The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) - full transcript

Captain wants you to keep 500ft.

Manoeuvring, Control.
Come in shallow to 500ft.

- Keep 500ft.
- Keep 500ft, sir.

What the hell's going on, Eddie?

Emergency stations.
Emergency stations.

Captain to the control room.

What the hell's going on?
Number five bulkhead shut down.

Control, Manoeuvring.

- Control, Captain.
- I'm losing electrical frequency.

I'll have to break down the
system. Control, Sound Room.

Total loss of power
on all sonar sets.



Surface. Blow forward,
blow aft, full ahead.

Rise on both planes. Raise
the search periscope.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, put him through.

Good morning, sir.

No, First Sea Lord.
No, there's been

no contact with Ranger yet, sir.

No. No sightings, no
distress signals, sir.

It looks very much like it.

Yes. Yes, of course I will, sir.

We've lost one of our
nuclear submarines.

What?

The submarine Potemkin
disappeared without trace?

But what a catastrophe,
Comrade Chairman.



Yes, of course. I will assign
our best agent immediately.

Rubelvitch, where
is Agent Triple X?

On leave, General. At the People's
Rest and Recuperation Centre.

It's been a wonderful weekend.

- I shall never forget it.
- Nor will I.

When can we meet again?

As soon as my mission
is accomplished.

I must go. I have to
be in Austria tonight.

Five more minutes.

Agent Triple X.

Calling Agent Triple X. You will

report to headquarters
immediately.

Agent Triple X,
acknowledge and verify.

This is Triple X. Message
received and understood.

Yes, Mr Prime Minister.
I understand

the gravity of the situation.

Yes, I'll put our best
man on it at once.

Goodbye.

Moneypenny, where's 007?

He's on a mission,
sir. In Austria.

Tell him to pull out. Immediately.

Oh, James.

I cannot find the words.

Let me try and enlarge
your vocabulary.

What happened? Where
are you going?

Sorry. Something came up.

But, James, I need you.

So does England.

He has just left. He has
just left. Over and out.

Message received. We are
waiting. Over and out.

Now.

♪ Nobody does it better ♪

♪ Makes me feel sad for the rest ♪

♪ Nobody does it ♪

♪ Half as good as you ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪

♪ I wasn't looking ♪

♪ But somehow you found me ♪

♪ I tried to hide from
your love light ♪

♪ But like heaven above me ♪

♪ The spy who loved me ♪

♪ Is keeping all my
secrets safe tonight ♪

♪ And nobody does it better ♪

♪ Though sometimes I
wish someone could ♪

♪ Nobody does it ♪

♪ Quite the way you do ♪

♪ Why'd you have to be so good? ♪

♪ The way that you hold me ♪

♪ Whenever you hold me ♪

♪ There's some kind
of magic inside you ♪

♪ That keeps me from running ♪

♪ But just keep it coming ♪

♪ How'd you learn to do
the things you do? ♪

♪ And nobody does it better ♪

♪ Makes me feel sad for the rest ♪

♪ Nobody does it ♪

♪ Half as good as you ♪

♪ Baby, baby ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪

Send in Agent Triple X.

You sent for me, Comrade General.

Good morning. Major
Amasova, we are

facing a most delicate situation.

Our nuclear submarine
Potemkin has disappeared.

- Sabotage?
- That is for you to find out.

We have one lead. A connection
in Cairo. You leave tonight.

Will that be all, Comrade General?

There is one more thing.

I regret to inform
you, Major, that

Agent Sergei Barsov
has been killed.

On a mission, at Berngarten
in the Austrian Alps.

A tragic occurrence,
Comrade General.

It had not escaped our notice

that you had been
more than friends

for some time. I'm very sorry.

- How did he die?
- We haven't all the details yet,

but it appears he'd
become involved in

a British Secret
Service operation.

Please keep me informed,
Comrade General.

I should very much
like to meet whoever

was responsible for his death.

Sea King 05, finals to land. Over.

Sea King 05, this is Faslane.

Sea King 05. Roger. Out.

