变脸 Face/Off (1997)【完整台词】
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-Have you eaten anything?
-No.
What is this, a picnic?
Let's go! We got 1 0 minutes to go!
-Punch me out.
-You got it.
Any word from the LAPD lntelligence?
lf there is such a thing.
Not yet, sir.
Of course not.
Because we're a covert
antiterrorism team
that is so secret
that when we snap our fingers
nothin' happens!
Sheriff's department, airport police...
Still waiting,
but lnterpol insists he's in Tripoli.
Yeah, well,
you trust that billion-dollar satellite!
l'll trust a $1 0 snitch at this point.
-Sean, look...
-What?
Why don't you give 'em
a little break, okay?
We'll take a break
when the case breaks, okay?
You know, l never really enjoyed
the Messiah.
ln fact, l think it's fucking boring.
But your voice
makes even a hack like Handel
seem like a genius.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Victor, when we...
When we put this thing to bed,
you can brand the Fourth Amendment
on my butt!
Thank you.
Sir, excuse me. Your wife is on line one.
Sean!
A jet was just charted.
Anderson Airfield.
Guess who paid the bill in cash.
Pollux Troy!
-Put one of our people on that plane.
-Wait, we still got no sign of Castor!
Pollux doesn't fly without big brother!
Now, come on!
You're 26 minutes late.
The casing didn't fit, right?
See, l told you goddamn
Dietrich would try to pawn off
some cheap shit North Korean plastic.
Casing fit like a condom.
You didn't deviate from the plan,
did you, Pollux?
How long you want me to sit here
twiddling my thumbs?
l paid for the jet... Save us some time.
That's what the boys are for,
to hide our famous faces.
lf l didn't love you so damn much,
l'd have to kill you, Bro.
l hate it when you call me, "Bro."
You guys are paid to protect him
from everybody, including himself.
And stay away from downtown
on the 1 8th, it's gonna be a little
smoggy.
Okay, my passengers are here.
l gotta go.
Let's go. Let's go. l'm bored. Let's go.
-Here you go.
-Bravo.
Would you like anything else
once we're airborne?
Oh, a peach.
Sit. Come here.
You know, l can eat a peach for hours.
Come here.
lf l were to send you flowers,
where would l...
No, wait. Let me rephrase.
lf l were to let you suck my tongue,
would you be grateful?
There's someone on the runway.
Get off of me!
Archer!
FBl!
This is a very big gun.
Fly the fucking plane.
Come on. That's it.
Come on, let's go!
Damn it! Don't play chicken
with a goddamn jet!
Come on!
He's got Winters! God damn it!
Damn it, Sean!
All units, pin 'em in!
Close in on 'em!
One of yours, Sean?
Shit!
Out! Come on! Let's go! Go!
God damn it, Sean!
Take off now!
-Fly!
-l can't!
Fly, bitch!
All units, locked and ready!
Follow Archer's lead!
What the fuck are you doing?
There's an engine out. We gotta stop.
Move it, move it, move it!
Pollux!
Cas!
Secure the hangar!
Berkley, down!
Down!
Give up, Castor! Your time's up!
Well, you better hit me, Sean,
'cause you only got one bullet left.
So do you.
Wow!
We've got somethin' in common!
We both know our guns.
What we don't have in common
is that l don't care if l live, and you do.
Sean, that hurts.
You're not havin' any fun,
are you, Sean?
Why don't you come with us?
Try terrorism for hire.
We'll blow some shit up. lt's more fun!
-Shut the fuck up.
-You watch your fucking mouth!
l'm about to unleash
the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves.
But l'll give this shithole a break
if my brother and l walk.
-Bullshit.
-Oh, no, l see, you think l'm bluffing.
Maybe l am. But then, maybe l'm not.
More importantly, what would you do
with me locked up?
You'd drive your wife and kid crazy.
Say, how is your daughter anyway?
ls she ripening by now?
Your darling Janie,
your little peach, is she ripe?
l'm ready!
Okay.
Please, man, don't shoot me.
l'm scared, Seany.
Well, l think you better pull the trigger.
Because l don't give a fuck.
I'm ready
Ready for the big ride, baby
Well, Sean,
looks like Elvis done left the building.
lt wasn't my fault!
