article / (United States) Nathan Douglas, Harold Smith
translation / Hong Xi, Xie Guangning This
film was directed by the famous American director Stanly Kramer in 1958 A highly acclaimed film. Won the American Academy of Motion Picture Arts Award and the New York Critics Award for Best Original Screenplay. The film exposes the darkness of American racial discrimination and the cruelty of capitalist laws through the story of two prisoners handcuffed in a pair of shackles-a black and a white escaped adventure, reflecting the common experience of working people of different colors. The two prisoners were full of racial hatred. In the fleeing, they worked together in the same boat. Through the common struggle to avoid pursuit, they gradually deepened their understanding, and finally got rid of the prejudices of racial hatred and became friends of life and death. The script is uniquely conceived and exquisite, placing the protagonist's destiny in intricate contradictions all the time. Through the touching pictures, the inner world of the characters is delicately displayed. After reading, it makes people feel sympathy, emotion and association.
This article is translated based on the Russian version of "American Movie Script". The English title was originally The Defiant Ones. "Break the Chains" is translated based on the Russian translation of the title Скованные цепью. The photos attached to the article are part of the stills of this movie. ——The translator is
singing with a deep and powerful male voice. The tune is sad and monotonous:
Go, he travels thousands of miles away,
without accomplishing anything, and dejected;
go, he travels thousands of miles away, toward the Kentucky-
go, he travels thousands of miles away,
...
late at night. Big road. Squally.
An old undulating road stretches into the distance. There has just been a heavy rain. The chaotic clouds hung high, like patches of dirty flakes, covering the entire sky. A truck with a canopy, like a huge beetle, crawls slowly on the road. The light of the car lights can be seen from far away.
Somewhere between Florida and Mason-Dixon-Rhine, the car turned and continued along the gloomy swamp. The wheels rolled across the wet asphalt road.
Car cab. Sitting indoors were Jeannis and Becker.
Genesis-a middle-aged man with a rough face and a dusty face. He condensed his gaze, trying his best to watch through the windshield. The car slid to the side of the road from time to time. He tried his best to keep the car driving along the center of the highway.
Becker, with red cheeks and blue eyes, was younger than Jeanis.
The singing became lower, and sometimes the rumble of the motor simply drowned it.
Becker looked very anxious and could not sit still.
Genesis: "Why do you always sit still?"
Becker: "My pants are too narrow."
Genesis: "How many times have I told you, this kind of long-distance car should only wear cotton underwear."
Becker : "This kind of business trip is only suitable to wear a kind of play-diving suit... (Use your head to indicate the direction of the singer behind him) But you have to listen to him!... Starting from Walkerville, singing along the way."
Jennis: (a little angry) "Then tell him to shut up! That's it, he's already unhappy enough."
Becker: "He's really annoying me!"
Oncoming car lights appeared in front of him .
Becker: "Be careful!"
Jeannes: "Listen, don't hinder me from driving!" After
a sharp turn, the car slid to the drain again. A car drove past head-on.
Cab.
Jennis drove the car to the center with great effort. Becker sat, pale, his face covered with sweat. The two were silent for a while.
Jennis: "These wipers are simply useless...you can hardly see anything."
Becker: "But your car is also driving too fast...especially at this moment, you can barely see the road."
Genesis: (jokingly) "I'm scared, isn't it?"
Becker: "What is afraid? These cantaloupe cars are running around, like a race against time..."
Genesis: "Since you ordered If you have a contract and want to make money, you have to run."
Becker: "But you can't make money no matter how fast you drive!"
Jeanne: (softly) "Okay, okay... I'll drive slower."
Becker: (silent for a while) "In the rain Driving on the edge of the swamp in the back is really annoying..."
Genesis: "What time is it? My back is starting to hurt."
Becker: "It's almost nine o'clock."
Genesis: "We are already a half hour later ...... "
Becker:" no, you just hear him hum that old tune all the way to open the hood like a child ...... wind and rain, time to see how he sings "!.!
his The voice was drowned out by the scream of another truck approaching in the dark. Becker stared nervously at the approaching lights.
Becker: "These louse melon guys..."
Jeannes: "You damn it, so nervous!"
Becker: "What do you mean by'nervous '? Which gentleman in Baltimore can't eat melon for breakfast, I can't care about it." ……"
Jennis: (amplifies his voice) "You better curse a few words!"
Becker: "Okay! But you can't stop me."
He shouted in the direction of singing.
Becker: "Shut up! Go to hell...shut up!" In the
carriage.
It was dim. There were some men sitting on wooden chairs along the rails. They were handcuffed one by one. The tired faces turned blue with cold.
A black man with broad shoulders and a face like a stone sculpture was singing. His name is Karen. The man handcuffed to him was named Jackson, who looked like a strong man. His face also froze. But this is a white man. He sat as far away from black people as possible within the range allowed by the four-foot chain. Everyone was silent.
Becker's voice: (outside the camera) "I'm telling you, shut up!"
Jackson: (sneerly) "Did you hear what the captain said, nigger... why do you still sing?"
Jackson was laughing at Becker... but the black man thought he was laughing. He stopped singing, slowly turned around and stared at Jackson, then straightened up likewise slowly, and waved his handcuffs to Jackson. For a moment, the two stood face to face in the carriage, staring at each other.
