奇爱博士 Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)【完整台词】
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[Wind blowing]
"Narrator". For more than a year, ominous
rumors had been privately circulating
among high-level
western leaders
that the Soviet union had been at
work on what was darkly hinted to be
the ultimate weapon:
A doomsday device.
Intelligence sources traced the site
of the top-secret Russian project
to the perpetually
fog-shrouded wasteland
below the arctic peaks
of the zhokhov islands.
Below the arctic peaks
of the zhokhov islands.
What they were building,
or why it should be located in
such a remote and desolate place,
no one could say.
[iii]
[Jet engine roaring]
[Buzzing]
General ripper, sir. Group
captain mandrake speaking.
This is general ripper
speaking. Yes, sir.
Do you recognize my
voice, mandrake?
I do, sir. Why do you ask?
Why do you think I ask?
Well, I don't know, sir. We spoke just a
few moments ago on the phone, didn't we?
You don't think I'd ask if you recognize my voice unless
it was pretty damned important, do you, mandrake?
No, I don't, sir, no.
All right. Let's see if
we can stay on the ball.
Has the wing confirmed holding
at their fail-safe points?
Yes, sir. The confirmations
have all just come in.
Very well. Now, listen
to me carefully.
The base is being put
on condition red.
I want this flashed to all
sections immediately.
Condition red, sir, yes. Jolly good
idea. Keeps the men on their toes.
Group captain, I'm afraid
this is not an exercise.
Not an exercise, sir?
I shouldn't tell you this, mandrake, but you're
a good officer and you have a right to know.
It looks like we're
in a shooting war.
Oh, hell.
Are the Russians involved, sir?
Mandrake, that's all I've been told.
It just came in on the red phone. My orders
are for this base to be sealed tight,
and that's what I mean
to do, seal it tight.
Now, I want you to
transmit plan r,
r for Robert, to the wing.
Plan r for Robert.
Ls it that bad, sir?
Looks like it's pretty
hairy. Yes, sir.
Plan r for Robert, sir.
Now, last, and possibly
most important,
I want all privately-owned radios
to be immediately impounded.
Yes, sir.
They might be used to issue
instructions to saboteurs.
As I have previously arranged, air
police will have lists of all owners.
And I want every single one of
them collected without exception.
Yes, sir.
And after you've done
that, report back to me.
Yes, sir.
[Siren wailing]
"Narrator". In order to guard
against surprise nuclear attack,
America's strategic air command,
that maintains a large
force of b-52 bombers
airborne 24 hours a day.
Each b-52 can deliver a nuclear
bomb load of 50 megatons,
equal to 16 times the total explosive
force of all the bombs and shells
used by all the armies
in world war ii.
Based in America, the
airborne alert force
is deployed from the persian
Gulf to the arctic ocean.
But they have one geographical
factor in common:
They are all two hours from
their targets inside Russia.
[Beeping]
Major Kong, I know you'll
think this is crazy,
but I just got a message
from base over the crm 114.
It decodes as wing attack
plan r. R for Romeo.
Goldie, did you say
wing attack plan r?
Goldie, did you say
wing attack plan r?
Yes, sir, I have.
Goldie, how many times
have I told you guys
that I don't want no horsing
around on the airplane?
I'm not horsing around,
sir, that's how it decodes.
Well, I've been to one world
fair, a picnic and a rodeo,
and that's the stupidest thing I ever
heard come over a set of earphones.
You sure you got today's code?
Yes, sir, it is.
Ah, there's just gotta
be something wrong.
Wait a second, I'm coming back.
Maybe you'd better get a
confirmation from base.
Yes, sir.
Major Kong, is it possible this is
some kind of loyalty test? You know,
give the go code and then recall
to see who would actually go?
There ain't nobody ever
got the go code yet.
There ain't nobody ever
got the go code yet.
And old ripper wouldn't
be giving us plan r
unless them russkies had
already clobbered Washington
and a lot of other towns
with a sneak attack.
Yes, sir.
Major Kong, message
from base confirmed.
[iii]
Well, boys, I reckon this is it.
Nuclear combat toe-to-toe
with the russkies.
[iii]
[iii]
Now, look, boys, I ain't much
of a hand at making speeches.
But I got a pretty fair idea
that something doggone important
is going on back there.
Now, I've got a fair idea of
the kind of personal emotions
that some of you fellows
may be thinking.
Heck, I reckon you wouldn't
even be human beings
if you didn't have some pretty strong
personal feelings about nuclear combat.
But I want you to
remember one thing:
That folks back home
is counting on you,
and by golly, we ain't
about to let them down.
Tell you something else.
If this thing turns out to be half as
important as I figure it just might be,
I'd say that you're all in line
for some important promotions
and personal citations when
this thing's over with.
And that goes for every
last one of you,
regardless of your race,
color or your creed.
Now, let's get this thing on the
hump. We got some flying to do.
[Phone ringing]
Buck, should I get it?
Man: Yeah, you have to.
Hello?
Yes, general turgidson is here, but I'm afraid
he can't come to the phone at the moment.
