All language subtitles for A View To A Kill.1985.HDTV.720p.AC3-CMCT

Thought you'd never get back.

Well, there was a heck of a crowd on the piece.

So I see.

- Mission accomplished?
- Best beluga...

vodka, rather shaken, and...

- one microchip.
- Good.

I'll make a signal to M.

Be a good girl, would you, and put her on automatic?

And we could do with a couple of glasses.

They're in the overhead rack.

Oh, Commander Bond.

Call me James. It's five days to Alaska.

Walk. March!

Thank goodness you're here, James.

That's very nice, Moneypenny.

Don't you think it's a little over the top for the office?

I've tried to reach you all morning. What have you been up to?

Well, rest and recreation, my darling.

The trip back from Siberia took a lot out of me.

Your dedication when you're on the job is most commendable, James.

Omit the customary pleasantries, Miss Moneypenny.

We're pressed for time.

I'll fill you in later, Moneypenny.

- Minister. Good morning, sir.
- Commander.

A new pet, Q?

If, 007, you'd ever bother to read any memos from my department...

you would realize this is a prototype of a sophisticated surveillance machine.

Now that we're all here, you can get on with the briefing, Q.

Very good, sir.

Gentlemen...

a silicon integrated circuit.

The essential part of all modern computers.

No lecture, Q. We're all aware of the usefulness of the microchip.

Well, now, until recently...

all microchips were susceptible to damage...

from the intense magnetic pulse of a nuclear explosion.

- Magnetic pulse?
- Yes, Minister.

One burst in outer space over the U.K., and everything with a microchip...

from the modern toaster to the most sophisticated computers...

and our defense systems would be rendered absolutely useless.

We'd be paralyzed at the Russian's mercy.

That is why one of our private defense contractors came up with this...

a chip totally impervious to magnetic pulse damage.

Now, if I place it on the microcomparator...

and compare it with the chip Commander Bond recovered...

from the body of 003 in Siberia...

when I bring the two images together...

They're identical.

The KGB must have a pipeline into that research company.

It would appear so.

Six months ago, that company was acquired by an Anglo-French combine...

Zorin Industries.

I presume, sir, there has been a security check of the plant?

And a very extensive one, but we have no leads.

What about Zorin himself?

Max Zorin? Impossible. He's a leading French industrialist...

a staunch anticommunist with influential friends in the government.

Yes, but with due respect, Minister...

the leak did occur after Zorin bought the company.

Precisely why I've already initiated an investigation.

All right, but for heaven's sake, let's be discreet about it.

But of course, Minister.

You have exactly 35 minutes to get properly dressed, 007.

Come on, Fluke...

move your a...

Who's number one... the gray with him?

That's Pegasus, Zorin's horse.

With the cane... is that Max Zorin?

Yes. Born in Dresden...

fled from East Germany in the '60s...

French passport, speaks at least five languages with no accent...

now the talk of the city and the boss.

- Come on, Fluke!
- The old rags-to-riches story.

Made his first fortune in oil and gas trading...

now a second in electronics and high-tech.

Who's that with him, under the hat...

with the red dress... girlfriend?

We're not sure about her.

American... she's never far from him.

Name's May Day.

And dressed for the occasion.

Come on, Fluke, get a wiggle on!

First, number one; second, number two; and third, number five.

First number one, Pegasus;

Second number two, Fluke;and third number five, Cooper Girl.

Unbelievable.

In all my years as a trainer...

I've never seen a horse run such a fast last furlough.

Sir Godfrey Tibbett, our department.

- Many congratulations.
- Thank you.

Lucky man, Zorin.

- Could be more than luck, admiral.
- Fixed?

Your guess is as good as mine.

The French Jockey Club have hired a detective friend of mine...

Aubergine, to look into it.

Easy, Pegasus!

Calm down. Calm down.

Easy. Steady, steady.

- She must take a lot of vitamins.
- Steady, baby.

