For Your Eyes Only Page #2

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 11:00.

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, 007.

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, 007?

- ldentigraph, Q.

- This way.

- Stinging in the rain?

- That's not funny, 007.

I see you managed to get the Lotus

back together again.

I disregard these jibes

about our equipment, 007.

I don't suppose you find it funny

in the field.

Indeed, I don't.

This 3-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,

ClA, the Mossad.

And the West German police.

You've told me so already five times.

Thank you, 007.

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.

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