All language subtitles for Casino.Royale.1967.720p.BRRip.x264.AAC-ETRG.English

Mr. Bond?

- Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Mathis
of the Special Police.

These are my credentials.

They appear to be in order.

Come with me.

They used to say a good spy
is a pure spy, inside and out.

Roses, Tanagra figurines and Debussy.

He plays Debussy every afternoon,

from sunset until it's too dark
to read the music.

Stands on his head a lot,
eats royal jelly.

Lets his intestines down
and washes them by hand.

Something he learned
during his sojourn in Tibet.

M, what gives?

I forgot to mention lions.

- Lions and more lions.
- We're surrounded by lions.

I did not come here
to be devoured by symbols of monarchy!

I warn you, M, if this is a trap...

Calm yourselves, gentlemen.
It's no trap, I assure you.

The lions are only curious.
He has few visitors.

That I can believe.

A veritable Eden,
is it not, gentlemen?

Eden without an Eve is an absurdity.

A good spy is a pure spy.

Not good. Great.

The greatest spy in history, gentlemen.

The true, one and only,
original James Bond.

- The gentlemen are here, Sir James.
- Thank you.

- My dear Bond.
- My dear M.

Ransome, CIA, Sir James.

J-Junior cipher c-clerk in m-my day,
weren't you, Ransome?

Yes, sir. JCC, class G, SIC to SCCT.

Uh... CIA, Washington DC.

Smernov, KGB, Sir James.

Ah, yes. L-Labor camp inspector.

Ikon 988, GPU, Siberian sector.

I remember your ch-chap Lenin
very well.

First-class organizer,
second-class mind.

Le Grand, Sir James. Deuxième bureau.

Promoted at last from the vice detail?

How incredibly well you look, James.

Time, my dear M,
does not exist within these walls.

They ain't for real.

Yes, a far cry
from our embattled world.

In my day, spying
was an alternative to war.

The spy was a member of a select
and immaculate priesthood,

vocationally d-devoted,
sublimely disinterested.

Hardly a description
of that sexual acrobat

who leaves a t-trail of beautiful dead
women like blown roses behind him.

- You mean...
- You know very well who I mean.

That b-bounder to whom you gave
my name and number.

My dear James, when you left us
we were a small service,

under-financed,
ludicrously ill-equipped.

It was essential
that your legend be maintained.

Without a James Bond 007,
no one would have respected us.

Him and his wretched g-gadgets.

We must make use
of the weapons of our time.

So I observe.

You, Ransome, with your trick carnation
that s-spits cyanide.

You ought to be ashamed.

The Russians started it.

And you, Smernov, with an armory
concealed in your grotesque boots.

- Listen to them tinkle.

And you, Le Grand,
with a different deadly poison

in each of your fly buttons.

And you, M,
with your flame-throwing fountain pens.

Y-Y-You're joke-shop spies, gentlemen.

We are in the last half
of the 20th century, Sir James.

- Even you have to face it.
- Why should I, when I can face that?

Look at my garden.
Out there, there is a black rose.

Not dark red, but black.

As a raven's wing at midnight.

I would not exchange one single petal

for anything your world has to offer,

including an Aston M-Martin
with lethal accessories.

You have only contempt for the
proletariat, Sir James. This we know.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
you'd lost your faith in democracy.

You can break the glass,
but you can't hold back the weather.

Things are bad.

I've lost 11 agents in the last
fortnight, seven killed, four missing.

- Is my namesake among them?
- He may well be tomorrow.

Eight of ours were given the works...
two in the Pentagon.

- Sixteen.
- KGB is depleted.

I cannot disclose exact figures.

The enemy has penetrated
our most secret inner circles.

- He reads our very mind.
- For all we know,

he has his eye on us now.

Are you quite sure
he is not one or m-more of you?

- Oh, no, no.
- Absolutely sure.

Until this danger is past, we must stand
united in the defense of all spies,

great or small,
regardless of nationality.

Calamity makes strange b-bedfellows,
but why, in the strength of your unity,

do you disturb a gentleman
in his retirement?

We need your inspirational leadership.

Please give us the benefit of
your incomparable powers of deduction.

- For all freedom-loving peoples.
- For the glorious socialist revolution.

If I may interrupt this flow of clichés,

it is now that time of day
I have set apart for Debussy.

Can this be the man
who won a Victoria Cross at Mafeking?

The hero
of the Ashanti Uprising?

What genius to be wasted
in the service of a crumbling empire.

Why, at the height of his powers,
did Bond decide to retire?

Mata Hari, my dear friend.

- What's the connection?
- The woman in his life.

- I don't get it.
- It was his painful duty...

to lure her across the Spanish
frontier into France,

where we stood her
in front of a firing squad.

He really loved that woman.

Well, James?

I'm sorry, old man,
but what you ask is quite impossible.

Perhaps...
this will change your decision.

My record speaks my loyalty.
But no, not even for her, McTarry.

Sorry, James.

There's McTarry's signal. Stand by.

- Zero.
- On.

- Fire!
- Fire!

Up 200!

- Authority to Control.
- Go ahead.

Proceed with Smersh Plan B.

Sir James Bond is back, with his morals,
his vows, and his celibate image.

We must destroy that image.

Riverbank to Control.

- Go ahead.
- The target has just entered Scotland.

- M's castle to Control.
- M's name is McTarry. Use it.

Plan B in operation.

McTarry Castle completely occupied,
with only one change.

Agent Mimi is now M's widow.

Agent Mimi impersonating Lady Fiona?

Well, she has the best Scots accent.

And that's all that's left
of the McTarry.

Your husband d-died
as he lived, Lady Fiona.

In the service of Her Majesty.

I thought it would be
my p-painful duty to impart the news.

How did you know your husband M...
I'm sorry, McTarry... was dead?

- We were told.
- Might I ask who told you?

- The Grey Piper.
- The who?

Tell Sir James
about the Grey Piper, lass.

Whenever a McTarry dies,
he comes down from the mountain,

over the loch
and through the heather,

playing the clan lament.

We always put a tappit-hen of
usquebaugh outside the castle door.

- Tappit-hen?
- A quart o' whisky.

- Is he a real p-piper?
- We dinna ken.

But it's been
the same one for 600 years.

- Naught else remains?
- Nothing to s-speak of, I'm afraid.

It was found in a tree,
100 yards from where he stood.

Took off, as it were,
and flew like a b-bird.

But whether it is an article of apparel

or an anatomical f-feature,
that is the question.

Should it be given Christian burial?
Just how p-personal is a toupee?

It can only be regarded as a "hairloom."

Eliza, put it with
all the other relics of McTarry glory.

We all ken that
our beloved McTarry of the Glen

was a different man in Whitehall.

But McTarry women
never ask questions.

According to clan tradition,
when the laird dies,

a black he-goat must be ta'en alive

off Ben Tarry by six barefoot virgins.

I myself slaughter it.

The daughters wrest the stomach out,
and stuff it wi' entrails.

Bright entrails.

Sear it, boil it, and serve it up.

And... eat it?

- Warm reekin'.
- Sounds d-delicious.

We start feastin' at midnight, washin'
the haggis down wi' usquebaugh.

One gives strength to the limbs,
the other fire to the blood for dancin'.

- Dancing?
- The McTarry funeral fling.

"Argar, argar garar goru argar" it goes.

Most m-moving.

Ah, we dance till we fall in our tracks.

