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Mr. Bond!

Mr. Bond, so glad I caught you. Your office called.

They're sending a helicopter to pick you up.

Some sort of emergency.

Yes, it usually is. Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Bond.

Don't concern yourself with the pilot.

One of my less useful people.

You are now flying Remote-Control Airways.

Think twice, 007. It's a long way down.

I've looked forward to this moment, Mr. Bond.

I intend to enjoy it to the full.

Really! Have you no respect for the dead?

Goodbye, Mr. Bond.

I trust you had a pleasant fright!

You are fading from my picture, Mr. Bond.

But the end cannot be far away.

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! - You want to get off?

Mr. Bond!

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 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

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 won't need to read between the lines

For your eyes only

Only for you

You 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

Afternoon. How's it looking topside?

Beautiful day. Just bringing the nets in.

Fish for supper again.

Adjust signal to Code 3.

Transfer signal to central computer.

Decode of Russian satellite data, sir.

On British and American ship positions.

- Verify and advise Admiralty. - Yes, sir.

- Afternoon, sir. - Hello, Mac.

My watch.

Internal power transfer to "Run" position.

"Run" position on.

Where the hell did that come from?

What the devil's going on here?

We have an unidentified object closing fast!

Secure operations room!

Destruct ATAC system!

Yes?

The First Sea Lord and Vice-Admiral are here, sir.

Send them in.

Shocking news, Minister.

I'm afraid we've lost our electronic surveillance ship,

the St. Georges, sir.

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.

Now, 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.

Yeah.

Down you go. Go on.

Down you go!

Give us a kiss! Give us a kiss!

I'll give you a nut. Here you are. Go on.

Come on.

Your packages, señorita.

Thank you.

Melina!

Thank you, darling.

Hello, Daddy.

Welcome home, Melina, my darling.

- You look beautiful. - Thank you.

Your call from Athens was such a pleasant 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 again.

- 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,

and the Minister has arrived 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?

Well, as M's away...

There you are, 007.

Minister, Chief of Staff.

Are you aware of our ATAC system, 007?

ATAC, sir?

Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator,

uses an ultralow frequency coded transmitter

to order our submarines to launch ballistic missiles.

Five days ago our spy ship, St. Georges, was sunk in the Ionian Sea.

She was equipped with ATAC.

Now, if that transmitter were to fall 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, Minister?

An official operation was out of the question.

The St. Georges was off the Albanian coast.

We asked Sir Timothy Havelock, the marine archeologist,

to secretly locate the wreck.

Before he could send in his report,

he and his wife were killed by a Cuban 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.

Just relax

And push it back

There is no limitation

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it inside you?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it inside me, too?

Try to keep it up

And ease it in

Gettin' a good vibration

If you come too late

And have to wait

To get the big sensation

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it movin' smooth and slow?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Come back and let the lovin' flow

A Walther PPK.

Standard issue, British Secret Service.

License to kill,

or be killed.

Take him away.

Excuse me.

Whoever you are, you've outstayed your welcome. Come on.

- Well, I hope you have a car. - This way.

Heel! Heel!

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?

I'm afraid we're being out-horse powered.

Excuse me.

Take the low road!

Not that low.

You don't mind if I drive, do you?

Go backwards forward, quickly!

I love a drive in the country, don't you?

Hold tight!

By the way, we haven't been properly introduced, Melina.

My name is Bond.

James Bond.

Olympic has a flight at 11:00.

Should be safe to go to the airport now.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Really.

You going back to your father's ship?

Yes, I'm continuing his work.

But this business is still 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 Electra,

always avenge their loved ones.

I must go.

You were meant to question Gonzales,

not let Miss Havelock perforate him.

I quite agree, sir.

We'll have to tell the Prime Minister

Operation Undertow is dead in the water.

She'll have our guts for garters!

If you care to look again at page two, paragraph four of my report, sir,

you will note that I saw someone paying off Gonzales.

Now, assuming that that was for Havelock's murder,

then there is still a glimmer of hope.

I don't follow.

If we could identify that someone...

Why don't you try the Identigraph?

Mmm!

- Yes, sir. - Well, get cracking, 007!

Mmm!

Minister.

Hello, Q.

Smithers. How's the arm?

Coming along very nicely, thank you, sir.

That will 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 managed to get the Lotus back together again.

