text / (United States) Woody Allen
translation / Chen Mei
God, she is so beautiful... (Note 1)
(cut into)
Interior view, Hannah's suite,
frontal shot of Li in the evening , she Wearing a gray sweater, leaning against the doorway leading to the restaurant, smiling face-to-face at the camera lens, Eliot's voice was heard from the vocal cords.
Eliot's voice-over: God, she is so beautiful...
Li turned her head to look around, and then left the doorway. The camera followed. She passed a large bookshelf lined with books and photos. The bookshelf blocked her figure. She walked into a comfortable foyer, which was already full of people. Some were holding drinks, and some had just walked into the door of the suite. Everyone is talking, and the atmosphere is quiet and relaxed.
Eliot's voice-over: Her eyes are so beautiful, she looks so sultry in that sweater.
Li (laughing, greeting people around): Hi, how are you?
Two more guests came in, and the hall was full. Li walked towards the living room and hugged a child next to her. Elliott’s words and jazz music were on the vocal cords.
Elliott’s voice-over: I just want to be alone with her, hug her, kiss her...
Li has walked into the living room and said something to the child she just hugged.
Eliot's voice-over: ...and tell her how much I love her and care about her. Don't think about it, you fool. She is your wife's sister. But I can't control myself.
The camera continued to follow Palli, and she smiled and stopped to talk to her mother. Elliott's voice and jazz music continued to be heard on the vocal cords, overwhelming the humming and kind words.
Elliott's voice-over: I was totally fascinated by her. I have dreamt of her for months. Me—me, I think of her in the office. Oh, Li. (Sighs) What can I do?
After speaking with her mother, Li walked forward again. She walked past several guests, turned to greet Abello, and gave her a hard hug.
Elliott's voice-over: I heard myself speak out for you, which is really disgusting. Once, when...
Eliot's voice-over continued, the scene at the time appeared on the screen. Eliot was standing in a doorway, talking to a chubby man who spoke and gesticulates. Two people each held a glass of drink, and Li walked by with a tray on which was placed snacks and two glasses of drinks. The gap left in the middle of the doorway was very narrow, and both men had to raise the drinks in their hands to allow her to walk over.
Elliott’s voice-over:...When she squeezed past me in the doorway, I smelled the perfume on the back of her neck...
Elliott watched Rei; the man continued talking without noticing it. Eliot reluctantly answered him, but couldn't help turning his head to look at Li outside the picture while the man was chattering.
Elliott's voice-over: Oh my God, I thought I would faint on the spot! Be careful... the
camera returned to smiling Li. She put the tray next to Abello, and walked neatly through a doorway, where Elliott, who was completely unaware of his thoughts, was still staring at her desperately.
Elliott's voice-over: You are a decent economic adviser. It would be unconventional if you faint.
The camera aimed at Eliot, who was still staring outside the painting. In the background, the crowds of guests kept talking cordially. Hannah carried a plate of snacks and came behind the dazed Eliot.
Hannah (chewing): Eliot? Eliot? (Squeezing his shoulder) Family? (Elliott suddenly wakes up from his reverie and turns to face Hannah. She points to the plate in her hand) Have you tasted this? It's delicious. (Chewing and swallowing) Holly and her girlfriend made it.
Eliot took a piece, put it in his mouth, and ate it with Hannah into the living room along the bookshelf.
Elliott (swallowing): Great!
Hannah (while still eating): Isn't it delicious enough?
Eliot: Your sister is really an amazing cook.
Hannah (swallowing food): I know, I know!
Elliott and Hannah talked while eating, and went through a hallway to draw. Holly walked down the hall with a plate of snacks and drinks in her hand. She stood at the entrance of the hall, eating and watching the guests outside the painting.
Hannah (when she walks out of the picture): She is all-powerful for frying, cooking and frying.
Eliot (swallowing as he walks out of the painting): Not really. Your craftsmanship is also quite brilliant.
Hannah (outside the painting): Oh — I have eaten five dollars.
Eliot (outside the picture): Holly, why don't you open your own restaurant?
Holly (turning to face Eliot and Hannah outside the painting, choked by the food): Hmm, we have this plan. Hmm... (covering his mouth with his hand) Not opening a restaurant, but... (swallowing food) Abello and I plan to arrange a banquet for someone!
Hannah (outside the picture): What? Are you kidding me!
Holly (nods affirmatively): No kidding, we made up our mind!
Holly took a sip of the drink in her hand, and Hannah and Eliot walked to her.
Hannah: Nothing better!
Holly (nods, swallows food): Hmm... I mean, we like to cook food for friends, so (gesturing) we want to make some pocket money while waiting for the show to be performed, you understand Let's host a family dinner for others.
Elliott (nodding): Good idea.
Hannah (seconds): I think so too.
Elliott (at the same time): This is where your genius lies.
Holly (nodding while swallowing): I think so too. (Laughs with Hannah)
Holly (smiles to Eliot): Get out for me. (To Hannah) Can I have a private conversation with you?
Hannah: Of course you can.
Holly and Hannah walked away; Eliot looked at them.
Eliot (screaming at them while eating): I am her husband! She tells me everything!
(Cut in)
Interior view, Hannah's kitchen, evening
Hannah licked her fingers and walked from the front of the refrigerator to the side of the stove. The refrigerator was covered with various memo notes, and Holly followed her and began to talk. There was a faintly audible sound of music.
Holly: Hannah, I have to borrow some money. (Sipping a drink) Don't be angry.
Hannah (stirring the food in the pan): I'm never angry about this. Um?
Holly: This is the last time, I promise. And I keep track of everything.
Holly was drinking and talking while Hannah was busy in the kitchen, sometimes in the painting, sometimes outside the painting, listening and responding. In the middle of the kitchen is a large table, stacked with food dishes, saucepans and pans, and all kinds of cooking utensils that are necessary for family banquets.
Hannah: Please, Holly, don't insult me.
Holly (put the used cups and saucers on the table): One day, I will return them all to you.
Hannah: I understand. You—how much do you need?
Holly: Two thousand yuan.
Hannah was mashing a food on the table beside her, and hesitated a little.
Hannah (turning to face Holly, nodding as if nothing has happened): Uh-uh.
Holly (back to the camera, gestures): Hannah, I understand that the money is big enough, but my friend Abello and I have decided to host a family dinner for someone else. I think this is a great idea. (Hannah licks her fingers and walks past Holly. Holly manages to turn to Hannah's front) You admit that we cook well, right?
Hannah (nods, turns around and stirs the contents of the pot on the stove): Yes.
Holly (putting hands in her pockets): Well, if I want to do this, I have to buy a few things... (gesturing) I still have a few old accounts that I have to pay back.
Hannah (looking at sister): Can you tell me one thing, only one?
Holly (nodding): Okay.
Hannah: Is this still an old story about cocaine?
Holly (shaking her head to deny): I swear, I swear. Several companies have invited us to hold banquets.
A timer rang, and Hannah walked by Holly to look after the food on the other stove. Holly turned to face her. The camera moved closer to Holly. She explained the situation to Hannah outside the picture while eating absently. The sound of their parents singing in the living room came from the vocal cords.
