007之女王密使 On Her Majesty's Secret Service(1969)【完整台词】

Basta!

Do not kill me, Mr Bond.

At least not until we've had a drink.

Then if you wish,

I'll give you another chance.

I'm Draco of Draco Construction.

Mm-hm.

- But today is the 13th, Commander.

- I'm superstitious.

- A martini for our guest, Olympe.

- A pleasure.

- Shaken, not stirred.

- Of course.

- Campari for me.

- Mm-hm.

My apologies for the way you were

brought here today. Please sit down.

I was not sure

you would accept a formal invitation.

There's always something formal

about the point of a pistol.

Thank you, chrie.

- Olympe, we will finish our struggle later.

- As you wish.

She also plays

a very good game of chess.

- Salute.

- Cheers.

You usually drink Corsican brandy.

Ah! What else do you know about me?

Marc Ange Draco. Head of Union Corse,

one of Europe's biggest crime syndicates.

- The biggest.

- Not quite.

An organisation known as SPECTRE

operates worldwide.

However, your legitimate business fronts

are more extensive.

Construction, electrical supplies,

numerous agricultural holdings.

Your dossier on me

is not entirely complete.

I am also Teresa's father.

- Tracy?

- Yes, Tracy. Tracy.

My only child.

Her mother was an English girl -

romantic -

who had come to Corsica

to look for bandits.

Rather like those women who ventured

into the desert looking for sheikhs.

She found me in the mountains.

Hiding from the police at the time.

I came to love this girl.

We married. The result: Teresa.

Twelve years later my wife died.

I sent Teresa to Switzerland

- No, thanks. I prefer my own.

- To finish her education.

Unfortunately I didn't give her a proper

home. She was without supervision.

So

she joined the fast international set.

One scandal after another.

When I disapproved,

cut off her allowance,

she committed some greater folly.

To spite me.

Yet, behind her bravado,

something was eating away at her soul.

This can happen to men and women.

They burn the heart out of themselves

by living too greedily.

And suddenly,

- all is finished.

- Why are you telling me this?

Without telling me, she married. An Italian

count who killed himself in a Maserati

with one of his mistresses.

I gave her too much,

and it brought her nothing.

Now, why did I tell you all this?

I have been informed of everything

you have done for my daughter.

- Everything?

- Don't worry, don't worry about that.

What you did, the way you behaved,

might be the beginning

of some kind of therapy.

She needs help.

Your help.

I find her fascinating,

but she needs a psychiatrist, not me.

What she needs is a man to dominate her.

To make love to her enough

to make her love him.

A man like you.

You overestimate me, Draco.

She's very attractive,

but what you ask is not for me.

Mm.

Listen to me. On the day you marry her,

I'll give you a personal dowry

of one million pounds

in gold.

That's quite an inducement.

- But I don't need a million pounds.

- Stupido!

And I've a bachelor's taste for freedom.

Please, just see her some more.

Who knows what will come of it?

I'm sorry, Draco,

but in my profession, I can't...

- What?

- You have connections not open to me.

Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?

Blofeld?

Some of my men

have recently defected to him.

- I don't know where he is.

- Can you find out?

If I could, I wouldn't tell

Her Majesty's Secret Service.

But I might tell my future son-in-law.

Go on.

Next week is my birthday.

For that,

Teresa always comes back to me.

- You understand?

- Let's say I'll sleep on the idea.

You do that.

- James! Where have you been?

- Much too far from you, darling.

Oh, same old James!

Ooh! Only more so.

Heartless brute! Letting me pine away

without even a postcard.

Pine no more.

Cocktails at my place,

eightish, just the two of us.

Oh, I'd adore that!

If only I could trust myself.

Same old Moneypenny.

Britain's last line of defence.

You'd better go in.

He's running a very tight ship today.

I'm relieving you

from Operation Bedlam, 007.

But, sir, Blofeld's

something of a must with me.

You've had two years to run him down.

- Have you lost confidence in me?

- I'm well aware of your talents, 007.

But a licence to kill is useless,

unless one can set up the target.

- Sir...

- I'll find you a more suitable assignment.

- Under the circumstances...

- That's all!

That was a quick conference.

- How can a girl keep herself alluring...

- Take a memo, please, Moneypenny.

Ready, James.

Sir, I have the honour to request

if you'll accept my resignation

effective forthwith.

- Resignation from what?

- Her Majesty's Secret Service.

And kindly present it

to that monument in there.

Underneath de mango tree

Me honey and me

come watch for de moon...

Sorry, ma'am.

- 007... James Bond here.

- He wants you, James.

Request granted.

Request granted. Not even with regret.

What did you expect? A knighthood?