007之明日帝国 Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)【完整台词】
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Hmm?
Ah. It's time to begin the festivities.
Excuse me. Darling?
- So, how do you really know him?
- I told you. He's a banker. I met him in Zurich.
You're a terrible liar, dear.
I... have a problem with a banker.
Could I see you a moment?
Ladies and gentlemen,
meine Damen und Herren,
Mr. Carver's broadcast will be starting
in ten minutes in the main studio.
Exactly what kind of banking
do you specialize in, Mr. Bond?
Hostile takeovers. Shall we?
Carver must feel at home
in a room like this.
It's nice to talk to the world.
Looks like there's someone
who wants to talk to you.
Mr. Bond, you have an urgent phone call.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are live in five, four, three, two...
Good evening. Tonight's broadcast
was supposed to be a celebration
marking the completion of
the Carver Global Satellite Network.
But, as you're well aware, terrible conflict
looms tonight in the South China Sea,
which, unchecked, has the potential
to destroy every human being on Earth.
I want to assure my viewers
that I, Elliot Carver ..
This way, please.
.. have spoken with the Prime Minister
in London and the Chairman in Beijing
and have offered my services
as an impartial ..
It's a soundproof room, Mr. Bond.
Nobody hears you scream.
Herr Stamper, we have made contact.
Make him uncomfortable.
I'll be there in a few moments.
...with its printing presses
that run 24 hours a day
and its satellite facilities
linking every last...
You seem very concerned
about Mr. Carver's business.
He wants to know why.
Why did I do it, you ask?
The answer is simple: power.
The power to illuminate the far corners
of the globe, not for higher profits,
but for higher understanding
between the people of this great planet.
Put him in the chair.
Maybe we play a number on his head.
And what do I expect in return?
Worldwide domination.
Complete, utter, total
worldwide domination.
But not over governments
or religion or ideology.
Over tyranny and isolation and ignorance.
(SPEECH CONTINUES)
Herr Stamper... Herr Stamper...
Herr Stamper!
...tonight I offer you
my declaration of principles,
a promise to the men
and women of this planet,
my brothers and sisters,
whom I so humbly serve
I promise to report the news
without fear or favor.
I promise to be a force
for good in this world.
Fighting injustice, crushing intolerance,
battling inhumanity...
-...striking a blow for freedom at every turn
- It's time for...
A station break.
That is the goal
of the Carver Media Group Network.
- What's happening?
- We've lost power. We're off the air.
Meine Damen und Herren,
bleiben Sie ruhig.
Es gibt eine kleine Stdrung.
Wir machen gleich wetter.
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm.
There's no need to go for the exit.
We will go on in a few minutes' time.
What do you mean, you don't know?
You're fired! Get out of my sight!
(SIGHS)
And, in a rather embarrassing note,
scrappy media mogul Elliot Carver
was cut off the air tonight in mid-speech
during the inaugural broadcast
of his worldwide satellite network.
Sony, Elliot, but... we didn't do it.
Glorious evening, wasn't it?
Come on, Elliot. Ignore those people.
Sometimes these things happen.
Not to me. Not to me!
When I was 16, I went to work
for a newspaper in Hong Kong.
It was a rag, but the editor
taught me one important lesson.
The key to a great story
is not who or what or when,
but why.
Your friend, Mr. Bond
made a mess tonight.
- I want to know why.
- I told you, I barely know him.
Barely?
(DOOR OPENS)
I was curious who Carver would send.
He's onto you.
Well, we know where you stand.
You made your bed.
I'm standing in your doorway.
Then turn around and go home.
You can tell him
you didn't get anything out of me.
That's it? Go home?
I didn't ask you to get involved in this.
It's too late for that.
Why did you marry him?
He told me he loved me.
That always sounds good.
Do you know I used to look in the papers
every day for your obituary?
I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.
What was it, James?
Did I get too close?
Did I get too close for comfort?
Yes.
PARIS: I missed you.
- What did you find?
- I hacked into the mainframe at the bank.
They're using an SSL2 encryption, 128...
Spare me the techno-babble, please.
Bond's got a perfect employment record.
He's crossed every T, he's dotted every I.
- Which means?
- Government agent.
I call it "Gupta's Law
of Creative Anomalies".
If it sounds too good
to be true, it always is.
Do you think my wife knows?
There's a lot of garbage,
but if you dial down the ambient noise...
PARIS: Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
Play it again.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
I think we should set an appointment
for my wife with the doctor.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
- I have to go.
- No, you don't.
I can get you out of
the country in four hours.
I have no choice. No one can
protect me from him. Not even you.
- You do have a choice.
- Only if you let him go.
I can't do that.
He has a secret lab on the top floor even I'm not supposed
to know about. There's an emergency hatch in the roof.
- Paris, you don't have to do this.