Holly: I mean, obviously, I won't hold a banquet for people forever, you know. Abeiro and I still go to the audition. Maybe there will be an opportunity sometime. Moreover, the banquets are held at night, and I am free during the day, so I can continue to have acting classes. I haven't used drugs for a year.
Holly put another piece of food in her mouth. The singing in the background got louder and louder. The camera cuts in:
Interior view, Hannah’s living room. The evening
living room is full of relatives and friends. They sit comfortably around the piano, Han Na's father, Ivan, is playing the song "Enchanted", and Hannah's mother Norma is sitting at the piano and singing a duet with him. A little doll was sleeping on the sofa, covered with a blanket; a few guests were talking quietly, and the others were listening while eating and drinking.
The camera cuts back to the kitchen, and Li walks into the kitchen from the doorway holding a few glasses.
Li: Mom and Dad are nostalgic for their old love again.
Li walked to the sisters and put the glass on a table. Hannah stood by the vegetable washing pool and scraped the melon seeds from the melon. Holly leaned on the big table and sipped the drink in her hand. The three sisters chatted leisurely and naturally, and soft singing came from the living room.
Hannah (turning to Li with a smile): Hey, have you tried the fried shrimp balls made by Holly and others?
Li (nods to Holly, touches her arm): I think it's so delicious.
Hannah (to Holly), you did an unexpected job.
Holly (at the same time, smiling and shrugging): Ah, my goodness. thank you all.
Li (interrupting their conversation and telling Hannah): I need an antihistamine. Mom thinks she is about to commit her asthma again, so... Cigarette. Li continues to talk)...Before she turns into La Traviata again... (laughs)
Holly (immediately): No! Mom’s rush to get up in the morning is like a La Traviata.
Li (turning to Holly): At least she stopped drinking. Have you noticed?
Holly (nodding): Yes.
Hannah (turns to look at the two younger sisters): She looks pretty in new clothes, isn't she?
The three sisters were talking at the same time, and Hannah was still busy at the kitchen sink.
Hannah: Don't you think she is really beautiful?
Holly: She is indeed beautiful.
Li (turning to face the kitchen sink): No, she also understands it herself, because she is coquettish to all the men present.
Holly (smoke and mist): Oh my God.
Hannah (continues to scrape the melon seeds): Maybe she will have to wait until she is eighty years old, so she won't tighten the garter belt whenever a man is there.
Holly (speaking to Li with a smile): I should wear a pair of garters.
Li (laughs): No.
Holly (looking down at herself): Equipped with a pair of garters... (sipping a sip of wine) with a pair of garters to seduce men.
Li (laughs to Hannah): Where is the antihistamine?
Hannah: Oh, I don't know... Ask Eliot. Well, he put it away.
Li nodded and walked out of the kitchen. Holly was smoking a cigarette and looking at Li's figure.
Holly (sighs): Frederick didn't come with her.
Hannah (turning to face Holly, still working on her hand): Has Frederick been here with her for a while?
Holly (speaking in a low voice through gritted teeth): Humph. He is so angry... he is an annoying person. I thought she would move out!
Hannah shook her head disapprovingly, and Holly took another sip of wine angrily.
The film briefly cuts back to the living room: Ivan is still playing and singing. The camera moved past him and several guests stopped on Norma. She sang vigorously, waving her hands while looking at Ivan.
(Cut in)
Interior view, Hannah’s restaurant, evening
This is the feast of Thanksgiving Day. The dining table is magnificently arranged, with candles, flower arrangements, crystal utensils, fine porcelain tableware and silver tableware. Hannah's children are playing in the dining room, and Hannah walks into the dining room with a huge plate of roast turkey. Holly followed her with a covered baking pan. The singing of their parents was heard in the background.
Hannah (to the kids): Be careful, guys. (Imitating the sound of car horns)—it!
Holly (at the same time): Oh, your children are so lovely. (The children say goodbye and walk out the door. Holly puts the things in her hand on the table) Oh my God, it's the loneliest during the holidays.
Hannah (put the turkey on the other end of the table): Oh, really. Well, do you understand, it is precisely for this that I invited Phil Gomeki here today.
The sisters were talking, the piano stopped, and there was a faint applause. Ivan sang another song, and the sound of the song reached the restaurant.
Holly (makes a bitter look after hearing Hannah's words): Oh, Hannah!
Hannah (at the same time): Well, it's hard for anyone to say---
Holly (interrupting her, gestures): He is a person who can do nothing!
Hannah: He is not a person who accomplishes nothing at all.
Holly (shaking her head): Oh, he really did nothing.
Hannah (At the same time, lighting a pair of candles on the dining table): He is the principal of Daisy School.
Holly: Oh, it couldn't be better! As soon as I saw him, I thought of Ichabod Klein (note 2) (twitching the muscles of his throat up and down) as long as he is excited, his Adam's apple will jump up and down.
Hannah (laughs): He is much better than your original husband. He has a good job. (Hands the match to Holly) Can you light these candles? He—he is not a drug addict either.
Holly (wiping a match to light another pair of candles): Let me rest for a while.
Abello (outside the picture): Will I bother... (The film cuts to Abello, she is standing in the doorway of the restaurant with a drink in her hand) What about the private conversations of the sisters?
Holly (outside the picture): Come in.
The camera followed Abelo to the dining table, and she watched Hannah and Holly light candles.
Abello: Oh, that's great... (gesturing). Because there is no single man to like tonight.
Hannah (enter screen): Oh, listen to me...
Holly (interrupting her, waved out the match): I know. Too bad!
Abello (shaking his head): I mean I searched everywhere.
Hannah (pokes the turkey, makes a gesture): Maybe Abeiro will see Phil. His name is Phil Gomeki, the tall man standing next to the piano.
Holly snorted helplessly, looked at her sister, and Abello took a sip and nodded.
Abello (referring to himself): Me? Ah, yes. I have met Phil.
Hannah (looking at Abello, nodding inquisitively): Huh?
Abello: He is—Does he look like Ichabod Klein?
Hannah shrieked and walked to the end of the dining table, and when she passed Holly who was laughing, Holly couldn't help but point her finger at her. Hannah was still smiling, and jokingly pushed Holly's condemning finger away.
Abello (while smiling and making gestures): I like this analogy. This is the type I like.
Hannah (shakes her head, laughs): I don't believe it! (
Walks to the nearby porcelain cabinet) Abello (nods, looking at Hannah): No, really. I really like him.
Holly (at the same time, laughing and gesturing): No, it's true, let's not be discouraged.
Holly continued to make her sister happy. Hannah opened a drawer and took out two apples. The turkey head and turkey tail were made of paper on the apples, and they were handed to Abello.
Holly (fiddling around the dining table): Sooner or later Hannah will invite some men who don't look like Ichabod Klein. (Abello puts the "turkey" apples on the dining table. Hannah doesn't speak, and then takes out two of the same apples and puts them on the dining table. Holly puts a cutlery neatly) This Thanksgiving can't keep up, you knowledge.
