[Bond 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.
[Bond glares icily at Le Chiffre.]
[sternly] The password, please.
Bond: [defiantly] I've got a little itch…down there. Would you mind?
[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles.]
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]
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?
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.
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.
[Bond starts laughing]
Le Chiffre: You're really not going to tell me, are you?
Bond: No.
[Le Chiffre knocks Bond 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]
Le Chiffre: Miss Lynd will give me the account number, if she hasn't already, so all I need from you is the password.
[Bond glares icily at Le Chiffre.]
[sternly] The password, please.
Bond: [defiantly] I've got a little itch…down there. Would you mind?
[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles.]
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]
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?
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.
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.
[Bond starts laughing]
Le Chiffre: You're really not going to tell me, are you?
Bond: No.
[Le Chiffre knocks Bond 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]
[Bond 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.
[Bond glares icily at Le Chiffre.]
[sternly] The password, please.
Bond : [defiantly] I've got a little itch…down there. Would you mind?
[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles.]
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]
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?
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.
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.
[Bond starts laughing]
Le Chiffre : You're really not going to tell me, are you?
Bond : No.
[Le Chiffre knocks Bond 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]
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