A View to a Kill

Aaaii!

Aauughh!

I thought you'd never get back.

There was a heck of a crowd on the piste.

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.

Commander Bond!

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

Meeting you

With a view to a kill

Face to face in secret places

Feel the chill

Nightfall covers me

But you know the plans I'm making

Still oversee

Could it be the whole earth opening wide?

A sacred why

A mystery gaping inside

The weekends why

Until we dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

To fatal sounds of broken dreams

Dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

Choice for you

Is the view to a kill

Between the shades

Assassination standing still

First crystal tears

Fall as snowflakes on your body

First time in years

To drench your skin with lovers' rosy stain

A chance to find a phoenix for the flame

A chance to die

But can we dance into the fire?

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

To fatal sounds of broken dreams

Dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

When all we see

Is the view to a kill

- Thank goodness you're here, James. - That's very nice, Moneypenny.

A little over the top for the office?

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

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.

Aahh!

- Minister. - Commander.

Good morning, sir.

A new pet, Q?

If, 007, you'd ever bothered to read any memos sent from my department,

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

Now 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 microchip.

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 UK and everything with a microchip in it,

from the modern toaster to sophisticated computers and our defence systems,

would be rendered useless.

We'd be paralysed - at the Russians' mercy.

That is why a private defence contractor came up with this:

A chip totally impervious to magnetic pulse damage.

Now - if I place it on the micro-comparator

and compare it with the chip 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.

There has been a security check of the plant?

A very extensive one. But we have no leads.

What about Zorin himself?

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

A staunch anti-communist with influential friends in the government.

With due respect, Minister,

the leak did occur after Zorin bought the company.

Precisely why I've initiated an investigation.

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

But of course, Minister.

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

They round the turn. Just under a mile to race from this point.

Come on, Fluke! Move your ar…

- Who is number one? The grey with him? - Oh, that's Pegasus. Zorin's horse.

With the cane. Max Zorin?

Yes. Born in Dresden. Fled from East Germany in the sixties.

French passport. Speaks at least five languages, no accent.

Now the talk of the City and the Bourse.

- The old rags-to-riches story. - Made his first fortune in oil and gas.

Now a second in electronics and hi-tech.

Who's that with him under the hat? With the red dress. A girlfriend?

Oh.

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!

Pegasus has come from nowhere, and as they go for the line

it's Pegasus who storms clear off Fluke and Cooper Girl.

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 furlong.

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, Aubergine, to look into it.

Easy, Pegasus.

Calm down, Pegasus.

Easy. Steady, steady.

She must take a lot of vitamins.

Perhaps Pegasus does too.

I think I should meet with this detective friend of yours.

Yes. Might have some interesting information for us. Set it up, David.

Right you are.

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

- I'll buy you dinner when we get back. - Pegasus!

Bollinger, '75.

I see you are a connoisseur, Monsieur Bond.

- Ensuite, Lafite Rothschild '59. - Another excellent choice.

I'm pleased you approve - since you're paying the bill.

- Cheers. - Santé, Monsieur Aubergine.

The Sûreté has no information on Zorin before he came over from East Germany?

Through a personal connection I saw his dossier myself.

But even Sûreté records are sometimes incomplete!

Et voici maintenant 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 superior bloodlines?

This is a mystery.

- Could he be using drugs? - Nothing showed up in the tests.

Later this month, Zorin will hold his annual sales at his stud near Paris.

Security is formidable but the key to this mystery is there.

And I, Achille Aubergine, intend to find it.

Uunnhh!

- Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? - There's a fly in his soup.

Pardonnez-moi, monsieur.

- Taxi! - Je ne suis pas en service.

- Follow that parachute. - Crazy English!

Out.

My car!

My car! Ohh!

Sens unique, fada!

Congratulations.

So?

This operation was to be conducted discreetly.

It took six million francs in damages and penalties

for violating most of the Napoleonic Code.

Under the circumstances it was more important to identify the assassin.

What did you learn from Aubergine before his demise?

Only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud not far from here.

I should be there.

- Can you help me, Sir Godfrey? - I may be able to arrange an invitation.

It's a bit short notice… but I might just be able to squeeze you in.

Thank you.

Sir Godfrey, your hat.

Mr St John Smith?

SIN-jun Smythe, my dear.

- 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 in progress at the main stables.

- Is that it? - No, no, those are the servants' quarters.

The stables are 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 three million dollars.

Sounds quite reasonable.

If you need any further assistance please call me.

Thank you.

Steady! Steady, Pegasus, steady.

Keep him on a tight rein!

Steady now, Pegasus. Steady.

- J'arrive dans un instant. - Dépêche-toi.

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.