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Goldfinger

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Mr. Ramirez and his friends

will be out of business.

At least he won't be using heroin

flavored bananas to finance revolutions.

Don't go back to your hotel.

They'll be watching you.

A plane leaves for 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?

Oh, yes.

Shocking.

Positively shocking.

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

He loves only gold

Only gold

- How's this?

- That's very nice.

- Here?

- Lower, darling.

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 good-bye to Felix.

Man talk.

You must be slipping, 007, letting

the opposition get that close to you.

They got closer to you in Jamaica,

didn't they? What's on your mind?

- l'm on holiday.

- Not anymore. Signal from London.

l knew M wouldn't book me into the best

hotel in Miami Beach 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 apparently reputable.

Owns one of the finest stud farms

in the States.

- What's the tie with Washington?

- He's clean as far as ClA's concerned.

Where do l find him?

Where do l find him?

That's his pigeon.

Goldfinger's been taking him

to the cleaners every day for a week.

Morning, Mr. Simmons.

Ready for our game?

Sure l'm ready. When you're 10 grand

in the hole, you're ready for anything.

- Could l have my usual seat?

- You and your suntan!

Goldfinger's a fabulous cardplayer.

- Same stakes?

- Let's double it.

Five dollars a point.

- Did you say five?

- My luck's got to change.

l'll get back to the office

and cable M you're on the job.

- Fill me in on the rest at dinner.

- l'll call you later.

- Four.

- So soon?

How many?

Seven, twelve, eighteen, thirty-two...

forty-four.

Miss?

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.

8, 9, 10.

He's holding onto the 6 of spades.

l guess he thinks you want it.

That last draw

was the 8 of hearts.

He needs kings and queens.

- Who are you?

- Bond. James Bond.

Come on.

That's better!

- 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.

- ls that all he pays you for?

- And for being seen with him.

- Just seen?

- Just seen.

l'm glad.

You're much too nice to be mixed up

in anything like this.

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 if you agree.

Nod.

Good. Now start losing, Goldfinger.

Shall we say $10,000?

Let's be generous.

Let's make it $15,000.

May l see?

l can see this is really my day.

Gin.

Over and out.

That should keep him occupied

for some time.

l'm beginning to like you,

Mr. Bond.

Oh, call me James.

More than anyone l've met

in a long time, James.

What are we going to do about it?

- Yes, what?

- l'll tell you at dinner.

Where?

l know the best place in town.

Station WEDS brings you the latest

in world news.

Washington.

At the White House this afternoon...

the President said

he was entirely satisfied--

That makes two of us.

- Hello.

- Leiter here.

Felix.

What's that? Dinner?

No, l'm sorry, l can't.

Something big's come up.

Right.

- How about breakfast?

- Not too early.

- l'll call you around 9:00.

- Yes, 9:00 would be fine.

- So long, James.

- Good night, Felix.

lt's lost its chill.

Oh, why, you!

- There's another in the fridge.

- Who needs it?

My dear girl, there are some things

that just aren't done.

Such as drinking Dom Perignon '53...

above the temperature

of 38 degrees Fahrenheit.

That's as bad as listening

to the Beatles without earmuffs.

Now, where is this passion juice?

Jill?

- Yes, Mr. Bond.

- Beach 7-9432.

Room 119.

- Hello?

- Felix? Get over here right away.

- What's up?

- The girl's dead.

- Dink?

- No, Jill Masterson.

And she's covered in paint.

Gold paint.

Gold? All over?

She died of skin suffocation. lt's been

known to happen to cabaret dancers.

lt's all right as long as you leave

a 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, 007.

lt's an assignment like any other.

But if you can't treat it as such,

coldly and objectively...

then 008 can replace you.

You've hardly distinguished yourself.

You were supposed to observe Goldfinger,

not borrow his girlfriend.

lnstead, Goldfinger goes to Europe.

And only by the grace of God...

your friend Leiter and my intervention

with the British Embassy...

that you're not in the custody

of the Miami Beach police.

l'm 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. Bouillon.

l know it when l see it.

