犬之岛 Isle of Dogs (2018)【完整台词】
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(WIND HOWLING)
(BANGS GONG)
(LIGHTS MATCHSTICK)
Ten centuries ago,
before the Age of Obedience,
free dogs roamed at liberty,
marking their territory.
Seeking to extend
its dominion,
the cat-loving
Kobayashi Dynasty declared war
and descended in force
upon the unwary
four-legged beasts.
On the eve
of total canine annihilation,
a child warrior
sympathetic to the plight
of the besieged underdog dogs
betrayed his species,
beheaded the head of the head
of the Kobayashi clan
and pledged his sword
with the following
battle-cry haiku.
I turn my back
On man-kind!
Frost on window-pane.
He would later be known
as the Boy Samurai
of Legend, RIP.
At the end
of the bloody dog wars,
the vanquished mongrels
became powerless house-pets:
tamed, mastered, scorned.
But they survived
and multiplied.
The Kobayashis, however,
never forgave
their conquered foe.
(DRUMMING)
(SHOUTS)
NARRATOR:
The Japanese archipelago,
20 years in the future.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NARRATOR: Canine Saturation
has reached
epidemic proportions.
An outbreak of Snout-fever
rips through
the City of Megasaki.
Blizzards of infected fleas,
worms, ticks and lice
menace the citizenship.
Dog-Flu threatens to cross
the species threshold
and enter
the human disease-pool.
(KOBAYASHI SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NARRATOR: (IN ENGLISH)
In a special midnight-session
at the Municipal Dome,
Mayor Kobayashi
of Uni Prefecture
issues emergency orders
calling for
a hasty quarantine:
the expulsion and containment
of all breeds,
both stray and domesticated.
By official decree,
Trash Island
becomes an exile colony.
BANISH ALL DOGS.
Save Megasaki City of Uni Prefecture!
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
NARRATOR: (IN ENGLISH)
The Isle of Dogs.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(IN ENGLISH) Respect-o.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NELSON: (IN ENGLISH)
It's not fair to the dogs.
The path favored
by Mayor Kobayashi
is cruel and unscientific.
For a thousand years,
these resilient animals
have loved,
served and protected us.
Now, in their time
of greatest need,
we forsake them again?
A tidal-wave
of Anti-Dog hysteria
has crippled
our moral judgment.
Give me six months,
and I will deliver a serum.
I'm this close, dammit.
Dog-Flu will be eradicated.
Snout-fever will be defeated.
Canine Saturation
will be returned
to sustainable levels
and without mass-neutering!
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(IN ENGLISH) Whatever happened
to man's best friend?
(CROWD JEERING)
No, no, no!
The crowd is calling
for the immediate ratification
and approval
of the mayor's proposal.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NELSON: (IN ENGLISH) As a
gesture of public solidarity,
Mayor Kobayashi
is calling upon
his Assistant Hatchet-Man,
Major-Domo,
to furnish
the personal bodyguard-dog
of the mayoral-household,
Spots Kobayashi,
into the possession
of the Committee
for Canine Desaturation.
Spots will be the first dog
to be officially deported
from the city.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RAT SQUEAKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
NARRATOR: Six months later.
(BARKING)
(SQUAWKING)
NARRATOR: Nomadic packs
of once-domesticated
house-pets, sick and hungry,
rove the garbage canyons
and filthy ravines,
scrounging for scraps.
One hundred per cent
test positive
for the Dog-Flu germ.
Symptoms:
weight-loss, dizziness,
narcolepsy, insomnia,
and extreme/aggressive
behavior.
(GROWLING)
Three-quarters display signs
of early-onset Snout-fever:
high-temperature,
low blood-pressure,
acute moodiness
and spasmodic
nasal expiration.
The exiled dog-population
grows weaker, sadder, angrier.
Desperate.
(ALL GROWLING)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
Hey, wait a second.
Before we attack each other
and tear ourselves to shreds
like a pack of maniacs,
let's just open the sack first
and see what's actually in it.
