All language subtitles for 1981 For Your Eyes Only ENG

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, 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're 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" by Sheena Easton"

"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'll 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 don't need
to read between the lines"

"For your eyes only"

"Only for you"

"You'll 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.

Decode of Russian satellite data, sir,
on British and American ship positions.

- Verify and advise Admiralty.
- Yes, sir.

- Afternoon, sir.
- Hello, Mac.

My watch.

Where the hell did that come from?

- What's going on?
- Unidentified object closing fast.

Secure Operations Room!

Destruct ATAC system.

- Yes?
- First Sea Lord and Vice Admiral.

Send them in.

Shocking news. We've lost our electronic
surveillance ship, the St Georges.

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.

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. Da.

- 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.

Come on.

- Your packages, señorita.
- Oh, thank you.

Melina!

- Thank you, darling.
- Hello, Daddy.

Welcome home, Melina.
You look beautiful.

- Thank you.
- Your call from Athens was a 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. 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.

The minister's 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?

As M's away.

- Ah, there you are, 007.
- Hm.

Minister. Chief of Staff.

Are you aware of our ATAC system, 007?

ATAC, sir. Automatic Targeting
Attack Communicator.

Uses an ultra-low frequency transmitter to
order our submarines to launch missiles.

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

She was equipped with ATAC. If that
transmitter fell 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?

An official operation was impossible.

The St Georges
was off the Albanian coast.

We asked Sir Timothy Havelock,
the archaeologist, to locate the wreck.

Before he could report, he and his wife
were killed by a 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.

Licensed to kill...

or be killed.

Take him away.

Excuse me.

Vamos, r�pido,
que no se puede escapar. Corred.

Lo tenemos ahora, c�gelo.

...por aqu�.

You've outstayed your welcome.
Come on.

�se no se puede escapar.

No importa. Sigue, sigue, sigue.

Que se nos escapa.

- 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?

Por favor, empujen.

- Go backwards forwards quickly.
- Hm?

Love a drive in the country, don't you?

Hold tight.

We haven't been
properly introduced, Melina.

My name is Bond... James Bond.

Muchas gracias.

Olympic has a flight at 11.

It should be safe to go to the airport now.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Really.

- Going back to your father's ship?
- Yes, I'm continuing his work.

- But this business is 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 Elektra,
always avenge their loved ones.

I must go.

You were meant to question Gonzales,
not let Miss Havelock perforate him.

I quite agree.

We'll have to tell the prime minister
Operation Undertow is dead.

She'll have our guts for garters.

If you care to look again
at page 2 paragraph 4 of my report, sir,

you will note that I saw someone
paying off Gonzales.

Assuming that that was for Havelock's
murder, there is still a glimmer of hope.

- I don't follow.
- If we could identify that someone...

- Why don't you try the Identigraph?
- Hm.

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

Hm.

Minister.

Hello, Q.

- Smithers, how's the arm?
- Coming along very nicely, thank you, sir.

That'll 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 got the Lotus
back together again.

I disregard these gibes
about our equipment, 007.

- I bet you don't 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 S�ret�, Interpol,

CIA, the Mossad...

And the West German Police. Yes,
you've told me so already, Q, five times.

Thank you, 007.

Right.

Describe the person you wish to identify
and I'll program the information.

Male Caucasian. Late 30s.

Hair - fine, light brown.

That's it. Parted in the middle.

Wait a minute.

Right.

- Eyes - a little smaller.
- Uh-huh.

Blue. A little greyer.

That's it, you have it. Now, nose.

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

Stop. Lips fuller.

Uh-huh. Whoops.

- No, no, no. Mouth wider.
- Uh-huh.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sharon.
You can go. I'll lock up.

OK.

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?

Ah, 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.

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?

- Grazie.
- Prego, signore.

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 a 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.

Good! Extend your arms.

- Signor Kristatos?
- Ah.

- Kristatos. Aris Kristatos.
- Bond. James Bond.

- Would you 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 prot�g�e.
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. The world will
soon see much of your skating, 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.

- Will you take me to the biathlon?
- 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 you were with her.

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

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.

That's the least of his offences.
Drugs, white slavery, contract murder.

In the Greek underworld, he is
known as "The Dove". A very sick joke.

- Where is this "Dove"?
- 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 will call Ferrara.

What do you think? Does this "Dove",
have the resources to mount a salvage?

Definitely. He runs a fleet
of intercoastal freighters in the Aegean.

I'll ring my office in Milano.
They may have more on him.

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

- Is this the one you mean, signora?
- I'll take it.

Deliver it to the Hotel Cristallo, please.

Oh! Beg your pardon.

Buongiorno. 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 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 a telegram. Now, get in.

The station, please.

- Are we leaving?
- Not "we", you. And now.

You don't tell me what to do.

- La stazione, per favore.
- Si, signore.

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.
- Vai avanti.

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

You do that and we'll never find out
who is behind this.

It was my parents they killed, not yours.
Let me out. Driver, stop.

Vai avanti.

Presto.

Melina, look at me. You were lucky once
but they are on to you now.

The telegram,
the motorcycles, they prove it.

- Please, let me handle this.
- You? How are you involved?

All I can say 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.

OK. I'll go back and wait. But not for long.

It won't be, I swear.

Amore, amore.

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.

I'm exceedingly flattered, Bibi,
but you're in training.

That's a laugh. Everybody knows
it builds up muscle tone.

You can start 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.

Ah. 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.

