The Man with the Golden Gun

Nick Nack, Tabasco !

Right away, Monsieur Scaramanga.

Hey.

Half.

You get the rest later.

Wait for him in there, through that door.

He will join you in a minute.

Your steam bath is ready, Monsieur Scaramanga.

Oh!

That would have been too easy.

It's locked.

You'll have to look elsewhere, monsieur.

Hey, AI . AI .

Wherever you are, don't hold it against me.

I wonder where you can find your gun , Monsieur Scaramanga.

Your little golden gun.

Where can it be?

There is something we haven't had before.

I wonder what it can be.

I fooled you.

You're getting warmer.

Much warmer.

Now, how are you going to get down the stairs?

So near and yet so far.

Bravo, Monsieur Scaramanga.

You've done it again .

This one was the best, n'est-ce pas?

Not bad . Not bad at all .

But you'll have to do better than that

if you want to come into my money.

I'll get you yet, and I'll enjoy every sou you leave me.

You'll be the death of me yet, Nick Nack.

He has a powerful weapon

He charges a million a shot

An assassin that's second to none

The man with the golden gun

Lurking in some darkened doorway

Or crouched on a rooftop somewhere

In the next room, or this very one

The man with the golden gun

Love is required whenever he's hired

It comes just before the kill

No one can catch him, no hit man can match him

For his million-dollar skill

One golden shot means another poor victim

Has come to a glittering end

For a price, he'll erase anyone

The man with the golden gun

His eye may be on you or me

Who will he bang?

We shall see

Oh, yeah!

Love is required whenever he's hired

It comes just before the kill

No one can catch him, no hit man can match him

For his million-dollar skill

One golden shot means another poor victim

Has come to a glittering end

If you want to get rid of someone

The man with the golden gun

Will get it done

He'll shoot anyone

With his golden gun

Good morning , sir.

Colthorpe.

Chief of Staff.

What do you know about a man called Scaramanga, 007?

Scaramanga?

Oh , yes. The Man with the Golden Gun .

Born in a circus. Father, the ringmaster, possibIy Cuban .

Mother, English, a snake charmer.

He was a spectacular trick shot artist by the time he was 10

and a local Rio gunman at 15.

The KGB recruited him there and trained him in Europe

where he became an overworked , underpaid assassin .

He went independent in the late '50s.

Current price, $ 1 million a hit.

No photograph on file.

But he does have one distinguishing feature, however,

a superfluous papilla.

A what?

A mammary gland .

A third nipple, sir.

He always uses a golden bullet, hence, Man with the Golden Gun .

Present domicile unknown .

I think that's all .

Why, sir?

Hmm .

Charming trinket.

Even has my number on it.

Precisely.

Obviously it's useless as a bullet.

I mean , sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?

Jealous husbands, outraged chefs, humiliated tailors.

The list is endless.

Moreover, this trinket, as you call it,

was sent with a note requesting special delivery to you .

It's initialed with an "S."

Scaramanga's fingerprints were on it.

They've been verified by the CIA.

Why would he alert me?

Psychological .

He counts on his reputation to terrify his intended victim .

Thank you , gentlemen .

I'm relieving you of your present assignment, 007.

Sir? Yes?

The energy crisis is still with us.

I respectfully submit that finding Gibson

and his solar cell data is even more important than ever.

It is indeed .

And I can't jeopardize it or any mission

by having Scaramanga pop up and put a bullet in you .

I'll endorse your request to resign .

Or you can take a sabbatical and

go to ground until this matter's settled .

Or until he kills me.

Nobody knows where he is or what he looks like.

So I think it's fair to assume that he has the edge on you .

Wouldn't you agree? That's all , 007.

If I found him first, sir,

that might change the situation .

Dramatically.

Wouldn't you say?

Good day, Bond .

Moneypenny, Fairbanks. . .

AIaska?

No, Bill Fairbanks, 002.

Oh , poor Bill .I miss him .

The Man with the Golden Gun didn't.

Officially, that was never confirmed .

Where was 002 when it happened?

Beirut, '69.

In a cabaret with a lady called Saida.

Beirut, hmm?

Moneypenny, you are better than a computer.

In all sorts of ways.

But you never take advantage of them .

Miss Moneypenny. Yes, sir.

Oh , just one moment, darling .

Yes, James?

Why wasn't Scaramanga confirmed as the killer?

Because they couldn't find the bullet,

darling .

Ahmed .

Good evening . My name is Bond .

James Bond .

Your dancing is superb.

So are you .

And you are very handsome.

Well , I don't usually intrude like this, but I . . .

I believe we had a mutual friend .

Bill Fairbanks.

Fairbanks?

Yes.

I'm told you were with him

when he was rather rudely interrupted .

BiII . What a terrible night.

I will never forget it.

Did you see who shot him?

No. I was in his arms.

My eyes were closed .

At least he died happy.

The bullet went through him .

Through his back and ended up there?

No, no, through his neck.

I take it out of the wall before the police arrive.

And now it is my lucky charm .

I never dance without it.

I'm sure Bill wouId have loved that.

But let us forget the past.

Hmm .

I was hoping you'd say that.

Are you staying long in Beirut?

It depends.

Clumsy of me.

You really do have a magnificent abdomen .

Oh , my perfumes ! No !

I've lost my charm !

Not from where I'm standing .

Taxi? Hotel , mister?

No. The nearest pharmacy.

Dumdum bullets like this flatten on impact

for maximum wounding effect.

Very nasty.

Yes. I'm sure it is.

But just tell me where it was made and by whom .

FortunateIy it's all in one piece.

20. 003 grams.

Which leads us to deduce it was fired from a 4.2 millimeter gun .

Colthorpe, there's no such thing as a 4.2 millimeter gun .

The fact that no recognized munitions manufacturer,

military or civil , produces such a bullet

doesn't mean it doesn't exist, 007.

Q Branch have been making irreguIar calibers

for most unusual purposes.

And we don't put markings or serial numbers on them .

Making identification almost impossible.

You mean to say there's no way to trace that bullet?

You have no idea what it went through to get here.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that.