电影英文剧本： ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The resulting action, known now by all the world has marked Sunday, September the 3rd, 1939 as a date to be long remembered. At 11:15 this morning, the prime minister speaking to the nation from Number 10 Downing Street announced that Great Britain is at war with Germany. The London public are earnestly reminded of the emergency orders already issued. No light of any description should be visible after blackout time. No dogs or cats will be allowed to roam the streets after dark. It should be remembered that pets will not be permitted in public air-raid shelters. Gas masks and warm clothing should be placed at hand before retiring. It is suggested that a warm drink in a Thermos... ... would be of great comfort to children... ... who might have to be awakened at an unusual hour. Every effort should be made to quiet the nerves... ... of those children who remain despite the evacuation... ... which will continue until a late hour this evening. MAN: Colonel Cronin''''s car. I was right, Thomas. It''''s tonight. To France, sir? Waterloo Station. Yes, sir. Be familiar to you, won''''t it, sir? I mean, having been through the last one. Yes. It''''ll be familiar. - Thomas. - Sir? Go by way of Waterloo Bridge, will you? Waterloo Bridge, sir? We have plenty of time. Right, sir. Wait for me at the other end of the bridge. I''''ll walk across. THOMAS: Right, sir. MYRA: Here. Take this. ROY: Your good-luck charm? MYRA: Perhaps it''''ll bring you luck. I hope it will. I''''ll pray it will. ROY: That''''s wonderfully kind of you. MYRA: Do you think you''''ll remember me now? ROY: I think so. I think so. For the rest of my life.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) WOMAN 1: It was a siren. I heard it. WOMAN 2: You're dreaming. - I didn't hear a thing. WOMAN 1: Did you, Myra? Stop, listen. There it is again. Be quiet, please, all of you. - Was that an air-raid warning? - I'm afraid it was. We'll know in a minute. An air raid. I told you we'll be late. Madame will be furious. - We should worry about madame. WOMAN: Look. Look. MAN: Air raid! (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) - Where can we go? - The underground station. - Come on, girls. - To your right! To your right! - To your right. WOMAN: Hurry. Come on. (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) Stupid bag. It always does this. - Thank you so much. - They're out to strafe this bridge. - We'd better get off it. - Oh, my lucky charm. You little fool. Are you tired of life? - I've had it for years. It brings me luck. - Such as air raids. (EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE) Do you think it'd be too unmilitary if we were to run? Not at all. Do you mind? MAN: News Weekly. Read about it. Paper. "Here, no pushing," he says. And I says, "You'd blooming well push if your hind legs were still outside." OLD WOMAN: I always run about, meseIf. As me old man says: "A moving target is harder to hit." - Ain't it? OLD MAN: Not haIf. (EXPLOSION) Blimey, 'Erman's a ruddy marksman, ain't he? - 'Erman? - Yes, 'Erman the German. (LAUGHING) Oh...! Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. There seems to be a certain amount of shoving. It is a crush, isn't it? (EXPLOSION) Mm, that one was close. We're safe here. There may be some space over there by the wall. - Shall we wiggle through? - All right. - Excuse us, please. - All right. Excuse me. Thank you very much. (INDISTINCT MUTTERING) - Better, eh? - Yes, thanks. Much better. - Looking for your friends? - Yes. Perhaps they took another entrance. - Do you mind? - Oh, no, no.
