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hwp- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Mr Romales and his friends will be out of business.
He wont be using heroin-flavoured bananas to finance revolutions.
Dont go back to your hotel, ser. Theyll be watching you.
- Theres a plane to Miami in an hour. - Ill 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?
Shocking!
Positively shocking.
Goldfinger
Hes the man
The man with the Midas touch
A spiders touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you
To enter his web of sin
But dont go in
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies cant disguise what you fear
For a golden girl
Knows when hes kissed her
Its the kiss of death
From Mr Goldfinger
Pretty girl
Beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies cant disguise what you fear
For a golden girl
Knows when hes kissed her
Its 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
He loves gold
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold
One, two, three!
Whos over there?
- Hows this? - Its nice... Very nice.
- Just here? - No, a little lower.
I thought Id find you in good hands.
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, letting the opposition get that close to you.
They got a lot closer to you in Jamaica.
Whats on your mind? Im on holiday.
Not any more, youre not. Signal from London.
I knew M wouldnt book me into the best hotel here out of gratitude.
He asked us to keep an eye on him for you.
Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish!
Hes British. But he doesnt sound like it.
Big operator, worldwide interests. All seem reputable.
Owns one of the finest US stud farms.
- Whats the tie-up with Washington? - Hes clean.
And where do I find him?
Thats his pigeon waiting for him now.
Goldfingers been taking him to the cleaners every day for a week.
Morning, Mr Simmons! Ready for our little game?
Sure. When youre ten grand in the hole, youre ready for anything.
- Could I have my usual seat? - You and your suntan!
Goldfingers a fabulous card player.
- Same stakes? - Lets double it.
Five dollars a point.
- Did you say five? - My lucks gotta change some time.
OK.
Ill get back and cable M youre on the job.
- Fill me in on the rest at dinner. - Fine. Ill call you later.
- Four. - So soon?
How many?
.
Miss?
Hey, what are you... ?
Thats Mr Goldfingers suite!
Yes, I know.
Youre very sweet.
He just drew the king of clubs. That makes his count .
Hes got a diamond run: eight, nine, ten.
Hes 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!
Thats more like it!
- Whats 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.
Im so glad.
Youre much too nice to be mixed up in anything like this, you know.
Now hear this, Goldfinger. Your luck has just changed.
I doubt if the Miami Beach police would take kindly to what youre doing.
Nod your head if you agree.
Nod.
Good! Now start losing, Goldfinger.
Shall we say $ ?
No, lets be generous.
Lets make it $ .
May I see?
Hell, I can see this is really my day!
Gin!
Over and out.
That should keep him occupied for quite some time.
Im beginning to like you, Mr Bond.
Call me James.
More than anyone Ive met in a long time... James.
What on earth are we going to do about it?
- Yes. What? - Ill tell you at dinner.
Where?
Well, I know the best place in town.
Station WEDS brings you the latest in world news.
Washington. At the White House today,
the President said he was entirely satisfied...
That makes two of us.
- Hello. - Leiter here.
- Felix! - Well, now?
Whats that? Dinner?
No, look, Im sorry.
I cant. Something bigs come up.
How about breakfast?
- OK. - Not too early.
- Ill call you around nine. - Yes, nine oclock will be fine.
- So long, James. - Good night, Felix.
Its lost its chill!
- Why, you! - Theres another in the fridge.
- Who needs it? - My dear, some things just arent done.
Such as drinking Dom Pignon
above a temperature of Fahrenheit.
Thats as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
Now... where is this passion juice?
Jill?
Yes, Mr Bond?
Beach . Room .
- Hello? - Hello, Felix.
Get over here right away.
- Whats happened? - The girls dead.
- Dink? - No, Masterson. Jill Masterson.
And shes covered in paint. Gold paint.
Gold?
All over?
She died of skin suffocation. It can happen to cabaret dancers.
You should leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine
to allow the skin to breathe.
- Someone obviously didnt. - And I know who.
This isnt a personal vendetta, .
Its an assi
