"Children of Heaven" movie script
Text/(France) Jacques Préville
Translation/Hu Yulong, Wang Shisheng
Sin Street
fade out. The stage curtains with patterns appear dirty and worn out because of their age. There was no sound, no music, percussions in the background. The credits are superimposed on the curtain. In a very short period of time, three times the theater's usual opening sound was heard. The curtain rose slowly.
Tempel Street, exterior view, daytime
Panoramic view of Dampur Street, tilted slightly and zoomed in. The hustle and bustle of the crowd kept flowing. A not-so-young actor boarded the wire rope and performed in front of the lively crowd. He walked on a straight wire. The camera left him and framed the wandering crowd into the lens.
At the beginning of April, spring arrived late, and there was still a scene of lingering winter on the streets. A man in the crowd walked by. He was wearing dark clothes, a crumpled hat, and a heavy bag on his shoulders: This is a clothing businessman, and his sighs and shouts are like begging and like threaten.
Appraiser: I buy old clothes if I have them... (Called four or five times)
The appraiser disappeared in the crowd. Panning towards the depths of Dampur Street. This street is also known as "Sin Street". There are crowds, endless noises, idle people, cafes, theaters, street performers, beautiful girls, gorgeous vehicles, playboys, mobile vendors, open-air restaurant stalls, thieves, gangsters, children's playgrounds... …. The initial background music was hidden in the noise.
An open four-wheeled carriage drives past the screen. A strong man is performing weightlifting... the people watching the excitement are amazed. The camera is aimed at the front of the temporary wooden shed in the bazaar. On the high platform, Mr. Loyel showed a pitiful look, and was letting the little monkey perform on stilts.
A constant stream of people. A children's playground enters the camera. The rumble of drums led visitors to a stage on which a clown to attract the audience danced and yelled.
Joker: Look inside, look inside! Cai Luo on the spot!
The camera is aimed at the entrance of the dirty theater. The clown got on the chair and attracted a crowd of onlookers. Every time he said a word, his accomplices beat the drums to cheer up. The billboard behind the accomplice showed a naked woman coming out of a well.
Joker: Look inside! Look inside! It's fascinating...Zhanbao asks you to think about it (the curtain full of oil is raised. Drumming)...Go inside! Go inside! Naked beauty...go out to pay...don't miss this opportunity...
The crowd watching the leisure walked into the theater, and then a lot of people rushed in. Push the camera and aim at the entrance of the theater. cut.
Inside the theater
The camera followed, and the person entering the theater leaned his arm on the side of the well and looked down the well with wide-eyed eyes. Drums sounded outside the painting.
Clown (outside the picture): Gentlemen, don't miss this opportunity! The scene is fascinating and sexy... Unobstructed view... Children are not allowed inside!
Middle shot, looking up, the guys in the shed looked at the bottom of the "well" and were disappointed; a frivolous rogue pushed everyone away and approached the "well", feeling very disappointed.
Clown (outside the picture): Come and see, you're naked... Let you think about it... Come on, come and see! Gentlemen, please see the most exciting scene...
Medium and close shot, overhead shot of the wellhead. The so-called "well" is a big bucket full of water, as high as people's sight. There was a young and beautiful woman in the bucket, half of her naked shoulders exposed on the water. She held a mirror in her hand and raised it slightly above her head. She was composed and indifferent to those who looked at her. She changed directions slowly, sometimes casting indifferent but charming gazes at the crowd watching her.
Dampur Street, front of the theater
Crowded people lined up in front of the theater. Signs hung on the walls: Fernambore Theater. The wooden sign on the door reads "Actor's Entrance". Two people quarrel at the threshold (the camera is pushed slightly, two men are framed, wide and medium close shot): one is the concierge and stage manager of the theater, and the other is a handsome young man, his eyes are sly but piercing. Although his clothes are simple and even a little shabby, he is still so personable and very charming.
Concierge: Stop talking nonsense! ...This is the actor's entrance... That's right! Yes,...I know what you mean...Come on, I won't let you in! If you want to sneak in, sit there and watch the play without any fuss... Hmph, you have to enter the box!
Young man: I don't want to go to the theater, I want to find your manager!
Concierge (inexplicably): Manager? You find our manager! ...That's it! (Suddenly furious) Let me ask you first, why are you looking for a manager?
Young man (smiling calmly): That's right! Very simple, I want to see him...talk to him, ask him to hire me!
Concierge (sarcastically): You want to ask the manager to hire you...Of course, it is possible. Soon your name will appear in the advertisement, in bold!
Young man (without panic): How can it be impossible? It's like a still life painting!
Concierge (disgustingly): Go on...
Young man: Of course, I told you in advance, poor fellow!
The young man pointed his finger at the porter threateningly, and at the same time took a step to the left. The porter suddenly became nervous and took a step to the left.
Young man: On this poster, you will see my name! It's that big! Frederick, did you hear that, Frederic Lemaitre... (He pokes the porter’s forehead with his index finger) My name will be inscribed in your poor memory... Frederick Le Maitre, remember...
The porter was stunned. However, the young man looked at the street with his head up and grabbed the doorman's arm with his hand.
Frederick: Ha, behold, another still life painting!
Panoramic, leaning slightly, these two men are looking at the street: a young and beautiful girl (this is the woman in "Nude in a Barrel") wearing a flowery skirt, walks across the street and smiles towards the flower vendor. The flowers are arranged on the trolley, very bright.
The camera back shot the porter and Frederick.
Concierge: Hi, what? what happened?
Frederick: Stupid... The most beautiful girl in the world is crossing Dampur Street... You say "what's the matter"... (shaking him, forcing him to look in the direction of the young woman) Look... you This barbarian, born blind,...look at those eyes...that red lips...that icy skinned legs...that charming posture...
Medium shot. The young woman walked quickly and disappeared into the crowd.
Close-up shot of the porter and Frederick.
Concierge (convincingly): She really looks good! Beautiful girl! ...Do you know her?
Frederick (eyes kept on the young woman): No, I don't know him yet.
He left the concierge to chase the woman (the camera quickly zoomed into a panoramic view, followed by Frederick). He rushed through the crowd and ran to the right outside the painting. The camera pulled to another corner of the street: the young woman continued to walk, she walked calmly and indifferently among the idlers. Pull the camera to the young woman. Frederick appeared in the distant view, he hurried forward, caught up with the girl, walked side by side with her, and then passed her, without even looking at her, he walked out of the picture proudly. The young woman was indifferent to her surroundings and continued on her way. Frederick suddenly turned around and walked back to meet the young woman, like a cynical man. He smiled and had a face-to-face with her. The young woman smiled, still rushing through the crowd. The camera was aimed at the front of them. Frederick hesitated, turned around, and went after the woman again.
