- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Mr Romales and his friends will be out of business.
He won't be using heroin-flavoured bananas to finance revolutions.
Don't go back to your hotel, señor. They'll be watching you.
- There's a plane to Miami in an hour. - l'll be on it, but
first l have some unfinished business to attend to.
Forgive me.
Why do you always wear that thing?
l have a slight inferiority complex.
Where was l?
Shocking!
Positively shocking.
Goldfinger
He's the man
The man with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you
To enter his web of sin
But don't go in
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
for a golden girl
Knows when he's kissed her
lt's the kiss of death
from Mr Goldfinger
Pretty girl
Beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
for a golden girl
Knows when he's kissed her
lt's the kiss of death
from Mr Goldfinger
Pretty girl
Beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold
One, two, three!
Who's over there?
- How's this? - It's nice... Very nice.
- Just here? - No, a little lower.
l thought l'd find you in good hands.
Felix! How are you?
- Dink, meet Felix Leiter. - Hello!
- Felix, say hello to Dink. - Hi, Dink.
Dink, say goodbye to Felix.
Man talk.
You must be slipping, O07, letting the opposition get that close to you.
They got a lot closer to you in Jamaica.
What's on your mind? l'm on holiday.
Not any more, you're not. Signal from London.
l knew M wouldn't book me into the best hotel here out of gratitude.
He asked us to keep an eye on him for you.
Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish!
He's British. But he doesn't sound like it.
Big operator, worldwide interests. All seem reputable.
Owns one of the finest US stud farms.
- What's the tie-up with Washington? - He's clean.
And where do l find him?
That's his pigeon waiting for him now.
Goldfinger's been taking him to the cleaners every day for a week.
Morning, Mr Simmons! Ready for our little game?
Sure. When you're ten grand in the hole, you're ready for anything.
- Could l have my usual seat? - You and your suntan!
Goldfinger's a fabulous card player.
- Same stakes? - Let's double it.
Five dollars a point.
- Did you say five? - My luck's gotta change some time.
OK.
l'll get back and cable M you're on the job.
- Fill me in on the rest at dinner. - Fine. l'll call you later.
- Four. - So soon?
How many?
7, 12, 18, 32,
44.
Miss?
Hey, what are you...?
That's Mr Goldfinger's suite!
Yes, l know.
You're very sweet.
He just drew the king of clubs. That makes his count 59.
He's got a diamond run: eight, nine, ten.
He's holding on to the six of spades, so l guess he thinks you want it.
That last draw was the eight of hearts.
He needs kings and queens.
- Who are you? - Bond. James Bond.
Come on, come on!
That's more like it!
- What's your name? - Jill.
- Jill who? - Jill Masterson.
- Tell me, Jill. Why does he do it? - He likes to win.
- Why do you do it? - He pays me.
- Is that all he pays you for? - And for being seen with him.
Just seen?
Just seen.
l'm so glad.
You're much too nice to be mixed up in anything like this, you know.
Now hear this, Goldfinger. Your luck has just changed.
l doubt if the Miami Beach police would take kindly to what you're doing.
Nod your head if you agree.
Nod.
Good! Now start losing, Goldfinger.
Shall we say $10,OOO?
No, let's be generous.
Let's make it $1 5,OOO.
May l see?
Hell, l can see this is really my day!
Gin!
Over and out.
That should keep him occupied for quite some time.
l'm beginning to like you, Mr Bond.
Call me James.
More than anyone l've met in a long time... James.
What on earth are we going to do about it?
- Yes. What? - l'll tell you at dinner.
Where?
Well, l know the best place in town.
Station WEDS brings you the latest in world news.
Washington. At the White House today,
the President said he was entirely satisfied...
That makes two of us.
- Hello. - Leiter here.
- Felix! - Well, now?
What's that? Dinner?
No, look, l'm sorry.
l can't. Something big's come up.
How about breakfast?
- OK. - Not too early.
- l'll call you around nine. - Yes, nine o'clock will be fine.
- So long, James. - Good night, Felix.
lt's lost its chill!
- Why, you! - There's another in the fridge.
- Who needs it? - My dear, some things just aren't done.
Such as drinking Dom Pérignon '53
above a temperature of 380 Fahrenheit.
That's as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmu_s.
Now... where is this passion juice?
Jill?
Yes, Mr Bond?
Beach 79432. Room 1 19.
- Hello? - Hello, Felix.
Get over here right away.
- What's happened? - The girl's dead.
- Dink? - No, Masterson. Jill Masterson.
And she's covered in paint. Gold paint.
Gold?
All over?
She died of skin suffocation. It can happen to cabaret dancers.
You should leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine
to allow the skin to breathe.
- Someone obviously didn't. - And l know who.
This isn't a personal vendetta, O07.
lt's an assignment like any other.
And if you can't treat it as such, coldly and objectively,
O08 can replace you.
You've hardly distinguished yourself.
You were to observe Mr Goldfinger. Not borrow his girlfriend.
lnstead, Goldfinger goes to Europe and it's only thanks to Leiter
and my diplomatic intervention
that you're not being held by the Miami Beach police!
Sir, l am aware of my shortcomings.
But l'm prepared to continue this assignment in the spirit you suggest
if l knew what it was about,
sir.
What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion.
l know it when l see it.
Meet me here at seven.
Black tie.
What do you know about gold, Moneypenny?
The only gold l know about is the kind you wear.
You know, on the third finger of your left hand.
One of these days we really must look into that.
What about tonight? tome round for dinner
and l'll cook you a beautiful angel cake.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure
but unfortunately l do have a... business appointment.
That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me!
Some girls have all the luck!
- Who is she, James? - She is me, Miss Moneypenny,
and kindly omit the customary by-play with O07. He's dining with me
and l don't want him to be late.
