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The Man with the Golden Gun (film)

1974 film directed by Guy Hamilton

The Man with the Golden Gun is a 1974 British-American action spy film, the sequel to 1973 film Live and Let Die in which James Bond is led to believe that he is targeted by the world's most expensive assassin and must hunt him down to stop him. It was followed by 1977 sequel film The Spy Who Loved Me.

Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Richard Maibaum and Tom Mankiewicz, based on the novel by Ian Fleming.
He never misses his target, and now his target is 007. taglines

James Bond

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  • Sorry I'm late. Bangkok traffic's worse than Piccadilly.
  • [To Nick Nack] I've never killed a midget before, but there can always be a first time.

Francisco Scaramanga

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  • [To Nick Nack] Not bad. Not bad at all. But you'll have to do better than that if you want to come into my money.
  • [To Nick Nack] You'll be the death of me yet, Nick Nack. [Shoots off fingers of a James Bond wax mannequin]

Mary Goodnight

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  • [Lying on bed] I always wanted to take a slow boat "from" China. [James lies on her kissing]

Sheriff J.W. Pepper

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  • [Riding with James] You're chasing somebody! Who you after this time, boy?! Commies?! Let's... [elbow jabs James] ...go get them, boy! I'm with you all the way! Uh-oh! [Notices Bangkok police in pursuit] I think we've got trouble! [Sticks head out window] Pull your cars over, you little brown pointy-heads! I'm a peace officer!
  • [To James] Which car are we all chasing, boy?!
  • [To a civilian driver] Move it! Move it! Get that piece of junk off the road! [Civilian driver drives off vendor stalls and lands on roof]
  • [James pulls up to a broken in half bridge] They went to the left, boy! Press that pedal, boy! Where the hell they got to?! You goofed, boy! Nearest bridge is two miles back!
  • [To James] You stay put, boy. This is my department! [Walks up to Bangkok police with wallet open] Glad to see you boys are on the ball! Sheriff J .W. Pepper, Louisiana State Police! Here's my identification! This is the Law Enforcement Association, American Legion! Me and my partner here, we're on a secret mission! [Officer puts handcuffs on J.W.] Hey! What the hell you doing?![Officer takes wallet] Hey! Give me my wallet back!
  • [To Bangkok police] You can't do this to me! I want my wallet back! Take these goddamn bracelets off! I'm gonna sue ya for false arrest, police brutality! 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 talking to ya, boy! [Francisco becomes airborne in vehicle converted into aircraft, to officers] What's the matter?! Ain't none of you pointy-heads ever seen an airplane before?!

Nick Nack

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  • [Hands envelope of cash to wacky maze victim] 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.
  • [Over PA to wacky maze victim attempting to open armory case] Oh! That would have been too easy. It's locked. You'll have to look elsewhere, monsieur.
  • [Over PA to wacky maze] 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. [Francisco attempts to accost gun only to realize its a reflection and Nick laughs maniacally] 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.
  • [Francisco kills opponent in wacky maze] Bravo, Monsieur Scaramanga. You've done it again. This one was the best, [in French] isn't it?
  • I'll get you yet, and I'II enjoy every soul you leave me.
  • [James and Francisco are on beach with backs to each other holding up guns] Messieurs, I will remind you this is un duel à la mort. Only one of you can leave the field of honor. If a coup de grâce is necessary, as your referee, I will administer it myself. I do not expect wounds. Only a clean kill. On my command each contestant will take 20 paces. Are you ready, Monsieur Scaramanga? [Francisco confirms] Are you ready, Monsieur Bond? [James confirms] I will now begin the count. [Counts to twenty with James and Francisco walking apart, and on twenty, James turns to see Francisco vanished]
  • [To James hunting Francisco in rocks] If you kill him , all this be mine. This way, Monsieur Bond. [Points to door] Monsieur, good shooting.
  • [James threatens to kill him] Oh, monsieur.
  • [Trapped in suit case] I may be small, but I never forget! I'll kill you if you don't let me out of here! Ow! Let me out, you big bully!

