007:大破量子危机 Quantum of Solace (2008)【完整台词】
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It's time to get out.
Don't bleed to death.
Hello, Mitchell.
Bond.
The Americans are going to be
none too pleased about this.
I promised them Le Chiffre
and they got Le Chiffre.
They got his body.
If they'd wanted his soul they
should have made a deal with a priest.
Has he said anything?
No.
Going to check the perimeter Ma'am.
You look like hell.
When was the last time you slept?
Vesper's boyfriend, Yusef Kabira,
the one who was abducted in Morocco,
the one she was trying to save.
His body was washed
up on a beach in Ibiza.
We're meant to believe the fish did that to
his face. His wallet and ID were in his pocket.
Well that's convenient.
Quite.
Which is why I did a DNA check on a lock
of his hair found in Vesper's apartment.
It's not him.
A lock of his hair? I wouldn't have
thought Vesper the sentimental type.
Well we never really know anyone, do we?
But I do need to know Bond.
I need to know that I can trust you.
And you don't?
Well, it'd be a pretty cold bastard who didn't
want revenge for the death of someone he loved.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not going to go chasing
him. He's not important.
And neither was she.
It's clear Ma'am.
Thanks Mitchell.
Shall we?
You going to tell us who you work for?
I was always very
interested to meet you.
I'd heard so much about you from Vesper.
The real shame is, if she hadn't
killed herself, we would've had you too.
I think you would've
done anything for her.
Well you know you're not in Britain,
and God knows where you'll be tomorrow.
Which should tell you that eventually you
will tell us about the people you work with.
And the longer it takes, the
more painful we'll make it.
You really don't know anything about us.
It's so amusing because, we on
the other side, are thinking, oh...
the MI6, the CIA, they're
looking over our shoulders,
they're listening to our conversations, and
the truth is you don't even know we exist.
Oh we do now Mr. White,
and we're quick learners.
Well then, the first thing you should know
about us is that we have people everywhere.
Am I right?
Anything?
Craig Mitchell worked
for me for 8 years.
He passed a full security check
and lie detector test every year,
and didn't leave so much as a
scrap of paper to explain any of it.
I found this,
and three other bloody Christmas
presents I bought him, about the house.
I don't think he smoked.
And you had to kill him! You
couldn't bring him in for questioning,
so that we might
actually learn something.
When someone says "We've got people
everywhere", you expect it to be hyperbole.
Lots of people say that,
florists use that expression.
Doesn't mean they've got someone
working for them inside the bloody room.
What the hell is this organization Bond?
How can they be everywhere
and we know nothing about them?
I assume we found no trace of White.
No.
The agent guarding the door in the garage
was dead before you passed him on the stairs.
I passed him on the stairs? Christ!
Mitchell must have killed him when
he went out to check the perimeter.
You're lucky to be here.
You think White is still alive?
Yes I do.
What is it?
Craig Mitchell, 45 years
old, no living family,
Tell me that you know more than that.
Our money men went through every
bill in Mitchell's wallet and house.
How much did he have?
Less than 100 pounds.
And about the same in euros and dollars.
Excuse me, excuse me ma'am.
We've done a complete forensic analysis
of every note and its traceable history.
Not in the mood.
After you.
This particular note from Mitchell's
wallet might be of interest.
We introduced tagged bills into Le
Chiffre's money laundering operation,
by intercepting illegal payoffs.
We traced money through several of
his bank accounts around the world.
That's pretty thin.
At the rate money changes hands, you could
probably find a tenner in my robe with a tag.
That's true ma'am, a single bill could be
a coincidence, but what about a whole stack?
These bills from the
same series as Mitchell's
were just scanned at a bank
in Port au Prince, Haiti.
Deposited in the account of a Mr. Slate.
Impress me.
We have a Mr. Edmund Slate, returning to
Port au Prince from Heathrow this morning.
His entry documents have him
staying at Hotel Dessalines.
He's in room 325.
Thank you.
Your welcome.
Do you have any messages for 325?
No sir, the only message was about the
briefcase that was delivered earlier.
Did you want us to continue holding it?
- No, I'll take that now.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Get in!
What?
- Get in!
Fine.
You're late.
I got pulled into a meeting.
Who with?
A friend of Mr. Whites.
Don't think I know him.
It's funny,
you don't look at all like I expected.
Really?
What were you expecting?
I didn't think geologists looked so...
So?
Friend of yours?
I don't have any friends.
We didn't settle on a price.
Make me an offer.
Or we could work it
out later, over drinks.
Dominic didn't give you any trouble did he?
- No
What the hell is this?
I think someone wants to kill you.
That wasn't very nice.
You were supposed to shoot her.
