Subtitles by Brian, Cover by Pearly
M really doesn't mind if you make a little extra money on the side, Dryden.
She just prefer if it wasn't state secrets.
If this theatric is supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond.
If M was so sure I was bent, -
-she would have sent an 00.
As being section chief, I'd known if anyone had been permitted 00 status.
- Your file's showing no kills, but it takes ... - Two.
Shame. We barely got to know each other.
I know where you keep your gun.
So I've learned something.
True.
- How did he die? - Your contact? Not well.
Made you feel it, did it?
Well, you needn't worry, the second ...
Yes. Considerably.
007 STATUS CONFIRMED
So, how do I trust this man that I've never met with my money?
They ask for the introduction. That's all my organisation will garuantee.
I suppose our friend, Mr White.. that I've provided the bank 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 eternety.
- I want no risk on the portefolio. - Agreed.
- And I can access it anywhere in the world? - Yes.
I have the money, so sell my Skyfleet stock.
Sir, you must know you're betting against the market.
Noone expect these shares to go anywhere else but up.
Just do it.
Looks like our man. Burnt scare on his fist.
I wonder if bomb makers are insured against this.
He is on the move.
He's heading straight on me.
- Stop touching your ear. - Sorry?
Put your hand down!
Toss that bloody weapon, I need him alive.
Listen to me.
Wheeping blood comes from a disarrangement of the lachrymal duct.
Nothing seriously.
I have two pairs, and you have a 17.4 % chance of making a Straight.
BRITISH GOVERNMENT AGENT KILLS UNARMED PRISONER
When does Ellipsis expire?
We have less than 36 hours ...
No, no, that's all the time I have in, mate.
Let our guests have 5 minutes to leave.
Or throw them overboard.
Who the hell do they think that they are?
Even the Prime Minister is smart enought to not ask questions about what we do.
Have you ever seed such a buch of self rightous ass covering frings?
They don't care what we do, they only care about what we get photographed doing.
And how the hell could Bond be so studpid?
I give him 00 status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy.
And where the hell is he?
In the old days, when they did something that embarassing,they had the good sense to defect.
Christ, I miss the cold war.
- You got a bloody cheek. - Sorry.
- I'll shoot the camera next time. - Or yourself.
Yoy stormed into an embassy.
You violated the only absolute rule in international relationships.
And why? So you could kill a nobody.
We wanted to question him, not to kill him.
For God's sake, you're supposed to display a sense of judgement.
I did.
I thought to extinct a bombmaker would be a good thing.
One bombmaker.
We're trying to find out how an entire group of terrorists are financed, -
- and you give us one bombmaker.
The man isn't even a true believer.
He is a gun for hire.
And thanks to your over developed trigger finger we have no idea of who hired him or why.
- And where the hell did you find out where I lived? - Same way I found out your name.
- I had no idea what M stood for ... - Utter one more sylabelle and I'll have you killed.
I knew it was too early to promote you.
And I understand 00's have a very short life expectancy
So your mistake will be very short lived.
Bond, this is maybe 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 munk and half hitman?
Any munk can kill. I want you to take your ego out of the equation.
And to judge the situation dispassionately.
I have to know if I can trust you.. and to know that you know who to trust.
Since I don't know that, I need you out of my sight.
Stick your head in the sand and think about your future.
Because these bastards want your head, -
- and I am seriously considering feeding you to them.
And Bond ...
Don't ever break into my house again.
Good day sir, welcome to the Ocean Club.
Hello? Are you going to take this, or make me wait?
Sorry sir, sorry sir.
Welcome to the Ocean Club sir, checking in?
Yes.
It's a last moment, but do you have a room?
- We have an ocean view villa. - Perfect.
Could you do me a favour, I was at a dinner last night, and I parked my car next to a beautiful 1964 Aston Martin....
- and I'am ashamed to say that I nicked the door and..
Mr. Dimitrios.
If it isn't noticed, I'm not sure I would mention it.
But if I felt contempt to find him..
He has a house just up the beach.
Thank you.
- What? - He is in the Bahamas.
You want to share his holiday plans?
He is logged into our secure web site using your name and password.
How the hell does he know these things?
I'll do my best to find out.
- Who's he looking at? - Alex Dimitrios.
That slimy bugger.
No known associates.
Le Chiffre.
Have a good night club, gentlemen.
- What shall I serve? - Good evening. A vodka martini.
Sharp, big boy.
- Mind if I join you? - Good evening.
- Small blind. Big blind. - I'm in.
That's to you.
If that's for luck, you're twelve late.
- Left to you? - I heard you.
- Check or bet. - Check.
- And you? - 5000.
Five to call.
- Check. - Check to you, sir.
All in.
No, wait.
- 20.000. - Table sticks, I'm sorry sir.
This is on the table. that's my car. You'll bet?
Sorry, mr. Dimitrios.
Please, give him the chance to win his money back.
All right, show me, gentlemen.
Three kings.
Triple aces. Aces win.
Oh, and the valet ticket.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.
No wonder he was such a phoney.
- My mistake. - Can I give you a lift home?
Oh that would really send him over the hills.
- I'm afraid I'm not that cruel. - Or you're just out of practice.
- Perhaps. - 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.
I have a hard time seeing this is my fault. It's your plan, all I did was get you the man.
A man under surveillance by the British Secret Service.
- Which makes me wonder if I can trust you at all. - So don't, I couldn't care less.
But I do care about my reputation.
I have someone else for you to do the job.
He just needs the particulars. And payment.
You like married women, don't you James?
That keeps it simple.
What is it about bad men?
You.. my husband..
I have so many chances to be happy -
- so many nice guys.
Why can't nice guys be more like you?