Well, this is his
secretary, miss Scott.
Freddie, how are you?
Fine, and you?
Oh, we were just catching up on
some of the general's paperwork.
Well, look, Freddie, he's
very tied up at the moment.
I'm afraid he can't
come to the phone.
Well, just a minute.
General turgidson, a
colonel puntrich calling.
Tell him to call back.
Freddie, the general says could
you call back in a minute or two?
Oh. He says it can't wait.
Ah, for Pete's...
Find out what he wants.
Freddie, the thing is, the general
is in the powder room right now.
Could you tell me
what it's about?
Just a second.
Apparently they monitored a
transmission about eight minutes ago
from burpelson air force base.
Right. It was directed to the 843rd
bomb wing on airborne alert.
It decoded as wing
attack plan r.
Well, tell him to call whats-his-name,
the base commander. Ripper.
Do I have to think of
everything around...?
The general suggests you call general
ripper, the 843rd base commander.
Oh. All communications
are dead.
Bull! Tell him to
do it himself.
Freddie, the general asks if you
could possibly try again yourself.
I see. He says he's tried personally
several times, but everything is dead.
Even the normal phone
lines are shut down.
[Turgidson grunts]
Fred? Buck. What's
it look like?
Yeah?
Well, are you sure it's plan r?
Huh. What's cooking on the threat
board? Nothing? Nothing at all?
I don't like the
look of this, Fred.
All right. Tell you what
you better do, old buddy.
You better give elmo and Charlie a blast.
Bump everything up to condition red.
And stand by the blower.
I'll get back to you.
What's up? Nothing, nothing.
Where's my shorts? On the
floor. Where are you going?
No place. No place.
I just thought I might mosey over to the war room
for a few minutes, see what's doing over there.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
The air force never sleeps.
Buck, honey, I'm not
sleepy either.
I know how it is, baby.
Tell you what you do.
You just start your countdown,
and old bucky will be back here
before you can say, "blastoff!"
Ripper [Over loudspeaker]: Your commie has
no regard for human life, not even his own.
And for this reason, men, I
want to impress upon you
the need for extreme
watchfulness.
The enemy may come individually
or he may come in strength.
He may even come in the
uniform of our own troops.
But however he comes,
we must stop him.
We must not allow him to
gain entrance to this base.
Now, I am going to give
you three simple rules.
First: Trust no one, whatever
his uniform or rank,
unless he is known
to you personally.
Second: Anyone or anything
that approaches within 200 yards of
the perimeter is to be fired upon.
Third: If in doubt, shoot first
and ask questions afterwards.
"Narrator". For more than a year, ominous
rumors had been privately circulating
among high-level
western leaders
that the Soviet union had been at
work on what was darkly hinted to be
the ultimate weapon:
A doomsday device.
Intelligence sources traced the site
of the top-secret Russian project
to the perpetually
fog-shrouded wasteland
below the arctic peaks
of the zhokhov islands.
Below the arctic peaks
of the zhokhov islands.
What they were building,
or why it should be located in
such a remote and desolate place,
no one could say.
[iii]
[Jet engine roaring]
[Buzzing]
General ripper, sir. Group
captain mandrake speaking.
This is general ripper
speaking. Yes, sir.
Do you recognize my
voice, mandrake?
I do, sir. Why do you ask?
Why do you think I ask?
Well, I don't know, sir. We spoke just a
few moments ago on the phone, didn't we?
You don't think I'd ask if you recognize my voice unless
it was pretty damned important, do you, mandrake?
No, I don't, sir, no.
All right. Let's see if
we can stay on the ball.
Has the wing confirmed holding
at their fail-safe points?
Yes, sir. The confirmations
have all just come in.
Very well. Now, listen
to me carefully.
The base is being put
on condition red.
I want this flashed to all
sections immediately.
Condition red, sir, yes. Jolly good
idea. Keeps the men on their toes.
Group captain, I'm afraid
this is not an exercise.
Not an exercise, sir?
I shouldn't tell you this, mandrake, but you're
a good officer and you have a right to know.
It looks like we're
in a shooting war.
Oh, hell.
Are the Russians involved, sir?
Mandrake, that's all I've been told.
It just came in on the red phone. My orders
are for this base to be sealed tight,
and that's what I mean
to do, seal it tight.
Now, I want you to
transmit plan r,
r for Robert, to the wing.
Plan r for Robert.
Ls it that bad, sir?
Looks like it's pretty
hairy. Yes, sir.
Plan r for Robert, sir.
Now, last, and possibly
most important,
I want all privately-owned radios
to be immediately impounded.
Yes, sir.
They might be used to issue
instructions to saboteurs.
As I have previously arranged, air
police will have lists of all owners.
And I want every single one of
them collected without exception.
Yes, sir.
And after you've done
that, report back to me.
Yes, sir.
[Siren wailing]
"Narrator". In order to guard
against surprise nuclear attack,
America's strategic air command,
that maintains a large
force of b-52 bombers
airborne 24 hours a day.