Meet me here at 7:00.

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 must look into that.

What about tonight?

You come for dinner...

and l'll cook you

a beautiful angel cake.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure,

but l do have a business appointment.

That's the flimsiest excuse

you've ever given me.

Well, some girls have all the luck.

- Who is she, James?

- She is me, Miss Moneypenny.

And kindly omit the customary byplay

with 007. He's dining with me.

l don't want him to be late.

So there's hope for me yet.

Moneypenny,

won't you ever believe me?

We at the Bank of England are the

official depository for gold bouillon...

just as Fort Knox, Kentucky

is for the United States.

We know the amounts we each hold and

the amounts deposited in other banks.

And we can estimate what is being held

for industrial purposes.

This enables the two governments

to establish...

the true value of the dollar

and the pound.

Consequently, we are vitally concerned

with unauthorized leakages.

l take it you mean smuggling.

Yes.

Gold, which can be melted down

and recast, is virtually untraceable...

which makes it, unlike diamonds,

ideal for smuggling...

attracting the biggest

and most ingenious criminals.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Thank you, sir.

Have a little more

of this rather disappointing brandy.

What's wrong with it?

l'd say it was a 30-year-old fine,

indifferently blended...

with an overdose of bon bois.

Colonel Smithers

is giving the lecture, 007.

Mr. Goldfinger has gold bouillon

on deposit...

in Zurich, Amsterdam, Caracas

and Hong Kong worth 20 million pounds.

- Most of it came from this country.

- Why move it?

Because the price of gold varies

from country to country.

lf you buy it here at $30 an ounce,

you can sell it in Pakistan for $110...

and triple your money.

- lf you have facilities for melting it.

- Has he?

Apart from being a legitimate

bouillon dealer, Mr. Goldfinger posses--

No, that's not fair.

ls, among his other interests,

a legitimate international jeweler.

He's legally entitled to operate

modest metallurgical installations.

His British one is down in Kent.

We've tried but failed to discover

how he transfers his gold overseas.

lf your department can establish

that it is done illegally...

then the bank can begin proceedings

to recover the bulk of his holdings.

lt'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 agree.

This is the only one we have,

from the bottom of Lake Toplitz.

There are undoubtedly others.

Mr. Bond can make whatever use of it

he thinks fit...

providing he returns it,

of course.

lt's worth 5,000 pounds.

You'll draw it from Q branch

with the rest of your equipment.

Of course.

- Good morning, Q.

- Good morning, 007.

This way, please.

My, we are busy this morning.

lt's not perfected yet.

lt's not perfected yet.

- Where's my Bentley?

- lt's had its day, l'm afraid.

- lt's never let me down.

- M's orders.

You'll be using this Astin Martin DB-5

with modifications.

Pay attention, please.

Windscreen: bulletproof...

as are the side and rear windows.

Revolving number plates, naturally.

Valid all countries.

Here's a nice 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. lt's to be concealed

in the car you're trailing...

while you keep out of sight.

Reception on the dashboard here.

Audiovisual, range 150 miles.

lngenious and useful, too.

Allow a man to stop off

for a quick one en route.

lt's not been perfected out of years

of patient research and time...

for that purpose, 007.

lncidentally,

we'd appreciate its return...

along with all your other equipment...

in tact for once,

when you return from the field.

You'd be surprised at the amount of

wear and tear 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

interesting modifications.

You see this arm?

Open the top and inside are

your defense mechanism controls.

Smoke screen, oil slick,

rear bulletproof screen...

and left and right

front wing machine guns.

This one l'm particularly keen about.

See the gear lever here?

lf you take the top off,

you'll find a little red button.

- Whatever you do, don't touch it.

- 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.

- Ready?

- Yes, sir.

There's an old member dropped by,

same handicap as yours.

- Would you rather play with him?

- Where is he?

- Yes?

- This is Mr. Goldfinger.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- You can begin. The first tee is clear.

- Fine.

- l'll get Hawker to carry for you.

- That'll be splendid.

Shall we make it a shilling a hole?

