text / (UK) S. Connaughton J. Sheridan
translation / Lin Ruiyi
interior view, Christie's cabin, day
1960. One foot moved silently to a record shelf. Its big toe and second toe removed a record from the shelf and turned it over to take a look at it. It was Mozart's "Don Juan." That foot skillfully pulled the record out of the jacket, and took out a plastic film record from the inner jacket. Then, that foot placed the record on the rotating turntable, and also gently picked up the stylus and placed it on the record. Then, that foot stopped the record at lightning speed.
Close-up: Christie Brown's face. He is twenty-eight years old. The look is normal. He closed his eyes tightly. A string of sweat ran on his wide forehead. He removed his foot from the record and the music started almost at the same time. Christie opened his eyes. The eyes are bright, clear and passionate. The music continues in the following scenes.
Location, Dublin, during the day
when a white Rolls-Royce car drives through a downtown street, the aria is strengthened. People on the sidewalk stood and watched. The second Rolls-Royce followed the previous one. Obviously there is a shortage of cars, and most people who travel use bicycles. The Rolls-Royce parked beside an old Ford car at a red light. The two big cars drove together to the outskirts of Dublin. The road is relatively narrow now, and a few children watch the cars passing by.
Interior view, Mrs. Brown's room. Mrs. Brown, who was
fifty years away during the day, was listening to the opera. She dressed impeccably and neatly. She tried on two exquisitely crafted hats in front of the mirror.
Interior view, downstairs living room, during the day
a group of people walked into a small room behind from the space in front of the mirror. About fifteen people tried their best to get ready to go out. There are three children, four teenagers, three youths and five adults. Although the place is narrow and the movements are intense, the emotions are pleasant. Benny wore a suit of Waiting Dizi (Note 1).
Tom: You can't wear this.
Benny: What?
Tom: This suit, this is first-rate, Benny, first-rate.
Location, Dublin streets,
a group of children stand in the alley waiting during the day . This is the poor district of Dublin. The neighbors stood chatting outside the door. Suddenly, the children ran to the end of the road. The neighbors came out. When the two Rolls-Royce turned around the corner, they appeared among the tattered children like two noble and beautiful swans. The aria continued. Two Rolls-Royce stopped outside the window, and the children all jumped for joy.
Interior view, Christie's cabin, with
one hand taking the needle from the record during the day . The music stopped abruptly. Mrs. Brown looked at Christie. She is holding a formal dinner jacket.
Mrs. Brown: I have to dress you up, Christy.
We saw Mrs. Brown proceeding to dress Christie. She pushed his wheelchair forward and took off his jacket and shirt.
Exterior view, Christie's house,
a driver knocked on the door of Christie's house during the day . The children began to shout "Christie, Christie, Christie." in a loud and rhythmic manner.
Interior view, Christie's cabin,
Mrs. Brown during the day : You must wear this one. (A fake chest with a butterfly bow tie. Christie turns around) For me, Christie. (Christie raises his head. Mrs. Bush puts him on the fake chest with a butterfly bow tie) You are already drinking enough now, Christie, do you understand? (Knocking on the door one after another) No one wants to open the door?
She left the room. Christie held up a teapot insulation lid with her toes. There was a bottle of whiskey under that with a straw inserted, and Christie took a sip through the straw.
Exterior view, Christie’s house, daytime
The children turned around in front of the door, repeatedly singing "Christie, Christie, Christie." Christie appeared in the wheelchair being pushed by his mother, cheering enthusiastically. Christie smiled. His mother pushed him toward the Rolls-Royce car, and the boys rushed forward and patted Christie on the back. When they reached the car, Christie’s brother Tom picked him up from the wheelchair and placed him in the back seat of the car. Mrs. Brown got in the car with them, and then Christie's brothers and sisters got in the second Rolls-Royce. All the staff, including Benny, are solemnly dressed up.
Interior view, Rolls car, Brown's street, daytime
Tom: It's like a royal wedding, Christy.
When the Rolls car left the group of children behind, there was silence in the car, and Christie's mother looked at Christie and encouraged him with a smile.
Location, in the castle area, the
puppet show "Ponzi and Fudi" is being staged during the day . We heard Punch, the comical hunchback character in the play giving orders, yelling, "That's what you have to do." He swiped a boy several times and then threw him out of the window. All the children burst into laughter.
The face of Lord Castuwellan, he is the queer-tempered Lord Kilrodri. When he looked at the children, there was a slight smile on his face, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. This is obviously not because they are all disabled.
Pang Qi was making up another lie, stupefied to say that it was true. Lord Castuwellan led the children to repeatedly attack him with a single sentence rhythmically.
A hand rested on Lord Castuwellan's shoulder. He looked at the servant, as if he was still at war with Punch himself when he was walking outside and talking to himself.
Exterior view, in the castle area.
The Rolls car during the day came from the driveway and went straight to the front door. Lord Castuwellan walked over to greet Christie.
Interior view, castle, foyer/stairs,
Brown's family and Lord Castuwellan walked into the foyer during the day .
Lord Castuwellan: Welcome to the humble house. (Christie smiles at him) Very welcome.
Christie looked up and caught a glimpse of Nurse Mary walking down the stairs.
Mary: Hello, my name is Mary. I will take care of Christie this evening. (Mary is very beautiful, so Christie smiles broadly) I have to lead him to Willingdon's room.
Mrs. Brown: Are you sure you can take care of him alone?
Mary: There will be no problem.
Tom (yelling): Don't be too sure. (Mary pushes Christie away) Watch out this guy!
Lord Castuwellan led the Browns to the citrus orchard.
Interior view, Willingdon's room. During the day,
Christie entered the Willingdon's room in a wheelchair, which was decorated like a green leafy flower room. He heard the crowd gathered in Tanno Hall outside.
Christie: I want matches.
Mary: What?
Christie (grumpyly): I want a match.
Mary: I don't smoke.
Christie: I want matches.
Mary: I am not deaf. I heard what you said. You want a match. I don't have a match, you have to wait for me to find it outside. Don't think that I am your mother just because I take care of you.
Christie: I don't want to listen to disturbing psychology lessons. I just need matches.
Mary: I'll get it for you.
she left. Christie quickly took out a bottle of whiskey from the wheelchair, bit it open, put it on the table, and took out the straw from his jacket pocket with his mouth. He put the straw into the wine bottle and took a big sip. He heard Mary walking back, so he pushed the wine bottle away from the table and spit out the straw.
Mary: Matches. (Puts the fire dish on the table) What do you want me to do for you? (Christie stares at her. His intention is clear.) I will give you a glass. (She brings a glass and puts it on the table) Drinking directly from the bottle is boring. (Christie smiles at her, she pours some whiskey into the Bory glass) Help me, Christie, don't get drunk. Have a drink, but, for your mother, don't get drunk.
Christie: I'm fine. (Silence. They sit and watch each other) Where have I seen you?
Mary: Maybe.
Christie: You are fine (he is going well).
Mary: Thank you very much. (Long silence. They wait and see each other) Do you have a problem with alcoholism?
Christie: Yes, I always don't drink enough.
