Casino Royale

M doesnt mind you earning

a little money on the side, Dryden.

Shed just prefer it

if it wasnt selling secrets.

If the theatrics

are supposed to scare me

you have the wrong man, Bond.

If M was so sure that I was bent

shed have sent a double-0.

Benefits of being section chief

Id know if anyone had been

promoted to double-0 status

wouldnt I?

-Your file shows no kills, and it takes

-Two.

Shame.

We barely got to know each other.

I know where you keep your gun.

I suppose thats something.

True.

How did he die?

Your contact?

Not well.

Made you feel it, did he?

Well

you neednt worry.

The second is

Yes.

Considerably.

So how do I trust this man

that Ive never met with my money?

You asked for the introduction.

Thats all my organization

will guarantee.

I suppose our friend

Mr. White will have told you

that I have provided

reliable banking services

for many other

freedom fighters over the years.

Do you believe in God,

Mr. Le Chiffre?

No.

I believe in

a reasonable rate of return.

I want no risk in the portfolio.

Agreed.

And I can access it

anywhere in the world?

Yes.

I have the money,

so short another million shares

of skyfleet stock.

Sir, you must know youre betting

against the market.

No one expects this stock

to go anywhere but up.

Just do it.

Looks like our man.

Burn scars on his face.

I wonder if bomb-makers

are insured for things like that.

Hes on the move.

Hes on the move,

and hes heading straight for me.

Stop touching your ear.

-Sorry?

-Put your hand down.

Holster the bloody weapon, Carter.

I need him alive.

Weeping blood comes merely

from a derangement of the tear duct

my dear general.

Nothing sinister.

All in.

I have two pair, and you have

a 17.4 percent chance

of making your straight.

When does Ellipsis expire?

-We have less than 36 hours. I can

-No. No, no.

Thats all the time I have anyway.

Give our guests

five minutes to leave

or throw them overboard.

Who the hell do they think they are?

I report to the prime minister,

even hes smart enough

not to ask me what we do.

Have you ever seen such a bunch

of self-righteous, arse-covering prigs?

They dont care what we do, they care

what we get photographed doing.

And how the hell

could Bond be so stupid?

I give him double-0 status,

he celebrates by shooting an embassy.

Is the man deranged?

And where the hell is he?

In the old days, if an agent

did something embarrassing

hed have the good sense

to defect.

Christ, I miss the Cold War.

Youve got a bloody cheek.

Sorry.

Ill shoot the camera first next time.

Or yourself.

You stormed into an embassy.

You violated the only

absolutely inviolate rule

of international relationships.

And why?

So you could kill a nobody.

We wanted to question him,

not kill him.

For Gods sake. Youre supposed

to display some kind of judgment.

I did.

I thought one less bomb-maker

in the world would be good.

Exactly. One bomb-maker.

Were trying to find out how an entire

network of terrorist groups is financed

and you give us one bomb-maker.

Hardly the big picture,

wouldnt you say?

The man isnt even a true believer.

Hes a gun for hire.

And thanks to your trigger finger

we have no idea

who hired him or why.

And how the hell

did you find out where I lived?

The same way

I found out your name.

I thought M was randomly assigned.

I had no idea it stood for

Utter one more syllable

and Ill have you killed.

I knew it was too early

to promote you.

Well, I understand double-0s

have a very short life-expectancy

so your mistake will be short-lived.

Bond, this may be too much

for a blunt instrument to understand

but arrogance and self-awareness

seldom go hand in hand.

So you want me to be half monk,

half hit-man?

Any thug can kill.

I want you to take your ego

out of the equation

and to judge the situation

dispassionately.

I have to know I can trust you,

and that you know who to trust.

And since I dont know that,

I need you out of my sight.

Go and stick your head

in the sand somewhere

and think about your future.

Because these bastards

want your head.

And Im seriously considering

feeding you to them.

And Bond

dont ever break into

my house again.

Maam.

Good day, sir,

and welcome to the Ocean Club.

Hey. Hey.

Hello.

Are you going to take this

or make me wait?

Certainly, sir. Sorry, sir.

security to car park.

security to car park.

Absolutely incredible.

Welcome to the Ocean Club, sir.

Checking in?

Yes. But its a spur-of-the-moment

thing, and I havent got a reservation.

Okay.

-We have an ocean-view villa.

-Perfect.

Could you do me a favor?

I was here last night

and I parked my car next to

a very beautiful 1964 Aston Martin.

I nicked the door.

You wouldnt happen to know--?

-Mr. Dimitrios.

-Right.

If he hasnt noticed,

Im not sure Id mention it.

Isnt the type

to take bad news well.

But if I felt compelled to find him?

He has a house just up the beach.

Thank you.

-What?

-Hes in the Bahamas.

You woke me

to share his holiday plans?

Well, hes logged into

our secure website

using your name and password.

Well, how the hell

does he know these things?

Well, Im doing my best to find out.

-Whos he looking at?

-Alex Dimitrios.

That slimy bugger.

Now known associates.

Le Chiffre.

Weve had a good night,

weve had a few drinks.

How can I assist you, sir?

Good evening.

Large Mount Gay with soda, please.

-Look what just happened.

-Good job, big boy.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I join?

-Oh, good evening. How are you?

-Good evening.

Small blind, big blind.

Im in.

Bets to you.

If that was for luck,

youre two hours late.

Two hundred to you.

Bets to you.

I heard you.

Five to call.

-Actions to you.

-Pair of sevens.

Ace high.

Check or bet.

-Check.

-And to you.

Five thousand.

Five to call.

-Check.

-Check to you, sir.

All in.

No, wait.

Twenty thousand.

Table stakes. Im sorry, sir.

Okay. This is on the table.

Thats my car. Wanna bet?

Im sorry, Mr. Dimitrios.

Please, no. Give him a chance

to win his money back.

All right, show me, gentlemen.

Three kings.

There you go with my night.

Trip aces.

Aces win.

Oh, and the valet ticket.

Thank you.

Sir.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

No wonder he was

in such a foul mood.

My mistake.

Can I give you a lift home?

That would really send him

over the edge.

Im afraid Im not that cruel.

Well, perhaps youre just

out of practice.

Perhaps.

Well, what about

a drink at my place?

Your place?

-Is it close?

-Very.

One drink.

Good evening, sir,

and welcome back.

Welcome to my home.

Im having a hard time seeing

how this is my fault.

Its your plan.

All I did was get you the man.

A man who was under surveillance

by the British Secret Service.

Which makes me wonder

if I can trust you at all.

Then dont. I couldnt care less.

But I do care about my reputation.

I have someone else

willing to do the job.

He just needs the particulars

and payment.

You like married women,

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