王牌特工:特工学院 Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)【完整台词】
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This is Zero One Alpha.
We have secured Falcon.
I say again, we have secured Falcon.
By the time I count to ten...
...you will have told me
exactly what I need to know.
If not...
...the number ten will be the
last thing you will ever hear.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Grenade! Sir, get back!
Shit.
Fucking missed it.
How did I fucking miss it?
Merlin, I apologize for putting
you in this position.
You trained him well.
James...
training is over.
Welcome to Kingsman.
Lancelot.
Sir.
I'll deal with this mess personally.
I very much regret that your husband's
bravery can't be publicly celebrated.
I hope you understand.
How can I understand?
You won't tell me anything.
I didn't even know
he wasn't with his squad.
I'm so sorry, I can't say more.
But I would like to present you
with this Medal of Valor...
and if you look closely on the back,
there's a number.
And as a more concrete gesture
of our gratitude...
we'd like to offer you...
Let's call it a favor.
The nature of it is your choice.
Just tell the operator...
"oxfords not brogues,"
and then I'll know it's you.
I don't want your help!
I want my husband back!
What's your name, young man?
Eggsy.
Hello, Eggsy.
Can I see that?
You take care of this, Eggsy.
All right?
And take care of your mum, too.
So sorry, Professor Arnold.
Just a tiny bit more.
For God's sakes, just rip it off.
I'm under very strict instructions
not to hurt you.
Look, you've made a mistake.
I'm a university lecturer.
I've got no money.
This isn't about money.
Our boss just wants to talk to you.
Am I meant to find that reassuring?
He'll be here soon. He'll explain.
Do you like whiskey?
Red, get the '62 Dalmore.
Honestly, this whiskey, it's amazing.
You will shit.
I suppose asking to borrow
a cup of sugar is a step too far?
Professor Arnold,
I'm here to take you home.
1962 Dalmore.
It'd be a sin to spill any.
Don't you think?
Can you hold these? Please?
Thank you.
Everything is clean.
My kind of welcome.
No stomach for violence.
I mean, literally,
I see one drop of blood...
that is me done.
I'm like...
projectile.
Listen, I'm so sorry...
you had to witness all this unpleasantness
due to our uninvited guest.
But I promise you, by the time
I've found out who he works for...
you and I will be the best of friends.
To the shop, please.
Arthur's in the dining room, sir.
Arthur.
Galahad.
The others were beginning to wonder
if we were going to have a double toast.
Gentlemen, I'm thankful to
say it's been 17 years...
since we last had occasion
to use this decanter.
Lancelot was an outstanding agent,
and a true Kingsman.
He will be sorely missed.
To Lancelot.
To Lancelot.
I intend to start the selection process
for Lancelot's replacement tomorrow.
I want each of you
to propose a candidate...
and have them report to UK HQ...
no later than 9 p.m. GMT.
Thank you.
Merlin.
Come in.
Lancelot was investigating
a group of mercenaries...
who were experimenting
with biological weaponry.
Glasses, gentlemen, please.
Uganda, 2012.
Synthetic cathinones.
They put it in the water supply
of a guerrilla army base.
Rage, cannibalism, multiple fatalities.
Chechnya, 2013.
Insurgents turned on one another.
Indisputably, the work of our mercenaries,
but no trace of any chemicals of any kind.
So what happened to Lancelot?
He tracked them to this property
in Argentina.
While he had them under surveillance...
he became aware
they'd effected a kidnapping.
So he executed a solo rescue mission,
which failed.
This is his last transmission.
- Who is he?
- Some climate change doomsayer.
Expounds something
called "Gaia theory"...
about the world healing itself,
or some such.
But what's curious,
is he's not actually missing.
This is Professor Arnold...
at Imperial College this morning.
It's all yours.
And don't forget
your membership proposal.
Try picking a more suitable
candidate this time.
17 years and still...
evolving with the times remains
an entirely foreign concept to you.
Need I remind you, I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for that young man?
He was as much Kingsman
material as any of them.
More so.
But he wasn't exactly one of us, was he?
Let's face it, Galahad,
your little experiment failed.
With respect, Arthur, you're a snob.
"With respect"?
The world is changing.
There's a reason why aristocrats
developed weak chins.
Eggsy?
Eggsy, come here.
- Got any Rizla, babe?
- No.
Why don't you do your mum a favor,
go down to the shop and get some?
- Get them yourself.
- Oi.
What have I said to you
about speaking to Dean like that?
Three's a crowd, innit?
Why don't Dean's poodle go?
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you take this,
go and get some Rizlas...
get yourself some sweets?
And while you're gone...
we'll show your mother
how three can be good company.
Thanks, babe.
There we go.
Is that better?
If Dean treats your mum so bad,
why doesn't she leave him?
Low self-esteem. That's her problem.
Fuck off.
Why would she have low self-esteem?
Eggsy's mum is well fit.
- No offense, bruv.
- It's all right.
One of these days,
I'm gonna smash his face in.
Are you mental, cuz?
He'd just get that lot to do you,
and then pretend he knew nothing...
...about it.
You think you can chat shit about us
and we won't do nothing...
just because our guvnor's
banging Eggsy's mum?
Pretty much, yeah.
Bruv, just leave it. Let's just go, man.
It's not worth it.
You boys have outstayed your welcome.
Leave.
What?
I'm sorry about that, bruv.
Yeah.
Mug.
They weren't fucking worth it, boys.
It's freezing. Why are we walking?
You jacked his fucking car keys, bruv?
Yeah. Now, we're gonna nick his car.
Shit!
Hold on, boys.
Hey, that's my fucking car!
Hey! Hey! Eggsy!
I swear, you want to fucking stop it!