- Perhaps Pegasus does too.
- Easy, baby.

I think I should meet with this detective friend of yours, Sir Godfrey.

Yes. Might have some interesting information for us.

- Set it up, Tibbett.
- Right you are, Admiral.

Moneypenny, be a darling, would you, and collect that for me?

I'll buy you dinner when we get back.

Bollinger, '75.

I see you are a connoisseur, Monsieur Bond.

Another excellent choice.

I am pleased you approve, since you're paying the bill.

Cheers.

You were saying that the Sùreté
has no information about Zorin...

before he came over from East Germany?

Through a personal connection, I saw his dossier myself...

but even Sùreté records are sometimes incomplete?

The fabulous Dominique...

and the enchanted papillons.

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.
- Don't worry, it's all wrapped up.

Keep your guard up higher, and retain your balance.

Got you now.

- What now?
- We better get back.

The tape ran out five minutes ago. Good night.

I told you not to disturb us.

But it's very important.

There's been intruders in the warehouse.

Put security on full alert.

Let's see where Mr. St. John Smythe is.

He was the man at the Eiffel Tower.

- We must find him.
- I'll get dressed.

May Day, where have you been?

I've been waiting for you...

to take care of me personally.

I see you're a woman of very few words.

What's there to say?

- Is everything here?
- Ja, ja.

Except this.

It is in the wrong place.

Bring St. John Smythe to my study first thing in the morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I understand you wish to see me.

- You slept well?
- A little restless...

but I got off eventually.

I have the progeny index on the computer.

That's a compilation of thoroughbred bloodlines.

It might be helpful to you in selecting your purchase this afternoon.

As I see it, you need a stallion...

for breeding.

A stallion sounds right to me.

I find a computer indispensable.

I have a stallion...

descended from that horse there.

Misty.

According to the computer, we have several horse that might interest you.

Splendid.

Would you be interested primarily in stamina or speed?

Well, a little of both would be ideal.

I think I have just the horse for you.

It's time for my morning ride.

Why don't you try him out?

Sounds a very good idea.

- I shall get into some riding clothes.
- Good.

Half an hour then? Scarpine will collect you.

Thank you.

Tibbett, get into town. Call M and ask him to put a trace on this check.

Be as quick as you can. If those guards identify us, we'll have to move fast.

What shall I say if they ask where I'm going?

You have to get the car washed.

Just going to town to get the car washed.

Your mount, Mr. St. John Smythe.

A beautiful beast.

A little spirited. What's his name?

Inferno.

- Friends of yours?
- Exercise boys.

Jumping together is more realistic training.

Well, quite frankly, I prefer cross-country to steeplechase.

As one sportsman to another, I'll make you a proposition.

You can have that lthacus colt gratis if you stay this course.

And if I'm thrown?

Then you lose.

You leave me little choice.

Splendid. Scarpine will start us.

Steady!

Keep going!

Sir Godfrey, let's...

You lost, 007.

Killing Tibbett was a mistake.

I'm about to make the same mistake twice.

My department know I'm here. When I don't report, they'll retaliate.

If you're the best they have...

they'll more likely try to cover up your embarrassing incompetence.

Don't count on it, Zorin.

You amuse me, Mr. Bond.

Oh, it's not mutual.

Other side.

Open up.

Good morning, Comrade Zorin.

General Gogol.

This meeting is ill-advised.

A calculated risk, but necessary, since you refuse to answer your control.

Come to the point, General.

You disregard procedure.

You did not request approval before eliminating 007.

Reprisals might jeopardize ongoing operations.

You jeopardize mine!

Letting the British penetrate the Siberian research center.

That was regrettable.

Your racing activities attract unnecessary attention...

but more disturbing are your unauthorized commercial ventures...

and we cannot tolerate that.

The issue is irrelevant. I've made new associations.

I no longer consider myself a KGB agent.