Good morning, sir.

- Morning, 007.
- Hello, Q.

- Mission successful?
- On and off.

Morning, Commander.

- Captain Forsyth.
- Commander.

Commander Bond, sir. Mr Frederick
Grey, Minister of Defence.

Morning, Commander.

Admiral Hargreaves, Flag
Officer Submarines.

- Ark Royal, wasn't it?
- Yes, sir.

- I believe M told you about this.
- Yes, Minister.

Over here, please, gentlemen.

This is Ranger's prearranged
course to her patrol area?

That's right.

- Who knew this course?
- Admiral Hargreaves, myself,

and Talbot, the captain
of the submarine.

Good God.

Where did this come from?

For the moment that's top secret.

I see, sir.

This means the
Russians can track our

submarines underwater
and sink them.

- I believe it does.
- How could they? It's impossible.

No. It's quite simple, really.

Heat-signature
recognition most likely.

- With your permission, Minister?
- Yes, of course.

We already know that satellites
with infrared heat sensors

can detect a nuclear missile
in flight by its tail fire.

- Well?
- Someone can now locate

a submerged nuclear submarine in
exactly the same way, by its wake.

But that means they can totally

undermine our Western
defence strategy.

It looks like it, yes.

Where did we get the
tracing, Freddie?

Cairo. Diplomatic bag.

Somebody got hold of
the plans of that

tracking system and is
trying to sell them.

They sent us that tracing
as proof that it's genuine.

If there is a deal to be made,
the price is going to be high.

High? Astronomical.

That missing submarine had
16 Polaris missiles aboard.

I take it we have a
contact in Egypt?

M will give you the details.

You leave tonight.

Dr Bechmann and
Professor Markovitz.

Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, now
that the moment

has come to bid you farewell,

I congratulate both you,
Doctor, and you, Professor,

on your brilliant work
in the development

of the submarine tracking system.

Thanks primarily to
you, I'm happy to say

that the first phase
of our operation

has met with considerable success.

I have instructed my
assistant to have

paid into your Swiss bank account

the sum of ten million
dollars each.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you indeed.

And that, I think,
concludes our business.

Before you go, however, I very
much regret to inform you

that a dangerous development has

recently been brought
to my notice.

Someone has been
attempting to sell

the plans of our tracking project

to competing world powers.

Someone intimately
associated with the project.

My dear, it would perhaps be more
seemly if you were to leave us.

Thank you.

It was you who betrayed me.

You had access to all
the information.

And now you will pay the penalty.

Once again, gentlemen,
my most profound thanks.

- Sandor.
- Yes, sir.

Jaws.

I'm assigning you the task of
recovering the microfilm copy

of the tracking system.

Sandor, you will go
with him. Obey him.

Every person who even comes into
contact with that microfilm

is to be eliminated.

Stand by for helicopter take-off.

All personnel clear of the
flight-deck platform.

Cancel transfer of
20 million dollars.

Inform next of kin
that a tragic accident

has resulted in the deaths of

Professor Markovitz
and Dr Bechmann.

The funeral was at sea.

- Fade. Kadeer.
- Garabna.

Ukran

- Shukran.
- Afwan.

- Assalaam alaykum.
- Ala ykum assalaam.

May the peace of Allah
descend upon this

abode and allow a poor
traveller to enter.

May the hospitality
of these miserable

quarters be sufficient
to your needs.

James Bond. What a
delightful surprise

after all these
years. Do sit down.

Thank you.

I wondered what you
were going to do

when you went down from Cambridge.

I never had any
problems knowing what

you were going to do,
Hosein. Shukran.

We don't only have oil, you know.

What can I offer you? Sheep's
eyes, dates? Vodka Martini?

Information. Who is
putting the submarine

tracking system on the market?

What a pity it is you persist
in being so businesslike.

The gentleman you
will eventually be

dealing with is a
certain Max Kalba.

- Eventually?
- To reach Kalba,

you must first make contact with a
man called Fekkesh, Aziz Fekkesh.

