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,
dont you, James?
It keeps things simple.
What is it about bad men?
You, my husband.
I had so many chances
to be happy
so many nice guys.
Why cant nice guys
be more like you?
Well, because then theyd be bad.
Yes.
But so much more interesting.
What makes your husband
a bad man?
His nature, I suppose.
The nature of his work?
A mystery, Im afraid.
Im also afraid you will sleep with me
in order to get to him.
How afraid?
Not enough to stop.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Now would seem
an appropriate time.
Does ellipsis
mean anything to you?
Should I ask him about it?
Perhaps later.
Yes, dear?
Im on the last flight
tonight to Miami.
Dont wait up.
Ill be back in the morning.
Okay, I understand.
See you tomorrow. Bye-bye.
Apparently hes on
the last flight to Miami
so you have all night
to question me.
In that case
were gonna need
some more champagne.
Good evening. Room service.
Good evening. Can I get a bottle
of chilled Bollinger Grand Anne
and the beluga caviar?
-With everything?
-Yes, with everything.
-And would that be for two, sir?
-What?
-For two?
-No, for one.
Wait here.
There you go. Number 53.
Dr. von Hagens Body Worlds
invites visitors
to observe the bodys various
locomotive, digestive
nervous and vascular systems.
Please may I have your attention,
ladies and gentlemen?
I believe it is something very special,
what we see here.
This is edutainment.
--fixed in dramatic
and athletic poses
that reveal the true-to-life spatial
relationships amongst organs.
Hello.
Hello.
Do not leave your vehicle unattended.
Welcome to Miami
International Airport..
Curbside parking in front
of the terminal is restricted.
-Yes.
-Its Bond. I need her now.
Im afraid she cant be disturbed.
Can I take a message?
Listen, you go and find her, tell her
to call Security at Miami Airport
because I think a bomb is about
to go off. Do it now.
-Sorry, can I put you on hold?
-I thought you might.
Bond? What the hell are you up to?
Ill call you back.
-The Skyfleet S570 prototype.
-What about it?
The largest airplane in the world will
be unveiled today at Miami Airport.
Oh, my God
Bond? Bond!
His target is the Skyfleet prototype.
Its launching today.
I gotta go.
Stop!. Stop!.
Get moving!
Lets go, lets go, lets go!
The puts expired. Im sorry,
Im not sure yet how much youve lost.
One hundred and one million,
two hundred and six thousand dollars.
Someone talked.
-You got everything you need?
-Yeah, I have.
Im gonna get a few more photos.
Quite the body count
youre stacking up.
She was tortured first.
As youd already killed her husband
she must have been
the only one left to question.
Did she know anything
that could compromise you?
No.
-Not your name, what you were after?
-No.
Dimitrios worked as a middleman.
Knew where to put his hands
on weapons
and people who could use them.
He worked with anyone
who had money.
For years he was involved with a man
we knew as Le Chiffre
a private banker
to the worlds terrorists.
He invested their money, gave them
access to it wherever they wanted.
Oh, good. Youre here.
Albanian, we believe.
Chess prodigy.
A bit of a mathematical genius
and liked to prove it by playing poker.
So you can keep an eye on me?
Yes.
When they analyzed
the stock market after 9/11
the CIA discovered a massive
shorting of airline stocks.
When the stocks hit bottom on 9/12,
somebody made a fortune.
The same thing happened
this morning with Skyfleet stock
or was supposed to.
With their prototype destroyed, the
company would be near bankruptcy.
Instead, somebody lost over
$100 million betting the wrong way.
You think its this man Le Chiffre.
Which would explain how he could
set up a high-stakes poker game
at Casino Royale in Montenegro.
Ten players, $10 million buy-in,
5 million re-buy.
Winner takes all.
Potentially 150 million.
Good.
Then well know where hell be.
Do you want a clean kill
or to send a message?
We want him alive. Le Chiffre
doesnt have 100 million to lose.
Has he been playing the stock market
with his clients funds?
Theyre not gonna be too happy
when they find out its gone.
We cant let him win this game.
If he loses,
hell have nowhere to run.
