For Your Eyes Only

- Kristatos, Aris Kristatos.
- Bond, James Bond.

- Would you join me in some gluhwein?
- A very good idea. Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, how can I help you?
We'd Iike some information.
My protegee.
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.

Here are some new admirers for you.
Mr Bond, Mr Ferrara - Bibi Dahl.

And her coach, Jacoba Brink,
a world-class skater herself.

I've seen Miss Brink skate.
The world will soon see a lot of
your skating too, Miss Dahl.

Only if she works harder. Much harder.
- Uncle Ari, can't I stop now? I'm pooped!
- That's for Miss Brink to decide.

Come, Bibi. Another half-hour.
- Will you take me to the biathlon?
- You know I have to work this afternoon.

Bibi wants to know if you
would escort her, Mr Bond?

- I don't...
- I would feel better if you would.

I'd be delighted.
I'm staying at the Miramonte.

Now, how can I help you?
- Do you know this man?
- Yes. Locque. Columbo's right hand.

Milos Columbo. Involved in
a smuggling operation Iast year.

That's the Ieast of his offences.
Drugs, white slavery, contract murder.

In the Greek underworld, he is
known as "The Dove". A very sick joke.

- Where is this "Dove"?
- Somewhere in Greece.