They would be bad.
But so much more interresting.
What makes your husband a bad man?
His nature, I suppose.
- The nature of his work? - A mystery I'm afraid.
I'm also afraid you sleep with me in order to get to him.
- Are you afraid? - Not enough to stop.
Can I ask you a personal question?
No, won't seem like the properiate time.
Does Ellipsis mean anything to you?
- Should I ask him about it? - Perhaps later.
Yes, dear?
Ok, I understand. See you tomorrow, bye bye.
Apparently, he's on the last flight to Miami.
So you have all night to question me.
In that case we'll need more champagne.
- Good evening, room service. - Good evening.
Can I have a bottle of Bollinger, La Grand Annee -
- And Beluga caviar? - Yes, with everything.
- Would that be for two, sir? - What?
- No, for one.
Wait here.
Hello?
- Yes? - It's Bond.
- I need her now. - I'm afraid she can't be disturbed. Can I take a message?
Listen, you go and find her, tell her to call security at Miami airport , -
- because I think that a bomb is about to go off. Can you do it now?
I can put you on hold.
Bond? What the hell are you up to?
I call you back.
- A Skyfleet S570 prototype. - What about it?
Largest airplane in the world, to be revealed today at Miami airport.
Bond? Bond!
His target is the Skyfleet prototype. It's launching today.
I got to go.
The poll's expired. I'm sorry, I'm not sure how much you've lost
101.206.000 dollars.
Quite a body pile you're stacking up.
She was tortured first...
... as you already killed her husband, she must have been the only one left to question.
- Did she know anyhting compromising? - No.
- Your name, what you're after? - No.
Dimitrios was the middle man, he knew how to put his hands on weapon, and people to use them.
Hw worked for anyone who had money.
He was involved with a man called Le Chiffre, -
- a private banker for the world's terrorists.
He invested their money and gave them access to it wherever they want it.
Og good, you're here.
Albanian we believe, chess protegy, mathematical genious, likes to show it by playing poker.
- So you can keep an eye on me? - Yes.
When they analyzed the stock market up to 9.11, -
- the CIA discovered a massive shortage of airline stocks.
When the stock hit the bottom on 9.11, somebody made a fortune.
The same thing happened this morning with Skyfleet stock, or was supposed to.
With their prototype destroyed, the company would have been a bancrupcy.
Instead, somebody lost over 100 million dollars betting the wrong way.
You think this man was Le Chiffre?
Which would explain how he could set up a high stakes poker game at Casino Royale in Montenegro.
10 players, $10 million buy in, $5 millioner re-buy
Winner takes all, potentially $150 millions.
Good, then we know where he'll be. Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?
We want him alive. Le Chiffre doesn't have a $100 million to loose.
He played the stock market with his client's funds?
They won't be too happy when they find out it's gone.
We can't let him win this game. If he looses, he has nowhere to run.
We'll give him sanfry in return for everything he knows.
I'm putting you in the game. Replacing someone playing for a syndicate.
According to Villiers, you are the best player in the Service.
Thust me, I wish it wasn't the case.
I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached.
- But I know that's not your problem, is it Boond? - No.
Don't worry about keeping in touch. We know where you are.
You can stop pretending. You knew I wouldn't let it stop, didn't you?
When I knew you were you.
I am the money.
Every penny of it.
The treasury has agreed to stake you in the game.
Vesper. I hope your parent had it for that.
Thank you.
You must be well connected, I've never seen so much be done so quickly.
Or so stylishly.
- May I ask you where it is? - $10 millions was wired to your account in Montenegro.
With contuingency for 5 more, if I deem it a good looking investment.
I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you loose, -
- our government would have directly financed terrorism.
So you're telling me it's a matter of probability?
I was worried it was some chance involved.
You'll never see the player with the best hand win.
So that'll be what you call bluffing.
You've heard the term?
Then you'll know that in poker you never play your hand, but the man's across from you.
- And you are good at reading people? - Yes, I am.
Which is why I've noticed an undertone of sarcasm in your voice.
-
- You don't 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 in a game of luck.
- What else can you advice, mr. Bond? - About you, miss Lynd?
Well, your beauty is a problem.
You worry you're not being taken seriously.
Which is what you can say of any effective woman with a heart and brain.
True, but this one overcompensates by wearing slugging masculine clothing -
- and being more aggresive than her female collegues.
And ironically enough, and makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, -
- and mistake it a curtesy for arrogance.
Now I'd normally go with "only child", but -
- I would go for "Orphan".
All right.
By the cut of your suit you went to Oxford, -
- naturally thinking that human beings are dressed like that, but you worried it was demanded.
My guess is that you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it.
Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity.
And since you first thought of me being as an orphan, I would say that you are.
And you are? I like this poker thing.
And that makes perfect sense, -
- since MI6 looks for an adjusted young man who gives 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, after having first met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold hearted bastard.
But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine -
- that you think of women as disposable pleasures, rather feminine pursuits.
So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping an eye of our government's money -
- and off of your perfectly formed ass.
- You noticed? - Even accountants have imagination.
- How was your lamb? - Stewed, my sympathys.
- Good evening, mr. Bond. - Good evening, miss Lynd.
- Hotel Splendide, sir? - That's right.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
It's last minutes details.
Apparently, we're very much in love.
- Do you usually leave it to the porter to tell you this sort of things? - Only when it's a necessary brief.
I am mr. Arlington Beach, a professional gambler.
And you are miss Stephanie Broadchest...
- You have to trust me on this. - You know I don't.
We've been involved quite awhile, hence the shared suite.
But my familiy is strict roman catholic, therefore for prudence's sake it will be a two bedroom suite.
I do hate it, when religion comes between us.