Why won't you ever be on my side?
l am always on your side,
but you have to give me a chance.
Now what?
She was suspended again.
Some kid made a crack
about her clothes.
She started a fight.
That's right, Dad.
Don't even ask me what happened.
Okay, what happened?
l see.
Not like you would believe me anyway.
Jamie, look, it's not easy, okay.
l mean...
You change the way you look
every week.
And the way you act...
Who are you supposed to be now?
l'm supposed to be me.
Not like you have a clue
who l am anyway!
l have to work tonight.
l called to tell you,
but l was on hold for 1 0 minutes,
and l couldn't wait any longer.
l got him, Eve.
lt's over.
Oh, Sean!
l'll make it up to you and Jamie,
l promise.
l'll put in for a desk job,
l'll do counseling,
sit down, talk about Mike, l'll do it.
Anything you want.
l just want you.
Well, good,
'cause that's what you're gonna get.
You happy?
Yes. Yeah!
Oh, thank God!
Hold on.
What is all this?
Sir, the ClA sent this over.
l didn't know they catered. Send it back.
No, wait.
How about...
What about to Anderson,
Montgomery, Berkley,
Pincus, Gianelli,
Winters.
How's Loomis?
He's gonna need a little surgery, but...
He'll be okay.
-What's up?
-Special Ops. They want a word.
Forget it. l don't have the time.
Better make time, Sean.
Recovered from the jet wreckage.
Found in Pollux Troy's briefcase.
Porcelain casing,
thermal cloak,
nerve gas and biological payload.
lt's enough to flatten a square mile,
and then,
depending on the prevailing winds,
the fallout will be a tad worse
than Gulf War Syndrome.
A biblical... A biblical plague that L.A...
Where is he? Where is Pollux Troy?
Why draw the schematic
if you're not gonna build the bomb?
Is it a crime in this country
to exercise the mind?
l'm interested in...
l won't say another word
until l see my brother.
Any progress?
l need about 1 0 minutes alone
with this guy.
Give it a rest. You got Castor.
Just go home.
Look, we're not gonna evacuate the city
on your hunch!
l know Castor too well
for this to be a hunch!
-No.
What is this, a picnic?
Let's go! We got 1 0 minutes to go!
-Punch me out.
-You got it.
Any word from the LAPD lntelligence?
lf there is such a thing.
Not yet, sir.
Of course not.
Because we're a covert
antiterrorism team
that is so secret
that when we snap our fingers
nothin' happens!
Sheriff's department, airport police...
Still waiting,
but lnterpol insists he's in Tripoli.
Yeah, well,
you trust that billion-dollar satellite!
l'll trust a $1 0 snitch at this point.
-Sean, look...
-What?
Why don't you give 'em
a little break, okay?
We'll take a break
when the case breaks, okay?
You know, l never really enjoyed
the Messiah.
ln fact, l think it's fucking boring.
But your voice
makes even a hack like Handel
seem like a genius.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Victor, when we...
When we put this thing to bed,
you can brand the Fourth Amendment
on my butt!
Thank you.
Sir, excuse me. Your wife is on line one.
Sean!
A jet was just charted.
Anderson Airfield.
Guess who paid the bill in cash.
Pollux Troy!
-Put one of our people on that plane.
-Wait, we still got no sign of Castor!
Pollux doesn't fly without big brother!
Now, come on!
You're 26 minutes late.
The casing didn't fit, right?
See, l told you goddamn
Dietrich would try to pawn off
some cheap shit North Korean plastic.
Casing fit like a condom.
You didn't deviate from the plan,
did you, Pollux?
How long you want me to sit here
twiddling my thumbs?
l paid for the jet... Save us some time.
That's what the boys are for,
to hide our famous faces.
lf l didn't love you so damn much,
l'd have to kill you, Bro.
l hate it when you call me, "Bro."
You guys are paid to protect him
from everybody, including himself.
And stay away from downtown
on the 1 8th, it's gonna be a little
smoggy.
Okay, my passengers are here.
l gotta go.
Let's go. Let's go. l'm bored. Let's go.
-Here you go.
-Bravo.
Would you like anything else
once we're airborne?
Oh, a peach.
Sit. Come here.
