text / (United States) Allison Burnett
translated / Liu Hongyu
fade into the
location, Central Park,
a man and a woman walking on the sidewalk in the afternoon of September , whispering conversation. The surrounding trees are full of autumn colors, and the birds are singing. The shadows of the trees on the trail are mottled.
To their left is the grass under the sun, a group of teenagers, there are frisbee, football, smoke, marijuana, beer, drink, and enjoy the little summer left. Time.
A close-up shot of the man and woman.
The man is Wills Keane, 40 or 50 years old, described as handsome, well-dressed, steady and generous. At first glance, he looks radiant, he is the kind of man who can remain optimistic despite adversity. The only trace that time left on him was the weight of the status quo on his shoulders. His eyes were moved with regret, and the wrinkles on his face were more self-awakening than complaining.
The woman walking beside him, 30 years old, is beautiful and intelligent. Her name is not important, because there are many people who have gone like her, and if the situation remains the same, there will be many people who follow her.
When Wells spoke, she listened intently.
Wells: I should have waited to tell you, but I don't want to be misunderstood by you.
Woman: Yes, of course you don't want to.
Location, Central Park. Later
they still talked calmly and came to a more secluded part of the park.
Woman: Yes, of course I know why you think so. Of course I understand. Human nature. But I don't understand why you broke up so quickly. I mean we just met and our relationship is changing. You don't even know me yet.
Wells: No, I understand.
She was amused by his overconfidence.
Woman: Oh, really?
Wells: I knew it the moment I met you. The saddest thing is that as we all get older, you will get to know others very quickly. I even know you will hate me in the end.
Woman: Oh, you are wrong, I won't.
Wells (languishing smile): Let time be the test.
She smiled. Then he stopped, what he heard. She also stopped, and she heard it too, it was a girl's voice. He turned his head inadvertently, avoiding the harsh sunlight.
He walked a few steps, through the bushes, and saw more than 20 people sitting in folding chairs on the lawn. Most of them are middle-aged or older, and they look like wise cultural people.
The one who took the lead was Charlotte Fielding, 19 years old, with fair and elastic skin, a little pale, and unusually cute. She wore a somewhat weird hat. Although it was a bit outdated, she looked upright, her eyes were warm and intelligent, and her voice was full of emotion.
Charlotte: I sat by her bed and cried for a few weeks. I told her that I love her and I hope she will not leave me. All I thought about was that if she died, I would lose her forever. The next night, she was very painful, so I stopped thinking about myself, I started to think about her. (Tears) I don't cry anymore, I said goodbye to her. Soon, in less than an hour, Ella left.
The woman whispered a woman in Wells' ear
: It was so sad.
Wells ignored her. He stared at Charlotte curiously, moved by her deep and sincere emotions.
Charlotte: I really want to stop her if possible and cry her back from death. This is all I want to do to Ella, and I will never do this to anyone again. (Softly) Although I don't want anyone to do this to me.
She looked at everyone, and many people were crying. Tears slipped off her face, and she wiped away the tears with a smile.
Seeing that Wells was interested in this girl, the
woman whispered--- woman: So do you know her?
He knows a lot, or at least he thinks he knows. But his answer was very cold.
Wells: She is still a child.
He gently took the woman's arm and led her away.
He finally looked back secretly.
Charlotte had returned to her seat, and she had also noticed Wells. Their eyes met, flashing together like sparks.
At this time, an old man stood up from his seat——
Old man: I met Ella at the City College in 1938...
Wells slowly turned around and walked away.
Music and subtitles are in.
Exterior view, Manhattan subway station, a
group of pedestrians walking on the steps leading to the crowded street in the autumn evening .
Charlotte was in the crowd, struggling to hold a pile of shopping bags and dragging an old wooden mannequin hanger.
She wore a tight short jacket, a backpack, and another hat, which was a bit weird.
Location, Washington Square Garden, at dusk
Charlotte is walking on the road covered with fallen leaves holding the model's neck. Passed by a group of New York University students who were going to class while smoking, talking and laughing.
Location, West Village Avenue, at dusk
Charlotte dragged the model along the block. A young man offered to help, but she politely and firmly refused.
Location, West Village Avenue. At dusk,
Charlotte wearily dragged the model across the pebble pavement and onto the porch of a charming but slightly dilapidated brownstone apartment.
Location, Brownstone Apartment.
Charlotte opened a door at dusk . The room was dark. She pressed the light switch, but nothing
happened. She tried back and forth... Charlotte: Damn it.
She put down the bag and pushed the model in.
Charlotte: Dolly! The bulb is broken!
The music and subtitles fade out.
Interior view, the living room of the brown stone apartment,
the figure of eight is reflected in the same dark room as above . A banner with "Happy Birthday" hung on the mantelpiece. The coffee table is full of brightly wrapped gifts.
Interior view, lounge, ibid
Charlotte looked at the door of the living room suspiciously...
Charlotte: Dolly?
She tiptoed through the darkness, listening carefully.
Interior view, living room, ibid.
We heard giggles and whispers. An old woman uttered a tinny cry---a
harsh cry: My butt hurts.
A group of people laughed, and soon they were quiet again. The door handle turned and the door opened. In the bright light, everyone jumped out.
Everyone: Hi!
A "model" in Charlotte's jacket, backpack and hat broke into the room, jumping like a madman.
Everyone walked in screaming. Amidst laughter, Charlotte also walked into the crowd. She laughed and shook a finger...
Charlotte: Did you see it? I'm not scared!
Interior view, Wells' bedroom,
an old-fashioned alarm clock ticking on the dressing table at night . Standing in front of the mahogany mirror, Wells buttoned his fresh and neat white shirt.
Lying on the bed, half wrapped in a bed sheet, naked and wearing a string of pearls is Tanya, 35 steps, black hair, thin body. She was smoking a cigarette.
Tanya: Oh, Wells, why is it like this again. This is our third date, and it's almost a cliché.
Wells: But I thought you liked it.
Tanya reached out to flick the ash, and just before it hit the ashtray, the ash fell on the "New York" magazine.
The cover of the magazine is a photo of Wells in a fashionable restaurant with a young chef beside him. The title read: The Prodigal Son Turns Back.
Tanya: Oh, I do like it, but there is not a single dish on the menu that I can eat.
Wells (laughing out loud): Of course, there is almost nothing you want to digest.
He put a chain button on the cuff of his shirt. She pretended not to care...
Tanya: Well then, let's go. You deserve it if I eat a terrible fat man.
Wells started to wear a tie -
Wells: No, it won't. Because it takes at least a few weeks to get fat, you won't even be talking to me by then.
Tanya (curiously): Why do you say that?
He stopped to adjust his tie and looked at Tanya in the mirror.
Wells: Because we have no future. All I can give you is...that is what we have now...it will be meaningless until it ends.
He continued to arrange his tie, and said softly ---
Wells: I should have waited to tell you, but I don't want to be misunderstood by you.
She stared at him, speechless.