Hannah (At the same time, to Abello who just put the apple): Here you are. Hand lightly.
Holly (continue to be happy, gestures): Maybe wait for Christmas or New Year. Can’t catch up with the New Year this year, maybe the New Year next year. (Holly was busy talking, Hannah handed her the last "turkey" apple, accidentally letting the toothpick that stuck the head and tail of "turkey" stabbed her, Holly was surprised) Oh!
Cut into the short passage leading to the bathroom in Hannah's suite. There is a floor lamp in the foreground. In the background, Elliott walked into the bathroom and looked around the room. There was a soft piano sound.
Eliot (looking): It must be somewhere here.
He walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the camera along the aisle.
Li (outside the picture): Oh, you know, I—I like the book you lent me. "Easter Parade," right? you are right. It has a special meaning to me.
Eliot: How about Frederick? He didn't come.
Eliot walked into the bedroom, and Li continued talking outside the painting. The camera left Elliott and moved across the room, past a wall with framed paintings, a baffled bed, bedside tables and lamps, framed in Li. She was flipping through a book by the window with the curtains closed.
Li (from outside to inside): Ah, you know Frederick. He is making trouble about his emotions again. Actually this week is good. He, uh, sold one of his paintings.
Elliott (outside the picture): Ah, great.
Li walked around the room, the camera followed. She passed another window with curtains, a TV, and a desk with a movable top. While talking to Eliot outside the painting, she flipped through the book absent-mindedly.
Li: Yes, that's great. It's a good sketch of him, a very beautiful nude painting. Actually, it was me who painted. (Laughs) You know, this is weird, and it's weird to think that you are naked in the living room of a stranger. (Li puts the book in her hand on the desk and picks up another one. She looks at Elliott outside the picture) Well, I can’t recognize me anyway, although... (pause) Your face is all red , Eliot.
She was puzzled. The camera moved to Eliot, who was flushed red, and followed him through the room.
Eliot (smiling hurriedly): Really? So, what else? You-how are you?
Li (outside the painting): Oh, I don't know. My unemployment benefits are almost used up. Well, I wanted to use the last bit of savings to take a few courses at Columbia University.
Elliott opened the curtain on the wall and revealed a stereo record player and several records.
Elliott (look at Li outside the picture): What class would you like to take...?
Li (outside the painting): I'm not sure.
Eliot took out a bottle of antihistamine from the singing rack, the camera moved back to Li, she was sitting on the bed with a book in her hands.
Li: Maybe it's sociology or psychology. I always feel that I like to be with children.
Elliott (walking to Li, sitting on the footstool, holding the antihistamine bottle in his hand, making gestures): It happens that I, I often meet customers who want to do interior decoration. Maybe someone will be interested in buying a few paintings. I can, can I call you? (Chuckling uncomfortably)
Li: Of course you can. (Receiving the medicine bottle in Eliot's hand) You know, uh, Frederick really appreciates if he can sell the painting. (She giggles, Elliott laughs too)
Hannah (outside the picture): Hi, guys! (Elliott hears his wife's voice and turns his head) Dinner is ready. (Hannah eats a carrot and walks into the bedroom. The camera follows her and walks towards them)
Li (outside the picture): Great.
Hannah (at the same time): You look so beautiful.
Li (outside the painting): Come on.
Hannah (standing next to Eliot and Li): She looks so beautiful, doesn't she? (He nods and agrees)
Li: I ran into your... ex-husband, I ran into him on the street two days ago.
Hannah (takes a bite of carrot): Oh, really?
Li (signing): He, he is still as crazy as he used to be. He is about to go for a blood test. (Laughs, Elliott also laughs)
Hannah (stunned): Oh my God, Mickey is really a hypochondria. If he really gets sick, he still doesn't know how to treat it?
Elliott (stands up): Let's go eat too, okay? (Hannah agrees)
Li (stands up): Good idea.
(Cut in)
Interior view, restaurant,
everyone sitting around the Thanksgiving dinner table in the evening . Holly, Rei, Norma and Hannah face the camera. Eliot was sitting on the owner's seat at the end of the long table, Hannah and Ivan were sitting on either side of him, and Abeiro was sitting on the other side of Ivan. Starting from Abello, the other guests all sat with their backs to the camera. The table was filled with food, decorative flowers and candles. The children are sitting on another small table in the background, and a maid is giving them turkey. Everyone talked while eating, very at ease.
Ivan (tapping the glass with silver utensils): Please note, ladies and gentlemen...
Holly (being a strange face): Dad. (Ivan continues to tap the cup) Dad... (Li helps out) Dad!
Ivan (still knocking): No. Please note...
Holly: I'm starving! (She reluctantly puts down the knife and fork. Rei smiles quietly. Norma looks at Holly and Rei after hearing the sound. Everyone knows that this set is coming again)
Ivan (keep knocking): …toast! I made a toast.
Hannah (smiling and reaching across the table to reach for Ivan's glass): Take his wine away!
Ivan: I made a toast. You all know that this sumptuous Thanksgiving meal is all... (Holly laughed, and Rei glanced at her after hearing it. Hannah was embarrassed and covered her face with both hands. Rei and the other guests put down their knives and forks and listened. Ivan speaks) Prepared by Hannah...singly.
Hannah (made a V shape with her fingers embarrassedly (Note 3), and pointed to the maid humbly): Well, I also rely on Mavis... for help.
Norma heard Rei and Holly laughing, gave them a look, and stopped them.
Elliott hugged Hannah, and lovingly brought her to her side and kissed her on the cheek. She also hugs him.
Hannah (snuggling to Eliot, facing everyone): Holly and Abello, thank you for your help.
The maid Mavis left the restaurant with a few trays, and everyone began to cheer and applaud. Holly raised her napkin and waved it at Abello, then raised her glass.
Ivan (on the noisy background speakers): No, it's all due to you alone.
Holly (at the same time, to her friend): Abello, Abello!
Hannah (at the same time, gesturing): I'm doing a thousand things... I've been busy all day.
Yiji (at the same time, raising the glass): Cheers to her, we all toast to her remarkable achievements this year... She performed "Doll's House" very successfully!
The crowd continued to cheer and greet Hannah. She smiled moved, but embarrassed.
Norma (laughing): Yeah —! I also played Nora. I'm really reluctant to tell you how long ago it was... (Norma's words calmed everyone down and drank the wine from their glasses. Rei and Holly couldn't help but want to laugh. Mavis walked into the restaurant for the children. We add food) Now, I think even Ibsen will be proud of our Hannah.
Norma greeted her daughter, and everyone followed suit. There was another burst of cheers and applause. Hannah giggled when she saw this. Abello and Norma urged her to reply loudly.
Hannah (looks around the table, everyone calms down, a few people are drinking): I don't know what to say. Oh no, I just said, I am very lucky, very lucky. After having a child, I decided not to do anything anymore, but just, you know, taking care of my family wholeheartedly, I also lived very, very happy (lightly hitting the table with my fist) but... I always have a silent wish, I hope that there may be a precious opportunity to induce me to return to the stage... (Ivan approves it) Even if it is a short time. Now that my wish has come true, I can go back and do what makes me happy. (Hannah gently holds Elliott's hand and looks around the family and friends around the dining table. He also squeezes her shoulders and knees, and giggles softly)
Ivan (laughs): Good talk! Well said!
