Casino Royale (2006 film)

I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.

Casino Royale is a 2006 British-American action spy film, the sequel to 2002 film Die Another Day, in which, after earning 00 status and a license to kill, Secret Agent James Bond sets out on his first mission as 007. Bond must defeat a private banker funding terrorists in a high-stakes game of poker at Casino Royale, Montenegro. It was followed by 2008 film sequel Quantum of Solace.

Directed by Martin Campbell. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and Paul Haggis (screenplay), based on the novel by Ian Fleming.

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James Bond

[In a monotone voice after being implanted with a tracking chip in his arm before Q] Ow.
[To Vesper] You represent the Treasury.
[Takes documents out of envelope in his vehicle] I love you too, M.
[Bond returns to his seat in a game of poker after being poisoned] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.

Le Chiffre

You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's 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?

M

Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister, and 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 00 status, and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy. Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he? In the old days, if an agent did something that embarrassing, he'd have the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War!

Vesper Lynd

And now he knows something about you. He knows you're reckless. [Steps into a lift elevator, without James] Take the next one. Take the next one. There isn't enough space for me and your ego.
[Last lines] I'm sorry, James. [The lift she is in falls into water and she drowns]

René Mathis

[James and Vesper meets René at an outdoor cafe] My name is Mathis. Rene Mathis. I'm your contact here. [James asks if Le Chiffre is aware of being surveilled] 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. [Police cruisers arrive with officers crowding around the police chief] I hate to say it... but the accountants seem to be running Ml6 these days. Oh, not that I have anything against accountants. [Strokes Vesper's shoulder] 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.

Dialogue

[First lines]

James Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer if it weren't selling secrets.

Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being Section Chief. I'd know of anyone being promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes--

James Bond: Two.

Dryden: [Pulls his gun on Bond; smiles] Shame. We barely got to know each other. [Pulls the trigger, but nothing happens]

James Bond: [Holds up the gun's magazine] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.

Dryden: True. How did he die?

James Bond: Your contact? Not well.

Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well...you needn't worry. The second is--

[James draws his gun and shoots him dead]

James Bond: Yes. Considerably.

Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?

Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.

[M comes home to find James waiting for her]

M: You've got a bloody cheek.

James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.

M: 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 to kill him! [Angrily throws down a newspaper headlined MI6 KILLS UNARMED PRISONER onto a table in front of Bond] For God's sake, you're supposed to display some kind of judgment.

James Bond: I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing.

M: Exactly. One bomb maker. We're trying to figure 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 overdeveloped trigger finger, we have no idea who hired him, or why. And how the hell did you find out where I lived?

James Bond: Same way I found out your name. I thought "M" was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for--

M: [Interrupts Bond] Utter one more syllable, and I'll have you killed. [Bond remains silent in agreement] I knew it was too early to promote you.

James Bond: Well, I understand 00's have a very short life expectancy, so your mistake will be short-lived.

M: Bond, this may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand, but arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand-in-hand.

James Bond: So you want me to be half monk, half hit-man?

M: Any thug can kill. I want you to take your ego out of the equation, and to judge the situation dispassionately. I need to know that 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. [Bond heads for the elevator] And Bond...don't ever break into my house again.

James Bond: Ma'am.

Obanno: So how do I trust this man that I've never met with my money?

Mr. White: 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.

Villiers: [Calling and waking M up in the middle of the night] He's in The Bahamas.

M: You woke me to share his holiday plans?

Villiers: He's logged into our secure website, using your name and password.

M: How the hell does he know these things?

M: [James walks up to the crime scene of Solange's murder with abuzz with CSIs] 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?

James Bond: No.

M: Not your name, what you were after?

James Bond: No.

M: 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. [MI6 technician appears] Oh, good. You're here. [To James] Albanian, we believe. Chess prodigy. A bit of a mathematical genius and liked to prove it by playing poker.

James Bond: [In monotone voice upon being implanted with a tracking chip] Ow. [Getting scanned] So you can keep an eye on me?

M: 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 9l12, 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.

James Bond: You think it's this man Le Chiffre.

M: 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.