Mary: I've heard of it before. To be an outstanding writer is not to be an alcoholic. How old are you?
Christie: How old are you?
Mary: I asked you first.
Christie: You speak like a child.
Mary: I am twenty-seven years old.
Christie: I'm twenty-eight years old. Do i look like
Mary: You wrote a book?
Christie: Ah, it's nothing.
Mary: I heard that this book is great. I would like to see.
Christie (feeling tired, vaguely): Are they going to read this book later?
Mary: What did you say?
Christie: Later. read.
Mary: I won't be here anymore. After you go out on stage, my mission is over.
Christie: Stay.
Mary (defense): I have an appointment.
Christie: Another disabled person!
Mary: No, in fact it is not. Why are you so presumptuous?
Pause.
Christie (whispering): I am my dad's son.
Mary: What?
Christie: Nothing.
The Tanno Room became extremely quiet. Christie and Mary looked at it. Suddenly, prolonged applause erupted.
Interior view, citrus orchard. During the day
, Lord Castuwellan stood at the end of the citrus orchard and waited for his guests.
Lord Castoverland: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to participate in this charity show to help patients with cerebral palsy. I don't want you to dig out your pockets — I'll talk about it later. (Laughter) The entertainment we started was Brian O'Connor's piano solo. Please don't add champagne to the fun.
Interior view, Willingdon room,
Christie looks at Mary during the day .
Mary: Do you want to go out and have a look?
Christie (nervously): No. (A moment of embarrassing dumb field) Do you want to read the manuscript?
Mary: The manuscript of your book?
Christie: Yes.
Mary: I would love to watch it.
Christie: It's so sad.
Mary: What do you say?
Christie: Ah, nothing. I am not a good partner. I'm tired.
He tried his best to help himself out of the chair with his arms. Mary removed the tattered, folded corner manuscript from his wheelchair seat. She looked at it. On the cover is a portrait of Christie’s mother with "Mother" written in capital letters.
Mary: Did you paint it? (Christie nods in affirmation) Very good. (Christie nods and expresses gratitude. Smiles) Then, let me arrange you more comfortably.
Mary settled Christie comfortably. She tidied his pillow. Some enthusiasm flashed between them. Christie closed his eyes and slumbered. Mary turned a page hesitantly. Christie opened one eye and looked around.
Interior view, hospital,
1932 at night . Mr. Brown was walking in the corridors of the Rotunda Hospital in Dublin, and we heard the cry of a newborn baby.
Interior view, hospital ward, night
Mr. Brown walked into the ward. The baby stopped crying. This is meeting time. There are many smiling mothers and their guests in the ward. Mr. Brown is looking for Mrs. Brown. He did not find her. There was an inauspicious curtain around a bed at the other end of the ward. Mr. Brown went over, unwilling to look at it, he continued walking, almost to the end of the ward, still unable to find her. He turned his head and looked into the ward. A nurse came to him and said something to him. She pointed to the bed separated by the curtain. Mr. Brown nodded gloomily.
Interior view, small hotel,
Mr. Brown standing in front of the bar at night .
Mr. Brown: Bring me a pint of wine and a small glass of water over there, Brian.
Friend: Congratulations, congratulations.
Mr. Brown: Congratulations?
Friend: Newborn son, Christie.
Mr. Brown: Are you trying to laugh at me or something? The child is mentally retarded. Retarded child. A dull man. I asked the doctor, "Is he still a glimmer of hope?" The doctor said, "Oh, Mr. Brown, his left foot is a little moving." His left foot! He can never hold a trowel or repair a gable. He is purely a mess.
Friend: Maybe you should send him to the asylum.
Mr. Brown: I will send any son to the asylum until he goes to the coffin. But let me tell you one thing. This is the last time I have received a birth bonus.
Friend: How can you do it?
Mr. Brown: Abstinence.
Everyone looked at each other, knowing it was impossible.
Interior view, children's bedroom,
Mrs. Brown during the day (outside the picture): If you still get up, Tom Brown, your father will catch you.
Tom snores. Christie stared at him with wide eyes. She lifted off his quilt. Tom lazily stretched out his hand to cover himself up again. Christie heard footsteps on the stairs, and he listened, startled.
Interior, stairs,
close up during the day : Mr. Brown walks towards the stairs.
Interior view, children's bedroom, daytime
Now, Christie is lying on her back. He lifted his left foot and kicked his brother in the ribs mercilessly. His brother sat up under his violent impact.
Tom: Why are you kicking me, Christy Brown? (Christie speaks uncomfortably, grumbles a few times, and nods to the approaching voice) Is it my dad? (He jumps up, grabs his trousers, shirt and shoes, and put them on in two seconds. Mr. Buhu rushes into the room with his belt) I am up. I got up. I have been up for a long time. (Mr. Brown glares at Tom and walks out of the room. Tom is taken aback) Good job, Christie.
Tom left the room. Christie trailed.
Interior view, stairs,
Christie walks into the kitchen during the day , and his brother Tom is eating breakfast. Christie sat on the bench. When Tom went out, their mother was pregnant. She bent over and walked over, reaching for the chimney, and shivering to move a silver box. She let Christie look at the box and put in a pound note. Then put it back into the chimney. Mrs. Brown walked up to Christie. He looked at her low-necked dress with a precious metal box on the neckline. Christie looked at her breast. She mistakenly thought he was looking at the small box, so she opened the small box.
Close up: a well-dressed couple.
Mrs. Brown: That's my mother. Originally a princess, Christie. That's my dad, a man who pretends to be attentive to the girls. (Chris Tea closes the box with his feet. He won't reopen it. Mrs. Brown opens it again) It was taken on a holiday, Christie. holiday. (She looks frowning. She starts to feed Christie like a baby) I will be away from home for a few days, Christie. Go to the hospital. Your sisters will take care of you. do you understand? (It seems that Christie can understand) You can't stick to your mother like a plaster, understand? I only go for a few days. Before leaving, I'd better arrange my family affairs.
Interior, living room,
Mrs. Brown is shining shoes during the day . There are six pairs of children's and Mr. Brown's boots. She didn't rub when Christie looked at her, especially when she held her sore back.
Interior view, children's bedroom, daytime
Mrs. Brown hugged Christie and walked into the room with her shoes, and put Christie on his bed. She put the shoes on the appropriate positions in front of each person's bed. She looked at Christie's bare feet. Christie looked at them and smiled. Mrs. Brown gave him a tight hug. Then she stood up and rubbed her face with her hand.
Mrs. Brown: Christie. I have to go outside and make a call. You are waiting here.
Christie waited and listened to his mother on the stairs. There was a loud bang.
Interior, corridor,
Christie is on the top of the stairs during the day . His mother groaned at the foot of the stairs. Christie rolled over and flew down the stairs. He looked at his mother at the foot of the stairs and stretched out his feet to try to wake her, but she didn't seem to be awake. Suddenly, she roared loudly and clutched her belly. Christie stood up on one foot and leaned on the railing of the stairs. He managed to step over his mother who fell on the ground without hurting her. He leaped over her, holding his head against the ground. After a while, he started kicking the door.