Hannah, still embarrassed, looked down at a plate. Everyone once again applauded, saluted, drank, and congratulated her warmly.
(Cut in)
We all had a very happily
outside scene, the streets of Manhattan, at night
A taxi drove towards the camera along Broadway, passing by a truck on the right, the marquee where "The Cats" was staged at the Winter Park Theater, and several buildings. Classical music sounded at this time. The taxi drove outside the painting, and the camera cuts into the back seat of the car. Li sits beside the car window with her hand on her cheek in thought. Her voiceover came.
Li's voice-over: Is this my imagination, or does Eliot mean something to me? (Laughs lightly) It's funny. I thought about it in the past. He is always very thoughtful and considerate to me. He blushed when he and I were the only two in the bedroom tonight. I don’t know if he and Hannah are happy? Really interesting, I... I still feel warm to his diligence.
(Cut in)
Interior view, Frederick's attic. In the evening
Li sits at the table in the modern kitchen in the attic, stirring a cup of coffee and a bottle of flowers next to her. She carried her coffee through the attic, which had a high ceiling and painted beige walls.
(Li to Frederick outside the painting): Would you like coffee or tea?
Frederick (outside the painting): No, thank you.
Li continued to walk, passing a new-style recliner, a bookcase, a few sofas, and two bottom-to-top columns. The chandelier hung from the ceiling, and classical music continued to be heard in the background. Rei stopped by the workshop that was blocked by plastic sheeting in a corner of the attic. Through the transparent plastic sheet, you can see Frederick painting beside the easel in the workshop.
Li (stirs the coffee): Would you like something to eat?
Frederick: No, don't eat anything. (The background music ends)
Li: Do you really not eat it?
Frederick: Never eat.
Li (walking around the plastic sheeting towards Frederick): I really can't help you! (Laughs)
Frederick sat there attentively wiping the paintbrush with an old cloth. Rei walked to him and leaned toward the easel, looking straight into his eyes. The desk next to him was piled with tubes of paintbrushes and painting supplies.
Li: Oh my goodness! (Sniffing) Why don't you go today? We all had a very happy life. I really feel that you will feel happy when you go.
Frederick (avoiding Li's eyes): I'm now at a stage in my life where I can't get along with others. (Put down the paintbrush and use the old cloth to make a hand) I am not going to abuse others.
Li: You will not abuse them. They are so cute.
Frederick (takes off his glasses): Li... (pauses, holding Li’s hand) I can only get along with you alone...I only look forward to being with you (pull Li from the easel to her side) )
Li (complainingly): You are too rude to others. do you know?
Frederick (holding Li, looking at her): I love you, isn't that enough?
Li: You are really hard to understand. (Chuckles) Treating me so well, but... so contemptuous of all other people. (Sighs)
Frederick (sniffs): Well, there was a time when you were happy as long as you were with me. You want to learn everything, poetry and music. ...Have I really taught you everything I know? (Shakes his head) I'm afraid not.
Li (kissed Frederick twice, released her hand and walked out of the workshop, then turned around and said): Oh, Eliot said he might find you a buyer or two.
Li walked to the place where the stereo record player was in the attic and rolled up her sleeves as she walked.
Frederick (outside the painting): Could it be said that all the incompetent children he dealt with have a deep affection for art?
Rei took a book from the record shelf and leaned on the shelf to read the book.
Li: Hmm, it's hard to say. (Laughs) Can't tell. He just kindly helped.
Frederick (outside the picture): He came for you.
Li (raising her head): Me?
Frederick (putting his hand in his pocket, walking past Rei from the workshop, watching her): Eliot is pursuing you.
Li: What is your basis? You have never seen him.
Frederick (walking to the bedroom): According to...As long as you have seen him, you always bring back a list of books that he wants you to read...(He sits at the foot of the bed and takes off his shoes) Or he wants you to read movie……
Li (walking to him): Ah, no, no, no. He is my brother-in-law. I think as long as you give him a chance, you will also like him. He is a very smart man. (Sitting next to him)
Frederick (holding her hand): He is a famous accountant, and he is chasing you. (Kissing Li's hand) I would rather sell my paintings to people who know how to paint than to rock stars. (Kissing Li's face) Do you understand?
Rei kissed him back, they hugged him tighter and tighter, and Frederick smiled.
(Cut in) The interior of the
hypochondria
, the passage of the TV station, the
elevator door opens in the evening , and the energetic TV producer Mickey Sachers talks with his two assistants, Paul and Laurie, as they come out of the elevator. The elevator door closed, and Mickey and the assistants who followed him walked along the aisle of the TV station office, meeting with groups of busy TV station personnel from time to time. There were cheerful jazz music and vague conversations on the vocal cords.
Mickey (gesturing): They won't let us play that skit? What does this mean?
Paul: You can talk to the program inspection department. He said the skit was too nasty.
They passed by another assistant, Mary, who was holding a writing splint and was talking to two colleagues.
Mickey: But they have seen our rehearsal (he grabbed Mary by the wrist and walked forward without any confusion), do you understand what they are doing? They have spent time thinking about the meaning of the words in the lines.
Now it was Mickey and Mary in front, Paul and Laurie behind, and the four of them walked down the corridor to the doorway.
Mary: Mickey, we need a 30-minute show!
Laurie (to catch up with Mickey): We are short of shows! Five minutes to play!
Mickey: How could it be missing? We have plenty of time to calculate.
Four people turned from the doorway into another passage, and people came and went in a hurry.
Paul: If we pull down that skit, we will be short of ten minutes.
Mickey (signing): I don't believe they would really deal with us like that. We should be on in thirty minutes, right? (Mary looks at her watch while walking)
Laurie (squeezing from the crowd): They dare to do this because our ratings are low.
Mickey (rubbing his forehead uneasily): I have a terrible migraine.
The four people passed an open door, and another assistant, Gail, waved her glasses and rushed out the door.
Gail: Hi, Mickey! (She rushes in front of the four of them, turns around, and walks backwards facing the four of them without fail, saying and gesturing eagerly) Listen! Go to Ronnie's dressing room. The child took at least thousands of tranquilizers. I'm afraid he won't be able to play!
Mickey (face up to the sky): Oh my god, why did you meet me? What am I—
Ed Schmidt of the Program Censorship Department stood in the aisle and waited, interrupting what Mickey was about to say. Mickey stopped and shook hands with him as if he had expected him to wait there. Gail was still standing next to Mickey, and the others walked into a doorway of the studio in the background.
Mickey: You—(referring to) from the Program Inspection Department?
Ed: Yes. My name is Ed Schmidt.
Mickey: Okay. Why did this short play suddenly become an obscene one?
Ed (making gestures): The molestation of children is a very sensitive subject.
Mickey (hands on hips): You read the newspaper! Half of the country is doing this!
