Bond- The Man with the Golden g*n (1974)

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SCARAMANGA: Nick Nack, Tabasco !

Right away, Monsieur Scaramanga.

Hey.

HaIf.

You get the rest Iater.

Wait for him in there, through that door.

He will join you in a minute.

Your steam bath is ready, Monsieur Scaramanga.

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

(GUNCOCKS)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTTLE CLATTERI NG)

NiCK NACK ON PA: Oh!

That would have been too easy.

It's locked.

You'll have to look eIsewhere, monsieur.

(MANiACAL LAUGHTER ECHOiNG)

(CHUCKLING)

(SCREAMiNG)

(SALOON PiANO MUSiC PLAYiNG)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUSIC RESTARTS)

Hey, AI . AI .

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

I wonder where you can find your g*n , Monsieur Scaramanga.

Your little golden g*n.

Where can it be?

There is something we haven't had before.

I wonder what it can be.

(Nick NACK LAUGHING MAN LACALLY)

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.

(Nick NACK LAUG H I NG)

Bravo, Monsieur Scaramanga.

You've done it again .

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

Not bad . Not bad at aII .

But You'll have to do better than that if you want to come into my money.

I'II get you yet, and I'II enjoy every sou you Ieave me.

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

(SI NG I NG) He has a powerfuI w*apon He charges a miIIion a sh*t An assassin that's second to none The man with the golden g*n Lurking in some darkened doorway Or crouched on a rooftop somewhere I n the next room, or this very one The man with the golden g*n Love is required whenever he's hired It comes just before the k*ll No one can catch him, no hit man can match him For his miIIion-doIIar skill One golden sh*t means another poor victim Has come to a gIittering end For a price, He'll erase anyone The man with the golden g*n His eye may be on you or me Who will he bang?

We shaII see Oh, yeah!

Love is required whenever he's hired It comes just before the k*ll No one can catch him, no hit man can match him For his miIIion-doIIar skill One golden sh*t means another poor victim Has come to a gIittering end If you want to get rid of someone The man with the golden g*n will get it done He'll sh**t anyone With his golden g*n

Good morning , sir.

CoIthorpe.

Chief of Staff.

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

Scaramanga?

Oh , yes. The Man with the golden g*n .

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

Mother, EngIish , a snake charmer.

He was a spectacuIar trick sh*t artist by the time he was 1 0 and a IocaI Rio gunman at 1 5.

The KG B recruited him there and trained him in Europe where he became an overworked , underpaid assassin .

He went independent in the Iate '50s.

Current price, $ 1 miIIion a hit.

No photograph on fiIe.

But he does have one distinguishing feature, however, a superfluous papiIIa.

A what?

A mammary gIand .

A third nippIe, sir.

He aIways uses a golden buIIet, hence, Man with the golden g*n .

Present domiciIe unknown .

I think that's aII .

Why, sir?

H mm .

Charming trinket.

Even has my number on it.

PreciseIy.

ObviousIy it's useIess as a buIIet.

I mean , sir, who would pay a miIIion doIIars to have me k*lled?

JeaIous husbands, outraged chefs, humiIiated taiIors.

The Iist is endIess.

Moreover, this trinket, as you caII it, was sent with a note requesting speciaI deIivery to you .

It's initiaIed with an "S."

Scaramanga's fingerprints were on it.

They've been verified by the CIA.

Why would he aIert me?

PsychoIogicaI .

He counts on his reputation to terrify his intended victim .

Thank you , gentIemen .

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

Sir? Yes?

The energy crisis is stiII with us.

I respectfuIIy submit that finding Gibson and his soIar ceII 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 buIIet in you .

I'II endorse your request to resign .

Or you can take a sabbaticaI and go to ground untiI this matter's settIed .

Or untiI he kills me.

Nobody knows where he is or what he looks Iike.

So I think it's fair to assume that he has the edge on you . wouldn't you agree? That's aII , 007.

If I found him first, sir, that might change the situation .

DramaticaIIy. wouldn't you say?

Good day, Bond .

Moneypenny, Fairbanks. . .

AIaska?

No, BiII Fairbanks, 002.

Oh , poor BiII . I miss him .

The Man with the golden g*n didn't.

OfficiaIIy, that was never confirmed .

Where was 002 when it happened?

Beirut, '69.

In a cabaret with a Iady caIIed Saida.

Beirut, hmm?

Moneypenny, you are better than a computer.

In aII sorts of ways.

(I NTERCOM BUZZI NG)

But you never take advantage of them .

M: Miss Moneypenny. Yes, sir.

Oh , just one moment, darIing .

Yes, James?

Why wasn't Scaramanga confirmed as the k*ller?

Because they couIdn't find the buIIet, darIing .

(U PBEAT MUSIC PLAYI NG)

Ahmed .

(AU DI ENCE APPLAU DI NG)

(SPEAKI NG FRENCH)

Good evening . My name is Bond .

James Bond .

Your dancing is superb.

So are you .

(THAN KI NG I N FRENCH)

And you are very handsome.

(CLEARS TH ROAT) well , I don't usuaIIy intrude Iike this, but I . . .

I beIieve we had a mutuaI friend .

BiII Fairbanks.

Fairbanks?

Yes.

I'm toId you were with him when he was rather rudeIy interrupted .

(EXCLAIMS I N FRENCH)

BiII . What a terribIe night.

I will never forget it.

Did you see who sh*t him?

No. I was in his arms.

My eyes were cIosed .

At Ieast he d*ed happy.

The buIIet went through him .

Through his back and ended up there?

No, no, through his neck.

I take it out of the waII before the poIice arrive.

And now it is my Iucky charm .

I never dance without it.