You must excuse Oddjob, Mr. Bond.

He's an admirable manservant.

He's mute,

and not a very good caddy.

Golf is not yet the national game

of Korea, eh?

This meeting is not a coincidence, eh?

What's your game, Mr. Bond?

My game?

You didn't come here to play golf.

A 1940's smelt from Essen.

- Part of a smelt of 600.

- They vanished in 1944.

- When the Nazis were on the run.

- You have access to more?

- Yes, from the same source.

- lnteresting.

- Two holes to go.

- Yes, and all square.

- No objection to increasing the stakes?

- No. What'd you have in mind?

The bar of gold you have with you,

naturally.

- lt's worth 5,000 pounds.

- l'll stake the cash equivalent.

Naturally.

Strict rules of golf?

Of course.

Bad luck. You're in the rough.

What a pity.

Here it is.

No, it's not.

He's plays a Slazenger 1.

Strict rules of golf.

Five minutes are almost up.

The lost ball will cost you stroke

and distance.

l'm still training him as a caddy.

Successfully, too.

Slazenger 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?

- Yes, Slazenger 7.

Let's have fun with Goldfinger.

- Like me to mark it or knock it in?

- Play it.

- This for a half?

- That's right.

One to go.

That'll be the clincher.

Did you switch 'em, sir?

- Then we've got him.

- lf he doesn't notice the switch.

- lt's your honor, sir.

- lt's all right.

Down in five.

l have to sink this

to halve the game, right?

You win.

l'm too good for you.

Don't you play Slazenger 1?

Yes, why?

This is a Slazenger 7.

Here's my Penfold Heart.

You must've played the wrong ball

somewhere on the 18th fairway.

We're playing strict rules, so l'm

afraid you lose the hole and the match.

She's a beauty.

Phantom lll-37, isn't she?

She's a beauty.

Phantom lll-37, isn't she?

- You are a clever, resourceful man.

- Thank you.

Perhaps too clever.

Twice our paths have crossed.

Let's leave it at that. Our

first meeting should've convinced you.

l see. You're worried about me

not giving you a return game.

Both of us know perfectly well

what we are talking about.

But l see it is necessary to remind you.

Oddjob!

But l see it is necessary to remind you.

Oddjob!

Many people have tried to involve

themselves in my affairs unsuccessfully.

Remarkable. But what does

the club secretary have to say?

Nothing, Mr. Bond.

l own the club.

l assume you want a check

made out to cash.

That would be satisfactory.

Good-bye, Mr. Bond.

l believe this is yours.

May l have your attention, please.

British United Airfarers

announce the final call...

for the departure

of their 400 flight to Geneva.

l've got you booked on the next flight

to Geneva leaving in half an hour.

- Thank you.

- Right.

Discipline, 007.

Discipline.

Are you all right?

Here, let me help you.

- You're lucky to be alive.

- No thanks to you.

You should've pulled over further.

- Look at them!

- A double blowout.

l've never seen this before.

How could new tires--

A defect, most likely.

l'm glad it's only the car and not you.

You don't look the sort to be ditched.

Never mind that.

Please take me to the nearest garage.

Certainly.

My name is Bond.

As quickly as possible.

- l'll take that.

- Yes, of course.

What's your name?

Soames. Tilly Soames.

Here for the hunting season?

l had a case just like that one.

lt's for my ice skates.

Lovely sport.

- Where do you skate?

- Saint Moritz.

l didn't know there was ice there

this time of year.

There's a garage.

lt'll take 24 hours to get new tires.

There's a hotel nearby.

- l'll run you down.

- That won't be necessary.

l hate to leave you here alone.

- l can take care of myself.

- Yes, l'm sure you can.

Well, don't forget to write.

Smuggling is an art.

And art requires--

ln this case, the bodywork

of my Rolls Royce is 18 karat gold.

We dismantle it here.

We reduce the gold

in this special furnace to ingots...

which, in turn, will weigh

approximately two tons in bouillon.

l make six trips a year

to the continent in the Rolls Royce.

lt would be wiser to suspend

your other activities.