I disregard these jibes about our equipment, 007.

I don't suppose you 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.

Now, describe the person you wish to identify,

and I'll program the information.

Male Caucasian, late thirties.

Hair fine, light brown.

That's it.

- Part it in the middle. - Here, wait a minute.

- Right. - Eyes.

A little smaller.

- Blue. - Right.

A little grayer.

That's it. You have it.

Now, nose.

- A nose, not a banana, Q! - Sorry.

Stop.

Lips fuller.

Whoops!

No, no, no, mouth wider.

Good!

Thank you.

Thank you, Sharon.

- You can go. I'll lock up. - Okay.

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.

Yes?

Hello, 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.

Yes, sir.

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?

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 the King's Medal for resistance fighting during the war.

Yes, but can I meet him?

I've set it up.

He's waiting for us at the Olympic Ice Rink.

Pull! Extend your arms!

Right! Be sure you don't turn!

Pull!

Out! Straight! Straight!

Signor Kristatos?

Ah!

Kristatos. Aris Kristatos.

Bond. James Bond.

Would you care to join in some Glühwein?

That's a very good idea. Thank you.

Well, gentlemen?

How can I help you?

We'd like some information.

Good!

My protégé.

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.

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,

and I think the world will soon be seeing

a great deal of your skating, too, 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.

Uncle Ari, will you take me to the biathlon?

Bibi, you know I have to work this afternoon.

Bibi wants to know if you would escort her, Mr. Bond.

- Well, I don't think... - I would feel better

if there were someone with her.

Well, I'd be delighted. I'm staying at the Miramonti.

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 last year.

That's the least of his offenses.

Drugs, white slavery, contract murder...

In the Greek underworld, he's known as "The Dove."

A very sick joke.

Where is this Dove?

Somewhere 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'll call Ferrara.

What do you think, Luigi?

Does this Dove, Columbo,

have the resources to mount a salvage operation?

Definitely.

He runs a fleet of intercoastal freighters in the Aegean.

I ring my office in Milan. They may have more on him.

- Luigi, I'll see you later. - Okay.

Is this the one you mean, signora?

Thank you. I'll take it.

Deliver it to the Hotel Cristallo, please.

Beg your pardon.

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?

Hey, slow down!

Now, would you mind telling me what the devil you're doing in Cortina?

- Your telegram! - What telegram?

It said you'd 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.

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!

- I'm staying! - So you can put an arrow in his back?

You do that, and we'll never find out who or what is behind all this.

It was my parents they killed, not yours.

Let me out. Driver, stop!

Melina, look at me.

You were lucky once, but they are on to you now.

The telegram, the motorcycles back there, they prove it.

Now, please let me handle this.

You? How are you involved?

All I can tell you 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. I promise you.

Okay. I'll go back and wait.

But not for long!

It won't be. I swear.

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.

Well, I'm exceedingly flattered, Bibi,

but you're in training.

That's a laugh!

Everybody knows it builds up muscle tone.

How about 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.

Shall we?

Don't you ever come up for air?

That's why I'll get the gold medal.

- Breath control. - Yes, well, you...

You can't lose!

The leading skiers are now in the pipeline.

There is Wolf Kuhl from Austria,

Theo Bergen from Switzerland,

Wolfgang Schlacht from Holland,

and now, here comes the main team...

And now, Erich Kriegler,

last year's East European champion,

is passing some back markers

and coming up fast to the West German champion,

Hans Wolf.

Just two laps to go...

There's Erich Kriegler.

The East German champion?

Isn't he beautiful?

You know something, Bibi? You're fickle.

Hey, Erich!

Come, let's go watch him shoot.

Erich!

Erich, 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.

Well, will you come say goodbye to me at the practice rink later?

Please James, you're going back to Greece soon.

All right, but if I can't make it,

all I can say is, don't grow up anymore.

Huh?

The opposite sex would never survive it.

Won't take long, Luigi.

Don't play with any of the switches, will you?

Right.

James!

James, what took you so long?

Well, I took the scenic route.

Tell me more about your boyfriend, Erich Kriegler.

He doesn't smoke. He only eats health foods,

and he won't even talk to girls.

James, you're jealous!

Well, 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.

Oh, I could eat you up alive!

Farewell, Mr. Bond! But not goodbye!