I'll give you the address
of his apartment

in Cairo, but it's too
late to meet today.

Can I persuade you to
accept a bed for the night?

It's kind of you, Hosein, but

I really feel I...

Are you quite sure I can't
persuade you to stay the night?

When one is in Egypt, one should
delve deeply into its treasures.

Mr Bond.

Yes. I'm sorry. The door was open.

Mr Fekkesh is expecting
me. I phoned him.

He asked me to give you a message.
He will be a little late.

May I ask where he is?

Mr Fekkesh asked me to entertain
you while you are waiting.

Really?

Where is Fekkesh?

You are very suspicious, Mr Bond.

I find I live much
longer that way.

Now, where is he?

If there's anything
you would like...

Anything at all...

I had lunch, but... I seem
to have missed dessert.

As urgent as my
appointment is, I'd

hate him to walk in
and surprise us.

There is no danger of that.

He's gonna be some
time, then, is he?

Is he meeting someone?

I'm sorry. I cannot
answer that question.

Oh,

I think you can.

No.

Where's Fekkesh?

- Where's Fekkesh?
- Pyramids.

Agh.

What a helpful chap.

You have come tonight

to the most fabulous and
celebrated place in the world.

Here on the plateau of Giza

stands for ever the mightiest
of human achievements.

No traveller, emperor,
merchant or poet

has trodden on these sands
and not gasped in awe.

The curtain of night
is about to rise

and disclose the
stage on which the

drama of a civilisation
took place.

Those involved have been present
since the dawn of history,

pitched stubbornly
against sand and wind.

And the voice of the desert
has crossed the centuries.

Excuse me, Major. I'll
be back in a moment.

With each new dawn,
I see the sun god

rise on the far bank of the Nile.

I am the faithful warden
at the foot of his Lord,

so faithful, so vigilant,

so near him that he gave
me his face for my own.

I am a Pharaoh's companion,

and I am he, the Pharaoh.

This is the tomb of Cheops,

Pharaoh of the fourth
dynasty 4,500 years ago.

Here is the great pyramid which he

built to defend himself
against death.

Here in the depths of this tomb

a servant of the king
awaits the call to

set out upon his
journey into eternity.

Death lies waiting.

- Where is Fekkesh?
- With the Pharaohs.

You killed him.

No, he was dead when I found him.

Hope you enjoyed the
show. Good night.

What an unexpected pleasure.
Welcome to the Mujaba Club.

Buy you a drink, Major Amasova?

Or may I call you Triple X?

So you know who I am.

You made quite an impression.

I'm sorry about Ivan and Boris.

They exceeded their orders.

Good staff is hard
to find these days.

Yes, sir?

The lady'll have a
Bacardi on the rocks.

For the gentleman, vodka
Martini, shaken not stirred.

Touché.

Commander James Bond,

recruited to the British Secret
Service from the Royal Navy.

Licenced to kill, and has done
so on numerous occasions.

Many lady friends, but
married only once.

Wife killed...

All right, you've made your point.

- You're sensitive, Mr Bond.
- About certain things, yes.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, tragically,

I have a previous engagement.

Happily enough, so do I.

- Goodbye, Mr Bond.
- Let's say au revoir.

I have the oddest feeling we'll
be meeting again sometime.

I'm looking for a Mr Kalba.

Mr Max Kalba is the
owner of the club.

Over there.

Mr Kalba,

my name is Bond, James Bond.

What of it?

You had an appointment
with a Mr Fekkesh.

Well?

He won't be joining you.

You have something I
might like to buy.

Just a moment.

I would like to bid for it, too.

You forgot your drink, Mr Bond.

Thank you. Na zdoroviye.

It seems you have
competition, Mr Bond,

and from where I sit,
I fancy you will

find the lady's
figure hard to match.

Might the contestants at least be

permitted to view the
article for sale?

Well, now, who will
start the bidding?

Mr Kalba, sir. The
telephone. An urgent call.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

This is Kalba.

Hello?

Another?

We've really got to
stop meeting like this.