The interior, the restaurant, and the restaurant that night was
exquisitely decorated and elegant, with a warm and cheerful atmosphere. This is the time when the audience is seated most of the night. Most dining tables are full of guests, and the bar is also full.
Exterior view, Upper East Side of New York. After
rush hour, a taxi drove by and stopped on the side of the road in front of the restaurant.
There are no glass windows on the front of the restaurant, only a small piece of brass plaque embedded in gray marble, marking the name of the store: "Elysium".
Wells and Riko, a Japanese woman in her 30s, got out of the taxi intimately, dressed well, and walked to the front door.
The interior scene, "Elysium", connects
when Wells and Riko enter the door, two drunks pass by them. One of them recognized Wells and smiled frivolously.
Wells helped Riko take off his coat. Jesus, 30 years old, a Cuban-American restaurant foreman, walked carefully...
Jesus: Good evening, Mr. Keane, you are going to eat here tonight ?
Wells: Of course. Jesus, please prepare table 7 if it is convenient.
Jesus: Okay, sir.
Wells handed Riko's clothes to Melissa, 20, a cloakroom waiter.
Wells: How are you, Melissa?
Melissa (blushing): Very good, Mr. Keane.
Celia, in her 20s, came over with a smile in a hearty blonde and blue-eyed female uniform.
Wells: Good evening, Celia, you...
Celia (professional smile): It couldn't be better, sir, thank you!
Jesus: Table 7.
Celia: Please here.
Celia glanced at Riko, and immediately stepped forward. Wells was amused and confused by Celia's actions. His hand was on Riko's back...
Wells: I'll be here in a while.
Riko nodded and agreed, following Celia.
Wells came to the front desk of the restaurant. His best friend and restaurant manager, John Volpe, 40 years old, chic and suave, was listening to the phone in Brooklyn.
Wells put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear...
Wells: How?
John (covering the phone): Chaos booming.
Wells: Very professional.
John: To put it bluntly, you slogan. It's all there.
Wells smiled back and glanced at the bar. John turned his head in the direction of Riko...
John: So who is the candidate ex-wife? I thought you were wasting time on that Tanya.
Wells: We have wisely reached an agreement on the mitigation agreement.
Wells walked to the bar, and John smiled and shook his head.
The camera followed Wells across the bar. It was not only the employees but also the customers who greeted him warmly. Most of them were celebrities from all walks of life. Wells also shook hands, kissed each other and exchanged greetings with these people.
Suddenly, Celia blushed and walked over —
Celia: Well, I didn't have the right to say that, right? You can fire me if you want, but in the six weeks since our opening, you have brought six different women, and tonight is the seventh. This is beginning to affect me.
Wells: In which way?
Celia: I still have to greet them with a smile! It's like working in a stray dog shelter! I'm afraid to know their names, and I don't even want to smile at them, because I know they will all be dumped soon!
Wells: I assure you this is not a painful process.
Celia was surprised and couldn't help but
sneered --- Celia: Really?
Wells: Of course. (Pause) Especially for me.
They all laughed. Wells approached her, lowered his voice, and said softly and sincerely—
Wells: Actually, I am very grateful for your concern, Celia. I am indeed a little worried about myself.
Celia: Really?
Wells: Really. I have tried to do better. (Uneasyly) But, you know, old problems are hard to correct.
Celia: Then I won't be fired?
Wells: No. In fact John is looking for an assistant. Go and tell him that you have been promoted.
Wells smiled, patted her on the shoulder, and walked away. Celia couldn't believe what happened just now.
A waiter passed by Hamles, carrying a birthday cake with candlelight flashing on it, and a hat-shaped decoration made of cream, and he walked towards the inner dining room.
There was a happy birthday singing. Wells followed curiously.
Interior view, in the dining room, the
waiter puts the cake in the center of the round table. The singing ended, cheers and applause broke out. Wells couldn't see whose birthday was because the waiter blocked his sight.
Just when Wells was about to leave, the waiter walked away. Wells glanced and saw the girl on her birthday. At first, he couldn't see her clearly, but later he saw her clearly, and his expression became soft and cheerful.
The girl is Charlotte. She is wearing a black velvet coat and a weird hat. Her eyes glowed in the candlelight. Everyone asked her to make a wish in unison, and she shouted---
Charlotte: Guys! Let me think about it! (Intently) Alright, alright.
Charlotte blew out the candle very hard. Everyone cheered.
Sitting on Charlotte's right is Simon Lorraine, in his 20s, British, cynical and lovable. He gestured to her chest and said————
Simon: Attention everyone! They should appear anytime now.
Everyone laughed. Charlotte slapped him jokingly---
Charlotte: That's hilarious. Now you should come over and bow down at my feet right away.
Simon: Oh, honey, you know, if I can, I will.
Charlotte’s best friend Shannon Harris, 19 years old, a red-haired girl who is both hypocritical and measurable, her face is blocked by curly hair, and her mouth is muttering —
Shannon: If he is lying at your feet, then I want to borrow your Prada slippers.
Everyone laughed.
The camera returns to Wales. He wanted to approach Charlotte, but he looked back and saw Riko sitting at the table alone, stirring the drink with a straw boredly. Ashamed of his rudeness, he turned to Riko, but he heard
the voice of a woman: Is that Wills Keane?
He turned to see Dolores Talbot, 70 years old, with a golden wig, a lanky body, and withered, big, sad eyes. She is holding a glass of mixed drink——-
woman: You don’t seem to have changed at all!
Wells: I'm very sorry, I know—?
Woman: Little fool, I'm Dolores Talbot, Dolly!
Wells' smile was a little uncomfortable---
Wells: Oh my god, that's exactly it.
Dolly: Yes, I know, after all, time is not forgiving, but it's good. Come here, Romeo, let the past pass, hug me, watch out for this cocktail.
When Wells hugged Dolly, he kept looking at Charlotte.
Dolly: What are you doing here? Why did I hear that you had tossed up all your family property in an earthquake place.
Wells: Actually, I doubled it.
Dolly: Great!
Charlotte was observing them, but she seemed to have only Wells in her eyes.
Charlotte's cheeks are reddish, and she pretends to be listening to Shannon telling stories -
Shannon: You all know what the people watching are going on. It would say something like "This is the most fake ID I have ever seen." What else can I say, "Really? Your wig is terribly fake!" Then when...
Simon noticed Charlotte's distraction and quietly said to her——
Simon: Are you okay? You look very pale.
Charlotte barely moved his lips and whispered---
Charlotte: He is here, he is staring at me again.
Shannon: No way!
Shannon and Simon turned to look at them at the same time, but they were immediately stopped by Charlotte —
Charlotte: No! (To Simon) Wait a moment, go to the bathroom.
Simon: How can I recognize him?
Charlotte: He is handsome, but he is a little older.
Simon: Really? (Stands up) If he has money again, then you have something to do.
Simon got up from his seat and walked towards Wells, Charlotte watching secretly. When Simon passed by Wells, he smiled faintly. Wells was confused.
Charlotte: Okay, look.