Mrs. Brown: Christ, Mary, Joseph, where am I? (She looks at Christie, he and her look at each other) Christie, where am I?
She was in a coma again. Christie kicked the door. The expression on his face showed that he was trying to make all kinds of efforts.
Locations, streets,
no one left during the day . There is a sound of doors. Marceau went out to take out the garbage. She heard the noise and walked to the door. She looked in the mailbox.
Interior view, entrance hall,
seeing eyes from the mailbox during the day .
Interior view, entrance hall,
Marceau's viewpoint during the day . She could see Christie standing upside down.
Marceau: What happened, Christie? (Hearing a groan, she looks at the left side of the letter box. She sees Mrs. Buche lying on the ground) Christ, Mary, and Joseph.
She reached for the key through the mailbox and opened the door.
Exterior scene, street, during the day
when the neighbors crowded around the house, Christie sat alone on the street. The ambulance took Christie's mother away, and Christie watched it go.
Marceau: That is the grace of God, the door is not locked.
Nan: What happened?
Marceau: She fell while leading Christie downstairs. I heard a weird bang, and ran to the door. Poor Christie lay at the foot of the stairs like a fool.
Nan: He was a terrible ordeal for this poor woman.
Marceau: He should talk about shelters. His mind is like a three-year-old child.
Interior, living room, daytime
close-up: a children's book.
Marceau (Reading): Use A to make an apple. Use B to make a bus. Use C to make a car. Use D to make dance. You unfortunate poor worm.
Christie looked at Marceau.
Interior view, small kitchen,
Marceau opens the cupboard during the day .
Marceau: Do you want to take a look. Enough for an army. Anyway, you will never be hungry, Christy.
Interior view, Christie's house,
close up at night : a young baby lying in a children's cradle. Christie looked down at her on the bench. The children are doing their homework on the other side of the room.
Mr. Brown: Twenty-five percent of a quarter. It's a stupid question. Twenty-five percent is one quarter. You can't figure out a quarter of a quarter.
Sheila (she figured it out by herself): You can figure it out, right, Christie?
Christie nodded and said it was calculated.
Mr. Brown: What does he know?
Christie picked up the chalk. Tom looked at him.
Sheila: Mom, Mom, he picked up the chalk.
Mrs. Brown ran into the room.
Mrs. Brown: Quickly, Christie, write it down.
Christie drew a symbol on the ground. A long line. Sheila knelt down.
Sheila: What is this? (Christea draws another line to cross it) What is that, Christie?
Mr. Brown: Nothing. It's nothing. A crooked thread.
Mrs. Brown: Give him a chance. (Christie drew another line, so the whole thing looked like a crow's claw. He tried to change the direction of the chalk, but he failed. He wiped the line off with his heel and repainted. This time, the end of the line is crooked , Christie shakes off the chalk) Good job, Christie, here (pick up the chalk), try again.
Mr. Brown: Stop thinking about it, old woman. The child is disabled. Let's face it. It's no good for anyone to put weird thoughts in his mind. I'm going out for a drink.
Christie looked up at his father. His mother patted Christie silently behind him. He nodded to thank her for her appreciation, but when his father looked back, he caught her movement. Shaking his head discouragedly at her ignorance.
Location, street, during the day
three nuns staggered towards each other like penguins.
Interior view, children's bedroom,
Christie sitting on the bed during the day . There is a knock on the door. Mrs. Brown answered the door. We heard someone say "Christie Brown", "I was delayed" and so on. He heard them walk into the house and say "a cup of tea" and so on.
Interior view, children's bedroom,
his mother walked to the door during the day .
Mrs. Brown: I want you to meet some nuns, Christie.
Christie avoided her mother shyly. She went over and picked him up. Christie put her arms around her.
Interior, living room,
Mrs. Brown carried Christie into the living room during the day . She looked at her waist. Christie's left foot was wrapped around her waist like a vise.
Sister: So, it's this little boy Luo. What's your name? (Christie does not speak) Did you lose your tongue?
Mrs. Brown: Under the best circumstances, it is difficult to understand what he is saying.
Sister: Come here, Christie. (Christie holds onto his mother. He does not relax. He is frightened by the nun) What do you do when you are not at home looking after him? Mrs. Brown?
Mrs. Brown: Take care of his brothers and sisters.
Sister: But they will have their own family in the future. He can't communicate with others anyway.
Mrs. Brown: I know him.
Sister: Yes, but how can he express his meaning? Can he make an accurate confession? When his time comes, can he make peace with his creator?
Mrs. Brown: Would you like a cup of tea, mother?
Exterior view, Christie’s house. The
nuns leave the house during the day .
Sister: When Christie comes to stay with us, we will get him a large wheelchair so that he can move around.
Mrs. Brown said goodbye to them and closed the door. Christie still hugged her.
Interior view, Christie's house,
Mrs. Brown puts tea sets on the table during the day . Someone knocked on the door. Mrs. Brown was going to answer the door, but found that she couldn't move. Christie bound her leg with her left foot.
Mrs. Brown: Let go of my legs, Christie. (Christie doesn't relax. Mrs. Bush bends down to pick him up. She looks directly into his eyes) Don't worry about the old nuns. It's just that they don't have their own children, so they come to our children, but your mother is not a fool, do you understand what I mean?
She blinked and Christie smiled indifferently.
Outside scene, in front of the door, during the day
Mr. Brown is doing the finishing work of a trolley. It is made from the wheels of a stroller and a wooden box. It has a rough but strong appearance. Christie, Mrs. Brown and brothers The sisters are watching.
Mr. Brown: Tell you that it is better than any wheelchair!
Mrs. Brown: It's cheaper anyway.
Mr. Brown (looking at her without irritation): Put him in.
Mrs. Brown: Wait a minute.
She put a cushion in the box. Then carry Christie in.
Mr. Brown: Now it only needs the engine.
Sheila (naively): Are you going to install an engine in it? dad?
Mr. Brown: Yes. You are the engine—you are all.
Mr. Brown and his wife watched the children push Christie into the street, moving faster and faster.
Mrs. Brown: Slowly.
Mr. Brown laughed.
Location, street, daytime
all the boys huddled in a pile to read a magazine. We occasionally hear someone say: "Look at this", and there is a stormy call. Christie looked around from his car, wondering why people had forgotten him.
Boy: That's her stuff. You put your gadgets in for half an hour, and you will have a doll.
Another boy: If you work for an hour, you have twins.
Tom hit the boy on the head. All laughed.
Benny: Here comes mom, Tom.
Tom: Oh my god, this is not my magazine. (No one wants to take it and pass it to Benny) Hide it.
Benny: Where are you hiding?
Mrs. Brown has almost walked up to them. Benny grabbed the magazine and placed it under Christie's ass in the trolley. Christie tried to stop him, but didn't stop him.
Mrs. Brown: Right now, you all go in for tea.
She pushed away Christie's car.
Location, door,
Mrs. Brown wanted to take Christie out of the car during the day .
Tom: It's okay, mom, we will bring him in.
Benny and Tom pushed the car into the house.
Interior view, living room,
everyone has gone to sleep at night . Christie fell asleep in the car. His supper was on his lap.
