007之金手指 Goldfinger (1964)【完整台词】
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Shall we make it a
shilling a hole?
I'll take some tees.
Yes, of course.
Oh, you must excuse
Oddjob, Mr Bond.
He's an admirable
manservant, but mute.
He's not a very good caddie.
Golf is not yet the national
game of Korea, hey?
This meeting is not a coincidence?
What's your game, Mr Bond?
My game?
You didn't come here to play golf.
The 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.
And you have access to more?
Yes, from the same source.
Interesting.
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
with you, naturally.
It's worth £5,000.
Oh, I'll stake the
cash equivalent.
Naturally.
Strict rules of golf?
But of course.
Oh, bad luck. You're in the rough.
Oh, 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
a stroke and distance.
Aha.
Oh.
I'm still training
him as a caddie.
Successfully, too.
Slazenger Number 1?
Good.
If that's his original
ball, I'm Arnold Palmer.
It isn't.
How do you know?
I'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.
Would you 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.
Fine.
Did you switch them, sir?
Huh.
Then we've got him.
If he doesn't notice the switch.
It's your honour, sir.
It's all right.
Down in five.
I have to sink this to
halve the game, right?
You win, Goldfinger.
It seems I'm too good for you.
You play a Slazenger 1, don't you?
Yes, why?
Well, this is a Slazenger 7.
Here's my Penfold Hearts.
You must have played
the wrong ball
somewhere on the 18th fairway.
We are playing strict rules,
so I'm afraid you lose
the hole and the match.
She's a beauty.
Phantom III, '37, isn't she?
You are a clever,
resourceful man, Mr Bond.
Why, thank you.
Perhaps too clever.
Twice our paths have crossed,
let's leave it at that.
I should think our first meeting
would have convinced you.
Oh, I see.
You're worried about me not
giving you a return game.
Both of us know perfectly well
what we're talking about, Mr Bond.
But I see that 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?
Oh, nothing, Mr Bond.
I own the club.
I assume you want the
cheque made out to cash?
That would be perfectly
satisfactory.
Goodbye, Mr Bond.
Oh, I believe this is yours.
May I have your attention, please?
British United Air Ferries
announcing final call
for the departure of their
DS-400 flight to Geneva.
British United Air Ferries
announce the departure
of their DS-400 flight to Geneva.
Mr Bond?
That's all right, I've
got you booked out
on the next flight to Geneva
leaving in half an hour.
- Oh, thank you very much.
- Right, sir.
Discipline, 007.
Discipline.
Are you all right?
Here, let me help you. You know,
you're lucky to be alive.
No thanks to you.
You should have
pulled over further.
Look at them.
A double blowout. I've never
seen one of these before.
How could new tyres...
Defect of some kind, most likely.
Anyway, I'm so glad it's
only the car and not you.
You don't look like the sort
of girl who should be ditched.
Never mind that. Please take
me to the nearest garage.
Certainly. By the way,
my name is Bond...
As quickly as possible.
I'll take that.
Yes, of course.
What's your name, by the way?
Soames.
Tilly Soames.
Here for the hunting season?
I had a case just like that one.
It's for my ice skates.
Lovely sport.
Where do you skate?
St. Moritz.
I didn't know there was ice
there this time of the year.
There's a garage.
I've had an accident.
How long will it take? Thank you.
They say it will take 24
hours to get new tyres.
There's a hotel nearby.
Oh, jump in. I'll run you down.
That won't be necessary.
Well, I hate to leave
you here alone.
I can take care of myself.
Yes, I'm sure you can.
Well, don't forget to write.
Smuggling is an art, Mr Ling.
And art requires...
In this case, the bodywork
of my Rolls Royce
is 18-carat gold.
We dismantle it here,
reduce the gold in this
special furnace to ingots,
which in turn will
be released on the
board and weigh
approximately two tons.
I make six trips a
year to the continent
in the Rolls Royce, Mr Ling.
It would be wiser to suspend
your other activities.
Now, Mr Ling, please
assure your principals
Operation Grand Slam will
have my undivided attention.
Now, there are certain
matters we must discuss.
Let me go. You're
breaking my back.
What the hell are you doing here?
I want to kill him.
- Kill who?
- Goldfinger.
Well, I want him alive.
I want him dead. He
killed my sister.
T.M. Tilly Masterson.
I knew your sister, Jill.
I know what he did
to her in Miami.
No, you don't. Let me go.
If you wanted to kill him,
why did you shoot at me?
I didn't. I was shooting at him.
Well, you're a lousy shot.
Somebody else around here isn't.
Come on.
Quick. Get in the car.
I'll take care of him.
Run for that bracken
when I tell you.
Now.
Good evening, 007.
My name is James Bond.
And members of your curious
profession are few in number.