The leading skiers are now at
the firing range: Wolf Ghul from Austria,

Kerel Behrta from Switzerland,
Wolfgang Blatt from Holland...

And now Eric Kriegler,
last year's East European champion.

He's passing people and coming up on
the West German champion, Hans Wolf.

- There's Eric Kriegler.
- The East German champion?

- Isn't he beautiful?
- You know something, Bibi? You're fickle.

Hey, Eric!

Come on, let's go watch him shoot.

Eric!

Eric, 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 goodbye
at the practice rink later?

Please, 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 would never survive it.

Libero.

Libero.

Libero.

- Ehi tu, dov'� il casco?
- Guarda.

Guardia, c'� un pazzo qua.

It won't take long.
Don't play with the switches.

Right.

James!

- James, what took you so long?
- Well, I took the scenic route.

Tell me more about
your boyfriend, Eric 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.

Bibi! It is time for your rubdown.

I could eat you up alive.

Farewell, Mr Bond, but not goodbye.

I'll be finished around six, Mikes.
Meet me here.

James, how did you know I was here?

I radiotelephoned the Triana.
They said you were coming ashore.

I have to go shopping for the crew. Why
don't you come with me and we can talk?

Yassou.

Parakalo.

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.

Cinq cent mille banque, monsieur.
Qui fait banco?

Banco. Carte, s'il vous pla�t.

- Huit.
- Huit.

Et neuf la banque.

You're perspiring, Bunky.

Good evening, Contessa.

Un million banque, monsieur.
Qui fait banco?

Your Lordship?

Five hundred thousand.

Only half? Where's your courage, Bunky?

Courage is no match
for an unfriendly shoe, Countess.

- Un million.
- Bravo, Bunky.

Banco suivi.
Carte, s'il vous pla�t.

A lucky night.

Carte.

The odds favour standing pat.

If you play the odds.

Neuf la banque.

- La main passe.
- La main passe.

Would you cash
these in for me, please?

Thank you. Excuse me.

- Aperitif, please?
- Ouzo for me, please.

Ouzo.

And a whiskey.

And to eat?

I'll have the Pr�veza prawns,
Savara salad, and bourdetto.

Excellent choice. I'll have the same.

May I suggest a white Robola wine
from Cephalonia, my home place?

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

- I prefer the Theotaki Aspro.
- Theotaki.

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.

Hm.

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 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 chemmy.
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 night.

Well, you look like a gentleman.

Why not?

I'm 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?

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've champagne and oysters in the fridge.

Why not come in for a bite?

I won't need you any more tonight.

- Cheers.
- Bottoms up.

Whoops!

Me nightie's slipping.

So's 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 were 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.

Oh, James!

Lisl! Lisl, come back!

Get in. Ugh!

Goodbye, Countess.

What...

- Now, what should I do with you?
- You can't 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.

I am 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 a 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?

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.

OK?

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 am a good judge of men.

Mr Bond, you have
what the Greeks call thrassos.

Guts.

So have you, Mr Columbo.

Cheers.

Yassou.

Locque!

Phew!

Santos, sproxto.

Argh!

Watch it.

Santos. Nikos.

JIM diving equipment, for salvage work
at depths of more than 300 feet.

Raw opium.

An old smugglers' trick.
Kristatos knows them all.

Get your men out of here. Now!

Argh!

Argh!

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.

Kristatos!

How can I help?

Where did 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.

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.

Ah. Well, air would 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 go.

584 feet. An oxygen-helium mix at
that depth will gives 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.
- No, no. I'm staying.

That should be
the command cabin.

Eureka.

"Main destruct timer under lever
right of ATAC housing

dualled by ring-mained circuit
through antihandling 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!

- 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 5000 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. 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 go out of your sight, Apostis.
- Or mine, Kristatos. Where are we going?

- We will take the ATAC to St Cyrils.
- St Cyrils?

I'll arrange the pick-up.

Ah, bind that wound.
We don't want any blood in the water.

- Not yet.
- Murderer.

You have shot your last bolt,
Miss Havelock.

Leave the legs free.
They'll make appetising 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.

Argh!

Leave him.

Turn. Run them down.

Follow me.

Ah.

The sharks have them. Make port.

- Thank you.
- Hello.

- Give us a kiss.
- Max, not now.

Kristatos is still alive.

He's probably on his way
to Moscow or Havana by now.

- We'll never get him.
- Or the ATAC.

ATAC to St Cyrils. ATAC to St Cyrils.

ATAC to St Cyrils.

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 Cyrils,
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. The best approach will be
on the right face, away from the building.

Then 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.

- We need more people.
- James is counting on surprise.

- But we are only five men.
- And one woman.

18, 19, 20...

- 50 more.
- That's the pits!

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

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 privately.
I will be your audience.

What a drag that'll be.
I wanna 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' killers.

Shut him up!

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.

Sh!

OK. Let's go.

I'll be with you.

Sorry.

Cover the door!

Where's Kristatos? Keep your voice down.

We are leaving him.
He must not know until we are gone.

- We'll help you if you help us.
- Ja, mein Herr Bond. Ja.

Come.

- Where are the guards?
- That way.

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 left with the ATAC.

You're going to pay for it.

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.

Nyet!

That's détente, 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 patched through a line to the satellite.

- We 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.

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 trouble with the line.
- 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'll 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 don't need
to read between the lines"

"For your eyes only"

"Only for you"

"You'll 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"

Visiontext Subtitles: Adrian Isaac