DIE ANOTHER DAY | Bond and Graves duel it out
Gustav?
Verity.
And Mr...?
Bond.
James Bond.
Have we met before?
Oh, I think I'd remember.
Of course you would.
My mistake.
Are you a gambling man, Mr. Bond?
If the stakes are right.
A thousand a point too much for you?
Care to play us a bet, Verity?
No, thanks.
I don't like cockfights.
Shall we?
Excuse me.
Best of three hits.
Positions.
Ready.
Play.
On guard.
Hit.
Positions.
Play.
A line!
Hit.
Two nil.
Do you want to continue?
You want to up the wager?
How much can you afford?
Let's play for this.
I picked it up in Cuba.
I believe it's one of yours.
My, my.
You do get around.
Then diamonds are for everyone.
Brilliant specimen.
Completely flawless.
And chemically identical to African conflict diamonds.
Then you're about to lose something very precious.
Positions.
Ready.
Play.
On guard.
Oh, dear.
You want to continue?
Of course I want to bloody continue!
But since we're upping the wager,
let's up the weapon, shall we?
Let's do this the old-fashioned way.
First up, the diamonds.
First blood drawn from the torso.
Ha, ha, ha.
It's just a little sport, Miranda.
Seems you beat me, Mr. Bond.
Let's settle downstairs, shall we?
Miranda?