We trained you, financed you...

What would you be without us?

A biological experiment?

A physiological freak?

Enough of this! Control yourselves!

You will come back to us, Comrade.

No one ever leaves the KGB.

Gentlemen, for centuries...

alchemists tried to make gold from base metals.

Today, we make microchips from silicon...

which is common sand, but far better than gold.

Now, for several years we've had a profitable partnership...

you as manufacturers, while I acquired and passed on to you...

industrial information that made you competitive...

successful.

We are now in the unique position...

to form an international cartel...

to control not only production...

but distribution of these microchips.

There is one obstacle.

Silicon Valley...

near San Francisco.

Over 250 plants...

employing thousands of scientists, technicians.

This is the heartland of electronic production in the United States...

which accounts for what... 80 percent?

Of the world microchip market.

I propose to end...

the domination of Silicon Valley...

and leave us in control of that market.

What is it you propose?

Project Main Strike...

for which each of you will pay me $ 100 million.

A hundred million dollars?

Plus half our net income?

Under an exclusive marketing agreement with me.

These are outrageous terms!

Well, perhaps a demonstration would convince you.

- I want no part of it, thank you.
- As you wish.

The rest of our discussion must, of course, be confidential.

- Would you wait outside?
- If you'd like me to, yes.

Excuse me. Thank you.

May Day...

will provide you with a drink.

This way.

So, does anybody else want to drop out?

What a view.

To a kill.

A lemon? Okay. Five dollars.

Can I help the next person? Can I help you, sir?

- May I help the next person?
- Looking for something special?

- Yes. Soft-shell crabs.
- I might have some in the back.

I'll be a few minutes.

Chuck Lee, CIA. It's a pleasure working with 007.

Thanks. Now what about Zorin?

He's in town. I can have him tailed if you want.

Not yet.

Conley is a geologist.

Runs Zorin's oil reclamation project in the East Bay.

Last job, chief engineer on a South African gold mine.

Left in a hurry after a cave-in killed 20 miners.

Sounds like Zorin's kind of man. What about the girl and the check?

You know how many S. Suttons there are in the US?

We're watching Zorin's account, but the check hasn't been cashed yet.

Mortner?

You got a real winner here.

His name is actually Hans Glaub...

a German pioneer in the development of steroids.

That ties in with the horse injections.

During World War II, he experimented with steroids on pregnant women...

in the concentration camps in an attempt to enhance intelligence.

- With any success?
- Virtually every mother aborted...

although a handful of children were produced with phenomenal IQs.

But there was a side effect. They were psychotics.

Why wasn't this Mortner... or Glaub... tried by the War Crimes Commission?

The Russians grabbed him. Set him up in a laboratory.

He spent several years developing steroids for their athletes...

then dropped out of sight about 15 years ago.

About the same time Zorin came over to the West.

Could Zorin be one of the steroid kids?

He's definitely the right age, and he's certainly psychotic.

What about his oil operations?

- Mr. O'Rourke.
- Hi.

- Can you spare a minute?
- Sure thing.

The whole operation looks clean except for a problem with the crab fishermen.

O'Rourke represents them.

Good morning, Mr. O'Rourke. Here's that reporter I told you about.

Mr. O'Rourke, I understand you have a problem.

That Zorin oil-pumping station ruined one of the best crab patches in the bay.

- Scared them away?
- No, they didn't go nowhere.

They just disappeared.

I'd like to take a look at that oil-pumping station.

That'll be tough. It's very heavily guarded.

We'll be testing new equipment shortly.

Keep a sharp lookout.

- I don't want anyone near this dock.
- Very good, sir.

- Wells 5 to 15 are open, sir.
- What's the report from the wells?

Wells report valves open and ready to receive water.

Good. Open valves 16 to 25.

Valve 10 operating at half capacity, sir.

Give me an update on valve procedure on the Main Strike program.

We'll have a field crew check it out in the morning.

