火星救援 The Martian (2015)【完整台词】

I colonized Mars.

(ROCK THE BOAT PLAYING)

In your face, Neil Armstrong.

In other news,
there's been a request...

for me to pose
for a photograph

on my next transmission.

I'm trying
to figure out whether

I should go with
"High School Senior"...

or "coquettish ingénue."

But I'm not really sure

how that's gonna look
with my spacesuit on.

(BEEPING)

Hey!

ANNIE: What is he doing?

I asked for a photo, and what,
he's The Fonz?

Just be grateful
we got you something, Annie.

I can't use this, Vincent,
and you know that.

I need a picture of his face.

I could tell him
to take off his helmet...

but then he'd, you know,
die, so...

(ALL LAUGHING)

SANDERS". We'll release
the photo

when we detail
the rescue operation.

I want to announce
we're launching

some supplies to him
next year...

during the Hohmann
Transfer Window.

Bruce, your team's still
on schedule?

It'll be tight,
but we'll make it.

Nine-month travel time.

That puts the probe
to Mars on Sol 868.

Did we get
the botany team's analysis?

Yeah, they estimate Mark's
crops will last till Sol 912.

They grudgingly admit that
he's doing great work.

Grudgingly?

Yeah. Mark has a tendency
to tell them

to have sex with themselves...

whenever they question
one of his decisions.

SANDERS: Get him
in line, Vincent.

We can't afford
any miscommunication.

I hate this margin.

912 Sols worth of food.
We get there on 868.

And that's assuming
nothing goes wrong.

(ALARM BLARING)
(AIR HISSING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: Suit breach detected.

(PANTING)

Oxygen level critical.

Oxygen level, 10%.

Oxygen level, 5%.

Suit pressure, stable.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Pressure stable.

(BLOWING)

God! God, God, God, God!

Crops are dead.

Complete loss of pressure
boiled off most of the water.

Any bacteria that survived,

died in the subzero
temperatures...

when exposed to
Mars' atmosphere.

ANNIE: How long does he have?

(SIGHS) He can still eat
the potatoes he has,

he just can't grow any more...

so give him 200 sols.

Rations get him to what?
Sol 409?

Mmm-hmm.
So with potatoes, 609.

So by Sol 868,
he'll be long dead.

We're gonna have to launch
as soon as possible...

which changes our travel time.

Yeah, we're working on it.

Prelim estimates call
for a 414-day trip.

It's Sol 135 now.

We need 13 days
to mount the boosters,

perform inspections...

which gives
Bruce and his team...

47 days to make this probe.

I'll let you call Bruce,
give him the news.

Okay.

I'm gonna need
a change of clothes.

MARTINEZ; "Dear Mark...

"Apparently NASA's letting us
talk to you now.

"And I drew the short straw.

(CHUCKLES)

"Sorry we left you
behind on Mars.

"But we just don't like you.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

"Also, it's a lot roomier
on the Hermes without you.

"We have to take turns
doing your tasks.

"But, I mean,
it's only botany.

(LAUGHING)

"it's not real science."

Oh, Jesus.

"How's Mars?"

WATNEY: "Dear Martinez,
Mars is fine.

"I accidentally
blew up the Hab...

"but unfortunately,

"all of Commander Lewis'
disco music still survived."

"But unfortunately,

"all of Commander Lewis'
disco music still survived."

WATNEY". "Every day,
I go outside

"and look at
the vast horizons."

MARTINEZ: "Every day,
I go outside

"and look at
the vast horizons."

WATNEY: "Just because I can."

MARTINEZ: "Just because I can.

"Tell the others
I said hello."

"Will do, buddy."

(CHUCKLES SADLY)

(MACHINERY POWERING UP)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Pressure stable.

(WIND HOWLING)

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

5,10...

15, 20, 30, 35...

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

40.

52.

(GROANS LOUDLY)

Rich.

Rich.

Wake up.

Sorry, but they're asking for
the probe courses.

What time is it?

It's 3242.

(SPITS)

(CLATTERS)

Look, I know we're
coming at this backwards...

but we can't commit
to a firm launch date

with this many unknowns.

It's all right. Um...

All 25 models for launch will
take 414 clays to reach Mars.

They vary slightly
in thrust duration...

and the fuel requirement
is nearly identical.

Not a good time
to launch, is it?

Yeah, Earth and Mars are
really badly positioned.

Heck, it'd almost
be easier if you...

Almost easier to what?

I need more coffee.

Ahh!
(THUDS)

MIKE: Are you all right?

It's fine.

Almost easier to what?

You do understand
I'm your boss, right?

Uh-huh.

Okay, let's ask
the $200 million...

I'm sorry 500...

Is that a 5?
At least.

SANDERS: All right, let's ask the
very, very expensive question.

Is the probe going
to be ready on time?

BRUCE: We're behind.
Give me a number.

15 days. 15 days
and I can get it done.

All right, let's
create 15 days.

13 days to mount the probe.

Can we reduce?

It actually only takes three
days to mount the probe.

And we can get that down
to two, right?

I can get it down to two.

10 days are for tests
and inspections.

How often do those inspections
reveal a problem?

Are you suggesting
we don't do the inspections?

Right now I'm asking how often
they reveal a problem.

One in 20.

But that's grounds
for countdown halt.

MITCH: We can't take
that chance.

Anyone else know a safer way
to buy more time?

Dr. Keller, stretch Watney's
rations four more days.

You're not gonna like it,
but that'll get us to 15.

And we'll cancel
the inspections.

Teddy.

Sir, if that ever got out...
It's on me.

You got your two weeks.

Get it done.

WATNEY: So,
now I have to hold out

until the probe gets here
with more food.

You want to see what minimal
calorie count looks like?

Standard issue ration.

But instead of three of
these every one day...

I'm now eating one of these
every three days.