I'll be finished around 6:00. Meet me here.

James!

How did you know I was here?

Well, I radio-telephoned the Triana and they told me you were coming ashore.

I have to go shopping for the crew.

Why don't you come with me and we can talk?

Why not?

Thank you!

I think you may need that.

My father loved the view from here.

I can see why.

We came here often.

Is Corfu your home?

No, my real home's always been the Triana,

the Greek Islands, Turkey, North Africa,

wherever my father's work took us.

Did he leave any notes? They could help us.

No, I don't think so.

To tell the truth,

I haven't had the courage to go into his study since.

Try not to think about it now.

I'm meeting a man tonight at the casino

who may give us a lead.

Banco.

You're perspiring, Bunky.

Evening, Contessa.

500,000.

Only half? Where's your courage, Bunky?

Courage is no match for an unfriendly shoe, Countess.

Bravo, Bunky.

Lucky night!

The odds favor standing pat.

If you play the odds.

Would you cash these in for me, please?

- Thank you. - Thank you very much, sir.

Excuse me.

Aperitif, please?

Ouzo for me, please.

And to eat?

I'll have the prawns, Savoura salad,

- and Bordetto. - An excellent choice. I'll have the same.

May I suggest a white Robola wine

from Kefalonia, my home place?

Well, if you'll forgive me, I find that a little too scented for my palate.

I prefer the Theotaki Aspro.

After our last meeting,

I am asking myself why you want to know about Locque, Columbo's man.

Now, I know Columbo runs heroin to be refined here

before it is sent to England.

So, I think I see the answer.

You are from the British Narcotics Board!

Am I right?

Go on.

I wish you luck, my friend.

But I must warn you. Stopping Columbo will be difficult.

He has important connections. You cannot just arrest him.

You must find a different way.

You may have to kill him.

Does this discourage you?

Just tell me where he is.

Over there, with the woman in blue.

We ignore each other, but I wanted you to see him.

He is a secret partner in the casino here.

But we are perfectly safe.

He will do nothing in his own place.

And the Countess?

Lisl, an Austrian.

Expensive mistress.

She sometimes shills for the house.

If she bets, it's with other people's money.

But I must warn you,

stopping Columbo will be difficult.

He has important connections.

You cannotjust arrest him.

You must find a different way.

You may have to kill him.

Does this discourage you?

Just tell me where he is.

You're a disgusting man.

How dare you talk to me like that?

I will speak to you any way I please. Sit down.

You're making a spectacle of yourself.

Get out!

Nothing would please me more.

This may be an opportunity.

This may be a trap.

If you play the odds.

As you wish.

Take my car. I'll play a little chemin.

Ask the chauffeur to come back for me.

Allow me.

May I drive you home?

No, thank you. I'll take a taxi.

No courage?

Seriously, you may have a job finding one this time of the night.

Well, you look like a gentleman.

Why not?

I am the Countess Lisl von Schlaf.

My name is Bond.

I'm a writer. I'm preparing a novel about Greek smugglers.

Do you know any?

Smugglers? How would I know any smugglers?

Well, I would have thought that a lady in your position

would get to know many things.

I'd really be most grateful.

How grateful?

Very.

I adore grateful men.

May I call you tomorrow, Countess?

I'm a night person. I have champagne and oysters in the fridge.

Why not come in for a bite?

I won't need you anymore tonight.

Cheers.

Bottoms up.

Whoops!

Me nightie's slipping.

So is your accent, Countess.

Manchester?

Close.

Liverpool.

It was a very amusing performance between you and the owner of this.

What exactly did Columbo whisper to you?

That you're a spy, to find out more about you.

And have you?

Have I ever.

When you're ready to leave, you can take my car.

Well! That sounds like a dismissal.

I was rather looking forward to breakfast.

James!

Lisl! Lisl, come back!

Get in.

Goodbye, Countess.

What the...

Now what should I do with you?

You cannotjust arrest him.

You must find a different way.

You may have to kill him.

- Does this discourage you? - Huh?

Just tell me where he is.

I'm here, Mr. Bond of the British Secret Service.

But I'll tell you,

it is Kristatos you want, not me.

He told you about himself.

He's the one with the powerful connections.

Locque works for him, not for me.