Frederick (panting, not very sure): Ah! You smiled at me. You can't deny it, you smiled at me. Oh, that's great! Life is beautiful, you are as beautiful as life...really, you are so beautiful!
Young woman (looking at him with a smile while walking): It's really interesting, as if you were running just now...
Frederick: Yes, run behind you!
Young woman (stops, suspiciously): Run behind me? But you came to meet me!
Frederick (panting, unrestrained): It just so happened that I saw you just now... You know, I fell in love with you at first sight, I was very excited... I am making up my mind, you have gone far... What happened!
Young woman (jokingly): What's the matter?
Frederick: Yes, I like to chase after women. I ran to get ahead of you... to be precise, to meet you... (He gently grabs her arm, She struggled to break free. He grabbed her arm and held on) Now, I don't leave you anymore. (She breaks free) Where are you going?
Young woman: It's very simple... You go your way, I go my way.
She had just taken a step when Frederick rushed forward and blocked her way.
Frederick: Probably we are going to the same place...
Young woman: No...
She tried to turn to the right. Frederick took a step to the left, blocking her.
Frederick: Why?
Young woman: Because I have a date.
She tried to walk over again (close shots of two people, then a series of front and back shots).
Frederick (like a tragic actor): Date! well! "A tragic fate"... We only "spend two minutes together", but you are about to leave me soon, why... Who do you go to? ...Go find another man...Of course! Of course, you love him, don't you... "love that man"?
Young woman (smiling and shrugging): I...I love everyone!
Frederick: Good! This is really great! I won't be jealous of people... but he... um... "that person"... There is no doubt that he is so jealous!
Young woman (smiling): How did you know?
Frederick (definitely): All men are like this except me.
Frederick grabbed her arm again, and put his head close to her. They walked for a while, and the camera moved back with them.
Frederick. Forget it, forget about them, forget them... forget "him" too! Don't miss them anymore. It's better to think about ourselves. We have a lot to say!
Young woman (to break free of his hand again): That's it...
Frederick: Really! First of all, I want to tell you my name, my name is Frederick, please tell me your name...
Young woman: My name is Garance.
Frederick: Garance, this name is so beautiful!
Garance: This is the name of a flower.
Frederick (staring at her): A red flower, like your lips,... (he is getting more and more emotional, holding her tightly) Ah! Garrance, my only sweetheart, you are my first and last lover... Don't stay in the crowd, here I feel that we are too far apart from each other. (Lower voice, more tenderly) Go elsewhere, we will be happy. You can go anywhere...only the two of us.
Garance stopped. She got rid of Frederick's entanglement again.
Galance: What do you want to do?
Frederick (whispering): Do you really want me to tell you what to do?
Garance: No... you don't have to... just open your mouth, I know what you want to say...
Frederick: How about that?
Garance left Frederick, took a step forward, and turned back.
Galance: Goodbye then, Frederick.
Frederick (disappointedly): You don't like me? ...
Galance: I didn't say that, but I have a date...
Frederick (annoyed, but forced to smile): Garance, you wouldn't abandon me like that...leave me alone on this "Street of Sin". At least, please tell me, when shall we meet again?
Close shot. The background is a bustling crowd.
Galance (absent-mindedly): Maybe, soon... God knows... Then look at the opportunity!
Frederick: Ah, look at the opportunity? You shouldn't expect me to look for you everywhere in the street like today? I love you, really. You are so beautiful...but Paris is so big, you know!
Galance: No, Paris is too small for a lover like us who truly love each other...
She smiled at Frederick and walked away. The lens changed from a panoramic view to a medium and close shot of Frederick. He looked very uncomfortable, but still smiled slightly.
Garrance disappeared into the crowd. The embarrassed Frederick watched her walk out of the picture. Suddenly, he smiled with satisfaction. A beautiful young girl approached him. She thought Frederick’s smile was an admiration for her beauty, so she smiled in return. She turned to the right, and Frederick chased it.
Frederick: Yes, you laughed...Don't say "no", life is so beautiful! ...You laughed.
Frederick took the girl's arm, and the two of them turned their backs to the camera and walked away.
Medium and close shot. I saw a sign that said "letter writing".
Nominee’s shop, indoor, daytime
Medium and close shot. A young man with prominent facial lines. He speaks elegantly and is personable, and from time to time a cruel look flashes in his eyes, which is disturbing. He was wearing a shabby black dress, but the shirt was white. He was reading a love letter as he wrote. His voice is flat and cold. The camera pulled back, and there appeared a ghostwriter sitting behind the desk. A vulgar customer stood beside a stool on the left, smiling unrestrainedly while listening to his letter, showing a satisfied look.
Writer (reading the letter): "My sweetheart, my life... my eternal love, since you left me, I have been tortured and lived like years, just like the shackled convict... come back , I beg you... I swear never again..."
Doorbell rang.
The essayist stopped the pen and looked up at the door. A wandering second-liuer walked in. He has a burly body, yellow hair, a small flower around his ear, and a lingering little song in his mouth. He approached the writing desk, and stood there listening to the letter from the writer.
Substitute: "Really, I swear to you, I will never hit you like I used to..." (stands up and hands the letter to the customer) Is this okay?
The customer found a coin and gave it to the essayist. He took the letter and said:
Customer: If this game works, it would be great, really! ... I dare say that this is so touching... If she still feels unhappy after seeing such a letter, then...really... I swear... Then I'm desperate...
The customer goes out and turns left. The camera is pushed to another customer and the book writer, half-length shot. Close shot, side-shooting on behalf of the writer. He played with the coins the customer gave him and watched the customer go out contemptuously. Door bell (outside the picture).
Substitute: Poor fool!
Erliuzi (stop whistling), anyway... I didn't say... Not bad!
Substitute: What?
Erliuzi (full of respect, like memorizing a maxim): Learned!
Substitute (shaking his head): My poor Avriel!
Avriel (doesn't care about the attitude of the writer): Really, it's really good! ... (very humbly) Mr. Rasnell, where can I find so many words!
Rasnell (shrugs, coldly): Come on... Stop talking stupid! Seriously (approaching Avriel) Did you get the tableware?
