The Living Daylights (James Bond 007) (The Living Daylights)

Gentlemen,

this may only be an exercise so far as the Ministry of Defence is concerned,

but for me it is a matter of pride that the 00-Section has been chosen for this test.

Your objective is to penetrate the radar installations of Gibraltar.

The SAS have been placed on full alert to intercept you,

but I know you won't let me down.

Good luck, men.

- (papers rattle) - Oh, blast!

Damn!

That's it, chum. You're out of it.

Game's up, mate. You're dead.

No!

Aarrgghh!

Urgh!

Halt.

Here! Hold on, you're dead!

It's all so boring here, Margot. There's nothing but playboys and tennis pros.

If only I could find a real man!

I need to use your phone.

She'll call you back.

- Who are you? - Bond. James Bond.

Exercise control, 007 here. I'll report in an hour.

Won't you join me?

Better make that two.

Hey, driver, where we going?

I swear my nerves are showing

Set my hopes up way too high

The living's in the way we die

Comes the morning and the headlights fade away

Hundred thousand people

I'm the one they frame

I've been waiting long

For one of us to say

Save the darkness

Let it never fade away

The living daylights

Ah-ah-ah-ah

The living daylights

All right, hold on tight now

It's down, down to the wire

Set your hopes up way too high

The living's in the way we die

Comes the morning and the headlights fade away

Hundred thousand changes

Ever]/thing's the same

I've been waiting long

For one of us to say

Save the darkness

Let it never fade away

The living daylights

Ah-ah-ah-ah

The living daylights

Ah-ah-ah-ah

The living daylights

Saunders, head of Section V, Vienna. You're bloody late.

This is a mission, not a fancy-dress ball.

We have time.

- Now, where's our man? - In the box. Between the KGB minders.

Lovely girl with the cello.

Forget the ladies for once, Bond.

- Koskov will leave here at the interval. - Sh! Sh!

We'd better go.

Turn off the lights.

Now, let's understand one another, Bond. General Koskov is a top KGB mastermind.

His defection is my baby. He contacted me.

I've planned this out to the last detail.

- You'll want the soft-nosed ones, I expect. - No, the steel-tipped.

KGB snipers usually wear body armour.

- What's your escape route? - Sorry, old man. Section 26, paragraph 5.

That information is on a need-to-know basis only.

I'm sure you understand.

Koskov is under intensive KGB surveillance.

A sniper has been assigned to watch him

and he expressly asked for you to protect him.

- Why me? - He has the impression you're the best.

- Where's the car? - In the alley out the back.

Bring the chair.

It'll take him about 10 seconds to reach us.

Plenty of time for a sniper to make strawberry jam of him!

There's Koskov now.

What's he waiting for?

Sniper. Two floors up, centre window.

The girl with the cello!

Fire, Bond, fire!

Shoot her! What are you waiting for?

You missed... Deliberately!

Where is he?

- In the boot. - First place they'd look.

- But my escape route... - Scrubbed.

Get in the front.

- James... James Bond! - Later, General.

Lose them. I'll pick you up at the border. 2300 hours. Be there.

- How will you get him out? - Sorry, old man.

Section 26, paragraph 5: "need-to-know". I'm sure you understand.

- The sniper was a woman. - I noticed.

- Some of the best KGB shots are women. - Mm-hm.

- Did you...? - I'd rather not talk about it.

No, of course not.

They are looking for me! If they close the border, how will I get out?

Don't you worry about that, Georgi. We have a pipeline to the West.

- Rosika Miklos. - Our man here.

Good to work with you again, Mr Bond. Come.

Keep quiet.

- We must hurry. Get him in the pig. - Pig? What is pig?

Scouring plug to clean out the pipeline. This one's been designed to carry a man.

Pipeline? You mean our pipeline?

Great Soviet achievement - piping natural gas into the West.

- But... Not me! - Don't worry, Georgi. It's a piece of cake.

