蚁人 Ant-Man (2015)【完整台词】
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No wonder she's trying to keep you away from Cassie.
The moment things get hard,
you turn right back to crime.
The way I see it, you have a choice.
You can either spend the rest of your life in prison,
or go back to your cell
and await further instructions.
I don't understand.
No, I don't expect you to.
But you don't have many options right now,
and quite frankly, neither do I.
Why do you think
I let you steal that suit in the first place?
What?
Second chances don't come around all that much.
So, next time you think you might see one,
I suggest you take a real close look at it.
You're my bestest friend!
Are you sure you don't want a different toy?
No, I love this one.
Okay. Well, get some sleep. I love you.
Mommy?
Is Daddy a bad man?
I heard some grownups say he's bad.
No.
Daddy just gets confused sometimes, you know?
Smart choice. You actually listened, for once.
Under the door.
Okay, where to now?
- Hang tight. - Oh, God.
What, what?
Where the hell did he go?
I have no idea. He just vanished.
Set up a five-block perimeter. Now!
Get back! Get back! Get back!
- Scott, these are my associates. - What?
Is that a camera on an ant?
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Where's the car?
No car. We've got wings.
Incoming!
Put your foot on the central node and mount the thorax.
Are you Kidding?
- How safe is... - Just get on the damn ant, Scott!
Why am I on a police car?
Shouldn't I not be on a police car?
So they can give you a lift
past their five-block perimeter.
All right. Now, what's the next move?
Hang on tight.
Oh, this is easy! I'm getting the hang of this.
Yank up to go up. It's like a horse.
You're throwing 247 off balance.
Wait, his name is 247?
He doesn't have a name, he has a number, Scott.
Do you have any idea how many ants there are?
Maybe it's... maybe it's 248.
No, no, no, no! Vertigo, vertigo!
No, I think it's 247.
Wait.
Hang on tight!
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
I am controlling 247. He is not listening to you.
What?
- Can I make one little request? - No.
Stop, 247! Time out, time out.
Time out.
All right, hold on.
Just wait!
What happens if I throw up in this helmet?
It's my helmet, Scott. You do not throw up.
Let's set her down, all right?
I'm getting light-headed.
Hang on, Scott.
I'm getting a little...
I need a snooze button.
Hit me in 5 minutes.
Hello.
Who are you?
Have you been standing there,
watching me sleep, this whole time?
Yes.
Why?
Because the last time you were here, you stole something.
Hey, look...
Paraponera clavata.
Giant tropical bullet ants,
ranked highest on the Schmidt pain index.
They're here to keep an eye on you when I can't.
Dr. Pym's waiting for you downstairs.
Who?
Whose pajamas are these?
How am I supposed to do this?
All right, just one step at a time.
You don't bite me, I don't step on you. Deal?
I could take down the servers
and Cross wouldn't even know it.
We don't need this guy.
I assume that you've already met my daughter, Hope.
I did. She's great.
She doesn't think that we need you.
We don't. We can do this ourselves.
I go to all this effort to let you steal my suit,
and then Hope has you arrested.
Okay, we can try this
and when he fails, I'll do it myself.
She's a little bit anxious.
It has to do with this job,
which, judging by the fact that you're sitting opposite me,
I take it that you're interested in.
What job?
Would you like some tea?
Sure.
I was very impressed with
how you managed to get past my security system.
Freezing that metal was particularly clever.
Were you watching me?
Scott, I've been watching you for a while.
Ever since you robbed Vista Corp.
Excuse me.
"Burgled" Vista Corp.
Vista's security system was one of
the most advanced in the business.
It was supposed to be unbeatable.
But you beat it.
Would you like some sugar?
Yeah, thanks.
You know what? I'm okay.
How do you make them do that?
Ants can lift objects 50 times their weight.
They build, farm, they cooperate with each other.
Right. But how do you make them do that?
I use electromagnetic waves
to stimulate their olfactory nerve center.
I speak to them.
I can go anywhere, hear anything,
and see everything.
And still know absolutely nothing.
I'm late to meet Cross.
Dr. Pym?
You don't need to raise your hand, Scott.
Sorry, I just have one question.
Who are you, who is she, what the hell's going on,
and can I go back to jail now?
Come with me.
40 years ago, I created a formula
that altered atomic relative distance.
Huh?
I learned how to change the distance between atoms.
That's what powers the suit.
That's why it works.
But it was dangerous.
It was too dangerous.
So I hid it from the world.
And that's when I switched gears and I started my own company.
Pym Tech.
Yes.
I took on a young protege called Darren Cross.
Darren Cross.
He's a big deal.
But before he was a big deal, he was my assistant.
I thought I saw something in him.
The son I never had, perhaps.
He was brilliant, but as we became close,
he began to suspect that I wasn't telling him everything.
He heard rumors about what was called the Pym Particle,
and he became obsessed with recreating my formula.
But I wouldn't help him.
So he conspired against me
and he voted me out of my own company.
How could he do that?
The board's chairman is my daughter, Hope.
She was the deciding vote.
But she came back to me
when she saw how close Cross was to cracking my formula.
The process is highly volatile.
If one isn't protected by a specialized helmet,
it can affect the brain's chemistry.