Avriel: Oh, I got it, Mr. Rasnell (takes the cutlery from his pocket and weighs it proudly).
Rasnell took out the cutlery from a dirty handkerchief (shaken it into a close-up).
Suddenly, an unusual light flashed in Rasnell's eyes. He saw something outside the window.
Through the glass window, you can see Garrance coming (with the bustling crowd on the street in the background).
The camera shook back to Rasnell and Avril. Rasnell shook his head and looked at Avril pityingly. Door bell.
Rasnell (speaking to Avriel in a low voice): Look, Baotou, my angel is here. You go, see you tonight.
Avriel (a finger on the hat marching salute): Yes, Mr. Rasnell.
Avriel walked to the door and had a face-to-face with Galance. Afriel said goodbye to Rasnell when he went out. Rasnell approached Garance and said in a mocking, complimenting, and very gentle (or at least acidic) tone:
Rasnell: My angel, my bathing beauty! Did you come out of the well?
Garance (can't help but laugh): Oh, don't say anything about the well...I'm not doing it, and this "beautiful in public"!
Rasnell: Quit it?
Garance: Yes! Those guys are really hard to deal with, you know... "Outstanding in public" only takes off to the shoulders, they will not be satisfied!
Rasnell: Of course, those "gentle gentlemen" want you to go down again, to be naked, "naked"... But I understand them!
She left Rasnell and walked towards the bookcase that was used as a counter, and put her own things on it.
Garance (turns to face Rasnell): They are too shameful.
Rasnell looked at Galance, took a few steps, stopped, and stared at the pedestrians in the street maliciously.
Rasnell: That's right, "they" is too shameful (sigh)! I can't wait to kill them all.
The lens of Garance. She leaned against the counter and shook her head at Rasnell. According to their dialogue, the front and back shots of the two were taken against each other.
Galence (mysteriously): Pierre Francois, you are always so cruel and ruthless...
Rasnell (with his back facing Galance): It's not that I am cruel, but I have a brain. I have declared war on this world long ago.
Galance (interrupting with a smile): Since then, have you killed a lot of people?
Rasnell, who had been looking outside, finally turned her head, facing Garance, she had already shown the picture.
Rasnell (in the old mocking tone): No, my angel, (facing Garrance, stretches out those slender, well-maintained hands) see it? There is no blood, only a few drops of ink. But wait and see, Garrance, I'm going to do amazing things... (suddenly staring at Garrance with an unbearable stare) Don't laugh, Garrance, I dare say that I'm not that kind of ordinary man, I His heartbeat is different, can you hear it clearly? Garance... absolutely different! Have you ever been insulted, Garance?
Galance: No, (very calm, sober and sure) never.
Rasnell looked at the street again, muttering to himself, as if Galance was not beside him.
Rasnell: I haven't been insulted either... I have been sober-minded and brilliant since I was a child. But "they" can't tolerate me (close-up from the front, facing Garance walking out of the screen). They want me to bow my head to my ears like they do, they fill my mind with a pile of books and knowledge, and put so many messy things in a child's head! (Pauses for a moment) Beautiful childhood...my respected mother likes my stupid brother...and my teacher always says to me, "You are too conceited, Pierre Francois, you have to stay behind closed doors. Introspect!"
Garance listened silently. The half-length shot of Rasnell, he sneered arrogantly.
Rasnell: So, I thought behind closed doors...I couldn't get rid of this situation. (Laughs) They leave me alone! They forbid me to associate with non-disruptive people. (The camera flashes Galance and returns to Lasnell) What a wonderful fate! ...No one loves...lonely...not loved...freedom...
Only then did Rasnell sense the existence of Galance. He returned to normal, left the screen, and walked towards Galance. Half-length shot of Rasnell and Garance.
Rasnell: Really, I don't love anyone. I don't even love you, Garance. However, my angel, you are the only woman I do not hate, do not despise, and can get close to!
Galence (calmly): I don't love you either, Pierre Francois!
Rasnell (calmly, but very surprised): This is great, Garance... But why do you come to see me every day? Is it because I didn't force you to do what other men asked you to do?
Galance (shaking his head): No.
Rasnell: I know, you are not a coquettish woman. Why is that then?
Galance: Because I feel bored!
Rasnell (sneer): Can I relieve your sorrow?
Garance: You...you always talk nonstop...like an actor on stage. Your words make people happy and comfortable.
Rasnell walked away from Garance, talking and walking to the place where he was used to staying behind the glass window. The camera shakes.
Rasnell: You don't value me! …Garance, if I respect myself, I’ll be heartbroken a long time ago. But I don't just admire vanity, I only have arrogance...I have absolute certainty of myself, if necessary, if fate arranges, I will steal and kill. My father said to me more than once: "Pierre François, you will be guillotined sooner or later..."
Garance: That's right, Pierre Francois, you have to listen to your parents! (She stands behind the desk, flipping through the manuscript uninterestedly. Suddenly looks at him and says) Oh! You are still writing the script...
Rasnell (modestly): Yes, in my free time...sometimes I just write a little...
Garance: Is "Evil Acts" a tragedy (to Rasnell)?
Rasnell: No, it's a slightly lascivious comedy...low-level theme...these people kill each other, "but no one is hurt"...I think it will be frustrating.
When the clothing appraiser entered the picture (Tempel Street), he could vaguely hear the sound of trumpet music.
Rasnell: Look, this is the final judgment.
Medium shot. The door opened, and the appraiser bowed into the shop. He smiled pretendingly and said sweetly:
Appraiser: "Jupiter" arrived because he was holding the horn. My name is Zeliko. Because of the raft, it is called Medusa. Ah, hello, Rasnell! (Looking at Galance) Salute to you! (Turns to Rasnell again) Is there any news today?
Rasnell looked at him and motioned for him to come over. He took two steps forward. Three people's panorama: a close-up view of two men, with Garance in the distance. Rasnell took out Afriel's tableware and handed it to Zeliko. The latter squeezed it, opened it again, and gave it back to Rasnell.
Rasnell: How much is it?
Zelico: Well... (looks at Garrance)
Rasnell (coldly): I have no secrets with this lady.
Zelico (surprisingly): Oh, that's it... (turning to Galance) I greet you, madam!
Garance (jokingly): You're welcome!
Rasnell (annoyed): How much is it?
Zelico: Oh! ... Twenty francs.
Rasnell (furious): Twenty francs..., are you kidding me?
