007之金手指 Goldfinger (1964)【完整台词】

Yes, Mr Bond?

Beach 77432, 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?

Oh, 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.

Well, what about tonight?

You'll come around for dinner,

and I'll cook you a
beautiful angel cake.

Well, nothing would give
me greater pleasure,

but unfortunately I do have
a business appointment.

That's the flimsiest excuse
you've ever given me.

Ah, well, 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 unauthorised 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.

Have a little more of this
rather disappointing brandy.

What's the matter with it?

I'd say it was a 30-year-old Fine

indifferently blended, sir...

With an overdose of Bons Bois.

Colonel Smithers is
giving the lecture, 007.

Gentlemen, Mr Goldfinger has
gold bullion 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.

If you buy it here
at $30 an ounce,

you can sell it in,
say, Pakistan at $110

and triple your money.

Providing, of course, you have the
facilities for melting it down.

And has he?

Apart from being a
legitimate bullion dealer,

Mr Goldfinger poses...

No, that's not quite fair.

Is, 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.

As yet, we have failed to discover

how he transfers
his gold overseas.

And Lord knows we've tried.

If your department can establish
that it is done illegally,

then the bank could
institute proceedings

to recover the bulk
of his holdings.

I think it's time Mr
Goldfinger and I met.

Socially, of course.

I was hoping you'd say that.

It might lead to a business talk,

Mr Goldfinger's kind of business.

I'll need some sort of bait.

I quite agree. This is
the only one we have

from the Nazi hoard at the
bottom of Lake Toplitz

in the Salzkammergut.

But there are undoubtedly others.

Mr Bond can make whatever
use of it he thinks fit,

providing he returns
it, of course.

It's worth £5,000.

You'll draw it from
Q branch with the

rest of your equipment
in the morning.

Of course, sir.

Morning, Q.

Good morning, 007.
This way, please.

My, we are busy this morning.

It's not perfected yet.

Where's my Bentley?

Oh, it's had its day, I'm afraid.

But it's never let me down.

M's orders, 007.

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.

Its larger brother is magnetic.

Right.

To be concealed in the
car you're trailing

while you keep out of sight.

Reception on the dashboard here.

Auto-visual. Range, 150 miles.

Ingenious. And useful, too.

Allow a man to stop off
for a quick one en route.

It has not been perfected after
years of patient research

entirely for that purpose, 007.

And incidentally, we'd
appreciate its return,

along with all your
other equipment,

intact, for once, when you
return from the field.

Well, you'd be surprised

the amount of wear and tear that
goes on out there in the field.

Anything else?

Well, I won't keep you for
more than an hour or so,

if you give me your
undivided attention.

We've installed some rather
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 I'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 then fire the
passenger ejector seat.

Ejector seat? You're joking.

I never joke about my work, 007.

Ready, Blacking?

Yes, sir. There's an old
member dropped by, sir.

Same handicap as yours, I 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 go straight off,
the first tee is clear.

Fine.

I'll get Hawker to carry
for you, Mr Bond.

Well, that'll be splendid.