Kalba was called to the
phone. What happened?

He was cut-off... Permanently.

The microfilm. Where is it?

Search me.

He must have it, or
you wouldn't be here.

You don't know who he is. He's on

our records. A
professional killer.

Called Jaws? Make no
mistake, Mr Bond.

I want that microfilm and
I'm going to get it.

Unless I get it first.

Watch out.

Don't move.

The microfilm. Give it to me.

Egyptian builders.

Sorry.

You're just too late.

Give me the key.

The key.

Give it to me.

The key.

Try the big one.

Can you play any other tune?

Let's try reverse.
That's backwards.

Would you like me to drive?

- Women drivers.
- Quiet. Watch this.

Shaken, but not stirred.

That gorilla must have his
teeth fixed by a riveter.

By the way, thanks for
deserting me back there.

Every woman for herself, remember?

Still, you... You
did save my life.

We all make mistakes, Mr Bond.

The cylinder-head gasket.

Oh.

Hey. Stanna.

Stanna.

Khuddnf lii Kaa Hira Aywa, tfadal.

- What did he say?
- He thinks we're overdressed,

- but he'll take us to Cairo.
- Good.

It's getting cold.

Is there anything I can
do to warm you up?

You don't have to worry
about me, Mr Bond.

I went on a survival
course in Siberia.

Yes, I believe a great number
of your countrymen do.

- What did they teach you?
- That it's very important

to have a positive
mental attitude.

Nothing more practical than that?

Food is also very important.

What else?

When necessary,
shared bodily warmth.

That's the part I like.

Is this really what
they do in Siberia?

Yes, but not how they do it.

You're not trying to take
advantage of me, are you?

The thought never crossed my mind.

Just when it was
getting interesting.

Where's the girl?

- Fein El bent?
- El bent, enta w'nayem rahet.

Morning, Moneypenny. Is he in?

Huh. My, it must have
been quite a party.

Boring, Moneypenny. As a
matter of fact, I dropped off.

Hello, James. We've
been expecting you.

Good morning, sir.

There's been a change of plan.

You probably recognise my opposite
number in the KGB. General Gogol.

And I believe you're
familiar with Major Amasova.

Enough to know which
cigarettes she smokes.

Our respective governments have
agreed to pool their resources

to find out what happened
to our submarines.

We have entered a new era of
Anglo-Soviet cooperation.

And as a sign of
Russian good faith,

I'm prepared to make available the

microfilm recovered
by Agent Triple X.

With considerable
ease, I might add.

Don't bother with
it. It's useless.

I examined it on the boat.

I assure you it is quite genuine.

Except that the vital technical
information has been taken out.

This was only intended
to whet our appetites.

Maybe Q can make
something out of it.

I want that ready for
Ahmed's tea party.

- After you, Alexis.
- No, no. After you, Miles.

Thank you.

That could bring
tears to your eyes.

Everybody ready? Right.

Now, we're pretty certain that
this drawing was drafted in Italy.

The size corresponds
with a Venetian octavo,

and the typeface
is an Italian one.

Now, note the slight upward
stress on the transversals.

Q, what's that mark there?

Probably something the drawing was

resting on when it
was photographed.

Must have been done in a hurry.

- Can you enlarge it?
- Mm. Wait a minute.

Oratory. What is that?

It's another word for chapel.

Looks a bit like a bishop's mitre.

It is a fish. That is the symbol
of the Stromberg shipping line.

Karl Stromberg is one of the
richest men in the world.

One of the principal capitalist
exploiters of the West, sir.

It's not oratory, it's
laboratory. Stromberg

has a marine research laboratory.

On Corsica, I believe.

Well done, James.

Actually, sir, it is in Sardegna.

That's brilliant. I'm certain
that two such perceptive talents

will enjoy working
together in Sardinia,

and that it will help to make

Anglo-Soviet
cooperation a reality.

Here we are.

That was a delicious
meal. Thank you.

I didn't realise you had
such a healthy appetite.