Mr. Brown: He likes this trolley.
Mrs. Brown picked up Christie. There is an obscene magazine under his body. Mrs. Brown saw it.
Interior, living room, daytime
close-up: Christie's eyes contained real panic.
Father: And purgatory—you understand purgatory, Christy? You can leave the flames of purgatory, but you can never leave hell. do you understand?
Mrs. Brown: What should I do, Father?
Father: I think it would be better for him not to accept the sacrament at the moment, Mrs. Brown.
Mrs. Brown: Why, Father?
Father: I don’t think he can understand that what he has received is the flesh and blood of Christ. If evil invades his mind, he certainly doesn't know what it is.
Christie stared, her expression dull.
Interior view, church. At night,
Mrs. Brown hugged Christie and boarded the corridor of the church and sat down. A group of people in the east and west were praying.
Mrs. Brown: This is the night of All Souls' Day (note 2), Christie. Every time you say "our father" five times, five times "Blessed Maria", five times "how beautiful", one soul will escape the flames of purgatory and fly to Yaotang.
Christie looked dull and blank. Mrs. Brown was praying. People go in and out of the church to do superstitution. Mrs. Brown finished her prayers and picked up Christie. She walked out of the church.
Location, around the church,
Mrs. Brown wants to put Christie in the cart at night . He doesn't follow.
Mrs. Brown: What's the matter, Christie? (She looks at him for a while) Do you want to pray another prayer for those poor souls? (Christie looks dazed, but tries to say yes) Remember, Christie, even if we can't understand you, God can.
Interior view, church,
Christie sits on a bench seat at night , with his head against the front seat. From his point of view, we saw the magnificent dome of the church.
Location, street, at night
Mrs. Brown pushed Christy in the trolley forward. There was a lot of spring fire in front of them. A bunch of flames flew up into the sky.
Mrs. Brown: Look, Christie. there! there! God hears your voice, that is your soul flying to heaven.
Christie seemed happy. Suddenly, a grimace appeared in the corner completely covered in black. Christie was frightened.
Mrs. Brown: Look at you making him dizzy with fright.
Tom: Don't be afraid, Christie, this is just me. Your brother Tom. (Rubbing his face with his fingers) Look, wipe the boots.
The bonfire was burning. A little black-toothed girl dressed as a witch took a broom and walked towards Christie. Christie couldn't be frightened. Later, his sister Sheila came, wearing a sun ornament on her head, glowing with rainbow colors. The whole scene is a bit like the scene of "Brugier".
Interior view, Christie's house,
Mrs. Brown hangs an apple on the ceiling at night , and other family members are eating potatoes and boiled cabbage. Sheila feeds Christie.
Benny: I got it. I got it. (Take a piece of paper from your mouth and unfold it) Half a penny. It was a penny last year.
Mrs. Brown (whispering): Keep silent. Your father didn't even have the money to buy a pint of wine.
Interior view, Christie's house,
Christie tried to bite the apple hanging on the rope at night . His attack was ridiculous and uncoordinated. The apple dangled around his face. He finally gave up. His father walked into the room with a basin of water. Sheila is now trying to bite the apple. Her breasts look plump and obvious. Her attack is a bit sensual. Finally, she bit the apple.
Interior view, Christie’s house, at night
Mr. Brown: Alright. Here is the biggest reward tonight. Let's see who can get the three cents out of the basin.
Tom tried it first.
Tom: It's too deep. No one can get it.
Benny tried it, but failed discouragedly. Christie looked at her mother.
Mrs. Brown: Let Christie try.
Mr. Brown: What?
Mrs. Brown: Let Christie have a chance.
Christie probed into the basin to try. His head dipped in and moved for a long time, until he squeezed the three-cent coin to the edge of the basin. He seemed to hold on for a long time without moving.
Tom: He can't soak his head in for that long.
Mrs. Brown: He likes to stay in it for as long as possible.
After a long while.
Benny: I think he has drowned.
Sheila: Pull him out, Dad. Christie's breathing is not smooth enough.
Mrs. Brown: It's up to him.
A few seconds passed.
Sheila: Oh, no, he is dead, Christie is dead. (Screaming) He doesn't move anymore.
Father was going to reach out to pull Christie, and at the same time, he emerged from the basin with the three-cent coin in his mouth, and he yearned for air like a big white turtle. His body crooked to his father's side.
Mrs. Brown: He wants you to get those three cents.
Mr. Brown: Why?
Mrs. Brown (ask questions): Go buy a bar?
Christie looked listless.
Location, playground,
Christie rides on Tom's shoulder when they walk through the crowd in the playground during the day . His face was covered with chocolate, and he was holding an unfinished Swiss chocolate in his hand. When he saw the swivel chair, he grumbled a few times. His brother stopped, and they stepped up the steps, ready to sit in the swivel chair. The waiter saw them.
Waiter: He can't go.
Mr. Brown appeared.
Mr. Brown: Why? (He looks fierce)?
Waiter: Because he has a disability.
Mr. Brown: Don't get in the way.
The waiter was frightened and flashed aside. The children ran to the swivel chair and put Christie on the seat.
Location, playground, daytime
They wanted to take Christie off the swivel chair, but he wouldn't let it. He seemed to be demonstrating, as if somewhere in his heart, he felt for the first time that he and others were equal. When the swivel chair started again, he was still sitting on it. Mr. Brown and Mrs. Brown watched him whizzingly around.
Mrs. Brown: He is very happy.
Mr. Brown: Of course. He is the closest to normal at this moment in his life, my wife.
Interior view, Christie’s house,
everyone in the family is sitting at night . Mr. Brown sat reading the newspaper in frustration, and the children were doing their homework. Christie was sitting with chalk between her toes. He has finished drawing a straight line. The camera does not move: Christie's foot draws another line and crosses the first line at a 45-degree angle.
Sheila: Look at Christie, Mom, he is drawing a triangle.
After Christie drew the line and saw that everyone was watching him, he raised his foot to finish drawing the figure. He started in the middle of one of the lines.
Mr. Brown: He started in the wrong place.
Christie tried to connect the two lines, but when he stopped, the line twisted crookedly. Mr. Brown then picked up the chalk. He drew a triangle.
Mr. Brown: Look, Christie, this is a triangle.
Christie looked at him angrily. Wipe off the line his father drew.
Mrs. Brown: That's not a triangle, that's the letter A.
Christie grumbled vigorously to express his thanks. There is a sense of simple and natural self-defense here. This is the first sound he made in this film. The father looked at him cautiously, leaned on the chair, and looked at Mrs. Brown again. All the children looked at Christie. Tom came in through the door.
Tom: What's the matter?
Mr. Brown: Keep silent.
Tom (slightly threatening): I just said "what's the matter".
Mr. Brown: I just said "Shut up" (he started to untie his belt).
Tom (stands): I just said...
Father made a primitive roar---
Mr. Brown: Sit down.
Tom sat down and was stunned, a little uncomfortable.
Close up: Christie observes the family battle. Mrs. Brown ran out of the room quickly and returned with some money.