And after an hour's repose,
the piper wakes us

to the tune o' "Awa' to the Grouse,"

and awa' we go
to the memorial grouse shoot.

B-But surely the grouse
are not in season?

Whenever a McTarry dies,
the grouse come into season.

I'm Heather.

I'm Meg. Your bath's ready, Sir James.

- Thank you.
- At the end of the passage.

- Very kind of you.
- Let us help you out o' your duddies.

- No, thank you. I can manage m-my...
- We always helped Daddy.

How many... of you are there?
D-Daughters, I mean.

- Eleven in all.
- Eleven? M-My word.

And how do the ages...
Ho-ho-ha-ha!... run?

Who is the...
How young is the youngest?

- Sixteen.
- And the eldest?

- Nineteen.
- You mean there are only...?

Ha-ha! Careful, that's my loose kneecap.

There are only three years
between all... Ho-ho-ho!... 11 of you?

Some of us are adopted daughters.

I see. Ooh. Steady.

- Are there any m-men in the house?
- Nane but the pipers.

My daddy only liked the lassies.

Your d-daddy really was
a d-different man in Whitehall.

I'm testing the temperature
of the water,

as I always did for my daddy.

He used to call me
his little thermometer.

- Well? Get in.

- Get in?
- Get in!

You're sure I'm not c-crowding you?

Get in.

Ah! Do you like your back scrubbed?

Thank you.

- What is your n-name, my dear?
- Buttercup.

- How, um... old are you?
- Seventeen.

- Do you, um... go to school?
- Daddy taught us.

There. You're as sleek as a baby.

Now, turn round.

What form are you in?

Can ye nae judge that
for yourself, Sir James?

- What is your favorite subject?
- Anatomy.

That's your mediastinum.

That's your orbicularis oris.

That's your Azygos vein.

That's your articular cartilage,
and those are your synovial membranes.

- Right, right.
- It's getting gey cold!

- Quite.
- My daddy liked it hotter.

I am not your d-da... Quite.

Thank you.

- To the laird!
- To the laird!

To your right, Sir James...

Lady Mary, daughter
of Lord Douglas McTarry,

raped by the Campbells in 1622.

In retaliation of which,

Lord Douglas sent his only son Hamish

out to rape twa Campbell lassies.

- At the same t-time?
- Eldest first, of course.

As prescribed by scripture.
The youngest bore him triplets.

Their union being
thus bounteously blessed,

a contract of marriage was entered into,

which brought the McTarrys Black
Loch, Ben Torn, the Shags of Raugh,

Glen Noch, and a good stretch
of salmon water.

All the best.

I say, does she...?

Good night, ladies.

Sleep I've had nane
for thinkin' on my dearie.

All the long night I walk,
grovelin' in grief.

Comfort me, Jamie lad.

Gie me your bosom to weep on.

- Doudle me, Jamie.
- Really, madam!

I hereby claim my widow's due

according to McTarry tradition.

Let me be comforted.

Doudle me!

A quaint custom, but one more honored
in the breach than in the observance.

Then you'll have to pay the piper!

The p-piper?

You heard me,
you mean-mou'd, ill-willie cuif!

You'll have to pay the piper!

Robin! Jock!

Sandy!

You've been challenged to warsle
with Sir James.

He wants to warsle.

I haven't... warsled for years.
I may be a little out of p-practice.

Play ball!

Ha! Superbe!

Formidable!

Splendide! Bravo!

Magnifique. Mais...

Surprising how quickly
it all comes back.

Ah, well. A little b-beauty sleep
before the grouse shoot, perhaps?

Beaters, follow Marie over to the butts.

Eliza, stay here with me
for the countdown.

Oh, my love...
is like a red, red rose...

...that's newly sprung in June.

- Fire, Mission.
- Roger.

- Fuse alarm missiles.
- Roger.

- Supercharge.
- Roger.

Fire.

The button!

The button!

The button!

- Oh, beloved!
- Ah. Good of you to join me.

- The button! The button!
- She's with him.

Magnetic! Homing device!

- Which button is it? Let me look!
- Ah. There's a knife in my pocket.

- See!
- Ah. Take off my braces.

- Huh?
- My braces.

And now, madam, if you'd be kind
enough to furnish a few answers.

Our orders were to corrupt you,
to befoul your image of yourself.

Failing that, we were to kill you.

- I see.
- Look! They've found the button.

- Who g-gave you these orders?
- Authority.

International Mothers' Help,
East Berlin.

Jolly good sport, what?

You're wounded.

'Tis but a thimbleful.

But heart's blood.

Farewell, Jamie.

- My dear.
- Oh!

Again. Say it again.

James Bond, my jo James.

James Bond, my jo.

My dear.

One more request.

The last.

Think of me
as the second woman in your life.

The one after Mata Hari.

Kiss me, Jamie.

Kiss me goodbye.

Madam! Are you quite sure you're dying?

Not dying... but giving up my life.

I'm going to another world.

There's a convent over that hill.

Bond leaving Scotland now.
Instructions understood.

Jag to Dairy. Contact in position.

- Get ready to deliver milk.
- Dairy to Jag. Understood.

- Stand by, Remote Control.
- Remote control ready.

Speed ready. Distance ready.

- Start milk float.
- Contact.

- Distance 75 yards.
- Accelerating.

- Prime detonators.
- Check.

- Gap has widened.
- 30 yards.

- Retract detonators.
- Check.

- Hold it. He's too close.
- Dropping speed.

Ignore Jag. Increase speed.

- Distance gauge failing.
- Vision failing... No vision.

Switch to automatic control.
Hello, Jag. Are you receiving me?

Drop speed. I'm in direct line.

Jag to Dairy. Drop speed now!

Hello, Jag. Come in, Jag.

- Detonators out.
- Out.

Good Lord! Moneypenny.
You haven't changed a bit.

Actually,
I'm Miss Moneypenny's daughter.

- How is your dear mother?
- After you left, she took the vows.

That seems to be
the in thing to do these days.

I must say, this place
brings back a few memories.

Yes, Mother told me some of them.

She probably also told you
that I'm partial to jasmine tea.

- Jasmine tea, sir?
- Lapsang Souchong.

By the way, since I came in here
have you noticed me stammer?

- No, sir.
- Let me know if I do.

I haven't got time for that now.

- Will you be needing me tonight, sir?
- Very probably.

If I'm to take over this department,
I have to know all M's secrets.

- Not his personal ones, of course.

- May I say welcome back, Sir James.
- Ah. Thank you, um...

- Hadley, sir.
- Of course. You were...

- My father's son, sir.
- And where is your dear father now?

- The same place, sir.
- That's encouraging.

Bring me up to date.
Who's on what assignment?

- It's not a happy picture.
- Why the black flags?

They've been liquidated, I'm afraid.

Uh... Finland... stabbed to death
in a ladies' sauna bath, sir.

Uh... Madrid...
burnt in a blazing bordello, sir.

And Tokyo, sir...
Garrotted in a geisha house.

It's depressing that "secret agent" has
become synonymous with "sex maniac".

- Incidentally, where is my namesake?
- We had to take him off the board, sir.

He's now doing television.

Oh. Why are there two flags
in the Caribbean?

We've been out of contact for a month,
sir. We're not sure which one to leave.

- Who's there?
- Your nephew, sir. Uh... Jimmy Bond.

Oh. Rather a disappointment,
I'm afraid... little Jimmy.