I smuggle, yes. I smuggle gold, diamonds, cigarettes, pistachio nuts,

but no heroin.

Sit down.

That I leave to him

when he is not too busy working for Russia

against my country and yours.

My country awarded him the King's Medal.

Yes, I know.

But other people died for it.

All through the fighting in Crete, he was a double agent.

King's Medal.

I would laugh if my heart was not so heavy

about my poor Lisl.

What does Kristatos gain by setting you up?

Well, I know too much about him.

He wants me out of the way.

By using a British agent to do his dirty work for him,

your government might give him another medal.

Why should I believe you?

Well, I'll prove it to you tonight.

We'll go together to his warehouse in Albania.

Okay?

If I don't report in by tomorrow morning,

not only will my people but the entire Greek police

be down on you like a load of bricks.

Don't worry.

By tomorrow, we'll be good friends.

Let us drink to that.

I'll wait till tomorrow.

You may need this.

I'm a good judge of men.

Mr. Bond,

you have what the Greeks call thrassos.

Guts.

So have you, Mr. Columbo.

Cheers.

Locque!

Watch it.

Santos! Nikos!

JIM diving equipment,

for salvage work at depths of over 300 feet.

Raw opium.

An old smuggler's trick. Kristatos knows them all.

Get your men out of here.

Now!

You left this with Ferrara, I believe.

He had no head for heights.

Where did the St. Georges sink?

We can't be sure for certain.

We know it was in this vicinity.

Your father was using the temple as a front.

Kristatos killed your father

because he didn't want him to find the St. Georges

before he did.

Kristatos.

How can I help?

Where does your father keep his records, his daily log?

Daily log! Daily log!

Father and he were pals for 30 years.

He repeats everything.

Give us a kiss!

- What's his name? - Max.

- Max! - Thank you.

Hello!

It's all shorthand.

He used a special kind.

I was the only one who could decipher it.

He made several surveys in Neptune...

What's Neptune?

Our two-man submarine.

According to this, he saw a diving bell

- here. - A diving bell?

Oil exploration.

Kristatos.

Three days later, he sighted a wreck in the same area.

And?

That was his last entry.

The day he was killed.

Well, air will be useless at this depth.

We'd need a special mixture of oxygen and helium.

I have all the necessary equipment aboard.

The less people that know about this, the better.

I'll give the crew shore leave, apart from the mate and two others.

Let's get on with it.

584 feet.

An oxygen-helium mix at that depth will give us

eight minutes. We're going to have to work fast.

Wouldn't the St. Georges' crew have destroyed the transmitter?

Only if they'd had the chance to set the explosive timer.

We have a visitor below.

Conserve your gas supply.

Speak only when necessary.

I hope he was dining alone.

You'd better go back to the sub and wait.

No, no. I'm staying.

That should be the command cabin.

Eureka!

"Main destruct timer under lever,

"right of ATAC housing,

"dualed by ring main circuit

"through anti-handling charger."

The destruct timer's set at one minute.

For some reason, the lever wasn't pulled.

The transmitter with the thermite charge.

Hold these.

"To bypass trembler switch,

"cut wires in following procedure."

Cutters.

Screwdriver.

That's it. Let's get out of here.

James!

James, help!

No!

James! I won't make it.

We both will.

Get back to the sub, fast. I'll stall him.

James!

Try and close the CO2!

I'm trying!

Careful, James! It's 5,000 years old!

Thank you, Mr. Bond!

You have saved us the trouble of disarming it.

Apostis, take that.

Where are the men I left on board?

You will soon be joining them.

Let the girl go, Kristatos,

and I guarantee we'll double whatever you're getting.

Oh! I never go back on a deal.

It would be bad for my reputation.

I will deliver it and return with the money.

The voice of the KGB.

Our agreement was to meet in a place designated by me.

After they pay, I will turn the transmitter over to them.

It must not be let out of your sight, Apostis.

Nor mine, Herr Kristatos.

Where are we going?

We will take the ATAC to St. Cyril's.

St. Cyril's?

I'll arrange the pickup.

Bind that wound.

We don't want any blood in the water.

- Not yet. - Murderer.

You have shot your last bolt, Miss Havelock.

Oh, leave their legs free.

They'll make appetizing bait.

I didn't think it would end like this.

We're not dead yet.

Hold tight.

Turn around. We go again.