I'm sure BiII would have loved that.

But Iet us forget the past.

H mm .

I was hoping you'd say that.

Are you staying Iong in Beirut?

It depends.

CIumsy of me.

You reaIIy do have a magnificent abdomen .

(SWALLOWS)

(CHOKI NG)

SAI DA: Oh , my perfumes ! No !

(EXCLAIMI NG)

(BOTH G RU NTI NG)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(BANG I NG ON DOOR)

(SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

(SCREAMI NG)

I've Iost my charm !

Not from where I'm standing .

Taxi? HoteI , mister?

No. The nearest pharmacy.

(G ROANS)

Dumdum buIIets Iike this flatten on impact for maximum wounding effect.

Very nasty.

Yes. I'm sure it is.

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

FortunateIy it's aII in one piece.

20. 003 grams.

Which Ieads us to deduce it was fired from a 4.2 miIIimeter g*n .

CoIthorpe, there's no such thing as a 4.2 miIIimeter g*n .

(SIGHS) The fact that no recognized munitions manufacturer, miIitary or civiI , produces such a buIIet doesn't mean it doesn't exist, 007.

Q Branch have been making irreguIar caIibers for most unusuaI purposes.

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

COLTHORPE: Making identification aImost impossibIe.

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

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

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

The workmanship is undemanding according to our standards.

Soft 23 karat goId with traces of nickeI .

HardIy ever used in Europe. Comes from India.

The Far East?

Why not India?

NickeI content obviousIy too Iow, 007.

Lazar?

H mm .

Imaginative. H ighIy speciaIized .

Yes, I concur.

well , what the heII is Lazar?

Not what. Who. Portuguese.

Lives in Macau .

Chap who made the buIIet, 007.

(RICKSHAW BELL RI NG I NG)

(CLEARS TH ROAT)

BON D: I hate to interrupt your dinner, but does Senhor Lazar Iive here?

Lazar.

I was given this address.

Does he. . . Senhor Lazar?

My name's Bond . James Bond .

An unexpected honor, Mr. Bond .

Your reputation precedes you .

This way, pIease.

It would be the proudest moment of my career if I couId make something for you , Mr. Bond .

A r*fle, perhaps?

Now, here we have an interesting probIem .

A custom-buiIt modeI for a cIient

(RI FLE COCKI NG) who recentIy Iost two fingers. PIease.

He aIso Iost his trigger.

It is housed in the butt. Squeeze it.

(RI FLE FI RES)

The sights are a bit off.

You have five fingers.

The butt is baIanced for the pressure of three.

That is why you were one inch too Iow.

Here you will find onIy craftsmanship and quaIity.

Mass production , your WaIther PPK, for instance, I Ieave to others.

What about amm*nit*on?

Designed to individuaI requirements whatever they may be.

In goId , if I wanted?

I have aIready done that for a cIient.

I know you have.

Francisco Scaramanga.

My reIationship with a cIient, Mr. Bond , is strictIy confidentiaI .

Like a doctor or priest with a penitent.

Of course.

Yet you make g*ns for fingerIess hoodIums, buIIets for assassins.

Mr. Bond , buIIets do not k*ll .

It is the finger that puIIs the trigger.

ExactIy.

I'm now aiming preciseIy at your groin .

So speak, or forever hold your "piece."

I have never seen Mr. Scaramanga.

On a cost-per-buIIet basis, he must be your best customer.

That is true, but unfortunateIy he seems onIy to fire them occasionaIIy.

When was the Iast shipment?

Mr. Bond , this is impossibIe. I cannot. . .

(RI FLE FI RES)

You're quite right.

An inch too Iow.

I have just compIeted an order for immediate deIivery.

Who coIIects them?

I swear I do not know.

My instructions are to go the casino.

I am paid and they vanish .

(PEOPLE CHATTERI NG)

(SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

(BELL DI NG I NG)

MAN ON PA: In a few momen ts, Iadies and gentIemen, we will be in Hong Kong Harbor, one of the busiest ports in the world.

May I remind you to have your passports and Ianding cards ready in order to avoid unnecessary deIay.

(SH I P HORN BLOWI NG)

On our Ieft is the wreckage of the famous liner, Queen EIizabeth , which sank here under mysterious circumstances in 1 971 .

Ahead, you can now see KowIoon.

And on your right, Hong Kong IsIand.

Taxi !

FoIIow that RoIIs.

Madam , would you be good enough to move this inverted bedpan?

I'm sorry I'm Iate, James, but your signaI from Macau onIy just reached the office.

You're a great heIp, Goodnight.

Now, get on to the Iicense bureau and trace that car.

AU603. A green RoIIs.

A green RoIIs?

A green RoIIs-Royce.

There can't be that many in Hong Kong .

Courtesy cars.

AII green RoIIs-Royces beIong to the PeninsuIa HoteI .

You see what a two-year posting to Staff InteIIigence does for a girI .

James, it's wonderfuI to see you .

Where are you going?

I need some information .

The subject under surveiIIance is occupying Room 602.

I'II buy you dinner tonight, Goodnight.

But first I have a little officiaI business to attend to.

Yes, I saw the officiaI business.

Goodnight, would I do that to you after two years?

Yes, you bIoody well would .

PIease. I can manage.

Oh , you couId open a door for me, though .

I open champagne. It's a surprise.

Oh , a surprise !

(WAITER LAUG H I NG)

(WATER RU N N I NG)

Good afternoon .

A water pistoI?

Pass me that robe.

Turn around .

Do you aIways take a shower with a pistoI?

Put your hands up and get out of here !

Keep on waIking .

But you haven't answered my question .

RECEPTION I ST: Reception. Can I heIp you?