Listen... You can't shoot me. I, uh...

I have a very low threshold of death.

My doctor says I can't have bullets
enter my body at any time.

I... I... uh... oh... oh...

What if I said I was pregnant?

Oh, uh... Oh.

Uh... Could I have a last c-cigarette?
I'm gonna give it up any day now.

Thank you.

Um... Oh.

Listos!

Uh... You realize this means
an angry letter to The Times.

Apunten!

Fuego!

So long, suckers! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Apunten! Fuego!

And so I think
we'd better count him out, sir.

Yes... Hadley, we're up against
an opposition of fiendish ingenuity.

- They make incredible use of women.
- Yes, they tend to nowadays.

Female spies harassed me in Scotland,
female spies chased me to London...

We need an AFSD...
Anti-Female-Spy Device.

We find the one man all women want,
then we train him not to want women.

All our wantable agents
have disappeared, sir.

This is where you come in.
Go through all the auxiliary files.

The lot, sir? It'll take all night.

Your mother did her best work at night.

- Shall we continue?
- Mm?

- And what is your name?
- Cooper, Big Eyes. But call me Coop.

- Like something for keeping birds.
- That's me.

I have to note your qualifications.

Height six-foot, two and a half,
184 pounds.

Trophies for karate and judo,
holder of the Kamasutra black belt.

Very impressive.

- How do you spell that?
- I'll show you.

I have to check 15 more auxiliaries
in alphabetical...

Call Mr. Zacharias and tell him not to
wait up. The vacancy's just been filled.

A first-class performance, Cooper.
Excellent.

- Your primary statistics fit the bill.
- We aim to please, sir.

You will start
your AFSD training immediately.

Moneypenny, get a few dozen girls
for Cooper to start with.

- Moneypenny?
- A few dozen girls...

I appreciate your confidence, sir.

All agents and trainees will now be
known as James Bond 007,

- including the girls.
- Won't that be confusing, sir?

The enemy won't know which way
to turn. You are now James Bond.

Congratulations, 007.

And you, 007... uh... sir.

Good hunting, 007.

Doesn't that do something to you, 007?

It does but I'm being trained
to ignore it.

Beauty's only skin deep.

How about some skin diving?

Not today, Lorelei.

Right. Ting-Ling.

You know that every fifth child
born in the world is Chinese?

- They'll have to keep it up without me.
- Why are you so inscrutable?

- That's meant to be our racket.
- You might be a double agent.

- What would you do if I was?
- Whether you are or not, sayonara.

Next. Shirley.

- You're not Shirley.
- No.

I'm the new secret weapon.

- I've just been perfected.
- Yes, haven't you?

- They've kept me under wraps.
- Lucky them.

What do you do that's so secret?

I don't do anything.
But unless you're one of them, you do.

Hey! You're really learning
to put up quite a resistance.

- It goes against my nature.
- I sense that too.

- What are you doing after the exercise?
- Getting my head examined.

Our man in Delhi tells us gold will
be up two points by midday tomorrow.

Buy gold.

- It'll cost you three nuclear warheads.
- Offer two.

Your offer for Rockefeller Center
is accepted.

I've changed my mind. I like London.
What about Lord Nelson's statue?

It was delivered today, Miss Lynd.

My dear Miss Lynd.

- Who are you, sir?
- I am Sir James Bond.

But I thought
you were retired, Sir James.

The whole world believes
you were eaten by a shark.

That was no shark,
that was my personal submarine.

But enough of this polite conversation.

- What is the purpose of your visit?
- I desperately need your help.

My dear Sir James, I hardly ever
undertake assignments these days.

I can see why, but I think I can
persuade you to undertake this one.

Your reputation is remarkable.

But believe me when I say
I save all my energies for business.

I have here a writ
for just over £5 million tax arrears.

If you were to be cooperative,

I could arrange easy payments
and a substantial discount?

Uh... Perhaps we should discuss
this matter in comfort, Sir James.

Ah. Thank you.
What a charming outfit that is.

Do you often wear that in the office?

If I wore it in the street,
people might stare.

You said, Sir James,
you needed my help.

I did, didn't I? I have a dossier on a
man who works at the Buckingham Club.

His name is Evelyn Tremble.

Mr. Evelyn Tremble?

- Yes, that's right.
- Isn't Evelyn a girl's name?

No, it's mine... actually.

- Do you know me from somewhere?
- Your book: Tremble On Baccarat.

I've studied it very closely.

At night... in my bed.

Is that where you study it?

There are several passes
you describe in your book...

...which I don't fully understand.

Which passes are these?

Oh, they're all marked. I would
have to have my book... Your book.

And my book is in...

My bed.

You're winning tonight.

I'll send my car for you.

- Yes?
- Hello. It's me, Evelyn Tremble.

Oh, hello, Mr. Tremble.
Can you hold on for a moment?

Eric? Don't forget to empty the
deepfreeze first thing in the morning.

Oh, hello, Mr. Tremble.
I'm so sorry to keep you waiting,

but I was just seeing someone off.

Come right up, all right? Bye-bye.

- So nice of you to come.
- My pleasure.

This way.

♪ The look of love

♪ Is in your eyes

♪ A look your smile can't disguise

♪ The look of love

♪ It's saying so much more

♪ Than just words could ever say

♪ And what my heart has heard

♪ Well, it takes my breath away

♪ I can hardly wait to hold you

♪ Feel my arms around you

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you

♪ You've got the look of love

♪ It's on your face

♪ The look that time can't erase...

Hello.

Hello.

That's, uh...
That's Lord Nelson, isn't it?

- Yes. Isn't he beautiful?
- Yes...

- And do you know what he said?
- What?

England expects every man
to do his duty.

So he did, yes. But, um...

This is Mayfair. Lord Nelson's
in Trafalgar Square surely.

No, not any more. He's mine.
Haven't you read the papers today?

I don't normally get them
quite so early.

I get 'em before they're printed.

I suppose you can do anything
if you have money.

Why don't you come down to me?

Thank you very much.

Lovely place you've got down there.

Sit here.

I do so like to feel comfortable
whatever I'm doing.

Oh, yes indeed. Yes.
The more relaxed the muscles,

the better the synchronization
between mind and body.

I should think you're frightfully
synchronized, Mr. Tremble.

- Martini?
- What about them?

I was just about to offer you one.

The things I didn't understand
too well in your book. Let me see...

Was it in chapter seven or chapter six?

Chapter six probably.

Though of course...
it could have been chapter seven.

Have you got the book
or is it... still in your bed?

I believe it is.

Well, we'd better go
right through the book, hadn't we?

Do you get many complaints
from the neighbors?

Do you really think that your system
is completely faultless?

- Which system?
- Your system for winning at baccarat.

Yes, yes. The, um...

...Evelyn Tremble system is...
faultless.

Good. Come on. We have more to do.

More?

I like a man who is able
to retain his own personality,

no matter what the circumstances.

- Oh, yes.
- No matter how he's dressed.

They say it's the clothes
that make the man.

If we're gonna work together, I have
to know what kind of a man you are.

Oh, I thought you might have
gathered a little from...

I want to see what happens when you
put on a different hat, a costume...

You know, that sort of thing.

Oh. Oh, you like that sort of thing, eh?

You'll find clothes in there.
Put them on.

Well, if you think
it's really necessary.

Unless you'd like to
go around one more time.

One more time? Oh...

