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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Skewered. One sympathizes.

Vesper walks up to Bond and seats herself across from him

Vesper: I'm the money.

Bond puts down his menu and regards her with an amused smile.

Bond: Every penny of it.

Vesper puts her business card on the table.

Vesper: The Treasury has agreed to stake you in the game.

Bond: ‘Vesper’? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.

Vesper takes menu from porter.

Vesper: (to the porter) Thank you. (to Bond) Your boss must have some influence. I’ve never seen so go much go out the door so quickly.

Bond: Or so stylishly. May I ask where it is?

Vesper: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with a contingency for five million more, if I deem it a prudent investment. (as if curious) I suppose you’ve given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism. (re:menu) What looks good?

Cut to exterior of train. Back to Vesper and Bond in dining car. Clear that they have just finished their meal. Bond fills Vesper's wine glass

Vesper: So you’re telling me it’s a matter of probability and odds; I was worried there was some chance involved.

Bond: Only if one assumes that the person with the best hand always wins.

Vesper: So that would be what you call ‘bluffing’?

Bond: You've heard the term. Then you may have also heard that in poker you don’t play your hand, you play the man across from you.

Vesper: And you’re good at reading people.

Bond: Which is why I’ve been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.

Vesper: I am now assured our money is in good hands.

Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?

Vesper: So there is a plan? Excellent. Somehow I got the impression we were risking ten million dollars and hundreds of people’s lives on a game of luck. What else can you surmise?

Bond: About you, Miss Lynd?… Well your beauty is a problem. You worry that you won’t be taken seriously…

Vesper: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

Bond: True, but this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing and being more aggressive than her female colleagues, which gives her a somewhat prickly demeanor and, ironically enough, makes her less likely to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now I would normally have gone with only child, but by the way you ignored the quip about your name and your parents I would have to go with orphan?

Vesper: 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 thought about me ran to orphan, that's what I’d say you are. (sees a slight reaction) Oh, you are. I like this poker thing. And it makes sense since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men who’d give little thought to sacrificing others in others to protect queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. Rolex?

Bond: Omega.

Vesper: Beautiful. Now having just met you I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold hearted bastard.

Bond: Of course not.

Vesper: But it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that 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.

Bond: You noticed.

Vesper: Even accountants have imaginations. How was your lamb?

Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.

Vesper rises to her feet and gathers her bag.

Vesper: Good evening Mr. Bond.

Bond: Good evening Miss Lynd.

Bond watches her leave, smiling.