007之雷霆杀机 A View to a Kill (1985)【完整台词】

- Is that it?
- No, no, those are the servants' quarters.

The stables are over here.

Let me escort you there.

- 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!

Steady now, Pegasus. Steady.

- J'arrive dans un instant.
- Dépêche-toi.

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.

- 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.

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.

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?

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?

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?

Shhh!

Are you looking for this?

Quite a letdown.

- St John Smythe?
- Sleeping like a baby.

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

small enough to fit into
the tip of a jockey's whip

or a cane.

The lights!

There's a world surplus of microchips
and Zorin is hoarding them!

- Dis donc, on va voir ce qui se passe?
- D'accord.

- I'm afraid I wasn't much help.
- Don't worry. It's all wrapped up.

Keep your guard up higher.
And retain your balance.

- Aiiii!
- Oof!

- What now?
- We'd better get back.

The tape ran out five minutes ago.

I told you not to disturb us.

It's important.
There's been intruders in the warehouse.

Put Security on full alert.

Let's see where Mr St John Smythe is.

He was the man at the Eiffel Tower.

- We must find him.
- I'll get dressed.

May Day, where have you been?
I've been waiting for you.

To take care of me personally.

I see you're a woman of very few words.

What's there to say?

- Is everything here?
- Ja, ja.

Except this.

It is in the wrong place.

Bring St John Smythe to my study
first thing in the morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I understand you wish to see me.

- You slept well?
- A little restless, but I got off eventually.

I have the Progeny Index on the computer:

A compilation of
thoroughbred bloodlines.

Might be helpful to you in selecting
your purchase this afternoon.

As I see it, you need a stallion.
For breeding.

A stallion sounds right to me.

I find a computer indispensable.

I have a stallion.
Descended from that horse there.

Misty.

We have several horses
that might interest you.

Would you be interested
primarily in stamina?

- Or speed?
- Well, a little of both would be ideal.

I think I have just the horse for you.

It's time for my morning ride.