Well give him sanctuary
in return for everything he knows.
Im putting you in the game
replacing someone
whos playing for a syndicate.
According to Villiers,
youre the best player in the Service.
Trust me, I wish it wasnt the case.
I would ask you if you could remain
emotionally detached
but I dont think
thats your problem, is it, Bond?
No.
Dont worry about keeping in touch.
Well know where you are.
You can stop pretending.
You knew I wouldnt let this drop,
didnt you?
Well, I knew you were you.
Thank you.
Im the money.
Every penny of it.
The Treasury has agreed
to stake you in the game.
Vesper.
Well, I do hope you gave
your parents hell for that.
Thank you.
Your boss must be well-connected.
Ive never seen so much
go out the door so quickly.
Or quite so stylishly.
May I ask you where it is?
Ten million was wired
to your account in Montenegro
with a contingency for 5 more
if I deem it a prudent investment.
I suppose youve given some thought
to the notion that if you lose
our government
will have directly financed terrorism.
What looks good?
So youre telling me its a matter
of probability and odds.
I was worried there was
some chance involved.
Well, only if you assume the player
with the best hand wins.
So that would be
what you call bluffing?
Youve heard the term.
Then youll also know that in poker
you never play your hand.
You play the man across from you.
-And youre good at reading people?
-Yes, I am.
Which is why
Ive been able to detect
an undercurrent
of sarcasm in your voice.
Im now assured our money
is in good hands.
You dont think
this is a very good plan, do you?
So there is a plan?
I got the impression
we were risking millions of dollars
and hundreds of lives
on a game of luck.
What else can you surmise,
Mr. Bond?
About you, Miss Lynd?
Well, your beautys a problem.
You worry you wont
be taken seriously.
Which one can say of any
attractive woman with half a brain.
True, but this one
overcompensates
by wearing
slightly masculine clothing
being more aggressive
than her female colleagues
which gives her a somewhat
prickly demeanor
and ironically enough, makes it
less likely for her to be accepted
and promoted
by her male superiors
who mistake her insecurities
for arrogance.
Now, Id have normally
gone with only child
but, you see, by the way you ignored
the quip about your parents
Im gonna have to go with orphan.
All right.
By the cut of your suit,
you went to Oxford or wherever
and actually think
human beings dress like that.
But you wear it with such disdain
my guess is
you didnt come from money
and your school friends
never let you forget it.
Which means you were
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
playing for four hours.
Its time for a short break.
We will resume play in one hour.
Well, I think Ill report
on the evenings frivolities.
So?
You want to do what to me?
Youve lost me completely.
You just said you cant wait
to get me back to the room. Come on.
So, whats so damn important?
Im sorry.
Where is my money?
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
Youre holding a parcel for me.
Thank you.
Do you think you can lose that kind
of money and no one would notice?
Your money is safe.
Open that.
Youll have it tomorrow.
All of it.
I would take a hand for this betrayal,
but you need it to play cards.
Hold out your arm.
Hold out your arm, my beauty
or I will take your head.
Go to the room. Wait for me there.
Stairs.
Not a word of protest.
You should find a new boyfriend.
Go find Mathis.
Tell him Ive hidden the bodies here
and I want him to get rid of them.
Do that now. Go. Go, go!
You changed your shirt, Mr. Bond.
I hope our little game
isnt causing you to perspire.
A little.
But I wont consider myself to be
in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Ladies and gentlemen, if everybodys
ready, lets continue the game.
Its like theres blood on my hands.
Its not coming off.
Here, lets see.
Thats better.
You cold?
Yeah.
Here.
You have any trouble
with the bodies?
Less than some.
Being dead doesnt mean
one cant still be helpful.
Thatll keep Le Chiffre
looking over his shoulder.
Hell be wondering whos gonna
come for him next.
Hows our girl?
Melted your cold heart yet?
Call.
Fold.
And call.
Three players.
Three hundred grand.
Bet. Three hundred thousand.
Call.
And call.
Three players.
Check.
Monsieur Bond?
Bet. Five hundred thousand.
Look. Its the tell. He is bluffing.
