For Your Eyes Only Page #2

- That's not funny, 007.

I see you managed to get the Lotus

back together again.

I disregard these jibes

about our equipment, 007.

I don't suppose you find it funny

in the field.

Indeed, I don't.

This 3-D Visual ldentigraph

is still in the experimental stage.

Now, once we get

a composite of the man...

we can find a match by patching

into the photographic files...

of the Surety, lnterpol,

ClA, the Mossad.

And the West German police.

You've told me so already five times.

Thank you, 007.

Right.

Now describe the person

you wish to identify...

and I'll program the information.

Male Caucasian,

late thirties.

Hair:
fine, light brown.

That's it.

- Parted in the middle.

- Wait a minute.

- Right.

- Eyes.

- A little smaller.

- Uh-huh.

Blue. A little grayer.

That's it. You have it.

Now, nose.

- A nose, not a banana, Q.

- I'm sorry.

Stop.

Lips fuller.

Mm-hmm. Oops.

No, no, mouth wider.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sharon.

- You can go. I'll lock up.

- Okay.

I reckon we're almost there, Q,

apart from glasses.

Steel-rimmed.

- Yeah.

- Octagonal.

Octagonal.

That's him.

That's our man.

Right. I'll try

and get a match.

Yes.

The man we want is

Emile Leopold Locque...

an enforcer

in the Brussels underworld.

He's been convicted

of several...

particularly brutal murders.

He escaped from Namur Prison...

by strangling his psychiatrist.

He has worked for drug syndicates

in Marseilles and Hong Kong.

Now reported working

for Greek smugglers.

The ltalian Secret Service think

that he is, at this moment, in Cortina.

I'll instruct Ferrara, our man

in northern ltaly, to contact you there.

- Y es, sir.

- And 007, try not to muck it up again.

I'll do my best, sir.

I'll leave you to lock up.

Let me out, will you?

The snow this year

is better at lnnsbruck.

But not at St. Moritz.

- Ferrara.

- Bond. James.

Luigi.

I presume London has briefed you.

If Locque's in Cortina,

we'll find him.

I have a reliable Greek contact here,

an Anglophile.

He helped us out last year

on a smuggling operation.

- What's he doing in Cortina?

- He--

Spends a few months a year here

at his chalet.

He's in shipping, insurance,

oil exploration.

Knows everything going on.

Very reliable.

The British gave him the King's Medal

for resistance fighting during the war.

Yes, but can I meet him?

I've set it up. He is waiting for us

at the Olympic ice rink.

- Kristatos. Ari Kristatos.

- Bond. James Bond.

Would you care to join me

in some gluhwein?

That's a very good idea.

Thank you.

Well, gentlemen,

how can I help you?

We'd like some information.

My protege.

A sure winner...

in the next Olympics.

She's completely absorbed

in her skating...

but innocent in the ways

of the world.

The day she wins the gold medal...

will be the greatest in my life.

Bibi, here are some

new admirers for you.

Mr. Bond, Mr. Ferrara,

Bibi Dahl...

and her coach, Jacoba Brink,

once a world-class skater herself.

I've seen Miss Brink skate.

I think the world will soon be seeing

a great deal of your skating too.

Only if she works harder.

- Much harder.

- Oh, Uncle Ari.

Can I stop now?

I'm pooped.

That's for Miss Brink to decide.

Come, Bibi,

another half hour of practice.

Uncle Ari, will you take me

to the biathlon?

Bibi, you know I have to work

this afternoon.

Bibi wants to know

if you would escort her, Mr. Bond.

- I don't think--

- I would feel better...

if there were someone with her.

I'd be delighted.

I'm staying at the Miramonti.

Great!

How can I help?

- Do you know this man?

- Y es. Locque.

Columbo's right hand.

Milos Columbo.

His name came up in connection...

with a smuggling operation

last year.

That's the least of his offenses.

Drugs, white slavery, contract murder.

In the Greek underworld,

he in known as "the Dove."

A very sick joke.

- Where is this Dove?

- Somewhere in Greece, I would guess.

Once we were like brothers.

Now he hates me.

We fought together

in the Greek resistance...

then against the Communists.

After that,

he took a different path.

Thank you for your time,

Mr. Kristatos.

My pleasure.

I leave for Corfu soon.

If I get any more information,

I will call Ferrara.

What do you think, Luigi?

Does this "Dove" Columbo...

have the resources

to mount a salvage operation?

Oh, definitely. He runs a fleet of

intercoastal freighters in the Aegean.

I'll ring my office in Milano.

They may have more on him.

- I'll see you later.

- Okay.

Is this the one you mean?

Thank you. I'll take it.

Deliver it to the Hotel Cristalo.

I beg your pardon.

- May I help you?

- Y es, give me a dozen lilies.

Will you?

I'll pick them up later.

Come on, quickly.

Send them to the funeral,

will you?

Slow down. Would you mind telling me

what the devil you're doing in Cortina?

- Your telegram.

- What telegram?

It said you found the man

and to meet you here today.

I didn't send it.

Now, get in.

The station, please.

- Are we leaving?

- Not "we." You. And now.

You don't tell me

what to do.

Did you find the man

who hired Gonzales?

I'm working on it.

He's here, isn't he?

That's why you're here.

Driver, stop! Go back!

- I'm staying.

- So you can put an arrow in his back?

You do that, and we'll never find out

who or what is behind all this.

It was my parents they killed,

not yours. Let me out. Driver, stop!

Melina, look at me.

You were lucky once,

but they are onto you now.

The telegram, the motorcycles

back there. They prove it.

- Let me handle this.

- You? How are you involved?

All I can tell you is it's something

of vital interest to both our countries.

More important than my parents?

Your father was part of it.

He thought it important enough

to risk his life.

Now, Melina, please trust me.

Go back to the Triaina and wait.

Let me find out what I can here,

then I'll come straight to Corfu.

- I promise you.

- Okay.

I'll go back and wait,

but not for long.

It won't be, I swear.

Don't they have showers

at the ice rink?

How did you get in here?

One of the porters is a fan.

He'll do anything for me,

and I'll do anything for you.

Well, I'm exceedingly

flattered, Bibi...

but you're in training.

That's a laugh. Everybody knows

it builds up muscle tone.

How about building up a little more

muscle tone by putting on your clothes?

Don't you like me?

I think you're wonderful, Bibi...

but I don't think your Uncle Ari

would approve.

Him? He thinks

I'm still a virgin.

Yes, well, you get your clothes on,

and I'll buy you an ice cream.

Shall we?

Don't you ever come up for air?

That's why I'll get the gold medal--

breath control.

Yes, well, you can't lose.

And now, Erich Kriegler...

Iast year's East European champion.

There's Erich Kriegler.

The East German champion?

Isn't he beautiful?

You know something, Bibi?

You're fickle.

Hey, Erich!

Come on, let's go watch him shoot.

We'll have a drink

at the finish.

Well, Bibi, I'm afraid

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