Stop! Stop!
Get moving! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
The puts expired. I'm sorry, I'm not sure yet how much you've lost.
One hundred and one million, two hundred and six thousand dollars.
Someone talked.
- You got everything you need? - Yeah, I have.
I'm gonna get a few more photos....
Quite the body count you're stacking up.
She was tortured first. As you'd 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 world's terrorists.
He invested their money, gave them access to it wherever they wanted.
Oh, good. You're 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 ClA 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 it's 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 we'll know where he'll be.
Do you want a clean kill or to send a message?
We want him alive. Le Chiffre doesn't have 100 million to lose.
Has he been playing the stock market with his clients' funds?
They're not gonna be too happy when they find out it's gone.
We can't let him win this game.
If he loses, he'll have nowhere to run.
We'll give him sanctuary in return for everything he knows.
I'm putting you in the game...
...replacing someone who's playing for a syndicate.
According to Villiers, you're the best player in the Service.
Trust me, I wish it wasn't the case.
I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached...
...but I don't think that's your problem, is it, Bond?
No.
Don't worry about keeping in touch.
We'll know where you are.
You can stop pretending.
You knew I wouldn't let this drop, didn't you?
Well, I knew you were you.
Thank you.
I'm 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.
I've 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 you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose...
...our government will have directly financed terrorism.
What looks good?
So you're telling me it's 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"?
You've heard the term.
Then you'll also know that in poker you never play your hand.
You play the man across from you.
- And you're good at reading people? - Yes, I am.
Which is why I've been able to detect...
...an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
I'm now assured our money is in good hands.
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 on a game of luck.
What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?
About you, Miss Lynd?
Well, your beauty's a problem.
You worry you won't 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, I'd have normally gone with only child...
...but, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents...
...I'm 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 didn't come from money...
...and your school friends never let you forget it.
Which means you were at that school by the grace...
...of someone else's charity, hence the chip on your shoulder.
And since your first thought about me ran to orphan...
...that's what I'd say you are.
Oh, you are.
I like this poker thing.
And that makes perfect sense...
...since Ml6 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 wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard.
No, of course not.
But it wouldn't 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 government's 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? - That's right.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
It's just last-minute details.
Apparently we're 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.
I'm Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler...
...and you're Miss Stephanie Broadchest--
- I am not. - You're gonna have to trust me on this.
Oh, no, I don't.
We've been involved for quite a while...
...hence the shared suite.
But my family is strict Roman Catholic...
...so for appearances' sake, it'll 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, don't worry. You're not my type.
Smart?
Single.
Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?
James Bond. You'll 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 money's from.
Which means he's decided to play me anyway.
So he's either desperate or he's 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 you're reckless.
Take the next one.
There isn't enough room for me and your ego.
Mr. Bond?
- lt was left for you. - Thank you.
I love you too, M.
My name is Mathis. Rene Mathis. I'm your contact here.
Does he know we've been watching him?
Le Chiffre? I don't think so.
Probably because there's no "we." Just me.
I'm afraid if you get into trouble here...
...the cavalry won't 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.
That's him, with the mustache.
Over my left shoulder.
Well, that could make life quite difficult.
Yeah, and quite possibly shorter.
He's not a very subtle man.
I thought about trying to buy his services, but we frankly...
...couldn't afford to outbid Le Chiffre.
I hate to say it...
...but the accountants seem to be running Ml6 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.
It's amazing what you can do with Photoshop these days, isn't 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?
I'll 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--?
It's 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? I'm a little confused.
Well, we wouldn't 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.
It's Signor Gallardo.
Mr. Kaminofsky is the small blind, $5000...
...and Mr. Fukutu, the big blind, $10,000.
Well, enjoy the game.
Four players.
It's your bet.
Check.
Bet. Fifty thousand.
Call.
Fold.
Fold. Heads up.
Monsieur Le Chiffre.
Bet. One hundred thousand.
Weren't you supposed to enter so the others could see you?
Was l? Forgive me.
Good luck, darling.
It's up to you, Monsieur Bond.
Monsieur Bond?
Oh, I'm sorry. What was the bet? A hundred thousand?
Call.
Hello.
I suppose I don't 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 Gordon's, one of vodka...
...half of Kina Lillet, shake it over ice...
- ...then add a thin slice of lemon peel. - Yes, sir.
- You know, I'll have one of those. - So will l.
Certainly.
My friend, bring me one as well. Keep the fruit.
That's it?
Anyone want to play poker now?
Someone's 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.
- ls he watching? - Yes.
Good.
This is me in character pissed off because you're losing so fast...
...we won't be here past midnight.
Oddly, my character's feelings mirror my own.
Check.
- You know, that's not half bad. - Up to you.
I'm 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 he'd 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.
It's your play, Monsieur Fukutu.
Maybe he can actually pull this off.
Call.
Monsieur Le Chiffre.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mesdames, Messieurs...
...we've now been playing for four hours.
It's time for a short break. We will resume play in one hour.
Well, I think I'll report on the evening's frivolities.
So?
You want to do what to me?
You've lost me completely.
You just said you can't wait to get me back to the room. Come on.
So, what's so damn important?
I'm sorry.
Where is my money?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
You're 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.
You'll 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 I've 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 isn't causing you to perspire.
A little.
But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Ladies and gentlemen, if everybody's ready, let's continue the game.
It's like there's blood on my hands. It's not coming off.
Here, let's see.
That's better.
You cold?
Yeah.
Here.
You have any trouble with the bodies?
Less than some.
Being dead doesn't mean one can't still be helpful.
That'll keep Le Chiffre looking over his shoulder.
He'll be wondering who's gonna come for him next.
How's 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. It's the tell. He is bluffing.
My God, James was right.
It's up to you.
Raise. One million.
Seems someone knows something I don't.
Fold.
Heads up, gentlemen.
It's up to you.
Two.
Re-raise. Two million.
And it's up to you.
I'm all in.
Well, it's 14 million and 500,000.
It's 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.
It's 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, I'm gonna need the other 5 million to buy back in.
I can't do that, James.
Look, I made a mistake.
I was impatient, maybe I was arrogant, but I can beat him.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry?
Sorry?
Try putting that in a sentence.
"Sorry Le Chiffre's gonna win...
...continue funding terror and killing." That kind of sorry?
You lost because of your ego, and that same ego can't take it.
That's what this is about.
All you're going to do now is lose more.
Then you're an idiot.
- I'm sorry? - I said, you're 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 should've introduced myself, seeing as we're 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.
You're not buying in?
No.
Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not gonna last much longer.
You have a better chance. I'll stake you.
I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going.
Just one thing. If you pull it off, the ClA 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.
Thank you.
Wins.
Deal me out.
Sorry, sir. You are the big blind.
Small blind, please.
- Who is it? - It's 007.
Bond's been poisoned. He's going into cardiac arrest.