Ed (pointing to Mickey): Yes, but you name it.
Mickey: We never—we didn’t name it! (Turns around for help, pats Gail on the shoulder) We are talking about the Pope.
Gail (signing vigorously): We have always said the Pope!
Ed: Anyway, that skit can't be broadcast.
An author came out of the studio with a notebook in hand and called them. Mickey, Gail, and Ed turned around.
Author (shaking his desk angrily): Who changed my skit?
After a wave of unrest, one after another, Mickey and Gail left Ed and walked towards the aggressive author.
Mickey: I have to make some deletions. It's just four terrible lines!
Author: You have destroyed the whole idea!
Mickey (walking towards the aisle of the studio with Gail and the author): Ah, you are crazy! Your script is not that delicate. Now all the characters and all the lines are consistent.
Gail (trying to attract Mickey's attention, tapping his shoulder): Mickey, listen, listen.
Author (interrupting her angrily): I don't listen to you! I don't want anyone to change my damn script behind my back! (Pointing to Mickey) Do you really want to delete? ! I will delete it myself!
Mickey turned around in shock. Standing in front of a dressing room with wide open doors, he saw the actor Ronnie sitting unconsciously on a chair facing the mirror. Someone was walking around behind him.
Mickey (shrugs, absent-mindedly): It's up to you, up to you. (Muttering) You know...
Gail (interrupting him): Why don't we replay the gay dance show of Cardinal Spellman and Ronald Reagan, and use it to replace the skit of molesting young children?
Mickey (still flustered), no —
Ronnie: I feel uncomfortable, Mickey.
Only then did Mickey think of Ronnie and rushed into the dressing room. Gail followed. A man and a woman are talking indoors and drinking from the same paper cup. The woman looked back at Ronnie and waved her hand in disgust.
Mickey: Ah-ah, what did you do? Swallowed a drugstore?
Ronnie (coughing and humming): My throat is hoarse.
Mickey (shocked at his voice): Oh, my God!
Gail: Luo-Ronnie, did you know that your show should be aired in 25 minutes?
Mickey (pressing his stomach and looking around): Who has painkillers? Me, my stomach hurts to death.
Ronnie (sighs): Do you want a tranquilizer?
We can see in the mirror that Mickey is walking around in pain.
(Cut in)
Exterior view, Beverly Hills Avenue, daytime
Norman, a Los Angeles TV producer and former collaborator of Mickey's, drove down the deserted, palm-lined boulevard. He wears sunglasses and earphones, twisting his fingers to the beat with the music in the earphones. Norman smiled contentedly, and Mickey's voice-over was heard in the sunny background. The constant jazz sound gets stronger.
Mickey's voice-over: Christ, this show broke my body! My original partner moved to California, and every stupid show he made was a sensation. Dude, how can I go down? Speaking of which, I—I... Don’t forget to see my ex-wife tomorrow. Gee.
(Cut in)
Interior, Hannah's foyer. As
soon as Mickey's voiceover fell during the day, Hannah was seen walking towards the door of her house. She opened the door with her back to the camera. Mickey was wearing a coat and holding two bags of gifts standing outside. The jazz music ceased.
Hannah: Hi! Hi! It's a rare good thing that you can show up.
Mickey (gesturing): I only have two minutes.
Hannah: That's good. (She nods, Mickey enters the door, she closes the door)
Mickey: I only have two minutes. Because, God, this show is killing me. I have a million appointments today. Somehow it became like this. (Hannah still listens patiently, pats him on the shoulder, and the two walk from the hall to the activity room. The twins are playing in the activity room.) I'll see the new comedian in a while, I'll get...
Han Na (interrupting him): For your sons birthday, spending two minutes will not kill you, you know. (Mickey walks towards the twins before she finishes her words)
Mickey: Happy birthday, guys! happy Birthday! (The twins welcome Mickey with "Hi, Dad!" and the like.)
Hannah (bends down to the children): Boys, look at what Dad brings. gift!
Mickey gave two packages of gifts to the two children. They stopped talking and suddenly became shy.
Mickey (to the children): Ah, you don't want to, you understand... (stretches out his arms, gently) Um, hi! Give it a hug! how to say? How about you take some initiative?
One of the twins put their gifts on the sofa and the other on the coffee table to hug Mickey.
Mickey (turning to Hannah): Is everything all right? (Hannah nods and picks up the present on the sofa) That's good, that's good. (Refers to gifts) Alright, lads, you can open the gifts.
Hannah: Come on, boys, open the present.
Hannah opened the side of the coffee table and put the present in her hand on the coffee table. The children unpack.
Mickey: Dinghao reacted to me a little when unpacking. (To Hannah) How about Eliot?
Hannah: He is fine. Oh, did you know? I am persuading him to produce a play.
Mickey: Oh!
Hannah: I think he will be satisfied.
Mickey (nodding): Really? I think it could not be better for him.
Hannah: I think so.
Mickey: I like him. I think he is very pleasing. (Hannah hums, pats a son on the head) I have only met him a few times... (pointing to the softball glove that the Twins took out of the gift box) Is this glove great?
First twin: Thank you, Dad.
Mickey (continues to Hannah): He—he is just like me, shy and clumsy.
Hannah (laughing): I know, I know.
Mickey (at the same time): So I like people like this. I always like people with low confidence...
Hannah (touching a softball glove): This is great. You know he always wants a pair of gloves. (She helps twin second to open his gift. It turned out to be a football)
Mickey (still talking): I, uh... you always have good eyesight for finding a husband...
Hannah (chuckling): Thank you , Thanks a lot. (Leaning over to watch rugby) This ball is so beautiful!
Mickey: Isn't it great? (Pointing to the front, to twin second) Go there.
Hannah: This is football! (Twin Oto chasing the ball out of the picture wheezing)
Mickey: Come on! Hurry up! Watch the ball! (Pointing, receiving the ball) Go to the Song Dynasty vase and catch the ball! (He throws the ball) How about it? (He makes a whistle)
Hannah (pointing outside the painting): Hey, damn — be careful, be careful of the hanging painting. (There is a sound of breaking glass. Hannah and Mickey are shocked.)
(Cut in)
Exterior view, a street in New York City. During the day,
Mickey walked along a street in the West Side with his hands in his coat pockets. His voice-over was on the vocal cords, set against the background sound of jazz music.
Mickey's voice-over: Hey, Hannah is such a nice person. Although sometimes I think of something and get angry. Oh, hell. At least I don't have to feed the children. (Sighs) Oh, my god, I hope my body is fine.
The camera cuts into the clinic, and Mickey pushes open the door of Dr. Abel's office. Looking through the doorway, I saw the doctor standing in front of the medical records cabinet looking for medical records.
Dr. Abel (takes out Mickey's medical record): This time, uh, what's the problem?
Mickey (outside the painting): This time I think I really have a problem.
The doctor walked towards Mickey outside the painting. The camera followed the doctor from the wall outside the door. The doctor left the doorway and hid behind the wall. The camera moved through the dark wall of the examination room to the second doorway, which is visible from this doorway. Mickey sat on a stool and continued to talk to Dr. Abel outside the painting.