Wacky maze victim

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

Dialogue

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[After Saida's performance, Bond quietly sneaks to her dressing room. He knocks on her door]
Saida: Come in. [Fixing her hair when Bond walks in]
James Bond: Good evening. My name is Bond, James Bond. Your dancing is superb and so are you.
Saida: Merci. And you are very handsome.
Saida: Let us forget the past.
James Bond: Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.
Saida: Are you staying long in Beirut?
James Bond: Depends.
[As Bond and Saida kiss, Bond moves his hand down her belly and try and pluck the bullet from her belly button. But Saida is wise to this and moves his hand away from it and places it on her back. Bond pats it. Then he "accidentally" knocks over one of her lipsticks]
James Bond: Clumsy me. [As he bends down to pick it up, he begins to kiss her belly. Saida enjoys it] You really do have a magnificent abdomen.
[Bond visits a man in Hong Kong] who produces the golden bullets like the one he got from Saida]
Lazar: My relationship with a client Mr. Bond is strictly confidential, like a doctor or a priest.
James Bond: Of course, yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins.
Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.
James Bond: Exactly. [Swings a rifle barrel toward Lazar's crotch] I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.
Lazar: I have never seen Mr. Scaramanga.
James Bond: On a cost-per-bullet basis he must be your best customer.
Lazar: That is true, but unfortunately he seems only to fire them occasionally.
[James steadies his aim]
James Bond: When was the--uh--last shipment?
Lazar: Mr. Bond, this is impossible! I cannot...
[James fires, barely missing Lazar]
James Bond: You're quite right....an inch too low. [Reloads the rifle; Lazar, badly shaken, runs into a side room and returns with a cigarette pack full of gold bullets]
Lazar: I have just completed an order for immediate delivery.
James Bond: Who collects them?
Lazar: I swear I do not know! My instructions are to go to the casino, I am paid, and they vanish!
Male PA voice: [James climbs onto Queen Elizabeth wreck in Hong Kong harbor] Welcome aboard, Commander Bond. This way, sir. Down the hatchway, please.
British navy officer: Good evening, sir. would you follow me, please?
James Bond: Hmm. It certainly gives you a new slant.
British navy officer: What with the Chinese on one side and the American fleet on the other, down here's the only place in Hong Kong you can't be bugged. And, with current real estate prices in Hong Kong, quite practical, really.
James Bond: Any luck?
British navy officer: Chinese fighter we managed to salvage.
M: [James walks into office] Good evening, 007. Glad to see you're still with us. [Lieutenant Hip enters] In future, Commander Bond, if you must tour the world of Suzie Wong by night, kindly inform our man here, Lieutenant Hip.
Lieutenant Hip: Sorry, Commander. I had to get you away from the Hong Kong police but didn't know how much you knew.
James Bond: Nothing. But I think I should report, sir, that Scaramanga does not have a contract on me. He couldn't have missed me tonight. Instead he hit some chap coming out of a club. I got quite a shock when I saw who it was. I should think you did. Our missing solar energy expert, Gibson.
M: Yes, Gibson. He was prepared to come back under certain conditions. That's why I'm out here with Professor Frazier. Lieutenant Hip was making a preliminary contact. I almost wish that Scaramanga had a contract on you. Was Gibson cooperative?
Lieutenant Hip: He wanted to bargain for immunity. Suggested another meeting in Bangkok to discuss terms.
M: Why Bangkok?
Lieutenant Hip: I got the impression he worked there for Hai Fat.
Professor Frazier: That name's come up before.
Q: A multimillionaire. Head of Hai Fat Enterprises. All of them legitimate as far as we know.
Professor Frazier: What did Gibson propose bargaining with, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Hip: A SOLEX. Claimed it was 95% efficient. If he developed a solar cell that efficient, he solved the energy crisis.
M: So you've told me. Coal and oil will soon be depleted . Uranium's too dangerous. Geothermal and tidal control too expensive. I know all that. Where's the SOLEX now?
Q: SOLEX agitator, sir. The essential unit to convert radiation from the sun into electricity on an industrial basis. [Gestures] It's only about that size.
Professor Frazier: It won't take me long to check out Gibson's efficiency claim. [Stutters] This is really exciting. May I see it, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Hip: He showed it to me at the bar and replaced it in his pocket. And after he was shot, it wasn't there. I looked.
M: Gentlemen, I congratulate you. Instead of getting our hands on a perfected SOLEX, we're left with a useless corpse and no leads.
