Goldfinger

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-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, señor.

They'll be watching it.

There's a plane leaving for Miami in an hour.

I'll be on it,

but first I have some unfinished business to attend to.

Forgive me.

Why do you always wear that thing?

I have a slight inferiority complex.

Where was I? Yes.

Shocking.

Positively shocking.

How's this?

That's nice. Very nice.

Just here?

No, a little lower, darling.

I thought I'd find you in good hands.

Felix! 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, 007, letting the opposition get that close to you.

They got a lot closer to you in Jamaica, didn't they?

But what's on your mind? I'm on holiday.

Not anymore, you're not. Signal from London.

Might have known M wouldn't book me into

the best hotel in Miami Beach out of pure 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 quite reputable.

Owns one of the finest stud farms in the States.

What's the tie-up with Washington?

He's clean, as far as CIA is concerned.

And where do I 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, I'm ready.

When you're 10 grand in the hole,

you're ready for anything.

Could I have my usual seat?

You and your suntan.

That Goldfinger's a fabulous card player.

Same stakes?

Let's double it. $5 a point.

Did you say five?

My luck's got to change sometime.

Okay.

I'll get back to the office and cable M you're on the job.

You can fill me in on the rest at dinner.

Fine, I'll call you later.

-Four. -So soon?

-How many? -Seven, 12, 18, 32, 44.

Miss?

Hey, what do you...

That's Mr. Goldfinger's suite.

Yes, I 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 I 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.

I'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.

I doubt very much 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, $10,000?

No, let's be generous. Let's make it 15,000.

May I see?

Well, I can see this is really my day.

Gin.

Over and out.

That should keep him occupied for quite some time.

I'm beginning to like you, Mr. Bond.

Call me James.

More than anyone I've met in a long time, James.

What on earth are we going to do about it?

Yes, what?

-I'll tell you at dinner. -Where?

I know the best place in town.

Station W.E.B.S. 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. -Well, now?

What's that? Dinner?

No. Look, I'm sorry. I can't.

Something big's come up.

Right...

-How about breakfast? -Okay.

-Not too early. -I'll call you around 9:00.

Yes, 9:00 will be fine.

-So long, James. -Good night, Felix.

It's lost its chill.

Why, you...

It's all right, 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 a 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 79432, room 119.

Hello?

Hello, Felix? Get over here right away.

-What's up? -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's been known to happen to cabaret dancers.

It's all right so long as you leave a small bare patch

at the base of the spine to allow the skin to breathe.

Someone obviously didn't.

And I know who.

This isn't a personal vendetta, 007.

It's an assignment, like any other

and if you can't treat it as such, coldly and objectively,

008 can replace you.

You've hardly distinguished yourself, have you?

You were supposed to observe Mr. Goldfinger, not borrow his girlfriend.

Instead of that, Goldfinger goes off to Europe,

and it's only by the grace of God, your friend Leiter,

and my intervention with the British embassy in Washington,

that you're not in the custody of the Miami Beach police.

Sir, I'm aware of my shortcomings,

but I'm prepared to continue this assignment

in the spirit you suggest,

if I knew what it was about.

Sir.

What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion.

I know it when I see it.

Meet me here at 7:00. Black tie.

Now, what do you know about gold, Moneypenny?

The only gold I 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?

You'll come around for dinner,

and I'll cook you a beautiful angel cake.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure,

but unfortunately I 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 007.

He's dining with me, and I 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, Mr. Bond,

are the official depository for gold bullion

just as Fort Knox, Kentucky, is for the United States.

We know, of course, the amounts we each hold,

we know the amounts deposited in other banks,

and we can estimate what is being held for industrial purposes.

This enables the two governments to establish, respectively,

the true value of the dollar and the pound.

Consequently, we are vitally concerned with unauthorized leakages.

I take it you mean smuggling?

Yes.

Gold, gentlemen, 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, Brunskill. That'll be all.

Thank you, sir.