Shannon turned his head and looked up at Wells. When she looked back at Charlotte, her mouth was so open---
Shannon: He was as old as my dad!
Charlotte laughed.
The camera returns to Wells, and Dolly spit out a puff of smoke on his face, and he tries to be as focused as possible.
Dolly: Of course, if you are a cactus or a lizard, it’s okay to live in Los Angeles, but you are a New Englander, and your withered soul will go with the wind like dead branches and leaves.
Wells: It only took me 20 years to wake up.
Dolly: What are you doing now? How many restaurants do you own, right?
The camera returns to Charlotte. She listened to Shannon in her
seat—— Shannon: Then, we made money and got mixed in. The result was so irritating! Nothing but crappy...
Charlotte looked up, her face changed, her eyes widened---
Charlotte: Oh, terrible.
Shannon: What's the matter?
Dolores came over and took Wells by the arm—
Dolly: Children! Let me introduce an old friend of mine, the owner of this wonderful restaurant-Wills Keane!
The whole table greeted Wells, and he consciously looked at everyone except Charlotte.
Dolly: This is the girl whose birthday is today—my granddaughter Charlotte.
Wells was taken aback, but he tried to hide it, showing a natural smile---
Wells: Katie and Jay's daughter?
Dolly: Of course. She inherited her father's height and mother's talent.
Dolly pointed to Charlotte's hat—
Dolly: She made it herself, and that one too (referring to Shannon's hat). Dear, show us it.
Shannon took the hat she was wearing and made a comedic action, and everyone was amused.
Wells turned his gaze to Charlotte.
Wells: That's great!
In order to express acceptance of this compliment as gracefully as possible, Charlotte had to grin a bit -
Charlotte: Thank you.
The waiter who poured the wine stood aside, beside him were two bottles of champagne with ice. He reached for one of the bottles, and Wells motioned for him to stop---
Wells: I think we have a better one.
The waiter understood what the boss meant, nodded, and left with champagne.
Wells: Charlotte, happy birthday.
Charlotte: Thank you.
Shannon (whispering): She is 20 years old, and never...
Charlotte (laughs): Shut up!
Wells was very happy, he showed the brightest smile to Charlotte.
Wells: Keep celebrating. (Kissing Dolly on the cheek) I'm so glad to see you again.
Dolly: Me too.
Wells turned around and was about to go out. Simon also returned to his seat, deliberately drawing his attention before Wells left——-
Simon: Leaving so soon?
Wells glanced at him, although it was a little unclear, he continued to walk outside. Simon sat down and whispered to Charlotte ---
Simon: My heart is not beating anymore. (Signs to the chest) Didn’t yours jump anymore?
Shannon (whispering to Charlotte): You are not fascinated by him, are you?
Charlotte turned to
Dolly, who was already sitting down-- Charlotte: Hi, Dolly, how did you know him?
Dolly (somewhat upset): In Newport, an old friend of your mother.
Dolly ate a piece of birthday cake.
Fading into the
exterior scene, outside the window, in the distant scene,
a breeze in the morning blows over the white lace curtains. The phone rang.
Interior view, brownstone apartment, kitchen, ditto.
Charlotte is standing in a small and old kitchen, wearing a flannel pajamas, and when she hears the phone ringing upstairs, she shows a nervous expression. She took an apple from the bowl and rushed out of the kitchen immediately.
The camera followed Charlotte through the dining room, into the living room, the porch, and finally up the dim stairs.
Interior view, Charlotte's bedroom, morning
Childishness, girlishness, and mature woman's characteristics gather in one room. From stuffed animal toys to pop culture posters, to a large number of literature books, there is everything here.
The phone rang again.
Charlotte leaped heavily on the bed and grabbed the phone—
Charlotte: Okay, hell, I'll be fine!
Switching the
interior view, the top floor terrace of
Wells , in the morning Wells is sitting in a robe and pajamas and talking on the mobile phone. His happy smile is like a bright sunrise —
Wells: What is it?
Charlotte: Oh my god, I'm sorry! Wait a minute, who are you?
Wells: Wells Keane.
Her heartbeat almost stopped. She sat up slowly, her body tense.
Wells: Who do you think it is?
Charlotte: Actually I thought it was my friend Simon. He always called me early, in a certain...you know... aftermath.
Wells: So what can you do, Charlotte? Not yet 20 years old.
Charlotte: Too much, there are even more wicked ones. But, do you want to talk to my grandma?
Wells (laughs): No.
Olivia, 30, a Jamaican chef and butler in Wales, walked in. Plump, generous, and always smiling, she brought a hearty continental breakfast and the New York Times. Wells gave her a silent greeting, she put the plate on the table, smiled and exited.
Wells: I called because I was going to participate in a charity event, the kind of formal wear. I want you to help design a hat for my dancing partner.
Charlotte: Really? Wow, that sounds interesting, no problem.
Wells: The problem is that I don't know how old she is, but it seems to be similar to yours. What size do you wear, size 6?
Charlotte: Yeah.
Wells: Well, it's the same size as you.
Charlotte: Actually---
Wells: Let's take the risk.
Charlotte ran to the tailor's desk and started looking for pens and paper. The paper was found, but no pen was found...
Wells: She was wearing a sleeveless black jacket. Of course, this hat must be black or white.
She found a pen, but it didn't work well. She grabbed an eyeliner casually and wrote ---
Charlotte: Are there any detailed requirements for style?
Wells (drinking coffee): Nothing, these are enough. When can I get it?
Charlotte: One to two weeks.
Wells: Yes, until Thursday, I will get it at 7 o'clock. I live in Pembroke, between Central Park West and 76th Street.
Charlotte: Oh, wow! OK.
Wells: How much do you offer?
Charlotte (braining): I haven't really collected any money yet. I usually do it for my friends.
Wells: Five hundred, how about it?
Charlotte: Really? Wow!
Wells: Charlotte?
His tone changed suddenly, and he calmed down immediately. This makes Charlotte both frustrated and excited —
Charlotte: What?
Wells: You said too much "wow".
Charlotte: I know.
Wells: Stop it, you are already a lady.
Charlotte: I understand.
Wells: Goodbye!
Charlotte: Goodbye.
She hung up the phone, curled up on the bed, and couldn't help laughing again.
Wells was still holding the phone, looking into the distance dreamily.
When Olivia came in, he was taken aback. Her Queens accent is very heavy, like having just come from the Caribbean —
Olivia: Look, you worry me again.
Wells: What do you mean?
Olivia: You slept alone last night. It must be that you are uncomfortable or something is wrong. Do you want me to call a doctor?
Wells: Thank you, it's okay, I'm fine.
She glanced at him slyly, and left. Wells smiled and drank his coffee in peace.
Before moving on to the next scene, we first heard the children's yelling and laughter.
Interior view, Schwartz toy store,
around a group of parents and children at night , Wells standing next to John (the manager of the Elysium restaurant), and his wife Sarah Volpe, 30, who is in Always pay attention to the children amidst the noise -
John: Come on, buddy! Don't worry about it! I would not choose an aristocratic school like Bendover—
Wells (to Sarah): Should it be called Andover?