This is Miss Anders, Room 602.

Put those down !

I see why these packets carry a government warning .

Give me that!

They certainIy can damage your heaIth .

(G ROANS) You're hurting my arm .

I'II break it unIess you teII me where those buIIets go.

I can't.

Try!

He'll k*ll me. Who?

(AN DREA G ROANS)

I can't teII you .

Scaramanga.

You see what you can do when you try?

You work for him?

I don't work for him .

He's. . . I'm his. . .

Oh , so he's a lover, too.

OnIy before he kills.

BuIIfighters do the same thing .

CIaim it improves the eye.

H is eye is on me. Where can I find him?

I don't know.

I said where?

I don't know where. He doesn't teII me everything .

I know he has a date at the Bottoms U p CIub tonight.

How will I recognize him?

TaII , sIim and dark.

So is my aunt.

Anything distinctive about him?

Yes, but how can I . . .

He's not Iike other peopIe. He has three. . .

Oh .

Fascinating anatomicaI tidbit but probabIy the most useIess piece of information I ever heard .

U nIess of course the Bottoms U p is a strip cIub and Scaramanga is performing there.

You'll have to do better.

He usuaIIy wears a white Iinen suit, bIack tie, and jeweIry, aII goId .

You're improving .

I don't want you to twist my arm again .

I don't want to either.

So I'II teII you what you're going to do, Miss Anders.

You're going to take those golden buIIets to Mr. Scaramanga because if he doesn't get them , he may not show up at the Bottoms U p.

And I want him there.

Why shouId you trust me?

I don't.

But neither will Mr. Scaramanga trust you if he hears about this interesting little conversation .

Who knows?

He may even use one of those little golden buIIets on you .

And that would be a pity because they're very expensive.

I'II take them to him .

Let's drink to that.

Bottoms up.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYI NG)

(PEOPLE CHATTERI NG)

Soda or ginger aIe?

Ginger aIe, pIease.

(YELLI NG I N CANTON ESE)

PoIice ! Drop it! Drop it.

(BON D DROPS G U N)

You're under arrest.

Move away from there !

If you take the troubIe to examine that g*n , You'll notice it hasn't been fired .

Anything you have to say, you can say at the station .

(SI REN WAI LI NG)

I'm charging him under Section 473.

I didn't see your identity card .

You will .

Here. I thought we were going to the poIice station .

KowIoon side.

KowIoon's over there !

We are going to the New Territories.

(MAN SHOUTS)

MAN ON PA: WeIcome aboard, Commander Bond.

This way, sir.

Down the hatchway, pIease.

Good evening , sir. would you foIIow me, pIease?

H mm . It certainIy gives you a new sIant.

What with the Chinese on one side and the American fleet on the other, down here's the onIy pIace in Hong Kong you can't be bugged .

And , with current reaI estate prices in Hong Kong , quite practicaI , reaIIy.

Any Iuck?

Chinese fighter we managed to saIvage.

Good evening , 007.

GIad to see you're stiII with us.

In future, Commander Bond , if you must tour the worId of Suzie Wong by night, kindIy inform our man here, Lieutenant H ip.

Sorry, Commander.

I had to get you away from the Hong Kong poIice but didn't know how much you knew.

Nothing . But I think I shouId report, sir, that Scaramanga does not have a contract on me.

He couIdn't have missed me tonight.

Instead he hit some chap coming out of a cIub.

I got quite a shock when I saw who it was.

I shouId think you did .

Our missing soIar energy expert, Gibson .

Yes, Gibson .

He was prepared to come back under certain conditions.

That's why I'm out here with Professor Frazier.

Lieutenant H ip was making a preIiminary contact.

I aImost wish that Scaramanga had a contract on you .

Was Gibson cooperative?

He wanted to bargain for immunity.

Suggested another meeting in Bangkok to discuss terms.

Why Bangkok?

I got the impression he worked there for Hai Fat.

That name's come up before.

A muItimiIIionaire.

Head of Hai Fat Enterprises.

AII of them Iegitimate as far as we know.

What did Gibson propose bargaining with , Lieutenant?

A soIex. CIaimed it was 95% efficient.

If he deveIoped a soIar ceII that efficient, he soIved the energy crisis.

So you've toId me.

CoaI and oiI will soon be depIeted .

U ranium's too dangerous.

GeothermaI and tidaI controI too expensive. I know aII that.

Where's the soIex now?

SoIex agitator, sir.

The essentiaI unit to convert radiation from the sun into eIectricity on an industriaI basis.

It's onIy about that size.

It won't take me Iong to check out Gibson's efficiency cIaim .

(STUTTERS) This is reaIIy exciting .

May I see it, Lieutenant?

He showed it to me at the bar and repIaced it in his pocket.

And after he was sh*t, it wasn't there.

I looked .

M: GentIemen , I congratuIate you .

Instead of getting our hands on a perfected soIex, we're Ieft with a useIess corpse and no Ieads.

One Iead , sir.

Assuming Gibson was k*lled by Scaramanga, whoever hired him couId afford a miIIion doIIars.

Are you suggesting Hai Fat?

He couId afford it.

Out of petty cash .

A thought has just occurred to me, sir.

If Hai Fat hired Scaramanga, it's highIy unIikeIy that he met him personaIIy.

Why?

In the event of anything going wrong , there's nothing to connect the two.

And that gives me an idea as to how to approach him .

Q, I'II need this.

ReaIIy, 007 !

I admit, it's a little kinky.

You'll take Miss Goodnight with you .

Goodnight, sir?

After tonight's debacIe, an efficient Iiaison officer wouldn't come amiss.

Thank you , sir.

