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For Your Eyes Only Script - Dialogue Transcript

 For Your Eyes Only script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the James Bond 007 movie.  This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of  For Your Eyes Only. 

For Your Eyes Only Script

  
  
            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.
            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,    . 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?
            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!
            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!
            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 till I looked at you
              For your eyes only
              Only for you
              You'll see what no one else can see
              Now I'm 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
              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'll see what no one else can see 'cause now I'm 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. 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. - Oh, hello, Mac.
              My watch.
              Where the hell did that come from?
              - What the devil's 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.
              I'm afraid we've 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, 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.
              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, I've already contacted our usual friend in Greece.
              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, 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.
              - 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.
              You'd better go in. M's on leave...
              and the minister's arrived here with the chief of staff...
              and wants to see you immediately.
              - I'll be right back. - I can hardly wait.
              Oh, haven't you forgotten something?
              Oh. Well, as M's 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 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.
              A Walther PPK...
              standard issue, British Secret Service.
              License to kill.
              Or be killed.
              Take him away.
              Whoever you are, you've outstayed your welcome. Come on.
              - 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?
              I'm afraid we're being out-horsepowered.
              Excuse me.
              Take the low road.
              Not that low.
              You don't mind if I drive, do you?
              Go backwards. Forwards. Quickly.
              I love a drive in the country, don't you?
              Hold tight.
              Oh, by the way, we haven't been properly introduced, Melina.
              My name is Bond, James Bond.
              Olympic has a flight at   :  .
              It should be safe to go to the airport now.
              - Are you all right? - I'm fine, really.
              Are 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's still a glimmer of hope.
              I don't follow.
              If we could identify that someone--
              Why don't you try the identigraph?
              - Yes, sir. - Get cracking,    .
              Minister.
              Hello, Q. Smithers, how's the arm?
              Coming along very nicely, thank you, sir.
              Oh, that'll come in handy.
              What are you doing here,    ?
              - Identigraph, Q. - This way.
              - Stinging in the rain? - That's not funny,    .
              I see you managed to get the Lotus back together again.
              I disregard these jibes about our equipment,    .
              I don't suppose you find it funny in the field.
              Indeed, I don't.
              This  -D Visual ldentigraph 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 Surety, lnterpol, CIA, the Mossad.
              And the West German police. You've told me so already five times.
              Thank you,    . 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.
              - Parted in the middle. - Wait a minute.
              - Right. - Eyes.
              - A little smaller. - Uh-huh.
              Blue. A little grayer.
              That's it. You have it. Now, nose.
              - A nose, not a banana, Q. - I'm sorry.
              Stop.
              Lips fuller.
              Mm-hmm. Oops.
              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.
              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 ltalian Secret Service think that he is, at this moment, in Cortina.
              I'll instruct Ferrara, our man in northern ltaly, to contact you there.
              - Yes, sir. - And     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 lnnsbruck.
              But not at St. Moritz.
              - Ferrara. - Bond. James.
              Luigi.
              I presume London has 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.
              - 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 is waiting for us at the Olympic ice rink.
              - Kristatos. Ari Kristatos. - Bond. James Bond.
              Would you care to 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 protege. 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.
              I think the world will soon be seeing a great deal of your skating too.
              Only if she works harder.
              - Much harder. - Oh, Uncle Ari.
              Can 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.
              - I don't think-- - I would feel better...
              if there were someone with her.
              I'd be delighted. I'm staying at the Miramonti.
              Great!
              How can I help?
              - 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 in 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...
              then against the Communists.
              After that, he took a different path.
              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, Luigi? Does this "Dove" Columbo...
              have the resources to mount a salvage operation?
              Oh, definitely. He runs a fleet of intercoastal freighters in the Aegean.
              I'll ring my office in Milano. They may have more on him.
              - I'll see you later. - Okay.
              Is this the one you mean?
              Thank you. I'll take it. Deliver it to the Hotel Cristalo.
              I 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?
              Slow down. Would you mind telling me what the devil 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 it.
              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 onto you now.
              The telegram, the motorcycles back there. They prove it.
              - 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 Triaina 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?
              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 can't lose.
              And now, Erich Kriegler...
              Iast year's East European champion.
              There's Erich Kriegler.
              The East German champion?
              Isn't he beautiful?
              You know something, Bibi? You're fickle.
              Hey, Erich!
              Come on, let's go watch him shoot.
              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 good-bye to me at the practice rink later?
              Please, James, 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 won't survive it.
            Won't take long.
            - Don't play with any of the switches. - Right.
            What took you so long?
            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.
            Of course. What else can you tell me about my rival for your affections?
            They say he's a defector from East Germany.
            It is time for your rubdown.
            I could eat you up alive.
            Farewell, Mr. Bond, but not good-bye.
            I'll be finished around  :  . Meet me here.
            How did you know I was here?
            I radio telephoned the Triaina, and they told me you were coming ashore.
            I have to go shopping for the crew. Come with me, 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 Triaina, 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 you 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.