James Bond: Good. Then we'll know where he'll be. Do you want a clean kill or to send a message?

M: We want him alive. Le Chiffre doesn't have 100 million to lose.

James Bond: 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.

M: 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? [Walks away]

James Bond: No.

M: [Stops and turns] Don't worry about keeping in touch. We'll know where you are.

James Bond: You can stop pretending. You knew I wouldn't let this drop, didn't you?

M: Well, I knew you were you. [Walks away]

[Vesper Lynd sits opposite James Bond on the train to Montenegro]

Vesper Lynd: I'm the money.

James Bond: Every penny of it.

[Vesper hands him her business card]

Vesper Lynd: The Treasury has agreed to stake you in the game.

James Bond: [Reading the card] Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.

Vesper Lynd: So, you're telling me it's a matter of probability and odds? I was worried there wasn't chance involved.

James Bond: Well, only if you assume the player with the best hand wins.

Vesper Lynd: So there will be what you call bluffing?

'James Bond: [Smiles] You've heard the term? [Vesper smiles back] Then you'll know that in poker you never play your hand... you play the man across from you.

Vesper Lynd: And you're good at reading people?

James Bond: Yes I am. Which is why I've been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.

Vesper Lynd: I'm now assured our money is in good hands.

James Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?

Vesper Lynd: 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?

James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.

Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

James Bond: 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, umm, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm going to have to go with "orphan."

[Long pause]

Vesper Lynd: All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you 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 that you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity; hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are. [Bond smiles] Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. [She glances at his wrist] Rolex?

James Bond: Omega.

Vespe Lyndr: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...

James Bond: No, of course not.

Vesper Lynd: 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.

James Bond: [Smiles ironically] You noticed.

Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?

James Bond: Skewered. One sympathises.

[Pause]

Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Good evening, Miss Lynd.

Vesper Lynd: [Walks up to lift elevator, presses button and James walks up] Very funny.

James Bond: 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.

Vesper Lynd: And now he knows something about you. He knows you're reckless. [Steps into lift elevator with James] Take the next one. There isn't enough room for me and your ego.

[James and Vesper read up on their cover identities, "Arlington Beech" and "Stephanie Broadchest"]

James Bond: We've been involved for quite a long while, hence the shared suite.

Vesper Lynd: But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearance's sake, it'll be a two-bedroom suite.

James Bond: [Cheekily] I do hate it when religion comes between us.

Vesper Lynd: Religion and a locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?

James Bond: Don't worry. You're not my type.

Vesper Lynd: Smart?

James Bond: Single.

Vesper Lynd: [In hotel room bathroom] Yes?

James Bond: For you. [Brings in a beautiful purple dress and hangs it on the bathroom door]

Vesper Lynd: Something you expect me to wear?

James Bond: When you walk in and kiss me wearing that, the other players will be thinking of your neckline rather than their cards. Do you think you could do that for me?

Vesper Lynd: [Cheekily] I'll do my best.

James Bond: Thank you.

[James walks out of the bathroom and notices a dinner jacket lying on his bed. He walks back into the bathroom, holding the dinner jacket]

James Bond: I have a dinner jacket.

Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.

James Bond: How...? It's tailored.

Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.

[A bartender comes to the poker table to take drink orders]

James Bond: Dry martini.

Bartender: Oui, monsieur.

James Bond: Wait. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice and add a thin slice of lemon peel.

Bartender: Yes, sir.

Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.

Infante: So will I.

Bartender: Yes, sir.

Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well. Keep the fruit.

Le Chiffre: [Annoyed] That's it? Hmm? Anyone want to play poker now?

Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.

Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr. Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.

James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be really in trouble until I start weeping blood.

James Bond: Vodka martini.

Bartender: Shaken or stirred?

James Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?

[Felix stops James on his way to killing Le Chiffre]

Felix Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley. [Sees the knife in James' hand] You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.

James Bond: Had. Excuse me.

Felix Leiter: You're not buying in?

James Bond: No.

Felix Leiter: Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to 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: you pull it off, the CIA bring him in.

James Bond: What about the winnings?

Felix Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?