James Bond: One lead, sir. Assuming Gibson was killed by Scaramanga, whoever hired him could afford a million dollars.
M: Are you suggesting Hai Fat?
James Bond: He could afford it.
Lieutenant Hip: Out of petty cash.
James Bond: A thought has just occurred to me, sir. If Hai Fat hired Scaramanga, it's highly unlikely that he met him personally.
M: Why?
James Bond: [Walks to desk, picks up paper pad and writes on it] 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'll need this. [Hands paper to Q]
Q: Really, 007!
James Bond: I admit, it's a little kinky.
M: You'll take Miss Goodnight with you.
James Bond: Goodnight, sir?
M: After tonight's debacle, an efficient liaison officer wouldn't come amiss.
James Bond: Thank you, sir.
Lieutenant Hip: [Walking with James] You won't get anywhere near Hai Fat. I have some relatives in Bangkok. I have often passed his place. He lives in a big house on a mountainside surrounded by guards.
Souvenir hawker boy: [On James boat holding wooden elephant sculpture] Elephant. Real elephant. 50 baht. You are very handsome man. Elephant. Real elephant. 50 baht. 40 baht. For you, mister, 20 baht.
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: I'll tell you what, sonny, I'II give you 20,000 baht if you can make this heap go any faster!
Souvenir hawker boy: 20,000 baht.
James Bond: [Pushes boy overboard] I'm afraid I'll have to owe you!
Souvenir hawker boy: Bloody tourist! 20,000 baht!
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: [James boat goes by J.W.'s boat] Goddamn little brown water hog!
Maybelle Pepper: Oh, what's the matter, J .W., hon?
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: You just try that in my bayou, boy! I'd haul your ass!
Maybelle Pepper: Oh, look, J.W. I just gotta have me one of those cute little elephants.
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Elephant?! We're Democrats, Maybelle! [James boat plows through locals boat cutting it in half] If you got your little pointy heads out of them pajamas, you wouldn't be late for work! [To Elephant rifling in his pocket with trunk] Get your cotton-picking schnoz out of my pants. Hear, now?! Boy, you is ugly!
Francisco Scaramanga: [After James has broken out of Hai Fat's karate school] What do they teach at that school? Belly dancing?
Hai Fat: I find nothing remotely amusing about Mr. Bond's escape.
Francisco Scaramanga: You underestimated him.
Fat: Even my influence does not extend into the British Secret Service. I shall lie low too. I do not intend to jeopardize a project in which I have invested half my fortune, when it is ready to yield billions.
Francisco Scaramanga: Where will you hide out?
Fat: That is not your concern. Now, take this... [he hands Francisco the SOLEX agitator] Return it to the plant and don't leave there without my permission. [He doesn't see Francisco assembling the Golden Gun] May I remind you that you work for me. I took you on as a junior partner to be an occasional convenience, nothing more. I did not pay you to interfere in my affairs. Is that clear?
Francisco Scaramanga: Yes, very clear.
Fat: I now regret having even considered employing your services, but that is beside the point. Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok; he's never seen you. But he has seen me. That's the problem.
Francisco Scaramanga: That's no problem. [Shoots Fat dead, then disassembles the Golden Gun as one of Fat's aides comes to investigate]
Aide: What happened?
Francisco Scaramanga: Mr. Fat has just resigned. I'm the new Chairman of the Board. [Goes outside, looks over at Fat's family tomb] He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it.
James Bond: [Enters hotel room] Ah. Goodnight, what a pleasant surprise. My hard-to-get act didn't last very long, did it? I was trained to expect the unexpected, but they never prepared me for anything like you in a nightie. [Mary walks up to James kissing and they lie on bed]
Mary Goodnight: James, I thought this would never happen. What made you change your mind?
James Bond: I'm weak. [Door opens, James gets up, turns off lights, aims gun at door and Mary hides under bed sheets] Don't move. [Andrea enters, and James turns lights on] Miss Anders. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.
Andrea Anders: I bribed the bellboy to let me in. I've come to warn you. You're in great danger. [Sits on bed]
James Bond: [Sits on bed still pointing gun] I usually am. That's why I use the old three-pillow trick.
Andrea Anders: Please believe me. I'm risking my life to come here. [James lowers gun to side]
James Bond: Well, your concern for my well-being is touching but puzzles me.
Andrea Anders: Scaramanga is in Bangkok.
James Bond: He was in Hong Kong, too, but not after me. We've been through that routine.
Andrea Anders: He's a monster. I hate him.
James Bond: Then leave him.
Andrea Anders: You don't walk out on Scaramanga. There's no place he wouldn't find me.
James Bond: You need a good lawyer.
