007之俄罗斯之恋 From Russia with Love (1963)【完整台词】

About three years.

Interesting work?

Yes. Sometimes. You know
how it is, old man.

You look very fit, Nash.

Yes. I try to keep in shape.

So what's our problem, sir?

I can't risk taking this
through the customs

at the Yugoslav-Trieste border.

No stops till then.
We'll have to jump off.

Can you get us across?

Any of the opposition around?

Not in any condition
to worry about.

Good. We'll make it.

I know this territory
like the back of my hand.

Sir, do you mind if we
have a bite to eat first?

I've been on the go
since breakfast.

No, of course not. Leave
your things there.

We'll go to the restaurant car.

Caroline, you go on with Captain
Nash to the restaurant car.

I'll join you there
in a few minutes.

Whatever you say, old man.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

There you are, old man.

I was worried something
had happened to you.

Voilà, Monsieur.

Thank you.

I'll have the grilled sole.

And for madam. What
about you Nash?

Yes, it sounds very nice.

Make that three of
those, will you?

Oui, Monsieur.

I'll have a bottle of
the Blanc Du Blanc.

- Oui, Monsieur.
- Make mine Chianti.

- White Chianti, Monsieur?
- No, the red kind.

Enjoy your dinner, old man.

I think I've got the answer to our
problems. Very simple, really.

Good.

We should reach the
border in about an hour.

I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Somerset.

How clumsy of me.

- Waiter?
- Monsieur?

Waiter.

Excuse me. Merci.

You will find Trieste
quite interesting.

Of course, it's not London.

Cheer-o.

I don't feel very well.

My head.

The lady's come over faint.

- Bring her in here.
- May I?

What is wrong with me?

Let's go next door.

Exhaustion, I'd say.

What was it, that stuff
you put in her drink?

Chloral hydrate. Quick but mild.

And?

Take it easy, 007.

My escape route's only for one.

What are you after? The
girl or the Lektor?

All right.

What is your plan?

Explain it better on a map.

All right?

Now, we're here, you see?

When we reach there,
there's a steep gradient.

The train slows down there.

We'll block the line,
make for that main road,

pick up a car there,

a truck, in fact.

That must be about
20 miles from here.

Keep still.

All right, now get
up on your knees.

Put your hands in your pockets.

Keep them there.

Red wine with fish.

Now, that should have
told me something.

You may know the right wines,

but you're the one on your knees.

How does it feel, old man?

"Old man?"

Is that what you chaps in
SMERSH call each other?

SMERSH?

Of course. SPECTRE.

Then it wasn't a
Russian show at all.

You've been playing us off
against each other, haven't you?

Then it was SPECTRE who killed
the Russian agent in the mosque.

You?

Kerim and the other man?

And Nash?

I don't mind talking.

I get a kick out of watching
the great James Bond

find out what a bloody fool
he's been making of himself.

We're pros, Mr Bond.

We sweated your recognition code

out of one of your men in Tokyo

before he died.

I've been keeping tabs on you.

I've been your guardian angel.

Saved your life at the gypsy camp.

Yes.

I'm much obliged.

We were keeping you alive

until you could get us the Lektor.

So you had me deliver
it on a plate.

That's brilliant.

Go on. I'm fascinated.

Now that we've got it,

you and the girl are expendable.

Between here and Trieste.

The girl?

Isn't she working
for SPECTRE, too?

No.

She thinks she's doing it
all for Mother Russia.

She takes her orders
from Colonel Klebb.

Rosa Klebb's Russian,

Head of operations for SMERSH.

Was.

Klebb works for SPECTRE now.

The girl doesn't know that.

Then why kill her?

Orders.

That's only half of it, old man.

Here's a roll of film.

She'll have this in her handbag.

And on you, they'll
find this letter.

It's from her,

threatening to give
the film to the press

unless you marry her for
helping you get the Lektor.

What film?

Taken in the bridal
suite at your hotel.

Something else the girl
didn't know about.

Or you.

It must be a pretty sick
collection of minds

to dream up a plan like that.

Do you see the headlines?

"British agent murders
beautiful Russian spy,

"then commits suicide."

Tell me,

which lunatic asylum did
they get you out of?

Don't make it tougher on yourself.

My orders are to kill you
and deliver the Lektor.

How I do it is my business.

It'll be slow and painful.

How much are they paying you?

What's it to you?

We'll double it.

Your word of honour?

As an English gentleman?

The first one won't kill you.

Not the second.

Not even the third.

Not till you crawl over here

and you kiss my foot.

How about a cigarette?

Not a chance.

I'll pay for it.

What with?

Fifty gold sovereigns.

Where are they?

Up there, in my case.

You show me.

Here you are.

What about that cigarette?

Throw them down there.

Any more in the other case?

I should imagine so.
It's a standard kit.

I'll have a look.

Put your hands back
in your pockets.

Keep them there.

You won't be needing this,

old man.

Tania.

Wake up.

Wake up, or I'll leave you behind.

Tania, wake up or I'll
leave you behind.

Do you hear me?

Don't leave me. Never leave me.

Tania.

This is Nash's escape
route, do you understand?