Mrs. Brown: Take it.
Mr. Brown: What is that?
Mrs. Brown: Money. Go for a drink.
Mr. Brown: Where did you get the money?
Mrs. Brown: From the elf. Go out and buy a glass of wine for a drink.
Mr. Brown: I don't need wine. I just need my family members to obey me.
Christie had picked up the chalk again and painted on the ground again. They are all watching him. He started drawing triangles or A letters again. He stopped after finishing the two sidelines.
Mrs. Brown: Continue painting, Christie.
Christie starts from the outside of the second line and draws another line back to make it a 45-degree angle.
Mr. Brown: If this is the damn letter A, I am Adolf Hitler.
Christie began to draw back from the top of the line.
Sharon: He is drawing another triangle.
Christie finished drawing the line. They are all observing.
Mrs. Brown: This is an M word.
Christie made another deep grunt. He immediately began to draw another letter.
Close-up: Beads of sweat ooze from his face and forehead. You might think he is giving birth. He drew a strange half-moon shape, and then continued to paint it as a rough O.
Mrs. Brown: O.
No one can speak. Christie made everything speechless. He continued to paint on the ground. This kind of writing produced a wonderful effect, as if he had discovered these letters, as if these letters were newly conceived by himself, and the strange letter system burst out because of the urgent need for communication. He wrote the letter T. Mr. Brown was dumbfounded, and read the word MOT (note 3). Christie then wrote the letter H. At this time, all the children felt that Christie was close to the edge of spelling "MOTHER". The younger ones couldn't help but put their arms around her legs. Mr. Brown stood alone, unaware that he had been isolated in this dramatic event. When Christie drew the letter E, a child said "Mother", but Mrs. Brown held out a finger to stop her, lest any harassment of the silence might destroy the incredible magic. The sweat beads on Christie's forehead are translucent. He continued to draw the letter R with fanatic power. After he finished writing, he looked at his father. Contempt, anger, and ten years of frustration all came in within a minute. Mr. Brown was shocked; Mrs. Brown and all the children waited for his response. Mrs. Brown was calm and relieved, and her inner understanding created humanity.
Mr. Brown: Good Jesus, Holy Jesus, Suffering Jesus. (Holds Christie) You are a good guy from the Browns. Christie is from the Brown family. (Holding him up high like a wine glass) Christy Brown. Give me the money, my wife.
Mrs. Brown gave him the money.
Location, street. At night
, Mr. Brown hugged Christie and walked onto the street, followed by his two eldest sons Tom and Benny. The doors and windows in the street opened one after another, and people wanted to see what was going on. Mr. Brown stood in silhouette under the lamp.
Mr. Brown: This is Christie Brown. my son. genius.
He walked forward.
Interior view, small hotel. At night
, Mr. Brown walked into the small hotel and put Christy on the bar counter with a plop.
Mr. Brown: Give this man a glass of wine.
The bartender poured a pint of wine for his father and gave Christie a glass of seven-up soda.
Mr. Brown: Straw.
The bartender took out a straw, and people gathered around to look at Christie. He looked at them, then knocked on the table with his feet. The father didn't know what he wanted.
Man: He wants to drink.
Mr. Brown put the straw into the wine, and Christie drank it. The wine tastes strange. People laughed. Christie looked at them, started to get angry, and drank a considerable sip through a straw. People applauded him. Christie smiled and knocked on the table with his foot. He finally became a member of the men's world.
Interior view, Willingdon's room.
Mary , who was reading at night , raised her head. She looked at Christie for a moment, his head tilted on his shoulders. Someone knocked on the door, and Dr. Cole, a charming woman, looked into the room.
Dr. Cole: Isn't he fine?
Mary: He is fine.
Dr. Cole: Sometimes he will be arrogant and noisy.
Mary: No, he was really good. He is asleep now.
Close up: Christie. He opened one eye to look at Mary and Dr. Cole. The doctor is gone, and from Christie's point of view, we can see Mary walking back and forth in the room. This is obviously due to Christie's special perspective, which shows that she has a beautiful figure and a dancer's demeanor when she moves. She stretched her limbs to take something from the shelf, exposing part of her thigh. Christie's eyes widened. Mary turned around, Christie closed her eyes in time and made a "sleeping" sound. Mary walked over and sat down to read a book. On the page in front of her was Christie's face and a ball of flaming hair. The inscription below is hell.
Interior view, Christie’s house,
celebrating Christie’s birthday in the evening . The whole family was present, including the children we met earlier, Tom, Benny and Sheila who are now grown up. There are 13 children in this family. Mrs. Brown lit the candle. When she ordered, the children counted.
Children:...Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.
Mr. Brown: Go on, my son.
Mrs. Brown: Christie is a man now. his dad. Here, Christie, seventeen candles. Take a deep breath and blow them all out.
Christie struggled, snoring and inhaling. He just started to blow, the little baby cried, and he stopped.
Brown: Don't let the baby cry, my wife.
Christie stared at his father. Sheila smiled at Christie.
Sheila: Take it easy, Christy.
Christie took a breath, but his eyes did not leave the mother who tried to coax the baby.
Tom: What wish do you make? Christie?
Christie looked at his mother, then at his father. He began to do his best to blow out the candles. The whole family watched as he tried to blow out the candles. We can see that the twelve brothers and sisters all hoped that he could finish, while Christie suffocated his face and tried to finish. After blowing out nine or ten candles, he had to stop.
Benny: You have to finish it in one breath, Christie.
Christie tried it again. There was only one candle left, and Christie tried to blow it out several times.
Benny: It seems to be a bloody fire in hell.
Christie picked up a birthday card with her toe and used it to fan out the last candle. The children cheered quietly. Then, at a signal, they ate up that plate of cakes. Mrs. Brown spoke to Christie in a
whisper—— Mrs. Brown: Don’t worry, you will have a wheelchair.
Location, street,
watching a football match through a barbed wire fence during the day , it looks like a prison environment. This is a tenacious and uncompromising street game. At the end of the court, we saw a white goal drawn on the black wall. It was Christie sitting the goalkeeper. A teenage player breaks through the defense and shoots. Christie pounced at the ball at full speed.
Close shot: The ball is pressed under Christie's head.
Benny: Good job, Christie.
Benny sitting on the sideline rubbed his feet. Another player ran over, trying to kick the ball into the net from under Christie's head. Tom pushed him away immediately, and Benny ran over from the sideline.
Tom: Don't touch his head.
The conflict subsided this time. Christie was ready to act and looked at everyone ferociously.
Tom: Serve!
The game continues. Christie watches the game, and a boy controls the ball on the other side.
Benny: Foul.
Boy: I'll free this ball.
Tom: Let Christie punish.
They brought Christie to the serve position. They put Christie in front of the ball.
Goalkeeper: You can't hold him.
Tom and Benny put down Christie. He stood in position, and everyone looked at him writhing and wriggling in surprise and absolutely silently. Close up: Christie's face. He worked hard. He couldn't stand still, and the opponent's goalkeeper began to laugh. He couldn't hold on and fell, but his eyes never left the goal. The goalkeeper laughed twice, Christie lay on his back and kicked with his left foot to score. The rest of the team blamed the goalkeeper.