Andrea Anders: I need 007. Who do you think sent that bullet to London with your number on it? I did. And it wasn't easy getting his fingerprint on the note.
James Bond: You'll forgive me if I've been a little slow on the uptake.
Andrea Anders: Don't you see you're the only man in the world who can kill him?
James Bond: What gives you that idea?
Andrea Anders: The way Scaramanga speaks about you. Even has a likeness of you.
James Bond: I'm flattered.
Andrea Anders: I want him dead. Name your price. Anything. I'll pay it. You can have me, too, if you like. I'm not unattractive.
James Bond: At last you're starting to tell the truth. [Andrea puts hand on his shoulder and leans in]
Andrea Anders: I've dreamed about you setting me free. [Kisses him]
James Bond: I've been dreaming about a SOLEX agitator. Ever heard of one?
Andrea Anders: Perhaps you can have that, too. [Leaves]
Mary Goodnight: [James leads her to armoir and opens it, with her pointing to the side] No, my clothes are in there.
James Bond: [Pushes her in] Get in! [Closes armoir doors]
Mary Goodnight: [Opens armoir door] I'll kill that woman.
James Bond: [Shuts armoir door] Later!
Mary Goodnight: You're late.
James Bond: It was a double feature.
Mary Goodnight: What are you doing?
James Bond: Putting my jewelry away. You can come out now.
Mary Goodnight: What time is it?
James Bond: 2:00-ish .
Mary Goodnight: 2:00?! Do you mean I've been in here for two hours?!
James Bond: All in the line of duty.
Mary Goodnight: Duty?! I'm resigning in the morning!
James Bond: Oh, Goodnight, come on, don't let us down. The Service needs women like you.
Mary Goodnight: Well, obviously you don't.
James Bond: Forgive me, darling. Your turn will come, I promise. As soon as she brings me that SOLEX.
Mary Goodnight: For killing Scaramanga?
James Bond: If she gets me the SOLEX agitator first.
Mary Goodnight: First? James, you must be good.
James Bond: Hmm. We'll find out about that the next time I meet her. She's making the arrangements.
Mary Goodnight: [From Francisco's trunk] James? Are yo u still there? James! Can you hear me?! James!
James Bond: All right, Goodnight. Don't panic.
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Who's that?
James Bond: It's, er... it's Headquarters.
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Let me talk to 'em. [Takes walkie talkie] Hello. This is Sheriff J.W. Pepper, Louisiana State Police! You call my wife at the Narai Hotel and tell her I'm on a mission. I've been deputised. Right?
James Bond: Right.
[Bond makes contact with Andrea Anders at a Muay Thai arena, but notices she's already dead. Scaramanga sits beside him as he tries to search her handbag for the SOLEX]
Francisco Scaramanga: You won't find it in there Mr. Bond. I looked before you came. [Senses Bond preparing to shoot him] I wouldn't do that either. Look behind you. [Bond looks behind him and doesn't see anything] Lower.
[Nick Nack is seated behind Bond with some peanuts and a gun]
James Bond: A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original! What will they think of next?
Francisco Scaramanga: When I was a boy, I was brought up in a circus. My only real friend was a huge, magnificent African bull elephant. One day, his handler mistreated him and he went berserk. Bleeding, dying, he came and found me, stood on one leg, his best trick, picked me up and put me on his back. The drunken handler came along and emptied his gun into his eye... I emptied my stage pistol into his!
[As he makes his monologue, Bond notices the SOLEX and orders peanuts from a seller, then gives the SOLEX to him by sleight of hand]
James Bond: An eye for an eye. Nut?
Scaramanga: You see, Mr. Bond, I always thought I liked animals. Then I discovered that I liked killing people even more. [Bond looks agape at him with the last few words]
Francisco Scaramanga: [On the dead Andrea Anders] Forget the girl, she's replaceable. But I shall find what she stole from me. Personally, I've got nothing against you, Mr. Bond, and to keep it that way, let us hope our paths never cross again. Please don't try to follow me.
James Bond: Your peanut-toting friend back there wouldn't like it?
Scaramanga: No, he wouldn't.
J.W. Pepper: [James climbs into vehicle of an [[w:Automotive industy in United States|American motors dealership]
How about a demonstration , boy?
James Bond: Certainly, sir. [Bursts through showroom window and proceeds to a chase]
J.W. Pepper: [James has stopped vehicle at a bridge that is contorted with an absent middle section] God damn! What the. . . what's going on?! What the hell you doing now, boy?! The bridge is that way! You're not thinking of. . .
James Bond: [Micking Southern accent] I sure am... "boy". [Driving to bridge] Ever heard of Evel Knievel? [Drives vehicle over bridge going airborne and doing a barrel roll and then lands with ease]
J.W. Pepper: [From backseat] Wowee! I ain't never done that before!
James Bond: Neither have I, actually.