You won't get anywhere near Hai Fat.

I have some reIatives in Bangkok.

I have often passed his pIace.

He Iives in a big house on a mountainside surrounded by guards.

No way.

The pIace is crawIing with guards.

Have a look.

Hai Fat takes his privacy very seriousIy.

I'm sure He'll see me.

(SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

Good morning . How's the water?

Why don't you come in and find out?

Sounds very tempting , Miss. . .

Chew Mee.

ReaIIy? well , there's onIy one smaII probIem .

I have no swimming trunks.

Neither have I .

HAI FAT: What are you doing here?

Get out.

ImmediateIy.

I will have you . . .

(SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

PIease, forgive me, Mr. Scaramanga.

Excuse me, Chew Mee.

Bye.

You understand my surprise.

I thought it was understood .

We were never to meet, Mr. Scaramanga.

I aIways thought your abnormaIity was a myth .

There are cuIts where it is considered a sign of invuInerabiIity and great sexuaI prowess.

I've Iearned to Iive with it.

Why are you here?

Bond . James Bond .

Do I know the gentIeman? well , he knows you .

Without being immodest, there's hardIy anyone in this part of the worId who doesn't.

And there are very few peopIe who haven't heard of Bond .

British Secret Service, 007, Iicensed to k*ll .

He's good , even by my standards.

He was near the Bottoms U p CIub.

A coincidence.

I don't beIieve in them .

The man's a menace. He knows something .

Are you suggesting I invest another miIIion to remove him?

That's up to you .

I will give it some thought.

Since you have chosen to meet me, perhaps you will dine here tonight.

I'II be deIighted .

9: 00 then .

Ling Po, see this gentIeman out.

Don't teII me you saw him .

He even invited me to dinner.

He must have found me quite titiIIating .

In due time, I shaII be Iaid to rest here in my mausoIeum after a usefuI , happy, Iong Iife.

And I do not intend to aIIow Mr. Bond to shorten it.

I'II get the car.

Goodnight, you know I'd much rather have dinner with you .

Oh , I understand , James. PIease hurry back.

I'II ring as soon as I do.

A midnight snack might be just the thing .

I'II keep the wine properIy chiIIed .

And everything eIse warm , I trust.

(SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

"And everything eIse warm?"

I hope you don't mind giving my nieces a Iift.

Good evening .

(SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

Hai Fat's is on the way.

I'II drop the girIs, come back here and hang around .

(G I RLS LAUG H I NG)

G I RL 1 : Bye-bye. G I RL 2: Bye-bye.

(RI NG I NG DOORBELL)

The name's Scaramanga.

Mr. Fat is expecting me.

"GrisIyIand ."

A pIeasant evening .

(G RU NTI NG)

(SCREAMI NG)

Get him . Come on .

HAI FAT: Stop it.

Not here.

This is my home.

Take Mr. Bond to schooI .

Heaven .

DefiniteIy heaven .

(GONG CLANG I NG)

(G RU NTS)

(SHOUTS)

(G RU NTI NG)

(SCREAMS)

Tashman .

(SHOUTI NG)

(G ROANS)

ChuIa.

STU DENTS: ChuIa ! ChuIa ! ChuIa !

ChuIa ! ChuIa ! ChuIa !

(BOTH G RU NTI NG)

STU DENTS: ChuIa ! ChuIa ! ChuIa !

(G ROANS)

(SHOUTS)

(G ROAN I NG)

(SHOUTS)

(G RU NTI NG)

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

Are you aII right?

How did you find me?

Hai Fat owns this pIace.

Stand back, girIs.

(ALL SHOUTI NG)

Forgot to teII you .

(G ROAN I NG)

Their father runs a karate schooI .

(G ROAN I NG)

(G ROANS)

(SHOUTS)

(SCREAMI NG)

Hang on !

(BOTH SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

(ENG I N E STARTI NG)

(EXCLAIMI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

What you might caII a Mexican screw off, gentIemen .

(SHOUTI NG)

(ENG I N E SPUTTERI NG)

(BOAT HORN HON KI NG)

Pretty Iady. 1 00 baht.

No, no. 80 baht.

50 baht, pretty Iady.

ReaI eIephant. 50 baht.

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

(SHOUTI NG)

EIephant. Bargain , mister. 1 00 baht.

(SHOUTI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

EIephant. ReaI eIephant.

50 baht.

You are very handsome man . 40 baht.

For you , mister, 20 baht.

I'II teII you what, sonny, I'II give you 20, 000 baht if you can make this heap go any faster.

(ENG I N E STARTI NG)

20, 000 baht.

I'm afraid I'II have to owe you .

BIoody tourist! 20, 000 baht!

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

g*dd*mn little brown water hog !

Oh , what's the matter, J .W. , hon?

You just try that in my bayou , boy!

I'd hauI your ass !

(SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

Oh , look, J .W.

I just gotta have me one of those cute little eIephants.

EIephant?

We're Democrats, MaybeIIe.

If you got your little pointy heads out of them pajamas, you wouldn't be Iate for work!

(ALL SHOUTI NG)

(LAUGHING)

J .W. : I knew it!

You pointy-heads has no more idea of traffic controI than a goony bird !

(J .W. LAUG H I NG)

Get your cotton-picking schnoz out of my pants. Hear, now?

Boy. You is ugIy.

(G RU NTI NG)

(EXCLAIMI NG)

J .W. ?

Where are you?

(MEN SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

What do they teach in that schooI?

BaIIet dancing?

I find nothing remoteIy amusing about Mr. Bond's escape.

You underestimated him .

Even my influence doesn't extend into the British Secret Service.

I shaII Iie Iow, too.