I suppose I mustn't offer you one? Uh, no, thanks. You're at school, aren't you? (LAUGHS) Am I being funny? Oh, look, that's our school. Madame Kirowa's International Ballet. - International Ballet? - Mm-hm. Look here, you don't mean to say you're a dancer? - Yes. - A professional dancer? Uh, now and then, I wonder. And you mean you can pirouette and all that sort of thing? Certainly. I can do an entrechat six. - I beg your pardon? - I can cross my feet six times in midair. Nijinsky could do 10, but that only happens once in a century. Well, it must be good for the muscles of the... Must be good for the muscles. I should think a dancer's muscles would be like a strongman. Oh, not quite. That'd be dreadful. We try to combine slenderness with strength. Well, I've been dancing since I was 12. I don't think the muscles are overdeveloped. Oh, no. No, no. Not in your case. Of course, we have to train like athletes. Madame believes in rigid discipline. - You expect to get to the theater tonight? - Certainly. We don't go on till 10. - I wish I could be there. - Why don't you come? No, unfortunately, I have a colonel's dinner. It takes a lot of nerve to miss a colonel's dinner. - Are you on leave? - I have been. My home's in Scotland. Now you have to go back? To France, I mean. - Tomorrow. - Oh, I'm so sorry. This hateful war. Yes, I suppose it is. And yet there's, I don't know... ...a certain amount of excitement about it too. Around the corner of every second, the fascination of the unknown. We're facing it this instant. Oh, we face the unknown in peacetime too. - You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you? - Yes. You're rather romantic, aren't you? (WHISTLE BLOWS) MAN: All clear! All clear! Well, there we are. I'm afraid it's over.
Never enjoyed an air raid more. Shall we go now or wait for the next? Oh, it's very tempting, but I think we'd better go. Shall I carry that? No, no. I only drop it in emergencies. Well, I hope I'm around the next time it happens. It isn't very likely, is it? You go back to France and... - And you? - We may go to America. Oh, that does make it unlikely. I'm sorry. So am I. MAN: Read all about it. Read all about it. It's so late. I'm afraid I'll have to take a taxi. That may not be so simple. - I don't know any... - I wish I could have seen the... (BOTH CHUCKLE) - What were you going to say? - I wish I could have seen the ballet. I'm sure it would have been a pleasant memory in the trenches. What were you going to say? Oh, it's just that I don't know anyone at the front... ...and I'm afraid it'll bring it home to me now, knowing you. - Not that I really know you, of course. BOY: Here you are, governor. Thank you very much. I hope you get back safe and sound. Thank you. Here... ...take this. ROY: Your good-luck charm? Perhaps it'll bring you luck. I hope it does. Oh, now, look here. I can't take it. It means so much to you. You'd better have it. I was beginning to rely on it too much. Well, that's wonderfully kind of you. Olympic Theatre, please. - Goodbye. - Goodbye. (ORCHESTRA PLAYING "SWAN LAKE, OP. 20") - Kitty, he's here. - Who? Oh, the man in the underground? I don't understand. He said he couldn't come. - I suppose he just came to see the show. - You don't suppose anything of the kind. - You said he had to go to a colonel's dinner. - It's not what I said. It's what he said. (APPLAUSE) He's nice, isn't he? He's a bit of all right. Must have ditched the colonel. Think he'll come backstage?
What'll madame say? We must watch and pray. Oh, girls. Girls, girls. Please. Please do be quiet. You know how madame hates noise. Shh! Shh, shh! Maureen. What is pas de bourre? A pas de bourre is a progression on points by a sequence of very small, even steps. If you know it, why don't you do it during the performance? Elsa. Your arabesques were jumpy. They were positively epileptic. Really, I was concerned for you. Ana. Show the young ladies, please, how to do an entrechat quatre. And may I ask, why didn't you do it that way for the audience? They also have some rights, you know. The performance tonight was disgraceful. We are playing for the moment in a variety theater but... (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Kitty. But that doesn't mean you should work with less precision... ...than performing seals, which precede you. You don't honor the ballet by your presence in it. The ballet honors you. Are there questions? Hm. - Yes, madame? - The note, Kitty. The note that was handed to you. Oh, well, it... It's just from an old friend, a man I used to know in a show. I don't need to be reminded that you were a chorus girl in a revue. - Your behavior... - Madame. - Myra. - No, Kitty. It's for me, madame. Then you may read it. Aloud, please. - Madame, I... - Read it, please. (SIGHS) "As you see, I cannot bear to spend my last evening with my colonel after all. Please have supper with me. Your friend of the shelter. P.S. I am sure you will because I have a good-luck charm... ...which has already changed my luck." - And the signature? - There isn't one. And if there were one, what would it be? I don't know. I only know he's an officer. Indeed? I must emphasize that if you want supper parties, officers and delights...