            You're perspiring, Bunky.
            Contessa.
                  .
            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. Excuse me.
              Aperitif, please?
              Ouzo for me, please.
              And a whiskey.
              And to eat?
              I'll have the prawns, salad and Bourdetto.
              An excellent choice. I'll have the same.
              May I suggest a white wine from my home place?
              If you'll forgive me, that's 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.
              I know Columbo runs heroin to be refined here...
              before it's sent to England.
              So I think I see the answer.
              You're 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.
              Find some 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 this casino.
              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.
              She bets with other people's money.
              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.
              You are 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.
              Well, you look like a gentleman.
              Why not?
              I am the Countess Lisl Von Schlaf.
              My name is Bond.
              I'm writing a novel about Greek smugglers. Know any?
              Smugglers? How would I know any smugglers?
              I would think that a lady in your position...
              would get to know many things.
              I'd 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 an 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.
              That sounds like a dismissal.
              I was looking forward to breakfast.
              Lisl, come back!
              Get in-- Ooh!
              Goodbye, Countess.
              What--
              - What should I do with you? - You cannot just 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.
              During 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? - I'll prove it to you tonight.
              We'll go together to his warehouse...
              in Albania, okay?
              If I don't report in by morning...
              not only my people, but the entire Greek police will be down on you...
              Iike 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 tha'ros.
              Guts.
              So have you, Mr. Columbo.
              Cheers.
              Santos' drug store.
              Watch it.
              J.I.M. diving equipment...
              for salvage work at depths of over     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.
              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...
              so he wouldn't find the St. Georges before he did.
              Kristatos. How can I help?
              Where does your father keep his daily log?
              Daily log.
              Father and he were pals for    years. He repeats everything.
              - Give us a kiss. - What's his name?
              Max.
              Thank you.
              Hello.
              It's all shorthand.
              He used a special kind. Only I could decipher it.
              He made several surveys in Neptune.
              - What's Neptune? - Our two-man submarine.
              He saw a diving bell here.
              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.
              Air would be useless at this depth. We need a mixture of oxygen and helium.
              I have the necessary equipment.
              The less people that know, the better.
              I'll give the crew shore leave except for the mate and two others.
              Let's go.
                  feet.
              An oxygen-helium mix will give us eight minutes. We'll have to work fast.
              Wouldn't the 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.
              Go back to the sub.
              No, no. I'm staying.
              That should be the command cabin.
              Eureka!
              "Main destruct timer...
              under lever right of ATAC housing, dualled...
              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 a 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, help!
              - James, I won't make it. - We both will.
              Get to the sub. I'll stall him.
              Try and close the CO .
              I'm trying.
              Careful, James. It's      years old.
              Thank you, Mr. Bond.
              You have saved us the trouble of disarming it.
              Apostis, take that.
              Where are my men?
              You will be joining them.
              Let the girl go.
              We'll double whatever you're getting.
              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 that I designate the meeting place.
              After they pay, I will give them the transmitter.
              It must not be let out of your sight.
              Nor mine. 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 blood in the water yet.
              Murderer.
              You have shot your last bolt, Miss Havelock.
              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.
              Again. Hurry.
              Help!
              Aw, leave him.
              Turn. Run them down.
              Follow me.
              Ahh. The sharks have them. Make port.
              Thank you.
              Hello.
              - Give us a kiss. - Max, not now.
              Kristatos is still alive.
              And probably headed to Moscow or Havana by now.
              We'll never get him.
              Or the ATAC.
              ATAC to St. Cyril's.
              Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
              That's putting it mildly,    .
              Your signal sent Whitehall into shock.
              So far we have managed to locate...
                  St. Cyril's 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 just such an occasion.
              We'll split here, huh?
              Your best approach is on the right face, 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 people.
              - James is counting on surprise. - But we are only five men.
              And one woman.
              Eighteen...
              nineteen...
              twenty.
              Fifty more.
              That's the pits! I'm supposed to be skating in Oslo, in lnnsbruck.
              Why are we in this creepy place?
              Our plans are changed. We are going to live in Cuba for a few months.
              - Cuba! - You can skate without distractions.
              I'll be your audience.
              What a drag. 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 poisoned her against me! - Don't blow your top, Ari.
              - Leave her alone. - I will deal with you...
              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 when the helicopter arrives.
              One of Kristatos' killers.
              - Aah! - Shut him up.
              Get the door.
              Come on, George. Let's go.
              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. He mustn't know until we're gone.
              We'll help you if you help us.
              Come.
              Where are the guards?
              That way.
              Wait here.
              Move!
              - Where's Kristatos? - The other side of the courtyard.
              You better stay here.
              What have you done to Brink?
              - 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.
              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.
              It seems as though Bibi has a new sponsor.
              - How's it going? - I've patched through...
              a high security line to the satellite.
              We can try Bond now.
              Good. Are you through to Number   ?
              Standing by, sir.
              You know what I'd like?
              I can't imagine.
              A moonlight swim.
              007 are you there?
              Bond, are you there?
              For your eyes only, darling.
                - He's there. - Patch in the prime minister.
                I'll get it, Denis.
                Hello.
                Mr. Bond on the line, Prime Minister.
                Ah, Mr. Bond...
                I wanted to call you personally 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.
                You idiot. Get on to him.




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