A View to a Kill Page #2

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.

(auctioneer describes horses on Tannoy)

- 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!

- (neighs)

- Steady now, Pegasus. Steady.

- (groom #1) J'arrive dans un instant.

- (groom #2) Dpche-toi.

(auctioneer) 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.

Your driver may stay

in the servants' quarters.

I'm sure that'll be more than adequate.

What do you say, Tibbett?

Ahem!

- Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex.

- Of course you are.

- I'll call a porter.

- Oh, no need. My man'll take care of it.

- Let me show you to your room.

- Thank you.

When you're ready, Tibbett.

Well, my dear, I take it you spend

a lot of time in the saddle.

- Yes, I love an early morning ride.

- I'm an early riser myself.

Come along, Tibbett. Stop wheezing.

Whew!

Don't stand there panting, Tibbett.

Start unpacking.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- The reception is at six.

- Thank you, my dear.

Well, you heard what Miss Jenny Flex

said:
There is a reception at six.

- Yes, sir.

- So I need a white jacket and a black tie.

Yes, sir. (bleeping)

- And if possible, a clean shirt.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, my Lord, Tibbett!

Look at the state of my clothes.

- How on earth do you pack my bags?

- Sorry, sir.

Mr Faras told his trainer

he'll go to a million for the lthacus colt.

- Good. Anything from St John Smythe?

- Nothing about the sale, sir.

- But I'd hate to be his valet.

- You'll have to buck up your ideas.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Don't be so damned obsequious.

(bleeping intensifies)

Oh, my Lord.

What the devil's wrong with these shoes?

- Were they wiped over with an oily rag?

- Terribly sorry, sir.

You blasted well should be.

I don't know how long

you expect to remain in my employ...

- Well done, my good man.

- Must we keep this up when we're alone?

A successful cover becomes

almost second nature.

What's all this about Pegasus disappearing?

One minute he's in his stall -

the next, neither hide nor hair of him.

- We should look into it.

- (chopper)

Well, don't you concern yourself with that.

There's the man I saw at the Pegasus stable.

- Another wealthy owner?

- Who knows?

- But she'd bear closer inspection.

- We're on a mission.

Sir Godfrey, on a mission

I am expected to sacrifice myself.

Lovely party.

Enjoying our little party,

Monsieur... St John Smythe?

Immensely, immensely. SIN-jun Smythe.

Looks as though you'll have

a good turnout for the sale tomorrow.

May I introduce Miss Sutton?

Sheikh Farouk.

- Welcome.

- Mr Zorin. Main Strike all set?

We'll know after the 22nd.

- Thank you.

- Enjoy yourself.

You were looking for something?

Yes, I... I was looking for the bar.

Come. I will show you.

Oh, by the way, the name is

St John Smythe. James St John Smythe.

Dr Carl Mortner. At your service.

- Hiya, doc!

- Good afternoon, Mr Conley.

Mr Conley, Mr Smythe.

Bob Conley.

- Are you a trainer?

- Horses? Hell, I can't even ride.

- I'm in the oil business.

- Oh. Texas? (shutter clicks)

Frisco. I handle Mr Zorin's

oil interests there.

Would you excuse us? Come on, honey.

Are you a doctor of medicine?

Oh, no, no.

I am Mr Zorin's breeding consultant.

Oh, really?

Then you can let me into a little secret.

How is it you succeed with breeding

bloodlines other experts think inferior?

Selective breeding is important.

But more important

is conditioning and a desire, ja?

Are you talking about

people or horses? (shutter clicks)

My principles apply equally

to human beings.

Mr St John Smythe.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Mr Zorin, it's a great pleasure.

- A groom asked if you'd go to the stables.

- Of course.

You will excuse me?

I must congratulate you, Mr Zorin.

Your stables are magnificent.

Built in the 16th century by a duke who

believed he'd be reincarnated as a horse.

Have thoroughbreds interested you long?

Oh, no. As a matter of fact I had a dotty

old aunt die and leave me some stables.

So I thought it might be rather fun

to breed and raise horses.

- I take it you ride?

- I'm happiest in the saddle.

A fellow-sportsman.

What about fishing?

Fly casting?

I'm neglecting my other guests. You'll find

the young ladies stimulating company.

I'm sure they are.

Hello. I thought you might

like to join the party.

By the way, the name is

James St John Smythe. I'm English.

Hmm. I never would have guessed.

Really?

Monsieur.

Well, are you buying or selling?

- Selling?

- Horses.

Oh.

No, I'm not interested in horses.

Well, you came to the wrong place,

didn't you?

May Day.

Get her away from him.

I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before.

Have Security keep a good eye on him.

You didn't say what part

of the States you come from, Miss...

No. I didn't.

I suppose you... travel a lot?

Your helicopter leaves in 20 minutes.

You're not staying the night? I was hoping

we'd spend the evening together.

Now I shall be all alone.

I doubt that.

- Well, let me walk you to the chopper.

- That won't be necessary.

- Someone will take care of you.

- You'll see to that personally, will you?

- (muffled cry)

- Shhh!

Are you looking for this?

Quite a letdown.

- St John Smythe?

- Sleeping like a baby.

(snoring)

That's a boy.

There we are.

It's interesting. He's had surgery.

Surgery? That is how Zorin won the race.

Mortner implanted one of

these microchips into Pegasus.

You see, these microchips are

programmed to control an injection

of additional natural horse steroids.

- To overcome fatigue during the race.

- How?

The injection itself, with that small needle,

is triggered by a remote-control transmitter

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