007:大破天幕杀机 Skyfall (2012)【完整台词】
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Him.
Okay. Name's Patrice.
He's a ghost. No known residence or country of origin.
So how do we find him?
Well, luckily, we still have one or two friends left in the CIA.
They're after him for the Yemeni ambassador's murder,
and they're getting close.
Intel is he's going to be in Shanghai
in two days time, probably on a job.
You're to go there and await further instructions.
If he turns up, he's yours.
Find out who he works for and who has the list.
Then terminate him, for Ronson.
With pleasure.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
No.
Report to the new Quartermaster for your documentation.
He hasn't set up shop yet, but Tanner will
put you two together. Good luck.
Thank you.
007.
You are ready for this?
Yes, ma'am.
I didn't know Bond passed the tests.
He didn't.
Always makes me feel a little melancholy.
A grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away for scrap.
The inevitability of time, don't you think?
What do you see?
A bloody big ship.
Excuse me.
007...
I'm your new Quartermaster.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
Well, your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I'll hazard I can do more damage
on my laptop sitting in my pajamas
before my first cup of Earl Grey
than you can do in a year in the field.
Oh, so why do you need me?
Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.
Or not pulled.
It's hard to know which in your pajamas.
Q.
007.
Ticket to Shanghai.
Documentation and passport.
Thank you.
And this.
Walther PPK/S 9mm short.
There's a micro-dermal sensor in the grip.
It's been coded to your palm print so only you can fire it.
Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement.
And this?
Standard issue radio transmitter.
Activate it and it broadcasts your location.
Distress signal.
And that's it.
A gun...
and a radio.
Not exactly Christmas, is it?
Were you expecting an exploding pen?
We don't really go in for that anymore.
Good luck out there in the field.
And please return the equipment in one piece.
Brave new world.
Who's got the list?
Tell me! Who are you working for?
Tanner... he's posted the first five names.
Their cover's blown. They're in danger. Get them out now.
Room service.
I didn't order anything. Not even you.
I've got some new information.
Aren't you a little overqualified to be delivering messages?
It's all part of the learning curve.
And Q's afraid of flying.
Of course he is.
So whoever stole the list has already decrypted it.
They posted the first five names on the web.
Well, it was only a matter of time.
Well, that's just the start.
They're posting five more next week, and the week after.
It's some kind of sadistic game.
Cut-throat razor.
How very traditional.
Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Are you putting your life in my hands again?
M's...
already briefed me on the list.
Raising the tantalizing question
of what you're really doing here.
My official directive was to help...
"in any way I can."
Like spying for Mallory.
You know, Mallory's not as bad as you think.
He's a bureaucrat.
You should do your homework.
Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel...
Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland, Hereford Regiment.
Spent three months at the hands of the IRA.
So there's more to him than meets the eye.
We'll see.
Keep still.
This is the tricky part.
Now that's better.
You look the part now.
- Mm-hmm?
- Mmm.
And what part's that?
Old dog,
new tricks.
Good evening.
Evening.
Don't touch your ear.
I've got three exits,
lots of blind spots.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
You don't scrub up so bad yourself.
It's amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling me.
Do you gamble?
I like a little flutter now and then.
Who doesn't like to take chances?
Good evening, sir. How may I help you?
I'd like to cash this in, please.
One moment, sir.
Good fortune tonight, sir.
Let's hope so.
With compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Now you can afford to buy me a drink.
Maybe I'll even stretch to two.
I'm guessing I've got four million euros in here.
Not bad. I like this game.
Why don't we play another?
I don't gamble.
I'm not very lucky.
A little like our friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who would redeem the chip.
You made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Did I over-complicate the plot?
Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twist, Mr...?
Bond.
James Bond.
Severine.
So, Mr. Bond, shall we discuss your next performance over that drink?
I'd like that.
Will your friends be joining us?
That, I'm afraid, is inevitable.
She's pretty.
Now, now.
If you like that sort of thing.
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
Would you mind if I asked you a business question?
Depends on the question.
It has to do with death.
A subject in which you're well-versed.
And how would you know that?
Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress
with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.
One can never be too careful when
handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers.
I am correct in assuming you killed Patrice?
Yes.
Might I ask why?
I want to meet your employer.
Be careful what you wish for.
You're scared.
Thank you for the drink,
Mr. Bond.
You put on a good show.
But ever since we sat down, you haven't stopped
looking at your bodyguards.
