For Your Eyes Only (James Bond 007) (For Your Eyes Only)

Mr. Bond!

Mr. Bond, so glad I caught you. Your office called.

They're sending a helicopter to pick you up.

Some sort of emergency.

Yes, 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 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! - 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 until I looked at you

For your eyes only

Only for you

You 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 won't need to read between the lines

For your eyes only

Only for you

You 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.

Adjust signal to Code 3.

Transfer signal to central computer.

Decode of Russian satellite data, sir.

On British and American ship positions.

- Verify and advise Admiralty. - Yes, Sir.

- Afternoon, sir. - Hello, Mac.

My watch.

Internal power transfer to "Run" position.

"Run" position on.

Where the hell did that come from?

What the devil's going on here?

We have an unidentified object closing fast!

Secure operations room!

Destruct ATAC system!

Yes?

The First Sea Lord and Vice-Admiral are here, sir.

Send them in.

Shocking news, Minister.

I'm afraid we've lost our electronic surveillance ship,

the St. Georges, sir.

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.

Now, 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.

Yeah.

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, seriorita.

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.

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.

Well, you'd better go in.

M's on leave,

and the Minister has arrived 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?

Well, as M's away...

There you are, 007.

Minister, Chief of Staff.

Are you aware of our ATAC system, 0077?

ATAC, sir?

Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator,

uses an ultralow 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 archeologist,

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.

Just relax

And push it back

There is no limitation

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it inside you?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it inside me, too?

Try to keep it up

And ease it in

Gettin' a good vibration

If you come too late

And have to wait

To get the big sensation

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Can you feel it movin' smooth and slow?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Come back and let the lovin' flow

A Walther PPK.

Standard issue, British Secret Service.

License to Kill,

or be killed.

Take him away.

Excuse me.

Whoever you are, you've outstayed your welcome. Come on.

- Well, I hope you have a car. - This way.

Heel! Heel!

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-horse powered.

Excuse me.

Take the low road!

Not that low.

You don't mind if I drive, do you?

Go backwards forward, quickly!

I love a drive in the country, don't you?