007之你死我活 Live and Let Die(1973)【完整台词】

Black queen on the red king, Miss...

- Solitaire.
- My name's Bond.

James Bond.

I know who you are, what you are
and why you've come.

You have made a mistake.
You will not succeed.

Rather a sweeping statement,
considering we've never met.

The cards have followed you for me.

Now, you get ripped off in Detroit,
baby, you yell out to me, you hear?

Is he armed?

You can't be too careful
in New York City these days.

Funny how the least little thing
amuses him.

Oh, fascinating.

Well, that's you, quite obviously.

An amazing resemblance.

Tell me, am I in there as well?

Pick a card.

Turn it over.

You have found yourself.

I'm telling you,
you all go out there to LA and clean it up,

or I'm coming out there and clean you up,
and I mean that!

Is this the stupid mother
that tailed you uptown?

There seems to be some mistake.
My name is...

Names is for tombstones, baby.

You all take this honky out
and waste him, now.

- "Waste him"? Is that a good thing?
- The reading is over.

Nothing about my future?

Us?

Now, promise you'll stay right there.
I shan't be long.

Thank you.

Keep your hands up, honky.

What does he think this is?
I'll blow his frigging head off, man.

Drop it!

Now.

"Harold Strutter, CIA."
Where were you when I didn't need you?

Kind of obvious
you weren't coming out front,

not even with that clever disguise
you're wearing.

Whiteface in Harlem.

Good thinking, Bond. Let's get out of here.

I'm surprised they didn't spot you, too.

There's a most remarkable girl
back there with a deck of cards.

I saw those cards on the way up.
Spades, James, every one.

You were nailed the minute you left 74th.

There's only supposed to be one man
who can pull together

that much black muscle in this town.

Calls himself Mr. Big.

You name the business,
they say he has a black concession.

What would a foreign prime minister
like Kananga

want with an American gangster?

The question is, what would Mr. Big
want with a two-bit island diplomat?

Mr. Big?
Where the hell does he fit into this mess?

A genuine Felix lighter. Illuminating.

Now, listen, James,

we just found out
that Kananga's got a private plane

and he's leaving for San Monique
within the hour.

Then get me on the next available flight,
will you, Felix?

I already did.

I just knew you wouldn't pass up a chance
to get away from where the real action is.

The legendary Baron Samedi, folks.

That's Saturday,
for those of you who speak French.

Voodoo god of cemeteries
and chief of the legion of the dead.

The man who cannot die.

But for our purposes, just a performer
in a little musical extravaganza

we've cooked up for you wonderful people.

Good evening. The name is Bond.
You have a reservation for me.

Yes, Mr. Bond, of course.
Mrs. Bond has been expecting you.

- Mrs. Bond?
- She arrived earlier this afternoon, sir.

Said she preferred
something a little more private.

Bungalow 12.

An incurable romantic, Mrs. Bond.

Room service, please.

Room service?
This is Mr. Bond, bungalow 12.

I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please.
Slightly chilled.

Two glasses. Thank you.

Anybody home?

Your champagne, sir.

- What was that?
- Your champagne.

Put it on the table. Thanks.

- Shall I open it?
- What?

Shall I open it?

No. I can manage. Thank you.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Bond, I presume?

I'm Rosie Carver.

I guess I have a little explaining to do.

Yes. Either you

or dear Uncle Felix.

Custom. 38 Smith & Wesson.

Corrugated 3-inch stock. No serial number.

Standard CIA issue.

Question is, why point it at me?

The man who delivered your champagne
is not a hotel waiter.

I was just trying to be careful.

As for Felix Leiter, you're right.

I've worked for CIA down here
for some time now,

and he cabled me you were coming and
asked if I wouldn't help out, if I could.

Perhaps you'd better start
by getting your head together.

- There's a mirror in the bathroom.
- Yes.

You're only my second mission, you know.

My first was Baines,
the agent who was killed.

It's a relief to know I'm next in line
for the same kind of aid.

There's a...

- There's a...
- A snake. I forgot. I should've told you.

You should never go in there
without a mongoose.

I should have never
gotten into any of this.

I'm going to be completely useless to you.

I'm sure we'll be able
to lick you into shape.

It's getting late, Mrs. Bond.

Tomorrow is going to be
a very busy day for us.

You see, Kananga is protecting something
down here,

something which

Baines obviously discovered.

You're going to show me the spot
where Baines' body was found.

That, I'm afraid,
only leaves us tonight to, well,

catch up on old times.

Felix told me there'd be moments like this.

What did good old Felix suggest?

If all else failed, cyanide pills.

I settled for two bedrooms.

Good night, Mr. Bond.

Mrs. Bond.

Why, it's just a hat, darling,
belonging to a small-headed man

of limited means
who lost a fight with a chicken.

It's a warning. Get it out of here!

Please.

Please don't leave me alone tonight.

James, please promise me.

All right, darling, if you insist.

I promise.

I thank you.

Rosie!

Breakfast's up!

- Rosie, are you ready yet?
- What?

I have to see about organizing a car.

I'll see you in the lobby.

Over here, sir. Over here.
Guaranteed big fish.

- Catch big fish, sir.
Hey, baby.

Over here. Bring your man over here.
Just $20. Half a day.

You got warm lady.
We got cold beer over here, man.

You wanna catch a big fish, sir?
It's only 2 pounds over here.

Good morning.

Come on, Rosie.
This one seems eager enough.

Excuse me. Where can I change?

Me. Clothes off. Where?

Stop right there.

Turn around slowly.

Keep your hands up!

As I was saying, Quarrel, a lousy agent.

But the compensations
speak for themselves.

Rosie Carver, meet the man
who shares my hairbrush,

Quarrel Junior.

I'm really sorry.

I could've shot you.

You might have even killed me
if you'd taken off the safety catch.

Never mind, darling.

You just let us know when we get
to the spot where Baines was killed.

It's up in the hills
just after we clear the next cove.

Hey, Quarrel, who the hell lives up there?

That's the house of the Kananga woman.

She's supposed to have
the power of the obeah.

No one on the island
dare go up there except him.

He comes again.

There will be violence.

He approaches even now.

By land or water?

Water.

He has arrived.

Good.

Rosie's been more efficient
than I anticipated.

I know a place
where we can rustle up a car.

Beautiful, brave and now resourceful.

Rosie, you seem to be staging
a remarkable comeback.

Tell me about the future.

Is it death?

I said, is it death?

It is death.

They're coming.

Rosie knows what to do.

Now, I want no bodies this time, no trace.

It's down there.

But I thought you said Baines
was killed up in the hills, darling.