Mickey: I mean, I have absolute certainty, I-I... you have to understand, I mean, this time is not like the last time I thought it was tonsil hypertrophy, you understand, then I don’t Knowing that my tonsils have been removed long ago. (The doctor also enters the second doorway. He sniffs and stands in front of Mickey and bows his head to listen to Mickey's down.) But, at that time I was younger than I am now, so...
Dr. Abel (interrupting him) ): Do you know, I checked your father's sinuses a few days ago... (Mickey puts his hands on his chest and listens to him)... Then, uh, he said he had chest pain.
Mickey: This guy is the suspicious patient in our family, I mean, he—you understand...
Dr. Abel (interrupting him): You said on the phone that you feel dizzy.
Mickey (hands on her knees and rubbing back and forth): Yes, a little dizzy, and, I feel it, I feel that my right ear's hearing is starting to go wrong (poke the ear)... Maybe it's the left ear, Mine, my left ear... Ah, no-no-no. No, sorry. It is my right ear, my right ear, my right ear or left ear. (Doctor laughs) I can't figure it out either.
Dr. Abel: Check it out.
The rhythmic orchestral music came from the vocal cords, and the doctor began to examine the restless Mickey. First, a close-up of the doctor using an otoscope, and then an audiometry test. The doctor's hand controls the knob of the audiometer, and Mickey sits on a high stool next to the audiometer with headphones on. He was so concentrated that he narrowed his eyes. When he heard the sound coming from the earphones, he stretched out his fingers. The doctor flicked the large tuning fork with his hand and brought the trembling tuning fork close to Mickey's ear. He looked up at the doctor and nodded.
The camera cuts back to the consulting room, and the music stops. The doctor walked through the examination room into the second examination room.
Dr. Abel: Well, I have to say, your hearing in the high-decibel area of your right ear has decreased significantly.
Mickey (outside the picture): Really? !
The doctor walked out of the picture from the second examination room, the camera did not move, and the two were talking outside the picture.
Dr. Abel (outside the picture): Have you been stimulated by strong sounds or infected with viruses recently?
Mickey (outside the painting): No, I—I am quite healthy. you know me. (The doctor walks through the doorway) I always, I—I always thought something was wrong with me.
Dr. Abel (outside the picture): When did you find your hearing was abnormal?
Mickey (outside the painting): Oh, uh, it's been a month. What do I have—what's wrong?
Dr. Abel walked back to the clinic with Mickey's medical record thoughtfully. He walked to the table, and the screen showed a panicked Mickey sitting on a chair across the table. The doctor stood with his back to the camera and leaned over to fill in the medical record.
Dr. Abel: You feel dizzy sometimes. (Sighs) Are there tinnitus and buzzing? Uh, have you noticed this kind of situation?
Mickey: Yes, you—since you mentioned it, uh, my—my—my ears are buzzing and my ears are ringing. Buzzing and buzzing. Oh, am I going to be deaf or something?
Dr. Abel (continue to fill in the medical record): Is it just an ear ringing?
Mickey (tick fingers): Yes, then, then, is it healthier for two ears to ring?
Dr. Abel smiled, closing Mickey's medical record and straightening up. The camera moved over Dr. Abel's shoulder and aimed at Mickey, who was nervous.
Dr. Abel (back to camera): I want to arrange a time for you in the hospital. I want them to do a few checks for you.
Mickey: The hospital? What kind of inspection?
The doctor put the pen on Mickey's medical record. He walked around the table and sat on the edge of the table facing Mickey.
Dr. Abel (sighs): I said, don't be nervous. It's just a more precise audiometry than my clinic does. (Gestures) I mean, this, this is nothing.
Mickey (waves his hand): Well, if it's nothing, then why should I go to the hospital? I mean, uh, I can hear, my hearing in the high decibel area is faulty, what's wrong. Anyway, me, I don’t have to go to the opera.
Dr. Abel: You understand, don't worry. I just want to rule out some situations.
Mickey: What to exclude?
Dr. Abel (shaking his head): Nothing. Do you believe me?
(Cut in)
Exterior scene, street corner. During the day,
Mi Base station made a call in a phone booth on the corner near the clinic. It's raining outside. A pair of men and women walked by with umbrellas; vehicles came and went at the crossroads.
Mickey (to the microphone): Hey, uh, hello, Doctor Wilkes? Doctor Wilkes, this is Mickey Sachs. Do you have some time? I want to ask you a question?
The video was cut to Dr. Wilkes's phone call. Dr. Wilkes was leaning on a chair in the office, fiddling with the receiver. Behind him is a chest X-ray machine.
Dr. Wilkes (to the microphone): Of course there is time, Mickey. what's up?
The following footage was cross-edited between Mickey and Dr. Wilkes.
Mickey (to the microphone, gestures): I—if you, if your hearing loss in one ear, and—and it’s not caused by viruses or strong speakers, what could be the reason?
Dr. Wilkes (to the microphone): It's all possible. Well, it is often hereditary. A flu or a faint sound can cause an attack.
Mickey (to the microphone): Uh, okay, but—but what's worse?
Dr. Wilkes (to the microphone): Well, I imagine the worst case is a brain tumor.
Mickey (to the microphone, dumbfounded): Really?
(Cut in)
Interior view, Mickey's office.
Gail wears glasses and stands behind a desk at night . The tables are piled high, but in order. Two assistants, a man and a woman, stood beside her discussing matters. The two assistants walked away, and Gail shouted behind them:
Gail: Let's go down here, okay? (The phone rings, Galton stays to look outside the painting, takes off his glasses and squints) Mickey, what's the matter with you? Your face is pale!
The camera cuts to Mickey, and he rubs his hands while pacing. He walked to Gail. The phone kept ringing.
Mickey: I feel dizzy. Hush, you know I feel uncomfortable. (He is breathing quickly, looking around the room uneasily. Gail looks at him worriedly) Do you hear the jingle? Yes—Yes—is there any noise?
Gail (gesturing): Yes. Have. I heard it, I heard it. (She sits down to answer the phone)
Mickey (sighs and shakes his head): No-no-no. That's not it. (He covers his left ear first, then his right ear) It's like—(plugs his ears with his fingers, closes his eyes and listens)
Gail (to the microphone): Yes, yes, yes. We are working overtime today. No, we ordered food outside. very convenient. All right. (Hangs up the phone)
Mickey (turns to Gail and says nervously): Hush---If I have a brain tumor, I really don't know what to do. (Sighs)
Gail: You have no tumors. He did not say that you have a tumor.
Mickey (sigh): I didn't say it, of course they won't tell you, because, um, you know, if you say it, sometimes those weak people will be frightened.
Gail (pointing to Mickey with his finger): But you won't be frightened.
Mickey (raising his arms and sighing long): Oh, God! (Turning his head uneasily, touching Gail's shoulder) Did you hear the buzzing? Is there a buzzing sound?
Gail (impatiently): Come on, Mickey, we have to film!
Mickey (pacing back and forth): I can't concentrate.
Gail (outside the picture): But you have nothing wrong with it.