- It's the easiest way to get in.
Don't argue with me, James.
You know...
This job of yours...
It's murder on relationships.
(WHIRRING)
GUPTA: Until I get back next week,
I want two guards outside this office
24 hours a day.
-(KNOCKING)
- Nobody gets in. Got it?
I get it.
What do we do with the satellite?
Send this thing off to the launch site.
And be careful. It's worth $300 million.
You break it, you bought it. Understand?
I hate traveling.
(BEEPS)
(ALARM GOES OFF)
- Looking for a news story?
-(MEN SHOUT)
(ALARM)
(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)
Argh!
(ALARM SIREN)
They'll print anything these days.
(BELL RINGING)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yes?
Good morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver.
I believe you've got
two items that belong to me.
What are you talking about?
The red box, Mr. Bond.
And my wife, in your hotel room.
He's coming.
WOMAN: Fingerprint ID accepted.
Please select security-system level.
Tell me if you find the encoder.
Call me immediately.
Ja.
(NEWS on TV)
And in breaking news: it is with great
sadness that we announce the death
of Paris Carver, who has
become an international figure
since she became the wife of
Elliot Carver, chairman of this network.
According to police officials
in Hamburg, Germany,
Mrs. Carver was found dead this morning
in a hotel suite in that city
in unusual circumstances.
- Police refused to elaborate.
-(BOND GROANS)
- A coroner has been called for.
- Paris.
...to deliver his full report
within the next three days.
Her body was discovered along with
the body of an unidentified man,
who appeared to be the victim
of a self-inflicted gun wound...
(CLICK)
I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond.
Stand up, slowly.
Drop your gun und kick it toward me, ja?
Good. Now, lie down on the bed
next to Mrs. Carver.
This story will be on the news in an hour.
- Tomorrow's news today.
- Just so.
Ow!
My name is Dr Kaufman.
I am an outstanding pistol marksman.
Take my word for it, ja?
Get the sledgehammers.
She struggled terribly, Mr. Bond.
It's a pity you got her involved in all this.
It won't look like a suicide
if you shoot me from there.
I am a professor of forensic medicine.
Believe me, I could shoot you from
Stuttgart und still create the proper effect.
Herr Stamper.
My art is in great demand, Mr. Bond.
I go all over the world.
I am especially good
at the celebrity overdose.
But now I am afraid, Mr. Bond,
that our little...
Ah. It's time to begin the festivities.
Excuse me. Darling?
- So, how do you really know him?
- I told you. He's a banker. I met him in Zurich.
You're a terrible liar, dear.
I... have a problem with a banker.
Could I see you a moment?
Ladies and gentlemen,
meine Damen und Herren,
Mr. Carver's broadcast will be starting
in ten minutes in the main studio.
Exactly what kind of banking
do you specialize in, Mr. Bond?
Hostile takeovers. Shall we?
Carver must feel at home
in a room like this.
It's nice to talk to the world.
Looks like there's someone
who wants to talk to you.
Mr. Bond, you have an urgent phone call.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are live in five, four, three, two...
Good evening. Tonight's broadcast
was supposed to be a celebration
marking the completion of
the Carver Global Satellite Network.
But, as you're well aware, terrible conflict
looms tonight in the South China Sea,
which, unchecked, has the potential
to destroy every human being on Earth.
I want to assure my viewers
that I, Elliot Carver ..
This way, please.
.. have spoken with the Prime Minister
in London and the Chairman in Beijing
and have offered my services
as an impartial ..
It's a soundproof room, Mr. Bond.
Nobody hears you scream.
Herr Stamper, we have made contact.
Make him uncomfortable.
I'll be there in a few moments.
...with its printing presses
that run 24 hours a day
and its satellite facilities
linking every last...
You seem very concerned
about Mr. Carver's business.
He wants to know why.
Why did I do it, you ask?
The answer is simple: power.
The power to illuminate the far corners
of the globe, not for higher profits,
but for higher understanding
between the people of this great planet.
Put him in the chair.
Maybe we play a number on his head.
And what do I expect in return?
Worldwide domination.
Complete, utter, total
worldwide domination.
But not over governments
or religion or ideology.
Over tyranny and isolation and ignorance.
(SPEECH CONTINUES)
Herr Stamper... Herr Stamper...
Herr Stamper!
...tonight I offer you
my declaration of principles,
a promise to the men
and women of this planet,
my brothers and sisters,
whom I so humbly serve
I promise to report the news
without fear or favor.
I promise to be a force
for good in this world.
Fighting injustice, crushing intolerance,
battling inhumanity...
-...striking a blow for freedom at every turn
- It's time for...
A station break.
That is the goal
of the Carver Media Group Network.
- What's happening?
- We've lost power. We're off the air.