There is nothing wrong with the British
Army that a damn good swim won't cure.

Now... Evelyn Tremble.

38 years old, born in Highgate.

Hello, sailor.

The wrong one, yes?

Perfect.

Distinguishing birthmark,
little scar on right shoulder,

strawberry-shaped birthmark
on left thigh.

Well, there's nothing unusual in that.

No. I myself have
an apricot one on my hip.

Well, I'll show you my strawberry
if you'll show me your apricot.

Author of a book on baccarat.

Have you ever heard of
a man called Le Chiffre?

Oh, yes. An excellent card player.
He once wrote me a fan letter.

Ooh. Keep your hands there.
Perfect. Lovely.

I devoted a chapter to him in my book.
His forte is baccarat.

Beside baccarat, he deals in lechery.

Well, nobody's perfect.

Do you think, uh...
you can win against Le Chiffre?

Well, you'll remember that to operate
my system completely free of risk,

a stake of £100,000 is required.

Oh, yes, I remember.

- Stand still.
- Hm?

I'm gonna give you...

...a 500th at f2.

That's the nicest thing
that anyone's ever said to me.

What would you say if I offered to
stake you in a game against Le Chiffre?

What?

I put up the money,
you play the game and we split 50-50.

Hm...

- I think I'll go now if you don't mind.
- What's wrong?

I enjoyed the earlier part
of this evening very much.

I shall always remember the, uh...
pleasure of your company.

I didn't even mind this dressing-up bit.

But I do mind bloody unnecessary jokes
about the one thing I really know well.

Evelyn, I'm serious. It's because you
know about baccarat that I'm not joking.

- You said you needed £100,000?
- Mm.

- It's yours.
- That's fantastic.

But look here, I mean... Old Le Chiffre
would never agree to play me.

He's read my book.
He'd recognize my name.

- No, no. Not any more.
- Why?

- We have chosen a new name for you.
- Oh?

James Bond.

Welcome to
the James Bond 007 training school.

It's a small Minnox camera, isn't it?
A friend of mine's got one of those.

- It's Mr. Bond, isn't it?
- Uh... Yes.

If you'd be good enough
to sign here, sir.

It's not for me.
It's for the Official Secrets Act.

Of course.

Eyes... right!

Eyes... front!

- Carry on, Sergeant Major.
- Yes, sir. Mark time!

Halt! About turn.

You really do stock
everything at Harrod's.

Oh, don't pay too much attention.
It's all basic stuff.

It'll be out of date
by the January sales.

- Good morning, Johnson.
- Sir!

Uh...

May I tell you something?

- I'm being followed.
- I know. It's part of the training.

Shadowing people without being seen.

The whole point is I can quite clearly
see the man who is shadowing me.

Oh! Him. Don't worry about him.
He's not one of our trainees.

- He's our security man.
- I see.

Ah, good morning, Inspector.
Don't let me interrupt you.

On the command,
the head is turned thus,

...the hat is aimed thus,
the gun is fired thus.

Yes, we're... still working on that one.

Now to Agents' Outfitting.
Ah. Here we are.

- Morning, Q.
- Good morning, Fordyce. New man.

Mm...

If I could bother you
for the signature, sir...

I shouldn't use that pen.
The moment the nib touches the paper,

it releases a stream of poisonous gas
into the writer's eye.

Good heavens!
What will they think of next?

I won't be going near that.

I suppose it's useful
if you want to send anyone a...

...poison-pen letter.

All our new men say that.
I usually reply,

"I don't wish to know that.
Kindly leave MI5."

Yes, sir. We have a very highly
developed sense of humor down here.

It isn't the only thing that's
highly developed down here. Fordyce!

- Wristwatch.
- Sir.

1965 Rolex Oyster Perpetual.

Date indicator and log table
round the outer band.

And a thing that shows you
what shape the moon is.

Now, this is very important. Try it on.

Let me help you.

It's your means of reporting to us
and our means of contacting you.

Channel... six, Fordyce.

Don't worry too much about him, sir.
Channel six it is, sir.

I don't think I know
which one is which myself now, sir.

Look at your watch
and tell me what you see.

It's five and 20 minutes past 11.
It's the 14th of March and...

I said channel six, Fordyce.

Well, nobody's perfect.

But it's absolutely amazing!
I've never seen anything like this.

It's a two-way television
and radio wristwatch.

It's an American idea. They got it
from one of their comic strips.

- Good heavens.
- Ah! Tea.

Three lumps.

It's an incredible thing, this.

Which side do you, uh... dress, sir?

I usually dress away from the window.

It's just some...
protective clothing, sir.

Let me help you
out of your hampering things.

Oh.

And it is of course Sanforized, sir,

non-iron, and also available
in chocolate, oyster or clerical grey.

- It's hand-reefed and double-charvered.
- Is it? Hm.

- It's a little tight around the, uh...
- Poison capsule compartment?

I'm sure we can let it out above
the switchblade and Geiger counter.

Do what you can, Fordyce.
Your intercom button's in here,

with midget transmitters
for short-range contacts.

There's an infrared camera, a tape
recorder in the shoulder padding,

a Beretta in the buttonhole,
and a cute little minigun in the gusset.

Yes. Um... Just one thing.

What happens
if I suddenly need to go somewhere?

In this, sir? You'll find safety
instructions under the left lapel.

Oh, don't worry.
You're in... very good hands here.

Mm... Now this won't hurt a bit, sir.

Who g-gave you these orders?

International Mothers' Help,
East Berlin.

There it is, Hadley. Our only clue.
The voice of a beautiful woman.

We've checked it out, sir.
It's a Smersh cover operation, sir.

It supplies baby-sitters
and au pair girls

to some of the most important families.

Then it must be infiltrated
by someone absolutely reliable.

- I hope you weren't thinking of me.
- I was thinking of Mata.

- You can't mean Mata Hari, sir.
- No, her daughter Mata Bond.

- Mata Bond, sir?
- Her mother gave her that name

because I happen to be
the child's sort of godfather.

And to think that you knew Mata Hari!
She really was one of the greats.

Yes. Great little dancer, terrible spy.

Whereas young Mata is a terrible dancer.
Might be a great little spy.

It's uncanny. Quite uncanny.
What memories it brings back.

Paris, Berlin, Vienna...
How madly we danced through the night.

I was disguised as a Hungarian hussar...

What are you going on about?

You're the very image of your mother
and every bit as beautiful.

You knew my mum?

I am Sir James Bond.

- Daddy!
- My child.

- Snail's egg?
- No, thanks. They don't agree with me.

Well... You're a charmer, aren't you?

You dump me in an orphanage when I'm
three, and now, because you need me...

It really was very difficult.
My career was at its height...

It was a traumatic experience,
I can tell you.

It's no joke being the illegitimate
daughter of Mata Hari and James Bond.

Still, you do get my monthly paychecks?

Your monthly paychecks
went on analysts' fees.

That's why I came here.
I had to get away from it all.

I had no idea. Well, I must say,
you seem to be very comfortable here.

Oh, it's crazy. You want a drag?

No, thank you. I'm trying to give that
up. Who are all these people?

They're the high priests of the temple.
OK, Fred. Hop it.

Ah-joong.

Ah-mor.

Extraordinary performance.
They seem to treat you like a goddess.

Well, I am the Celestial Virgin
of the Sacred Altar.

- Figuratively speaking, of course.
- Of course. Some tea.

Ah, a cup of tea. Splendid.