Assure your principals

Operation Grand Slam...

will have my undivided attention.

Let me go!

You're breaking my back!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- l want to kill him.

- Kill who?

- Goldfinger.

- l want him alive.

- l want him dead! He killed my sister.

T.M. Tilly Masterson.

l knew your sister Jill

and what he did to her in Miami.

No, you don't!

Let me go!

lf you wanted to kill him,

why did you shoot at me?

- l didn't. l was shooting at him.

- You're a lousy shot.

But somebody else around here isn't.

Come on.

Quick, get in the car.

l'll take care of him.

Run for that bracken when l tell you.

Now!

Good evening, 007.

My name is James Bond.

And members of your curious profession

are few in number.

You have been recognized...

by one of your opposite numbers,

who is also licensed to kill.

That interesting car of yours!

l, too, have a new toy

but considerably more practical.

You are looking at

an industrial laser...

which emits an extraordinary light

not to be found in nature.

lt can project a spot on the moon.

Or at closer range, cut through

solid metal. l will show you.

This is gold, Mr. Bond.

All my life l've been in love

with its color...

its brilliance,

its divine heaviness.

l welcome any enterprise

that will increase my stock...

which is considerable.

You've made your point.

Thank you for the demonstration.

Choose your next witticism carefully.

lt may be your last.

The purpose of our two

previous encounters is now clear to me.

l do not intend to be distracted

by another. Good night, Mr. Bond.

- Do you expect me to talk?

- No, l expect you to die.

There is nothing you can talk to me

about that l don't already know.

You're forgetting one thing.

lf l fail to report,

008 replaces me.

l trust he will be more successful.

He knows what l know.

You know nothing, Mr. Bond.

Operation Grand Slam, for instance.

Two words you may have overheard...

which cannot have any significance

to you or anyone in your organization.

Can you afford to take that chance?

You are right, Mr. Bond.

You are worth more to me alive.

Who are you?

My name is p*s*y Galore.

l'm dreaming.

- l thought l'd wake up dead.

- Tranquilizer gun. Knockout shot.

l see.

l'm delighted to be here.

And by the way,

where is here?

35,000 feet flying southwest

over Newfoundland.

That explains the humming.

You're in Mr. Goldfinger's

Lockheed jet heading for Baltimore.

- You're his guest.

- l'm honored.

l never realized he enjoyed my company

that much.

lt won't be all fun and games.

Mei-Lei.

Can l do something for you, Mr. Bond?

Just a drink.

A martini, shaken...

not stirred.

- Won't you join me?

- Not on duty.

l'm Mr. Goldfinger's personal pilot.

You are?

And how personal is that?

l'm a damn good pilot.

Period.

That's good news.

- Where is our host?

- He flew ahead.

Thank you.

Here's to Operation Grand Slam.

This should be a memorable flight.

You can turn off the charm.

l'm immune.

We land in Baltimore...

our port of entry

into the United States in 55 minutes.

Mei-Lei..

l would like to arrive

more appropriately dressed.

Did any of my luggage

survive with me?

And my attach case?

Black attach case damaged

when examined. So sorry.

Apology is quite unnecessary.

Sydney, tell Mei-Lei

to keep an eye on him.

We'll be landing in 20 minutes.

Want to play it easy or the hard way?

And this isn't a tranquilizer.

You know a lot more about planes

than guns.

That's a Smith and Wesson .45.

lf you fired this close, the bullet

would go through me and the fuselage...

like a blowtorch through butter.

The cabin will depressurize, and we'll

be sucked into outer space together.

lf that's how you want to enter

the United States, you're welcome.

l prefer the easier way.

That's very sensible.

There's always so much

going on around Mr. Goldfinger.

l wouldn't dream of not accepting

his hospitality.

He'll be very glad to see you, too.

You like close shaves, don't you?

Washington, sir,

on the green scrambler.

- M here.

- Leiter, sir.

lt's about 007, sir.

We picked up his homer signal.

lt's monitored into Baltimore

where he's just landed.

Baltimore? Nice of him to let us know.