It might not even
be worth the trouble.
What do you say?
I'm not sure.
Maybe.
Alright.
A rancid apple core;
two worm-eaten banana peels;
a moldy rice cake;
a dried-up pickle;
tin of sardine bones;
a pile of broken egg-shells;
an old, smushed-up,
rotten gizzard
with maggots all over it...
Okay, it's worth it.
(ALL BARKING)
(HOWLS)
(ALL PANTING)
Get out of here
and don't come back.
Sheesh, Igor. I think
he chewed your ear off.
IGOR: Hmm... Hmm.
(SNEEZES)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(SPITS)
I don't think I can stomach
any more of this garbage.
Same here.
Words out of my mouth.
I used to sleep
on a lamb's-wool bean-bag
next to
an electric space-heater.
That's my territory.
I'm an indoor dog.
I starred in 22 consecutive
Doggy-Chop commercials.
Look at me now.
I couldn't land an audition.
I was the lead mascot
for an undefeated high-school
baseball team. (SNEEZES)
I lost all my spirit.
I'm depressing.
I only ask
for what I've always had:
a balanced diet,
regular grooming,
and a general physical
once a year.
I think I might give up.
What, right now?
Right now.
There's no future
on Trash Island.
(SNEEZES) You heard the rumor,
right? About Buster.
KING: Not sure.
Can you remind me?
Who's Buster?
Uh, my brother
from another litter.
What happened to him?
Suicided.
Hanged himself
by his own leash.
- Hmm.
- Oh, boy.
I want my master.
CHIEF: (SCOFFING) Ah...
You make me sick.
(VOMITS)
I've seen cats
with more balls than you dogs.
Stop licking your wounds!
You hungry?
Kill something and eat it.
You sick? Take a long nap.
You cold?
Dig a hole in the ground,
crawl into it,
and bury yourself.
But nobody's giving up
around here,
and don't you forget it, ever.
You're Rex!
You're King!
You're Duke!
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(WIND HOWLING)
(BANGS GONG)
(LIGHTS MATCHSTICK)
Ten centuries ago,
before the Age of Obedience,
free dogs roamed at liberty,
marking their territory.
Seeking to extend
its dominion,
the cat-loving
Kobayashi Dynasty declared war
and descended in force
upon the unwary
four-legged beasts.
On the eve
of total canine annihilation,
a child warrior
sympathetic to the plight
of the besieged underdog dogs
betrayed his species,
beheaded the head of the head
of the Kobayashi clan
and pledged his sword
with the following
battle-cry haiku.
I turn my back
On man-kind!
Frost on window-pane.
He would later be known
as the Boy Samurai
of Legend, RIP.
At the end
of the bloody dog wars,
the vanquished mongrels
became powerless house-pets:
tamed, mastered, scorned.
But they survived
and multiplied.
The Kobayashis, however,
never forgave
their conquered foe.
(DRUMMING)
(SHOUTS)
NARRATOR:
The Japanese archipelago,
20 years in the future.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NARRATOR: Canine Saturation
has reached
epidemic proportions.
An outbreak of Snout-fever
rips through
the City of Megasaki.
Blizzards of infected fleas,
worms, ticks and lice
menace the citizenship.
Dog-Flu threatens to cross
the species threshold
and enter
the human disease-pool.
(KOBAYASHI SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NARRATOR: (IN ENGLISH)
In a special midnight-session
at the Municipal Dome,
Mayor Kobayashi
of Uni Prefecture
issues emergency orders
calling for
a hasty quarantine:
the expulsion and containment
of all breeds,
both stray and domesticated.
By official decree,
Trash Island
becomes an exile colony.
BANISH ALL DOGS.
Save Megasaki City of Uni Prefecture!
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
NARRATOR: (IN ENGLISH)
The Isle of Dogs.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(IN ENGLISH) Respect-o.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NELSON: (IN ENGLISH)
It's not fair to the dogs.