Sarah: Of course, if his family can afford it.
John: Say Wells Keenbai asked a 20-year-old girl to buy three bottles of ohm wine, and then told me that he just liked the girl's grandmother. I felt suspicious no matter how I smelled it.
Sarah (looks around) Oh, isn't it? I also think which child's diaper should be changed.
Wells (easily): Well, I admit, I am interested in her.
John (turning to Sarah): He's really here! really can not believe it! What is he taking us for?
Sarah: It's just improper.
Wells (happily): Okay, you guys are too exaggerated.
John: Do you really think so? My friend, since we got rid of the strength, I have been relying on your temper! You bring a new woman every week, I never said anything. why? Because I think you are right at least in demography. Maybe in case you will really meet a confidante. But this girl is almost the daughter of your confidante!
Wells (uneasily): I know. Specific to her, there are indeed some problems. But she is so special, I just think...
Sarah: "She is in her young age. She is passionate. And I have reached the age of menopause. Why not give it a try?"
Wells and Sarah exchanged glances.
Wells: The problem is that I will not lie to you, will I?
Sarah shook her head.
Children’s voices: Mom, Dad, look, look!
Molly and Cara, Volpe's 5-year-old twin daughters, ran over, each happily holding a large plush toy.
John: Hi, they are bigger than you guys!
John picked up his daughters and kept kissing them.
Wells watched, his eyes filled with blank, longing envy. He knew Sarah Chi was looking at him. She smiled sympathetically.
Interior view, brownstone apartment, living room, the
outdated furniture in the afternoon is a bit dim. The white walls have been slightly yellowed due to years of smoke. On the corner of the ceiling, the wall skin has peeled off, showing an uneven shape.
Dolly was sitting in an old leather armchair, smoking a cigarette, drinking a cocktail, and watching a daytime TV talk show.
In the background, we see Charlotte working in the restaurant next door, which has been turned into an interesting tailor's room by her.
The camera zooms closer to Charlotte. She is making a hat model on the head of a wooden mannequin. She is surrounded by materials and tools for making hats: fabrics, hat supports, sewing machines.
Shannon was wearing a sweater and T-shirt, lying on the floor, eating chocolate beans, drinking sugar-free soda, and making heavy marks on the textbook with a yellow marker.
Charlotte stopped, wiped his eyes, glanced at Shannon, and smiled---
Charlotte: Why do you want to paint those unimportant parts? Save some of your ink.
Shannon: Can't you stop being nosy? Then you won't bother me anymore.
They all laughed. At this time, Dolly said jokingly ---
Dolly: Now, if your two kids are not fun...
Shannon turned on her back ---
Shannon: God, I don't like school.
Charlotte pinned a black lace band to her hat---
Dolly: Oh, don't do that. You said you were in good shape last week. You like going to school!
Shannon: So, I am now in my menstrual period, and I hate it again.
Charlotte chuckled and put the half-finished hat on Shannon's head. Shannon sat in a chair with a wheel and slid to the mirror---
Charlotte: I think you are very lucky. How I wish I could go to university.
Shannon slid back again, looking at Charlotte. Her expression suddenly
became serious — Shannon: Am I the worst spoiled child in the world?
Charlotte: Spoiled children don't even ask such questions. (Pointing to the hat again) What do you think?
She demonstrated how to wear a hat. Tears flickered in Shannon's eyes, and she couldn't even say a joke ---
she said: You are the most beautiful person in the world.
Location, Central Park West,
with cold autumn rain at night . The Irish janitor, Michael, 60 years old, looked melancholy, crouched, smoking a cigarette, and looking up at the sky that only spreads his sorrow to the world.
A limousine stopped. The window glass was rolled down —
Driver: Michael! How about it?
Gatekeeper: It's a bit early, isn't it?
Driver: Hi, it's safer to be earlier on rainy days, do you know what I mean?
With the sound of running footsteps, Michael turned his head. The driver followed suit.
It was Charlotte, wearing old denim clothes, light raincoats, and sneakers, dashing across the street, holding a garbage bag with things in it.
Charlotte: I'm looking for Keane!
She ran past Michael-
interior view, elevator, at night
Michael pressed the shiny brass elevator switch. Charlotte was panting, with wet hair, staring at the changing numbers. Michael gave her a fatherly smile---
Michael: He is going to a strange banquet tonight.
Charlotte was a little puzzled about his kindness, but still smiled politely: Oh, really?
Interior view, the penthouse in Wells, the
elevator door opened later .
Michael: Watch out for the steps, miss.
Charlotte: Thank you.
She walked out, to the door of Wells's room, and waited for the elevator to close. As soon as the elevator closed, she immediately retreated to the table with a gilded mirror hung. She took out a cute old hat box from the garbage bag and stuffed the bag under the table. Then she soon began to check herself in the mirror. She didn't like the way she was now. She fiddled with her wet hair and pressed hard, but it didn't work. She thought about the time, so she hurried back to the door of the room, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell.
She waited and waited. Then she heard footsteps approaching. She suddenly realized that she had forgotten the box on the table, rushed to grab the box, and when she returned to the door, it happened to open.
Olivia, the butler of Wells came out in uniform and carrying a purse. Her voice was low and gentle: He was waiting for you, Miss Fielding.
They smiled to each other. Charlotte walked in.
Interior view, Wells's apartment, connected to
Charlotte through a somewhat dim corridor decorated with oil paintings and Persian carpets, and three lighted antique candlesticks. She walked slowly and cautiously.
The interior view, the living room of Wells, the connecting
room is very spacious, and the antique furniture and decorations all show a harmonious male elegance. Charlotte walked in shyly and heard---
Wells: What happened?
She followed the sound and saw Wells standing in front of a large French window with her back facing away. The lights of the city flickered in the distance, and only the large area of Central Park was dimmed.
Charlotte: I couldn't get a taxi, so I had to change to the subway... At that time there was only one express train, and this station still didn't stop...
Wells: Did you realize that, don't you know you were 18 minutes late? ?
Charlotte: I know, I'm sorry, I...
Wells turned around. He was tall, in a well-fitting evening dress, his hair was not messy, and his nails had just been trimmed. He smiled happily at her—
Wells: Charlotte, relax. What's the use of being young and beautiful if you don't let men wait for a long time? In fact, you let me down, and I expect you to be at least half an hour late.
Charlotte was very happy with his compliment, and his expression became cheerful ---
Charlotte: I can go back and come again.
Wells: No, it's too late. Anyway, I want to see the hat.
He approached her. She smiled and opened the box, untied the ribbon, and carefully took out the hat. The hat is unique, simple and elegant. She looked at him expectantly. He hardly shows any expressions—
Wells: Put it on.
Charlotte: I can't. I'm soaked.
Wells: It doesn't matter.
Charlotte was a little weird, putting on his hat carefully. She walked towards the mirror, lowered the veil, and adjusted the hat to the right angle.
