燃情岁月 Legends of the Fall (1994)【完整台词】
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Some people hear their own inner voices...
with great clearness...
and they live by what they hear.
Such people become crazy...
or they become legends.
Tristan Ludlow was born
in the Moon of the Falling Leaves.
It was a terrible winter.
His mother almost died
bringing him into this world.
His father, the Colonel,
brought him to me.
I wrapped him in a bear skin
and held him all that night.
As he grew into a man...
I taught him the great joy of the kill...
when the hunter cuts out its warm heart
and hold sit in his hands...
setting its spirit free.
Colonel Ludlow had three sons...
but Tristan was his favorite.
I had had sons too.
But they were gone now...
forever.
It was a very bad time.
The Colonel had tried to help the People...
but it was no use.
So he decided to go his own way.
He wanted to lose the madness
over the mountains, he said...
and begin again.
"Lose the madness", he said.
And so we lived for many years...
and the boys grew strong.
Alfred was the older brother...
old even for his years.
Samuel was the youngest.
There was nothing these brothers
would not do for him.
They watched over him like a treasure.
One year--
I am an old man
and cannot remember the year.
But it was the Moon of the Red Grass...
when Isabel Ludlow, their mother...
went away for the winter.
She said the winters
were too cruel for her.
She said she was afraid of the bears.
She was a strange woman anyway.
That spring, though,
she did not return.
And, after that,
she did not come much to see us.
Alfred wrote her many letters...
but Tristan refused to speak of her.
His world was here with me.
Every warrior hopes a good death
will find him...
but Tristan couldn't wait.
He went looking for his.
Tristan!
Here.
- Was it a bear?
- Yes, sir.
- Can you breathe?
- Yes.
Move your hand.
Take it away.
You're a stupid, half-brained jackass.
- Yes, sir.
- One Stab put you up to this?
You deserve to be dead.
God knows how you've lived so long.
It'll be all right, son.
I have these letters...
many letters.
Read them.
They are from all of them.
Ludlow...
Isabel...
Samuel...
the whole family...
the whole story.
It is all written here.
April 13, 1913.
Dear Isabel:
I am not fool enough to try to reorder
a life already lived...
but I fear I have not done well
raising our sons alone in this wild place.
What did I know of children?
I was trained to lead men.
This is infinitely harder.
Dear William:
You take too much responsibility
on yourself, as always.
Our sons are finding their own paths.
They are willful, certainly,
but then...
who are you and I
to complain of willfulness?
As for Samuel, I have big news.
At a Harvard tea for Amy Lowell...
he met and instantly loved
Miss Susannah Finncannon.
I know it will surprise you greatly...
but they are engaged.
He will bring her to Montana this summer
to meet his brothers...
and you.
So, William, please behave yourself...
and be as charming as only you can be.
There he is.
- How the hell are you?
- Good. And you?
- Samuel. Good to see you, boy.
- Father, how are you?
- Good to see you.
- Hello.
This is my fiancee, Susannah.
- Hello.
- Miss Finncannon.
- Nice to meet you.
- It's an honor.
- This is Alfred.
- How do you do?
- Here's your dog, miss.
- Thank you.
- It's a horse.
- That's a strange-looking animal.
This is Finn.
He's a champion.
You like exotic-looking dogs then,
Miss Finncannon?
Very much, Mr. Ludlow.
- Please call me Susannah.
- All right.
- He's just plain old Alfred.
- Shut up.
- Where's Tristan?
- He's off somewhere. You know him.
He'll welcome you home tonight
or I'll know the reason why.
Miss Finncannon, please.
Did you have a good journey?
She is such a lovely creature.
But I fear the loss of her parents...
has given her a certain fragility.
I think she feels very alone in the world.
But she has found a new family now,
hasn't she?
The German military is ready
to use chaos in Croatia...
to justify actions that could plunge
the entire civilized world into--
The word "civilized" has no place
in discussing the affairs of this world.