Zeliko: I'm not kidding. Don't forget that people call me the crying poor guy... nicknamed the miser... (sneer) because I'm stingy like a mouse (large close-up).
Zeliko laughed and melted out.
Dampur Street
Panoramic view in the middle, the dilapidated facade of the Fernambore Theater.
On the left side of the temporarily erected stage, three musicians in Polish dragoon uniforms are playing music. The noisy sound was like howling ghosts and wolves; four dancing girls danced to the music. On the right, a middle-aged man dressed up as Cassander in a Roman puppet show, desperately to attract the audience. A young man sat alone on the wooden barrel on the right side of the stage. He wears a linen wig and white powder on his face. He is motionless, like a wax model. He sat sluggishly, silent, showing a dazed and uneasy expression far away from the past.
Cassander (waving a long stick in his hand): Please come in, please come in, ladies and gentlemen. If you have money, you can sit in the front row for one franc; if you are not well-off or have a short hand, you can also spend four su to watch the theater upstairs. (He made a gesture and the dancers stopped)
The camera shot down the crowd of onlookers.
Cassander (outside the painting): Please come in, please come in... Look inside, "The Adventures of the Deserted Forest", also called (the camera is at him, more exaggerated) "The Sins of Chastity", this is a fairyland full of foreign countries Sentimental pantomime, using the latest fireworks technology... a total of sixteen shows, one of which is a new set.
A happy fat citizen and Rasnell were caught in the crowd. Shake, frame the Fat Citizen and Rasnell, they are very close to each other. Garance was right behind them.
Cassander (outside the picture): interspersed with small programs, sings and dances, carp turning over, fireworks skyrocketing, real swords and guns, big fights... (cameras toward Cassandra) There are also Russian alpine slides, Scottish showers , The Dum-Dum drum in Africa...
The fat citizen stared at Garrance affectionately, then stretched his hand to her waist. Garrance hit his hand from his side at once.
Cassander (outside the picture): Come in! Look inside! The thrilling scene of Atlas God Lion chasing a 15-year-old girl... Forest fire, balloons ascending to the sky...!
The camera is aimed at Cassander and Baptiste. Looking up a little, it seemed as if Galance and Rasnell were watching their gazes. Baptiste cast his gaze on Garance.
Cassander (raising his voice): You will see my pantomime performed by Anselm De Bro for the king and eighty-two princesses in the Turkish harem. ...But the actor you can't see in it is that...
The camera is aimed at Cassander again. He held a long-handled stick and pointed at Baptiste, who was sitting on the barrel in a daze. Baptiste was in the foreground, motionless. Cassander hits Baptiste on the head with a big stick every time he says a word, causing bursts of laughter from the audience (outside the picture).
Cassandra: Because he can't act anything, he's a mentally retarded guy...he has dreams in the daytime. He's really a stupid number one, a poor fool, a hopeless trash (he knocks him hard) Tist's hat)... But this guy, alas, he is my son!
Flash the laughing crowd. Galance didn't smile.
Cassander: You know, this is the shame of the family, the shame of an artist's family! The despair of a well-known father is the source of my troubles... (Baptiste with no expression in the flash) One night, (the camera is refocused at Cassander) He walked around on the stage,... ... the moon is round... he fell... alas! Oops! His mother (a close-up shot of Baptiste) found him falling into a bucket. But that night (panoramic view) I went away... It was too late when I came back.
He slapped Baptiste on the head again, but Baptiste did not respond at all.
Cassander: Well, Baptiste is a member of our family after all...
Panoramic view of the stage.
Cassander: But this is not where we complain about misfortune in public. The show is about to begin... This is amazing! ……Non-striking miser, miser, please stay and cheer for those who watch the play, the boss is not afraid of sacrifices, let everyone watch Baptiste's performance for nothing.
Cassander greeted the crowd. Suddenly, music rang. The crowd stared mockingly at Baptiste, the panorama.
Crowd A: Look at his virtue!
Half-length shot of Baptiste. He was motionless, silent, and his eyes were dull and vacant. The camera returns to the crowd.
Crowd B: Hi! ...Baptiste, are you asleep or do you have a stomachache?
Crowd of people: Hi! ...Baptiste, wake up, come!
Baptiste's lens. His eyes barely blinked, staring at some place outside the frame. The front and back shots of Galance, Fat Citizen, and Rasnell.
Fat citizen: Hi! Baptiste, if you have a minor problem, keep one for me! (Turning to Garrance, and winking at Garrance) Seeing his stupidity, don't you realize it?
Garance (looking at Baptiste): You ask me? ...I think his eyes are so beautiful!
Close shot, flash shot of Baptiste and Galance. Garance looked at Baptiste (close-up). Flash Baptiste. The fat citizen laughed.
Fat citizen: Ha! beautiful eyes! And charming thighs!
Rasnell slipped away quietly. The fat citizen laughed a lot. He reached into his waistcoat and suddenly jumped up.
Fat citizen (furious): My watch! ...Someone stole my watch! (Yelling) My watch! ...My gold watch...gold watch!
Flash Baptiste. At this time, the crowd gathered in a circle and cast suspicious glances at Galance.
Fat citizen (yelling): It's her, I'm sure, it's you... (grabbing Galance's arm and howling) Catch the thief! Catch the thief!
Garance (struggling): Let go of me...not me. You lunatic!
Fat citizen: How dare you scold me! (Screaming even more) Catch the thief! ……Policemen! Policemen! ... come here!
First woman (to the stolen): Are you sure she stole it?
Woman B: What's so strange about such a thief!
Man (lightly): It's not easy yet, do a search! Why not search? ...
Half-length shot of Baptiste. He has been watching the noisy people nonchalantly. Crowd (medium panorama), the camera is slightly tilted. The police are here.
Police: What's the matter? What happened?
Garance (extremely calm): It seems that "Mr." has a gold watch, but now it is gone, but it is my fault. why? ……baffling!
Police (confusingly): Inexplicable? Yes, of course, you are innocent?
Galance: Completely innocent!
Police: Sir, are you sure what you just said?
Fat citizen (definitely): Certainly... please arrest her.
The police grabbed Garrance by the arm.
Galance (struggle): Didn't I already tell you? It's not me.
Police: Tell me... (facing the crowd) Who can testify? (Quickly shake, close shot, the crowd of onlookers looked at the police, silent).
Baptiste (outside the picture): Me! ...
