007之金枪人 The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)【完整台词】

Nick Nack, Tabasco.

Right away, Monsieur Scaramanga.

Hey.

Half.

You get the rest later.

Wait for him in there,
through that door.

He will join you in a minute.

Your steam bath is ready,
Monsieur Scaramanga.

Oh.

That would have been too easy.

It's locked.
You'll have to look
elsewhere, Monsieur.

Hey, Al. Al.

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

I wonder where you can find
your gun, Monsieur Scaramanga.

Your little golden gun.

Where can it be?

There is something we
haven't had before.

I wonder what it can be.

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.

Bravo, Monsieur Scaramanga.
You've done it again.

This one was the best, is it not?

Not bad. Not bad at all.

But You'll have to
do better than that

if you want to come into my money.

I'll get you yet, and I'll
enjoy every sou you leave me.

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

♪ He has a powerful weapon ♪

♪ He charges a million a shot ♪

♪ An assassin that's
second to none ♪

♪ The man with the golden gun ♪

♪ Lurking in some
darkened doorway ♪

♪ Or crouched on a
rooftop somewhere ♪

♪ In the next room,
or this very one ♪

♪ The man with the golden gun ♪

♪ Love is required
whenever he's hired ♪

♪ It comes just before the kill ♪

♪ No one can catch him, no
hit man can match him ♪

♪ For his million-dollar skill ♪

♪ One golden shot means
another poor victim ♪

♪ Has come to a glittering end ♪

♪ For a price, he'll
erase anyone ♪

♪ The man with the golden gun ♪

♪ His eye may be on you or me ♪

♪ Who will he bang? ♪

♪ We shall see ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Love is required
whenever he's hired ♪

♪ It comes just before the kill ♪

♪ No one can catch him, no
hit man can match him ♪

♪ For his million-dollar skill ♪

♪ One golden shot means
another poor victim ♪

♪ Has come to a glittering end ♪

♪ If you want to get
rid of someone ♪

♪ The man with the golden gun ♪

♪ Will get it done ♪

♪ He'll shoot anyone ♪

♪ With his golden gun ♪

Good morning, sir.

Colthorpe.

Chief of Staff.

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

Scaramanga?

Oh, yes. The Man
with the Golden Gun.

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

Mother, English, a snake charmer.

He was a spectacular trick shot
artist by the time he was 10

and a local Rio gunman at 15.

The KGB recruited him there
and trained him in Europe

where he became an overworked,
underpaid assassin.

He went independent
in the late '50s.

Current price, $1 million a hit.

No photograph on file.

But he does have one
distinguishing feature, however,

a superfluous papilla.

A what?

A mammary gland.

A third nipple, sir.

He always uses a golden bullet,
hence, Man with the Golden Gun.

Present domicile unknown.

I think that's all.

Why, sir?

Charming trinket.

Even has my number on it.

Precisely.

Obviously it's
useless as a bullet.

I mean, sir, who would pay a
million dollars to have me killed?

Jealous husbands, outraged
chefs, humiliated tailors.

The list is endless.

Moreover, this trinket,
as you call it,

was sent with a note requesting
special delivery to you.

It's initialled with an "S."

Scaramanga's
fingerprints were on it.

They've been verified by the CIA.

Why would he alert me?

Psychological.

He counts on his reputation to
terrify his intended victim.

Thank you, gentlemen.

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

- Sir?
- Yes?

The energy crisis
is still with us.

I respectfully submit
that finding Gibson

and his solar cell data is
even more important than ever.

It is indeed.

And I can't jeopardise
it or any mission

by having Scaramanga pop up
and put a bullet in you.

I'll endorse your
request to resign.

Or you can take a sabbatical and

go to ground until
this matter's settled.

Or until he kills me.

Nobody knows where he is
or what he looks like.

So I think it's fair to assume
that he has the edge on you.

Wouldn't you agree?
That's all, 007.

If I found him first, sir,

that might change the situation.

Dramatically.

Wouldn't you say?

Good day, Bond.

Moneypenny, Fairbanks...

Alaska?

No, Bill Fairbanks, 002.

Oh, poor Bill. I miss him.

The Man with the
Golden Gun didn't.

Officially, that was
never confirmed.

Where was 002 when it happened?

Beirut, '69.

In a cabaret with a
lady called Saida.

Beirut?

Moneypenny, you are
better than a computer.

In all sorts of ways.

But you never take
advantage of them.

- Miss Moneypenny.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, just one moment, darling.

Yes, James?

Why wasn't Scaramanga
confirmed as the killer?

Because they couldn't
find the bullet,

darling.

Ahmed.

Good evening. My name is Bond.

James Bond.

Your dancing is superb.

So are you.

And you are very handsome.

Well, I don't usually
intrude like this, but I...

I believe we had a mutual friend.

Bill Fairbanks.

Fairbanks?

Yes.

I'm told you were with him

when he was rather
rudely interrupted.

Bill. What a terrible night.

I will never forget it.

Did you see who shot him?

No. I was in his arms.

My eyes were closed.

At least he died happy.

The bullet went through him.

Through his back and
ended up there?

No, no, through his neck.

I take it out of the wall
before the police arrive.

And now it is my lucky charm.

I never dance without it.

I'm sure Bill would
have loved that.

But let us forget the past.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Are you staying long in Beirut?

It depends.

Clumsy of me.

You really do have a
magnificent abdomen.

Oh, my perfumes. No.

I've lost my charm.

Not from where I'm standing.

Taxi? Hotel, mister?