Wells came behind her and looked at the image in the mirror together. She felt his presence and heard his breathing. They whispered--
Wells: It's perfect! It looks like a small sculpture!
Charlotte: I hope it looks like a little poem.
She smiled. Their eyes met in the mirror.
Wells: If only it could come in handy! (Don't look at her anymore) The person I had appointment withdrew a few hours ago.
Charlotte: Why?
Wells: I don't know, she didn't explain it either. Are you willing to... replace her?
Charlotte couldn't believe it, she smiled at him in the mirror.
Charlotte: Dress like this?
Wells: The whole set of clothes I bought for her is hung in the closet in the guest room.
Charlotte (nervously): Is it okay? you sure?
Wells (happily): Of course.
He gestured towards the other half-open door. Charlotte turned around, bit her lip and looked at the door, and walked in with her back to Wells.
The interior view, the big ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, the night is
unprecedented. A charity party initiated by the Metropolitan Museum of Art and attended by 500 people from the upper class. Everyone is dressed in black and white.
A large band is playing, from waltz to jazz to swing dance. The decorative lights flickered, and guests were sitting in luxurious boxes, looking at the marble dance floor below, where people were dancing with a waltz.
The camera moves closer to Wells and Charlotte, they are dancing together. Charlotte was wearing a sleeveless black coat, a shawl with faux fur, and of course her hat.
Wells: Nonsense, great dance. Where did you learn it?
Charlotte: At Ella's. The memorial ceremony you hit was held for her.
Wells: So you saw me there.
Charlotte: Yeah, I saw you again on the cover of "New York" magazine. Later, I chose a venue to celebrate my birthday. So...
Next, Wells thought for a while. He smiled and realized that her appearance in "Elysium" was not accidental. She also smiled sweetly and shyly.
Beside them, two rich women, in their 40s, are also very slim and tall, watching Wells and Charlotte waltz.
Standing next to them was the humble Lisa, 23 years old, with blond hair and plain clothes.
Rich woman A: Of course he is going to back down. I mean he has deceived too many of the best women in the city, what did he leave behind?
Pause. Lisa pretended to look at her innocently.
Lisa: Third-rate woman?
Rich woman second: Exactly.
Rich Woman A: If what I heard is true, he is buying things for the bride. What I want to tell you is that he misunderstood the person.
Lisa: Why do you say that?
Rich woman (with a sneer): You can't find a good wife on the cherry tree.
The women laughed together. Lisa felt a little uneasy, and looked back at Wells and Charlotte.
Interior, grand ball, later
Wells and Charlotte in a leisurely romantic love songs in dance. Wells was very intoxicated when she saw her pleasant expression —
Charlotte: I met Ella in the fourth grade. She is my teacher in Xiaohong school. We became friends after she retired. She taught me how to cook and sew, speak Italian, and enjoy life and find fun, even when she knew she was dying. (Pauses) The most important thing is that she introduced me to poetry. She believes that poetry is the most advanced art form, and I pursue the realm of poetry in everything I say and do.
Wells was a little uneasy at this moment, and then he calmly took the risk to say it——
Wells: But to some extent, it sounds like she replaced your mother...
Charlotte: It should be me. The position of mom and dad. After they died, Dolly was so shocked that she gave up everything. Once the tragedy happened, she no longer cared about anyone, including herself. She is not my terrible relative, nor abused me, she just ignored me. She is more like a weird landlady than a grandma.
Charlotte smiled sadly. Her eyes flickered in the light.
Wells: I believe she has tried her best.
Charlotte: I have thought so for a long time, and I made excuses for her. But now I don't think so. I was only 7 years old, and when I needed her, she was gone.
Wells was lost in thought. Finally, he said ---
Wells: I still remember the scene when I heard your parents had an accident. Do you know what a long list published in the newspaper after the car accident? You know, I grew up in Boston and naturally started browsing the list. However, unexpectedly...
At this moment, a swing music sounded. Wells smiled and faced the embarrassment that suddenly changed the atmosphere, and wanted to accompany Charlotte away...
Charlotte: Oh, no, hi! I like this song. Don't you like it? Didn’t you grow up listening to it?
Wells: How old do you think I am?
Charlotte: Hundreds of years old!
Charlotte grabbed his hand and began to dance to the music. Wells smiled ---
Wells: I don't know this!
Charlotte: Happy!
She took off her coat and threw it on the chair, and started to jump up. Wells had no intention of this, and finally gave in.
A footage shows that Wells and Charlotte had a wonderful time. Wells was somewhat restrained, while Charlotte was cheerful and not shy.
Some guests noticed them. Their response was either bewilderment or disgust, and some thought it was nothing more than amusement.
But the most detailed observation is Lisa.
Finally, in the middle of the song, Wells and Charlotte walked out, panting and laughing. Wells went straight to the bar, and Charlotte turned to look at the other dancers.
Lisa stood beside her afterwards. They smiled to each other. Lisa handed her a cocktail napkin. Charlotte took it and wiped her forehead.
They talked in music.
Lisa: I have to come. I work in a museum. How did you come here?
Charlotte: It's a date.
Lisa: With Wills Keane, right?
Charlotte: Do you know him?
Lisa: Just heard.
Charlotte: It's mainly playing with women, right?
Lisa: It is said to be so. (Shaking hands) My name is Lisa.
Charlotte: Charlotte Fielding.
They shook hands. Lisa saw from a distance that Wells was walking towards them with two glasses of wine.
Although Lisa was anxious to retreat, she did not forget to take a cover calmly ---
Lisa: However, my duty is to make everyone feel at home. But nice to meet you.
Charlotte: Me too.
Lisa smiled politely and walked away.
Wells walked up and Lisa disappeared into the crowd. His brows frowned, and he didn't quite believe what he saw.
He handed Charlotte a glass of wine—
Wells: Who is that?
Charlotte: What is Lissa's name.
The name touched him. Wells was a little excited, but he immediately concealed himself and raised his glass ---
Wells (toast): Cheers, wish...
Charlotte: Both of us.
Wells smiled hesitantly, and they toasted.
Interior view, Wells's living room, the
room is empty at night . There was laughter in the distance. The door opened and closed. We heard Wells and Charlotte, both of them were a little drunk, walking towards the hall——-
Charlotte: God, you speak like a hundred and six years old!
Wells: I often think so too. But not tonight. I feel like 16 tonight, only 16 years old, and it’s okay to play a quarterback.
Wells crossed the bar and pulled out a bottle of iced champagne from the refrigerator.
Wells: Champagne?
Charlotte: Lack of sincerity.
Wells smiled. He opened the bottle cap and at the same time had a series of thoughts -
Wells: You know, Charlotte, as you grow up, you start to realize the pattern. People are always trapped in various typologies. Usually you start to get to know a person before you are introduced. If this is a woman, before the romance begins, there will be a voice telling you what it is and how long you will last. The saddest and most boring thing is precisely that most of this voice is right. (Pulls out the cork) Now, for you, I think what inspiration tells me now is that I found you unprecedented, and of course it is also unpredictable.