Neither did I. It
must be travelling

by train. I always enjoy it.

I remember when...

What do you remember?

I was going to talk
about a mission.

Silly, isn't it? We can't talk and
yet we're in the same business.

- But with rival companies.
- We're not rivals at the moment.

No.

Then... How about a nightcap
on the company? My company.

I'm very sorry. I have
an idea tomorrow's

going to be a busy
day. I must sleep.

Yes. Well, then, sleep well.

And you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

What happened?

He just dropped in
for a quick bite.

You're hurt.

Later.

Let's worry about you.

What was it they taught you
on that survival course?

A positive mental attitude.

And shared bodily warmth.

Nothing about keeping
out of draughts.

Still enjoy travelling by train?

You saved my life.

Thank you, James.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you lie down
and let me look at it?

What can we use for a bandage?

How about this?

Grazie.

Wait a moment.

- Good morning, Major Boothroyd.
- Morning.

Look what Q's brought
for us. Isn't it nice?

Right, pay attention,
007. I want you

to take great care
of this equipment.

There are one or
two accessories...

Q, have I ever let you down?

Frequently.

- Buongiorno.
- Buongiorno, signore e signora.

You have a reservation
for me. Sterling.

Ah, yes. Mr and Mrs Sterling.
Booked from Cairo.

- That's right.
- We have suite A5 for you.

A sitting room...
And two bedrooms.

Moneypenny being a
little over-efficient.

Do you have any messages for me?

Thank you.

Excellent. We have been
granted an audience.

- Mr Sterling?
- Yes.

I'm Naomi. Mr Stromberg
sent me to collect you.

How do you do? This
is my wife, who

also happens to be my assistant.

- You are on holiday here?
- Where there's an ocean,

a marine biologist
is never on holiday.

Can we offer you a
drink before we go?

No, thank you. Mr
Stromberg's a very

busy man. His time is precious.

What a handsome craft.
Such lovely lines.

Thank you.

Very impressive.

I wonder if you'd show my wife

around while I'm
with Mr Stromberg.

- Of course. This way.
- Thank you.

Now, don't be a bother to Naomi,
darling. I'll be back soon.

Oh, by the way, Mr Stromberg
prefers not to shake hands.

- It's the third button.
- Thank you.

Why do we seek to conquer space,

when seven-tenths of our
universe remains to be explored?

The world beneath the sea.

You seem to be well-equipped to

repair that oversight,
Mr Stromberg.

My name is Sterling,
Robert Sterling.

It's very kind of
you to receive me.

Not at all. It's
always a pleasure to

welcome someone with
a mutual interest.

An extraordinary number
of rare species.

You recognise that
variety, of course.

Of course.

Pterois volitans.
Other fish avoid it.

Those dorsal spines
are laden with venom.

Handsome but deadly.

I see you know your
subject, Mr Sterling.

One tries. You have a remarkable
establishment here, Mr Stromberg.

I'm somewhat of a recluse.

I wish to conduct my
life on my own terms

and in surroundings with
which I can identify.

That is a privilege of wealth.

Don't you miss the outside world?

For me, this is all the world.

There is beauty,

there is ugliness,

and there is death.

I think you will find this
interesting, Mr Sterling.

- An underwater city.
- Fascinating, isn't it?

The only hope for the
future of mankind.

We all have our dreams.

No dream, Mr Sterling.
Soon a reality.

I'm afraid you must excuse me.
I have business to attend to.

Goodbye, Mr Sterling. And
if we don't meet again,

I wish you luck
with your research.

Thank you. The brief glimpse
you've afforded me today

will only encourage me
to redouble my efforts.

Goodbye, Mr Stromberg.

- How interesting.
- There you are.

Darling, you should look at
this model. It's beautiful.

This is the Liparus, the latest
addition to the Stromberg fleet,

launched nine months ago.

Over a million tons, it's the
largest tanker in the world.

After the Karl Marx, of course.

Really, darling? It's amazing the

items of information
you store away.

Were they the two on the train?

James Bond.

