For Your Eyes Only Page #3

I have to leave you.

- No, James, stay with me.

- I have an appointment.

Will you come and say good-bye to me

at the practice rink later?

Please, James, we're going back

to Greece soon.

All right, but if I can't make it...

all I can say is

don't grow up any more.

- Huh?

- The opposite sex won't survive it.

Won't take long.

- Don't play with any of the switches.

- Right.

What took you so long?

I took the scenic route.

Tell me more about your boyfriend,

Erich Kriegler.

He doesn't smoke, he only eats health

foods and he won't even talk to girls.

James, you're jealous.

Of course. What else can you tell me

about my rival for your affections?

They say he's a defector

from East Germany.

It is time

for your rubdown.

I could eat you up alive.

Farewell, Mr. Bond,

but not good-bye.

I'll be finished around 6::00.

Meet me here.

How did you know I was here?

I radio telephoned the Triaina,

and they told me you were coming ashore.

I have to go shopping for the crew.

Come with me, we can talk.

Why not?

Thank you.

I think you may need that.

My father loved the view

from here.

- I can see why.

- We came here often.

- Is Corfu your home?

- No.

My real home's always been

the Triaina, the Greek islands...

Turkey, North Africa--

wherever my father's work took us.

Did he leave any notes?

They could help us.

No, I don't think so.

To tell you the truth...

I haven't had the courage

to go into his study since.

Try not to think about it now.

I'm meeting a man tonight

at the casino who may give us a lead.

You're perspiring, Bunky.

Contessa.

500,000.

Only half?

Where's your courage, Bunky?

Courage is no match

for an unfriendly shoe, Countess.

Bravo, Bunky.

Lucky night.

The odds favor standing pat.

If you play the odds.

Would you cash these in

for me, please?

Thank you. Excuse me.

Aperitif, please?

Ouzo for me, please.

And a whiskey.

And to eat?

I'll have the prawns,

salad and Bourdetto.

An excellent choice.

I'll have the same.

May I suggest a white wine

from my home place?

If you'll forgive me, that's

a little too scented for my palate.

I prefer the Theotaki Aspro.

After our last meeting,

I am asking myself...

why you want to know about Locque,

Columbo's man.

I know Columbo runs heroin

to be refined here...

before it's sent to England.

So I think I see the answer.

You're from the British Narcotics Board.

Am I right?

Go on.

I wish you luck, my friend.

But I must warn you,

stopping Columbo will be difficult.

He has important connections.

You cannot just arrest him.

Find some different way.

You may have to kill him.

Does this discourage you?

- Just tell me where he is.

- Over there.

With the woman in blue.

We ignore each other,

but I wanted you to see him.

He is a secret partner

in this casino.

But we are perfectly safe.

He will do nothing in his own place.

And the countess?

Lisl, an Austrian.

Expensive mistress.

She sometimes shills for the house.

She bets with other people's money.

But I must warn you,

stopping Columbo will be difficult.

He has important connections.

You cannot just arrest him.

You must find a different way.

You may have to kill him.

Does this discourage you?

Just tell me where he is.

You are a disgusting man.

How dare you talk to me like that?

I will speak to you any way I please.

Sit down.

You're making a spectacle

of yourself.

Get out!

Nothing would please me more.

- This may be an opportunity.

- This may be a trap.

If you play the odds.

As you wish. Take my car.

I'll play a little chemin.

Ask the chauffeur

to come back for me.

Allow me.

May I drive you home?

No, thank you.

I'll take a taxi.

No courage?

Seriously, you may have a job

finding one.

Well, you look like a gentleman.

Why not?

I am the Countess Lisl Von Schlaf.

My name is Bond.

I'm writing a novel

about Greek smugglers. Know any?

Smugglers? How would I know

any smugglers?

I would think that

a lady in your position...

would get to know many things.

I'd be most grateful.

How grateful?

Very.

I adore grateful men.

May I call you tomorrow, Countess?

I'm a night person. I have

champagne and oysters in the fridge.

Why not come in for a bite?

I won't need you anymore tonight.

- Cheers.

- Bottoms up.

Whoops!

Me nightie's slipping.

So is your accent, Countess.

- Manchester?

- Close.

Liverpool.

It was an amusing performance...

between you and the owner of this.

What exactly did Columbo whisper to you?

That you're a spy.

To find out more about you.

And have you?

Have I ever.

When you're ready to leave,

you can take my car.

That sounds like a dismissal.

I was looking forward to breakfast.

Lisl, come back!

Get in-- Ooh!

Goodbye, Countess.

What--

- What should I do with you?

- You cannot just arrest him.

You must find a different way.

You may have to kill him.

- Does this discourage you?

- Huh?

Just tell me where he is.

I'm here, Mr. Bond

of the British Secret Service.

But I'll tell you...

it is Kristatos you want, not me.

He told you about himself.

He's the one

with the powerful connections.

Locque works for him,

not for me.

I smuggle, yes.

I smuggle gold, diamonds...

cigarettes, pistachio nuts...

but no heroin.

Sit down.

That I leave to him...

when he is not too busy

working for Russia...

against my country and yours.

My country awarded him the King's Medal.

Yes, I know.

But other people died for it.

During the fighting in Crete,

he was a double agent.

King's Medal.

I would laugh

if my heart was not so heavy...

about my poor Lisl.

What does Kristatos gain

by setting you up?

Well, I know too much about him.

He wants me out of the way.

By using a British agent

to do his dirty work for him...

your government might

give him another medal.

- Why should I believe you?

- I'll prove it to you tonight.

We'll go together to his warehouse...

in Albania, okay?

If I don't report in by morning...

not only my people, but the entire Greek

police will be down on you...

Iike a load of bricks.

Don't worry.

By tomorrow,

we'll be good friends.

Let us drink to that.

I'll wait till tomorrow.

You may need this.

I'm a good judge of men.

Mr. Bond, you have

what the Greeks call tha'ros.

Guts.

So have you, Mr. Columbo.

Cheers.

Santos' drug store.

Watch it.

J.I.M. diving equipment...

for salvage work

at depths of over 300 feet.

- Raw opium.

- An old smuggler's trick.

Kristatos knows them all.

Get your men out of here.

Now.

You left this with Ferrara,

I believe.

Had no head for heights.

Where did the St. Georges sink?

We can't be sure for certain.

We know it was in this vicinity.

Your father was

using the temple as a front.

Kristatos killed your father...

so he wouldn't find

the St. Georges before he did.

Kristatos.

How can I help?

Where does your father

keep his daily log?

Daily log.

Father and he were pals for 30 years.

He repeats everything.

- Give us a kiss.

- What's his name?

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