Each b-52 can deliver a nuclear
bomb load of 50 megatons,
equal to 16 times the total explosive
force of all the bombs and shells
used by all the armies
in world war ii.
Based in America, the
airborne alert force
is deployed from the persian
Gulf to the arctic ocean.
But they have one geographical
factor in common:
They are all two hours from
their targets inside Russia.
[Beeping]
Major Kong, I know you'll
think this is crazy,
but I just got a message
from base over the crm 114.
It decodes as wing attack
plan r. R for Romeo.
Goldie, did you say
wing attack plan r?
Goldie, did you say
wing attack plan r?
Yes, sir, I have.
Goldie, how many times
have I told you guys
that I don't want no horsing
around on the airplane?
I'm not horsing around,
sir, that's how it decodes.
Well, I've been to one world
fair, a picnic and a rodeo,
and that's the stupidest thing I ever
heard come over a set of earphones.
You sure you got today's code?
Yes, sir, it is.
Ah, there's just gotta
be something wrong.
Wait a second, I'm coming back.
Maybe you'd better get a
confirmation from base.
Yes, sir.
Major Kong, is it possible this is
some kind of loyalty test? You know,
give the go code and then recall
to see who would actually go?
There ain't nobody ever
got the go code yet.
There ain't nobody ever
got the go code yet.
And old ripper wouldn't
be giving us plan r
unless them russkies had
already clobbered Washington
and a lot of other towns
with a sneak attack.
Yes, sir.
Major Kong, message
from base confirmed.
[iii]
Well, boys, I reckon this is it.
Nuclear combat toe-to-toe
with the russkies.
[iii]
[iii]
Now, look, boys, I ain't much
of a hand at making speeches.
But I got a pretty fair idea
that something doggone important
is going on back there.
Now, I've got a fair idea of
the kind of personal emotions
that some of you fellows
may be thinking.
Heck, I reckon you wouldn't
even be human beings
if you didn't have some pretty strong
personal feelings about nuclear combat.
But I want you to
remember one thing:
That folks back home
is counting on you,
and by golly, we ain't
about to let them down.
Tell you something else.
If this thing turns out to be half as
important as I figure it just might be,
I'd say that you're all in line
for some important promotions
and personal citations when
this thing's over with.
And that goes for every
last one of you,
regardless of your race,
color or your creed.
Now, let's get this thing on the
hump. We got some flying to do.
[Phone ringing]
Buck, should I get it?
Man: Yeah, you have to.
Hello?
Yes, general turgidson is here, but I'm afraid
he can't come to the phone at the moment.
Well, this is his
secretary, miss Scott.
Freddie, how are you?
Fine, and you?
Oh, we were just catching up on
some of the general's paperwork.
Well, look, Freddie, he's
very tied up at the moment.
I'm afraid he can't
come to the phone.
Well, just a minute.
General turgidson, a
colonel puntrich calling.
Tell him to call back.
Freddie, the general says could
you call back in a minute or two?
Oh. He says it can't wait.
Ah, for Pete's...
Find out what he wants.
Freddie, the thing is, the general
is in the powder room right now.
Could you tell me
what it's about?
Just a second.
Apparently they monitored a
transmission about eight minutes ago
from burpelson air force base.
Right. It was directed to the 843rd
bomb wing on airborne alert.
It decoded as wing
attack plan r.
Well, tell him to call whats-his-name,
the base commander. Ripper.
Do I have to think of
everything around...?
The general suggests you call general
ripper, the 843rd base commander.
Oh. All communications
are dead.
Bull! Tell him to
do it himself.
Freddie, the general asks if you
could possibly try again yourself.
I see. He says he's tried personally
several times, but everything is dead.
Even the normal phone
lines are shut down.
[Turgidson grunts]
Fred? Buck. What's
it look like?
Yeah?
Well, are you sure it's plan r?
Huh. What's cooking on the threat
board? Nothing? Nothing at all?
I don't like the
look of this, Fred.
All right. Tell you what
you better do, old buddy.
You better give elmo and Charlie a blast.
Bump everything up to condition red.
And stand by the blower.
I'll get back to you.
What's up? Nothing, nothing.
Where's my shorts? On the
floor. Where are you going?
No place. No place.
I just thought I might mosey over to the war room
for a few minutes, see what's doing over there.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
The air force never sleeps.
Buck, honey, I'm not
sleepy either.
I know how it is, baby.
Tell you what you do.
You just start your countdown,
and old bucky will be back here
before you can say, "blastoff!"
Ripper [Over loudspeaker]: Your commie has
no regard for human life, not even his own.
And for this reason, men, I
want to impress upon you
the need for extreme
watchfulness.
The enemy may come individually
or he may come in strength.
He may even come in the
uniform of our own troops.
But however he comes,
we must stop him.
We must not allow him to
gain entrance to this base.
Now, I am going to give
you three simple rules.
First: Trust no one, whatever
his uniform or rank,
unless he is known
to you personally.
Second: Anyone or anything
that approaches within 200 yards of
the perimeter is to be fired upon.
Third: If in doubt, shoot first
and ask questions afterwards.
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