Last we heard he was in Switzerland.

He came in on a private jet registered

to our old friend, Auric Goldfinger.

l'm glad he's making progress.

Keep an eye on him, please.

Their flight plan gives Kentucky

as their final destination.

Don't charge in on him

and spoil anything.

He's evidently well on top

at the moment.

- Mr. Bond, please.

- Of course.

Anytime.

Thank you.

Do mind your step, Captain.

Just keep playing it easy.

Will you see everything's arranged

with Mr. Goldfinger?

Of course.

Talented chaps.

They should be.

l trained them.

Come on.

You're a woman of many parts.

l believe the bourbon and branch water

is splendid here in Kentucky.

Now that we're both off duty,

perhaps--

Manners, Oddjob. l thought

you always took your hat off to a lady.

- He kills little girls like you.

- Little boys, too.

- Dress rehearsal went well, skipper.

- Good.

You'll get your final briefing tonight.

That'll be all for now.

Welcome to Auric Stud, Mr. Bond.

- Lovely animal, isn't she?

- Certainly better bred than the owner.

Show Mr. Bond to his quarters, please.

Felix.

- Maybe we should drop in on him.

- He'll shout if he needs us.

They're all here, Mr. Goldfinger.

Oh, yes, yes!

Thank you, Kisch.

Solo's gonna wear a hole

in his shoes.

Gentlemen.

Why were we told New York

and the West Coast were in on this?

- Look who's talkin'.

- l do not do business with Chicago.

l thought we had a private

business deal to settle.

Now l find l'm attending

a hoods' convention!

- l made a delivery. Where is my money?

- l made a delivery, too.

You all made the deliveries

we contracted for.

You owe me $1 million.

l owe each of you a million

in gold bullion.

So pay!

Gentlemen, you can have

the million today...

or ten million tomorrow!

$10 million?

As soon as my bank opens

in the morning.

Banks don't open on Sunday.

My bank will.

What's with that trick pool table?

- Cover him!

- Cover those doors.

Turn those lights back on!

What are you trying to pull, Goldfinger?

There is no cause for alarm, gentlemen.

l don't like being cooped up.

What's that map doing there?

This is my bank,

the Gold Depository at Fort Knox.

ln its vaults are $15 billion...

the entire gold supply

of the United States.

Knock off Fort Knox?

Got a key?

Of a kind.

- There are 35,000 troops stationed.

- 41,000.

Who's gonna say ''boo'' to them?

- Hey, what's going on?

- What is this?

Man has climbed Mount Everest...

gone to the bottom of the ocean...

fired rockets to the moon,

split the atom...

achieved miracles...

in every field of human endeavor

except crime!

The underworld will rock with applause

for centuries.

- Cut the commercial.

- Get to the point.

You're wasting my time.

The depository's impregnable.

The joint is bombproof, electrified,

lousy with--

Bear with me, please!

Fort Knox is a bank like any other.

Larger, better protected perhaps,

but nonetheless, a bank.

lt can be,

l think the expression is...

blown!

My plan is foolproof.

l call it...

Operation Grand Slam.

l have devoted 15 years

of my life to it.

Every detail has been

scrupulously prepared.

Every eventuality

has been considered.

We'll operate

on a split-second schedule.

Your organization, Mr. Midnight,

brought a consignment...

of these canisters

across the Canadian border.

They contain Delta Nine.

- What's that?

- An invisible nerve gas.

lt disperses 15 minutes

after inducing...

complete unconsciousness

for 24 hours.

Tomorrow at dawn...

the Flying Circus of my personal pilot,

Miss p*s*y Galore...

will spray it

into the atmosphere.

Once everyone has been immobilized...

my task force which, Mr. Strap

and his people smuggled from Mexico...

will approach Fort Knox...

in motorized equipment

along Bullion Boulevard...

which runs past the depository...

and intersects with Gold Vault Road.

This fence

surrounding the depository...

as Mr. Strap reminded us,

is electrified.

lt will be dynamited.

My task force will move then to

the main entrance and demolish it.

How, may l ask?