You're a fucking dead man! Stop it!
We have secured Falcon.
I say again, we have secured Falcon.
By the time I count to ten...
...you will have told me
exactly what I need to know.
If not...
...the number ten will be the
last thing you will ever hear.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Grenade! Sir, get back!
Shit.
Fucking missed it.
How did I fucking miss it?
Merlin, I apologize for putting
you in this position.
You trained him well.
James...
training is over.
Welcome to Kingsman.
Lancelot.
Sir.
I'll deal with this mess personally.
I very much regret that your husband's
bravery can't be publicly celebrated.
I hope you understand.
How can I understand?
You won't tell me anything.
I didn't even know
he wasn't with his squad.
I'm so sorry, I can't say more.
But I would like to present you
with this Medal of Valor...
and if you look closely on the back,
there's a number.
And as a more concrete gesture
of our gratitude...
we'd like to offer you...
Let's call it a favor.
The nature of it is your choice.
Just tell the operator...
"oxfords not brogues,"
and then I'll know it's you.
I don't want your help!
I want my husband back!
What's your name, young man?
Eggsy.
Hello, Eggsy.
Can I see that?
You take care of this, Eggsy.
All right?
And take care of your mum, too.
So sorry, Professor Arnold.
Just a tiny bit more.
For God's sakes, just rip it off.
I'm under very strict instructions
not to hurt you.
Look, you've made a mistake.
I'm a university lecturer.
I've got no money.
This isn't about money.
Our boss just wants to talk to you.
Am I meant to find that reassuring?
He'll be here soon. He'll explain.
Do you like whiskey?
Red, get the '62 Dalmore.
Honestly, this whiskey, it's amazing.
You will shit.
I suppose asking to borrow
a cup of sugar is a step too far?
Professor Arnold,
I'm here to take you home.
1962 Dalmore.
It'd be a sin to spill any.
Don't you think?
Can you hold these? Please?
Thank you.
Everything is clean.
My kind of welcome.
No stomach for violence.
I mean, literally,
I see one drop of blood...
that is me done.
I'm like...
projectile.
Listen, I'm so sorry...
you had to witness all this unpleasantness
due to our uninvited guest.
But I promise you, by the time
I've found out who he works for...
you and I will be the best of friends.
To the shop, please.
Arthur's in the dining room, sir.
Arthur.
Galahad.
The others were beginning to wonder
if we were going to have a double toast.
Gentlemen, I'm thankful to
say it's been 17 years...
since we last had occasion
to use this decanter.
Lancelot was an outstanding agent,
and a true Kingsman.
He will be sorely missed.
To Lancelot.
To Lancelot.
I intend to start the selection process
for Lancelot's replacement tomorrow.
I want each of you
to propose a candidate...
and have them report to UK HQ...
no later than 9 p.m. GMT.
Thank you.
Merlin.
Come in.
Lancelot was investigating
a group of mercenaries...
who were experimenting
with biological weaponry.
Glasses, gentlemen, please.
Uganda, 2012.
Synthetic cathinones.
They put it in the water supply
of a guerrilla army base.
Rage, cannibalism, multiple fatalities.
Chechnya, 2013.
Insurgents turned on one another.
Indisputably, the work of our mercenaries,
but no trace of any chemicals of any kind.
So what happened to Lancelot?
He tracked them to this property
in Argentina.
While he had them under surveillance...
he became aware
they'd effected a kidnapping.
So he executed a solo rescue mission,
which failed.
This is his last transmission.
- Who is he?
- Some climate change doomsayer.
Expounds something
called "Gaia theory"...
about the world healing itself,
or some such.
But what's curious,
is he's not actually missing.
This is Professor Arnold...
at Imperial College this morning.
It's all yours.
And don't forget
your membership proposal.
Try picking a more suitable
candidate this time.
17 years and still...
evolving with the times remains
an entirely foreign concept to you.
Need I remind you, I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for that young man?
He was as much Kingsman
material as any of them.
More so.
But he wasn't exactly one of us, was he?
Let's face it, Galahad,
your little experiment failed.
With respect, Arthur, you're a snob.
"With respect"?
The world is changing.
There's a reason why aristocrats
developed weak chins.
Eggsy?
Eggsy, come here.
- Got any Rizla, babe?
- No.
Why don't you do your mum a favor,
go down to the shop and get some?
- Get them yourself.
- Oi.
What have I said to you
about speaking to Dean like that?
Three's a crowd, innit?
Why don't Dean's poodle go?
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you take this,
go and get some Rizlas...
get yourself some sweets?
And while you're gone...
we'll show your mother
how three can be good company.
Thanks, babe.
There we go.
Is that better?
If Dean treats your mum so bad,
why doesn't she leave him?
Low self-esteem. That's her problem.
Fuck off.
Why would she have low self-esteem?
Eggsy's mum is well fit.
- No offense, bruv.
- It's all right.
One of these days,
I'm gonna smash his face in.
Are you mental, cuz?
He'd just get that lot to do you,
and then pretend he knew nothing...
...about it.
You think you can chat shit about us
and we won't do nothing...
just because our guvnor's
banging Eggsy's mum?
Pretty much, yeah.
Bruv, just leave it. Let's just go, man.
It's not worth it.
You boys have outstayed your welcome.
Leave.
What?
I'm sorry about that, bruv.
Yeah.
Mug.
They weren't fucking worth it, boys.
It's freezing. Why are we walking?
You jacked his fucking car keys, bruv?
Yeah. Now, we're gonna nick his car.
Shit!
Hold on, boys.
Hey, that's my fucking car!
Hey! Hey! Eggsy!
I swear, you want to fucking stop it!
You're a fucking dead man! Stop it!
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