Well I missed.
Get Bond.
Where is he now?
Don't bleed to death.
Hello, Mitchell.
Bond.
The Americans are going to be
none too pleased about this.
I promised them Le Chiffre
and they got Le Chiffre.
They got his body.
If they'd wanted his soul they
should have made a deal with a priest.
Has he said anything?
No.
Going to check the perimeter Ma'am.
You look like hell.
When was the last time you slept?
Vesper's boyfriend, Yusef Kabira,
the one who was abducted in Morocco,
the one she was trying to save.
His body was washed
up on a beach in Ibiza.
We're meant to believe the fish did that to
his face. His wallet and ID were in his pocket.
Well that's convenient.
Quite.
Which is why I did a DNA check on a lock
of his hair found in Vesper's apartment.
It's not him.
A lock of his hair? I wouldn't have
thought Vesper the sentimental type.
Well we never really know anyone, do we?
But I do need to know Bond.
I need to know that I can trust you.
And you don't?
Well, it'd be a pretty cold bastard who didn't
want revenge for the death of someone he loved.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not going to go chasing
him. He's not important.
And neither was she.
It's clear Ma'am.
Thanks Mitchell.
Shall we?
You going to tell us who you work for?
I was always very
interested to meet you.
I'd heard so much about you from Vesper.
The real shame is, if she hadn't
killed herself, we would've had you too.
I think you would've
done anything for her.
Well you know you're not in Britain,
and God knows where you'll be tomorrow.
Which should tell you that eventually you
will tell us about the people you work with.
And the longer it takes, the
more painful we'll make it.
You really don't know anything about us.
It's so amusing because, we on
the other side, are thinking, oh...
the MI6, the CIA, they're
looking over our shoulders,
they're listening to our conversations, and
the truth is you don't even know we exist.
Oh we do now Mr. White,
and we're quick learners.
Well then, the first thing you should know
about us is that we have people everywhere.
Am I right?
Anything?
Craig Mitchell worked
for me for 8 years.
He passed a full security check
and lie detector test every year,
and didn't leave so much as a
scrap of paper to explain any of it.
I found this,
and three other bloody Christmas
presents I bought him, about the house.
I don't think he smoked.
And you had to kill him! You
couldn't bring him in for questioning,
so that we might
actually learn something.
When someone says "We've got people
everywhere", you expect it to be hyperbole.
Lots of people say that,
florists use that expression.
Doesn't mean they've got someone
working for them inside the bloody room.
What the hell is this organization Bond?
How can they be everywhere
and we know nothing about them?
I assume we found no trace of White.
No.
The agent guarding the door in the garage
was dead before you passed him on the stairs.
I passed him on the stairs? Christ!
Mitchell must have killed him when
he went out to check the perimeter.
You're lucky to be here.
You think White is still alive?
Yes I do.
What is it?
Craig Mitchell, 45 years
old, no living family,
Tell me that you know more than that.
Our money men went through every
bill in Mitchell's wallet and house.
How much did he have?
Less than 100 pounds.
And about the same in euros and dollars.
Excuse me, excuse me ma'am.
We've done a complete forensic analysis
of every note and its traceable history.
Not in the mood.
After you.
This particular note from Mitchell's
wallet might be of interest.
We introduced tagged bills into Le
Chiffre's money laundering operation,
by intercepting illegal payoffs.
We traced money through several of
his bank accounts around the world.
That's pretty thin.
At the rate money changes hands, you could
probably find a tenner in my robe with a tag.
That's true ma'am, a single bill could be
a coincidence, but what about a whole stack?
These bills from the
same series as Mitchell's
were just scanned at a bank
in Port au Prince, Haiti.
Deposited in the account of a Mr. Slate.
Impress me.
We have a Mr. Edmund Slate, returning to
Port au Prince from Heathrow this morning.
His entry documents have him
staying at Hotel Dessalines.
He's in room 325.
Thank you.
Your welcome.
Do you have any messages for 325?
No sir, the only message was about the
briefcase that was delivered earlier.
Did you want us to continue holding it?
- No, I'll take that now.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Get in!
What?
- Get in!
Fine.
You're late.
I got pulled into a meeting.
Who with?
A friend of Mr. Whites.
Don't think I know him.
It's funny,
you don't look at all like I expected.
Really?
What were you expecting?
I didn't think geologists looked so...
So?
Friend of yours?
I don't have any friends.
We didn't settle on a price.
Make me an offer.
Or we could work it
out later, over drinks.
Dominic didn't give you any trouble did he?
- No
What the hell is this?
I think someone wants to kill you.
That wasn't very nice.
You were supposed to shoot her.
Well I missed.
Get Bond.
Where is he now?
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