Players: Why don't you look at it? You defeated a disabled person. You idiot.
Location, ruins,
a piece of corrugated iron during the day . Strange human body drawn with chalk. The boys peered through a hole. There is a boy collecting cents. The boys looked at Jenny's breasts from behind in a corner. Rachel sat on the wall a little further away. Benny walked out from behind a wall.
Benny (to Brian): You should look at her breasts. Just like them (gesturing).
Bryan: Would you like to see it, Christie?
Benny: It only cost a penny, Christie.
Christie (unintelligible): No!
Bryan: Right there, Christie.
Christie (unintelligible): No!
They pressed his head forcibly and forced him to look. The girl just looked at him. The other girl bent over to him.
Exterior view, wall,
close-up shot during the day : Christie's face was seen through the corrugated iron sheet.
Rachel: You are the most decent of this group. Do you want to kiss me? Here (refers to lips. She bends down to kiss Christie) A pair of beautiful eyes.
Interior view, children's bedroom,
Christie is drawing pictures at night . This is how he writes a love letter to Rachel. In the painting, Rachel is idealized, and Christie is part of a pair of floating men and women, maybe like Chagel or something, which is incredible. There is also the moon, and a heart with the letters RB and CB (Note 4) written on it, and an arrow passes through them. Many kiss lip prints and a little poem. Christie draws with the aid of a bicycle lamp. Outside is a bright moon. He is engrossed. The blue on the eyes is not easy to draw. Christie held the paintbrush in his mouth, and it took a lot of effort to paint a touch of blue. We heard Sheila's voice outside the picture.
Sheila: Ah, don't (laughs), Brendan, stop, don't be here. If my dad heard us, it would be miserable.
Location, street, night when
Christie continued to paint, they walked into the shadows.
The interior view, the children's bedroom. At night,
he draws a romantic view, contrasting with the sounds coming from below from time to time.
Sheila: Stop here. Brendan. Later.
Christie couldn't concentrate, one of his brothers snores in his sleep. Christie shone the light around the room. There seem to be ten children here, all boys and girls sleeping in this room. Christie turned off the light and lay down.
Interior view, children's bedroom.
Christie was not asleep at night . The moon is like water outside. Mrs. Brown and Sheila were arguing below. We heard Mrs. Brown yelling: "Are you a good girl?" Sheila replied: "I am. I am a good girl."
Close-up: Christie listened completely awake. We heard the door opening. Sheila walked into the room. She stood at the window and looked out. She proceeded to undress. When she was wearing slippers and underwear, her hands began to rub her body. Christie looked at her, and gradually, we heard his breathing become heavy. Sheila stopped to look at him.
Sheila: Are you okay? Oh my God, you are sweating, Christie. Are you sick? Look at the moon, Christie, how bright she is, isn't she? Go to sleep, Christie.
Interior view, Christie's house, night
Mr. Brown pushed his salary pocket in front of Mrs. Brown. She looked at it. Christie waited and watched.
Mrs. Brown: What is this?
Mr. Brown: This is holiday pay, isn't it? (Pause) I was fired.
Mrs. Brown: What about Christie's wheelchair?
Close up of Christie.
Mr. Brown (annoyed): Christie will have a wheelchair, okay?
Mrs. Brown: Why were you fired?
Mr. Brown: A brick hit the foreman's head. There was an accident for a reason.
The children are happy.
Mr. Brown: Don't refute me in front of the children, madam.
Location, street, during the day
Rachel and Jenny took the paintings and short poems we saw earlier.
Jenny: "Your beautiful, dazzling eyes are blue pools." (Looking at Rachel) Yes. "I often swim in the depths." Forgive me!
Rachel: Pretty cute, isn't it? Like a prince, it's Tom Brown.
Close up: Christie painted her portrait.
Jenny: Let me see. (Grabbing it in one hand) This is not Tom. It's Christie. Look, CB, Christy Brown. That cripple. (Rachel is taken aback. Ironically) Are you in love with Christie Brown?
Exterior view, Christie's house,
Rachel is in front of the door during the day . Jenny waited from a distance. Benny opened the door.
Rachel: May I have a word with Christie Brown?
Benny: Christie, someone is looking for you.
Christie walked out with his left foot, happy. His brothers whistled and teased kindly.
Rachel (takes out the text message): Did you draw it? (Christie nods) I can't ask for this. (Compassionately) I'm sorry!
She gently put down the painting. gone.
Jenny (turning back and shouting): Tell your brother Tom, we asked him to paint.
Christie was annoyed. Tom patted his head lightly, but Christie shook his hand away.
Interior view, living room,
Mrs. Brown scoops oatmeal into the children's dishes at night . There are 13 children in total. Mrs. Brown is pregnant again.
Tom: What is this?
Mrs. Brown: What does it look like?
Tom: Then we have porridge for dinner.
Mr. Brown: So what?
Tom: We have eaten porridge for breakfast.
Mr. Brown (more intensely): So what?
Tom (whispering): I don't eat anymore.
Mr. Brown: Eat it.
Tom: I can't eat it.
Mr. Brown: Eat it. (He stands up. Tom eats a bit) Eat more!
Tom spat out the porridge defiantly. Mr. Brown walked quickly to stand beside him. Tom began to eat. Christie muttered something. Tom and Benny looked at their father. They started to snicker and Tom laughed with tears in his eyes. Mrs. Brown looked at Christie punitively. She covered her chest. The metal box was gone, and Benny and Tom began to snicker. Christie murmured a few words, and they roared with laughter.
Mr. Brown: What did he say? (They laugh harder) What did he say? Wife.
Mrs. Brown: He just said the porridge was delicious.
Christie grumbled again, and the word "thug" seemed clear. Now the girls are laughing. Christie murmured a few more words, and everyone laughed.
Mr. Brown: Be quiet. (All Yajing. Christie began to whistle very quietly. Everyone tried to hold back a smile, but they couldn't help but laugh. Mr. Brown walked to Christie) Christie Brown, be quiet.
Christie closed her mouth, but when his father walked back to the plate of porridge, Christie blew again and then stopped. Mr. Brown looked at Christie angrily. He stood up, ready to take action. Weigh it. Close up: Christie, with a combative air. Mr. Brown looked at Christie, smiled and started to laugh again. He walked out of the room slowly. Mrs. Brown walked up to Christie to speak.
Mrs. Brown: Your father is a good man, Christie. He bald his fingers at work just to let you all have food.
Interior view, children's bedroom,
Christie painting alone at night , the hell picture we have seen before, he magically painted with his left foot. One or two children are sleeping on the bed. Mrs. Brown walked into the bedroom.
Mrs. Brown: I'm sorry, Christie, but everyone should sleep. (Christie mumbles something) I know you have to paint, but there is no coal downstairs, Christie. Don't put pressure on my spirit anymore. (Christie vaguely said "I'm sorry" and lay down. The children walk into the room) One day you will have a place of your own, Christie.