My God, James was right.
Its up to you.
Raise. One million.
Seems someone knows
something I dont.
Fold.
Heads up, gentlemen.
Its up to you.
Two.
Re-raise. Two million.
And its up to you.
Im all in.
Well, its 14 million
and 500,000.
Its up to you, Monsieur Bond.
Bond will have to go all in
to call his bluff.
-Call.
-Call.
Gentlemen, showdown, please.
Full house. Kings and aces.
Monsieur Le Chiffre.
Its four jacks.
Monsieur Le Chiffre wins.
You must have thought
I was bluffing, Mr. Bond.
Please.
We will now break for one hour.
When we return,
the big blind will be 200,000.
Good game.
Well, Im gonna need the other
5 million to buy back in.
I cant do that, James.
Look, I made a mistake.
I was impatient, maybe I was arrogant,
but I can beat him.
-Im sorry.
-Sorry?
Sorry?
Try putting that in a sentence.
Sorry Le Chiffres gonna win
continue funding terror and killing.
That kind of sorry?
You lost because of your ego,
and that same ego cant take it.
Thats what this is about.
All youre going to do now
is lose more.
Then youre an idiot.
-Im sorry?
-I said, youre a bloody idiot.
Look in my eyes.
I can beat this man, you know that.
Get your hand off my arm.
Vodka martini.
-Shaken or stirred?
-Do I look like I give a damn?
-James.
-Get the girl out.
Funny game, right?
Sorry, I shouldve introduced myself,
seeing as were related.
Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley.
You should have a little faith.
If you keep your head about you,
I think you have him.
Had. Excuse me.
Youre not buying in?
No.
Listen, Im bleeding chips.
Im not gonna last much longer.
You have a better chance.
Ill stake you.
Im saying Ill give you the money
to keep going.
Just one thing. If you pull it off,
the CIA bring him in.
And what about the winnings?
Does it look like
we need the money?
Shall we up the blinds?
Why not?
Bet.
Raise.
And fold.
Excuse me, please.
Call.
Raise.
Raise. Five hundred thousand.
-Fold.
-Thank you.
Fold.
Fold.
Thank you.
Wins.
Deal me out.
Sorry, sir. You are the big blind.
Small blind, please.
-Who is it?
-Its 007.
Bonds been poisoned.
Hes going into cardiac arrest.
Stay calm and dont interrupt.
Because youll be dead
within two minutes
unless you do exactly what I tell you.
Im all ears.
Remove the defibrillator
from the pouch.
-Do we know what it is yet?
-Were still scanning.
Attach the leads to your chest.
Ventricular tachycardia. Digitalis.
What do we give him? The kit
has amphetamines, antihistamines
hydrocortisone. Adrenalin?
-As soon as it reads charged
-Lidocaine. Thatll work.
Bond, dont push the red button yet.
Do you hear me? Dont push it.
His hearts gonna stop.
Theres only time for one charge
before he passes out.
Take the blue combipen, Bond.
Mid-neck into the vein.
Thatll counteract the digitalis.
Youre going to pass out
in a few seconds.
You need to keep
your heart going.
Push the red button now, Bond.
-Bond, push the damn button!
-Do it now!
-You okay?
-Me?
-Thank you.
-Youre welcome.
-Now get yourself off to a hospital.
-I will do.
As soon as Ive won this game.
Youre not seriously
going back there?
I wouldnt dream of it.
Bet. One million.
-All in.
-Call. All in.
Gentlemen, showdown, please.
Two pair. Aces and sevens.
Queen plays. Wins.
Oh, Im sorry.
That last hand, it nearly killed me.
Gentlemen, with this chip exchange,
we enter the final phase of the game
which means no more buy-ins.
The big blind is now
Four players.
Its your bet.
-Monsieur Bond?
-Check.
-Check.
-Twenty-four million in the pot already.
Check. And check.
All check.
Four players.
-Check.
-Check.
All in. Six million.
Bet. Six million. All in.
Five million. All in.
Bet is 6 million.
Raise.
Raise.
Twelve million. Heads up.
Forty million, 500,000. All in.
