Dryden casino royale

[Dryden, an MOD director, comes into his office late at night. He notices that his safe has been broken into, and soon finds James Bond sitting in the shadows] 

James Bond : M doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.

[Dryden sits at his desk and quietly opens a concealed drawer, containing a gun] 

Dryden : If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure that I was bent, she'd have sent a Benefits of being section chief; I'd know if anyone had been promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes

James Bond : Two.

[flashback to Bond savagely fighting Dryden's contact, Fisher, in a bathroom] 

Dryden : [points his gun at Bond]  Shame we barely got to know each other.

[pulls the trigger, but nothing happens] 

James Bond : [holds up the clip from Dryden's pistol]  I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.

Dryden : [lowers his gun]  True. How did he die?

James Bond : Your contact? Not well.

[cut back to Bond beating Fisher, then trying to drown him in a sink] 

Dryden : Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is

[Bond draws his gun and kills Dryden. As he falls back, his lifeless hand is seen pushing a photo of himself with his wife and their daughter off the table] 

James Bond : Yes. Considerably.