[James sips his drink]

James Bond: You know, I think I'll call that a "Vesper."

Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?

James Bond: No. Because once you've tasted it, it's all you want to drink. [Vesper laughs] I thought it was a quite a good line.

VesperLynd: It was a very good line.

James Bond: But you're laughing at it.

VesperLynd: Not so much it, as you.

James Bond: [Chuckles] Oh, well, that's fine, then. [Pauses and looks at Vesper's necklace] I've figured out what that is. It's an Algerian Love Knot.

Vesper Lynd: Really? I just thought it was something pretty.

James Bond: No, you didn't. Someone gave that to you. [Pause] He's a very lucky man.

M: Who is it?

Command center operator 1: [To M] It's 007. Bond's been poisoned. He's going into cardiac arrest. [To James] Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead... within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you.

James Bond: I'm all ears.

Command center operator 1: Remove the defibrillator from the pouch.

Do we know what it is yet?

Command center operator 1: We're still scanning. Attach the leads to your chest. Ventricular tachycardia. Digitalis.

Command center operator 2: What do we give him?

Command center operator 1: The kit has amphetamines, antihistamines... hydrocortisone. Adrenaline? As soon as it reads charged--

Command center operator 2: Lidocaine. That'll work.

Command center operator 1: Bond, don't push the red button yet. Do you hear me? Don't push it.

Command center operator 3: His heart's gonna stop.

Command center operator 1: There's only time for one charge before he passes out. Take the blue combipen, Bond. Mid-neck into the vein. That'll counteract the digitalis. You're 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! [James realizes a wire is unplugged and passes out with Vesper appearing, inserting the red wire into the shock pad and presses the red button, reviving James]

James Bond: You okay?

Vesper Lynd: Me?

James Bond: Thank you.

Vesper Lynd: You're welcome. Now get yourself off to a hospital.

James Bond: [Gets up] I will do. As soon as I've won this game.

Vesper Lynd: You're not seriously going back there?

James Bond: [Walking past her adjusting his tie nonchalantly] I wouldn't dream of it.

Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you, killing those people?

James Bond: I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.

Vesper Lynd: I don't believe you. You've got a choice, you know. Just because you've done something doesn't mean you have to keep doing it.

James Bond: Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?

Vesper Lynd: You think I can't take my own advice?

James Bond: I think something is driving you. And I don't think I'll ever find out what that is.

[James has been stripped naked, tied to a bottomless chair, and tortured with repeated lashes to the testicles from Le Chiffre's knotted rope in order to force him to reveal the password for the Swiss bank account]

Le Chiffre: Miss Lynd will give me the account number, if she hasn't already, so all I need from you is the password.

[James glares icily at Le Chiffre]

[Sternly] The password, please.

James Bond: [Defiantly] I've got a little itch... down there. Would you mind?

[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles]

James Bond: [Screams in agony] No! No! No! No…TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT!

Le Chiffre: You are a funny man, Mr. Bond. [Lashes him again]

James Bond: [Screams in pain] Yes, yes, yes! [Starts laughing maniacally] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!

Le Chiffre: I died? I died?

James Bond: Yes, because no matter what you do, I'm not going to give you the password, which means your clients are going to hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing! Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere left to hide.

Le Chiffre: Oh, but you are SO WRONG! Because even after I slaughter you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms! Because they need what I know.

James Bond: [Resigned] The big picture.

[From the other room, Vesper screams - Bond and Le Chiffre notice it]

Le Chiffre: Yes. Now give me the password, and I will at least let her live. [Slaps him on the cheek] Come on, Bond. Do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.

[James starts laughing]

Le Chiffre: You're really not going to tell me, are you?

James Bond: No.

[Le Chiffre knocks James on his back and brandishes a knife]

Le Chiffre: Then... I think I'll feed you what you seem not to value.

[Suddenly, two gunshots are heard and Mr. White charges into the room, pointing a gun at Le Chiffre]

Le Chiffre: I'll get the money. Tell them I'll get the money.

Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust. [Mr. White shoots Le Chiffre dead]

[At the Lake Como hospital, Vesper is sitting, smiling and looking at James who is asleep. He wakes up and smiles]

James Bond: Hm. Hello.