Valves to wells 26 to 30 open, sir.

Right. Activate pumping procedure, 50% power.

Increase it.

Maximum.

The new seals in the line are not fully tested.

Main Strike's in three days.

Any delays...

I hold you responsible.

Yes, sir.

Bring it up to full, slowly.

- Shut down!
- What is it?

- Propeller's jammed!
- Fix it!

You there, get a man down there!

- Let's go. Move it.
- Come on, you guys. Give me a hand.

- Get the alarms turned off.
- Yes, sir.

Hit that switch there.

Hurry up, goddamn it! Clear that pump.

It's the last thing we wanted. We're behind schedule.

Give it to me.

Guard!

Tell Conley to resume pumping.

This is yours, I believe.

Defuse it.

Pola lvanova.

Check the beach area. Make it fast.

Let's get out of here.

That feels wonderful.

Feels even better from where I'm sitting.

Would you like it hotter?

You haven't changed.

Well, you have.

You're even lovelier.

That night in London when I was with the Bolshoi...

What a performance.

In my dressing room later...

did you know I was an agent with orders to seduce you?

Why do you think I sent you three dozen red roses?

Now that was a performance.

Quite a coincidence... us running into one another like this.

- Come on. Tell me the truth.
- Let's not talk shop.

Let's put on something more...

inspirational.

Why not?

Are you all right?

The bubbles tickle my...

Tchaikovsky!

Detente can be beautiful.

This is no time to be discussing politics.

Yes, darling?

You know something.

Tomorrow I shall buy you six dozen red roses.

How lovely, darling. I can't wait.

The tape.

The Silicon Valley operation must not be delayed.

Main Strike's in three days.

Any delays...

I hold you responsible.

It's essential...

the remaining pipelines are open on time.

Our economy needs investors like Mr. Zorin.

California welcomes him with open arms.

- May I quote you on that, Mr. Howe?
- Certainly.

Is there anything else I can tell the London Financial Times?

Yes. My readers may like to know...

why Zorin is pumping seawater into his pipeline...

instead of pumping oil out?

Seawater is used to test the integrity of the pipeline...

it's a lot safer than oil... just in case there are any leaks.

I... I didn't know that.

- Thank you, Mr. Howe.
- Certainly.

- That about wraps it up.
- Would you come this way, please?

If you'd like any further information, just call me, Mister...

Stock. James Stock. Thank you, Mr. Howe.

- Mr. Howe.
- Stacey, what do you want?

I have some porosity tests I want to show you.

I'm running late. I can only spare a couple of minutes.

Sorry.

Maybe he's after your mind.

Have a good night.

We're looking for a low tonight of 57.

High tomorrow, 75.

And your lungs are in for a break. Air pollution control says no smog.

We're coming up on half past the hour and our news summary.

And I'll be back with some more smooth sounds to soothe those commuter blues.

Come out real slow.

Just another Zorin stooge, Mister...

whatever your name was.

Actually, it's James Stock, London Financial Times.

You can... You can tell the police which.

Or you can tell them about the $5 million payoff you received from Zorin.

I saw the check.

You cut the line.

Get back!

Sit down.

What's this loaded with?

- Rock salt.
- Now you tell me.

The vase!

Take this.

Hell.

Sorry, Granddad.

Hey, wait for me!

Thank you.

My pleasure.

I'm afraid all the king's horses and all the king's men won't do much for that.

It's all right. It was Granddad's ashes.

But he always loved a good fight.

I'm Stacey Sutton.

And you're a reporter? What was it?

- Stock. James Stock.
- Right.

I'm researching an article on Zorin.

That's why I used a friend's name to get an invitation to the chateau.

- I can tell you things about Zorin.
- I'd like to hear them.

I have to feed him. Are you hungry?

What are you serving, Whiskas?

I only have a few leftovers in the fridge. I'm a pathetic cook.

- I'll lend a hand.
- You can cook?