I don't think Darren realizes this,
and, you know, he's not the most stable guy to begin with.
The moment things get hard,
you turn right back to crime.
The way I see it, you have a choice.
You can either spend the rest of your life in prison,
or go back to your cell
and await further instructions.
I don't understand.
No, I don't expect you to.
But you don't have many options right now,
and quite frankly, neither do I.
Why do you think
I let you steal that suit in the first place?
What?
Second chances don't come around all that much.
So, next time you think you might see one,
I suggest you take a real close look at it.
You're my bestest friend!
Are you sure you don't want a different toy?
No, I love this one.
Okay. Well, get some sleep. I love you.
Mommy?
Is Daddy a bad man?
I heard some grownups say he's bad.
No.
Daddy just gets confused sometimes, you know?
Smart choice. You actually listened, for once.
Under the door.
Okay, where to now?
- Hang tight. - Oh, God.
What, what?
Where the hell did he go?
I have no idea. He just vanished.
Set up a five-block perimeter. Now!
Get back! Get back! Get back!
- Scott, these are my associates. - What?
Is that a camera on an ant?
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Where's the car?
No car. We've got wings.
Incoming!
Put your foot on the central node and mount the thorax.
Are you Kidding?
- How safe is... - Just get on the damn ant, Scott!
Why am I on a police car?
Shouldn't I not be on a police car?
So they can give you a lift
past their five-block perimeter.
All right. Now, what's the next move?
Hang on tight.
Oh, this is easy! I'm getting the hang of this.
Yank up to go up. It's like a horse.
You're throwing 247 off balance.
Wait, his name is 247?
He doesn't have a name, he has a number, Scott.
Do you have any idea how many ants there are?
Maybe it's... maybe it's 248.
No, no, no, no! Vertigo, vertigo!
No, I think it's 247.
Wait.
Hang on tight!
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
I am controlling 247. He is not listening to you.
What?
- Can I make one little request? - No.
Stop, 247! Time out, time out.
Time out.
All right, hold on.
Just wait!
What happens if I throw up in this helmet?
It's my helmet, Scott. You do not throw up.
Let's set her down, all right?
I'm getting light-headed.
Hang on, Scott.
I'm getting a little...
I need a snooze button.
Hit me in 5 minutes.
Hello.
Who are you?
Have you been standing there,
watching me sleep, this whole time?
Yes.
Why?
Because the last time you were here, you stole something.
Hey, look...
Paraponera clavata.
Giant tropical bullet ants,
ranked highest on the Schmidt pain index.
They're here to keep an eye on you when I can't.
Dr. Pym's waiting for you downstairs.
Who?
Whose pajamas are these?
How am I supposed to do this?
All right, just one step at a time.
You don't bite me, I don't step on you. Deal?
I could take down the servers
and Cross wouldn't even know it.
We don't need this guy.
I assume that you've already met my daughter, Hope.
I did. She's great.
She doesn't think that we need you.
We don't. We can do this ourselves.
I go to all this effort to let you steal my suit,
and then Hope has you arrested.
Okay, we can try this
and when he fails, I'll do it myself.
She's a little bit anxious.
It has to do with this job,
which, judging by the fact that you're sitting opposite me,
I take it that you're interested in.
What job?
Would you like some tea?
Sure.
I was very impressed with
how you managed to get past my security system.
Freezing that metal was particularly clever.
Were you watching me?
Scott, I've been watching you for a while.
Ever since you robbed Vista Corp.
Excuse me.
"Burgled" Vista Corp.
Vista's security system was one of
the most advanced in the business.
It was supposed to be unbeatable.
But you beat it.
Would you like some sugar?
Yeah, thanks.
You know what? I'm okay.
How do you make them do that?
Ants can lift objects 50 times their weight.
They build, farm, they cooperate with each other.
Right. But how do you make them do that?
I use electromagnetic waves
to stimulate their olfactory nerve center.
I speak to them.
I can go anywhere, hear anything,
and see everything.
And still know absolutely nothing.
I'm late to meet Cross.
Dr. Pym?
You don't need to raise your hand, Scott.
Sorry, I just have one question.
Who are you, who is she, what the hell's going on,
and can I go back to jail now?
Come with me.
40 years ago, I created a formula
that altered atomic relative distance.
Huh?
I learned how to change the distance between atoms.
That's what powers the suit.
That's why it works.
But it was dangerous.
It was too dangerous.
So I hid it from the world.
And that's when I switched gears and I started my own company.
Pym Tech.
Yes.
I took on a young protege called Darren Cross.
Darren Cross.
He's a big deal.
But before he was a big deal, he was my assistant.
I thought I saw something in him.
The son I never had, perhaps.
He was brilliant, but as we became close,
he began to suspect that I wasn't telling him everything.
He heard rumors about what was called the Pym Particle,
and he became obsessed with recreating my formula.
But I wouldn't help him.
So he conspired against me
and he voted me out of my own company.
How could he do that?
The board's chairman is my daughter, Hope.
She was the deciding vote.
But she came back to me
when she saw how close Cross was to cracking my formula.
The process is highly volatile.
If one isn't protected by a specialized helmet,
it can affect the brain's chemistry.
I don't think Darren realizes this,
and, you know, he's not the most stable guy to begin with.
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