The interior view, the children's bedroom,
everyone was asleep at night , but Christie was completely sleepy. He listened attentively, and he heard the sound of springs on a certain bed. Then I heard another groan. He curled up and turned over to sleep, and he heard the sound of springs again.
Interior view, Christie's house,
Christie woke up in the morning , eyes gleaming, he kicked his brother Tom and Benny to wake up.
Benny: What's the matter, Christie? (Christie says a word vaguely) What? (Christie repeats) Coal? (Christie nods to indicate that it is.) It's too early.
He pulled the quilt and lay down. Christie touched them with his foot, and at the same time let out a roar like his father.
Christie: Coal-
exterior, street, daytime
Tom, Benny and Christie waited at the traffic lights at the head of the canal bridge. Once the truck stopped, they jumped behind the truck and started stealing coal. One of them got down from the front of the truck and almost caught Tom. They picked up the coal and ran away. Close up: Christie on the trolley thinks seriously. He yelled at Tom. Tom listened as Christie lifted his hands and feet up. Tom looked at Christie.
Tom: You mean behind the truck? (Christie nods. Tom ponders and pats Christie on the head) Wise. Really wise, Christie.
Outside scene, traffic lights,
a truck loaded with coal comes to a stop during the day . Tom walked to the truck casually, and the helper bent over in the truck and shouted.
Helper: Stay away from the back of the truck, or you'll kick you in the ass.
Close-up shot: Tom banged a car from the back of the truck. Then he walked to the other side of the truck and did the same thing. The red light turned green.
Benny: Nothing happened.
Tom: Wait until it goes uphill.
The truck walked onto the canal bridge, and the pressure of the coal caused the truck's door to slowly open. In an instant, the coal rolled out. Close up: Christie's face has a wicked smile. The trickling coal flow turned into a collapse, and before long, twenty tons of coal poured out of the truck like a waterfall. Christie showed excitement.
Location, street,
Christie was in his car during the day , completely dark all over. He sat on a pile of coal and smiled at his brothers.
Tom: We won't be freezing all winter, Christy.
Location, Christie’s house,
Mrs. Brown was surprised when she went to open the door during the day , she could only see Christie’s white eyes and a row of teeth.
Mrs. Brown: Oh! Christ, Maria, Joseph. What happened to you?
Tom: It's okay, Mom, it's just coal.
Mrs. Brown: Where did you get the coal?
Christie said something vague again. Benny started to laugh.
Tom: What did Christie say?
Benny: "It came out of the back of the van."
Tom laughed and looked at Christie, who laughed wildly like a demon, because he was the leader of the crowd for the first time in his life. He loves this position. Mrs. Brown looked at him very seriously.
Mrs. Brown: Christy Brown, don’t you know that stealing is a crime? Don’t you know that God is looking down on you? Can't move the coal into the house (she closes the door).
Interior, living room,
a lot of raging coals shining in the fireplace at night . Mrs. Brown is in the kitchen.
Mr. Brown: Come here and sit by the fire, my wife.
Mrs. Brown: The fire will only bring bad luck to the house. I went upstairs to sleep.
After a while, Mr. Brown followed her upstairs.
Tom: Let's read Christie's novel.
Christie looked gloomy. They produced a stack of manuscripts.
Interior, living room, night
Tom (reading): "Young Sir Peter is alone on the bed. He hears the front door—(Christie grumbles)—but it opens unconsciously. He notices a stick on the gravel. The huge front door slammed open heavily. It was too late for the young Sir Peter to call for help. His parents were in the manor house. He heard the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs. ."
Everyone was attracted by the novel. Christie looked at her mother, and she turned her face away. The mother did not listen, which made Christie feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, the grill of the stove made a noise. Everyone was so immersed in the novel that no one paid any attention, and Christie began to chirp.
Tom: "Sir Peter heard the footsteps stop on the platform. He jumped up from the bed, hid under the bed, his chest thumped."
Now, Christie is trying to get him to be noticed like crazy. He pointed to the flame and suddenly said a short sentence that we could hear clearly for the first time in this film.
Christie: Mom. fire Fire!
Mrs. Brown ran, she immediately reacted, ran to the stove, and grabbed the silver box with money that had fallen into the fire. She took the box out of the fire without thinking, her hand was burned, but she still didn't let go until she put it on the ground. She touched her face and looked at her hands in pain.
Mrs. Brown: Oh, Christ, Maria and Joseph!
Mr. Brown: Get water quickly.
Tom ran out to get water. Mr. Brown approached Mrs. Brown and held her shoulders. Tom brought a basin of water in. Mrs. Brown took the water and poured it gently on the silver box. The box was cold. Everyone looked at the box, and Mrs. Brown walked out of the room.
Interior view, kitchen,
Mrs. Brown rushes under the tap at night .
Interior view, front room, at night
Christie and her family looked at the box while listening to the sound of running water. Mrs. Brown came back to the room.
Mr. Brown: What's in the box, my wife?
Mrs. Brown: Christie's money.
Mr. Brown: What?
Mrs. Brown: Christie's money, bought him a wheelchair.
Mr. Brown walked to the box and opened it. There are a few banknotes in it. He took it out to count.
Mr. Brown: There are more than twenty pounds, my wife.
Mrs. Brown: There are 28 pounds, 7 shillings and 3 pence.
Mr. Brown: We are sitting in a cold place, breakfast and dinner are porridge, and you have 28 pounds, 7 shillings and 3 pence in the damn chimney.
Close up: Christie tried not to intervene.
Interior view, Christie’s house. At night,
Mrs. Brown and Sheila walked into the house and sat down. The baby was in Moses’ basket.
Mrs. Brown: Go out, Tom, let your sister sit down. The rest of you go to sleep.
Mr. Brown was reading the newspaper, and he looked at Sheila from the top of the newspaper. Christie left the room with the others.
Mrs. Brown: Your daughter is getting married.
Mr. Brown: Good news. when?
Mrs. Brown: Friday.
Mr. Brown: Why are you so hasty?
Mrs. Brown: She is pregnant.
Mr. Brown: Very good, very good. This is what we need. Who is the father, maybe you don't know?
Sheila: Don't blame me. This is not my fault.
Mr. Brown: Then whose fault is it, mine? (Shouting loudly) Christ, this is a lovely situation. The old mother is tight on herself, but her daughter can't put her legs together.
Mrs. Brown: Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.
Interior view, the children's bedroom. During the day, the
children were all listening in the bedroom. We heard the voice of the father outside the picture.
Mr. Brown (outside the picture): We are indeed on the thief ship. Right now, there are two broods of chickens under my roof.
Christie tried to draw the picture of hell. He is drawing big red eyes. Christie was almost finished, he could hear the sound of furniture beating downstairs and his father's voice raised with anger. Suddenly, he could hear clear words.
Mr. Brown (outside the picture): How dare you talk back to your dad, shameless little fairy.
Interior view, stair platform,
Sheila flew up the building at night . Father climbed a few stairs and stopped. He turned back and sat on the stairs, holding his head in his hands.
Mr. Brown: Oh, Christ, Mary and Holy Joseph! How can I live?
Interior view, children's bedroom,
Sheila walked into the room at night . The sudden appearance of eleven children watching this woman is not a good sign. Christie noticed her dark blue eyes. He muttered.