Charlotte: Gosh, that must be a relief.
Wells (confusedly): Why?
Charlotte: I still have to tell a woman about this and practice it on her.
Wells: Wait a minute.
Charlotte: No, because I said the same as you. And there is nothing less than it.
Wells smiled and shook his head, fascinated and at a loss.
Charlotte: I am "unique". At least my yoga teacher said so. He said that few things are unique in the world, and I am one of them.
Wells: Well, he is a smart man.
He handed her a glass of champagne.
Charlotte: On the contrary, you should be the kind of "typical" he calls.
Wells: Oh, really?
Charlotte: Yeah. I can attest. Do you want me to prove it? come over.
Wells took a few steps closer.
Charlotte: Get closer.
Wells got closer until they were only a few feet apart.
Charlotte: No, come here, really get closer.
Wells couldn't believe his luck. He approached her until their cheeks could almost touch each other.
Charlotte: Very good. Now look carefully.
She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his mouth.
Their breaths melted together. Wells looked almost intoxicated.
Then, slowly, he kissed her.
She didn't kiss him back.
Finally, he left a bit, staring at her, breathing tightly, not knowing what to say.
Charlotte said softly: Did you see it? You are the typical. (Pauses) For what you just did, most girls my age will slap you. Otherwise, react in one way or another. (Pause) You are lucky because I am unique.
She smiled, and then kissed him deeply. Her arms hugged his neck.
Interior view, Wells' bedroom, hidden
by deep shadows at night , through the rainy glass window, we saw Wells take off his shirt and leaned over Charlotte with the collar open. He kissed Charlotte's neck and lips passionately.
fade in
Interior view, Wells' bedroom, the
room is shrouded in golden sunlight in the morning . Charlotte was sleeping half-naked. Her expression was tense and she held it lightly with one hand.
Wells in the corner, standing at the door, looking at her, his face is like a portrait of a thinker.
Finally she got up. She smiled, looked sideways at the sun, stood up with one arm, and looked at Wells who was standing in the doorway.
Charlotte: Hi, you have guilt on your face.
Outside view, Wells's terrace, and later
Charlotte gulped her continental breakfast happily. Wells sat next to her, looking at her, a little anxious.
Charlotte: Did anyone tell you that it's impolite to watch a lady gobbling?
Wells smiled, then his smile disappeared, and he cleared his throat.
Wells: Listen...
Charlotte: Ouch, here again.
Wells: Yes, because, look, I should have said later, but I really like you. So I want to make it clear, right now, from the beginning, to avoid misunderstandings in the future.
Charlotte: Okay.
Wells: I want to tell you, well, all I can give you is what we have now, not more, just like now, until the end.
She looked at him and put down her fork. He reluctantly added ---
Wells: The fact is, we will not have a future.
Charlotte: I know. I am dying.
Wells's face turned slightly red. He moved uncomfortably in the chair. There was an expression of laughter and cessation on his face———
Wells: What? What do you mean?
Charlotte: I said it. No one thought I would live so long.
Wells looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say.
Charlotte: I should have told you later, but I really like you, so I want to make it clear, you know, make it clear from the beginning.
Olivia walked in and handed her a full glass of orange juice.
Charlotte: Thank you, Olivia.
Interior view, doctor's office.
Wells sits at a large table during the day , with many framed certificates and awards hanging on the wall. Dr. Paul Sibley's door opened, and an African American in his 60s, looking a little daunting, walked in ---
Sibley: Mr. Keane, right? This is Doctor Sibley.
Wells stood up immediately, and they shook hands —
Wells: It took up your time, thank you!
Sibley: This is my job, please sit down.
He walked around the table. Putting on an official business, but under the blunt appearance it is hard to hide the shame——-
Sibley: Well, Mr. Wells, you used the word cancer when you mentioned Charlotte’s condition on the phone. That's not very precise. Neurocytoma is a malignant soft tissue, not cancer, although sometimes it can be seen as aggressive. (Sit down) This disease is common in children. Among young people, this situation is rare. From Charlotte's point of view, the tumor is located in the chest cavity. It develops quickly and has proven resistance to radiotherapy and chemotherapy. Because it is very close to the aorta, surgery is also impossible.
Wells: So what treatment did she take?
Sibley: Now? Nothing.
Wells shook his chair nervously.
Sibley: Although she is taking medicine to relieve the pain. In the end, I am afraid I have to choose surgery, but the chance of survival is very small. Charlotte also opposed surgery. She signed a statement prohibiting high-dose drug intervention.
They remained silent for a while. Sibley opened his drawer.
Sibley: If you are interested, here are more information, but it is actually useless for you.
Wells shook his head and got up from the chair. He walked towards the door, turned around in front of the door ---
Wells: How long can he live?
Sibley: Is it optimistic to estimate? One year.
Location, waiting room of St. Vincent’s Hospital, later
Charlotte, wearing the old denim suit from the night before, was doing the New York Times crossword on the recliner. Wells appeared and walked over slowly, as if in a trance.
Charlotte raised her head and smiled to cover up her worries ---
Charlotte: He is indeed a lovely person, isn't he?
Wells did not respond. He walked towards her. Uneasy, she raised the board with test questions.
Charlotte: Do you know the unit of Cambodian currency?
Wells just walked.
Charlotte: How are you, my lord? You look a little weak. (Calling jokingly) Is there a doctor in this room?
Wells ignored her, sat down, and embraced her with his arms outstretched. At first she resisted, but gradually she compromised and hugged him.
Interior view, taxi. In the afternoon, the
taxi was bumping on the cobblestone road of West Village Street. Wells and Charlotte stared ahead, each thinking deeply.
Slowly, Charlotte glanced at him secretly. He looked nervous, his face was pale and mysterious—
Charlotte: Hi.
Wells turned his head slowly. She smiled sweetly---
Charlotte: Look a little bit, if I'm not sick, we won't be together. (I don't look at him anymore) I'm serious. You are afraid of hurting me, and I am also afraid that you are just taking advantage of my good young body.
He had to laugh. She felt relieved and moved closer—
Charlotte: Our friends might say that we were together for incredible psychological reasons. You know, because I'm looking for a replacement for my father, and you're looking for someone who you think is more outstanding, you don't have to worry too much about your own intimacy. Of course, they may be right. In the end, we too Will separate. (Pause) However, since I'm so ill, it doesn't matter if we investigate the underlying reasons that implicate you and me, because we can't understand each other thoroughly...because it takes time. And my days are running out.
The taxi stopped in front of the Brownstone Apartment. She smiled mischievously, ironically---
Charlotte: From this point of view, don't you think we are just a kind of relaxation? Forget about my sickness, enjoy what we have now, and nothing else until the end, okay? Because this is all I can do.
Wells sullen his face, feeling the irony in it.
Charlotte: Think about it, okay? It's not difficult.