The path favored
by Mayor Kobayashi
is cruel and unscientific.
For a thousand years,
these resilient animals
have loved,
served and protected us.
Now, in their time
of greatest need,
we forsake them again?
A tidal-wave
of Anti-Dog hysteria
has crippled
our moral judgment.
Give me six months,
and I will deliver a serum.
I'm this close, dammit.
Dog-Flu will be eradicated.
Snout-fever will be defeated.
Canine Saturation
will be returned
to sustainable levels
and without mass-neutering!
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(IN ENGLISH) Whatever happened
to man's best friend?
(CROWD JEERING)
No, no, no!
The crowd is calling
for the immediate ratification
and approval
of the mayor's proposal.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
NELSON: (IN ENGLISH) As a
gesture of public solidarity,
Mayor Kobayashi
is calling upon
his Assistant Hatchet-Man,
Major-Domo,
to furnish
the personal bodyguard-dog
of the mayoral-household,
Spots Kobayashi,
into the possession
of the Committee
for Canine Desaturation.
Spots will be the first dog
to be officially deported
from the city.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RAT SQUEAKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
NARRATOR: Six months later.
(BARKING)
(SQUAWKING)
NARRATOR: Nomadic packs
of once-domesticated
house-pets, sick and hungry,
rove the garbage canyons
and filthy ravines,
scrounging for scraps.
One hundred per cent
test positive
for the Dog-Flu germ.
Symptoms:
weight-loss, dizziness,
narcolepsy, insomnia,
and extreme/aggressive
behavior.
(GROWLING)
Three-quarters display signs
of early-onset Snout-fever:
high-temperature,
low blood-pressure,
acute moodiness
and spasmodic
nasal expiration.
The exiled dog-population
grows weaker, sadder, angrier.
Desperate.
(ALL GROWLING)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
Hey, wait a second.
Before we attack each other
and tear ourselves to shreds
like a pack of maniacs,
let's just open the sack first
and see what's actually in it.
It might not even
be worth the trouble.
What do you say?
I'm not sure.
Maybe.
Alright.
A rancid apple core;
two worm-eaten banana peels;
a moldy rice cake;
a dried-up pickle;
tin of sardine bones;
a pile of broken egg-shells;
an old, smushed-up,
rotten gizzard
with maggots all over it...
Okay, it's worth it.
(ALL BARKING)
(HOWLS)
(ALL PANTING)
Get out of here
and don't come back.
Sheesh, Igor. I think
he chewed your ear off.
IGOR: Hmm... Hmm.
(SNEEZES)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(SPITS)
I don't think I can stomach
any more of this garbage.
Same here.
Words out of my mouth.
I used to sleep
on a lamb's-wool bean-bag
next to
an electric space-heater.
That's my territory.
I'm an indoor dog.
I starred in 22 consecutive
Doggy-Chop commercials.
Look at me now.
I couldn't land an audition.
I was the lead mascot
for an undefeated high-school
baseball team. (SNEEZES)
I lost all my spirit.
I'm depressing.
I only ask
for what I've always had:
a balanced diet,
regular grooming,
and a general physical
once a year.
I think I might give up.
What, right now?
Right now.
There's no future
on Trash Island.
(SNEEZES) You heard the rumor,
right? About Buster.
KING: Not sure.
Can you remind me?
Who's Buster?
Uh, my brother
from another litter.
What happened to him?
Suicided.
Hanged himself
by his own leash.
- Hmm.
- Oh, boy.
I want my master.
CHIEF: (SCOFFING) Ah...
You make me sick.
(VOMITS)
I've seen cats
with more balls than you dogs.
Stop licking your wounds!
You hungry?
Kill something and eat it.
You sick? Take a long nap.
You cold?
Dig a hole in the ground,
crawl into it,
and bury yourself.
But nobody's giving up
around here,
and don't you forget it, ever.
You're Rex!
You're King!
You're Duke!
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