And the woman is Major
Amasova, a Russian agent.

Let them get ashore

and then kill them.

You're being secretive.
Where are we going?

I want another look at
that Stromberg laboratory.

Could he operate the
tracking system from there?

It's possible. All
we know for sure is

that two nuclear
submarines are missing.

What did you think of the model?

There was something
strange about the

design of her bows.
M's checking her out.

James, that motorcycle...

Has been following us
for the last mile.

All those feathers and
he still can't fly.

- James, there's...
- I know. Don't tell me.

Mamma Mia. Che é successo?
Oddio, tutto distrutto.

Do you ever get the feeling
somebody doesn't like you?

Can you swim?

It's time we said goodbye
to an uninvited guest.

Alone at last.

That's what we've come to look at.

James.

Brace yourself.

Look.

How did you know about that?

I stole the blueprints of
this car two years ago.

Can we make it?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- I have a message for you.
- I think you just delivered it.

Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt
you, but I asked

M for a list of all the ports

the Stromberg tanker
had called at.

And what is the answer?

Since she was fitted
out, there is no

record of her putting
into port anywhere.

That's very odd

if it's true.

We don't make mistakes
of that sort.

You sound just like a Russian.

I think we should take a closer
look at that tanker, don't you?

Yes, I do.

- Shall I contact Gogol?
- There's no need.

M has already offered to fix it.

Very nice.

It's Austrian. I bought
it in Berngarten.

- Berngarten?
- Yes, I was doing some skiing.

- When was this?
- About three weeks ago. Why?

Do you recognise him?

No. Who is he?

The man I loved.

He was in Berngarten
three weeks ago.

Did you kill him?

When someone's behind you on skis

trying to put a
bullet in your back,

you don't always have
time to remember a face.

In our business, Anya,
people get killed.

We both know that. So did he.

It was either him or me.

The answer to the question
is yes. I did kill him.

Then when this mission is
over, I will kill you.

Come in.

Commander Carter?

That's right. Welcome
aboard. Major.

Have a seat.

Can I get you something?

Not for me. I don't
know about the major.

Major.

I'm sorry. I hadn't
expected you to be a woman.

Aboard this vessel,
Commander, I am

Major Amasova of the Russian army.

- Yeah, sure.
- It's good of you to help us out.

Got a couple of cabins
at your disposal.

Thank you.

Major, you're welcome to use
the shower in my quarters.

You do not have to show me any
special favours, Commander.

All the same, I think it
might be better if I did.

From COMSUB Atlantic, sir.

Right.

What's the matter,
sailor? You never

seen a major taking
a shower before?

Stand by for second
observation on target.

Up scope.

Check.

Target bearing. Mark.

Range. Mark.

Down scope.

- One division in high power.
- Range, 6,200 yards, sir.

Angle on the bow, port 50.

Torpedo Room.
Boarding party ready.

Captain, sir. Our
best solution for

the target is 120,
speed three knots.

Officer of the deck,
come right north. Tell

Manoeuvring to make
turns for 11 knots.

Which bullet has my name on
it, the first or the last?

I have never failed on a
mission, Commander. Any mission.

In that case, Major,

one of us is bound
to end up gravely

disappointed, because
neither have I...

Control, Manoeuvring. We're
losing electrical frequency.

Control, Sonar. Total
power supplies failure.

Surface. Blow forward. Blow aft.

Up scope. Stand by.

Where the hell is she?

My God. She's right behind us.

Impossible.

Stand by at Number Two Dock.
Stand by at Number Two Dock.

Containment Crews,
take up positions.

Dock Officer to Operations.

Mobilisation Crew
entering dock area.

Number Two Dock to
Operations. 25m to run.

I say again, 25m to run.

Activate Number Two Dock.

Operations Room, Number Two
Dock. Docking now complete.

Disembarkation Crew
moving into position.

S-Ray programme
completed. Magnetic

field shut down. All
systems normal.

Limpet speaker in position, sir.

Commander, you have precisely two
minutes to open your hatches

and surrender your ship.

