007：大破量子危机 Quantum of Solace (2008)【完整台词】

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARING)

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(CHATTERING OVER RADIO)

(GROANS)

It's time to get out.

(ANOTHER WAY TO DIE PLAYING)

Another ringer with
the slick trigger finger
for Her Majesty

Another one
with the golden tongue
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer
Turned a thriller to a tragedy

A door left open
A woman walking by

A drop in the water
A look in the eye

A phone on the table
A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think
that you can trust
is just

Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving silence to the one

That will never
see the sunshine

Another inch of your life
sacrificed for your brother
In the nick of time

Another dirty money
heaven-sent honey
Turning on a dime

Well, a door left open
A woman walking by

A drop in the water
A look in the eye

A phone on the table
A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think
that you can trust
is just
Another way to die

Hey!

You know you're gonna die

Shoot 'em, bang, bang!

A door left open
A woman walking by

A drop in the water
A look in the eye

A phone on the table
A man on your side

Oh, someone that you think
that you can trust
is just

Another way to die

Another

Another

It's just another way

Shoot 'em up, bang, bang!

You know you're gonna

Die!

Die!

Just another

Just another

It's just another way

Bang, bang, bang, bang

(MAN CHATTERING OVER P.A.)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Don't bleed to death.

Hello, Mitchell.
Bond.

The Americans are gonna be
none too pleased about this.

I promised them Le Chiffre,
and they got Le Chiffre.

They got his body.

If they'd wanted his soul,
they should have made
a deal with a priest.

M: Has he said
anything?

No.

I'm going to check
the perimeter, ma'am.

You look like hell.

When's the last time you slept?

Vesper's boyfriend,
Yusef Kabira, the one who was
abducted in Morocco,

the one she was trying to save.

His body was washed up
on a beach in Ibiza.

We're meant to believe
the fish did that to his face.

His wallet and ID
were in his pocket.

BOND: Well,
that's convenient.
Quite.

Which is why I did a DNA check

on a lock of his hair
found in Vesper's
apartment.

It's not him.

A lock of his hair?

I wouldn't have thought
Vesper the sentimental type.

Well, we never really
know anyone, do we?

But I do need to know, Bond.

I need to know
that I can trust you.

And you don't?

Well, it'd be
a pretty cold bastard

who didn't want revenge
for the death of
someone he loved.

You don't have
to worry about me.

I'm not gonna
go chasing him.
He's not important.

And neither was she.

It's clear, ma'am.

Thanks, Mitchell.
Shall we?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(MAN ANNOUNCING ON P.A.)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Are you gonna tell us
who you work for?

I was always
very interested
to meet you.

I'd heard
so much about you
from Vesper.

The real shame is that
if she hadn't killed herself,

we would have had you, too.

I think you would have
done anything for her.

Well, you know you're not
in Britain, and God knows
where you'll be tomorrow.

Which should tell
you that eventually

you will tell us about
the people you work with,

and the longer it takes,
the more painful
we'll make it.

(LAUGHING)

You really don't
know anything about us.

It's so amusing
because we are on
the other side,

thinking, "The MI6,
the CIA, they're looking
over our shoulders.

"They're listening
to our conversations."

And the truth is
you don't even
know we exist.

Well, we do now, Mr. White,
and we're quick learners.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, really?
Well, then, the first thing
you should know about us

is that we have
people everywhere.

Am I right?

(GROANS)

(PEOPLE PROTESTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(GROANS)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(GROANS)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(SIREN WARBLES)

(HORN HONKING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Anything?

Craig Mitchell
worked for me
for eight years.

He passed a full
security check and lie
detector test every year.

Didn't leave so much
as a scrap of paper
to explain any of it.

Eight years! Five as
my personal bodyguard.

I found this
and three other bloody
Christmas presents

I bought him about the house.

I don't think he smoked.

And you had to kill him.

Couldn't bring him in for
questioning so that we might
actually learn something.

When someone says
we got people everywhere,
you expect it to be hyperbole.

Lots of people say that.
Florists use that expression.

Doesn't mean that they've
got somebody working for them
inside the bloody room.

What the hell is
this organization, Bond?

How can they be everywhere
and we know nothing
about them?

I assume we found
no trace of White.
No.

The agent guarding
the door in the garage
was dead

before you passed him
on the stairs.

I passed him
on the stairs?
Christ!

Mitchell must have killed
him when he went out to
check the perimeter.

You're lucky to be here.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Do you think
White's still alive?

Yes, I do.
What is it?

TANNER: Craig Mitchell,
45 years old.

No living family.
Gave generously
to charity.

Tell me you know
more than that.

Our moneymen went through
every bill in Mitchell's
wallet and house.

How much did he have?

Less than 100 pounds,

and about the same
in euros and dollars.

Excuse me.
Excuse me, ma'am.

We've done a complete
forensic analysis

of every note and
its traceable history.

Not in the mood.

After you.

TANNER: This particular note
from Mitchell's wallet
may be of interest.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Scanning.

We introduced tagged bills
into Le Chiffre's
money-laundering operation

by intercepting
illegal payoffs.

We traced money through
several of his bank accounts
around the world.

That's pretty thin.
At the rate money
changes hands,

you could probably
find a tenner in my
wallet with a tag.

That's true, ma'am.
A single bill could be
a coincidence,

but what about a whole stack?

These bills,
from the same series
as Mitchell's,

were just scanned at a bank
in Port-au-Prince, Haiti,

deposited in the account
of a Mr. Slate.

Impress me.

We have a Mr. Edmund Slate
returning to Port-au-Prince
from Heathrow this morning.

His entry documents
have him staying at
the Hotel Dessalines.

He's in room 325.

Thank you.
DRIVER: You're welcome.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Do you have any
messages for 325?

No, sir.
The only message was
about the briefcase

that was delivered earlier.

Did you want us
to continue holding it?

No. No,
I'll take that now.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.
You're welcome.