I've been known to dabble.

Voila. Quiche des Cabinet.

Sounds interesting. What is it?

An omelette.

Now, you were telling me about your grandfather.

He left Sutton Oil to Dad, who expected me as the only child...

to take it over someday, so at college I studied geology.

- And then what happened?
- Zorin.

He took over Sutton Oil in a rigged proxy fight.

I fought him in the courts. It's taken everything I had...

all the cash, the furniture, everything.

So I took this job as state geologist...

and I've just managed to hold onto this house and then my shares.

That's what the $5 million were for, your shares?

Ten times more than they're worth.

Just drop the lawsuit and shut my mouth.

I haven't accepted yet.

So Zorin sent along his gorillas to help you make up your mind.

They have.

I'd sell everything and live in a tent before I'd give up.

That was delicious.

And the way you handled those men...

Well, those...

baboons could come back.

I hope not.

I'll check the windows...

and the doors and... oh, reconnect the telephone.

The connecting box is outside my bedroom window.

I think I should be able to find that.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Oh, I say.

Breakfast out of bed. What's wrong with your pets?

We had an earth tremor. They're extremely sensitive to seismic activity.

Let's see what the earthquake center has on it.

Just a minor tremor.

Measured 2.5 on the Richter scale.

Location...

That's odd. The epicenter's near Zorin's oil field.

I told Howe yesterday that Zorin was pumping seawater into his wells.

- Is there a connection?
- Seawater?

Those wells are in the Hayward Fault.

- Are you sure?
- I checked it myself.

That's incredibly dangerous.

Howe has to stop Zorin now.

That is totally unreasonable. Now, look, you leave me no alternative.

- What happened?
- I got fired.

- He fired... He fired me.
- Now, calm down.

This evening we are going to meet a friend of mine from Washington.

Maybe... just maybe... he'll come up with a few answers.

Wish we were more specific about Zorin's intentions before I go to the top.

Flooding a fault could cause a major earthquake.

But what would Zorin have to gain?

On the tape Zorin mentions Silicon Valley. Could that be affected?

No, not severely. Silicon Valley's too far away.

If we knew how many wells were involved, we might get a clearer picture.

That information's available at city hall.

I still have my security pass.

- Then let's go to city hall.
- Let me go upstairs and get it.

I'll contact Washington. Tell them we need more help out here.

Don't waste time. According to the tape, there's only 24 hours.

- Good evening, Jack.
- Evening, ma'am.

Won't be long.

"Main Strike."

I know that place.

That's an abandoned silver mine by the San Andreas Fault.

Alive and well, I see...

and still bungling in the dark.

Well, then why don't you enlighten me?

You're out of your depth.

And you, Miss Sutton...

you should have accepted my more than generous offer.

- You can take your offer...
- Don't bother.

He's a psychopath.

You two have joined forces?

That simplifies things.

He's probably armed.

Come on.

- Mr. Zorin.
- Call the police.

What's going on?

Tell them there's been a break-in.

Ask them to get here as soon as possible.

You're being used, Mr. Howe.

Do it.

Police emergency.

Hello. We've had a break-in here.

- Your location, sir?
- City hall, office 306.

- Come at once.
- Right away.

- What have they done?
- You discharged her, huh?

So she and her accomplice came here to kill you.

Then they set fire to the office to conceal the crime...

but they were trapped in the elevator...

and perished in the flames.

But that means...

I would have to be...

Dead.

That's rather neat, don't you think?

Brilliant. I'm almost speechless with admiration.

Intuitive improvisation...

it's the secret of genius.

Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.

Please.

Get back.

- Out. Out!
- Come on. Let's go.

Get back.

Hold tight.

Come on, Stacey.

Give me your hand. Stretch!

Stretch!

Don't go away.

James, don't leave me!

Help me!

Help me!

I'll be right with you.

Help! Help!