The alternative is extermination

by cyanide gas.

Well?

There's no alternative.

Now, hear this. Your
captain speaking.

Open all hatches and proceed
quietly onto the casing.

Hurry, Commander. I'm not
renowned for my patience.

Ok, two ranks. Move it out.

Stay close to me. We'll
try and hide you.

Our time is limited, Captain.

- Commence operations forthwith.
- Yes, sir.

Attention all personnel.

Stromberg Crews One and Two,
embark your submarines.

Put the Americans in with
the others, Captain.

Remove the prisoners.

Don't look up. You're
on Candid Camera.

Complete nuclear missile loading.

Operations, Bridge.
Altering course

number to 340, coming
up to six knots.

Operations, Engine Room.
Revolutions 96 set.

Anya.

Operations, Radar. No
contacts within 25,000m.

Bring those two prisoners here.

Operations Room, Sonar. No
contacts, no transmissions.

James Bond and Major Amasova.

You have certainly been
persistent. Very well.

Now your curiosity
can be satisfied.

Both crews aboard, sir.
Missile onload completed.

They have already been
given their targets.

At 12 noon they will have
reached firing positions.

Within minutes, New York and
Moscow will cease to exist.

Global destruction will follow.

The new era will begin.

Submarines One and Two,
commence departure drill.

All right, Stromberg. You've made
your point. How much do you want?

How much? Whatever do
you mean, Mr Bond?

The price for not firing
those nuclear missiles.

You're deluded, Mr Bond.

I'm not interested in extortion.

I intend to change
the face of history.

- By destroying the world?
- By creating a world.

A new and beautiful
world beneath the sea.

Today civilisation as we know
it is corrupt and decadent.

Inevitably, it will
destroy itself.

I'm merely accelerating
the process.

That does not justify mass murder.

For that, Major,

I will accept the
judgement of posterity.

Submarines ready for
departure, sir.

Open bow doors, Captain.

Stromberg One, you are
clear to proceed to sea.

Stromberg Two, you are also
clear to proceed to sea.

Observe, Mr Bond. The
instruments of Armageddon.

Put this man with the
rest of the prisoners.

No, no, no, no. The lady will be
travelling to Atlantis with me.

Farewell, Mr Bond.

That word has, I must admit, a

welcome ring of
permanency about it.

Au revoir, Anya.

Bring her.

Get that man at all costs.

Keep going.

Call him over.

Hey.

- Where's your captain?
- Here.

Release the crews.
Go to the armoury.

Follow me, men.

Come on. Let's go.

Seal the operations room.

You. Stand by over there.

Help yourselves to firearms.

Grab a weapon. Come on, let's go.

We've taken both sides
of the lower dock

area, but I'm afraid
your captain's dead.

We're still no closer
to that control room.

Leave it to me, sir.

Andrews, James, Marshall,
Purvis. Follow me.

That armour plating is inches
thick. We'll never get through it.

- Let's get to the armoury.
- What's there?

- A nuclear missile.
- A nuc...? Hey, wait.

This could take hours, sir.

- You got a date?
- No, sir.

Now you are beautiful.

I'm sorry if you feel
less than comfortable.

But you have a
tendency to violence

that has to be controlled.

- What is it?
- I... have to report, sir,

a break-out by some
of the prisoners.

That is unfortunate, Captain.

However, we now have the
situation under control.

The operations room
is quite impregnable.

Then we must hope, Captain, that
you will suffer no further mishap.

Ok.

All I need is the detonator.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

There has to be a first
time for everything.

Blast.

What's the problem?

I mustn't touch the impulse
conductor circuit.

This ring houses the
impulse conductor circuit.

It's magnetic. I mustn't touch it
with any part of the detonator.

- What happens if you do?
- It'll go off.

- Give me a number six detonator.
- Aye aye, sir.

Number six, sir.

Thank you. Did you fix
that 20-second fuse?

Yes, sir. Here it is.

- Plastic explosive.
- Plastic explosive.

Is it proceeding
according to plan?