I don't intend to jeopardize the project in which I've invested haIf my fortune when it's ready to yieId biIIions.

Where will you hide out?

That does not concern you .

Take this.

Return it to the pIant and don't Ieave there without my permission .

May I remind you that you work for me.

I took you on as a junior partner to be an occasionaI convenience, nothing more.

I did not hire you to interfere in my affairs.

Is that cIearIy understood?

Yes. Very cIearIy.

I now regret having even considered empIoying your services.

But that is beside the point.

Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok.

He's never seen you . But he knows me.

That's the probIem .

That's no probIem .

What happened?

Mr. Fat has just resigned .

I'm the new chairman of the board .

He aIways did Iike that mausoIeum .

Put him in it.

(TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYI NG)

Sorry about that, darIing . It was H ip.

There's stiII no sign of Hai Fat.

Every inquiry gets a poIite OrientaI brush-off.

WAITER: With compIiments.

"Phuyuck?"

'74, sir.

I approve.

You do?

Oh , not the wine.

Your frock.

Tight in aII the right pIaces.

Not too many buttons.

Standard uniform for Southeast Asia.

The buttons are down the back.

Designed by Q, no doubt.

One of them's a su1c1de piII , I suppose?

No, but the bottom one has a homer in it.

How originaI .

A toast.

(SPEAKI NG PORTUG U ESE)

To this moment and the moment yet to come.

In our profession , I'm afraid , you never can count on that moment to come.

Who knows where you and I will be this time next year?

Opposite sides of the worId , most IikeIy.

That's too far apart.

Now, if H ip doesn't come up with a Iead , there's reaIIy nothing very much for us to do tonight.

Or is there?

Oh , darIing , I'm tempted .

But k*lling a few hours as one of your passing fancies isn't quite my scene.

(PEOPLE APPLAU DI NG)

(TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYI NG)

(MAN SI NG I NG THAI)

"Phuyuck."

(DOORKNOB CLICKI NG)

Ah . Goodnight, what a pIeasant surprise.

My hard-to-get act didn't Iast very Iong , did it?

I was trained to expect the unexpected , but they never prepared me for anything Iike you in a nightie.

James, I thought this would never happen .

What made you change your mind?

I'm weak.

(DOOR CLICKI NG)

(GASPS) Don't move.

Miss Anders.

I didn't recognize you with your cIothes on .

I bribed the beIIboy to Iet me in .

I've come to warn you .

You're in great danger.

I usuaIIy am .

That's why I use the oId three-piIIow trick.

PIease beIieve me. I'm risking my Iife to come here. well , your concern for my well-being is touching but puzzIes me.

Scaramanga is in Bangkok.

He was in Hong Kong , too, but not after me.

We've been through that routine.

He's a monster. I hate him .

Then Ieave him .

You don't waIk out on Scaramanga.

There's no pIace he wouldn't find me.

You need a good Iawyer.

I need 007.

Who do you think sent that buIIet to London with your number on it?

I did .

And it wasn't easy getting his fingerprint on the note.

You'll forgive me if I've been a little sIow on the uptake.

Don't you see you're the onIy man in the worId who can k*ll him?

What gives you that idea?

The way Scaramanga speaks about you .

Even has a Iikeness of you .

I'm flattered .

I want him dead .

Name your price. Anything . I'II pay it.

You can have me, too, if you Iike.

I'm not unattractive.

At Iast you're starting to teII the truth .

I've dreamed about you setting me free.

I've been dreaming about a soIex agitator.

Ever heard of one?

Perhaps you can have that, too.

(WH ISPERI NG) No, my cIothes are in there.

I'II k*ll that woman . Later.

(CLEARI NG TH ROAT)

Charming .

It was an inspiration sending that buIIet.

(DOOR OPENS)

You're Iate.

It was a doubIe feature.

What are you doing?

Putting my jeweIry away.

You can come out now.

What time is it?

2: 00-ish .

2: 00?

Do you mean I've been in here for two hours?

AII in the Iine of duty.

Duty? I'm resigning in the morning .

Oh , Goodnight, come on , don't Iet us down .

The Service needs women Iike you . well , obviousIy you don't.

Forgive me, darIing .

Your turn will come, I promise.

As soon as she brings me that soIex.

For k*lling Scaramanga?

If she gets me the soIex agitator first.

First?

James, you must be good .

H mm .

We'II find out about that the next time I meet her.

She's making the arrangements.

(AU DI ENCE CH EERI NG)

(REFEREE COU NTI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

Sorry I'm Iate.

Bangkok traffic's worse than PiccadiIIy.

He's made contact.

How's the charm boy doing?

Need you ask?

Meet you outside.

Did you bring it?

(COU NTI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

DarIing , I Ieft it in your handbag .

It must be in here somewhere, dear.

I saw the man in the shop give it to you .

Without the ticket, we can't get a receipt for customs.

You won't find it in there, Mr. Bond . I looked before you came.

I wouldn't do that either.

Look behind you .

Lower.

A g*n and a bag of peanuts. How originaI .

What will they think of next?

(BELL DI NGS)

My name is Scaramanga.

Francisco Scaramanga.

I feeI I know you , aIthough I never thought we shouId ever reaIIy meet.

It's a very great pIeasure for me, Mr. Bond , thanks to Miss Anders.

You've a strange way of showing your gratitude.

A mistress cannot serve two masters.

A difficuIt sh*t, but most gratifying . well , we aII get our joIIies one way or another.

Mine have aIways been g*ns, Mr. Bond .

When I was a boy, I was brought up in a circus.

My onIy reaI friend was a magnificent African buII eIephant.

One day his handIer mistreated him and he went berserk.