Everyone turned to Baptiste together, and people were shocked. Baptiste (half-length camera) sat there, still expressionless.
Baptiste: I...I can testify.
The camera looks down on the crowd.
Police: What did you see?
The camera shot up Baptiste.
Baptiste: I saw everything!
Baptiste jumped off the barrel he was sitting on with great ease and walked forward on the stage, imitating the scene (music) of the stealing.
The camera flash shot was surprised at first, and then amused by the crowd. Medium shot, front of Baptiste. He acted, he imitated, and "reproduced" the whole process of what happened. He imitated Garrance's charming posture, imitated the antics of the fat man when he approached Garrance, followed by the antics of the actors on the stage. The music began. Medium panorama. Giggling crowd. Baptiste continued to imitate, imitating the fat man with a belly laugh... imitating a beautiful young man, wearing a gorgeous shirt, approached the fat man, and swiftly stole the fat man's watch. But the fat man keeps laughing forward and backward...
The camera flashed a smiling Garrance. The police stood beside her somehow. Garance watched intently at Baptiste imitating a fat man with a belly laugh and later discovering that the gold watch was missing. Finally, he imitated the fat man's ugly manner of framing Garrance. The camera flashed a crowd of laughter, mixed with various shouts.
First crowd (applause): Good! Baptiste.
Crowd B (admiringly): You deserve to be an actor.
Crowd of people (speaking to the person next to him): Let me tell you... he plays better than his father.
The fat citizen looked very embarrassed in front of the laughing crowd.
Police (seriously): Is there anything else you want to say now?
Fat citizen (vaguely): No... I have nothing to say.
Crowd (noisy voices): Baptiste is right...You should be ashamed of framing good people without basis! Badass!
Frontal shot of Baptiste. The simulation performance was over, and he kept watching Galance.
Crowd (outside the picture): Look, this big belly bastard! These people think they can do whatever they want with a gold watch...
Fat citizen (embarrassed): Please forgive...everyone makes mistakes.
Garance (arrogantly): It's wrong, it may be so! ...But don't frame good people. (To the police) So... can I go now?
Half-length shot of Baptiste. He walked slowly back to his original seat, putting his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he stopped and watched motionlessly. The lens pans quickly.
Looking down on Garance in the crowd, she approached the stage with a smile, and smiled and threw a red rose on her head to Baptiste outside the painting. Shoot the middle shot from the back, cutting into Baptiste's movements. He caught the flower thrown by Galance, looked at it, smelled it affectionately, and looked at Galance again. Back shot: Garrance looked back and smiled at Baptiste and blew him a kiss. Half-length shot of Batites. He stared at Garrance outside the painting blankly, looking at the roses with melancholy eyes. Fade away.
Medium shot, panning. Garrance walked in the crowd calmly as usual. Pull the lens. She came to the open-air cafe. A customer sat at a table with his back to the camera, with long legs stretched out under the table. He found that Garance did not see him. He stood up, turned around, but did not leave his original seat: he was Rasnell. He put his hand on Garrance's shoulder. Galance was taken aback, but did not move.
Galance: It's arresting people again!
Garrance turned around and recognized Rasnell. Rasnell smiled with a nonchalant look.
Garance: Oh? It's you?
Rasnell: Yes, it is me. Garance, my angel, my sun, what happened? (He sits down again)
Galance: Nothing big happened. But your sun almost went down...
Rasnell: Has someone troubled you?
Galance: Hmm...somewhat.
Rasnell: It has always been that way, innocent people are treated as criminals. Ah, what a beautiful world... White and flawless! ...What is this for? For a worthless game. It goes from one waistcoat to another waistcoat. A worthless game. It's a bit golden on the outside, and there are a few springs inside. (Speaking taking out the gold watch from the shirt, playing with it) My friend, how did you get rid of the entanglement?
Close shot, the front of Garance. Then there is a set of front and back shots.
Garance (smiling): A man in white fell from the sky.
Rasnell (also smiling): Naturally he helped you out.
Garance: Yes!
A waiter brought Rasnell's drink on a tray. (Mid shot, shaking. Garrance's front, Rasnell's sideways)
Galance (to the hospitality): Musk white wine.
Rasnell (changed his tone): Galance, you didn't say anything, did you mention me?
Galance: No.
Rasnell (shaking his head, looking at Galance): Really, you are such a hero!
Medium shot. A series of front and back shots of the two of them. Highlight the speaker.
Garance: I'm tight-lipped...
Rasnell: Regret, (sighs deeply) If you divulge a little...I will be honored.
Galance: Why?
Rasnell (voice low, full of bitterness): Because someone has provided me with evidence that I have reason to despise most men (lower the voice, close-up shots)...and women, I will feel happiness that I have never had before.
Garance (staring at Rasnell): Contempt for women...really? What did the woman do to sorry you?
Rasnell (cramped, on the defensive): Nothing...absolutely nothing!
Garance (holding on): Pierre Francois, what have you done to sorry women? (Laughs sarcastically) Probably nothing great.
Garance observes Rasnell's reaction to him. Close shot, Rasnell whose self-esteem is hurt. He gave Garance a vicious look. fade out.
Fernambool Theater backstage
The panorama, strange props and weird sets are stacked in a disorderly manner. Acrobats, dancers, dwarfs, men with bird heads, demons, monks, eastern princes, police officers and fairies are busy, some are wearing costumes, some are putting on makeup, some are performing on stage, some are practicing on tiptoes Turning or standing upside down from the stage, some rest or nap against the stained and wet wall, the music of the band outside the painting is often overwhelmed by the audience's laughter. The powder room has a staircase leading to the backstage. The busy stage manager was extremely excited. He hurried down from upstairs. He berated the two quarreling comedians below.
Stage manager: Hey, over there...say you guys, hurry up! (Others are laughing) What are you fooling around, idiots! Damn it... (His voice is drowned in noise)
He walked to an open door. The appraiser was standing at the door.
Appraiser: Zeliko is here! Because there are drinks, people call them drinking troughs; because there are troubles, people call them annoying.
The clothing appraiser walked backstage and met the stage supervisor. The stage manager stopped, the appraiser greeted him and walked forward (shaking into a double shot).
Appraiser: Hello, stage manager! This is a prop, the broken prop you want! (He puts down the burden on his shoulders and counts) A hunting horn, a king's blue dress, three skeletons, a few golden epaulettes, two pairs of patent leather shoes, and a bride's wedding dress.