It's made from poppy seeds.

Two cups of this
and you're stoned out of your mind.

Thank you.

You know, if you weren't my dad...
I think I could fancy you.

Well, that's very good of you, my dear.

- Rather warm in here, don't you think?
- Cool it, Charlie.

So you want me to go to Berlin, huh?

Now, Mata. You remember
the old house on the Feldmannstrasse?

Where Mum had her dancing school.

It's become International Mothers' Help.

But that's just a cover
for its real function. It is...

- Does he speak English?
- Hey, Charlie. Speak English?

- No.
- Good.

It is a training center for what
are commonly referred to as spies.

You are eminently suited
to infiltrate the organization.

Two weeks' briefing in London
and you're off to Berlin.

Oh... You want me
to be a spy like Mum, huh?

- Well...
- Family tradition, my dear.

Do I get an exploding briefcase
and a secret transmitter?

- That won't be necessary.
- I have to have some equipment.

Your mother wiped out three divisions
of infantry and five of cavalry and...

Well, frankly, she had
much less equipment than you have.

If you have any problems,
contact London immediately.

- Are there any questions?
- Well, I have got one question.

- How do I get to Berlin?
- Oh, dear! Silly me.

Taxi!

- Where to?
- Berlin.

- East or West?
- West, of course.

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

Ooh! Say goodbye to Dad for me.

Yes. Have a good trip. Jolly good luck.

Get out of it, you lunatic!
What are you trying to do?

Come on! Move. Get out of it.
Get out the way! Go on.

- That'll be £482 15s 9d.
- You'll have to wait.

I've been caught like that before.
I haven't had my dinner yet.

- I don't have any change.
- Oh, here we go.

Oi! Oi! What about my dinner then, eh?

What a liberty. Any fish
and chip shops round here, mush?

Who are you? What do you want?

I'm, uh... here to enroll as a student.

What are your qualifications, mm?

- I am the daughter of Mata Hari.
- Mata Hari!

- You are a liar.
- Am I?

Well, what about this, then?

My little Mata Hari!

- I told you she'd come back!
- Silence! Or I will switch you off.

Oh! Not that!

Anything but that.

You're even more
fascinating than your mother.

You must be Frau Hoffner,
Mum's teacher.

- I had that honor.
- You must be Polo.

She remembers me, her little Polo.
She remembers me.

- Welcome home.
- Welcome indeed...

Shtum!

The Mata Hari School of Dancing is the
only international school of espionage.

There is no political prejudice here.

We train Russian spies for America
und American spies for Russia.

- Very democratic.
- Very democratic.

Some of the greatest spies in the world
have graduated from this institution.

- Von Grudendorf, Malenvosky...
- Peter Lorre, Bela Lugosi.

Here we have
the decoding and cipher class.

We are even training animals
as espionage agents.

We have in the Kremlin
a Russian-speaking parrot

in constant radio communication
with the Pentagon.

Und here is our class
in karate und self-defense.

Excuse me. I have
an important conference to attend.

Polo, you will show Mata to her room.

Please, follow me.

Mata? Allow me.

- Thank you.
- Follow me.

My... my battery needs recharging.

- Might be your head needs examining.
- No, I had that examined last week.

This is your mother's room. It has not
been opened since she left here in 1916.

You see? Nothing has been touched.

It's a wild room.

Hey, what an enormous bed.

The German army
was very large in those days.

Ah! To see you here in your mother's
room brings back such happy memories.

Here...

What's all this about...
an important conference, hm?

Psst! A representative
of Le Chiffre is coming.

Tonight.

Who is Le Chiffre?

Nobody knows.

- Not even Le Chiffre.
- Aha!

What's the conference about then, hm?

Le Chiffre is trying to raise money
by selling his unique art collection.

- Why does he need money?
- He's a compulsive gambler, that's why.

Und he is using organization funds
for his gambling!

- You mean... Smersh?
- Smersh!

Sh!

If he does not pay off his debts...
he will be liquidated.

Liquidated? Who by?

- By them.
- You mean... Sh...?

You're so like your mother.
You're driving me mad.

- Well, you haven't got far to go.
- Come to me, my little Mata. Come!

About time you were
back in your box, innit?

You must forgive me.
I lose control of myself.

- I'm a mad fool. Mad.
- You want an argument?

Remember, forget everything I tell you.

My lips are sealed.

- Lips! Don't say such words.
- Run along, sonny.

Le Chiffre... Mm-hm.

It's the first john
I've ever gone round with.

Ah, there you are.
I have been looking for you.

- Mm... It is little Otto.
- Who is he?

One of your mother's lovers.
We often find them lying around.

- Is he dead?
- Hard to tell.

He always looked like that.

Come along, child.
The auction is about to begin.

Auction?

Tonight we are selling one of
the finest art collections in Europe.

- Le Chiffre's collection.
- Who is Le Chiffre?

- The man who owns the collection.
- What collection?

- The one to be auctioned.
- Who said anything about an auction?

- You did.
- Who am I?

- Frau Hoffner.
- Never heard of her. You're insane.

- Quite insane.
- I think she's right.

Gentlemen! Please take your seats
and the auction will commence.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, I am here tonight
on behalf of Le Chiffre,

of whom you will have heard,

to auction this unique collection
of art treasures.

Are there any specific
bidding instructions?

When we sit, we are bidding.
When we stand, we are not bidding.

We'll do our bidding sitting down.
When we stand up, we're not bidding.

We stand, we bid.
We no stand, we no bid.

And, uh... the British representatives?

Well, I don't know actually.
A bit of both, I suppose, really.

- Is that all right with you chaps?
- That's fine.

Very well, gentlemen.

Now then...

This is an extraordinarily
embarrassing item,

one of the classic
blackmail items of all time.

What am I bid for this priceless
picture?

Fourteen pounds, ten.

- Three hundred rubles.
- Three hundred rubles.

- $1,000.
- $1,000.

- 2 million Chinese dollars.
- 2 million Chinese dollars?

Look at this masterpiece, gentlemen.
Surely we can do better than that.

- Here, what about my fare?
- Get out!

- Here!
- Stop it!

Whatever you do, you must not
let Le Chiffre raise the money.

Who are you?

I'm Carleton Towers of the FO.

- FO?
- The Foreign Office, dear.

Wait outside and keep the motor
running.

- 200,000 American dollars!
- 100,000 pounds!

- A wagonload of vodka!
- 70 million tons of rice!

- Sixty tons of caviar!
- Thirty million trucks!

- Hey! It's war!

Hello! Hello! Get me the Pentagon!

Hello, Fenella?

I shan't be able to get back for dinner.
A sort of war's broken out.

You should not have done this thing.

Now... I will have to kill you.

- Ohhh...
- What... what are you doing to me?

- What?
- Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

- No!

Positive, negative...
I never know which is which.

Give me those films.

She's got the films!

Grab her! Get her! Get her!

Now look here...

- Taxi!
- Tally-ho!

I'm sorry, madam.

- Let me go! Taxi!
- Over here!

Come on!

- Good Lord! Captain Towers?
- How nice to see you.

Ooh! This way!

♪ What's new, pussycat?

- ♪ Woh woh-a-woh-oh...
- No, no! Down. No.

- Where to, miss?
- London!

- Le Chiffre speaking.
- The scheme was a failure.

And also Dr. Noah knows
what you've been up to.

- What now?
- I'll just have to... raise the money.