J.W. Pepper: [Gets out of vehicle] Let's go get 'em, boy! [Bangkok police cruisers pull up] You stay put, boy. This is my department.
Nick Nack: [Walks up to James with wine bottle on tray who just arrived on beach of Scaramanga's island] I am Nick Nack. Dom Perignon [In French] '64.
James Bond: [Adjusts tie] I prefer the '62 myseIf. Still, beats a bag of peanuts.
Nick Nack: Monsieur Scaramanga will welcome you personally.
Francisco Scaramanga: [Shoots off cork of wine bottle behind a cliff face, and then walks up] Forgive me, Mr. Bond. A vulgar display, but I couldn't resist it because I am so delighted to see you again. [Places toy on Nick's tray] A harmless toy. I am, as you can see now, completely 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 loneliest profession, so let us spend a few pleasant hours together.
James Bond: How can I refuse such a gracious invitation?
Francisco Scaramanga: Splendid. Splendid! [Walks to cave compound with James] Nick Nack, I expect you to surpass yourself. He's a Cordon Bleu, you know.
James Bond: By the way, where's Miss Goodnight?
Francisco Scaramanga: Oh, she's around here somewhere. There's no way for her to leave, so she does as she pleases. How do you like my island?
James Bond: A bit off the beaten track, isn't it?
Francisco Scaramanga: It's rent-free. I do my landlords an occasional favor. A cozy arrangement.
James Bond: Servant problem, I suppose.
Francisco Scaramanga: [Opens elevator doors] Not at all. Nick Nack does for me very nicely. Usually there's just the two of us, but having guests is no inconvenience. We're entirely self-supporting. We have every electrical laborsaving device you could possibly think of. This is an air lock, as you are doubtless aware. Automatic, of course. [They walk through air lock glass doors] Naturally, we have an ample supply of electricity here. Let me show you. [Opens steel door and they walk into electric generating station]
James Bond: This should run a few electric toothbrushes.
Francisco Scaramanga: Up here.
James Bond: A solar energy station. So this is what it's all about. Thermoelectric generators to convert solar energy into electricity. All built by Hai Fat's construction company, no doubt.
Francisco Scaramanga: Somehow I seem to have inherited it from him. It's all fully automated. That's Kra, maintenance and security. He looks after everything in here. Nick Nack does everything else when he isn't polishing the silver. They tell me the electricity is stored in here somewhere. Science was never my strong point.
James Bond: Superconductivity coils cooled by liquid helium. If I were you, I wouldn't stick my finger, or anything else for that matter, in there. At 453 degrees below zero, that liquid helium would break it off like an icicle.
Francisco Scaramanga: You really 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 themselves.
James Bond: But no SOLEX until the money is in the bank. Right?
Francisco Scaramanga: Right.
James Bond: I have run across similar situations.
Francisco Scaramanga: Not what I've got here. This way the highest bidder can build hundreds of these stations and sell franchises for hundreds more. He will literally have the sun in his pocket. [Steps into elevator] A monopoly on solar power.
James Bond: The oil sheiks will pay you just to keep solar energy off the market.
Francisco Scaramanga: The thought had occurred to me. [Walks into control room] This is the collection point.
James Bond: [Peers down shaft to see SOLEX transplanted in circuitry octagon] Ah. So that's where it belongs. Our famous SOLEX in the still down there transmits heat to the thermal generators. [Points to metal box held up by mechanical arm] It's collected through this? But where is it collected from?
Francisco Scaramanga: You need the sun. Watch that mushroom-shaped rock. [A tower sprouts up from rock tower and two solar panel wings spread] Ingenious, isn't it?
James Bond: The panels lock on to the sun and then track it automatically.
Francisco Scaramanga: Something like that, yes.
James Bond: Ah. Reflected through this, those panels must produce a heat of at least 3,500 degrees Fahrenheit.
Francisco Scaramanga: If you say so, Mr. Bond. But I do know that we can focus the power wherever we want. Over here. I'll show you. [Gets ahold of laser gun] This is a bonus. Goes with the SOLEX. No extra charge. This is the part I really like. [Uses laser gun to destroy James plane on the beach] Now, that's what I call solar power.
James Bond: That's what I call trouble.
Francisco Scaramanga: You must admit, Mr. Bond, I am now undeniably the Man with the golden gun.
[Goodnight enters the dining room, wearing a bikini. Bond is surprised]
Francisco Scaramanga: Ah, Miss Goodnight.
Mary Goodnight: James!
James Bond: Aren't we a little overdressed, Goodnight?
