007：大破天幕杀机 Skyfall (2012)【完整台词】

Where are you?

Take a wild guess, Q.

He's in disguise, dressed as a policeman.

Of course he is.

Where's he going? Where's he going?

He's going for M. Tell Tanner. Get her out of there.

You've overlooked, or chosen to ignore, hard evidence

and consistently, almost obstinately...

Silva's escaped. Bond's in pursuit.

We need to get you to a secure location immediately.

I'll be damned if I'm gonna show her my back.

Are we straining your attention?

No. Please, Minister, proceed.

Excuse me.

Move! Move!

It's as if you insist on pretending

we still live in a golden age of espionage

where human intelligence was the only resource available.

Well, I find this rather old-fashioned belief

demonstrates a reckless disregard for...

Excuse me, Minister, I don't mean to interrupt,

but just for the sake of variety,

might we actually hear from the witness?

Of course.

Thank you.

I won't miss next time, Mr. Silva.

Not bad. Not bad, James, for a physical wreck.

Thank you.

You caught me.

Now, here's your prize.

The latest thing from my local toy store.

It's called radio.

Whew!

I do hope that wasn't for me.

No.

But that is.

Chairman. Ministers.

Today I've repeatedly heard how

irrelevant my department has become.

Why do we need agents? The Double-O section?

Isn't it all rather quaint?

Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do.

And the truth is that what I see frightens me.

I'm frightened because our enemies are no longer known to us.

They do not exist on a map.

They're not nations. They are individuals.

Look around you. Who do you fear?

Can you see a face? A uniform? A flag? No.

Our world is not more transparent now.

It's more opaque.

It's in the shadows.

That's where we must do battle.

So, before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves,

How safe do you feel?

I've just one more thing to say.

My late husband was a great lover of poetry.

And, um...

I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions.

And here today I remember this, I think from Tennyson.

We are not now that strength,

which in old days moved earth and heaven.

That which we are, we are.

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

made weak by time

and fate,

but strong in will.

To strive, to seek,

to find

and not to yield.

Go, go, go, go!

Move!

Move! Go! Move!

007, what the hell are we doing? Are you kidnapping me?

That would be one way of looking at it.

Too many people are dying because of me.

If he wants you, he'll have to come and get you.

We've been one step behind Silva from the start.

It's time to get out in front, change the game.

And I'm to be the bait?

All right. But just us. No one else.

Q? I need help.

I'm tracking the car. Where are you going?

I've got M. We're about to disappear.

What?

I need you to lay a trail of breadcrumbs impossible to follow

for anyone except Silva. Think you can do it?

I'm guessing this isn't strictly official.

Not even remotely.

So much for my promising career in espionage.

I'm not hiding in there, if that's your brilliant plan.

We're changing vehicles.

Trouble with company cars is they have trackers.

Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.

Get in.

It's not very comfortable, is it?

Are you gonna complain the whole way?

Oh, go on then, eject me. See if I care.

Where are we going?

Back in time.

Somewhere we'll have the advantage.

It's a fine line.

Make the breadcrumb too small and he might miss it.

Too big and Silva will smell a rat.

But do you think even Silva will be able to spot that?

He's the only one who could.

Sir.

Oh.

What are you doing?

We're just... monitoring.

Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.

- Well, sir, um...
- Well, no.

Excellent thinking. Get him isolated.

Send him on the A9. It's the direct route.

You can monitor his progress more accurately

and confirm it with the traffic cameras.

But what if the PM finds out?

Then we're all buggered.

Carry on.

Is this where you grew up?

Mm.

How old were you when they died?

You know the answer to that.

You know the whole story.

Orphans always make the best recruits.

Storm's coming.

Christ.

Mm-hmm.

No wonder you never came back.

James.

James Bond.

Good God.

Are you still alive?

It's nice to see you, too.

M, this is Kincade.

Gamekeeper here since I was a boy.

Pleased to meet you, Emma.

Mr. Kincade.

You're a tad late. They've sold the place,

when they thought you were dead.

It seems they were wrong.

What are you doing here?

Some men are coming to kill us.

But we're gonna kill them first.

Then we'd better get ready.

Do we still have a gun room?

Ah.

They sold the lot to a collector from Idaho or some such place.

They were shipped out weeks ago.

There's just...

your father's old hunting rifle.

We couldn't let that go.

And this is what we've got.

There might be a couple of sticks of dynamite from the quarry.

But if all else fails,

sometimes the old ways are the best.

So who is it we're supposed to be fighting?

No "we" in it, Kincade.

This is not your fight.

Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

Now, remember what I taught you. Don't let it pull to the left.

I'll do my best.

What did you say you did for a living?

Emma!

I brought you some things.

The nights get cold here.

Thank you, Mr. Kincade.

It's a beautiful old house.

She is.

And like all great ladies, she still has her secret ways.

Let me show you this.

Priest's hole?

Yeah, from Reformation times.

The tunnel leads under the moor.

If you get in danger, this is the place to come.

The night I told him his parents had died, he hid in here for two days.

When he did come out...

he wasn't a boy anymore.

Eh. Must get on.

I fucked this up, didn't I?

No.