- It is the city hall!
- I'll call the fire department!

Try and come this side of the girder.

- Catch this.
- I can't reach it!

Come on, catch.

Now, swing!

Come on.

Good girl. You're nearly there.

Come on. Come on.

Stretch.

Get this TV crew out of here, will ya?

Come on. Get out of my way.

Move back!

All we know right now is that there are people trapped inside of city hall.

Flames coming out of the roof.

Back up, will you? Come on.

Move back now. Let us through, goddamn it.

I got you, honey.

You're all right.

Give her some air.

Coming through. Out of the way, please.

Stacey, you're safe now.

Let me through.

Let me through, goddamn it!

- Hey, buddy, I wanna talk to you.
- Captain.

If you can get through to Howe's office, you'll find him dead.

We found him. And we found this gun. This yours?

- Yes, thanks.
- Turn around.

Captain, if you check with Chuck Lee of the CIA, he'll tell you who I am.

- We found his body in Chinatown.
- What?

- You're under arrest.
- Wait a minute.

This is James Stock of the London Financial Times.

Well, actually, Captain, I'm with the British Secret Service.

The name is Bond. James Bond.

- Is he?
- Are you?

- Yes.
- I'm Dick Tracy and you're under arrest.

Get in here.

Where's that guy goin'? That ladder's unlocked.

Is that true what you said back there, about the British Secret Service?

I'm afraid it is.

My real name is Bond. James Bond. You must take my word for it.

Here, put your hand on this. The wheel, the wheel!

Take over. Put your foot on here.

James, where are you going?

To all units, intercept murder suspect in stolen fire truck.

He may be armed...

and he's sure dangerous.

Our fenders are locked.

I told you, we're locked.

Oh, my God! Watch out!

Turn!

Not this way, that way!

Shit!

Swing me back!

Drive on.

- I think I can get him.
- Go for it!

Hey, are you crazy?

That should keep them on the wrong track.

Hello?

Raise the bridge?

Right now?

Yes, sir.

I got him. Oh, geez, I got him.

Keep going! Keep going!

Oh, my God!

Get out of the way!

Jesus!

God! Oh, Mother!

Shit!

Move it!

Harris.

You can forget about that sergeant promotion.

You'll pay for that vehicle. One hundred bucks a month out of your paycheck.

Wake up. We're there.

There's a lot of activity for an abandoned mine.

That truckload of explosives should last them for months.

Here comes next year's supply.

Get down.

- Where's the fire?
- On your rear end.

Give me a hand.

It's the rules.

- Hard hat area.
- Thanks.

Follow the signs.

Move it! You're late.

You two, come here.

Give us a hand.

Okay, leave it there.

Get a coffee over in the hut.

Come back in 20 minutes.

It's women's lib. They're taking over the Teamsters.

Get this stuff movin'!

We're an hour late.

I should take a closer look at that mine.

What's stopping you?

It's a good idea of yours.

Pity you couldn't find one that fits.

Why walk when you can ride?

Keep it coming. Keep it coming.

- Will you keep still.
- Do you know what I'm sitting on?

I'm trying not to think about it.

Stand by forward. Bring the gang up here and clear these barriers away.

Come on. Let's go. We haven't got all day.

Remove the safety barrier.

Come on. Move.

On the crane. Swing the cradle over here.

Take it off. Take it off.

Bring it up. Bring it up, easy.

Good, good.

- You found anything?
- Yes.

I think I have.

Good. Good. Lower.

Get those wedges in there tight.

Get 'em in.

San Andreas Lake's right above us.

Lots of seepage. Could flood any minute.

Finishing shoring up the roof.

I'll send the lug back.

Bring up some timbers on the double!

He'll kill millions.

These green lights... they're Zorin's oil wells...

the ones he's been using to pump seawater into the Hayward Fault.

What are these tunnels for under these lakes?

These lead straight into this section of the San Andreas fault.