Sheila: It's nothing, Christie. (Christie grumbles, we understand that he said "Kill him". He looks for the way to the door) Christie don't go, please, Tom, Benny, stop him. (The boys try to stop Christie. He kicks them fiercely.) Christie, please, don't go for my sake. (Christie growls like a hound) Please, Christie.
Christie growled again. Sheila asked him not to go. Father's voice erupted downstairs.
Mr. Brown (outside the picture): Shut me up before I went upstairs.
Sheila begged Christie.
Sheila: Christie! (Christie gives in. We don't understand why. He is crying and laughing. Sheila puts her arms around him) I will miss you, Christie. Brendan wants to take me to England. Take care of my mother, okay? You are the only reasonable person, Christie.
Interior view, Willingdon room,
we heard applause at night . Mary looked up at Tanno Hall and quickly closed the book. Christie meticulously made a "woke up from a big dream" trick. He yawned.
Mary: Did you sleep well?
Christie: It's beautiful. I had a dream.
Mary: What did you dream about?
Christie: You chant. Who else can it be?
Mary looked at him. There was a brief atmosphere of tension. The door opened, and several actors walked into Willingdon's room. Mary is eager to recognize who is who. Dr. Cole led Lord Castawayan and Brown's family into the room. A servant brought in a large tray of champagne. All guests picked up a glass of wine. Christie's brothers declined, which only made the situation more awkward. Lord Castuwellan walked through the door and smiled at Christie. The servant behind him was carrying a tray full of Irish stout beer. Christie's brothers hesitated, and then Benny moved forward. Within two seconds, the tray was empty. A second tray with three glasses of dark beer appeared, and Christie's mother picked up one. Christie laughed.
Christie (screaming loudly): Let my mother look at your clock.
Lord Castuwellan nodded to Christie.
Interior view, staircase/foyer, the
exquisite clock that Lord Castuwellan winds up for him during the day , and let Mrs. Brown see how it works.
Interior view, Willingdon room, daytime
The humpbacked comical character in the puppet show showed the guests how the diacritical whistle works. His voice was sharp and loud, and Christie looked at the actor with a wry smile on his face. The comic character took out the whistle from his mouth and spoke normally.
Funny actor: I'm terribly thirsty.
Exterior scene, courtyard,
there is something like a slide in the distance during the day , from the point of view of the toddler, we see Lord Castuwellan appearing at the top. He went down on the slide noisily.
Lord Castuwellan: That's how it is played.
Christie's brothers teased Lord Castuwellan's antics while drinking stout beer. In any case, the drink in hand made them different and relaxed. They are almost as comfortable as they are in their own home.
Interior view, Willingdon's room. At night,
Christie observes a clown unloading and returning to normal appearance.
Interior view, Willingdon's room, the
guests scattered at night .
Christie: For the sake of Christ, give me a bar.
Mary poured Christie a glass of wine and gave him a straw. He gulped down.
Mary: Would you like me to loosen the bow tie on your fake chest?
Christie: Okay.
Mary: Don't worry, Christie, your book is very good.
Christie: The book is good. (He means it) Do you know what name I will give it?
Mary: What's the name?
Christie: Nostalgia... (He took a sip of wine and couldn't finish it)
Mary: Nostalgia .
Christie: Remembering a person who is physically and mentally unsound.
Mary: This is a terrible title.
Christie: This is my period of depression.
Mary: Did you type them all by typing with your left foot?
Christie: It's not my... (pause) nose to dry it.
Mary: It's really amazing. I really want to read it through.
Christie: Don't you want to stay a while and listen to them reading aloud?
Mary: I told you that I have a date.
Christie: Is he pretty?
Mary: Who?
Christie: Who do you date with?
Mary: Who said he was a man?
Christie: I don't care. See whoever you like, (pause) Is he?
Mary: What?
Christie: Pretty.
Mary: There are characteristics. (Pause) He is very elegant.
Christie: Do you love him?
Mary: You are very nosy, Christy Brown.
Christie: Just ask. Do you want a drink?
Mary: I don't drink it during working hours. I can't drink it.
Christie: I'll wait a moment.
Mary: I told you that I have a date.
Christie (lying): I forgot.
Mary: You work fast, right?
Christie (joking): Hey, read your book.
Mary (jokingly): When you stared at me, I couldn't see the book.
Christie: I look elsewhere.
He looked away. Mary laughed.
Mary: I really want to read a book.
Christie: Okay, let's see.
Mary looks at the portrait of Irene. Each letter is also spelled in capital letters.
Mary: She is very beautiful, isn't she?
Christie: It's more beautiful than this damn painting.
A close-up portrait of Irene, blond, elegant and beautiful.
Interior view, hospital,
Mrs. Brown sits opposite a nurse during the day .
Nurse (to the internal phone): Dr. Cole, please. Hello, Irene, spastic cerebral palsy of the upper limbs, he is nineteen years old, yes. (Mrs. Brown nods) That's right. I will write down his address, all right. (The nurse opens a book showing various wheelchairs) Dr. Cole thinks this might be the best style for your son.
Mrs. Brown looked at the sample and smiled.
Interior view, Christie's room, during the day
Christie is painting behind the easel at the end of the room. The walls are full of paintings. It is Christie's display in various periods. Their most prominent feature is their extraordinary power and intentional clear lines. Christie is drawing a surrealist painting, with an eye floating in the sky, and different body parts that are out of reality appear on a playground-like background. He looked at an abstract fragment of his painting, with several words "crimp" and "painter" on it. Someone rang the doorbell.
Interior, living room,
Mrs. Brown showing Christie's scrapbook to a beautiful lady during the day .
Mrs. Brown: This is Christie's first painting. (There are several pictures cut from newspapers) He has won awards for those paintings.
She continued to read. Paintings increasingly show style and skill. Among them is a painting he presented to Rachel, which was torn into pieces and reattached. Then there is an article about Christie in the newspaper.
Interior view, Christie's room, during the day
Christie heard footsteps on the stairs. He has been painting. His mother and an attractive woman walked in the door.
Mrs. Brown: Christie, this is Dr. Cole.
Dr. Cole: Hello, Christie. You are an amazing painter. (Christie whispers, expressing gratitude) I am a doctor, Christie, a doctor who specializes in cerebral palsy. We just opened a clinic in Dublin. Would you like to go?
Christie said some vague words. Dr. Cole looked at Mrs. Brown.
Mrs. Brown: He said he couldn't afford the medical bill.
Dr. Cole: We will arrange it somehow. We have a rich sponsor.
Mrs. Brown: How about, Christie? (Christie grumbles a long sentence. Dr. Cole smiles to Mrs. Brown) He said, "Hopefully it will be depressed to be postponed"? What do you mean, Christie?
Dr. Cole: I think I can understand. You will come a long time later, but as long as you come, we are happy to give you a chance.
Christie groaned something.
Mrs. Brown: He said, if that's the case, he can think about it.
Exterior view, Christie's house,
an ambulance is waiting for Christie outside the door in the morning . He came out in a wheelchair. The driv
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