She kissed him on the cheek and left the taxi. She jumped on the steps of the brownstone apartment, quickly turned back, and ran to the lowered glass window of the car. She leaned there sexy, whispering softly---
Charlotte: It was so exciting last night. (Pauses) By the way, that was my first time. I pick you to complete the task. Hope you feel honored.
Wells was surprised. She turned back and walked up the steps. She took out the key and waved to Wells before turning around and pushing the door open with her ass.
Driver: Okay, friend, where are we going?
Wells remained motionless.
First hear the flash, pop music and the sound of pressing the shutter frequently in the next scene.
In the interior, a show in a busy city,
young and fashionable models of various races swayed the show at night , showing a group of urban casual women's clothing.
The camera is aimed at Charlotte, passing through the crowd, and rushing to the side of the stage. She came to the door to talk to the guard, and he let her pass.
Interior, backstage, a moment later
Charlotte was looking for a group of well-dressed and undressed models. Finally, she found them.
Simon and Shannon are putting a high hat and dressing on a black female model.
He finished the last item and adjusted the baseball cap worn by the model. Shannon was also working as Simon's assistant, and she tied the girl's boots.
Location, Soho Street, the
three of them were very excited at night and opened the fire door with a bang. Shannon was narcissistic, like screaming like crazy---
Shannon: I can't believe it! unbelievable!
Simon: I think what Miss Harris wants to say is that you rely too much on her credibility.
Charlotte: Really? It's still a little leisurely.
Shannon raised his hand and high-five her——
Shannon: Honey, you are so cool!
Simon: I think so too.
Simon high-fives her again. The girls laughed.
Shannon: Well, tell us everything now! Don't miss it!
Let's hear the voice in the next scene first-
John's voice: Okay, what happened?
The interior view, "Elysium", the
restaurant is very empty in the evening . John stood behind the bar, counting the stock of drinks. The two waiters behind are wiping the tables and chairs. Wells sits on a bar chair, holding a glass of mineral water —
Wells: Nothing. I took her home, and she pointed out the ironic result bluntly, that is what I told her that morning, all I can give her is a relationship with no future.
John (smiles): A child?
Wells: She is not a child! I must tell you. She knows everything. I am a child. She... don't know what she has... (murmuring) but I know.
John looked at him curiously. Wells looked back at the waiter who was working behind him, and approached John—
Wells: Virgin.
John: What?
The restaurant staff turned their heads.
Wells: I don't know. The only reason is that she has a party here, and she wants me to help.
John (grins): She used you, buddy.
Wells: I know.
John: The angler was caught. How does it feel?
Wells: Embarrassing.
John smiled. Wells was habitually lost in thought. John picked up the inventory list again-
John: What should I do now?
Wells: Make a close.
John: How to do it?
Wells: Why, do you have to endorse it?
John continues to work, smiling ---
John: I don't know, when you talk about her, you are no longer an arrogant bastard. You become melancholy and trance. I like you like this.
Wells: Thank you!
John: And I've never seen you take your female partner so seriously. I think why don't you stay together for a long time?
pause.
Wells: Because she will die soon.
John: I expected you to be in a bad situation, man, that's true.
Wells looked at him worriedly.
Exterior scene, in front of the Brownstone Apartment. During the day,
Wells stood hesitatingly in front of the door holding a bunch of flowers, staring at his reflection on the glass. He straightened his hair and tugged at the collar of the cashmere jacket.
As the footsteps approached, the door opened, and it was Dolly with hazy eyes and messy clothes.
She smiled bitterly: okay, okay.
The interior view, the brownstone apartment lobby, as above.
Through Dolly’s unceremonious gaze, the scenery of the former hostess of the upper class is still faintly discernible——-
Dolly: She will come down immediately, she will be upstairs, giving a beautiful face Se (calling at the stairs) He is coming! (Indifferently) Come in.
They come in.
Interior view, brownstone apartment living room, ibid.
Wells was surprised at the unbearable condition of the room.
Dolly: Sorry, it's too messy. My maid died 14 years ago and it is almost impossible to find someone to replace her. She is well informed and can speak English.
She smiled to herself. Wells handed her the flowers.
Wells: For you.
Dolly: Okay, it's cute, isn't it?
She randomly inserted flowers into the empty blender on the bar counter.
Dolly: Would you like wine?
Wells: No, thank you.
Interior view, Charlotte's bedroom, same as
Simon lying on the bed. Charlotte was standing in front of a full-length mirror, trying on clothes.
Simon: This is really strange. I tell you, you wear this dress exactly like Michelle Simon.
Charlotte (happily): Who is she?
Simon: A French character actor who passed away a long time ago. She is not only ugly and fat but also very masculine.
Charlotte: Even this one won't work either.
Simon nodded. Charlotte took off her clothes.
Interior view, brownstone apartment living room, same as
Wells looking around the room. Dolly drank vodka —
Dolly: What else can I say? Time passed in a hurry. One day you are as rich as an Arab, but what happens next, you are lucky if you can afford a pound of spices.
Wells walked towards the fireplace, where there were family photos framed in dim antique frames. He saw a picture of a young girl in a white tennis shirt—it was Charlotte's mother, Katie.
When Wells looked at the photo, his expression began to soften.
Dolly came over and looked at: How is it, huh? It was summer, you two---
Wells: I know.
Dolly: Who would have thought that time would be so stingy with her, huh? Look at that smile.
With wet eyes, she walked towards the armchair. Her tone is a bit bitter ---
Dolly: But time will favor some people. Like you, oh, time always favors you.
She sat down staggeringly, and reached for her cigarette---
Dolly: You are still as handsome and charming as before. And also playing old tricks.
Wells put the photo back on the mantelpiece: What do you mean?
Dolly: The first time you came to pick Katie, you brought me a bunch of flowers. Just like those. (To myself) Send flowers to mother, then defile her daughter. But Katie is too smart for you...
Wells: Dolly, look...
Dolly (suddenly): Hey, why don't you stay away from her? God, she is a patient!
Before Wells could answer, they heard footsteps upstairs. Both of them stopped talking.
Charlotte walked in, wearing a peasant dress and a felt hat, looking cute, pale and excited.
Wells and Dolly turned around slowly. They smiled at her, and then quickly exchanged glances.
Charlotte noticed and became alert: how? What went wrong?
Dolly: You look too much like your mother, that's the problem.
Charlotte looked at Wells to confirm whether this was the case, and indeed, he thought so too. He nodded in agreement. She was satisfied.
Exterior view, Greenwich Avenue. Later,
Charlotte was full of energy, handing Wells across the block.
Wells: What do you mean by saying you know?
Charlotte: I just know! I know it won't be long!
Wells: Not long after two days?
Charlotte: I knew it when you were sitting by the phone. Want to know how I knew it?
Wells: Are you a psychologist?
Charlotte: Yes, no, it's because of a birthday wish.
Wells: But we hadn't been introduced to each other yet.
Charlotte: I know, but I still want something to happen... You know, I might have left suddenly because of my illness. No more heavy. There is no music. There is no melodrama. just for fun. An entire adventure!
