NT. LASER ROOM – NIGHT
Bond lies in darkness on his back on a metal table. He comes to. DOLLY BACK as he struggles to rise. He finds his arms and legs are tied to the table. The lights come on with a swooshing sound. Bond looks to one side.
GOLDFINGER (O.S.) Good evening, double-o-seven.
Bond looks the other way.
WIDE ANGLE – THE LASER ROOM
The table is in the middle of the room. A laser gun is aimed just behind Bond’s head.
Beyond him, stairs lead up to a control room. Goldfinger walks down the stairs, wearing a gold dinner jacket, a shirt with gold buttons and a black bow-tie. Behind him are LING, KISCH, MELLINGER and THREE GUARDS.
BOND My name is James Bond.
GOLDFINGER (slipping his hands into his pockets) And members of your curious profession are few in number.
Goldfinger approaches the table.
GOLDFINGER You have been recognized – let’s say by one of your opposite numbers, who is also licensed to kill. — Oh, that interesting car of yours!
PAN on Goldfinger as he moves to the right. The laser gun comes into view. Goldfinger wipes his eye and laughs.
GOLDFINGER I, too, have a new toy, but considerably more practical.
BOND glances up at the laser gun.
GOLDFINGER (O.S.) You are looking at an industrial laser…
BOND’S POV – THE LASER GUN
GOLDFINGER (O.S.) … which emits an extraordinary light, not to be found in nature.
GOLDFINGER looks down at him and paces back past the table.
GOLDFINGER It can project a spot on the moon — or, at closer range, cut through solid metal. I will show you.
Goldfinger turns and snaps his fingers at the control room.
Delsing flips a switch as Kisch, Ling and Wong look on.
The barrel of the laser gun moves down Bond’s torso. He raises himself onto his elbows and looks at it.
TILT UP to show its blue coils gleaming as it keeps moving downwards.
LONG SHOT – THE LASER ROOM
The barrel of the laser gun comes to rest, aiming between Bond’s legs. Suddenly the laser light goes on, gleaming red.
Bond looks down at it.
The laser beam starts cutting the outer edge of the tabletop, which is gold-coloured.
Goldfinger looks down smiling.
Bond looks down not smiling.
The laser beam continues burning through the table-top.
INTERCUT – BOND AND GOLDFINGER
GOLDFINGER (pointing to the table–top) This is gold, Mister Bond. All my life I’ve been in love with its colour, its brilliance, its divine heaviness.
Bond looks up at Goldfinger then down at his legs.
The laser beam keeps cutting through the table-top, moving toward Bond’s crotch.
GOLDFINGER I welcome any enterprise which will increase my stock, which is considerable.
Bond looks at Goldfinger then down at his crotch again.
The laser beam keeps cutting through the table–top.
BOND I think you’ve made your point, Goldfinger. Thank you for the demonstration.
GOLDFINGER (studying the beam) Choose your next witticism carefully, Mister Bond. It may be your last.
The laser beam continues cutting upwards. Bond looks at it then up at Goldfinger.
GOLDFINGER The purpose of our two previous encounters is now very clear to me. I do not intend to be distracted by another. Good-night, Mister Bond.
Goldfinger turns away.
Bond looks from Goldfinger to a spot between his legs. The laser beam keeps cutting upwards toward his crotch.
Bond lies in f.g. on the table as Goldfinger starts walking up the steps to the control booth, his left hand in his pocket.
BOND Do you expect me to talk?
GOLDFINGER stops on the steps and looks down, both hands in his pockets.
GOLDFINGER No, Mister Bond. I expect you to die!
INTERCUT – BOND AND GOLDFINGER
Bond looks up at him.
Goldfinger continues up the steps.
GOLDFINGER There is nothing you can talk to me about that I don’t already know.
Bond looks at the laser beam. It keeps cutting through the table–top. Bond tries to think of something to say.
IN THE CONTROL BOOTH
Goldfinger talks animatedly to Ling. Kisch and Delsing look on.
BOND looks down at the laser beam. It keeps cutting upwards toward his crotch. He turns sideways.
BOND (calling) You’re forgetting one thing!
Goldfinger and Ling turn to look at him.
BOND If I fail to report, double–o–eight replaces me!
GOLDFINGER I trust he will be more successful!
Goldfinger touches Ling’s arm and they turn away.
Bond looks down at the laser beam again. It keeps cutting toward his crotch.
BOND Well, he knows what I know!
Goldfinger looks back.
GOLDFINGER You know nothing, Mister Bond!
BOND Operation Grand Slam, for instance
GOLDFINGER AND LING
Ling freezes and looks at Bond but Goldfinger keeps his cool.
He watches Bond and the laser beam about to slice into him.
Goldfinger steps forward smirking as Ling looks imploringly at him.
Bond looks up at Goldfinger. The laser beam keeps cutting.
Bond looks at Goldfinger again.
Goldfinger stands consulting with Ling and Kisch.
Bond looks again at the tabletop. The beam keeps cutting.
Goldfinger continues consulting with the others.
Bond looks down at the beam. It is almost at his crotch.
Bond looks up.
Bond in f.g. again, Goldfinger beyond in the control room.
Goldfinger turns to Bond.
GOLDFINGER Two words you may have overheard which cannot possibly have any significance to you or anyone in your organization.
As Goldfinger talks, Bond looks in exasperation at the approaching laser beam. It slices easily through the metal.
Goldfinger steps forward smugly.
BOND Can you afford to take that chance?
Goldfinger hesitates. Bond looks over at him, then back at the table. The beam keeps cutting.
Bond looks at Goldfinger again. Goldfinger smiles, relenting.
He turns back and snaps his fingers (soundlessly) at his assistants.
EXTREME LONG SHOT
The laser beam switches off as Kisch walks down the steps from the control room.
BOND looks up at the laser gun then down at his legs.
GOLDFINGER You are quite right, Mister Bond. You are worth more to me alive.
As Bond lies in f.g. and Goldfinger looks on, Kisch approaches the table.
Bond looks up at Kisch, then Goldfinger, then Kisch. Kisch raises a large pistol and points it at Bond’s chest.
Goldfinger looks on smugly as Kisch aims.
Kisch fires the pistol; it makes a thumping sound. Bond’s head lowers to the tabletop.
Goldfinger looks on with even greater smugness.
We see the entire tableau –– Bond unconscious, Kisch beside him and Goldfinger looking on.