M doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden.
She'd just prefer it if it wasn't 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...
...she'd have sent a double-0.
Benefits of being section chief...
...I'd know if anyone had been promoted to double-0 status...
...wouldn't l?
- 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 that's something.
True.
How did he die?
Your contact?
Not well.
Made you feel it, did he?
Well...
...you needn't worry.
The second is--
Yes.
Considerably.
So how do I trust this man that I've never met with my money?
You asked for the introduction.
That's 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 you're 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.
He's on the move.
He's on the move, and he's 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.
That's 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 he's smart enough...
...not to ask me what we do.
Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, arse-covering prigs?
They don't 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...
...he'd have the good sense to defect.
Christ, I miss the Cold War.
You've got a bloody cheek.
Sorry.
I'll 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 God's sake. You're 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.
We're trying to find out how an entire network of terrorist groups is financed...
...and you give us one bomb-maker.
Hardly the big picture, wouldn't you say?
The man isn't even a true believer. He's 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 I'll 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 don't 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 I'm seriously considering feeding you to them.
And Bond...
...don't ever break into my house again.
Ma'am.
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 it's a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I haven't 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 wouldn't happen to know--?
- Mr. Dimitrios. - Right.
If he hasn't noticed, I'm not sure I'd mention it.
Isn't 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? - He's in the Bahamas.
You woke me to share his holiday plans?
Well, he's logged into our secure website...
...using your name and password.
Well, how the hell does he know these things?
Well, I'm doing my best to find out.
- Who's he looking at? - Alex Dimitrios.
That slimy bugger.
Now known associates....
Le Chiffre.
We've had a good night, we've 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.
I'm in.
Bet's to you.
If that was for luck, you're two hours late.
Two hundred to you.
Bet's to you.
I heard you.
Five to call.
- Action's 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. I'm sorry, sir.
Okay. This is on the table. That's my car. Wanna bet?
I'm 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.
I'm afraid I'm not that cruel.
Well, perhaps you're just out of practice.
Perhaps.
Well, what about a drink at my place?
Your place?
- ls it close? - Very.
One drink.
Good evening, sir, and welcome back.
Welcome to my home.
I'm having a hard time seeing how this is my fault.
It's 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 don't. I couldn't 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, don't 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 can't nice guys be more like you?
Well, because then they'd 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, I'm afraid.
I'm 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?
I'm on the last flight tonight to Miami.
Don't wait up. I'll be back in the morning.
Okay, 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're gonna need...
...some more champagne.
Good evening. Room Service.
Good evening. Can I get a bottle of chilled Bollinger Grand Ann¨Ĥe...
...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 body's 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.
Do not leave your vehicle unattended.
Welcome to Miami International Airport.
Curbside parking in front of the terminal is restricted....
- 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 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?
I'll 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.
It's launching today.
I gotta go.