007之霹雳弹 Thunderball (1965)【完整台词】

The coffin, it has
your initials, J.B.

At this moment,
rather him than me.

At least you've been saved
the effort of removing him.

Colonel Bouvar passed away in
his sleep, so they tell me.

You sound disappointed you did
not kill him yourself, huh?

I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered
two of my colleagues.

Is there anything else our French
station can do for Monsieur Bond?

Later, perhaps.

As I said, later. Come on.

Madame. I've come to offer
my sincere condolences.

My dear Colonel Bouvar,
I don't think you should have
opened that car door by yourself.

No well-dressed man
should be without one.

- Yes, very practical.
- Get inside.

- They're coming. Quickly.
- Hurry.

♪ He always runs
while others walk ♪

♪ He acts while other
men just talk ♪

♪ He looks at this world,
and wants it all ♪

♪ So he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

♪ He knows the
meaning of success ♪

♪ His needs are more,
so he gives less ♪

♪ They call him the
winner who takes all ♪

♪ And he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

♪ Any woman he wants, he'll get ♪

♪ He will break any
heart without regret ♪
♪ His days of asking
are all gone ♪

♪ His fight goes
on and on and on ♪

♪ But he thinks that the
fight is worth it all ♪

♪ So he strikes,
like thunderball ♪

Hey, no parking here. Oh,
pardon, Monsieur Largo.

The International Brotherhood for
Assistance of Stateless Persons

is purely philanthropic.

We're not interested in politics,
only in your rehabilitation.

We have been able to arrange for

visas with the
Brazilian Consulate.

Thank you, Monsieur.

The Brotherhood
will look after you

- until your...
- Good morning, Mr Largo.

Good morning.

Nice to have you back again.

Until you're once again
self-supporting.

- Thank you, my dear.
- We pay back everything.

There will be no need.

We have certain funds
from private individuals

who share our aim.

There are just one
or two formalities.

Sit down, Number Two. We will
discuss your NATO project later.

I regret to inform you all of the
death of SPECTRE Number Six.

Colonel Jacques Bouvar was
killed by an unknown assassin.

His services will
be greatly missed.

We will now proceed with the
area financial reports.

Number Seven?

Blackmail of the double
agent Matsou Fujiwa.

Unfortunately, only 40 million
yen, all the man had.

- Number 10?
- Assassination of Perringe,

the French anti-matter specialist
who went over to the Russians.

Three million francs from
the special department

of the Quai D'Orsay.

Number Five.

Our consultation fee for the
British train robbery, £250,000.

Number 11.

Distribution of Red
China narcotics

in the United States, $2,300,000,

collected by Number
Nine and myself.

Two million three?

Our expectations were
considerably higher, Number 11.

Competition from Latin
America. Prices are down.

I anticipated that factor.

Are you quite sure all monies
have been accounted for

by yourself and Number Nine?

- To the penny, Number One.
- On the contrary.

I have satisfied
myself that one of you

is clearly guilty of embezzlement.

SPECTRE is a dedicated fraternity

whose strength lies in the
absolute integrity of its members.

The culprit is known to me. I have
decided on the appropriate action.

Let us now proceed
with new business.

We will hear from Number Two, who
is in charge of our NATO project,

the most ambitious SPECTRE
has ever undertaken.

- Your report, Number Two.
- Thank you, Number One.

Our intention is
to demand a ransom

from the North
Atlantic Treaty powers

of $280 million. £100 million.

I have sent SPECTRE agent Count
Lippe to the south of England,

where he is making the
necessary preparations.

He is at a health clinic

conveniently located
near the NATO air base.

- Oh, Pat?
- Oh, hello.

I'll see you when I've
had a shower, huh?

I'll soon be finished.

Mr Bond. Count Lippe.

You're not taking her
away already, are you?

She's the only joy in
this dreary place.

I see you've discovered that, too.

- In about half an hour, Pat.
- I'll be ready.

I've heard that before. Oh,
nice to have met you, Mr Bond.

Funny-looking bruise. A fall?

A poker, in the hands of a widow.

I'm surprised. I'd
have thought you

were just the type for a widow.

Oh, not this one. He
didn't like me at all.

A red square with a
spike through it.

Yes, I think it's a tong sign.
The Red Dragon from Macao.

Ask Records to verify
it for me, will you?

Oh, sorry, sweetie.
You're off duty.

File it till you get back.

Moneypenny, next time I see you,
I'll put you across my knee.

On yogurt and lemon
juice? I can hardly wait.

Come on, Pat, we're
behind schedule.

Coming.

I can't hear you, James.
Have you fainted?

You're late, Mr Bond.

Me?

Well, I'd never have
recognised myself.

- Do I seem healthy?
- Too healthy, by far.

Take off your bathrobe, please.

You never say that
as if you meant it.

Arms above your head, please.

Behave yourself, Mr Bond.

Oh, I can see there's only
one place to keep you quiet.

And what's this?

A motorised traction table
for stretching the spine.

- Some patients call it the rack.
- I'm not surprised.

Oh, get on.

Where's the kick-starter?

Oh, stop fooling around
and face down, please.

Face down?

By the way, who is the man in the
room next to your Count Lippe?

I really don't know
too much about him.

A Mr Angelo. He's here
with a private physician,

recuperating from an awful
car crash, I understand.

There now. First time I've
felt really safe all day.

I'll look in and see how
you're doing in 15 minutes.

Nice to have met you, Mr Bond.

Hey. Hey, come back.

Hey. Hey.

Help. Help. Hey.

Help.

Mr Bond. Mr Bond. Mr
Bond. Oh, thank God.

Thank God. You could
have been killed.

- I must be 6 inches taller.
- Oh, you poor dear.

I can't think how it
could have happened.

I can tell you, it's a miracle
I came back when I did.

I can only think
that you must have

pushed the switch accidentally.

Well, you better
come along with me.

Spend a few minutes
in the steam room.

- It'll help to relax you.
- Yes.

Might even shrink
you back to size.

Somebody's going to wish
today had never happened.

Oh, you wouldn't tell Dr Wain?
Please. I'd lose my job.

Well, I suppose my silence
could have a price.

- You don't mean... Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.

See you later, alligator.

What the hell do you
think you are doing?

Now don't you worry.
I'll tell the chef.

Let me out of this
bloody machine. Help.

Help. Isn't there
anybody listening?

Mink. It reduces the tensions.

Not mine.

Major Derval's social secretary.

I would like to
speak to Mr Angelo.

- What's that?
- Mr Angelo.

I'm sorry. You got
the wrong number.

You don't think you could be more
comfortable if you take off...

- Yes?
- Major Derval?

- This is Major Derval.
- Your car is waiting.

I'll be down right
away. Thank you.

My car's here. Duty calls.
The story of my life.

You'll be late at the air base.

And besides, it will give
you time to cool off.

You'll be here when I come back?

But I may not be in the mood then.

- Do you want to bet?
- You know your François?

I know me.

All right, all right.

- I told him I'd be down.
- Your coat, sir?

- Happy landing.
- Thank you.