Take a deep breath!

Once again. Hurry!

Oh, leave him.

Turn. Run them down.

Follow me!

The sharks have them. Make port.

Thank you.

Hello!

Give us a kiss!

Max, not now.

Kristatos is still alive.

Yes, and probably on his way to Moscow or Havana by now.

We'll never get him.

Or the ATAC.

ATAC to St. Cyril's! ATAC to St. Cyril's!

ATAC to St. Cyril's!

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

That's putting it mildly, 007.

Your signal sent Whitehall into shock.

Do you know, so far we've managed to locate

439 St. Cyrils in Greece.

Heaven only knows to which one Kristatos took the ATAC.

I know a well-informed person to contact about that, Q.

St. Cyril's, where we used to hide from the Germans.

Only Kristatos would make an abandoned monastery his personal retreat.

My friend, I've been studying this place for years

for just such an occasion.

We'll split here, huh?

Your best approach will be on the right face,

which is away from the building.

Then you will have to make towards the shed on the left,

which houses the basket and the electronic winch.

It can be operated only from the shed.

Good luck.

Should have brought more of my people.

James is counting on surprise.

But we are only five men.

And one woman.

18!

19!

20!

Twen...

- 50 more. - That's the pits!

I'm supposed to be skating, in Oslo, in Innsbruck.

What are we doing in this creepy place?

Our plans are changed!

We're going to live in Cuba for a few months.

Cuba?

You can skate privately, without distractions.

I will be your audience.

What a drag that'll be!

I want to win the gold medal!

We all want that.

I know what you want, but you're too old for me!

I'm splitting.

You have done this! Poisoned her against me!

Don't blow your top, Ari. Leave her alone.

I will deal with you, Jacoba Brink,

as I deal with everyone who betrays me.

Bibi.

You're so young.

You must have a sponsor.

I'll find another one.

Go outside and check the guards.

Let me know as soon as the helicopter arrives.

James!

Apostis.

One of Kristatos's killers.

Shut him up.

Here.

Get the door.

Hurry, unless you want me to go without you.

You know, I will never leave you.

Your general is late.

Only bad weather would delay him.

Cover the windows!

Let's go.

He's all right. Leave him.

He's all right.

Back!

Okay. Let's go.

I'll be with you.

Sorry.

Cover the door!

Where's Kristatos? And keep your voice down.

We are leaving him.

But he mustn't know until we are gone.

All right, we'll help you if you help us.

Come.

Where are the guards?

That way.

Wait here.

Hey!

Move!

Where's Kristatos?

The other side of the courtyard.

You'd better stay here.

Where's Brink? What have you done to her?

- Go back to your room! - You can go to hell!

Drop it.

- Where's Kristatos? - He's left with the ATAC!

You're going to pay for it!

Oh, you're not as fast as you used to be!

No, Melina, that's not the answer.

We'll turn him over to the Greek police.

Out of my way, James.

All right.

But be prepared to dig those two graves.

That's detente, comrade.

You don't have it,

I don't have it.

Well! Seems as though Bibi has a new sponsor.

- Well? How's it going? - I've patched through

a high-security line to the satellite.

- You can try Bond now. - Good.

- Are you through to Number 10? - Standing by, sir.

You know what I'd like?

I can't imagine.

A moonlight swim.

007, are you there?

Bond!

Bond!

Bond, are you there?

Bond!

For your eyes only, darling.

Bond!

- Bond! - Bond! Bond!

- He's there! - Patch in the Prime Minister.

I'll get it, Denis.

- Hello. - Mr. Bond on the line, Prime Minister.

Mr. Bond!

I wanted to call you personally

and to say how pleased we all are

that your mission was a success.

- Thank you. - Thank you! Thank you!

Don't thank me, Mr. Bond.

Your courage and resourcefulness are a credit to the nation.

Denis and I look forward to meeting you. Meanwhile,

if there is anything I can do for you...

Give us a kiss! Give us a kiss!

Well, really, Mr. Bond!

I think we're having a little trouble with the line, madam.

Give us a kiss!

You idiot.

- Get on to him. - 007!

007!

Bond!

Have you gone mad? What's going on?

Bond! Bond! Bond!

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 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 freed in me

Only for you

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 won't need to read between the lines

For your eyes only

Only for you

You 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