Amazon Prime Video original film Goldfinger was released December 22nd, 1964.
#SeanConnery’s tenure as 007 yielded $325.1M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 99%
metacritic: 87
imdb: 7.7
James Bond
Special Agent 007 is sent to investigate a gold tycoon in Switzerland.
“Thank you. At least he won’t be using heroin-flavored bananas to finance revolutions. I’ll be on it but first I have some unfinished business to attend to. Forgive me. I have a slight inferiority complex. Where was I? Yes. Shocking. Positively shocking. That’s nice. Very nice.” — James Bond
“No, a little lower, darling. Felix! Felix, how are you? Dink, meet Felix Leiter. Dink, say goodbye to Felix. Man talk. They got a lot closer to you in Jamaica, didn’t they? But what’s on your mind? I’m on holiday. Might have known M wouldn’t book me into book me into the best hotel in Miami Beach out of pure gratitude.” — James Bond
“Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish. What’s the tie-up with Washington? And where do I find him? You can fill me in on the rest at dinner. Miss? Yes, I know. You’re very sweet. Bond. James Bond. What’s your name? Jill who? Tell me, Jill, why does he do it? Why do you do it? Is that all he pays you for? Just seen? I’m so glad. You’re much too nice to be mixed up in anything like this, you know. Now hear this, Goldfinger. Your luck has just changed. I doubt very much if the Miami Beach police would take kindly to what you’re doing. Nod your head if you agree. Nod! Good. Now start losing, Goldfinger.” — James Bond
“Shall we say, $10,000? No, let’s be generous. Let’s make it 15,000. Over and out. That should keep him occupied for quite some time. Call me James. What on earth are we going to do about it? I’ll tell you at dinner. I know the best place in town. That makes two of us. Hello. Felix. What’s that? Dinner? No. Look, I’m sorry. I can’t. Something big’s come up. Right… how about breakfast? Yes, 9:00 will be fine. Good night, Felix.” — James Bond
“It’s lost it’s chill. It’s all right, there’s another in the fridge. My dear girl, there are somethings that just aren’t done, such as drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above a temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs. Now, where is this passion juice? Jill?” — James Bond
“Beach 79432, room 119. Hello, Felix? Get over here right away. The girl’s dead. No. Masterson, Jill Masterson, and she’s covered in paint. Gold paint. She died if skin suffocation. It’s been known to happen to cabaret dancers. It’s all right as long as you leave at the base of the spine to allow the skins to breath. And I know who.” — James Bond
“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. I know it when I see it. Now, what do you know about gold, Moneypenny? One of these days we really must look into that. Nothing would give me greater pleasure, but unfortunately I do have a business appointment. Moneypenny, won’t you ever believe me? I take it you mean smuggling?” — James Bond
“I’d say it was a 30-year-old Fine indifferently blended, sir… with an overdose of Bons Bois. Why move it? And has he? I think it’s time Mr. Goldfinger and I met. Socially, of course. I’ll need some sort of bait. Of course, sir.” — James Bond
“Morning, Q. My, we are busy this morning. Where’s my Bentley? But it’s never let me down. Ingenious. And useful, too. Allow a man to stop off for a quick one en route. You’d be surprised the amount of wear and tear that goes on out there in the field. Anything else? And why not? Ejector seat? You’re joking. Yes? How do you do? Fine. That’ll be splendid. Shall we make it a shilling a hole?” — James Bond
“My game? Part of a smelt of 600. When the Nazis were on the run. Yes, from the same source. Yes, and all square. No, what do you have in mind? It’s worth £5,000. Naturally. But of course. Bad luck. You’re in the rough. What a pity. Here it is. Strict rules of golf, Goldfinger. Five minutes are almost up. A lost ball will cost you a stroke and distance. Successfully, too.” — James Bond
“It isn’t. I’m standing on it. Leave it. Yes, Slazenger 7. Let’s have a little fun with Mr. Goldfinger. Would you like me to mark it or knock it in? That’s right. One to go. That’ll be the clincher. If he doesn’t notice the switch. It’s all right. I have to sink this to halve the game, right? You win, Goldfinger. You play a Slazenger 1, don’t you? 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.” — James Bond
“She’s a beauty. Phantom III, ’37, isn’t she? Why, thank you. I see. You’re worried about me not giving you a return game. Remarkable. But what does the club secretary have to say? That would be perfectly satisfactory. I believe this is yours. Thank you very much. Discipline, 007. Discipline. Are you all right? Here, let me help you. You know, you’re lucky to be alive. A double blowout. I’ve never seen one of these before. Defect of some kind, most likely.” — James Bond
M / Colonel Smithers
“Gold? All over? Someone obviously didn’t. 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.”