Mother told us of your sympathy
for the social reformers.
You make it sound like a disease.
No, I'm in agreement.
You mother told me all about One Stab.
She says he was a great warrior.
Yes.
He has a bag of scalps to prove it.
But don't worry.
He's devoted to Father now.
Rather, they're devoted to each other.
Can he speak English?
Stab, speak English?
He wouldn't lower himself to speak English.
But watch out because
he understands it perfectly well.
There's Tristan.
- Don't they feed you?
- Not much.
- You smell.
- Miss me, did you?
- Still hung over?
- Still drunk.
Isn't she amazing?
So this is Tristan.
And does he speak English?
For God's sake.
Miss Finncannon,
it's a pleasure to meet you.
I hope you and Ugly here...
find every happiness together.
Don't mind my brother.
Your dog has more breeding than he has.
This is Mother's room.
It's lovely.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Pet.
- And you, miss.
Thank you.
- Which one?
- It's this one.
Angelica Susannah.
Hello.
You must be Isabel Two.
I've already met your mother and father.
- How old are you?
- Thirteen.
When I was 13, I was sent away...
to boarding school.
I hated it.
May I help you?
You're marrying Samuel.
That's right, I am.
I'm marrying Tristan.
We'll be sisters.
I see you two have met.
Isabel Two is letting me help.
Would you like a rest?
You must be exhausted.
No, not at all.
This is so refreshing...
all this grandeur, this unexpected...
gift from God.
It doesn't seem like much of a gift
in a hard winter, I assure you.
Where's Samuel?
Inside. I could tell your father
wanted him all to himself.
- You're very generous.
- No, just happy.
Stop mooning over her and come in here.
Samuel wants to know
about the calves from Cheyenne.
Get in here.
Please excuse my father.
It makes him feel young and powerful
to treat us like we're idiot children.
For all His countless blessings,
may God's holy name be praised. Amen.
Tell Father what you were
saying about Vienna.
- What's that?
- It's the Kaiser.
with great clearness...
and they live by what they hear.
Such people become crazy...
or they become legends.
Tristan Ludlow was born
in the Moon of the Falling Leaves.
It was a terrible winter.
His mother almost died
bringing him into this world.
His father, the Colonel,
brought him to me.
I wrapped him in a bear skin
and held him all that night.
As he grew into a man...
I taught him the great joy of the kill...
when the hunter cuts out its warm heart
and hold sit in his hands...
setting its spirit free.
Colonel Ludlow had three sons...
but Tristan was his favorite.
I had had sons too.
But they were gone now...
forever.
It was a very bad time.
The Colonel had tried to help the People...
but it was no use.
So he decided to go his own way.
He wanted to lose the madness
over the mountains, he said...
and begin again.
"Lose the madness", he said.
And so we lived for many years...
and the boys grew strong.
Alfred was the older brother...
old even for his years.
Samuel was the youngest.
There was nothing these brothers
would not do for him.
They watched over him like a treasure.
One year--
I am an old man
and cannot remember the year.
But it was the Moon of the Red Grass...
when Isabel Ludlow, their mother...
went away for the winter.
She said the winters
were too cruel for her.
She said she was afraid of the bears.
She was a strange woman anyway.
That spring, though,
she did not return.
And, after that,
she did not come much to see us.
Alfred wrote her many letters...
but Tristan refused to speak of her.
His world was here with me.
Every warrior hopes a good death
will find him...
but Tristan couldn't wait.
He went looking for his.
Tristan!
Here.
- Was it a bear?
- Yes, sir.
- Can you breathe?
- Yes.
Move your hand.
Take it away.
You're a stupid, half-brained jackass.
- Yes, sir.
- One Stab put you up to this?
You deserve to be dead.
God knows how you've lived so long.
It'll be all right, son.
I have these letters...
many letters.
Read them.
They are from all of them.
Ludlow...
Isabel...
