MGM Studios original film Casino Royale was released November 17th, 2006.
#Casinoroyale cleared $616.5M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 94%
metacritic: 80
imdb: 8.0
James Bond
Special Agent 007 British Secret Service enters a poker tournament in Montenegro.
“M really doesn’t mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She’d just prefer it if it wasn’t selling secrets. Two. I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that’s something. Your contact? Not well. Yes. Considerably.” — James Bond
“Mm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that. Stop touching your ear. Put your hand down. Holster the bloody weapon, Carter. I need him alive.” — James Bond
“Sorry. I’ll shoot the camera first next time. I did. I thought one less bomb-maker in the world would be a good thing. The same way I found out your name. I thought ‘M’ was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for… well, I understand double-0s have a very short life expectancy, so your mistake will be short-lived.” — James Bond
“So you want me to be half monk, half hit-man? Ma’am. Certainly, sir. Sorry, sir. Yes. But it’s a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I haven’t got a reservation. Perfect. Could you do me a favor? I was here for dinner last night and I parked my car next to a very beautiful 1964 Aston Martin. And I’m ashamed to say I nicked the door. You wouldn’t happen to know…? Right. But if I felt compelled to find him? Thank you.” — James Bond
“Good evening. Large Mount Gay with soda, please. Do you mind if I join you? Good evening. Check. Please, no. Give him a chance to win his money back. Oh, and the valet ticket. Thank you.” — James Bond
“Thank you. Can I give you a lift home? Well, perhaps you’re just out of practice. Well, what about a drink at my place? Very. Welcome to my home. It keeps things simple. Well, because then they’d be bad. What makes your husband a bad man? The nature of his work? How afraid? Can I ask you a personal question? Does ‘ellipsis’ mean anything to you? Perhaps later. In that case, we’re gonna need some more champagne. Good evening. Can I get a bottle of chilled Bollinger Grand Annee and the beluga caviar? Yes, with everything. What? No, for one.” — James Bond
“Wait here. It’s Bond. I need her now. Listen, you go and find her, tell her to call security at Miami Airport, because I think a bomb is about to go off, and you do it now. I thought you might. I’ll call you back. I gotta go.” — James Bond
“No. No. Ow. So you can keep an eye on me? You think it’s this man Le Chiffre. Good. Then we’ll know where he’ll be. Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message? 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. No. You can stop pretending. You knew I wouldn’t let this drop, didn’t you?” — James Bond
“Thank you. Every penny of it. ‘Vesper.’ Well, I do hope you gave your parents hell for that. Or quite so stylishly. May I ask you where it is? Well, only if you assume the player with the best hand wins. 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. Yes, I am. Which is why I’ve been able to detect and undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice. You don’t think this is a very good plan, do you? About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty’s a problem. You worry you won’t be taken seriously. 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. Omega. No, of course not. You noticed? Skewered. One sympathizes. Good evening, Miss Lynd.” — James Bond
Le Chiffre
“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. No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return. Agreed. Yes. I have the money, so short another million shares of Skyfleet stock. Just do it.”
“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? No. No, no. That’s all the time I have anyway. Give our guests five minutes to leave or throw them overboard.”
“A man who was under surveillance by the British Secret Service. Which makes me wonder if I can trust you at all.”
“One hundred and one million, two hundred and six thousand dollars. Someone talked.”
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 double-0 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’ve got a bloody cheek. 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 judgement. 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 fire. 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? Utter one more syllable and I’ll have you killed. I knew it was too early to promote you.”
“Bond, this may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand, but arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand. 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.”
“What? You woke me to share his holiday plans? Well, how the hell does he know these things? Who’s he looking at? That slimy bugger. Le Chiffre.”
“Bond? What the hell are you up to? What about it? Bond? Bond! His target is the Skyfleet prototype. It’s launching today.”
“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? Not your name, what you were after?”