So there's hope for me yet?
Moneypenny...
Won't you ever believe me?
We here at the Bank of England
are the official depository for gold bullion.
Just as Fort Knox, Kentucky, is for the United States.
We know the amounts we each hold and the amounts deposited in other banks.
We can estimate what is being held for industrial purposes.
Thus, both governments can establish
the true value of the dollar and the pound.
Consequently, we are concerned with unauthorised leakages.
l take it you mean smuggling.
Yes.
Gold, gentlemen, which can be melted down and recast, is all but untraceable,
which makes it, unlike diamonds, ideal for smuggling,
attracting the biggest and most ingenious criminals.
- Thank you, Brunskill. That'll be all. - Thank you, sir.
Have a little more of this... rather disappointing brandy.
- What's the matter with it? - l'd say it was a 30-year-old fine,
indifferently blended, sir.
With an overdose of Bons Bois.
Colonel Smithers is giving the lecture, O07.
Gentlemen, Mr Goldfinger has gold bullion on deposit
in Zurich, Amsterdam, Caracas and Hong Kong - worth _20 million.
- Most of it came from this country. - Why move it?
The price of gold varies from country to country.
lf you buy it here at $30 an ounce, you can sell it in, say, Pakistan at $11O
and triple your money.
- If you have facilities for melting it down. - And has he?
Apart from being a legitimate bullion dealer, Mr Goldfinger poses...
No, that's not quite fair.
ls, among his many other interests, a legitimate international jeweller.
He's legally entitled to operate modest metallurgical installations.
His British one is down in Kent.
We've failed to discover how he transfers his gold overseas.
And Lord knows we've tried.
lf your department can establish that it is done illegally,
the bank can take action to recover most of his holdings.
l think it's time Mr Goldfinger and l met.
Socially, of course.
l was hoping you'd say that.
lt might lead to a business talk... Mr Goldfinger's kind of business.
- l'll need some sort of bait. - l quite agree.
This is the only one we have from the Nazi hoard in Lake Toplitz.
But there are undoubtedly others.
Mr Bond can make whatever use of it he thinks fit.
Providing he returns it, of course.
lt's worth _5,OOO.
You'll draw it from Q branch with your equipment in the morning.
Of course, sir.
- Morning, Q. - Morning, O07.
This way, please.
My, we are busy this morning!
lt's not perfected yet.
- Where's my Bentley? - It's had its day, l'm afraid.
- But it's never let me down. - M's orders, O07.
You'll be using this Aston Martin DB5 with modifications.
Now, pay attention, please.
Windscreen - bulletproof. As are the side and the rear windows.
Revolving number plates, naturally.
Valid all countries.
Here's a nice little transmitting device, called a homer.
You prime it by pressing that back like this. You see?
The smaller model is now standard field issue,
to be fitted into the heel of your shoe.
lts larger brother is magnetic.
Right. It'll be concealed in the car you're trailing while you keep out of sight.
Reception
on the dashboard here.
Audiovisual, range 1 50 miles.
lngenious, and useful too.
Allow a man to stop off for a quick one en route.
lt has not been perfected out of years of patient research
entirely for that purpose, O07.
And incidentally we'd appreciate its return, along with your other equipment.
lntact, for once, when you return from the field.
You'd be surprised at the wear and tear that goes on out there in the field.
- Anything else? - l won't keep you for more than an hour
if you give me your undivided attention.
We've installed some interesting modifications.
You see this arm here?
Now, open the top and inside are your defence mechanism controls.
Smoke screen. Oil slick.
Rear bulletproof screen.
And left and right front-wing machine guns.
Now, this one l'm particularly keen about. You see the gear lever here?
Now, if you take the top off,
you'll find a little red button.
- Whatever you do, don't touch it. - And why not?
Because you'll release this section of the roof
and engage and fire the passenger ejector seat.
Ejector seat? You're joking!
l never joke about my work, O07.
- Ready, Blacking? - Yes, sir.
An old member has dropped by, sir. Same handicap as yours.
- l wondered if you'd rather play with him. - Where is he?
- Mr Bond. - Yes?
This is Mr Goldfinger.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
- You can leave now. The first tee is clear. - Fine.
- Hawker will caddy for you, Mr Bond. - That'll be splendid.
Shall we make it a shilling a hole?
- l'll take some tees. - Yes, of course.
You must excuse Oddjob, Mr Bond.
He's an admirable manservant
but mute. He's not a very good caddy.
Golf is not yet the national game of Korea.
This meeting is not a coincidence.
What's your game, Mr Bond?
- My game? - You didn't come here to play golf.
A 1940 smelt from the Weigenhaler foundry at Essen.
- Part of a smelt of 600. - They vanished in 1944.
When the Nazis were on the run.
- Do you have access to more? - Yes, from the same source.
lnteresting.
- Two holes to go. - Yes, and all square.
Then you have no objection to increasing the stakes?
- No. What do you have in mind? - The bar of gold you have, naturally.
- It's worth _5,OOO. - Oh, l'll stake the cash equivalent!
Naturally.
Strict rules of golf?
But of course.
Bad luck, you're in the rough.
What a pity. Here it is.
No, it's not. He plays a Slazenger 1 .
Strict rules of golf, Goldfinger. Five minutes are almost up.
A lost ball will cost you stroke and distance.
l'm still training him as a caddy.
Successfully, too.
Slazenger No.1 .
Good.
lf that's his original ball, l'm Arnold Palmer.
lt isn't.
- How do you know? - l'm standing on it.
Why, you crafty old...!
Leave it.
- The ball you found, sir? - Yes, Slazenger 7.
Let's have a little fun with Mr Goldfinger.
Like me to mark it or knock it in?
Play it.
- This for a half. - That's right.