You made that possible, Mr. Solo.

Your influence in shipping circles

brought through customs uninspected...

a consignment labeled

''Machine parts.''

All that will remain

is to descend into the vaults...

where the bullion is stored.

l've heard enough. lf you have

no objection, l'll take my money now.

What's the matter, Solo?

Too big for you to handle?

Gentlemen.

We must respect Mr. Solo's decision.

Excuse me while l take care of him.

Make yourselves comfortable.

p*s*y! Who taught you judo?

The gun you took.

Oh, the gun.

The gun, of course.

We must have a few fast falls

together sometime.

Strap, if he's got the right answers...

we don't have to be there;

the boys can handle everything.

- They closed up the fire pit.

- l don't like this.

What's going on?

The gas!

Such a pity you did not choose to remain

with the others, Mr. Solo.

Mr. Bond, l thought you were resting

in your quarters.

They are delightful,

but it's too nice to stay indoors.

l ran into Miss Galore

and she suggested we join you.

Mr. Solo, Mr. Bond.

Another of my distinguished guests.

Leaving us so soon, Mr. Solo?

Unfortunately,

he has a pressing engagement.

l'd like to get started, Goldfinger.

Boy.

When you gotta go,

you gotta go.

My plane will get you

to New York on time...

with your excess luggage.

Allow me.

My chauffeur is an excellent driver.

You will be at the airport soon.

Good-bye, Mr. Solo.

Some other time, perhaps.

Happy landings, ol' boy.

l found him under the model.

Operation Grand Slam.

l did enjoy your briefing.

So did l.

He's on the move!

Slow down. Don't crowd him.

Are you blind?

You missed the turn.

They've turned to the right.

Where's your old pal headed?

Ten will get you one,

it's a drink or a dame.

Dead.

- Mechanical failure, maybe.

- Unless he switched it off.

Why would he do that?

- Drive to the farm. lt's all we can do.

- Right.

Thank you.

Your share of Operation Grand Slam

will make you a very rich woman.

Why else would l be in it?

You'll retire to England,

l suppose?

No. l've spotted an island

in the Bahamas.

l'll hang up a sign,

''No trespassing''...

and go back to nature.

- Yes, Kisch?

- Two men in a car with binoculars.

Touts looking for racing tips.

There's another possibility, however.

Kisch, ask Mr. Bond to join us.

We were right to spare Mr. Bond's life

in Switzerland if those are his friends.

Let's convince them

he needs no assistance.

For their benefit, p*s*y,

let's make him as happy as possible.

l suggest you change

into something more suitable.

Certainly.

Business before pleasure.

He wants you.

Mr. Bond, sit down, please.

Mint julep?

Traditional, but satisfying.

Yes, thanks.

Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.

You disappoint me, Goldfinger.

You know Operation Grand Slam

simply won't work.

lncidentally,

Delta Nine nerve gas is fatal.

You are unusually well-informed,

Mr. Bond.

You'll kill 60,000 people uselessly.

American motorists kill that many

every two years.

Yes. Well, l've worked out

a few statistics of my own.

$15 billion in gold bullion

weighs 10,500 tons.

Sixty men would take 12 days...

to load it onto 200 trucks.

At the most,

you'll have two hours...

before the military moves in

and makes you put it back.

Who mentioned anything

about removing it?

The julep tart enough?

You plan to break into

the world's largest bank...

but not to steal anything.

Why?

Go on, Mr. Bond.

Mr. Ling, the Red Chinese agent

at the factory...

is a specialist in nuclear fission.

But of course!

His government's given you a bomb.

l prefer to call it an atomic device.

lt's small, but particularly dirty.

- Cobalt and iodine?

- Precisely.

lf you explode it in Fort Knox...

the entire gold supply

of the United States...

will be radioactive

for 57 years.

Fifty-eight to be exact.

l apologize.

lt's an inspired deal.

They get what they want:

economic chaos in the West.

And the value of your gold

increases many times.

l conservatively estimate

ten times.

Brilliant.

But the atomic device,

as you call it...

is already, obviously,

in this country.