- But how?
- How? By playing baccarat.

But... But, Le Chiffre, what about me?

What's going to happen to me?

Thank you.
And welcome to France, Monsieur Bond.

We don't want our little talk
to be overheard. Get in the car.

Well, there's nothing
to talk about, is there?

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

The point is you must not
allow yourself to become involved.

Don't forget there are many people here
who loathe and despise you.

I have to warn you, Bond,
my instructions are...

...that you play your game
with Le Chiffre and leave immediately.

No one can be such a perverse idiot
as to assault a customs official.

- It may just be natural talent, sir.
- I have to warn Vesper.

- You mean James Bond 007, sir.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Vesper? James Bond 007?

- Vesper, are you there?
- Hello, Sir James. Yes, I'm here.

I can't see you. Your picture's gone.

No, it hasn't. I was
just getting into the bath.

Vesper, do you think
Tremble could be a double agent?

He has enough trouble being
a single agent. Leave him to me.

Right. Over and out.

Mr. Bond?

Missed, Mr. Bond.

Yes...

I am Miss Goodthighs.

I can see that.

You've got your cork
still in your bottle.

So I have. What are you
going to do about it?

Stick your arm out.

The management of the Hotel Tropical
send their compliments...

...and hope you will
enjoy your stay with us.

Mm...

- I see.
- Mm...

Very sexy pants you're wearing, James.

Yes, they're the new double-O-fronts.

Tell me, Miss, uh... Goodthighs,

how much did you tip the porter
to let you in here?

- I just showed him a little kindness.
- How much?

Not too much. He's 83.

Oh... It's a good year.

So...

What can I do for you?

The question should be
what can I do for you?

- Have you got any suggestions?
- This, for one.

Tell me about yourself, James.

Oh, well... I've had
some pretty wild times in my life.

Um... Could you move over a bit?
You're lying on my loose change.

James, I need you.

Yes, yes, yes.
Well, I can understand that, my dear.

- I want to know you better.
- You're absolutely right.

My goodness, this is strong shampoo.

This really is.

I think I'd better
freshen up a bit quick.

I'll, uh... be back in five minutes.
If I'm not, start without me.

♪ James Bond playing at Casino Royale

♪ He won a lot of money
and a gal at Casino Royale

♪ Oh, he's not really
such a wonderful spy

♪ But winning lots of money
and a gal, he's a fabulous guy...

Evelyn! Evelyn!!

Evelyn! Evelyn!

Evelyn! Evelyn!

Evelyn, wake up! Up!
Evelyn, what's the matter?

- Wake up! You were drugged.
- What?

- You were drugged.
- Yes, I know I was drugged.

I put the antidote pill in. And then...

Hey! I thought those antidote pills were
supposed to give me 24-hour protection.

- I've got to get Sir James Bond...
- There is no time for that.

Look at you!
You're wearing your glasses

and you know
you're not supposed to.

James Bond doesn't wear glasses.

Yes, but I... It's just that
I like to see who I'm shooting.

There are only a few hours left
before the game. Now, get freshened up.

Here, what about Miss Goodthighs?

Don't worry. I took care of her.
Now concentrate on the game.

Vesper, I've given this game
a lot of thought.

When I go into that casino tonight,

I'm going to sit down
opposite Le Chiffre,

look him in the eye and say...

Ya-hoo-hoo! Yee-hee-hee!

♪ La-da-dee da-da-dum...

No cards.

- Neuf à la banque.
- It's amazing! He never loses.

La banque gagne. La partie est terminée.

Quiet. Absolute silence, please.

For this experiment, I require
the assistance of a young lady.

You, madam. Look me in the eyes!

And you, Georges,
keep your eyes on my chips.

I present you with the levitation
of the Princess Ayisha...

...an illusion taught to me
by an ancient vegetarian...

...in the mountain fastnesses of Tibet.

She feels no pain.
My assistants will enshroud her

in this perfectly ordinary
paisley shawl.

Now will you all...
place your hands on the table?

Now let's get the show off the ground.

Keep your hand in place, madam,
and continue to ascend...

...into thin air.

Don't take your eyes from her,
not one of you.

It is by your perfect concentration

that the young lady
remains floating in thin air.

Oh, excuse me, madam.
Sorry to keep you hanging around.

Ah, monsieur.
You wish to make a deposit?

- Yes.
- Uh... How much?

- £100,000 sterling.
- One hundred thou...

You can keep the case
with my compliments.

Thank you, monsieur.
Could we have the name, please?

Bond. James Bond.

James B...

- James Bond?
- Yes, James Bond.

Yes. James Bond.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough
to sign my autograph book.

It's not for me, you understand.
It's, um... my little sister.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough

to put your autograph on that receipt
for the £100,000 sterling.

But of course, Mr. Bond.

It's not for me, it's for somebody else.

- Now what happens?
- We go to the casino director's office.

Point me. Just point me.

- What's the matter?
- Oh, nothing.

Just a bit different
from the Buckingham Club, that's all.

- Bond has arrived.
- Bond is here. All staff on the alert.

- Come in.

Ah! Hello. How nice to see you again.

- May I introduce...
- We have met.

Uh... Mr. Slymington-Jones,
Mr. James Bond.

How do you do?
Do make yourself comfortable.

I, uh... see you've put
a tiger in your office.

Yes. I have several actually.
That one that you so cleverly spotted,

the head on the wall over there,

and the one you're about to trip over.
Do be careful.

Yes.

The man in the white coat is Le Chiffre.

Oh! Don't be afraid.
It's a one-way mirror.

- Which way?
- That way.

- No card.
- No card.

Neuf à la banque.

Mr. Bond... You can
watch Le Chiffre better on here.

He's bought the bank for the evening,
and he's winning consistently.

And showing off
with his magic throughout.

- Why the dark glasses?
- Here.

So if Le Chiffre wears
the same kind of glasses,

he knows every card on the table.

- Infrared glasses.
- Ooh, the cheat!

Listen, Evelyn.

You win and he will almost certainly
be killed by his organization.

But he'd try and avoid that,
wouldn't he?

If you win, yes.

- How?
- By trying to kill you.

- As in dead?
- Yes. But don't worry about that now.

Let's go down there
and you play the game of your life.

Yes, I better had. There may
not be too much more of it left.

- Vesper...
- Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

Well, then. It's all under control now.

I hope so.

- Well, excuse me.
- Willingly.

Messieurs, faites vos jeux.

I believe you have my name
in a crevice. James Bond.

- Pardon, monsieur?
- Uh... Bond. James Bond.

Oh, yes, Mr. Bond.

Bond? James Bond?
The name is familiar.

I don't believe I've had the...
pleasure.

- I'm flattered you've heard of me.
- I have heard of you,

but not as an expert on baccarat.

Well, I'm sorry you weren't told.

Don't think
that went unnoticed, Mr. Bond.

I see everything
that goes on at this table.

- Nothing escapes me.
- I'm quite sure it doesn't.

But we mustn't forget that...

...the beggar
who is in the marketplace

is completely deaf
insomuch as far as listening

to the song that is coming
from the mockingbird is concerned.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bond,
I don't get the connection.

Ah! You will, you will.

Sim salabim.

When you're quite ready.

Now I require a perfectly ordinary
gentleman's pocket handkerchief.

From the pocket
of one perfectly ordinary gentleman.

That's the kind of remark
that leads to war.

