For Your Eyes Only

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?

Good-bye, Mr. Bond.

I trust you had a pleasant...

fright.

You are 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

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 till I looked at you

For your eyes only

Only for you

You'll see what no one else can see

Now I'm breakin' free

For your eyes only

Only for you

The love I know you need in me

The fantasy you freed in me

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 won't need

to read between the lines

For your eyes only

Only for you

You'll see what no one else can see

'cause now I'm breakin' 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.

- Y es, sir.

- Afternoon, sir.

- Oh, hello, Mac.

My watch.

Where the hell

did that come from?

- What the devil's going on here?

- An unidentified object closing fast.

Destruct ATAC system.

- Yes?

- First Sea Lord and Vice Admiral, sir.

Send them in.

Shocking news, Minister.

I'm afraid 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.

Y es, 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.

Oh, 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.

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. Go on.

Come on.

- Your packages, senorita.

- Oh, thank you.

Melina!

- Thank you, darling.

- Hello, Daddy.

Welcome home, Melina, my darling.

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

Your call from Athens

was such a pleasant surprise.

I was lucky to find you.

You left Crete so suddenly.

Ah, yes, I wanted to come back here

and start work on the temple again.

- 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.

You'd better go in.

M's on leave...

and the minister's arrived here

with the chief of staff...

and wants to see you immediately.

- I'll be right back.

- I can hardly wait.

Oh, haven't you forgotten something?

Oh. Well, as M's away--

Ah, there you are, 007.

Minister, Chief of Staff.

Are you aware

of our ATAC system, 007?

ATAC, sir? Automatic Targeting

Attack Communicator.

Uses an ultra-low frequency coded

transmitter...

to order our submarines

to launch ballistic missiles.

Five days ago, our spy ship,

St. Georges was sunk...

in the lonian Sea.

She was equipped with ATAC.

Now, if that transmitter

were to fall 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, Minister?

An official operation

was out of the question.

The St. Georges was off

the Albanian coast.

We asked Sir Timothy Havelock...

the marine archaeologist,

to secretly locate the wreck.

Before he could send in his report,

he and his wife were killed...

by a Cuban 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.

License to kill.

Or be killed.

Take him away.

Whoever you are, you've outstayed

your welcome. Come on.

- 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

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