火星救援 The Martian (2015)【完整台词】

LEWIS ON RADIO: All right, team,

stay in sight of each other.

Let's make NASA proud today.

MARTINEZ: How's it looking
over there, Watney?

WATNEY". Well,
you'll be happy to hear...

that in Grid Section 14-28,

the particles were
predominantly coarse...

but in 29,
they're much finer...

and they should be ideal
for chem analysis.

MARTINEZ: Oh, wow.
Did everybody hear that?

Mark just discovered dirt.
(LAUGHS) Should we
alert the media?

WATNEY: Sorry, what are you
doing today, Martinez?

Making sure the MAV
is still upright?

MARTINEZ: I'd like you to know

that visual inspection
of the equipment...

is imperative
to mission success.

I also would like to report
that the MAV is still upright.

LEWIS: (SIGHS) Watney,

you keep leaving
your channel open...

which leads to
Martinez responding...

which leads to
all of us listening...

which leads to me
being annoyed.

WATNEY". Roger that.

Martinez, the captain
would like you to please...
shut your smart mouth.

(LAUGHING)

We'd prefer to use
a different adjective

to describe Martinez's mouth.
(WATNEY LAUGHING)

MARTINEZ: Did Beck
just insult me?

WATNEY: "Dr. Beck." And yes.

Happy to turn the radios off
from here, Commander.

Just say the word.

Wait,Johanssen.

Constant communication
is the hallmark...

Shut 'em off.

(BEEPS)
WATNEY: No.

No. Excuse me.

LEWIS: I apologize
for my countrymen, Vogel.

VOGEL: Accepted.

How many samples
do we need, Commander?

LEWIS: Seven.

100 grams each.

(ALARM BLARING)

We have a mission update.
A storm warning.

Commander,
you should come inside.

You're gonna want to see this.

What is it?

JOHANSSEN". A storm warning.

LEWIS: I saw that
in this morning's briefing.

We'll be inside
before it hits.

Yeah, they upgraded
their estimate.

The storm's gonna be
a lot worse.

LEWIS: Martinez,
how does it look?

MARTINEZ: Not good.

"1 ,200 kilometers in diameter,
bearing 24.41 degrees."

That's tracking
right towards us.

"Based on current escalation,

"estimated force
of 8,600 newtons."

What's the abort force?

7,500.

MARTINEZ: Anything more than
that and the MAV could tip.

Do we scrub?

Begin abort procedure.

VOGEL: We are estimating
with a margin of error.

We could wait it out.

WATNEYI Let's wait it out.

Let's wait it out.

JOHANSSEN: Commander?

Prep emergency departure.

WATNEY: Commander?

LEWIS: We're scrubbed.
That's an order.

Martinez,
how long before take-off?

12 minutes.

(ALARM BLARING)

LEWIS: Visibility
is almost zero.

Anyone gets lost,

hone in on
my suit's telemetry.

You ready?

Ready.

(ALL GROAN)

WATNEY: Commander,
are you okay?

I'm okay.

(WIND HOWLING)

(STRAINING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Commander,
we're at 10 degrees,

and the MAV
is gonna tip at 12.3.

WATNEY: Hey! We might be able
to keep the MAV from tipping.

How?

Use the cables from the comms
mast as guy-lines...

anchor it with the Rover's.

LEWIS: Watch out!

(WATNEY GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Watney!

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: Warning. Suit breach detected.

What happened?

He was hit.

Watney, report.

Before we lost telemetry,

his decompression alarm
went off.

LEWIS: Where did you
last see him?

I don't know where he is.

LEWIS: What are the vitals
on his suit?

He's offline.

BECK: A complete loss
of signal on Watney.

VOGEL: Beck!
Yeah.

How long can he survive
decompression?

Less than a minute.

Line up, walk west.

He may be prone.
We don't wanna step over him.

MARTINEZ: Commander...

We're at 10.5 degrees.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Warning. Excessive tilt.

Tilting to 11
with all the gusts of wind.

Copy that.

Everyone, hone in
on Martinez's suit.

It'll get you to airlock.
Get in, prep for launch.

BECK: What about you,
Commander?

I'm gonna search
a little longer. Get moving!

Go!

Watney!

Watney, report!

MARTINEZ: The MA V's
at 11.6 degrees.

One good gust
and we're tipping.

If it tips, you launch.

You really think
I'm gonna leave you behind?

LEWIS: That's an order,
Martinez.

Mark!
(BECK GRUNTING)

Mark! Can you hear me?

Martinez, what about
the proximity radar?

Could that detect
Watney's suit?

MARTINEZ: It's made to see
the Hermes from orbit...

not a little piece of metal
from a single suit.

LEWIS: Give it a try.

MARTINEZ: Roger.

VOGEL: What is she thinking?
She knows

the infrared can't
get through a sandstorm.

BECK: She's grasping
for anything.

MARTINEZ: We've got
negative contact

on the proximity radar.

LEWIS: Nothing?

MARTINEZ: No.
I can barely see the Hab.

Commander, I know you don't
wanna hear this, but...

Mark is dead.

Commander!

Hey, what the hell
is wrong with you, man?

My friend just died.

I don't want
my commander to die, too.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Stability warning.

We're tipping!

BECK: Commander, you need
to get back to the ship, now!

MARTINEZ: 13 degrees.

If we pass balance,
we'll never rock back.

MARTINEZ: I've got
one more trick left,

and then I'm following orders,
Commander.

You're firing the OMS?
(ALARM BEEPING)

That's right.

Commander!

LEWIS: On my way.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MARTINEZ: Johanssen, let's go.

(SIGHS)

(STRUGGLING)

LEWIS: Mark!

MARTINEZ: We're at 11.5
and holding.

Ready to go on your command.

Ready to launch.

Commander.

I need you to verbally tell me
whether or not to.

Launch.

SANDERS ON TV:
At around 4:30 a.m.

Central Standard Time...

our satellites
detected a storm

approaching the Ares 3
mission site on Mars.

At 6:45, the storm
had escalated to severe...

and we had no choice
but to abort the mission.

Thanks to the quick action
of Commander Lewis...