You have been recognised,
let's say, by one of
your opposite numbers,
shilling a hole?
I'll take some tees.
Yes, of course.
Oh, you must excuse
Oddjob, Mr Bond.
He's an admirable
manservant, but mute.
He's not a very good caddie.
Golf is not yet the national
game of Korea, hey?
This meeting is not a coincidence?
What's your game, Mr Bond?
My game?
You didn't come here to play golf.
The 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.
And you have access to more?
Yes, from the same source.
Interesting.
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
with you, naturally.
It's worth £5,000.
Oh, I'll stake the
cash equivalent.
Naturally.
Strict rules of golf?
But of course.
Oh, bad luck. You're in the rough.
Oh, 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
a stroke and distance.
Aha.
Oh.
I'm still training
him as a caddie.
Successfully, too.
Slazenger Number 1?
Good.
If that's his original
ball, I'm Arnold Palmer.
It isn't.
How do you know?
I'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.
Would you 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.
Fine.
Did you switch them, sir?
Huh.
Then we've got him.
If he doesn't notice the switch.
It's your honour, sir.
It's all right.
Down in five.
I have to sink this to
halve the game, right?
You win, Goldfinger.
It seems I'm too good for you.
You play a Slazenger 1, don't you?
Yes, why?
Well, this is a Slazenger 7.
Here's my Penfold Hearts.
You must have played
the wrong ball
somewhere on the 18th fairway.
We are playing strict rules,
so I'm afraid you lose
the hole and the match.
She's a beauty.
Phantom III, '37, isn't she?
You are a clever,
resourceful man, Mr Bond.
Why, thank you.
Perhaps too clever.
Twice our paths have crossed,
let's leave it at that.
I should think our first meeting
would have convinced you.
Oh, I see.
You're worried about me not
giving you a return game.
Both of us know perfectly well
what we're talking about, Mr Bond.
But I see that 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?
Oh, nothing, Mr Bond.
I own the club.
I assume you want the
cheque made out to cash?
That would be perfectly
satisfactory.
Goodbye, Mr Bond.
Oh, I believe this is yours.
May I have your attention, please?
British United Air Ferries
announcing final call
for the departure of their
DS-400 flight to Geneva.
British United Air Ferries
announce the departure
of their DS-400 flight to Geneva.
Mr Bond?
That's all right, I've
got you booked out
on the next flight to Geneva
leaving in half an hour.
- Oh, thank you very much.
- Right, sir.
Discipline, 007.
Discipline.
Are you all right?
Here, let me help you. You know,
you're lucky to be alive.
No thanks to you.
You should have
pulled over further.
Look at them.
A double blowout. I've never
seen one of these before.
How could new tyres...
Defect of some kind, most likely.
Anyway, I'm so glad it's
only the car and not you.
You don't look like the sort
of girl who should be ditched.
Never mind that. Please take
me to the nearest garage.
Certainly. By the way,
my name is Bond...
As quickly as possible.
I'll take that.
Yes, of course.
What's your name, by the way?
Soames.
Tilly Soames.
Here for the hunting season?
I had a case just like that one.
It's for my ice skates.
Lovely sport.
Where do you skate?
St. Moritz.
I didn't know there was ice
there this time of the year.
There's a garage.
I've had an accident.
How long will it take? Thank you.
They say it will take 24
hours to get new tyres.
There's a hotel nearby.
Oh, jump in. I'll run you down.
That won't be necessary.
Well, I hate to leave
you here alone.
I can take care of myself.
Yes, I'm sure you can.
Well, don't forget to write.
Smuggling is an art, Mr Ling.
And art requires...
In this case, the bodywork
of my Rolls Royce
is 18-carat gold.
We dismantle it here,
reduce the gold in this
special furnace to ingots,
which in turn will
be released on the
board and weigh
approximately two tons.
I make six trips a
year to the continent
in the Rolls Royce, Mr Ling.
It would be wiser to suspend
your other activities.
Now, Mr Ling, please
assure your principals
Operation Grand Slam will
have my undivided attention.
Now, there are certain
matters we must discuss.
Let me go. You're
breaking my back.
What the hell are you doing here?
I want to kill him.
- Kill who?
- Goldfinger.
Well, I want him alive.
I want him dead. He
killed my sister.
T.M. Tilly Masterson.
I knew your sister, Jill.
I know what he did
to her in Miami.
No, you don't. Let me go.
If you wanted to kill him,
why did you shoot at me?
I didn't. I was shooting at him.
Well, you're a lousy shot.
Somebody else around here isn't.
Come on.
Quick. Get in the car.
I'll take care of him.
Run for that bracken
when I tell you.
Now.
Good evening, 007.
My name is James Bond.
And members of your curious
profession are few in number.
You have been recognised,
let's say, by one of
your opposite numbers,
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