词汇：track

n. 足迹，踪迹；轨道；小道

相关场景

Then this guy, walks into my office and says: "Those same banks got greedy, they lost track of the market" and I can profit off of their stupidity f***! Yeah!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
- It tracks sub-prime mortgage bond value.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
EXT. GULFSTREAM RACE TRACK IN MIAMI - HIGH FULL VIEW - DAY The empty parking lot of the Gulfstream track, on an off- race day.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
EXT NITE:
DON'S HOSPITAL (WINTER 1945) A taxi pulls up in front of a hospital, marked clearly with a neon sign "HOSPITAL--EMERGENCY." MICHAEL steps out, pays the fare...and then stops dead in his tracks.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
MAN:
--saw this with Facebook and Square where a stock rallies and the IPO fades into the distance as investors track the growth of the company over time.
>> 公正裁决 Equity (2016) Movie Script
I lost track at 3000!
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
And the Crowd begins to fall away, and he and Inigo start to track the FADING SOUND.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that. Not with a thousand bloodhounds. And you cannot break it. Not with a thousand swords.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
BUTTERCUP: I was giving you a chance. No matter where you take me ... there's no greater hunter than Prince Humperdinck. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
RUGEN:
Shall we track them both?
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
“The lick’s about six miles north,” the hardware-store man said. “You can find it by the game trails.” Sure enough, several antelope were at the salt lick, and he saw the tracks of buffalo and elk. He worked up a sweat scooping the salt into the wagon.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He was not used to the crutch and he made poor time. When occasionally he forgot and set his bad foot to the ground, the pain was almost enough to make him pass out. He was weak, and had to stop every hour or so to rest. In the hot sun, sweat poured out of him, though he felt cold and feared a chill. Two or three miles from where he started, he crossed the tracks of a sizable herd of buffalo—they were probably the reason the Indians had left. With winter coming, buffalo were more important to the warriors than two white men, though probably they meant to return and finish off the whites once the hunt was over.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Just because it’s all you know don’t mean it’s all you’d enjoy,” Augustus said. “You had a chance at a fine widow right there in Lonesome Dove, as I recall.” Pea Eye was sorry the subject of widows had come up. He had nearly forgotten the Widow Cole and the day he had helped her take the washing off the line. He didn’t know why he hadn’t forgotten it completely—he surely had forgotten more important things. Yet there it was, and from time to time it shoved into his brain. If he had married some widow his brain would probably have been so full of such things that he would have no time to think, or even to keep his knife sharp.“Ever meet any of the mountain men?” Augustus asked. “They got up in here and took the beavers.” “Well, I met old Kit,” Pea Eye said. “You ought to remember. You was there.” “Yes, I remember,” Augustus said. “I never thought much of Kit Carson.” “Why, what was wrong with Kit Carson?” Pea Eye asked. “They say he could track anything.” “Kit was vain,” Augustus said. “I won’t tolerate vanity in a man, though I will in a woman. If I had gone north in my youth I might have got to be a mountain man, but I took to riverboating instead. The whores on them riverboats in my day barely wore enough clothes to pad a crutch.” As they rode north they saw more buffalo, mostly small bunches of twenty or thirty. The third day north of the Yellowstone they killed a crippled buffalo calf and dined on its liver. In the morning, when they left, there were a number of buzzards and two or three prairie wolves hanging around, waiting for them to leave the carcass.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
But a week passed and they saw no Indians. The men relaxed a little. Antelope became more common, and twice they saw small groups of buffalo. Once the remuda took fright in the night; the next morning Call found the tracks of a cougar.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Anyway, if Newt had wanted to question the Captain about it, he would have had a hard time catching him. The Captain took Deets’s job and spent his days ranging far ahead. Usually he only rode back to the herd about dark, to guide them to a bed-ground. Once during the day he had come back in a high lope to report that he had crossed the tracks of about forty Indians. The Indians had been heading northwest, the same direction they were heading.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“They came on foot, Captain,” he said. He had found their tracks, at least.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Oh, you’ve got a nigger for a scout,” Dixon said. “No wonder you’re lost.” “We ain’t lost,” Call said, annoyed suddenly, “and that black man could track you across the coals of hell.” “And bring you back on a pitchfork, if we asked him to,” Augustus added.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Three days later he saw the Platte, winding between low brown slopes. He soon hit a good wagon track and followed it west.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
As he was carrying her, a man came out of the jail and stepped around the corner of the building. It proved to be a deputy sheriff—his name was Leon—going out to relieve himself. He was startled to see a huge man standing there with a tiny woman in a nightgown in his arms. Nothing so surprising had happened in his whole tenure as deputy. It stopped him in his tracks.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Luke drove as fast as he could, but it was still a long road. The sky was light in the east when they finally found a wagon track and pulled into Ogallala.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I can’t read a dern track,” Pea Eye said. “Never could. But Deets can read ’em easier than I could read a newspaper. Iguess it’s Jake. It’d be a pity if it’s us that has to hang him,” he added, a little later.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I wish he’d had the sense to stay with Lorie,” Augustus said. “She might have aggravated him some, but she wouldn’t have led him to this.” “It’s his dern laziness,” Call said. “Jake just kind of drifts. Any wind can blow him.” He touched the mare and rode on—he didn’t need Deets in order to follow the tracks of nearly thirty horses. He put the mare into a slow lope, a gait she could hold all day if necessary.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The news hit Call hard. He had stopped expecting anything of Jake Spoon, and had supposed they would travel different routes for the rest of their lives. Jake would gamble and whore—he always had. No one expected any better of him, but no one had expected any worse, either. Jake hadn’t the nerve to lead a criminal life, in Call’s estimation. But there was his track, beside the tracks of three killers.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, they’re horsethieves and murderers,” Augustus reminded them. “They could have stolen Jake’s horse—they could have even murdered him for it.” Deets was silent. They could speculate all they wanted—he knew. A different man would have resulted in a different track. Mr. Jake tended to ride slightly sideways in the saddle, which the track showed. It was not just his horse—it was him.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Four,” Deets said. “Just four.” “Hell, there’s five of us,” Augustus said. “There’s less than one apiece of the horsethieves, so what are you so down about?” Deets pointed to a horse track. “Mr. Jake is with them,” he said. “That’s his track.” They all looked at the track for a moment.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