The appraiser waved the wedding gown and turned around... facing a beautiful girl with brown hair. The girl was wearing a costume, leaning against the support of the background set, her eyes were full of melancholy and perplexed.
Stage manager (outside the picture): A wedding dress? Well, Natalie, this is for you, how about it?
Natalie glanced contemptuously, then fell into thought again. Shots of stage manager and businessman. Behind them, the actors and the setting staff are going back and forth.
Stage manager: I can't do it, it's really contagious. She was also in a trance. well! What love is beautiful...makes people happy!
Appraiser (curiously): So, the love is still there?
Stage Supervisor: Yes, the love is still unbroken.
Appraiser: Is his father unwilling?
Stage Supervisor: Her father...her father tried his best to satisfy her. Yes, it is the reluctance of the "other". But "he" should be happy, this uncivilized guy!
The stage manager left with the baggage.
Appraiser: Good! ...I understand what's going on. I still have to take care of this!
Stage supervisor (coming to the clothing appraiser again): Why am I messing around? (Shrugs) What does it matter to you?
Appraiser (sourly): Don’t forget that people tell me to set the fire hook, pick coal nuclei, peacemaker, mediator... Because I don’t want to see lovers quarreling? (Laughs mysteriously)
The clothing appraiser left the stage supervisor and painted from the left. There was applause from the theater (outside the picture). Panning the camera, the appraiser walked towards Natalie. (Close-up shot of two persons) Yiyi lifted Natalie's chin with his hand and smiled at her. Natalie was taken aback.
Appraiser: Oh, my beauty, let me see your little hand (pick up her hand and look at the pattern). What luck!
Natalie (wake up): Well, luck, I...
Appraiser: Don't say anything silly (watching Natalie's hand all the time), everything will go well. What is written on the handprint... This is what a "kind old man" said to you... You will marry the person you like.
Natalie (with a glimmer of hope): Is this Xiang?
Appraiser: I’m sure this is engraved on your hand... (just walked a few steps, walked back again) When buying wedding furniture (making a kind and wonderful wink), don’t forget I have fine silver cutlery here, which is good in quality and inexpensive.
The clothesman smiled and walked towards the door. He crossed his arms with the people carrying the set. He reached the door and met Frederick coming in from outside. Frederick was very surprised when he saw this scene. Suddenly, Frederick found Natalie.
Frederick: Miss, please forgive me. I interrupted your meditation. I don't know who to ask... I'm looking for a manager.
Natalie (politely, but nonchalantly): Do you have something to do? The manager is in a bad mood right now.
Frederick (disappointingly): In that case, I'll come back another day! ...
Natalie: Oh, you know, he does it every day!
Frederick: Oh, then try your luck! Okay?
Natalie: Okay, please wait a moment.
Natalie walked out of the screen. Only Frederick was left pacing in the background.
Frederick: What a beautiful theater! What an interesting career!
The manager in a bad mood walked towards his daughter Natalie from the door. Natalie stopped him and showed him Frederick.
Manager: Talk to me, talk to me! Naturally there is nothing to ask for words, (pointing to Frederick outside the painting) it is him... this playboy...?
Natalie: Yes, Dad...
Stage Supervisor (coming up from the right): Come on, Natalie!
Natalie followed him to draw from the right. The manager looked at Frederick (the middle shot of the two facing each other).
Manager (arrogantly): Young man, what's the matter?
The stage manager moved to the right, passing behind the manager and Frederick. Before Frederick could speak, the manager stopped the stage supervisor.
Manager: The stage manager, don’t forget the graph that counts the fines... Seraphim Ballini, five francs... He went on stage when he was drunk and threatened others loudly (whistles came from outside the picture), and he started booing again! ... (raising arms high as usual) What did they eat today?
The people in the backstage were all listening to the noise and shouts in the theater.
Stage manager: To be honest, I shouldn't scold them. But they were yelling from the top seat...like a donkey!
Flash shot on the top floor (Note 1). The audience booed and laughed constantly.
Manager: Obviously... They feel the smell of gunpowder in the theater again! (He grabs Frederick by the shoulder) Young man, you can't imagine how my theater was ruined by hatred and jealousy. (The desperate manager can't help stomping his feet, and Frederick is dumbfounded). We are sitting on the crater and performing! It's no longer a pantomime, it's clearly a bullfight, a vendetta. The De Brow group and the Barini group hate each other. The deep hatred between them far exceeds the dispute between Horace and Gurias (Note 2), and far exceeds...
Frederick (said politely for him): Montegu and Capulet (note 3) two big families.
Manager: Capulet...I don't know!
Frederick: This is a character in Shakespeare's script, yes, Romeo.
Manager (interrupting Frederick): Romeo? I have no idea!
Frederick: What a pity! Not many people understand and appreciate Shakespeare's works.
Manager: Well, who knows you and who appreciates you? (Suddenly to again) First, what are you doing here? What do you want to do?
Frederick: I want to play a comedy.
The manager waved his arms, looking agitated. He walked back and forth in front of Frederick. Frederick was puzzled, but still not humble or humble.
Manager (very surprisingly): Comedy! My poor friend, you found the wrong theater. Comedy is not played here, and the theater has no right to play comedy. We should play upside down!
Frederick: Well, I will.
Manager (ignoring): Walk upside down! Did you hear? Handstand, why? Because someone makes things difficult to find. why? Because some people are afraid of us. (Grabbing Frederick's arm excitedly) They know that if comedy is played here, those beautiful and noble theaters will have to be closed (Note 4). In the theater of "their", the audience was so bored... They only acted in old-fashioned plays, antique tragedies, and those hapless mummified figures in ancient sleeveless robes, motionless, shouted hoarsely in Latin, the audience All fell asleep. Please note that in our Fernambool Theatre, there is a lot of life (he almost dances), it's like a fairyland! What? In and out exactly like life...There are slippers and sticks too! ... (the manager grabs Frederick and pulls him to the side of the stage) What a nice audience! They are poor, it is true, but they are like gold. Look, those viewers in "heaven"!
The manager pointed to the upper part of the theater, and Frederick looked up. Panoramic view of the theater, panning the seats on the top floor. Enthusiastic audience (panoramic view). Medium shot, audience. Panning 360 degrees, the audience huddled together, most people were not wearing jackets. They were talking about the performance while eating, and they seemed very comfortable. Several young people were sitting on the railing, and some were hugging their female companions. Most people beat the person in front on the back and laughed loudly. The camera reverses the stage seen by the audience on "Heaven" (overhead shot).