...you shouldn't be here with me but in other occupation. Lydia, paper, please. A war is no excuse for indecorum. Write, please. "Dear sir." What's his rank? Captain. "Dear captain." - Here you are, sir. - Oh, thank you. Thank you, sir. No-go, sir? No, I'm afraid not. Oh, captain. Captain. Wait a minute. I'm Kitty, Myra's friend. Where do you want to meet her? What? Myra? - Oh, how do you do? - I do very well, thank you. - But where do you want to meet her? - Well, l... But she, uh, she refused. Oh, take no notice. The old dragon made her write that. - She'll come after all? - Name the place. - Yes, does she know the Candlelight Club? - No, but I do. - Good, then. I'll be there in an hour, say? - An hour. Look here. I hope I'm doing the right thing. Myra's just a sweet child. You can see that, can't you? I can see that, Kitty. Bye-bye, captain. (LAUGHS) MYRA: Hello. - Oh, hello. I'm delighted. I was afraid Kitty had directed you to the wrong place. Oh, no, but your note was read out before the whole class. Were you embarrassed? Yes, and so would you have been. Ha, ha, I dare say. I'm afraid I've made it difficult for you. Well, you gave up the colonel, so I expect I made it difficult for you too. Yes, you did, but I have my reward. It was wonderful of you to come. - Shall we go in? - All right. Excuse me. How nice you look. Thank you. (ROY CHUCKLES) What do dancers eat? Oh, dull things mostly. Nutritious yet not fattening. Oh, no, not tonight. What could you suggest that would be particularly rich and indigestible? - The grouse is very nice, sir. - Mm-hm. And wine. It isn't against the rules for a dancer to drink a little light wine, is it? - Tonight... - Good. Number 40, please. Number 40, sir.
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经典影片《魂断蓝桥》（上影厂 刘广宁 乔榛等配音）
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电影英文剧本：
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The resulting action, known now by all the world has marked Sunday,
September the 3rd, 1939 as a date to be long remembered.
At 11:15 this morning,
the prime minister speaking to the nation
from Number 10 Downing Street announced that Great Britain is at war with Germany.
The London public are earnestly reminded of the emergency orders already issued.
No light of any description
should be visible after blackout time.
No dogs or cats will be allowed
to roam the streets after dark.
It should be remembered that pets will not
be permitted in public air-raid shelters.
Gas masks and warm clothing
should be placed at hand before retiring.
It is suggested that a warm drink
in a Thermos...
... would be of great comfort
to children...
... who might have to be awakened
at an unusual hour.
Every effort should be made
to quiet the nerves...
... of those children who remain
despite the evacuation...
... which will continue
until a late hour this evening.
MAN:
Colonel Cronin''''s car.
I was right, Thomas. It''''s tonight.
To France, sir?
Waterloo Station.
Yes, sir.
Be familiar to you, won''''t it, sir?
I mean, having been through
the last one.
Yes. It''''ll be familiar.
- Thomas.
- Sir?
Go by way of Waterloo Bridge, will you?
Waterloo Bridge, sir?
We have plenty of time.
Right, sir.
Wait for me at the other end of the bridge.
I''''ll walk across.
THOMAS:
Right, sir.
MYRA:
Here. Take this.
ROY:
Your good-luck charm?
MYRA:
Perhaps it''''ll bring you luck.
I hope it will.
I''''ll pray it will.
ROY:
That''''s wonderfully kind of you.
MYRA:
Do you think you''''ll remember me now?
ROY:
I think so.
I think so.
For the rest of my life.
WOMAN 1: It was a siren. I heard it.
WOMAN 2: You're dreaming.
- I didn't hear a thing.
WOMAN 1: Did you, Myra?
Stop, listen.
There it is again.
Be quiet, please, all of you.
- Was that an air-raid warning?
- I'm afraid it was. We'll know in a minute.
An air raid. I told you we'll be late.
Madame will be furious.
- We should worry about madame.
WOMAN: Look. Look.
MAN:
Air raid!
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- Where can we go?
- The underground station.
- Come on, girls.
- To your right! To your right!
- To your right.
WOMAN: Hurry.
Come on.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
Stupid bag. It always does this.