“What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion. Meet me here at 7:00. Black tie. 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.”
“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 amount 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 unauthorized leakages. 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? 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. 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.”
“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 jeweler. 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 was hoping you’d say that. It might lead to a business talk, Mr. Goldfinger’s kind of business. 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.”
Q
“Good morning, 007. This way, please. It’s not perfected yet. It’s had it’s day, I’m afraid. 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. It’s 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.”
“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. 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 defense 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.”
“‘Cause you’ll release this section of the roof and engage and then fire the passenger ejector seat. I never joke about my work, 007.”
Auric Goldfinger
“Morning, Mr. Simmons. Ready for our little game? Could I have my usual seat? Same stakes? Did you say five? Okay.”
“Four. How many?”
“Ready, Blacking? Where is he? How do you do? I’ll take some tees. You must excuse Oddjob, Mr. Bond. He’s an honorable manservant, but mute. He’s not a very good caddie. Golf is not the national game of Korea, hey?”
“This meeting is not a coincidence, hmm? What’s your game, Mr. Bond? You didn’t come here to play golf. The 1940 smelt from the Weigenhaler foundry at Essen. They vanished in 1944. And you have access to more? Interesting. Two holes to go.”
“Then you have no objection to increasing the stakes? The bar of gold you have with you, naturally. I’ll stake the cash equivalent. Strict rules of golf? I’m still training him as a caddie. Slazenger Number 1? Good. Play it. This for a half. Fine.”
“Down in five. It seems I’m too good for you. Yes, why? You are a clever, resourceful man, Mr. Bond. Perhaps too clever. Twice our paths have crossed, let’s leave it at that. I should think our first meeting would have convinced you. 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.”
“Nothing, Mr. Bond. I own the club. I assume you want the check made out to cash. Goodbye, Mr. Bond.”
Tilly Masterson
“No thanks to you. You should have pulled over further. How could new tires…”
Switzerland
“Yes, sir. There’s an old member dropped by, sir. Same handicap as yours, I wondered if you’d rather play with him. Mr. Bond? This is Mr. Goldfinger. You can go straight off, the first tee is clear. I’ll get Hawker to carry for you, Mr. Bond. Yes, of course.”
“No, it’s not. He plays a Slazenger 1. If that’s his original ball, I’m Arnold Palmer. How do you know? Why, you crafty old… the ball you found, sir? Did you switch them, sir? Then we’ve got him. It’s your honor, sir!”
“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. Right, sir.”
Moneypenny
“The only gold I know about is the kind you wear. You know, on the third finger of your left hand. What about tonight? You’ll come around for dinner, and I’ll cook you a beautiful angel cake. That’s the flimsiest excuse you’ve ever given me. Some girls have all the luck. Who is she, James? So there’s hope for me yet.”
Mr. Simmons
“Sure, I’m ready. When you’re 10 grand in the hole, you’re ready for anything. You and your suntan. Let’s double it. $5 a point. My luck’s gotta change sometime.”
“So soon? Seven, 12, 18, 32, 44. Come on, come on. That’s more like it. Well, I can see this is really my day. Gin.”
Miami Beach / Felix
“How’s this? Just here? I thought I’d find you in good hands. Hello. Hi, Dink. You must be slipping, 007, letting the opposition get that close to you. Not anymore, you’re not. Signal from London. He asked us to keep an eye on him for you. He’s British, but he doesn’t sound like it. Big operator. Worldwide interests, all apparently quite reputable. Owns one of the finest stud farms in the States.”
“He’s clean, as far as CIA is concerned. That’s his pigeon waiting for him now. Goldfinger’s been taking him to the cleaners every day for a week. That Goldfinger’s a fabulous card player. I’ll get back to the office and cable M you’re on the job. Fine, I’ll call you later.”
“Hey, what do you… That’s Mr. Goldfinger’s suite. He just drew the king of clubs. That makes his count 59. He’s got a diamond run, eight, nine, ten. He’s 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? Jill. Jill Masterson. He likes to win. He pays me. And for being seen with him. Just seen. May I see? I’m beginning to like you, Mr. Bond.”
“More than anyone I’ve met in a long time, James. Yes, what? Where?”
“Leiter here. Well, now. Okay. Not too early. I’ll call you around 9:00. So long, James. Why, you… who needs it?”
“Yes, Mr. Bond? Hello? Dink?”
Latin America
“Congratulations. Mr. Ramirez and his friends will be out of business. Don’t go back to your hotel, senor. They’ll be watching it. There’s a plane leaving for Miami in an hour.”
“Why do you always wear that thing.”