A virgin forest is painted on the beautiful Baroque setting. The actors are imitating a ridiculous scene, and the dance rhythm is fast. The beautiful pigeon played by Natalie is chased by a seductive clown. A pretty girl dressed up as a seabird danced gracefully. A harlequin saw everyone dancing in pairs, and sighed, tearfully walking away. Cassandra came on the field with the gun in his hand.
Close up shots of the enthusiastic audience in "Heaven".
One audience: Hello! Beware! The old man is here!
Shoot the stage from the orchestra. Cassander aimed his gun at the Joker. "Little Bird" flew in surprise. Natalie rushed back towards her father, missed the gun, and the clown had already escaped. Frederick and the manager watched the show behind the scenes. With the help of the stage manager, the clown quickly put on lion skin. Cassandra behaved strangely to his daughter. "Lion" came on, but Cassander did not notice.
Audience on "Heaven": "Oh! Oh!... This time is great! The King of the Desert is here.
The camera heads down the band. An audience member stood up, raised his head, and shouted at "Heaven".
Audience: The one above, stop making noise! ...I can't watch the show!
There was a sound of whistles and wild laughter in the audience.
"Lion" approached Cassander. Natalie saw it, but didn't say anything. "Lion" put his finger on his lips, and then gently placed "Paw" on Cassander's shoulder. Cassandra turned around politely, and subconsciously greeted the visitor. Suddenly, he was taken aback. It turned out that it was a "lion" standing in front of him. "Lion" did not hesitate to make a gesture of proposing to his daughter, "Lion" left with "Dove" as a winner. But the headdress hit a big branch and fell behind him. Cassander immediately recognized the clown and immediately picked up the gun and rushed towards him. At this time, the "pigeon" turned around and found his father. The clown was exposed, rushed towards the old man, grabbed the gun, and slammed him on the head with the butt of the gun. There was a burst of warm applause and laughter.
Manager (gaffefully): This guy, he played too hard!
Frederick: Really?
Cassander awoke and rushed towards the clown.
Cassander: Ah! Badass...venomous snake! I should take revenge! (Grabbing the clown by the collar, kicking him a few times, and then yelling) Come on, friends, someone hit me Anselm De Bro!
Close shot, the two are furious. Others also came to interfere. You shoved me and made a mess.
Joker: Come, brothers Barini! (Barini's gang rushes out)
Backstage, on the side of the yard. De Brow’s accomplices, dressed in Arab and Zulu soldiers’ clothes, also rushed up, squeezing Frederick and the manager aside. The camera took the theater from the stage. The two factions beat each other. Natalie shrugged and walked away. The front middle shot of the orchestra. The stunned musicians stopped playing. In the panoramic view, the audience on "Heaven" was frantic with excitement, adding fuel to the fire.
Audience on "Heaven": Go...Kill him! Shoot John in the head! Fight! Kill him! (Repeat multiple times)
Audience on "Paradise": Come on, beat me up! Smash his teeth! See you in the morgue!
The melee scene on the stage. Whistles, applause, roars like wild beasts were in chaos.
Half-length shot of the manager and Frederick.
Manager (furiously): Bastard! ...Pull the curtain! ...Pull the curtain! Each was fined ten francs...keep them away...what's the matter! Pull the curtain! A fine of fifteen francs per person!
The curtain finally fell, the manager ran over, and the beating crowd separated.
Manager: What a shame!
Unselm (stands up, full of air): The shameful thing is Barini, this bad kind, he dared to slap De Brow on the head viciously in public! (Chest upright) Anselm De Brow asks him to apologize (put on his hat).
Outside the painting came the noise of the audience stomping their feet and yelling for the curtain to be opened.
Manager: Yes, apologize! Hey, go and apologize to the audience, and continue on! The audience was impatient!
Scapia Ballini (eyes bruised, took off the lion skin): Ballini will never apologize... Ballini leaves the Fernambore Theater and has to cross Tempel Avenue from the Golden Bridge .
Manager: This is impossible! ... (raising his arms in the air) Of course this is impossible! Shouldn't you go to work at Saji?
Scarpia (throws the lion skin to the manager): Yes, let's go to him! We are going to be upright. go! Brothers Barini.
They walked out alive. The manager held the lion skin and paced irritably.
Manager: Oh! This is a fatal blow! ...It's a conspiracy...a disaster...(discovered the stage manager) Please bring a chair...Oh, scheming! ...They betrayed me! ...They hurt people with secret arrows! (The stage manager hands the chair over) Thank you, friend!
The camera flashed the front (half body) of Frederick. He listened carefully. The manager slumped on the chair in the center of the stage, and put the lion skin on his knees. The actors watched him silently.
Audience (outside the painting, stomping and shouting rhythmically): Pull the curtain! Pull the curtain! Pull the curtain!
Manager (with a helpless expression): Terrible disaster! Listen, (with tears) my audience, my dear audience!
Audience: (screaming) Ticket refund! Refund! Refund!
The manager leaped up from the chair he was sitting on, carrying the lion skin in a hurry.
Manager (angrily): Huh? What? Refund! Refund, this can’t be done...I hope I’d better show something...
Frederick (outside the painting): Can anyone act? ...
The manager was surprised. All the people present looked back at the man who interrupted the manager and walked towards the manager. Frederick offered himself, and took the lion skin from the manager who was in a daze.
Frederick: As long as you let me play this role, you will see how well I play!
Manager (confounded): Young man, who are you... Where have you acted? Have you acted in any place? What have you played?
Frederick (roaring): Lion!
Frederick shook off the lion's skin and put it on his body.
Frederick: I have always acted as a lion. I am proficient in all the repertoires related to lions, including Lion Bay, Leo Constellation, Lion Psychology Check, Pygmalion (Note 5) I have all performed!
Audience (stomping on the floor, knocking on the cane, shouting rhythmically): Refund! fraud! Refund! fraud!
The embarrassed orchestra conductor asked the musicians to play the music to suppress the shouts of the audience. The stage manager was furious.
Stage manager: One minute can't be delayed. They will ruin everything!
In the middle shot, Frederick has disguised as a lion, but he has not put on his headgear.
Frederick. Listen to the voice of the people. The Christians asked the lion to appear (Note 6). Don't hesitate anymore!
Manager (raising his arms): It's really adding fuel to the fire!
Frederick: How much...?