Raise. All in.
Well, I think I will call you
on that one.
Call.
One hundred and fifteen million
in the pot.
Gentlemen, showdown, please.
Flush. Ace, king, queen.
Full house. Eights full of aces.
A higher full house.
Aces full of sixes.
Monsieur Bond.
Five and seven of spades.
A straight flush.
Four to the eight.
The high hand.
Monsieur Bond wins.
-For you.
-Thank you very much.
Congratulations.
-Hes all yours.
-Much appreciated, brother.
Congratulations.
You know,
I think a celebrations in order.
You were almost dead an hour ago.
Come on, Im famished.
Thank you.
Mathis says the Americans
have made contact with Le Chiffre.
Theyre going to extract him
before dawn.
You know, I think
Ill call that a Vesper.
Because of the bitter aftertaste?
No. Because once youve tasted it,
thats all you want to drink.
-I thought that was quite a good line.
-It was a very good line.
But youre laughing at it.
-Not so much it as you.
-Well, thats fine then.
I figured out what that is.
Its an Algerian love knot.
Really? I thought it was
just something pretty.
No, you didnt.
Someone gave that to you.
Hes a very lucky man.
You can switch off so easily,
cant you?
It doesnt bother you,
killing those people?
Well, I wouldnt be very good
at my job if it did.
I dont believe you.
Youve got a choice, you know?
Just because
youve done something
doesnt mean
you have to keep doing it.
Why is it people who cant take advice
always insist on giving it?
You think I cant take
my own advice?
I think something is driving you.
And I think Ill never find out
what that is.
Mathis needs me.
Good night.
Congratulations again.
Mathis.
Im afraid your friend Mathis
is really
my friend Mathis.
Youve taken good care
of your body.
Such a waste.
You know
I never understood
all these elaborate tortures.
Its the simplest thing
to cause more pain
than a man can possibly endure.
And of course
its not only the immediate agony,
but the knowledge
that if you do not yield
soon enough
there will be little left
to identify you as a man.
The only question remains
will you yield in time?
I want the money.
Miss Lynd will give me the account
number, if she hasnt already.
So all I need from you
is the password.
The password, please.
Ive got a little itch
down there.
Would you mind?
No! No! No!
No. To the right.
To the right. To the right!
You are a funny man, Mr. Bond.
Yeah!
Yes, yes, yes.
Now the whole worlds gonna know
that you died scratching my balls.
I died?
-I died?
-Yes.
Because no matter what you do,
Im not gonna give you the password.
Which means your clients
will hunt you down
and cut you into pieces of meat
while youre still breathing.
Because if you kill me
therell be nowhere else to hide.
But you are so wrong!
Because even after I slaughtered
you and your little girlfriend
your people would still welcome me
with open arms
because they need what I know.
The big picture.
Give me the password
and I will at least let her live.
Bond. Do it soon enough
and she might even be in one piece.
You really arent going to tell me,
are you?
No.
So I think
Ill feed you
what you seem not to value.
Ill get the money.
Tell them Ill get the money.
Money isnt as valuable to our
organization as knowing who to trust.
Francesco.
Francesco.
Vesper.
Vesper.
No.
Not him.
Not Mathis.
No.
Ill get the doctor.
Not him.
Any ideas?
-What?
-Why they left the two of you alive.
Where is she?
Sleeping.
Well, Im supposed
to get you to drink this.
Its just odd
killing everyone else
but leaving you and her untouched.
Almost as if someone
was trying to tell us something.
Get a look at the killer?
No.
Shame.
Drink up.
Anything else you remember?
Anything that can help us?
Help us?
Or help you?
Hello.
Hello.
You all right?
I cant resist waking you.
Every time I do, you look at me as if
you havent seen me in years.
It makes me feel reborn.
If youd just been born
wouldnt you be naked?
You have me there.
You can have me anywhere.
I can?
Yeah. Here, there,
anywhere you like.
Does this mean
that youre warming to me?
Yeah. Thats how I would describe it.
Its just that not so long ago
I would have described
your feelings towards me as.
Im trying to think
of a better word than loathing.