Mickey (gesturing with a sigh): If there is no problem (walking back to the desk and Gail), then why should he ask me to check with him again?
Gail: Well, he has to rule out some situations. (Sighs)
Mickey: Like what? ! What?
Gail (shrugs): I can't tell. I think, cancer...
Mickey (interrupting her): Don't mention this! I don't want to hear this word! (Gesturing) Don't mention the word as long as I'm still in this building.
Gail: But you have no symptoms!
Mickey (signing): You--I have all the traditional brain tumor symptoms! (Sighs)
Gal: Two months ago, you thought you had a malignant melanoma.
Mickey: No, I—I. You know, I-suddenly a black spot grew on my back!
Gail: It's the black spot on the shirt!
Mickey (sighs): I—how do I know? ! (Pointing to the back) Everyone points to my back. (He sighs again, Gail is upset, and points to the letter on the desk impatiently)
Gail: Forget it, forget it, we have to decide some reservations for the show.
Mickey (pacing indoors, rubbing hands to breathe): I can't do it, I can't think about it. I was so happy this morning, you know. Now I can’t figure out what went wrong.
Gail: Oh, you were in a terrible mood this morning! The show's response was extremely poor, the ratings were extremely low, and the sponsors were full of anger...
Mickey: No, I am happy, but I don't realize how happy I am.
(Cut in)
Stanislavsky Family Banquet Company is in action
, the top floor suite,
an abstract painting fills the screen during the day . Hearing brisk laughter and beautiful pop music, the guests attending the brunch banquet were chatting.
Female guest (outside the painting): These things are so delicious. What are they all about?
Holly enters the picture from before the painting. She is wearing a uniform and holding a tray of snacks in her hand.
Holly: Oh, um, this is a quail egg.
Female guest (outside the painting): Oh, it's really delicious.
Holly (nodding): It's delicious, my friend Abello made it. (Handing over the tray) Come, try these fried shrimp balls. It's delicious, I made it.
Female guest (take one from the tray): Thank you, it's great when you go up.
Holly smiled and walked away from her. She carried the tray through the groups of guests, everyone was eating and talking, and no one paid any attention to her. When she passed by the two men, one of them took the last shrimp ball on her tray. Holly nodded in thanks and walked into the small kitchen with an empty tray.
Abello (outside the picture): The beef is grilled.
Holly rushed to Abello, who was taking out roast beef from the oven. They wore the same uniform: black skirts, white shirts, and black bow ties.
Holly (joyed): We were a sensation.
Abello: Oh, we can make a sensation by doing this. Yesterday I went to audition "Come back, Little Shiba", and I did not cause a sensation.
Abello walked out of the kitchen with roast beef to entertain the guests, and David passed her into the kitchen. Holly called to Abello:
Holly: You will be a sensation. You will be a sensation. You will find five jobs next week.
David (approaching Holly, who is busy by the stove): Excuse me, are there any more clams?
Holly (pointing to the slices of bread baked on the stove): Only a few have clams. Only a few copies. (Chuckling when he sees David taking a copy) Do you like this?
David: I can't control myself.
Holly (working by the stove): Really? This is an honor. Have you tasted shrimp balls?
David (pointing to Holly while eating): I said, in terms of doing this, you two are so beautiful. It's a bit weird here.
Holly: We are all actors.
David: Is this the first time a banquet is held?
Holly (takes out the pie from the upper oven): What? Are we doing that badly?
David (shaking his head): No, no, that's not what I meant.
Holly took the pie out of the kitchen, and Abello returned to the kitchen from another doorway.
Abello: I still need bread and some toast — (only then did I see David) Hi!
David (standing by the pool and wiping her hands with a napkin): I know you are an actress who is good at fried shrimp balls.
Abello (walking to the stove): Oh, no, the shrimp balls belong to Holly. I made caviar pie.
She passed David and walked to the table to fold the napkin. David leaned back on the edge of the pool.
David: Then the quail eggs should be made of quail.
Abello (turning to David with a smile): I hope so.
Holly carried a dish of clams into the kitchen. She walked to David.
Holly: Here you are, I will steal back some uneaten clams for you.
David (receiving the plate): Ah! ———By the way, my name is David Torqin.
Abello (turning to David): Oh, uh, my name is Abello Knox. (The two shake hands)
Abello squeezes past David and Holly and walks to the other direction of the kitchen. Holly picked up the napkin.
David (to Holly): Your name is Holly.
Holly (nodding, wiping her hands with a napkin while looking at David): Yes, we are the Stanislavsky Family Banquet Company.
David (eating clams on bread): Now let me be honest. The reason why I came here is actually because the banquet outside made me bored.
Holly (laughs, still wiping her hands): How do you know we will be more interesting than them?
David walked around the table and put the dishes on the already full table. Holly smiled and followed him, throwing the napkin in her hand into the trash can outside the painting, and David stopped by the small TV beside the doorway. From here you can see a group of chatting and laughing guests in another room.
David (turning on the TV): I want to listen to "Aida", if I don't bother you.
There was laughter and talk on TV. David ate and watched TV.
Abello (outside the painting): No, don't bother —
Holly (at the same time, outside the painting): Don't bother at all. (She walks towards David, he is checking his watch) That day, well, we saw Pavarotti's opera at the Metropolitan Theater, I cried...
David (nod, still checking the watch, look at Huo Li): I cry when I watch an opera.
Abello (outside the painting): Oh, I was paralyzed when I heard the last scene of "La Traviata". Paralyzed.
Holly giggled, and David couldn't help but walk up to her when she heard Abelo's words.
David (to Abello): Me too. I have a private box at the Metropolitan Opera. I took a small bottle of wine, opened the cap, and sat there watching the show while crying (look at Holly)—it was so uncomfortable.
Abello smiled, and Holly entered the screen busy putting out another tray of snacks.
Holly: Oh, what do you do?
David (nodding): I am an architect.
Abello: You—(look at Holly) What did you build?
David: Are you really interested? (The two nod) What time do you get off work? (The three exchange eyes, Holly shrugs)
(cut in)
Exterior view, a street in central Manhattan, New York
. The red building designed by David during the day is sandwiched between two old buildings. There was the sound of three people talking.
Holly (outside the painting): Oh, it's the red building, right?
Abello (outside the painting): Oh, so grand!
Holly (outside the picture): It's amazing!
The camera moves down from the building and shows the three people sitting in David's "Jaguar" car, parked across the street. David and Abello were sitting in the front seat, and Holly hunched into the back seat.
David (gesturing, looking at the building for a while, and Holly and Abello for a while): When I designed it, I deliberately made it out of harmony with the surroundings. But I want to... keep the atmosphere of the street, you know, keep the proper proportions. (Two people nod their heads) And the materials I used. That is unprocessed red granite. (He pauses to observe Holly and Abello's reaction)
Abello (rushing to say): Oh, this is the original one! (Holly just about to open her mouth, she interrupts) It—it—it has an organic character, you see. (Holly nods and says yes) It's almost, almost, completely dependent on each other, you know what I mean. I-be...I can hardly express it in words. The most important thing is that it—it—it will—breathe. (She gazed at the building devoutly)
David (said Abello flatly): You know, Abello, people pass by the most vibrant buildings in the city every day, but they never have time to appreciate they. I feel that you can pay attention to adapt to your environment. (Abello shook his head just about to speak)
Holly (interrupting her): Oh, this is very meaningful.