How much better for all humanity

if all the nations
could learn to live together in peace.

- Marvelous!
- Hip, hip, hooray!

- Hip, hip, hooray!
- More!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Oh, I... That's finished, is it?

Oh, fantastic. Wonderful. Incredible.

Incredible, isn't it?
Absolutely marvelous.

I've never seen anything like it.

And now if you're ready,
Monsieur Le Chiffre,

I would like to play baccarat.

- I use the Evelyn Tremble method.
- Oh! You read Tremble.

I thought he'd only published
a few paperback editions.

Well, I have
an autographed first edition.

It's a bit dog-eared now, mind you,
but it nevertheless has a certain...

Uninformed quality?

Six à la ponte et neuf à la banque.
La banque gagne.

Aren't you a little
out of your depth, Mr. Bond?

In the last 20 minutes I have ruined
two Greeks and a maharajah.

You know, Mr. Bond,
we aren't playing for marbles.

The night is young and the rose garden
is already littered with my victims.

Yes, but the...
beggar in marketplace

are deaf to song of nightingale.

- You amuse me, Mr. Bond.
- I'm glad you're enjoying me.

Shall we, uh... double the bank?

If it'll improve your game.

Pas de cartes. No card.

- Sept à la banque.
- He never loses!

Cinq à la ponte. La banque gagne.

What about one for the road?

It looks as though luck isn't
on your side of the road, old man.

She has a habit of moving around.

Then we might as well
double the bank again.

Suppose I were to treble it?

Treble it? You haven't any chips!

Oh, uh... I think my credit's good.

Bond credit good.

The bank now stands
at 50 million francs.

Very well.

Goodbye, Mr. Bond.
It's been nice knowing you.

Pas de cartes. No card.

- Baccarat.
- He lost!

La ponte gagne.

Goodbye, Monsieur Le Chiffre.
It was nice knowing you.

Let's not say goodbye, Mr. Bond.
Let's just say au revoir.

- Lovely!
- Credit my account, would you?

La partie est terminée.

- A remarkable performance, Mr. Bond.
- Thank you. Trifle unusual but, uh...

- How would you like the money?
- A check in a Swiss bank.

- Would you like the check now?
- Yes, now, yes.

I'll tell the cashier.
You can pick it up as you go out.

- Excuse me.
- Willingly.

Mr. Bond, what are your movements
for the rest of the evening?

Oh, uh... We thought we'd have a bite
to eat and then back to the hotel.

And you're leaving Royale
first thing in the morning.

Are we?

The inspector isn't asking us.
He's telling us.

A police car will escort you
from the hotel to the airport.

- Mr. Mathis.
- Yes?

Something's been worrying me.

You're a French police officer
and yet you have a Scots accent.

Aye... It worries me, too.

Psst!

Haven't by any chance seen
a young lady in a green dress?

Would that be a lady
with a black bag over her head,

being manhandled
by two unsavory gentlemens?

- Could very well be.
- She went that way, sir.

In a car. A very fast car!

- Moss?
- Yes, sir.

- Follow that car!
- Yes, sir.

I'll use Fangio next time. Idiot!

Grand Prix enthusiasts may be worried

by the time it's taken me
to get into this Lotus Formula Three.

They don't realize
that although Le Chiffre

thinks he has a faster car than me,

I am faster in my Lotus Formula Three!

Hee-hee!

Wake up, Mr. Bond. Wake up.

Well, now, Mr. Bond.

You've had your little victory
at the baccarat table.

Now it's my turn. I'm going to
have to have that check, Mr. Bond.

Smersh is going to be very unhappy.

- You mean you're going to torture me?
- Persuade you, Mr. Bond. Persuade you.

Don't worry about that chair
with the hole.

It's merely waiting to be reupholstered.

- By me.
- You have an inventive mind, Mr. Bond.

But my methods are much more subtle.
They have to be.

What are you going to do?

Physically, I'm not going
to do anything.

Oh, you're going to nothing me to death.

Torture of the mind. The most
exquisite torture is all in the mind.

I'm going to have to
have that check, Mr. Bond.

I'm going to have to
have that check, Mr. Bond.

...check, Mr. Bond.

Suppose Mr. Bond isn't ready
to give it to you?

You are a tiresome little man.
Let's try another approach.

It's a beauty contest, Mr. Bond.

You're supposed to pick the winner.

- Excuse me. Are you Richard Burton?
- No, I'm Peter O'Toole.

Then you're the finest man
that ever breathed.

- Ooh! God bless you, sir.
- Thank you.

You've changed my plans, Miss Lynd.

But neither you nor Bond will
leave here till I get that check!

Mr. Tremble?

Never trust a rich spy.

Le Chiffre, you're a fool.

Smersh believed
you could win at baccarat.

- All I need is 24 hours!
- It's too late.

Oh, Daddy, I do so long to meet him.
All the girls do. He really turns me on.

Did that finishing school
teach you that?

No, I taught them.

Now run along and watch
the Changing of the Guard.

- I bet Mummy would have taken me in.
- Mummy took everyone in.

Hey! Put me down! Put me down!!

- What is it, a film?
- It must be a commercial.

No time for window-gazing,
Moneypenny. Mata's been kidnapped.

- But...
- That's an unidentified flying object.

And our fastest jets
trying to track it down. Control?

- That's the canteen.

Contact all operatives.
We must find out where it lands.

- Air Ministry. They've lost it.
- Lost it? You were right on its tail.

Well, you must have
one plane fast enough... I see.

They stopped building those last week.

I wonder if you'd care to help us.

- Could you come back...
- Oh, yes. Do please come in, Sister.

It's our annual collection
for needy girls.

Your receipt?

This department has always been
very helpful to needy girls.

That's strange.
We've never had a receipt before.

"They're taking your daughter
to Casino Royale. Sister McTarry."

The Prime Minister, urgently.

Daddy'll come after me.

- That's what we're hopin'.
- You won't get away with this.

Move to the door, Mata Bond.
You are a prisoner of Smersh.

We already have most of your father's
agents here. You will complete the set.

- Looks like a Smersh convention.
- Le directeur wishes to see you.

- It is about your daughter.
- Tactic 4B if necessary.

I will tell him you are here.

Hold it! Back up.

Face the curtains!

March!

You are now entering
the Smersh headquarters of Dr. Noah.

Tactic 33A.

Now!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Operation James Bond completed.

Dr. Noah, I presume.
Why don't you come out and face me?

Because you are going to
come in and face me.

Sir!

Moneypenny!

This is an historic day
in our saga, Sir James.

The day Smersh finally eliminated
the original James Bond.

- His world will soon follow.
- This is all very impressive.

You might be even more impressed
to meet one of my 1,000 doubles.

Waiting for the moment when
I command them to take over the world.

It's fantastic.
May I take a closer look?

It's quite perfect.

- Good Lord! It's my nephew.
- Jimmy Bond?!

This explains the Caribbean assignment.
Is this some kind of a joke?

- He can't speak!
- Never could in my presence.

Psychological block he's had since
childhood, based on hero worship.

- He's Dr. Noah?
- My nephew the head of Smersh?

I have been bombed, bullied and baited
out of retirement to deal with you?

- Do you suppose he's a junkie?
- Leave this to me.

Now, Jimmy, as your uncle
I really must insist...

- What is it?
- He's put a sheet of glass between us.

I never should have let Nellie
send him to progressive school.

What's that?