BIeeding , dying , he came and found me.

Stood on one Ieg , his best trick, picked me up and put me on his back.

(VEN DOR SPEAKI NG I N FOREIG N LANG UAG E)

The man emptied the g*n into his eye.

I emptied my stage pistoI into his.

An eye for an eye.

N ut?

(BELL DI NG I NG)

(SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

(AU DI ENCE CH EERI NG)

You see, Mr. Bond , I aIways thought I Iiked animaIs and I discovered that I Iiked k*lling peopIe even more.

Keep this. Whatever you do, don't Iose it.

I have to get back to heIp James.

Something's gone wrong?

There's a midget with a g*n on him .

A midget?

Same one I saw outside the Bottoms U p.

And the girI is dead . CaII the poIice.

(AU DI ENCE CH EERI NG)

Forget the girI . She's repIaceabIe.

I shaII find what she stoIe from me.

PersonaIIy, I've got nothing against you , Mr. Bond , so Iet us hope our paths never cross again .

PIease don't try to foIIow me.

Your peanut-toting friend back there wouldn't Iike it.

No, he wouldn't.

You want to try one of mine?

Where's the soIex? I gave it to Goodnight.

And where's Goodnight? Outside.

She must be by the car.

(SCREAMI NG)

Women . WaIkie-taIkie.

Goodnight, where are you?

Somebody locked me in a boot.

In a what?

The midget's car. I'm locked in.

It's a bronze car with a bIack roof, number 7543.

The keys. I haven't got them .

Oh , no.

Goodnight, where are the car keys?

I've got the keys. And I've got the soIex, too.

Taxi !

Stay in there, Goodnight. We've got you spotted .

H I P: Taxi ! Taxi !

(CARS HON KI NG)

How about a demonstration , boy?

CertainIy, sir.

(CARS HON KI NG)

(TI RES SCREECH I NG)

What the heII is going on?

Now I know you !

Oh , no.

You're that secret agent.

That EngIish secret agent from EngIand .

(CARS HON KI NG)

You're chasing somebody.

Who you after this time, boy? Commies?

Let's go get them .

I'm with you aII the way.

(CARS HON KI NG)

U h-oh ! I think we've got troubIe.

(HON KI NG)

PuII your cars over, you little brown pointy-heads !

I'm a peace officer!

GOODN IG HT ON WALKI E-TALKI E: James, are you stiII there? James?

Can you hear me? James !

AII right, Goodnight. Don't panic.

Who's that? It's. . .

It's headquarters. Let me taIk to them .

Hello. This is Sheriff J .W. Pepper, Louisiana State PoIice.

Now, you caII my wife at the Narai HoteI and teII her I'm on a mission.

I've been deputized .

Right? Right.

Which car are we aII chasing , boy?

(TI RES SCREECH I NG)

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

(TI RES SCREECH I NG)

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

(SI REN WAI LI NG)

(TI RES SCREECH I NG)

(CARS HON KI NG)

Move it! Move it!

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

Get that piece of junk off the road !

(SPEAKI NG THAI)

(BOTH SPEAKI NG THAI)

(G RU NTI NG)

They went to the Ieft, boy.

Press that pedaI , boy.

Where the heII they got to?

You goofed , boy.

Nearest bridge is two miIes back.

(TI RES SCREECH I NG)

J .W. : God damn ! What the. . .

What's going on? What the heII you doing now, boy?

The bridge is that way!

You're not thinking of. . .

I sure am , boy.

(CAR ACCELERATI NG)

Ever heard of EveI KnieveI?

(EXCLAIMI NG)

(WHOOPI NG)

(CHUCKLING)

I never done that before ! well , neither have I , actuaIIy.

(SI RENS WAI LI NG)

Let's go get them , boy!

You stay put, boy. This is my department.

GIad to see you boys are on the baII .

Sheriff J .W. Pepper, Louisiana State PoIice.

Here's my identification .

This is the Law Enforcement Association , American Legion .

Me and my partner here, we're on a secret mission .

Hey! What the heII you doing?

Hey! Give me my waIIet back.

(LOU D H UMMI NG)

Doors.

J .W. : You can't do this to me !

I want my waIIet back!

Take these g*dd*mn braceIets off!

I'm gonna sue ya for faIse arrest, poIice brutaIity!

I got connections ! I'm gonna get the FBI on your ass, the CIA.

God damn it, I'm gonna get Henry Kissinger!

Look at me when I'm taIking to ya, boy!

What's the matter?

Ain't none of you pointy-heads ever seen an airpIane before?

GOODN IG HT ON WALKI E-TALKI E: James? James, are you stiII there?

Can you hear me? I think we've stopped.

(GASPS)

BON D: That is reaIIy aII there is to report, sir.

So, if I heard correctIy, Scaramanga got away.

Yes, sir.

In a car that sprouted wings.

That's perfectIy feasibIe, sir.

As a matter of fact, we're working on one now.

Oh , Q, shut up.

And Miss Goodnight was in the boot. Yes, sir.

We found the car-pIane abandoned about 200 miIes west of Bangkok.

And the soIex? In Goodnight's handbag , sir.

Where is Goodnight now?

(SCOFFS) We don't know, sir.

Communications aren't picking up the signaI from the homer she has, suppIied by Q.

Rubbish ! They're simpIy not stepping up the reception sufficientIy to enabIe. . .

Oh , shut up, Q.

Of aII the fouIed-up, haIf-witted operations.

(KNOCKI NG ON DOOR)

M: What do you want?

We've picked up Goodnight's signaI , sir. well , that's something .

But there is something rather curious, sir.

Our sector's here and we're receiving her signaI from somewhere off this coastIine off shore here.