- Thank you so much.
- They're out to strafe this bridge.
- We'd better get off it.
- Oh, my lucky charm.
You little fool. Are you tired of life?
- I've had it for years. It brings me luck.
- Such as air raids.
(EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)
Do you think it'd be too unmilitary
if we were to run?
Not at all.
Do you mind?
MAN:
News Weekly. Read about it.
Paper.
"Here, no pushing," he says.
And I says, "You'd blooming well push
if your hind legs were still outside."
OLD WOMAN: I always run about,
meseIf. As me old man says:
"A moving target is harder to hit."
- Ain't it?
OLD MAN: Not haIf.
(EXPLOSION)
Blimey, 'Erman's a ruddy marksman,
ain't he?
- 'Erman?
- Yes, 'Erman the German.
(LAUGHING)
Oh...!
Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
There seems to be
a certain amount of shoving.
It is a crush, isn't it?
(EXPLOSION)
Mm, that one was close.
We're safe here.
There may be some space
over there by the wall.
- Shall we wiggle through?
- All right.
- Excuse us, please.
- All right.
Excuse me. Thank you very much.
(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)
- Better, eh?
- Yes, thanks. Much better.
- Looking for your friends?
- Yes. Perhaps they took another entrance.
- Do you mind?
- Oh, no, no.
Uh, no, thanks.
You're at school, aren't you?
(LAUGHS)
Am I being funny?
Oh, look, that's our school.
Madame Kirowa's International Ballet.
- International Ballet?
- Mm-hm.
Look here,
you don't mean to say you're a dancer?
- Yes.
- A professional dancer?
Uh, now and then, I wonder.
And you mean you can pirouette
and all that sort of thing?
Certainly. I can do an entrechat six.
- I beg your pardon?
- I can cross my feet six times in midair.
Nijinsky could do 10,
but that only happens once in a century.
Well, it must be good for the muscles
of the... Must be good for the muscles.
I should think a dancer's muscles
would be like a strongman.
Oh, not quite. That'd be dreadful.
We try to combine slenderness
with strength.
Well, I've been dancing since I was 12.
I don't think the muscles
are overdeveloped.
Oh, no. No, no. Not in your case.
Of course, we have to train like athletes.
Madame believes in rigid discipline.
- You expect to get to the theater tonight?
- Certainly. We don't go on till 10.
- I wish I could be there.
- Why don't you come?
No, unfortunately,
I have a colonel's dinner.
It takes a lot of nerve
to miss a colonel's dinner.
- Are you on leave?
- I have been. My home's in Scotland.
Now you have to go back?
To France, I mean.
- Tomorrow.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
This hateful war.
Yes, I suppose it is.
And yet there's, I don't know...
...a certain amount of excitement
about it too.
Around the corner of every second,
the fascination of the unknown.
We're facing it this instant.
Oh, we face the unknown
in peacetime too.
- You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you?
- Yes.
You're rather romantic, aren't you?
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
MAN:
All clear!
All clear!
Well, there we are. I'm afraid it's over.
Shall we go now or wait for the next?
Oh, it's very tempting,
but I think we'd better go.
Shall I carry that?
No, no. I only drop it in emergencies.
Well, I hope I'm around
the next time it happens.
It isn't very likely, is it?
You go back to France and...
- And you?
- We may go to America.
Oh, that does make it unlikely.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
MAN:
Read all about it.
Read all about it.
It's so late.
I'm afraid I'll have to take a taxi.
That may not be so simple.
- I don't know any...
- I wish I could have seen the...
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
- What were you going to say?
- I wish I could have seen the ballet.
I'm sure it would have been
a pleasant memory in the trenches.
What were you going to say?
Oh, it's just that I don't know anyone
at the front...
...and I'm afraid it'll bring it home
to me now, knowing you.
- Not that I really know you, of course.
BOY: Here you are, governor.
Thank you very much.
I hope you get back safe and sound.
Thank you.
Here...
...take this.
ROY:
Your good-luck charm?
Perhaps it'll bring you luck.
I hope it does.
Oh, now, look here.
I can't take it. It means so much to you.