Vesper Lynd: [Softly] Hello.

James Bond: You alright?

Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do, you look at me as if…you haven't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.

James Bond: If you'd have just been born, wouldn't you be naked?

Vesper Lynd: You have me there. [Whispers in his ear] You can have me anywhere.

[James touches her arm]

James Bond: I can?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. Here, there. Anywhere you like.

James Bond: Does this mean that you're…warming to me?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. That's how I would describe it.

James Bond: It's just that not so long ago, I would have described your feelings towards me as, um…well, I'm trying to think of a better word than "loathing".

Vesper Lynd: I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.

James Bond: That is something to be afraid of.

[They are about to kiss, but Mr. Mendel runs up to them, carrying a silver briefcase]

Mendel: Hello!

James Bond: Urgh, perfect timing.

Vesper Lynd: Oh - Monsieur Mendel. How are things in Switzerland?

Mendel: My apologies. I do not need to rush, but 120 million is a large sum of money.

James Bond: It certainly is. You didn't bring any chocolates with you?

Mendel: I'm afraid not. [Laughs] If you would type in the account number? [Vesper does so] And now the password.

James Bond: You can do that.

Vesper Lynd: I would if I knew what it was.

James Bond: V-E-S-P-E-R. [As he says more letters, Vesper realises, turns and smiles. She types the password]

Mendel: The funds have now been transferred. Sorry for disturbing you. Thank you. Auf Wiedersehen.

James Bond: Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Mendel.

[Mendel leaves. Vesper looks upset and turns to face Bond]

Vesper Lynd: You know, James…I want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile, and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever met.

James Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.

Vesper Lynd: I have no idea.

James Bond: But you're aching to find out.

Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.

James Bond: I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me... [Vesper puts her hand on his cheek] whatever is left of me, whatever I am... I'm yours.

[They kiss]

Vesper Lynd: Does everyone have a tell?

James Bond: Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. I wonder if that's why I love you.

Vesper Lynd: You love me?

James Bond: Enough to float around the world with you until one of us has to find an honest job. Which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.

Vesper Lynd: You're serious?

James Bond: It's like you said. You do what I do long enough, there won't be any soul left to salvage. I'm leaving with what little I have left. Is that enough for you?

[Vesper kisses him]

[On the phone]

M: She had a boyfriend. A French Algerian. They were very much in love. He was kidnapped by the organisation behind Le Chiffre. And they blackmailed her, threatening to kill him unless she co-operated. We should have picked up on it, but sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends. How are you doing?

James Bond: She left her cell phone. She must have known I'd check it.

M: Hm, she knew you were you. [Pause] Well, at least this clears Mathis.

James Bond: No.

M: No?

James Bond: No. It would have proved that she's guilty, not that he's innocent. It could have been a double-blind. Keep sweating him.

[Pause]

M: You don't trust anyone, do you, James?

James Bond: No.

[Pause]

M: Then you've learnt your lesson. Get back as soon as you can. We need you.

James Bond: Will do.

[Pause]

M: If you do need time…

James Bond: Why should I need more time? The job's done, and the bitch is dead.

M: James? Did you ever ask yourself why you weren’t killed that night? Isn’t it obvious? She made a deal to spare your life in exchange for the money. I’m sure she hoped they would let her live. but she must have known she was going to her death. And now we’ll never know who was behind this, the trail’s gone cold.

[Last lines of the film: Mr. White answers a call on his phone]

Mr. White: Hello?

James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.

Mr. White: Who is this?

[White is suddenly shot in the leg, and drops to the ground screaming in pain. He drags himself toward the house, but he is stopped at the steps…and looks up to see Bond with Vesper's phone in his left hand and a Heckler & Koch UMP sub-machine gun in his right hand]

Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

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Cast

Daniel Craig - James Bond
Eva Green - Vesper Lynd
Mads Mikkelsen - Le Chiffre
Judi Dench - M
Giancarlo Giannini - Rene Mathis
Jesper Christensen - Mr. White
Jeffrey Wright - Felix Leiter

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