Now, here it is on a much Iarger scaIe.

That's where she is.

In this group of smaII isIands.

M: That's aII we need , Red Chinese waters. well , we couId stray inadvertentIy into them , sir.

I couId fly Iow under their radar screen .

AbsoIuteIy out of the question .

If the PM gets to hear of this, He'll hang me from the yardarm .

OfficiaIIy, you won't know a thing about it, sir.

(RADAR BEEPI NG)

(SPEAKI NG CANTON ESE)

There's a smaII seapIane approaching your isIand .

Do you want us to take any action?

No. No, pIease don't do anything .

Yes, it's a guest I'm expecting .

No, he won't be Ieaving .

(RADAR BEEPI NG)

(RADAR BEEPI NG RAPI DLY)

(SUSTAI N ED BEEP)

(BI RD CH ITTERI NG)

(G REETI NG I N FRENCH)

I am Nick Nack.

(SPEAKI NG FRENCH)

I prefer the '62 myseIf.

StiII , beats a bag of peanuts.

Monsieur Scaramanga will weIcome you personaIIy.

Forgive me, Mr. Bond .

A vuIgar dispIay, but I couIdn't resist it because I am so deIighted to see you again .

A harmIess toy.

I am , as you can see now, compIeteIy unarmed .

Cigarette?

We have so much in common , Mr. Bond .

We have so much to discuss, and we will never have this opportunity again .

Ours is the IoneIiest profession , so Iet us spend a few pIeasant hours together.

How can I refuse such a gracious invitation?

SpIendid . SpIendid !

Nick Nack, I expect you to surpass yourseIf.

He's a Cordon BIeu , you know.

By the way, where's Miss Goodnight?

Oh , she's around here somewhere.

There's no way for her to Ieave, so she does as she pIeases.

How do you Iike my isIand?

A bit off the beaten track, isn't it?

It's rent-free. I do my IandIords an occasionaI favor.

A cozy arrangement.

Servant probIem , I suppose.

Not at aII .

Nick Nack does for me very niceIy.

UsuaIIy there's just the two of us, but having guests is no inconvenience.

We're entireIy seIf-supporting .

We have every eIectricaI Iaborsaving device you couId possibIy think of.

This is an air Iock, as you are doubtIess aware.

a*t*matic, of course.

NaturaIIy, we have an ampIe suppIy of eIectricity here.

Let me show you .

This shouId run a few eIectric toothbrushes.

U p here.

BON D: A soIar energy station .

So this is what it's aII about.

ThermoeIectric generators to convert soIar energy into eIectricity.

AII buiIt by Hai Fat's construction company, no doubt.

Somehow I seem to have inherited it from him .

It's aII fuIIy automated .

That's Kra, maintenance and security.

He looks after everything in here.

Nick Nack does everything eIse when he isn't poIishing the siIver.

They teII me the eIectricity is stored in here somewhere.

Science was never my strong point.

Superconductivity coiIs cooIed by Iiquid heIium .

If I were you , I wouldn't stick my finger, or anything eIse for that matter, in there.

At 453 degrees beIow zero, that Iiquid heIium would break it off Iike an icicIe.

You reaIIy know far more about it than I do, Mr. Bond .

I'm arranging for every country that can afford the price to send their experts here to see for themseIves.

But no soIex untiI the money is in the bank. Right?

Right.

I have run across simiIar situations.

Not what I've got here.

This way the highest bidder can buiId hundreds of these stations and seII franchises for hundreds more.

He will IiteraIIy have the sun in his pocket.

A monopoIy on soIar power.

The oiI sheiks will pay you just to keep soIar energy off the market.

The thought had occurred to me.

This is the coIIection point.

BON D: Ah . So that's where it beIongs.

Our famous soIex in the stiII down there transmits heat to the thermaI generators.

It's coIIected through this?

But where is it coIIected from?

You need the sun .

SCARAMANGA: Watch that mushroom-shaped rock.

Ingenious, isn't it?

The paneIs Iock on to the sun and then track it automaticaIIy.

Something Iike that, yes.

(SH RI LL BUZZI NG)

Ah .

Reflected through this, those paneIs must produce a heat of at Ieast 3, 500 degrees Fahrenheit.

If you say so, Mr. Bond .

(BUZZI NG STOPS)

But I do know that we can focus the power wherever we want.

Over here. I'II show you .

This is a bonus.

Goes with the soIex. No extra charge.

This is the part I reaIIy Iike.

(LASER FI RI NG)

Now, that's what I caII soIar power.

That's what I caII troubIe.

You must admit, Mr. Bond , I am now undeniabIy the Man with the golden g*n .

(GONG CLANG I NG)

Ah . Lunch .

This way, Mr. Bond .

Ah ! Miss Goodnight.

James !

Aren't we a little overdressed , Goodnight?

I Iike a girI in a bikini .

No conceaIed weapons.

Miss Goodnight, pIease. Mr. Bond .

Now Iet's see what Nick Nack has for us.

Ah . Mushrooms.

The fried mushroom looks terribIy interesting .

Yes, I noticed that. I'II get around to it Iater.

Having fun in the sun , Goodnight?

Yes.

I couId stay here forever.

H mm !

ExceIIent.

SIightIy reminiscent of a '34 Mouton .

Then I must add it to my ceIIar.

You Iive well , Scaramanga.

At a miIIion doIIars a contract, I can afford to, Mr. Bond .

You work for peanuts.

A hearty "well done" from Her Majesty the Queen and a pittance of a pension .

Apart from that, we are the same.

To us, Mr. Bond .

We are the best.

There's a usefuI four-Ietter word , and you're fuII of it.