Dr. Noah's bacillus? Now, Jimmy,
even you wouldn't release germ warfare.

Handle these capsules with care.

Dr. Noah's bacillus
is highly contagious.

When distributed in the atmosphere
it will make all women beautiful

and destroy all men over four foot six.

Please handle these capsules
with care...

So that's your plan, huh?

A world full of beautiful women
and all men shorter than yourself.

Good evening. All this just to make up
for your feeling of sexual inferiority?

I'm beginning to think
you're a trifle neurotic.

Maybe you can explain. Why was I
abducted and subjected to this?

Because, of all Uncle James's 007s,
you're the most beautiful and desirable.

Do you treat
all the girls you desire this way?

Yes! I undress them and tie them up.
I learned that in the Boy Scouts.

Let me ask you a question.
Do I appear menacing to you at all?

- What are you laughing at?
- Nothing. I just think...

Did you see yourself
in the mirror lately?

I think you should.

You are a wretched, grotesque,

ridiculous, insignificant
little monster.

Are you saying to me that you find
Uncle James more attractive than I am?

Uncle James? He's a real man. Wow!

Do you realize that anything
Uncle James can do I can do better?

That will be the day.

You're crazy. You are absolutely crazy.

- They called Einstein crazy.
- No one ever called Einstein crazy.

They would have
if he carried on like this.

People respected Einstein.

Einstein could never have conceived
of something like this.

It looks like an aspirin,
it tastes like an aspirin,

- but it's not an aspirin.
- It's cyanide.

This pill contains 400 tiny time pills.

They go off in the body,
forming a chain reaction,

and turn the person
into a walking atomic bomb.

Einstein's bomb was crude.
This is brilliant.

It's crude to tie up women.

In a week it'll be
April Fools' Day, my birthday.

All world leaders will be assassinated
and my doubles will take their places.

In five days' time
I'll be ruler of the Earth. Ha!

- How would you like to be my co-ruler?
- Why not?

- Why not? You hate me.
- Oh, I don't know.

I'm beginning to wonder if
the real genius of the Bond family

is not right here
in the room with me now.

- Why don't you unlock me?
- Yes, I will.

I'll unlock you immediately
and we'll run amok.

If you're too tired, we'll walk amok.

I'm so sorry for all the things I said.
I didn't really mean it.

- Here. Slip into this.
- Oh! Just a moment. Be careful.

Yes. I don't want to
damage any of your parts.

Thanks.

Ooh! Thank you.

Now, turn yourself like a nice fool
while I slip this on.

Yes. Yes, I'll wait over here.

This'll show Sir James once and for all
which of us has the perfect body.

The poor boob! Hurry, my dear.

I... I have great plans for us.

It's vaporized lysergic acid.
It's highly explosive.

You are now entering
Dr. Noah's personal aircraft,

where our beloved leader
has assembled a collection

of the world's
most distinguished doubles.

Dr. Noah's jet orbital space plane
welcomes you aboard.

- Hey!
- A great likeness, isn't she?

I copied her right down
to the last, uh...

The two of us have had some profoundly
moving religious experiences.

How do you like this place?
I had a decorator help me,

but I worked with her.

Your leader
has remolded ordinary agents

into replicas
of the world's greatest figures

in culture, politics and the arts.

- Look! They're uncovered!
- These are not doubles.

These are the real people. I've already
substituted my robots for them.

At this very minute the world is being
ruled by duplicates under my control.

Oh well, that explains a lot of things.

Your rain-cooled Taittinger, sir.

The drink!

And... for you.

Think of it. A world free of
poverty and pestilence and war.

A world where all men are created equal.

Where a man, no matter how short,
can score with a top broad.

Where each man, regardless of race,
creed, color, gets free dental work

and a chance of subscription-buying
all the good things in life.

But, Noah, you are for all this?

No, no. I'm against all this.

Oh, I love politics!

- To your future.
- I'll drink to that.

My very special champagne.

- With your very special pill in it.
- What are you talking about?

It looks like an aspirin,
it tastes like an aspirin,

but it isn't an aspirin.
And you just swallowed it.

You're lying.

Hic!

398 more of those little pills to go
off. Have a real bomb of an evening!

Alka Seltzer!

Right?

Charge!

- Hic!
- Delightful vintage, sir.

- 297...
- Smooth to the palate.

Here. There's a fish
in my mixture. You fool!

Ooh, I say! Super place
for a coming-out party.

Now now, Mata.

- Through here!
- Down!

Look! Quick, before the fuse burns out.

- Try not to look conspicuous.

- Good Lord! It's one of ours.
- Oh, sir!

We've got to get out
before he blows up!

- We've got to find that office.
- What office?

The one we came down in, of course.

Leave this to me.

Where's the office? The office.

Come on! Quick.

That's very civil of you, sir.
Thank you.

- Come on, give me a hand.
- Look out!

Follow me!

Charge!

Mata, put your finger
in the tiger's ear. It works the doors.

- Good.
- What's the strategy, sir?

Get out of the bloody place
before it blows up.

- Everybody stay close behind me.
- I'm not chancing that casino again.

- I'd rather slide down a drainpipe.
- Beautiful, but no stamina.

Get the girls out the back way.
I'm sorry I got you into this.

Good heavens, Daddy.
I couldn't have enjoyed it more.

Over there.

Clear the building.
It's liable to blow up.

I want London. Whitehall double-0, 07.

Too bad you won't get it, Sir James.

I went through a lot of trouble
to bring you here.

Dear Vesper.
The things you do for money.

This time it's for love, Sir James.

- Don't expect...
- Back to the office.

The American aid, sir. It's arrived.

Hic! 80.

Hic! 79.

Geronimo!

Hic! 51.

- Glad we could be of help, sir.
- Good Lord! Ransome, isn't it?

A-OK, Sir James. CIC at CIA.

Don't start all that again.
I haven't worked out your last lot yet.

- As you were saying, sir?
- A-OK, Ransome. A-OK.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Hic! 37.

- Les Français sont arrivés.
- Pardon?

- Les Français sont là.
- Sorry, my French is rather rusty.

- The French have arrived.
- Ah, splendid. Thank you.

Look out!

- Merde!
- What? Look in the book.

- Ouch.
- Ah. This way.

Police!

Merde! Non... Ouch!

I've been framed.

This gun shoots backwards.
I just killed myself.

Hic! 18.

Wait!

Hic! 17.

Hic! Four.

Hic! Three. Hic! Two.

Hic!

♪ Seven James Bonds at Casino Royale

♪ They came to save the world
and win the gal at Casino Royale

♪ Six of them went to a heavenly spot

♪ The seventh one is going to a place
where it's terribly hot

♪ The formula is safe with old 007

♪ He's got a redhead in his arms

♪ Though he's a lover,
when you are in trouble

♪ Have no fear, look who's here

♪ James Bond!

♪ They've got us on the run

♪ With guns and knives

♪ We're fighting for our lives

♪ Have no fear, Bond is here

♪ He's going to save the world
at Casino Royale

♪ At Casino Royale

♪ The formula is safe with old 007

♪ He's got a redhead in his arms

♪ Though he's a lover,
when you are in trouble

♪ Have no fear, look who's here

♪ James Bond!

♪ They've got us on the run

♪ With guns and knives

♪ We're fighting for our lives

♪ Have no fear, Bond is here

♪ He's going to save the world
at Casino Royale

♪ James Bond is here

♪ So have no fear