“Dimitrios worked as a middleman. He always knew where to put his hands on weapons and people who could use them. He worked with anyone that 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 and 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. 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 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. 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. We want him alive. Le Chiffre doesn’t have 100 million to lose. 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? Don’t worry about keeping in touch. We’ll know where you are. Well, I knew you were you.”
Vesper Lynd
“I’m the money. The Treasury has agreed to stake you in the game. Thank you. Your boss must be well-connected. I’ve never seen so much go out the door so quickly. 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. So that would be what you call ‘bluffing?’ And you’re good at reading people? I’m now assured our money is in good hands. 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? Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.”
“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 though 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 MI6 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? Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard. 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. Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb? Good evening, Mr. Bond.”
Solange
“No wonder he was in such a foul mood. My mistake. That would really send him over the edge. I’m afraid I’m not that cruel. Perhaps. Your place? Is it close? One drink.”
“You like married women don’t you, James? 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? Mm. Yes. But so much more interesting. His nature, I suppose. A mystery, I’m afraid. I’m also afraid you will sleep with me in order to get to him. Not enough to stop. Now would seem an appropriate time. Should I ask him about it? Yes, dear? 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.”
Bahamas / Miami
“Good day, sir, and welcome to the Ocean Club. Hey. Hey. Hello. Are you going to take this or make me wait? Security to car park. Security car park. Absolutely incredible.”
Welcome to the Ocean Club, sir. Checking in? Okay. We have an ocean-view villa. Mr. Dimitrios. If he hasn’t noticed, I’m not sure I’d mention it. Isn’t the type to take bad news well. He has a house just up the beach.”
“We’ve had a good night, we’ve had a few drinks. How can I assist you, sir? Look what just happened. Good job, big boy. Yeah. Oh, good evening. How are you? Small blind, big blind. I’m in. Bet’s to you. Two hundred to you. Bet’s to you. Five to call. Action’s to you. Pair of sevens. Ace high. Check or bet. Check. And to you. Five to call. Check to you, sir. Table stakes. I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry, Mr. Dimitrios. All right, show me, gentlemen. Three kings. There you go with my night. Trip aces. Aces win. Thank you, sir.”
“Good evening, sir, and welcome back.”
“Good evening. Room service. With everything? And would that be for two, sir? For two?”
“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.”
“Welcome to Miami International Airport. Curbside parking in front of the terminal is restricted… oh, my God!”
“You got everything you need? Yeah, I have. I’m gonna get a few more photos…”
Villiers
“He’s in the Bahamas. Well, he’s logged into our secure website using your name and password. Well, I’m doing my best to find out. Alex Dimitrios. Now known associates…”
“Yes. I’m afraid she can’t be disturbed. Can I take a message? Sorry, can I put you on hold? The Skyfleet S570 prototype. ‘The largest airplane in the world will be unveiled today at Miami Airport.'”
Madagascar
“Looks like our man. Burn scars on his face. He’s on the move. He’s on the move and he’s heading straight for me. Sorry?”
Le Chiffre’s Clientel
“So how do I trust this man that I’ve never met with my money? Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre? I want no risk in the portfolio. And I can access it anywhere in the world?”
Le Chiffre’s Associates
“We have less than 36 hours. I can…”
“Hello. Hello.”
Mr. White
“You asked for the introduction. That’s all my organization will guarantee.”
Dimitrios
“If that was for luck, you’re two hours late. I heard you. Five thousand. All in. No, wait. Twenty thousand. Okay. This is on the table. That’s my car. Wanna bet?”
“I’m having a hard time seeing how this is my fault. It’s your plan. All I did was get you the man. 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.”
“I’m on the last flight tonight to Miami. Don’t wait up. I’ll be back in the morning.”
Stockbroker
“Sir, you must know you’re betting against the market. No one expects this stock to go anywhere but up.”
“The put’s expired. I’m sorry, I’m not sure yet how much you’ve lost.”
Dryden
“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 I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes… shame. We barely got to know each other. True. How did he die? Made you feel it, did he? Well… you needn’t worry. The second is…”