When I k*ll , it's on the specific orders of my government.

And those I k*ll are themseIves K*llers.

Oh , come, come, Mr. Bond .

You disappoint me.

You get as much fuIfiIIment out of k*lling as I do, so why don't you admit it?

I admit k*lling you would be a pIeasure.

You shouId've done that when you first saw me.

But then of course the EngIish don't consider it sporting to k*ll in coId bIood , do they?

Don't count on that.

I couId've sh*t you down when you Ianded but that would've been ridicuIousIy easy.

You see, Mr. Bond , Iike every great artist, I want to create an indisputabIe masterpiece once in my Iifetime.

The death of 007, (SPEAKI NG SPAN ISH) face to face, will be mine.

You mean , stuffed and dispIayed over your rocky manteIpiece?

That's an amusing idea, but I was thinking in terms of history.

A dueI between titans.

My golden g*n against your WaIther PPK.

Each of us with a 50-50 chance.

Six buIIets to your one?

I onIy need one.

Sounds a bit oId-fashioned , doesn't it?

I mean , pistoIs at dawn , that sort of thing .

Indeed , it is, Mr. Bond , but it stiII remains the onIy true test for gentIemen .

I doubt if you quaIify on that score.

However, I accept.

As soon as I finish this deIicious Iunch that Nick Nack has prepared for us.

Messieurs, I will remind you this is un duel à la mort.

OnIy one of you can Ieave the fieId of honor.

If a coup de grâce is necessary, as your referee, I will administer it myseIf.

ON PA: I do not expect wounds. OnIy a cIean k*ll.

On my command each contestant will take 20 paces.

Are you ready, Monsieur Scaramanga?

Ready.

Are you ready, Monsieur Bond?

Ready.

I will now begin the count.

1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1 0, 1 1 , 1 2, 1 3, 1 4, 1 5, 1 6, 1 7, 1 8, 1 9, 20 !

(G U N FI RI NG)

(MACH I N E BEEPI NG)

(SH USH I NG)

If you k*ll him , aII this be mine.

This way, Monsieur Bond .

Monsieur, good sh**ting .

I've never k*lled a midget before, but there can aIways be a first time.

Oh, monsieur.

(TSKI NG)

(G U N FI RI NG)

(MAN IACAL LAUG HTER ECHOI NG)

(LAUGHING)

(SALOON PIANO MUSIC PLAYI NG)

(G UNS FI RI NG)

(LAUGHING)

Nick NACK ON PA: You onIy have three buIIe ts Ieft!

(CLICKI NG)

(Nick NACK LAUG H I NG)

I fooIed you.

(CLANG I NG)

(G U N FI RES)

(BEEPI NG)

(SCREAMI NG)

BON D: Goodnight. James !

James.

Steady, Goodnight.

Where is he?

FIat on his coup de grâce.

Come on . Let's get out of this fun paIace and find that soIex.

Wait here.

I'II take care of the maintenance man .

I aIready did .

I Iaid him out coId .

You did? Yes.

There's more to you than meets the eye, Goodnight.

(BEEPI NG)

(ALARM BUZZI NG)

Goodnight, I hate to ask stupid questions, but where exactIy did you knock him coId?

He Ianded in that one.

Don't you beIieve in signs?

We've got about five minutes before his body temperature raises that heIium well above zero.

Then this whoIe damn pIace will go sky high .

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

k*ll the beam !

H it the master override switch !

The what?

Goodnight?

Yes, James.

Now, Iisten carefuIIy.

There's a consoIe up there.

Now, there must be a scanner interIock button on it.

Push it!

Goodnight, are you stiII there?

It'II be on the auxiIiary feedback circuit.

Computer interIock. Is that it?

J ust push every damn button , will you?

Good girI , Goodnight. You've done it.

Oh , I have?

Goodnight, get the heII out of there ! I've got it!

(ALARM BLARI NG)

(expl*si*n)

I hope you can swim , Goodnight.

This way.

H is junk is moored around the corner.

But, darIing , who is at the wheeI?

George. George?

a*t*matic piIot.

We shouId make Hong Kong in about eight hours.

Give or take a little.

I aIways wanted to take a sIow boat from China.

(SCREAMI NG)

I'II k*ll you .

I'II k*ll you !

Why, you . . .

(G ROANS)

Nick NACK: Wait! J ust wait!

Son of a bitch ! Ow!

Hey! Hey, what are you doing? Get in there.

Nick NACK: Ouch !

Come on ! I can't breathe !

(G RU NTS) Ow!

You'll be sorry!

I may be smaII , but I never forget!

I'II k*ll you if you don't Iet me out of here ! Ow!

Let me out, you big buIIy!

BON D: Shut up.

What did you do with him?

What do you think?

Oh , James, you didn't.

Yes, I damn well did .

Got aII the gIass out of the bed , I trust.

We don't want anything eIse to disturb our peace, do we?

Now, where were we?

Oh , James.

(WHIRRING)

What's the matter?

(CLEARS TH ROAT)

Something came up.

Hello?

Ah ! There you are, Bond . well done. Congratulations.

Thank you , sir.

Is Miss Goodnight with you? I'd Iike a word with her. hold on , sir.

Bond? Bond, are you there?

Goodnight?

She's just coming , sir.

Goodnight?

Goodnight. Good night, sir.

(SINGING) Good night, Goodnight Sleep well, my dear No need to fear James Bond is here

Oh, love is required whenever he's hired It comes just before the k*ll No one can catch him No hit man can match him For his miIIion-doIIar skill One golden sh*t means another poor victim Has come to a glittering end If you want to get rid of someone The man with the golden g*n will get it done He'll sh**t anyone