Charlotte jumped onto the road.
Wells: Be careful!
Wells yanked and pulled Charlotte back, when a taxi whizzed past and almost hit her.
For a moment, they all stopped, their hearts beating faster and breathing heavily. Charlotte looked up at Wells, smiling —
Charlotte: Wow! Exciting enough.
Exterior view, Washington Square Park, afternoon
Under the clear blue sky, the park is full of autumn flavor. Charlotte and Wells walked side by side on the sidewalk.
The jovial and humorous Charlotte prayed to heaven in a very dramatic way: "Lord, I am indeed in awe-you have made the world so beautiful this year! My soul has been far away from me, so that autumn will no longer burn leaves. , Let the birds stop chirping!"
Wells: We can go to the museum.
Charlotte: No, that's one thing too! I don't want to do anything today. I will do nothing all day long!
Wells: Do nothing?
Charlotte: Yeah. Nothing.
Wells: Then I don't watch movies.
Charlotte: Don't watch.
Wells: How about ice cream and pizza? And afternoon tea?
Charlotte: Nothing!
Wells: How about shopping?
She thought for a while: Maybe.
Wells: Isn't that a thing?
Charlotte: Only when I have money.
Location, Fifth Avenue,
there are many pedestrians on the sidewalk in the afternoon . Wells and Charlotte came out empty-handed from the revolving door of a department store —
Wells: I only gave you champagne, which is not a suitable birthday present.
Charlotte: I agree. I promised you to give me something else, but not today.
Wells: When?
Charlotte: Soon. I will remind you that it is not a material thing.
Wells: Why not? (Then seriously) Oh, I understand... because of your illness. Because...
Charlotte: Exactly, but we don't have to talk about it.
Wells: What?
Charlotte: Because that is my principle.
Wells: Is there no special reason?
Charlotte: Yes, because everyone often talks about miracles, or about magical doctors, or their friends’ friends eat nothing but sunflower seeds. It's boring and meaningless.
Wells: Are you sure? I mean there are experts—
Charlotte: Stop talking, okay? (Suddenly) All I can enjoy now is shopping. buying clothes. I was serious. If it’s all top grade, there will be no top grade, you know.
Interior view, Barney Men's Store.
When Charlotte was browsing the silk scarves in the afternoon , Wells was sitting on a side chair.
Charlotte: You must look professional at work, but you need to be happier in your daily chaotic life. Don't you know? "The sweet mess of clothes ignites the joy of clothes." (Note 1)
Wells: I think it's true.
Charlotte: This poem was truth three hundred years ago, and it is the same today. Isn't it fun to indulge in dressing occasionally?
Wells: That's also my lifelong dream. But can a silk scarf work?
Charlotte: Certainly. This is the accessory principle. But I have to be careful. I don't want you to look too young. It is a bad thing for an old man to try his best to look young.
Wells: Good advice. When I get old, I will remember.
Charlotte: You know what I mean.
Wells: You said I'm old.
Charlotte: Aha!
Interior, Barney store hall, later
Wales uncomfortable walked around his shoulder crepe silk scarf thick velvet.
He passed other shoppers and walked among a group of women, and he found Charlotte, who was watching him secretly, like a stranger.
When she passed by, she cast him a sexy expression, and then turned her head less vaguely to observe his back.
Finally, she broke the disguise, rushed at him, and put her arms around his neck from behind.
Charlotte: It's not so good!
He smiled and took her hand and drew her towards the door.
Interior view, Italian restaurant.
Wells and Charlotte are enjoying a candlelight dinner at night. Wells poured her wine.
Wells: I don’t know why, it’s strange anyway, I feel like I can’t help telling you the truth, even though it’s very risky...
Charlotte: Hey, you make me creepy, just say something.
Wells held his breath, exhaled, and then said ---
Wells: I never invited anyone to attend that charity party. My plan was from the beginning that you go with me.
Charlotte puts down the glass ---
Charlotte: That means I made that hat for myself? (He nods.) And you bought me that evening suit? (He nods.) Are you doing this just to be able to sleep with me? (He nods.) Why? I mean why is it me?
Wells calmed himself down, then looked into her eyes, and said softly ---
Wells: Your eulogy at Ella's memorial ceremony was so... impressive. You mentioned her death... and loss... In a sense, I almost never did that. I have never tried to understand life emotionally. No matter what this understanding is, I am willing to find out.
Charlotte: It seems that sex is the most convenient way.
Wells: Yes, it's also pleasant.
Charlotte was thinking while drinking. Then she put down the cup---
Charlotte: Well, first of all, let me say that you are very tasteful and will not sacrifice everything for the famous products of Dolce and Gabner.
Hamles: Thank you.
Charlotte: Also, stop lying.
Wells: Okay!
Charlotte: Be serious. There are no lies in the world, I would rather listen to the truth.
Wells looked at her seriously. Her expression was a little sad, and she raised a finger to her lips. He leaned in and kissed her.
Interior view, Wells' bedroom, night
Wells and Charlotte kissed deeply and fell on the bed in their clothes. As they moved passionately, Wells reached out and touched the bedside lamp.
Charlotte watched curiously and carefully, and when he pulled down the light cord, the whole room was completely dark.
From the music: a set of footage
- enjoying the autumn sunset, Wells and Charlotte walk through the green spaces of Central Park, where there are happy and healthy teenagers.
—At night, Wells and John, and his wife Sarah, sat in a box at Yankee Stadium to watch a baseball game. Bonnie Williams hit a heavy blow. The crowd boiled. When the ball flew to the right field, we saw Charlotte sitting next to Wells, chewing a hot dog, her nose buried in the wrapping paper, completely irrelevant.
———In the back kitchen of "Elysium", Wells watched Charlotte wearing her clothes and apron, preparing soup under the chef's eyelids. She quickly and skillfully poured a cup of cheese and a cup of broth into a large blender. Then put in the lobster meat and some saffron. When she danced like a play and was about to press a button, Wells reached out and pressed the switch of the mixer.
One morning, Charlotte sat on the bed doing a scrabble game in the New York Times. Olivia sat on the chair by the bed, talking and laughing to her. Wells walked in with a silver tray full of breakfast. Olivia raised her eyes and motioned proudly to put down the breakfast, as if he were the housekeeper.
———In the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Wells and Charlotte wandered around the ruins of ancient Egypt.
Music only
interior, the Metropolitan Museum of lounge later
Wales at the time and so on Charlotte from the ladies room, picked up a bunch of postcards bought it.
He watched leisurely tourists passing by. When he was about to withdraw his gaze, a person caught his attention.
The young woman was Lisa, who had chatted with Charlotte at the charity party. She wears a museum employee's badge around her neck and holds a cup of takeaway coffee.
Wells followed her nervously and curiously.
He saw her walk into the Watson Academic Library through several glass doors.
He followed quickly, but at this moment saw her disappear behind a card catalog cabinet.
Wells noticed the sign on the door: No visitors are allowed inside. He hesitated, but went in.
He spoke to the first
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