You'd better have it.
I was beginning to rely on it too much.
Well, that's wonderfully kind of you.
Olympic Theatre, please.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
(ORCHESTRA PLAYING
"SWAN LAKE, OP. 20")
- Kitty, he's here.
- Who?
Oh, the man in the underground?
I don't understand.
He said he couldn't come.
- I suppose he just came to see the show.
- You don't suppose anything of the kind.
- You said he had to go to a colonel's dinner.
- It's not what I said. It's what he said.
(APPLAUSE)
He's nice, isn't he?
He's a bit of all right.
Must have ditched the colonel.
Think he'll come backstage?
We must watch and pray.
Oh, girls. Girls, girls.
Please. Please do be quiet.
You know how madame hates noise.
Shh! Shh, shh!
Maureen.
What is pas de bourre?
A pas de bourre is a progression on points
by a sequence of very small, even steps.
If you know it, why don't you do it
during the performance?
Elsa.
Your arabesques were jumpy.
They were positively epileptic.
Really, I was concerned for you.
Ana.
Show the young ladies, please,
how to do an entrechat quatre.
And may I ask, why didn't you do it
that way for the audience?
They also have some rights, you know.
The performance tonight was disgraceful.
We are playing for the moment
in a variety theater but...
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Kitty.
But that doesn't mean
you should work with less precision...
...than performing seals,
which precede you.
You don't honor the ballet
by your presence in it.
The ballet honors you.
Are there questions?
Hm.
- Yes, madame?
- The note, Kitty.
The note that was handed to you.
Oh, well, it... It's just from an old friend,
a man I used to know in a show.
I don't need to be reminded
that you were a chorus girl in a revue.
- Your behavior...
- Madame.
- Myra.
- No, Kitty. It's for me, madame.
Then you may read it.
Aloud, please.
- Madame, I...
- Read it, please.
(SIGHS)
"As you see, I cannot bear to spend
my last evening with my colonel after all.
Please have supper with me.
Your friend of the shelter.
P.S. I am sure you will
because I have a good-luck charm...
...which has already changed my luck."
- And the signature?
- There isn't one.
And if there were one, what would it be?
I don't know. I only know he's an officer.
Indeed?
I must emphasize that if you want
supper parties, officers and delights...
but in other occupation.
Lydia, paper, please.
A war is no excuse for indecorum.
Write, please. "Dear sir."
What's his rank?
Captain.
"Dear captain."
- Here you are, sir.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you, sir.
No-go, sir?
No, I'm afraid not.
Oh, captain. Captain. Wait a minute.
I'm Kitty, Myra's friend.
Where do you want to meet her?
What? Myra?
- Oh, how do you do?
- I do very well, thank you.
- But where do you want to meet her?
- Well, l... But she, uh, she refused.
Oh, take no notice.
The old dragon made her write that.
- She'll come after all?
- Name the place.
- Yes, does she know the Candlelight Club?
- No, but I do.
- Good, then. I'll be there in an hour, say?
- An hour.
Look here.
I hope I'm doing the right thing.
Myra's just a sweet child.
You can see that, can't you?
I can see that, Kitty.
Bye-bye, captain.
(LAUGHS)
MYRA: Hello.
- Oh, hello.
I'm delighted. I was afraid Kitty
had directed you to the wrong place.
Oh, no, but your note was read out
before the whole class.
Were you embarrassed?
Yes, and so would you have been.
Ha, ha, I dare say. I'm afraid
I've made it difficult for you.
Well, you gave up the colonel,
so I expect I made it difficult for you too.
Yes, you did, but I have my reward.
It was wonderful of you to come.
- Shall we go in?
- All right.
Excuse me.
How nice you look.
Thank you.
(ROY CHUCKLES)
What do dancers eat?
Oh, dull things mostly.
Nutritious yet not fattening.
Oh, no, not tonight.
What could you suggest that would be
particularly rich and indigestible?
- The grouse is very nice, sir.
- Mm-hm.
And wine. It isn't against the rules
for a dancer to drink a little light wine, is it?
- Tonight...
- Good. Number 40, please.
Number 40, sir.