Samuel...
the whole family...
the whole story.
It is all written here.
April 13, 1913.
Dear Isabel:
I am not fool enough to try to reorder
a life already lived...
but I fear I have not done well
raising our sons alone in this wild place.
What did I know of children?
I was trained to lead men.
This is infinitely harder.
Dear William:
You take too much responsibility
on yourself, as always.
Our sons are finding their own paths.
They are willful, certainly,
but then...
who are you and I
to complain of willfulness?
As for Samuel, I have big news.
At a Harvard tea for Amy Lowell...
he met and instantly loved
Miss Susannah Finncannon.
I know it will surprise you greatly...
but they are engaged.
He will bring her to Montana this summer
to meet his brothers...
and you.
So, William, please behave yourself...
and be as charming as only you can be.
There he is.
- How the hell are you?
- Good. And you?
- Samuel. Good to see you, boy.
- Father, how are you?
- Good to see you.
- Hello.
This is my fiancee, Susannah.
- Hello.
- Miss Finncannon.
- Nice to meet you.
- It's an honor.
- This is Alfred.
- How do you do?
- Here's your dog, miss.
- Thank you.
- It's a horse.
- That's a strange-looking animal.
This is Finn.
He's a champion.
You like exotic-looking dogs then,
Miss Finncannon?
Very much, Mr. Ludlow.
- Please call me Susannah.
- All right.
- He's just plain old Alfred.
- Shut up.
- Where's Tristan?
- He's off somewhere. You know him.
He'll welcome you home tonight
or I'll know the reason why.
Miss Finncannon, please.
Did you have a good journey?
She is such a lovely creature.
But I fear the loss of her parents...
has given her a certain fragility.
I think she feels very alone in the world.
But she has found a new family now,
hasn't she?
The German military is ready
to use chaos in Croatia...
to justify actions that could plunge
the entire civilized world into--
The word "civilized" has no place
in discussing the affairs of this world.
Mother told us of your sympathy
for the social reformers.
You make it sound like a disease.
No, I'm in agreement.
You mother told me all about One Stab.
She says he was a great warrior.
Yes.
He has a bag of scalps to prove it.
But don't worry.
He's devoted to Father now.
Rather, they're devoted to each other.
Can he speak English?
Stab, speak English?
He wouldn't lower himself to speak English.
But watch out because
he understands it perfectly well.
There's Tristan.
- Don't they feed you?
- Not much.
- You smell.
- Miss me, did you?
- Still hung over?
- Still drunk.
Isn't she amazing?
So this is Tristan.
And does he speak English?
For God's sake.
Miss Finncannon,
it's a pleasure to meet you.
I hope you and Ugly here...
find every happiness together.
Don't mind my brother.
Your dog has more breeding than he has.
This is Mother's room.
It's lovely.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Pet.
- And you, miss.
Thank you.
- Which one?
- It's this one.
Angelica Susannah.
Hello.
You must be Isabel Two.
I've already met your mother and father.
- How old are you?
- Thirteen.
When I was 13, I was sent away...
to boarding school.
I hated it.
May I help you?
You're marrying Samuel.
That's right, I am.
I'm marrying Tristan.
We'll be sisters.
I see you two have met.
Isabel Two is letting me help.
Would you like a rest?
You must be exhausted.
No, not at all.
This is so refreshing...
all this grandeur, this unexpected...
gift from God.
It doesn't seem like much of a gift
in a hard winter, I assure you.
Where's Samuel?
Inside. I could tell your father
wanted him all to himself.
- You're very generous.
- No, just happy.
Stop mooning over her and come in here.
Samuel wants to know
about the calves from Cheyenne.
Get in here.
Please excuse my father.
It makes him feel young and powerful
to treat us like we're idiot children.
For all His countless blessings,
may God's holy name be praised. Amen.
Tell Father what you were
saying about Vienna.
- What's that?
- It's the Kaiser.
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