's Fekkesh? - Pyramids.
What a helpful chap.
You've come to the most fabulous and celebrated place in the world.
Here on the plateau of Giza stands the mightiest of human achievements.
No traveler, emperor, merchant or poet
has trodden on these sands and not gasped in awe.
The curtain of night is about to rise
and disclose the stage on which the drama of a civilization took place.
Those involved have been present since the dawn of history,
pitched stubbornly against sand and wind.
And the voice of the desert has crossed the centuries.
Excuse me, Major. I'll be back in a moment.
With each new dawn, I see the sun god rise on the far bank of the Nile.
I am the faithful warden at the foot of his Lord.
So faithful, so vigilant,
so near him that he gave me his face for my own.
I am a pharaoh's companion, and I am he...
the Pharaoh.
This is the tomb of Cheops, Pharaoh of the fourth dynasty 4,500 years ago.
Here is the great pyramid which he built to defend himself against death.
Here in the depths of this tomb
a servant of the king awaits the call to set out upon his journey into eternity.
Death lies waiting.
- Where is Fekkesh? - With the Pharaohs.
- You killed him. - No, he was dead when I found him.
Hope you enjoyed the show.
Good night.
What an unexpected pleasure. Welcome to the Mujaba Club.
Buy you a drink, Major Amasova? Or may I call you Triple X?
- So you know who I am. - You made quite an impression.
I'm sorry about Ivan and Boris. They exceeded their orders.
Well, good staff is hard to find these days.
- Yes, sir? - The lady'll have a Bacardi on the rocks.
For the gentleman, vodka martini, shaken not stirred.
Touché.
Commander James Bond,
recruited to the British Secret Service from the Royal Navy.
Licensed to kill, and has done so on numerous occasions.
Many lady friends, but married only once.
- Wife killed... - All right. You've made your point.
- You're sensitive, Mr. Bond. - About certain things, yes.
Now, if you'll excuse me, tragically I have a previous engagement.
Happily enough, so do I.
- Goodbye, Mr. Bond. - Let's say au revoir.
I have the oddest feeling we'll be meeting again sometime.
- I'm looking for a Mr. Kalba. - Mr. Max Kalba is the owner of the club.
Over there.
Mr. Kalba, my name is Bond. James Bond.
What of it?
You had an appointment with a Mr. Fekkesh.
Well?
He won't be joining you.
- You have something I'd like to buy. - I would like to bid for it too.
You forgot your drink, Mr. Bond.
Thank you. Na zdorovia.
It seems you have competition, Mr. Bond.
And from where I sit, I fancy you will find the lady's figure hard to match.
Might the contestants at least be permitted to view the article for sale?
And now, who will start the bidding?
Mr. Kalba, sir? The telephone. An urgent call.
Excuse me.
Pardon me.
This is Kalba.
Hello? Hello?
Another?
We've really got to stop meeting like this.
Kalba was called to the phone. What happened?
He was cut off. Permanently.
- The microfilm? Where is it? - Search me.
He must have it, or you wouldn't be here.
You don't know who he is. He's a professional killer.
Called Jaws? Make no mistake, Mr. Bond.
I want that microfilm.
- And I'm going to get it. - Unless I get it first.
Watch out!
Don't move.
The microfilm. Give it to me.
Egyptian builders.
Sorry.
You're just too late.
Give me the key.
The key.
The key!
Try the big one.
Can you play any other tune?
Let's try reverse. That's backwards.
Would you like me to drive?
- Women drivers. - Quiet. Watch this.
Shaken, but not stirred.
That gorilla must have his teeth fixed by a riveter.
By the way, thanks for deserting me back there.
Every woman for herself, remember?
Still, you did save my life.
We all make mistakes, Mr. Bond.
The cylinder-head gasket.
What did he say?
Well, he thinks we're a bit overdressed, but he'll take us to Cairo.
It's getting cold.