David turned his head to look at Holly, then turned to look at Abello.
Abello (staring at David): Which buildings do you like best, David?
David: How many seats do you want to see? (Abello nods) Okay, let's go as soon as we say.
Abello (looking at David): Great.
David starts the car, and the screen shows a series of the most characteristic buildings in New York City from the perspective of these three people. Encouraging classical music sounds in the background.
The three of them wandered from day to night in a moving Jaguar car. The picture shows the facade of a rococo-style building, including French doors and decorative windows. From outside the painting, three people's words of admiration were heard.
Holly (outside the painting): Oh, this is so romantic. I really want to put on a long evening dress... I opened the French door and walked to the balcony———
Abello (outside the picture): This is really French. I feel like I am in France.
David (outside the painting): Yes, yes. It's quite romantic.
The music stops. The camera was originally showing the details of the facade of the Rococo building, but now it was moved to the same elegant building next to it.
David (outside the picture): There is a beautiful partner next to him. The two buildings are commensurate. Then, when you look along these buildings and feel complacent, at
this moment... the camera moves from these two elegant buildings to an ugly and extremely modern building, which is covered with diamonds. Fine pattern.
Abello (outside the painting): This is simply ---
David (outside the painting, interrupt her): Look at this.
Holly (outside the painting): It's so ugly!
Abello (outside the picture):...a deformed monster. Who would design such a thing?
Holly (outside the painting, at the same time): Too terrible.
David (outside the painting, categorically): It makes people look sad.
Holly (outside the painting): I ruined everything else.
David (outside the painting, agree with her): This is true.
The camera moves from the ugly front of the building to the same ugly gate. A large car parked in front of the door.
Abello (outside the picture): Well...we saw a lot of things today. (Holly and David agree) See so much creation.
The three people walked out from the doorway of an apartment with a door cover. They just watched the beautiful and ugly front of the building on the street from here. David is at the front; Abello and Holly are at the back.
David (looks at the watch): Maybe we should start thinking about going home, huh?
Holly: Go back quickly.
Abello: Oh, no, yes. (Three people walk towards the car)
David (go around the car and go to the driver's seat): Well, who should I see first?
Holly (look at Abello): Ah, really, I don't know. Hum...
David (at the same time): So...
Abeiro (at the same time). I live in a downtown area.
Holly (look at Abello): Yes, I, we all live in the downtown area.
David leaned against the car, looking at them from the roof, waiting for them to make a decision.
Holly (to David): It depends on which way you want to go.
Abello (at the same time): Well, wait. do you know? I mean—(to Holly) If...well, if we walk on Fifth Street, then—then—then, let's get to your house first, right?
David (at the same time): We can... we can go this way.
Holly (nodding): Ah, but Fifth Street is heavily congested, right? (Look at David)
Abello (at the same time, to Holly): Well, sometimes, there are- uh...
Holly (interrupting her): I mean, Fifth Street is too congested, if we go... (They both mumble embarrassingly about their respective ideas)
David (interrupting them, pointing to Holly): You live in Chelsea, don't you? (Holly nods) Well, I—I think if you live in Chelsea, I might have to send you off first.
Holly (nodding nervously): Oh, okay.
David: Then, uh, send Abello... all right?
Abello (at the same time, nodding): That's great.
They got in the car, Holly still got into the uncomfortable back seat. The sound of classical music sounded again.
The camera temporarily cuts into the brightly lit and busy Manhattan streets seen from inside the car. Then she pushed to the close-up of Holly, who leaned against the back seat window, looking straight ahead.
Holly's voice-over: Naturally send me home first. Well, he obviously prefers Abello. Of course, I am always a dumb tongue this day. I can't imagine how I made such remarks about the Guggenheim Museum and made such stupid jokes. I should never be kidding. Mom can make jokes, and so can Hannah, but it's bad when I make a joke. (Staring at Abello's back outside the painting) Where did Abello learn the "organic form" game? (Looking out the window, pause for a moment). Well, this is natural. She went to Brandai School. (The camera changes from Holly's perspective to look at David and Abello in the front seat, the windshield on the car, the oncoming lights and traffic lights along the way. Abello leaned over to say something to David. Holly continues to think about her thoughts) But I guess she has no idea at all. Hear how she calls him David: "Yes, David. I feel the same way, David. How wonderful this space is, David." (Decisively) I hate Abello. She is too much. (The camera returns to Holly in the back seat, thinking before and after) Now they will leave me behind, and then she will invite him home. I withdrew. (Sighs, looking out the car window) I really like him. Oh, fucking hell. I can't be upset by this. I have a book to read tonight. You know, maybe I should go to bed earlier. I look for a movie show on TV and take another sleeping pill.
The classical music ceased and was replaced by vibrant jazz.
(Cut in)
"...no one, not even rain, has such a delicate hand."
Location, street outside Frederick's apartment, during the day
The camera was focused on a broken red painted door, and Eliot walked to the door in a raincoat. He looked down the street, the camera cut into the building where Frederick lived from his point of view. The camera returns to Eliot, who is anxiously waiting. He looked at his watch, the camera cut to the building again, and Li finally came out of the building door and walked in the other direction. A truck crossed the street. Rei didn't notice Eliot who was staring at her. She walked farther and farther, turning the corner of the street. Elliott looked around impatiently, and then suddenly determined to run around a garbage dump, ran across the road to another street, he ran past a timber company and several nearby houses. The camera cuts into Li who is walking on another street. She has no idea what happened here. The jazz music continued, and the camera switched between Elliott and Li: he hurriedly walked along the street, passing a truck waiting for the green light, pedestrians on the road, a few trash cans, corners of the street, etc. She walked leisurely, passing streets and buildings. Rei finally came to an intersection and was about to cross the street; Eliot looked at his watch nonchalantly, standing at the corner and waiting. She looked up and was surprised to see him. The music stops.
Eliot (try not to pant): Oh, my goodness!
Li (at the same time, smiling because of an accident): Oh, Eliot! What are you doing here?
Elliott (looks around, gestures): Well, I am—I want to find a bookstore.
Li (shaking his head): Oh, why, looking for a bookstore in this area?
Eliot: Yeah. Yes, I—I am killing—
Li (at the same time): Are you here to do business?
Elliott (looks at the watch again): Well, yes, I'm killing time. I have a customer nearby, and I... I came too early. (Li laughs out loud) Why are you here?
Li: Ah, I live in—
Elliott (interrupting her, laughing): Oh, yes! You live near here, right?
Li (at the same time, smiling): Yes, it's nearby.
Elliott (with his hands back): Where are you going now?
Li: Oh, I just went to the Prohibition Conference. (The two go down the street)
Elliott: Oh my goodness. Well, why are you attending this kind of meeting? You never drink strong
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