You know, Zorin just has to blast through the bottom of these lakes...

to flood the fault.

- And create a double earthquake?
- Yes.

Except... except right beneath us...

is the key geological lock...

that keeps the faults from moving at once.

Hey, let's go.

All those explosives...

would they be enough to break the lock?

Of course.

If they go off...

both faults move at once.

Silicon Valley...

and everything in it... submerged forever.

If it happened at the peak of the spring tide for maximum effect...

That's today at 9:41. In less than an hour!

- We have to go and warn people.
- Wait!

Stand back.

Jump.

Get him.

Get 'em back to work!

Get back to work.

Come on. It's all over. Get back to work.

It's Bond.

Close up the entrance. Nobody gets out.

Hold it!

In here.

Come on.

Did you pass anyone back there?

No. I saw no one.

Now which way?

The map.

There's a draft from up there.

- It must be a ventilation shaft.
- Wait!

That must lead straight to the fault. The water from the lakes.

Yes, it'll be flooding any moment.

Come on.

You two, that way.

Come on. Give me your hand.

It's time to flood the fault.

But May Day and my men...

Yeah, a convenient coincidence.

Mr. Zorin, those men are loyal to you.

Hurry!

Somebody get help, quick!

Come on! Run for your life!

Give me some spare clips.

Keep climbing!

Keep going!

Good.

Right on schedule.

Let's go.

And I thought that creep loved me!

You're not the only one he double-crossed.

All outboard valves fully locked, sir.

The water level's dropping.

Pump pressure, good.

Come on. There's nothing you can do for them now.

Up and away!

Silicon Valley.

Perfect.

Hold position here.

Only minutes more, Carl.

Nothing can stop it now.

The greatest cataclysm...

in history.

And all attributed to natural causes.

Exactly.

We must hurry.

I have to get down and defuse that detonator.

You can't. The timer's been booby-trapped.

If you tamper with it, we're gonna blow up.

Then we have to bring the whole thing up. But how?

Get on the rig. I'll lower you down.

Get on!

Keep going.

Come on. Come on.

Hold it there.

Take it up!

Get on.

It's too heavy. Go.

Get on, damn it!

Go.

Keep going!

That's it.

Swing it over to the truck.

Easy.

Gently.

All right, lower it.

Take her up.

We've only seconds before this blows...

and if it does, that powder keg goes with it.

Come on!

The hand brake slipped.

Push! Push!

Jump!

- I have to hold the brake off.
- Jump!

Get Zorin for me!

May Day, jump!

Only seconds to go.

May Day, jump!

May Day

Stacey, behind you! Get down!

Pull her.

Pull her in.

Come on. Get in the back.

The ship's nose is heavy. He must be on the mooring rope.

This will hurt him more than me.

More... More power!

More. Do it!

Full throttle!

Right rudder. Do it!

- Stop it!
- Get her off!

- Get her off!
- Stop it!

- Are you crazy?
- Get away!

Stop!

Go get him.

Go!

Jump!

Get a foothold!

Stacey, give me your hand.

Come on.

Get under the pipe.

Okay, stay there.

Look out!

Give it to me!

Stacey, hold tight!

Get it out!

- Stacey, are you there?
- You betcha.

Here.

Are you all right?

Yes. Yes.

There's never a cab when you want one.

The Order of Lenin for Comrade Bond.

The first time ever awarded to a non-Soviet citizen.

I would have expected the KGB to celebrate...

if Silicon Valley had been destroyed.

On the contrary, Admiral...

where would Russian research be without it?

Is Commander Bond here? I'd like to thank him personally.

Sadly, he's missing.

We are continuing our search...

but must presume the worst.

Maybe a little soap there. Drat! I dropped the soap.

I'll get it.

That is not the soap.

- Hello?
- Grandfather calling Q.

What's the position?

007 alive.

Where is he?

What's he doing?

Just cleaning up a few details.

Oh, James.