Casino Royale Page #3

at that school by the grace

of someone elses charity,

hence the chip on your shoulder.

And since your first thought about me

ran to orphan

thats what Id say you are.

Oh, you are.

I like this poker thing.

And that makes perfect sense

since MI6 looks

for maladjusted young men

that give little thought

to sacrificing others

in order to protect

Queen and country.

You know

former SAS types with easy smiles

and expensive watches.

-Rolex?

-Omega.

Beautiful.

Now, having just met you

I wouldnt go as far as calling you

a cold-hearted bastard.

No, of course not.

But it wouldnt be a stretch

to imagine.

You think of women

as disposable pleasures

rather than meaningful pursuits.

So as charming as you are,

Mr. Bond

I will be keeping my eye

on our governments money

and off your perfectly formed arse.

You noticed?

Even accountants have imagination.

How was your lamb?

Skewered.

One sympathizes.

Good evening, Mr. Bond.

Good evening, Miss Lynd.

-Hotel Splendid, sir?

-Thats right.

-Thank you, sir.

-Thank you.

Its just last-minute details.

Apparently were very much in love.

Do you usually leave it to porters

to tell you this sort of thing?

Only when the romance

has been necessarily brief.

Im Mr. Arlington Beech,

professional gambler

and youre

Miss Stephanie Broadchest

-I am not.

-Youre gonna have to trust me on this.

Oh, no, I dont.

Weve been involved

for quite a while

hence the shared suite.

But my family

is strict Roman Catholic

so for appearances sake,

itll be a two-bedroom suite.

I do hate it when religion

comes between us.

Religion and a securely locked door.

Am I going to have a problem

with you, Bond?

No, dont worry. Youre not my type.

Smart?

Single.

Welcome to the Hotel Splendid.

Your name, sir?

James Bond. Youll find

the reservation under Beech.

-Welcome, Mr. Bond.

-You sign that, dear.

You represent the Treasury.

Thank you. Enjoy your stay.

I will. Thank you.

Very funny.

Look, if Le Chiffre

is that well-connected

he knows who I am

and where the moneys from.

Which means hes decided

to play me anyway.

So hes either desperate

or hes overly confident

but either way, that tells me

something about him.

And all he gets in return

is a name he already has.

And now he knows

something about you.

He knows youre reckless.

Take the next one.

There isnt enough room for me

and your ego.

Mr. Bond?

-It was left for you.

-Thank you.

I love you too, M.

My name is Mathis. Rene Mathis.

Im your contact here.

Does he know

weve been watching him?

Le Chiffre? I dont think so.

Probably because theres no we.

Just me.

Im afraid if you get

into trouble here

the cavalry wont be

coming over the nearest hill.

Le Chiffre arrived yesterday

and spent the time reestablishing

old relationships.

The chief of police and he

are now quite close.

Thats him, with the mustache.

Over my left shoulder.

Well, that could make life

quite difficult.

Yeah, and quite possibly shorter.

Hes not a very subtle man.

I thought about trying to buy

his services, but we frankly

couldnt afford to outbid Le Chiffre.

I hate to say it

but the accountants seem

to be running MI6 these days.

Oh, not that I have anything

against accountants.

Many of them are lovely people.

So I decided that it was cheaper

to supply his deputy

with evidence

that we were bribing the chief.

Its amazing what you can do with

Photoshop these days, isnt it?

I think your odds are improving,

Mr. Bond.

Yes?

For you.

Something you expect me to wear?

I need you looking fabulous.

So when you walk up behind me

and kiss me on the neck

the players will be thinking

about your neckline

and not about their cards.

Do you think you can

do that for me?

Ill do my best.

Thank you.

I have a dinner jacket.

There are dinner jackets

and dinner jackets.

This is the latter.

And I need you looking like a man

who belongs at that table.

How--?

Its tailored.

I sized you up the moment we met.

-Good evening, sir.

-Good evening.

Thank you.

And you must be

Mr. Bliss replacement.

Welcome, Mr. Beech.

Or is that Bond?

Im a little confused.

Well, we wouldnt want that,

would we?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

As you know, the game is no-limit

hold em poker.

Five communal cards,

two in the hole.

Monsieur Mendel here represents

the Basel Bank, Switzerland

holding the stakes.

You have each deposited

$10 million buy-in.

A further buy-in of 5 million

can be made by electronic transfer.

The money will remain in escrow

until I return

and the winner of the contest

enters his or her password

into the encryptor

whereupon the entire sum

will be wired

to any bank account

in the world you nominate.

Mr. Bond?

We proceed alphabetically.

Please be so kind as to enter

a password of your choice.

Six letters or more.

High card for dealer position.

Its Signor Gallardo.

Mr. Kaminofsky is

the small blind, $5000

and Mr. Fukutu, the big blind,

$10,000.

Well, enjoy the game.

Four players.

Its your bet.

Check.

Check.

Bet. Fifty thousand.

Call.

Fold.

Fold. Heads up.

Monsieur Le Chiffre.

Bet. One hundred thousand.

Werent you supposed to enter

so the others could see you?

Was I? Forgive me.

Good luck, darling.

Its up to you, Monsieur Bond.

Monsieur Bond?

Oh, Im sorry. What was the bet?

A hundred thousand?

Call.

Hello.

I suppose I dont have to tell you

how beautiful you look.

Half the people at that table

are still watching you.

Champagne.

Monsieur Le Chiffre.

Bet. Two hundred thousand.

Monsieur, you have been called.

Showdown, please.

A full house to Monsieur Le Chiffre.

Deuces full of nines.

Mr. Bond?

Fold.

Send the barman over, please.

A dry martini. Wait.

Three measures Gordons,

one of vodka

half of Kina Lillet,

shake it over ice

-then add a thin slice of lemon peel.

-Yes, sir.

-You know, Ill have one of those.

-So will I.

Certainly.

My friend, bring me one as well.

Keep the fruit.

Thats it?

Anyone want to play poker now?

Someones in a hurry.

Would you excuse me?

You taste nice.

-I thought we dispensed with covers.

-No.

We dispensed with one that was

of no use and created another that is.

-Is he watching?

-Yes.

Good.

This is me in character pissed off

because youre losing so fast

we wont be here past midnight.

Oddly, my characters feelings

mirror my own.

Check.

-You know, thats not half bad.

-Up to you.

Im gonna have to think up

a name for that.

It was worth it to discover his tell.

What do you mean?

The twitch he has to hide

when he bluffs.

-Bluffs? He had the best hand.

-Which he got on the last card.

The odds against were 23-to-1,

and hed know that.

When he did his first raise

he had nothing.

Winning was blind luck.

-Did you get the bug?

-Yes.

Bet. One hundred thousand.

Thank you.

Its your play, Monsieur Fukutu.

Maybe he can actually pull this off.

Call.

Monsieur Le Chiffre.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mesdames, Messieurs

weve now been

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