Manager (interrupting Frederick): Ah! Ungrateful guy, you bargain with me before the show?
Frederick: Not about money... I just wanted to tell you: How much time do I give on stage?
Manager (shaking his head and sighing long): The time should be as short as possible!
Frederick: That's what you said... I told you in advance that once I get on stage, it won't be so easy to get me down. And don’t worry, I know pantomime, as soon as Piero the clown comes on stage...
Camera pan manager, stage manager and Anselm De Brow.
Manager (interrupting Frederick): Pierrot... Pierrot the clown is gone, so bad! Really bad!
Stage manager (suddenly a thought): Should I let Baptiste try?
Unselm De Brow looked serious and walked to the right side of the stage manager in silence.
Anselm De Brow: Baptiste? Absolutely not! Listen, as long as I'm alive, my unworthy son can't perform on the same stage with his Lao Tzu!
Stage Supervisor: I assure you that on the street just now, his performance amused all the audience...
Manager: Are you there?
Stage Supervisor: I was told by others.
Manager: Who?
Stage Supervisor: Cashier.
Manager (showing a smile): Cashier! This is the voice of the public! She was right, she was right in the golden words she said! (To the stage manager) Get Baptiste for me!
Anselm De Brow: I object!
Manager: I, I have decided! (To the stage manager) Go, my friend, go, go! (The stage manager leaves and walks to the left) The Fernambore Theatre is about to sink, and even the mouse has left the ship. The storm was roaring and the audience was making a lot of noise, but on the boat, except for God, I had the final say. (Definitely) I will declare it myself!
The manager walked to the right. The stage seen from the perspective of "heaven" (overhead shot), semi-panoramic. The manager walked between the front of the curtain and the railing, stopped in the middle of the stage, greeted the roaring audience, raised his arms, and calmed the theater. Panning the middle shot, the audience on "Heaven" whistled and yelled.
Audience: Hush...! Hush...! Get rid of him! Do you start acting or tell us to go? Go away, you are not beautiful and not worth seeing. Close the window and he wants to escape. Refund! ...A lie! Refund! ...
The camera shoots overhead on the stage. The manager waved his arms while gesturing to the musicians. The music stopped. The shouts of the audience were gradually lowered.
Manager (speaking hoarsely): Ladies, ladies and gentlemen, the Fernambore Theatre will not hesitate to lose money today and will not raise the ticket price. This is the first time I will introduce to you all... [Cut]
The dressing room of the Fernambool Theatre
A basement that can be reached by a few steps down. In the background is a makeup table with a mirror on it. On the right is a wooden bench. In the middle shot, Natalie's face appeared in the mirror. Natalie, meditating alone, looks in the mirror and tries on her wedding dress. Suddenly, she found Baptiste who was thinking, and immediately turned around.
Baptiste walked down the steps silently (medium shot). He put on the costume of Pierrot the clown again. However, he was much handsomer than when he was performing at the entrance of the theater. He kept holding the red roses that Garrance gave him. He didn't seem to see Natalie, thinking about something as he walked. Natalie stared at him in surprise. Baptiste's hand holding a rose flower (close-up). The camera pans upward, and we see Baptiste's powdered face. He is sitting on a stool (medium shot). He was silent and absent-minded. Natalie entered the screen, only a step away from Baptiste, looking at him with tender eyes.
Natalie: Baptiste, what's the matter with you?
Baptiste (as if still in a dream): Nothing, what's the matter?
Natalie: No! ...No, you have something on your mind.
Baptiste shrugged carelessly. Natalie approached him, sat next to his feet, and pressed her face to his lap.
Natalie: You have something on your mind! ……you're so beautiful.
The camera zooms to the close shots of Baptiste and Natalie. Natalie is on the front, Baptiste is on one side of the picture.
Natalie: Since I love you so much, it shows that you are very beautiful... But today you are more charming than ever, you are simply radiant! (Baptiste smells the roses, Natalie is puzzled) What kind of flower is this?
Baptiste (vaguely): A flower...
Natalie (raising her head): A flower! Is it because you are about to perform on stage, so you feel so happy?
Baptiste: Maybe it is!
Natalie put her face on Baptiste's lap again (close-up of Natalie).
Natalie: I am also very happy, I believe you very much...Ah! Baptiste, if you want, we will live happily together. (Suddenly becomes melancholy) But you don't love me. (Baptiste strokes Natalie's hair lovingly) Oh! I know you love me so much! (Raises his head suddenly, aggressively) I wish you loved me! (Silence for a moment, then sad and tender) Love is a simple thing. (Because Baptiste has been silent) But you deliberately ignored me. There is no way...you love another person! What does this flower mean? Maybe someone gave it to you? Who gave it to you? (More gentle, begging) You should tell me; Baptiste. Recall that you once told me that I am your friend and you will never hide anything from me. Answer me, a woman gave it to you? Do i know her? what is her name?
A frontal half-length shot of Baptiste, with Natalie's back exposed at the edge of the frame. The front and back of the lens is shot.
Baptiste: I don't know (speaking in a low voice, as if talking to myself), I lie on the stone platform by the well and look in. A few of us saw her together, but I was the only one who saw her.
Natalie: Oh! Baptiste, you are still dreaming, you are teasing me!
Baptiste: No, it's true. What do you want me to say to you? I happened to see her again today, and she gave me this flower. That's it.
Natalie: That's it... Wow! It's no big deal. (Intentionally with a mocking tone) Of course Luo, you love her!
Baptiste (close-up from the front, solemnly): Hmm! Yes, I love her.
Natalie (stands up, takes a few steps back in horror, extremely excited): What are you talking about!
Natalie stared at Baptiste distractedly, tears welling up in her eyes. The middle shot of Natalie and Baptiste, with the stage manager standing in the background. The stage manager stepped forward. Walking towards them, Natalie looked at Battites with tears in her eyes, and walked away from him.
Stage Supervisor: Ah, my little lamb, it's time for you to play. (To Baptiste) Oh, you are so beautiful, Baptiste. A flower...Wow, a flower, this is an out-of-article branch...It will make you laugh. You know how to act below. (Referring to Natalie) You love her, but she laughs at you fiercely. So you wept bitterly. You have to pretend to be stupid,...how, it's not difficult! Come on, kids, go wow!
Baptiste, who had been meditating, stood up and walked towards the door. Natalie followed shyly.
Low-level restaurant, Dampur Street, exterior, night
In the wilderness, a simple wooden house with weak light.
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