Most scenes together: Bond & Vesper (10), Bond & M (4), Bond & Le Chiffre (3)
Because of the bitter aftertaste?
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.
It was a very good line.
But you're laughing at it.
Not so much it, as you.
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.
Really? I just thought it was something pretty.
No you didn't. Someone gave that to you. [pause] He's a very lucky man.
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--
Two.
Dryden Shame. We barely got to know each other. [pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.]
Dryden True. How did he die?
Your contact? Not well.
Dryden Made you feel it, did he? Well...you needn't worry. The second is--
Mr. White Hello?
Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White Who is this?
The name's Bond. James Bond.
Leiter I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley. [sees the knife in Bond's hand] You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.
Had. Excuse me.
Leiter You're not buying in?
No.
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.
What about the winnings?
Leiter Does it look like we need the money?
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 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.
I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing.
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?
Same way I found out your name. I thought "M" was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for--
Utter one more syllable, and I'll have you killed. [Bond remains silent in agreement] I knew it was too early to promote you.
Well, I understand 00's 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 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.
Ma'am.
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?
She left her cell phone. She must have known I'd check it.
Hm, she knew you were you. [pause] Well, at least this clears Mathis.
No.
No?
No. It would have proved that she's guilty, not that he's innocent. It could have been a double-blind. Keep sweating him.
No.
Will do.
Why should I need more time? The job's done, and the bitch is dead.
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.
Every penny of it.
Hm. Hello.
You alright?
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.
If you'd have just been born, wouldn't you be naked?
You have me there. [whispers in his ear] You can have me anywhere.
Yeah. Here, there. Anywhere you like.
Does this mean that you're…warming to me?
Yeah. That's how I would describe it.
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".
I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.
That is something to be afraid of.
Mendel Hello!
Urgh, perfect timing.
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.
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.
You can do that.
I would if I knew what it was.
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.
Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Mendel.
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.
That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.
I have no idea.
But you're aching to find out.
You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.
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]
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.
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!
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?
I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.
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.