Hm! Never mind cake. If you open valve before 100, he will be borsch!

Pigs! Borsch! Cake! There must be another way!

Get in. Put on the mask and breathe normally.

- Enough talk! - Relax, Georgi.

Our people have spent months on this.

- How many times have you done this? - You're the first.

Remember... When this says 100, turn this. Not before.

- Where are you going? - To take care of the supervisor.

When pig goes, his control panel will light up like Christmas tree.

Welcome to Austria, General.

Come on. Up you go.

Come on, hurry up!

That's right. We've got him.

Excuse me. Shut it now.

Thank you.

Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success.

- And officially still yours. - I don't intend to leave it at that, 007.

I'm telling M you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper.

Stuff my orders. I only kill professionals.

That girl didn't know one end of a rifle from the other.

Go ahead. Tell M what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it.

Whoever she was, I must have scared the living daylights out of her.

Russian general defects!

Ula Yarkhov. Confirmed kills, three. Probable kills, two.

Assassination methods: strangulation with hands or thighs.

James, she's just your type!

Wrong again, Moneypenny. You are.

I'll file that with the other secret information.

Specialist - child impersonations.

Assassination method: explosive teddy bears.

That's all the KGB female assassins.

You know, we could try freelancers stationed outside the Soviet bloc.

It'll have to wait. M wants you out at the Blayden safe house.

Right. Looks like it's a dead end here anyway.

- (loud rock music) - Ah! Good!

Something we're making for the Americans. It's called a ghetto blaster.

You'd better hurry. M wants you to stop at Harrods and pick up a parcel.

Moneypenny, ask Records to monitor Czech publication and news services

for any mention of a woman cellist at the conservatoire in Bratislava.

I didn't know you were such a music lover, James.

Any time you want to drop by and listen to my Barry Manilow collection.

- Sorry, sir. Excuse me. - Bloody Yanks.

Good morning, sir.

Control here. 007's on his way.

Sorry, Mr Bond. You'll have to leave the metal.

Thank you, sir.

- Good morning, sir. May I help you? - No, thanks.

They're in the drawing room.

- (knocks) - Come.

James!

James, I will never forget what you did for me!

Thank you so... What's this?

From Harrods. A godsend! The food here is horrible.

- The foie gras is excellent. - Da, da. As Russians say,

hearts and stomachs good comrades make. (laughs)

What's this? Caviar. Well, that's peasant food for us, but with champagne it's OK.

Bollinger RD. The best! Mm...

The brand on the list was questionable, sir, so I chose something else.

Superb, Mr Bond!

May I suggest we resume the debriefing?

Absolutely. Go ahead. I'm all yours.

- Where's the usual milkman? - What d'you say?

- Where's the usual man? - Huh... Flu.

- Hey, mate. Watch it! - Kitchen entrance, round the back.

General Leonid Pushkin is why I defect.

What? Your KGB superior?

Gogol's replacement when he joined their foreign service.

Once we were like brothers, but now he's a different man.

Power has gone to his head. He's sick, like Stalin!

He hates our new policy of détente.

I have here a secret directive from Pushkin. Smiert Spionom.

- "Death to Spies", Minister. - Da.

For an assassination programme, with list of targets - British and American agents.

When this starts, you will retaliate.

Soviet and Western Intelligence could destroy each other.

This might lead to nuclear war!

Unless Pushkin can be... How do you say?

Put away.

- Where is Pushkin now? In Moscow? - Da.

But in three days he will leave for Tangier.

Cover - North African trade convention.

Real reason?

New directive.

Minister, in view of the importance of what Mr Koskov has just told us

I believe we should consult with higher authority.

- By all means. Good day, Mr Koskov. - Good day, sir.

There you go. There's a good lad.

- Good morning. - Morning. Put it down there, would you?

Ta.

Green Four to base!

Green Four, this is control. Where are you?

Green Four?