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Perhaps we should add this butterfly to our collection, no?

Tell me, why do Zorin's horses...

beat others with far superior bloodlines?

This is a mystery. Could he be using drugs?

Nothing showed up on the tests.

Later this month...

Zorin will hold his annual sales at a stud near Paris.

Security is formidable...

but the key to this mystery is there.

And I...

Achilles Aubergine, intend to find it.

There's a fly in his soup.

Follow that parachute! Is in English.

Out.

My car!

Congratulations.

So?

May I remind you that this operation was to be conducted discreetly?

All it took was six million francs in damage...

and penalties for violating most of the Napoleonic Code.

Under the circumstances, sir, I felt it important to identify the assassin.

What did you learn from Aubergine before his untimely demise?

Well, only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud nearby.

I think I should be there.

Can you help me with that, Sir Godfrey?

It may be possible to arrange an invitation.

It's a bit short notice...

but I might just be able to squeeze you in, Bond.

Thank you, sir.

Sir Godfrey, your hat.

Mr. St. John Smythe?

St. John Smythe, my dear.

Monsieur Smythe, my name is Scarpine, head of security.

How do you do? We have a room for you at the chateau.

Oh, splendid.

By the way, the preview is already in progress at the main stables.

Is that it? No, those are the servants' quarters.

The stable's over here.

Let me escort you there.

Catalogue of the sales. Thank you.

Tell me, the lthacus colt... is it here?

You mean the full brother of Pegasus? Yes.

He's the outstanding horse of the sales.

He'll be shown last. We expect him to fetch over $3 million.

Sounds quite reasonable.

If you're in need of any further assistance, please call me.

Thank you.

Steady! Steady, Pegasus, steady.

Keep him on a tight rein!

Lot number 30. We are now very proud...

to present the full brother to Pegasus.

This yearling foal is born...

Monsieur Zorin has been unavoidably detained.

He's anxious to meet you, hopes to do so at the reception...

at the chateau gardens later.

I look forward to it. There you are, Tibbett. I wish you wouldn't wander off.

There's a good chap. I'm sorry, sir.

Your driver may stay the night in the servants' quarters.

Why, I'm sure that'll be more than adequate for him.

What do you say, Tibbett?

Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex. Of course you are.

I'll call a porter. Oh, that won't be necessary.

My man'll take care of it.

Let me show you to your room. Thank you.

When you're ready, Tibbett.

Well, my dear, I take it you spend quite a lot of time in the saddle.

Yes, I love an early-morning ride. I'm an early riser myself.

Come along, Tibbett. Stop wheezing.

Well, don't stand there panting, Tibbett. Start the unpacking.

Here, let me help you. Yes, sir. Oh, thank you, sir.

The reception is at 6:00. Thank you, my dear.

Well, Tibbett, you heard what Miss Flex said: There's a reception at 6:00.

Yes, sir. So, white jacket and black tie.

Yes, sir.

And, if possible, a clean shirt. Yes, sir.

Oh, my Lord, Tibbett. Look at the state of my clothes.

How on earth do you pack my bags? Sorry, sir.

Mr. Fowler has told his trainer he'll go to a million for the lthacus colt.

Good. Anything from St. John Smythe?

Nothing about the sales, sir, but I'd hate to be his valet.

You're certainly going to have to buck up your ideas.

I'm sorry, sir.

Don't be so damned obsequious.

Oh, my Lord. What the devil's wrong with these shoes?

They look as if they were wiped over with an oily rag.

Terribly sorry, sir. You blasted well should be.

I don't know how long you expect to remain in my employ...

Well done, my good man.

Do we have to keep this up when we're alone?

Well, a successful cover becomes almost second nature.

What's all this business about Pegasus disappearing?

One minute he's in his stall, the next... neither hide nor hair of him.

We should look into it. Don't concern yourself with that.

There's the man I saw at the Pegasus stable.

Another wealthy owner? Who knows?

But she'd certainly bear closer inspection.

We're on a mission. Sir Godfrey...

on a mission, I am expected to sacrifice myself.

Lovely party.

Enjoying our little party, Monsieur St. John Smythe?

Oh, immensely. St. John Smythe.

Looks like you'll have a good turnout for the sale tomorrow, doesn't it?

Excuse me.

May I introduce Miss Sutton?

Sheik Farouq. How do you do?

And it's a great pleasure.

Welcome. Mr. Zorin.

Main Strike all set?

Well, no. After the 22nd.

Merci. Enjoy yourself.

You were looking for something?

Yes, I was looking for the bar.

Come, I will show you.

By the way, the name is St. John Smythe.

James St. John Smythe.

Dr. Carl Mortner, at your service.

Hiya, Doc. Good afternoon, Mr. Conley.

Mr. Conley, Mr. Smythe.

Bob Conley. Are you a trainer?

Horses? Hell, I can't even ride. I'm in the oil business.

Oh. Texas?

Frisco. I handle Mr. Zorin's oil interests there.

Would you excuse us?

Come on, honey. I'll show you something really interesting.

Tell me, are you a doctor of medicine?

I am Mr. Zorin's breeding consultant.

Oh, really? Then you can let me in to a little secret.

How is it you succeed with breeding bloodlines...

that other experts consider inferior?

Selective breeding is important, ja...

but more important is conditioning and a desire, ja?

Are you talking about people or horses?

My principles apply equally to human beings.

Mr. St. John Smythe, allow me to introduce myself.

Mr. Zorin, it's a great pleasure.

Carl, one of the grooms asked if you'd go to the stables.

Of course. You will excuse me?

I must congratulate you, Mr. Zorin. Your stables are magnificent.

Built in the 16th century by a duke who believed he'd reincarnate as a horse.

Have you been interested in thoroughbreds long?

Oh, no. As a matter of fact, I had a rather dotty old aunt die...

and leave me some stables, so I thought it might be rather fun...

to breed and raise horses.

I take it you ride.

I'm happiest in the saddle.

A fellow sportsman.

What about fishing?

Fly casting.

I'm neglecting my other guests.

Enjoy yourself. You'll find the young ladies stimulating company.

I'm sure they are.

Hello. I thought you might like to join the party.

By the way, the name is James St. John Smythe.

I'm English.

I never would have guessed. Really?

Well, are you buying or selling?

Selling? Horses.

No, I'm not interested in horses.

Well, you came to the wrong place, didn't you?

May Day...

get her away from him.

I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before.

Have security keep a good eye on him.

By the way, you didn't say what part of the States you come from, Miss...

No, I didn't.

I suppose you travel a lot.

Your helicopter leaves in 20 minutes.

Oh, does that mean you're not staying the night?

I was hoping we'd spend the evening together.

Now I shall be all alone.

I doubt that.

Well, let me walk you to the chopper. That won't be necessary.

Someone will take care of you.

Oh, you'll see to that personally, will you?

Are you looking for this?

Quite a letdown.

St. John Smythe? Sleeping like a baby.

Oh, that's it.

There. There we are.

Hold on.

It's interesting. He's had surgery.

Surgery...

that is how Zorin won the race.

The good Herr Doktor Mortner implanted one of these microchips into Pegasus.

You see, these microchips...

are programmed to control an injection...

of additional natural horse steroids...

which will overcome fatigue during the race.

How?

Well, the injection itself, with that small needle, is triggered...

by a remote control transmitter...

small enough to fit into the tip of a jockey's whip...

or a cane.

The lights!

There's a world surplus of microchips, and Zorin is hoarding them.

I'm afraid I wasn't much help.