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hwpMr. Bond, Mr. Bond, Im so glad I caught you.
Your office called. Theyre sending a helicopter to pick you up.
Some sort of emergency.
It usually is. Thank you.
Good afternoon, Mr. Bond.
Dont concern yourself with the pilot.
One of my less useful people.
You are now flying Remote Control Airways.
Think twice, . Its a long way down.
Ive looked forward to this moment, Mr. Bond.
I intend to enjoy it to the full.
Really, have you no respect for the dead?
Good-bye, 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!
Ill 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!
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 thats new
I never felt till I looked at you
For your eyes only
Only for you
Youll see what no one else can see
Now Im breakin 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
For your eyes only
The nights are never cold
You really know me
Thats all I need to know
Maybe Im an open book
Because I know youre mine
But you wont need to read between the lines
For your eyes only
Only for you
Youll see what no one else can see cause now Im breakin 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. Hows 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. - Oh, hello, Mac.
My watch.
Where the hell did that come from?
- What the devils going on here? - An unidentified object closing fast.
Destruct ATAC system.
- Yes? - First Sea Lord and Vice Admiral, sir.
Send them in.
Shocking news, Minister.
Im afraid weve lost our electronic surveillance ship, the St. Georges.
We had a routine message at hours yesterday...
then nothing.
We sighted floating debris this morning.
My God, Jack. How deep is the water there?
Not deep enough, Im 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.
Oh, 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, Ive already contacted our usual friend in Greece.
Down you go. Go on.
Down you go.
Give us a kiss. Give us a kiss.
Ill give you a nut. Here you are. Go on.
Come on.
- Your packages, senorita. - Oh, 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.
Ah, yes, I wanted to come back here and start work on the temple again.
- You between jobs? - Only for a few days.
- Ill lend a hand if you want. - Darling, its beautiful. Thank you.
Thats 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.
Youd better go in. Ms on leave...
and the ministers arrived here with the chief of staff...
and wants to see you immediately.
- Ill be right back. - I can hardly wait.
Oh, havent you forgotten something?
Oh. Well, as Ms away--
Ah, there you are, .
Minister, Chief of Staff.
Are you aware of our ATAC system, ?
ATAC, sir? Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator.
Uses an ultra-low frequency coded transmitter...
to order our submarines to launch ballistic missiles.
Five days ago, our spy ship, St. Georges was sunk...
in the lonian 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 archaeologist, 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 Havelocks daughter.
Operation Undertow. The informations all here.
Now, Gonzales is at a villa near Madrid.
Isolate him and apply the necessary pressure...
to find out who hired him.
A Walther PPK...
standard issue, British Secret Service.
License to kill.
Or be killed.
Take him away.
Whoever you are, youve outstayed your welcome. Come on.
- Well, I hope you have a car. - This way.
Hurry.
- Who are
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