Im afraid Im a complicated woman.
That is something to be afraid of.
-Hello.
-Oh, perfect timing.
Monsieur Mendel.
How are things in Switzerland?
My apologies,
I do not mean to rush
but 120 million
is a large sum of money.
It certainly is. You didnt bring
any chocolates with you?
Im afraid not.
If you would type in
the account number.
And now the password.
You can do that.
I would if I knew what it was.
V-E-S-P-E-R.
The funds have been transferred.
Sorry for disturbing you.
-Auf Wiedersehen.
-Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Mendel.
You know, James
I just want you to know
that if all that was left of you
was your smile
and your little finger
youd still be more of a man
than anyone Ive ever met.
Thats because you know
what I can do with my little finger.
-I have no idea.
-But youre aching to find out.
Youre not going to let me
in there, are you?
Youve got your armor back on.
Thats that.
I have no armor left.
Youve stripped it from me.
Whatever is left of me.
Whatever is left of me
whatever I am
Im yours.
I suppose M wont miss me
for a couple of days.
Shell be too busy sweating Mathis.
Mathis?
Remember I told you
about Le Chiffres tell?
Well, Mathis told Le Chiffre.
Thats how he wiped me out.
Same goes for the implant. Cant say
Im too sorry about losing that.
I cant believe it.
No, neither could I.
I thought he had my back.
But there you go, lesson learned.
Does everyone have a tell?
Yes.
Everyone.
Everyone except you.
I wonder if thats why I love you.
You love me?
Enough to quit
and float round the world with you
until one of us
has to find an honest job.
But I think thats gonna have to be you.
Ive no idea what an honest job is.
Youre serious.
Like you said
you do what I do for too long
and there wont be any soul
left to salvage.
Im leaving with
what little I have left.
Is that enough for you?
-Come on.
-No. No.
No, stop it. Stop.
I have to get to the bank.
Whats the time?
How much do we need
to float for a month?
Ive got plenty.
No, I want to pay for my half
of our aimless wanderings.
You stopped wearing the necklace.
Yeah. It was time.
Time enough to get over someone?
To realize sometimes
you can forget the past.
Though apparently not
your employer.
Back in one month.
Come on. Ill get the money
you get supplies.
Ill see you back here
in half an hour.
-Hello, M.
-I got your note.
Yes?
Well talk about that later.
Right now I have a lovely man
from the Treasury here
wondering if youre ever
going to deposit the winnings.
Thats a shame.
I didnt think theyd miss it.
Yes. Well, I told them not to worry.
So youll be depositing it today.
On my way to the bank right now.
James Bond for Mr. Mendel.
Hello.
Mr. Mendel? Im having trouble
accessing the funds in my account.
It was transferred
to the account number
your company gave us, Mr. Bond.
It appears the funds
are being withdrawn as we speak.
-Where?
-The Venice branch, of course.
St. Marks Square.
Is there a problem, Mr. Bond?
Ill kill her!
Allow me.
Im sorry, James.
she had a boyfriend.
A French Algerian.
They were very much in love.
He was kidnapped
by the organization behind Le Chiffre.
And they blackmailed her, threatening
to kill him unless she cooperated.
We shouldve picked up on it
but sometimes
were so focused on our enemies
we forget to watch our friends.
How are you doing?
She left her cell phone.
She must have known Id check it.
She knew you were you.
-Well, at least this clears Mathis.
-No.
-No?
-No.
We just proved that shes guilty,
not that hes innocent.
It couldve been a double blind.
Keep sweating him.
You dont trust anyone,
do you, James?
No.
Then youve learnt your lesson.
Get back as soon as you can.
We need you.
Will do.
If you do need time.
Why should I need more time?
The jobs done,
and the bitch is dead.
James
did you ever ask yourself
why you werent killed that night?
Isnt it obvious?
she made a deal to spare your life
in exchange for the money.
Im sure she hoped
they would let her live.
But she must have known
she was going to her death.
And now well never know
who was behind this.
The trails gone cold.
-Hello.
-Mr. White?
We need to talk.
Who is this?
The names Bond.
James Bond.