Obviously.

But bringing it to Fort Knox undetected

could be very risky.

On the contrary,

the risk is all on your side.

lf the authorities try locating it,

who knows where it might be exploded.

Perhaps the Polaris submarine pens

at New London.

Cape Kennedy?

Near the White House?

But we are speculating idly.

Operation Grand Slam

will be successful.

You will be there to see for yourself.

Too closely for comfort, l'm afraid.

Forgive me.

l must arrange to separate my gold

from the late Mr. Solo.

As you said,

he had a pressing engagement.

Very chic, Miss Galore!

Don't you agree?

Please entertain Mr. Bond for me, p*s*y.

l'll join you both later.

Well, how about it, handsome?

Don't you think it's time

we got to know each other socially?

The new Miss Galore! Where do you hide

your gold knuckles in this outfit?

l never carry weapons

after business hours.

Yeah? So you're off duty.

- l'm completely defenseless.

- So am l.

That's my James.

- Beautiful place Goldfinger has here.

- Yes. l'm glad you're enjoying it.

Too bad it all has to end

tomorrow morning.

He's quite mad, you know.

Well, what do we have here?

007 seems to have the situation

well in hand.

Come on. l'm bushed.

Let's get back to the motel.

- You're quite a girl.

- l'm strictly the outdoor type.

l'd like to think

you're not in all of this caper.

Skip it. l'm not interested.

Let's go.

What would it take

for you to see things my way?

- A lot more than you've got.

- How do you know?

l don't want to know.

lsn't it customary to grant

the condemned man his last request?

You've asked for this.

Get up.

Certainly.

Now let's both play.

p*s*y Galore to Champagne Leader.

Commence Rock-A-Bye Baby. Good luck.

Speed: 220.

Wind check: westerly.

Champagne Leader to Champagne Section.

Commence dive now!

Ready for Rock-A-Bye Baby.

Commence spray on countdown.

Five.

Four. Three.

Two. Zero.

Champagne Leader to Grand Slam Leader.

The baby is asleep.

l repeat. The baby is asleep.

We're going home now.

Out.

Good morning, Mr. Bond. For once,

you are exactly where l want you.

- The bomb's here.

- Let's get moving, Brigadier.

- Right. Move in.

- Move in, commando tactics.

Minimum offensive fire until

l signal bomb has been neutralized.

Minimum offensive fire until

l signal bomb has been neutralized.

Bomb disposal unit

to accompany ''DOG.''

Good-bye.

Mr. Ling, it is merely

a matter of timing.

He's one of 'em, so is the girl!

l'll get her. You get the door open.

We're trapped.

The bomb. l'll take the fuse out.

Don't be a fool!

You can be a hero, l'm not.

Come on. Get going. Hurry up!

What kept you?

You okay, James?

Where's your butler friend?

He blew a fuse.

Three more ticks and Mr. Goldfinger

would have hit the jackpot.

- Did you get him?

- Not yet, but he won't get far.

- And p*s*y?

- She helped us switch the canister gas.

What made her call Washington?

l must have appealed

to her maternal instincts.

James, get aboard.

You can't keep the President waiting.

James, get aboard.

You can't keep the President waiting.

Special plane.

Lunch at the White House. How come?

The President wants

to thank you personally.

- lt was nothing, really.

- l know that, but he doesn't.

l suppose l'll be able

to get a drink here.

l told the stewardess

liquor for three.

- Who are the other two?

- There are no other two.

- Good-bye, Felix.

- So long, James. Good luck.

- Thank you, Brigadier.

- Good luck.

l am glad to have you aboard.

Congratulations on your promotion...

Goldfinger.

- Lunching at the White House, too?

- ln two hours, l shall be in Cuba.

And you have interfered with my plans

for the last time.

lt's dangerous to fire guns in planes.

l even had to warn p*s*y about it.

- By the way, where is she?

- l will deal with her later.

She is where she ought to be,

at the controls.

- What happened? Where's Goldfinger?

- Playing his golden harp.

lt's no good.

No, you don't!

This is no time to be rescued.

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