You know, l can eat a peach for hours.
Come here.
lf l were to send you flowers,
where would l...
No, wait. Let me rephrase.
lf l were to let you suck my tongue,
would you be grateful?
There's someone on the runway.
Get off of me!
Archer!
FBl!
This is a very big gun.
Fly the fucking plane.
Come on. That's it.
Come on, let's go!
Damn it! Don't play chicken
with a goddamn jet!
Come on!
He's got Winters! God damn it!
Damn it, Sean!
All units, pin 'em in!
Close in on 'em!
One of yours, Sean?
Shit!
Out! Come on! Let's go! Go!
God damn it, Sean!
Take off now!
-Fly!
-l can't!
Fly, bitch!
All units, locked and ready!
Follow Archer's lead!
What the fuck are you doing?
There's an engine out. We gotta stop.
Move it, move it, move it!
Pollux!
Cas!
Secure the hangar!
Berkley, down!
Down!
Give up, Castor! Your time's up!
Well, you better hit me, Sean,
'cause you only got one bullet left.
So do you.
Wow!
We've got somethin' in common!
We both know our guns.
What we don't have in common
is that l don't care if l live, and you do.
Sean, that hurts.
You're not havin' any fun,
are you, Sean?
Why don't you come with us?
Try terrorism for hire.
We'll blow some shit up. lt's more fun!
-Shut the fuck up.
-You watch your fucking mouth!
l'm about to unleash
the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves.
But l'll give this shithole a break
if my brother and l walk.
-Bullshit.
-Oh, no, l see, you think l'm bluffing.
Maybe l am. But then, maybe l'm not.
More importantly, what would you do
with me locked up?
You'd drive your wife and kid crazy.
Say, how is your daughter anyway?
ls she ripening by now?
Your darling Janie,
your little peach, is she ripe?
l'm ready!
Okay.
Please, man, don't shoot me.
l'm scared, Seany.
Well, l think you better pull the trigger.
Because l don't give a fuck.
I'm ready
Ready for the big ride, baby
Well, Sean,
looks like Elvis done left the building.
lt wasn't my fault!
Why won't you ever be on my side?
l am always on your side,
but you have to give me a chance.
Now what?
She was suspended again.
Some kid made a crack
about her clothes.
She started a fight.
That's right, Dad.
Don't even ask me what happened.
Okay, what happened?
l see.
Not like you would believe me anyway.
Jamie, look, it's not easy, okay.
l mean...
You change the way you look
every week.
And the way you act...
Who are you supposed to be now?
l'm supposed to be me.
Not like you have a clue
who l am anyway!
l have to work tonight.
l called to tell you,
but l was on hold for 1 0 minutes,
and l couldn't wait any longer.
l got him, Eve.
lt's over.
Oh, Sean!
l'll make it up to you and Jamie,
l promise.
l'll put in for a desk job,
l'll do counseling,
sit down, talk about Mike, l'll do it.
Anything you want.
l just want you.
Well, good,
'cause that's what you're gonna get.
You happy?
Yes. Yeah!
Oh, thank God!
Hold on.
What is all this?
Sir, the ClA sent this over.
l didn't know they catered. Send it back.
No, wait.
How about...
What about to Anderson,
Montgomery, Berkley,
Pincus, Gianelli,
Winters.
How's Loomis?
He's gonna need a little surgery, but...
He'll be okay.
-What's up?
-Special Ops. They want a word.
Forget it. l don't have the time.
Better make time, Sean.
Recovered from the jet wreckage.
Found in Pollux Troy's briefcase.
Porcelain casing,
thermal cloak,
nerve gas and biological payload.
lt's enough to flatten a square mile,
and then,
depending on the prevailing winds,
the fallout will be a tad worse
than Gulf War Syndrome.
A biblical... A biblical plague that L.A...
Where is he? Where is Pollux Troy?
Why draw the schematic
if you're not gonna build the bomb?
Is it a crime in this country
to exercise the mind?
l'm interested in...
l won't say another word
until l see my brother.
Any progress?
l need about 1 0 minutes alone
with this guy.
Give it a rest. You got Castor.
Just go home.
Look, we're not gonna evacuate the city
on your hunch!
l know Castor too well
for this to be a hunch!
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