- Yes, sir.
- Excellent.

- Sir.
- What is it?

The monitor's faded.

Change the circuit.

Cease Fi re.

You're too late, Bond. Our
submarines are already on station.

In four minutes the
missiles will be launched.

The transmission unit,
can you work it?

Sure. But we've only
got three minutes.

If we find the position
of the submarines,

maybe we can reprogramme them.

- To do what?
- To destroy each other.

James. The globe.

Take the position of the
first submarine and

pass it on to the
second as her target.

- And vice versa.
- Exactly.

Missile Control, this is the

captain. We have a
change of target.

New coordinates are 034285219.

Missile Control. Captain.
We have a new target.

Everybody back on
board the submarine.

Pass it on. Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Foster, get those
lines cleared. Come

on. Leaver, throw
those guys a line.

Get those fenders
cleared. Fore and aft.

Get the submarine
at diving stations.

Diving stations.

Manoeuvring. Reactor
into half-power

state. Ready to check telegraphs.

All personnel, take
up positions fast.

Get Roberts to the gyro unit.

Come on. Move it.

Stand by to revert
to normal lighting.

Come on. Get that
hatch shut. Quick.

Torpedo Room, Control. Load
tube one with Mark 46 torpedo.

Open outer door on tube one.

- Select zero gyro angle.
- Select zero gyro angle.

- Outer door on tube one open.
- Match bearings and shoot.

- Set.
- Shoot.

Torpedo running.

Rudder amidships.
Ahead two thirds.

Rudder amidships.
Ahead two thirds.

- Left seven degrees rudder.
- Left seven degrees rudder.

How far would you say?

Mm. About 10,000 yards, sir.

Commander.

Close it.

I got this signal
from the Pentagon.

"On instructions from the Security
Council, destroy Atlantis fast."

- What does fast mean?
- Battle stations five minutes.

With torpedoes?

Yes.

- He has Anya on there.
- I know, James. I'm sorry.

- I have to get her off.
- How?

The equipment Q sent
for me. Can I have it?

Sure.

Barton. That package for Commander
Bond, bring it in quick.

- I need an hour.
- That comes from the top.

40 minutes.

You're gonna get me
court-martialled.

Ok. One hour.

Come in.

Here, I'll give you a hand.

Good evening, Mr Bond.
I've been expecting you.

Stay where you are. I'll send
the elevator down for you.

Goodbye, Mr Bond.

You did want me to drop in.

- Where's Anya?
- Well, well, well.

A British agent in love with a
Russian agent. Détente indeed.

Sit down, Mr Bond.

Your time's running
out, Stromberg.

Yours too, Mr Bond. Yours too.
And faster than you think.

You've shot your bolt,
Stromberg. Now it's my turn.

How does that grab you?

We're five minutes
overdue, Captain.

James. Stromberg?

Dead. So are we unless
we get out of here fast.

Match bearings and shoot.

Ah. Maybe I misjudged Stromberg.

Any man who drinks Dom
Pérignon '52 can't be all bad.

- The mission is over, Commander.
- Mm?

In my country the condemned man is
usually allowed a final request.

Granted.

Let's get out of these wet things.

But, James,

- what would our superiors say?
- They're never going to know.

Lower the stern gate.

- Is there a danger of the bends?
- We'll soon find out.

James.

- 007.
- Triple X.

Bond, what do you
think you're doing?

Keeping the British end up, sir.

♪ Nobody does it better ♪

♪ Makes me feel sad for the rest ♪

♪ Nobody does it half
as good as you ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪

♪ I wasn't looking ♪

♪ But somehow you found me ♪

♪ I tried to hide from
your love light ♪

♪ But like heaven above me ♪

♪ The spy who loved me ♪

♪ Is keeping all my
secrets safe tonight ♪

♪ And nobody does it better ♪

♪ Makes me feel sad for the rest ♪

♪ Nobody does it ♪

♪ Half as good as you ♪

♪ Baby, baby ♪

♪ Darling, you're the best ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪

♪ Baby, you're the best ♪