Meine Damen und Herren,
bleiben Sie ruhig.
Es gibt eine kleine Stdrung.
Wir machen gleich wetter.
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm.
There's no need to go for the exit.
We will go on in a few minutes' time.
What do you mean, you don't know?
You're fired! Get out of my sight!
(SIGHS)
And, in a rather embarrassing note,
scrappy media mogul Elliot Carver
was cut off the air tonight in mid-speech
during the inaugural broadcast
of his worldwide satellite network.
Sony, Elliot, but... we didn't do it.
Glorious evening, wasn't it?
Come on, Elliot. Ignore those people.
Sometimes these things happen.
Not to me. Not to me!
When I was 16, I went to work
for a newspaper in Hong Kong.
It was a rag, but the editor
taught me one important lesson.
The key to a great story
is not who or what or when,
but why.
Your friend, Mr. Bond
made a mess tonight.
- I want to know why.
- I told you, I barely know him.
Barely?
(DOOR OPENS)
I was curious who Carver would send.
He's onto you.
Well, we know where you stand.
You made your bed.
I'm standing in your doorway.
Then turn around and go home.
You can tell him
you didn't get anything out of me.
That's it? Go home?
I didn't ask you to get involved in this.
It's too late for that.
Why did you marry him?
He told me he loved me.
That always sounds good.
Do you know I used to look in the papers
every day for your obituary?
I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.
What was it, James?
Did I get too close?
Did I get too close for comfort?
Yes.
PARIS: I missed you.
- What did you find?
- I hacked into the mainframe at the bank.
They're using an SSL2 encryption, 128...
Spare me the techno-babble, please.
Bond's got a perfect employment record.
He's crossed every T, he's dotted every I.
- Which means?
- Government agent.
I call it "Gupta's Law
of Creative Anomalies".
If it sounds too good
to be true, it always is.
Do you think my wife knows?
There's a lot of garbage,
but if you dial down the ambient noise...
PARIS: Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
Play it again.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
I think we should set an appointment
for my wife with the doctor.
Tell me, James, do you still sleep
with a gun under your pillow?
- I have to go.
- No, you don't.
I can get you out of
the country in four hours.
I have no choice. No one can
protect me from him. Not even you.
- You do have a choice.
- Only if you let him go.
I can't do that.
He has a secret lab on the top floor even I'm not supposed
to know about. There's an emergency hatch in the roof.
- Paris, you don't have to do this.
- It's the easiest way to get in.
Don't argue with me, James.
You know...
This job of yours...
It's murder on relationships.
(WHIRRING)
GUPTA: Until I get back next week,
I want two guards outside this office
24 hours a day.
-(KNOCKING)
- Nobody gets in. Got it?
I get it.
What do we do with the satellite?
Send this thing off to the launch site.
And be careful. It's worth $300 million.
You break it, you bought it. Understand?
I hate traveling.
(BEEPS)
(ALARM GOES OFF)
- Looking for a news story?
-(MEN SHOUT)
(ALARM)
(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)
Argh!
(ALARM SIREN)
They'll print anything these days.
(BELL RINGING)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yes?
Good morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver.
I believe you've got
two items that belong to me.
What are you talking about?
The red box, Mr. Bond.
And my wife, in your hotel room.
He's coming.
WOMAN: Fingerprint ID accepted.
Please select security-system level.
Tell me if you find the encoder.
Call me immediately.
Ja.
(NEWS on TV)
And in breaking news: it is with great
sadness that we announce the death
of Paris Carver, who has
become an international figure
since she became the wife of
Elliot Carver, chairman of this network.
According to police officials
in Hamburg, Germany,
Mrs. Carver was found dead this morning
in a hotel suite in that city
in unusual circumstances.
- Police refused to elaborate.
-(BOND GROANS)
- A coroner has been called for.
- Paris.
...to deliver his full report
within the next three days.
Her body was discovered along with
the body of an unidentified man,
who appeared to be the victim
of a self-inflicted gun wound...
(CLICK)
I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond.
Stand up, slowly.
Drop your gun und kick it toward me, ja?
Good. Now, lie down on the bed
next to Mrs. Carver.
This story will be on the news in an hour.
- Tomorrow's news today.
- Just so.
Ow!
My name is Dr Kaufman.
I am an outstanding pistol marksman.
Take my word for it, ja?
Get the sledgehammers.
She struggled terribly, Mr. Bond.
It's a pity you got her involved in all this.
It won't look like a suicide
if you shoot me from there.
I am a professor of forensic medicine.
Believe me, I could shoot you from
Stuttgart und still create the proper effect.
Herr Stamper.
My art is in great demand, Mr. Bond.
I go all over the world.
I am especially good
at the celebrity overdose.
But now I am afraid, Mr. Bond,
that our little...
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