Casino Royale Page #5

and promoted

by her male superiors

who mistake her insecurities

for arrogance.

Now, Id have normally

gone with only child

but, you see, by the way you ignored

the quip about your parents

Im gonna have to go with orphan.

All right.

By the cut of your suit,

you went to Oxford or wherever

and actually think

human beings dress like that.

But you wear it with such disdain

my guess is

you didnt come from money

and your school friends

never let you forget it.

Which means you were

at that school by the grace

of someone elses charity,

hence the chip on your shoulder.

And since your first thought about me

ran to orphan

thats what Id 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?

-Omega.

Beautiful.

Now, having just met you

I wouldnt go as far as calling you

a cold-hearted bastard.

No, of course not.

But it wouldnt 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 governments money

and off your perfectly formed arse.

You noticed?

Even accountants have imagination.

How was your lamb?

Skewered.

One sympathizes.

Good evening, Mr. Bond.

Good evening, Miss Lynd.

-Hotel Splendid, sir?

-Thats right.

-Thank you, sir.

-Thank you.

Its just last-minute details.

Apparently were very much in love.

Do you usually leave it to porters

to tell you this sort of thing?

Only when the romance

has been necessarily brief.

Im Mr. Arlington Beech,

professional gambler

and youre

Miss Stephanie Broadchest

-I am not.

-Youre gonna have to trust me on this.

Oh, no, I dont.

Weve been involved

for quite a while

hence the shared suite.

But my family

is strict Roman Catholic

so for appearances sake,

itll be a two-bedroom suite.

I do hate it when religion

comes between us.

Religion and a securely locked door.

Am I going to have a problem

with you, Bond?

No, dont worry. Youre not my type.

Smart?

Single.

Welcome to the Hotel Splendid.

Your name, sir?

James Bond. Youll find

the reservation under Beech.

-Welcome, Mr. Bond.

-You sign that, dear.

You represent the Treasury.

Thank you. Enjoy your stay.

I will. Thank you.

Very funny.

Look, if Le Chiffre

is that well-connected

he knows who I am

and where the moneys from.

Which means hes decided

to play me anyway.

So hes either desperate

or hes overly confident

but either way, that tells me

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