火星救援 The Martian (2015)【完整台词】

astronauts Beck, Johanssen,
Martinez and Vogel...

were all able to reach
the Mars Ascent Vehicle...

and perform an emergency
launch at 7:28 Central Time.

Unfortunately,
during the evacuation...

astronaut Mark Watney was
struck by debris and killed.

(REPORTERS GASP)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)

Commander Lewis
and the rest of her team...

were able to intercept safely
with the Hermes

and are now heading home.

But Mark Watney is dead.

FEMALE REPORTER:
Director Sanders!

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Oxygen level critical.

Oxygen level critical.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

Oxygen level...

(BEEPING STOPS)

(GROANING)

(YELPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR BEEPING)

(BUZZING)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Pressure stable.

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GROANING)

(STAPLER CLATTERS)

(GROANS)

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

Fuck.

Okay.

Okay-

Hello, this is Mark Watney,
astronaut.

I'm entering this log
for the record...

in case I don't make it.

It is 06:53 on Sol 19...

and I'm alive.

Obviously.

But I'm guessing that's gonna
come as a surprise

to my crewmates and to NASA.

And to the entire world,
really, so...

Surprise.

I did not die on Sol 18.

Best I can figure...

this length of our primary
communications antenna

broke off...

and tore through
my bio-monitor. ..

And ripped a hole
in me as well.

But the antenna
and the blood, really,

managed to seal the breach
in my suit...

which kept me alive,

even though the crew
must have thought I was dead.

I have no way to contact NASA.

And even if I could,
it's gonna be four years...

until a manned mission
can reach me.

And I'm in a Hab designed
to last 31 days.

If the oxygenator breaks,
I'm gonna suffocate.

If the water reclaimer breaks,
I'll die of thirst.

If the Hab breaches,
I'm just gonna, kind of...

implode.

And if by some miracle,
none of that happens...

eventually I'm gonna
run out of food.

So...

Yeah.

Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

I'm not gonna die here.

32...

33...

34...

35, 36.

Sweet and sour chicken.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(FLUSHING)

(WHIRRING)

What do we got?

Solanum tuberosum.

(TYPING)

Right, let's do the math.

Our surface mission here was
supposed to last 31 sols.

For redundancy, they sent
68 sols worth of food.

That's for 6 people.

So for just me,
that's gonna last 300 sols...

which I figure I can stretch
to 400 if I ration.

So I got to figure out
a way to grow

three years' worth
of food here.

On a planet
where nothing grows.

Luckily...

I'm a botanist.

Mars will come to fear
my botany powers.

(STRAINING)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Pressure stable.

Staple came out.

(PANTING)

Fuck you, Mars.

Johanssen, Jesus.

(GAGS)

MEN".
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

Tuesday,
Wednesday, Happy Days

Thursday, Friday, Happy Days

The weekend comes,
my cycle hums

Ready to race to you

WATNEY: The problem is water.

I have created
126 square meters of soil.

But every cubic meter
of soil requires

40 liters of water
to be farmable.

So I gotta make
a lot more water.

Good thing is,
I know the recipe.

You take hydrogen,
you add oxygen, you burn.

Now, I have hundreds of liters

of unused hydrazine
at the MDV.

If I run the hydrazine
over an iridium catalyst,

it'll separate into N2 and H2.

And then if I just direct the
hydrogen into a small area...

and burn it.

Luckily,
in the history of humanity...

nothing bad has ever happened

from lighting hydrogen
on fire.

NASA hates fire.

Because of the whole

"fire makes everybody die
in space" thing.

So, everything
they sent us up here with

is flame-retardant...

with the notable
exception of...

Martinez's personal items.

I am sorry, Martinez.

But if you didn't want me to
go through your stuff...

you shouldn't have left me
for dead on a desolate planet.

By the way, I'm figuring
you're gonna be

fine with this,
given my present situation.

THE FONZ ON TV:
What's everybody doing?

Taking a holiday
from being cool?

Counting on you.

(BLOWING)

(SIZZLING)

Whoo!

(GROANS)

(EARS RINGING)

So, yeah, I blew myself up.

Best guess...

I forgot to account
for the excess oxygen...

that I've been exhaling
when I did my calculations.

Because I'm stupid.

Yeah, I'm gonna
get back to work here...

just as soon as my ears
stop ringing.

Interesting side note,

this is actually how the Jet
Propulsion Lab was founded.

Five guys at Caltech were
trying to make rocket fuel...

and they nearly burned down
their dorm.

And rather than expel them...

they banished them
to a nearby farm,

told them to keep working.

And now we have
a space program.

(GASPS)

Okay.

(SNORING)

Hey, there.

SANDERS: The nation
was blessed

to have Mark serving
in our space program.

While his loss
will be deeply felt...

the men and women of NASA
will soldier forth...

onward and upward in the
mission of their agency.

By doing so,
they honor the legacy

Mark's leaving behind...

and they ensure his sacrifice
will not be in vain.

I have the honor of speaking

not only for the men
and women of NASA...

but for people
all over the world...

VINCENT: I thought you gave
a lovely speech, by the way.

(TURNS OFF TV)

I need you to authorize
my satellite time.