Okay. Name's Patrice.
He's a ghost. No known residence or country of origin.
So how do we find him?
Well, luckily, we still have one or two friends left in the CIA.
They're after him for the Yemeni ambassador's murder,
and they're getting close.
Intel is he's going to be in Shanghai
in two days time, probably on a job.
You're to go there and await further instructions.
If he turns up, he's yours.
Find out who he works for and who has the list.
Then terminate him, for Ronson.
With pleasure.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
No.
Report to the new Quartermaster for your documentation.
He hasn't set up shop yet, but Tanner will
put you two together. Good luck.
Thank you.
007.
You are ready for this?
Yes, ma'am.
I didn't know Bond passed the tests.
He didn't.
Always makes me feel a little melancholy.
A grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away for scrap.
The inevitability of time, don't you think?
What do you see?
A bloody big ship.
Excuse me.
007...
I'm your new Quartermaster.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
Well, your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I'll hazard I can do more damage
on my laptop sitting in my pajamas
before my first cup of Earl Grey
than you can do in a year in the field.
Oh, so why do you need me?
Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.
Or not pulled.
It's hard to know which in your pajamas.
Q.
007.
Ticket to Shanghai.
Documentation and passport.
Thank you.
And this.
Walther PPK/S 9mm short.
There's a micro-dermal sensor in the grip.
It's been coded to your palm print so only you can fire it.
Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement.
And this?
Standard issue radio transmitter.
Activate it and it broadcasts your location.
Distress signal.
And that's it.
A gun...
and a radio.
Not exactly Christmas, is it?
Were you expecting an exploding pen?
We don't really go in for that anymore.
Good luck out there in the field.
And please return the equipment in one piece.
Brave new world.
Who's got the list?
Tell me! Who are you working for?
Tanner... he's posted the first five names.
Their cover's blown. They're in danger. Get them out now.
Room service.
I didn't order anything. Not even you.
I've got some new information.
Aren't you a little overqualified to be delivering messages?
It's all part of the learning curve.
And Q's afraid of flying.
Of course he is.
So whoever stole the list has already decrypted it.
They posted the first five names on the web.
Well, it was only a matter of time.
Well, that's just the start.
They're posting five more next week, and the week after.
It's some kind of sadistic game.
Cut-throat razor.
How very traditional.
Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.
Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Are you putting your life in my hands again?
M's...
already briefed me on the list.
Raising the tantalizing question
of what you're really doing here.
My official directive was to help...
"in any way I can."
Like spying for Mallory.
You know, Mallory's not as bad as you think.
He's a bureaucrat.
You should do your homework.
Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel...
Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland, Hereford Regiment.
Spent three months at the hands of the IRA.
So there's more to him than meets the eye.
We'll see.
Keep still.
This is the tricky part.
Now that's better.
You look the part now.
- Mm-hmm?
- Mmm.
And what part's that?
Old dog,
new tricks.
Good evening.
Evening.
Don't touch your ear.
I've got three exits,
lots of blind spots.
I've got them covered.
You look beautiful in that dress.
You don't scrub up so bad yourself.
It's amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.
You're telling me.
Do you gamble?
I like a little flutter now and then.
Who doesn't like to take chances?
Good evening, sir. How may I help you?
I'd like to cash this in, please.
One moment, sir.
Good fortune tonight, sir.
Let's hope so.
With compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Now you can afford to buy me a drink.
Maybe I'll even stretch to two.
I'm guessing I've got four million euros in here.
Not bad. I like this game.
Why don't we play another?
I don't gamble.
I'm not very lucky.
A little like our friend in Shanghai.
I've been waiting to see who would redeem the chip.
You made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Did I over-complicate the plot?
Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twist, Mr...?
Bond.
James Bond.
Severine.
So, Mr. Bond, shall we discuss your next performance over that drink?
I'd like that.
Will your friends be joining us?
That, I'm afraid, is inevitable.
She's pretty.
Now, now.
If you like that sort of thing.
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
Would you mind if I asked you a business question?
Depends on the question.
It has to do with death.
A subject in which you're well-versed.
And how would you know that?
Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress
with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.
One can never be too careful when
handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers.
I am correct in assuming you killed Patrice?
Yes.
Might I ask why?
I want to meet your employer.
Be careful what you wish for.
You're scared.
Thank you for the drink,
Mr. Bond.
You put on a good show.
But ever since we sat down, you haven't stopped
looking at your bodyguards.
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