Francisco Scaramanga: I like a girl in a bikini. No concealed weapons. [Shows Goodnight to her chair] Miss Goodnight, please. Mr. Bond. [Bond sits next to her as Nick Nack places a tray on the table] Now, let's see what Nick Nack has for us. [He lifts the tray's lid] Ahh- mushrooms. [As he sits down across from Bond, Goodnight takes a hasty look at the mushrooms and glances meaningfully at Bond])
Mary Goodnight: The fried mushroom looks terribly interesting.
James Bond: Yes, I noticed that- I'll get around to it later. [Scaramanga subtly places several pieces of his Golden Gun on the table as Nick Nack pours wine] Having fun in the sun, Goodnight?
Mary Goodnight: [Sarcastically] Yes- I could stay here forever. [Scaramanga watches them]
James Bond: [Tastes the wine, Scaramanga gives him an inquiring look] Mmm, excellent- slightly reminiscent of a '34 Mouton.
Francisco Scaramanga: [Nods, pulls out a gold-plated pen that doubles as the barrel of the Golden Gun] Then I must add it to my cellar. [Writes it down]
James Bond: You live well, Scaramanga.
Francisco Scaramanga: At a million dollars 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. [Raises his glass in a toast] To us, Mr. Bond. We are the best. [He and Goodnight drink, but Bond does not]
James Bond: [Coldly] There's a useful four letter word... and you're full of it. [Francisco sets down his wine, his expression cold] When I kill, it is on the specific orders of my government. And those I kill are themselves killers.
Francisco Scaramanga: Ha! [Takes the various pieces of the Golden Gun and moves them into his lap, out of sight] Come, come, Mr. Bond, you disappoint me. You get as much fulfillment out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it?
James Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
Francisco Scaramanga: [Smirks] Then you should have done that when you first saw me. But then, of course, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?
James Bond: Don't count on that. [Reaches for his gun, but Scaramanga raises his Golden Gun, which he has surreptitiously put together]
Francisco Scaramanga: [Quietly] ...I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. [Bond slowly moves his hand away from his pistol] You see, Mr. Bond, like all great artists I want to create one indisputable masterpiece. The death of 007 -mano a mano, face to face- will be mine.
James Bond: You mean, stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?
Francisco Scaramanga: It's an amusing idea, but I was thinking more in terms of history. A duel between titans... my golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us a 50-50 chance.
James Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Francisco Scaramanga: I only need one.
James Bond: ...Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it? Pistols and dawn, that sort of thing?
Francisco Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr Bond. But it still remains the only true test, for gentlemen.
James Bond: I doubt you'll qualify on that score. However, I accept. As soon as I finish this delicious lunch Nick Nack has prepared for us.
Mary Goodnight: James!
James Bond: Steady, Goodnight.
Mary Goodnight: Where is he?
James Bond: Flat on his coup de grâce. Come on. Let's get out of this fun palace and find that SOLEX. Wait here. I'II take care of the maintenance man .
Mary Goodnight: I already did. I laid him out cold.
James Bond: You did?
Mary Goodnight: Yes.
James Bond: There's more to you than meets the eye, Goodnight. [Alarm beeps] Goodnight, I hate to ask stupid questions, but where exactly did you knock him cold?
Mary Goodnight: He landed in that one.
James Bond: Don't you believe in signs? We've got about five minutes before his body temperature raises that helium well above zero. Then this whole damn place will go sky high.
Mary Goodnight: I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Mary Goodnight: What did you do with him?
James Bond: What do you think?
Mary Goodnight: Oh, James, you didn't.
James Bond: Yes, I damn well did. Got all the glass out of the bed, I trust. We don't want anything else to disturb our peace, do we? Now, where were we? [Comes onto her]
Mary Goodnight: Oh , James.

Taglines

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  • He never misses his target, and now his target is 007.
  • Roger Moore as James Bond 007.
  • The man with the golden gun is ready to assassinate James Bond.
  • The world's greatest villains tried to kill James Bond. Now it's Scaramanga's turn to try.

About The Man with the Golden Gun (film)

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  • I remember Guy Hamilton wanting me to be tougher with Maud Adams in The Man with the Golden Gun where I was trying to get information from her and I start twisting her arm, which I didn’t like doing particularly, and Guy said, 'You’ve got to do it and she’s going to say, you’re hurting my arm, and you’ve got to say, I’ll break it, and mean it.’ So I bent it for those brief few moments.

Cast

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