Is there anything I can do to warm you up?
You don't have to worry about me. I went on a survival course in Siberia.
Yes, I believe a great number of your countrymen do. What did they teach you?
That it's very important to have a positive mental attitude.
- Nothing more practical than that? - Food is also very important.
- What else? - When necessary, shared bodily warmth.
That's the part I like.
- Is this really what they do in Siberia? - Yes, but not how they do it.
You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?
The thought never crossed my mind.
Just when it was getting interesting.
Where's the girl?
- Morning, Moneypenny. - Morning.
Is he in?
My, it must have been quite a party.
Boring, Moneypenny. As a matter of fact, I dropped off.
- Hello, James. We've been expecting you. - Good morning, sir.
There's been a change of plan.
You probably recognize my opposite number in the KGB, General Gogol.
And I believe you're familiar with Major Amasova.
Enough to know which brand of cigarette she smokes.
Our respective governments have agreed to pool their resources
to find out what happened to our submarines.
We have entered a new era of Anglo-Soviet cooperation.
And as a sign of Russian good faith,
I'm prepared to make available the microfilm recovered by Agent Triple X.
With considerable ease, I might add.
Don't bother with it, sir. It's useless. I examined it on the boat.
I assure you, it is quite genuine.
Except that the vital technical information has been taken out.
This was only intended to whet our appetites.
Maybe Q can make something out of it.
I want that ready for Ahmed's tea party.
- After you, Alexis. - Oh, no, no. After you, Miles.
Thank you.
That could bring tears to your eyes.
Everybody ready? Right.
We're pretty certain that this drawing was drafted in Italy.
The size corresponds with a Venetian octavo, and the typeface is an Italian one.
Note the slight upward stress on the transversals.
Q, what's that mark there?
Oh, probably something the drawing was resting on when it was photographed.
- Must have been done in a hurry. - Can you enlarge it?
Hm. Wait a minute.
"Oratory". What is that?
- It's another word for chapel. - Looks a bit like a bishop's miter.
It is a fish. That is the symbol of the Stromberg shipping line.
Karl Stromberg? But he's one of the world's richest men.
One of the principal capitalist exploiters of the West, sir.
It's not "oratory". It's "laboratory".
Stromberg has a marine research laboratory.
On Corsica, I believe.
Well done, James.
Actually, sir, it is in Sardegna.
That's brilliant.
I'm certain that two such perceptive talents will enjoy working together,
and that it will help to make Anglo-Soviet cooperation a reality.
Here we are.
That was a delicious meal. Thank you.
I didn't realize you had such a healthy appetite.
Neither did I. It must be traveling by train. I always enjoy it.
I remember when...
- Oh? What do you remember? - I was going to talk about a mission.
Silly, isn't it? We can't talk and yet we're in the same business.
- But with rival companies. - We're not rivals at the moment.
No.
Then how about a nightcap on the company? My company.
I'm very sorry. I have an idea tomorrow's going to be a busy day. I must sleep.
Yes.
- Well, then, sleep well. - And you.
- Good night. - Good night.
What happened?
He just dropped in for a quick bite.
- You're hurt. - Later.
Let's worry about you.
What was it they taught you on that survival course?
A positive mental attitude.
And shared bodily warmth.
Nothing about keeping out of draughts.
Still enjoy traveling by train?
You saved my life.
Thank you, James.
I'm sorry.
Why don't you lie down and let me look at it?
What can we use for a bandage?
How about this?
Wait a moment.
Good morning, Major Boothroyd.
Look what Q's brought for us. Isn't it nice?
Now pay attention. I want you to take great care of this equipment.
- There are one or two accessories... - Q, have I ever let you down?
Frequently.
You have a reservation in the name of Sterling.
Ah, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. Booked from Cairo.
- That's right. - We have suite A5 - a sitting room...
and two bedrooms.
Moneypenny being a little overefficient. Any messages for me?