A View to a Kill Page #3

Sounds quite reasonable.

If you need any further assistance

please call me.

Thank you.

Steady! Steady, Pegasus, steady.

Keep him on a tight rein!

- (neighs)

- Steady now, Pegasus. Steady.

- (groom #1) J'arrive dans un instant.

- (groom #2) Dpche-toi.

(auctioneer) We are now very proud to

present the full brother of Pegasus.

This colt is born in the purple.

Monsieur Smythe.

MonsieurZorin has been detained.

He's anxious to meet you at the

reception in the chateau gardens later.

I look forward to it.

- I wish you wouldn't keep wandering off.

- I'm sorry, sir.

Your driver may stay

in the servants' quarters.

I'm sure that'll be more than adequate.

What do you say, Tibbett?

Ahem!

- Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex.

- Of course you are.

- I'll call a porter.

- Oh, no need. 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

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.

Whew!

Don't stand there panting, Tibbett.

Start unpacking.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- The reception is at six.

- Thank you, my dear.

Well, you heard what Miss Jenny Flex

said:
There is a reception at six.

- Yes, sir.

- So I need a white jacket and a black tie.

Yes, sir. (bleeping)

- 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 Faras told his trainer

he'll go to a million for the lthacus colt.

- Good. Anything from St John Smythe?

- Nothing about the sale, sir.

- But I'd hate to be his valet.

- You'll have to buck up your ideas.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Don't be so damned obsequious.

(bleeping intensifies)

Oh, my Lord.

What the devil's wrong with these shoes?

- Were they 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.

- Must we keep this up when we're alone?

A successful cover becomes

almost second nature.

What's all this about Pegasus disappearing?

One minute he's in his stall -

the next, neither hide nor hair of him.

- We should look into it.

- (chopper)

Well, don't you concern yourself with that.

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

- Another wealthy owner?

- Who knows?

- But she'd 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?

Immensely, immensely. SIN-jun Smythe.

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