Karen: (calmly) "If you—the glib guy, call me a nigger, I'll kill you!" A
lazy smile came to Jackson's face, but his whole body became tense.
Jackson: (also unhurriedly) "Please, little boy..."
Karen was ready to fight, but at this moment, the oncoming car lights dazzled, suddenly dazzling the people in the carriage. There was a harsh brake rattle... a sharp turn... a loud noise.
late at night. In the rain.
Suddenly everything quieted down. Only the sound of rain from Lek and the whistle of flat tires were heard. One of the tires of the overturned car was spinning slowly
that night. It's the same road.
The light of the car lights is getting closer. This is an emergency vehicle.
The ambulance and the district chief’s car, like a swarm of hungry ants, surround the wreckage of the truck. Not far away, the workers were clearing the road. People are all around. The Severely Injured is being transported away, and the less injured is lying on a stretcher waiting.
Close-up of District Mayor Max Muller. He is of medium height, and as a district chief, he seems to be too gentle. Without careful consideration, he never speaks easily.
Muller walked to the police car. As he walked past the wounded, he leaned in front of some stretchers to look around.
Next to the police car, Muller spoke tiredly into the radiotelephone.
Müller: "I am Müller...no, the governor, no deaths were caused...the car slid to the side of the road...yes...only two prisoners ran away. Yes, the governor...I know my primary duty What is it. We are waiting for the police dog...Yes, the governor, can’t wait...I called the warden Komsky...Yes, the governor...I believe you can do it..."
He hung up the microphone. He looked at the phone with an expression of dissatisfaction, then turned and looked at a man with pale yellow hair standing next to him. This man looked healthy and very proud.
Editor-in-chief of the newspaper: "Hello, Max. Am I the first to come?"
Muller: "Hello, Delf, I have only notified you."
Editor-in-chief: "What's new?"
Muller "I have already told you what happened. The driver is still unconscious. And those people don’t know anything, or don’t want to say anything."
Editor-in-chief: "Who did you talk to?"
Müller : "With the governor."
Editor in chief: "Can I post something?"
Muller: (dryly) "Of course... the governor said that he will handle the case himself."
Editor in chief: "That's very concerned! "
Müller: "Don't forget, this is an election year."
Editor-in-chief: "It's also an election year for you, Max!"
Müller: (to a local security soldier walking by) "More Kominsky hung up the phone to find out...we urgently need the fugitive’s clothes for police dogs."
Soldier: "Yes, sir!"
Muller: "Call me again to Merrisville and ask if they have found the boy. ...And his dog." The
soldier walked away. Another soldier brought Mueller a thermos and several small paper cups.
Second Soldier: "Please, District Chief! A little hot coffee."
Muller: "Thank you."
Second Soldier: (hands the cup to the editor of the newspaper) "It's hot."
Muller: (See what) "How do you go back? What?"
A small truck ditched dexterously. Seven men jumped out of the car. They are all local residents, dressed in hunting suits, and holding guns of various models and calibers. Among them was a young man holding a portable radio. It seemed that he was imitating Ives Presley (Note 1) everywhere, he liked to be close to people, and he looked like an optimist, just like this group of people. The head is self-proclaimed. His name is Roy Hans.
Roy: "Here we are, Max!"
Muller: "Who told you to come?"
The captain of the state police, Frank Chabang, who was well versed in the business, approached the district chief. He is forty years old and full of energy.
Captain: "I told them to come."
Muller: "I make them do it?"
The captain:. "They will be doing ...... thing you know, you do not have enough"
when the captain said these words with a This kind of asylum tone is very patient, but looking at it, it seems to be talking about insignificant things.
Captain: "I only have six people. If we can't catch those two guys on the highway, we will definitely need to search the entire surrounding area to catch them."
Muller: (to the visitor) "Hey, be careful of the guns! ...This is not a toy!"
Roy: "This is not the time to make a joke, Max. From now on, we are all hunters... to catch the running rabbits."
Muller: (coldly) "They It's...people."
Roy: (happily) "That's not much difference."
Muller: (sarcastically) "Of course... they will run until they can't run, run until they fall, lie down Down. But at that time, they will still struggle to get up, fall and climb and want to walk until they fall down again. When they hear the hound's call approaching, they will crawl on the ground... Yes, it's not much difference. . "
Roy:" we just want to help you a favor, Max. "
Muller:" you want to help me, Roy? "
Roy:." of course, Max, "
Muller handed him a A cup that has been filled with coffee.
Muller: "Very well... throw it away!"
He walked to the police car.
Roy stared at Muller as he walked away, rubbing the cup in his hand subconsciously.
The editor-in-chief, Müller, and wireless telephone soldiers on duty stood beside the police car.
Editor-in-chief: "They are little helpers!"
Muller: "Don't talk!"
Editor-in-chief: "But about the two fugitives, have you heard anything about them?"
Soldier: (pick up the microphone) "The warden Komski is connected, the district chief!"
Muller: (to the editor-in-chief) "Tell the captain and let him show you the report. You can get it from there. You want to know Everything." (to the microphone) "Hello, is it the warden? I'm Max Muller..."
An injured prisoner was lying on the stretcher. The soldier removed the handcuffs from his hand, walked to the police car, and threw it on a pile of other people's handcuffs.
The editor-in-chief recorded it in the notebook. The captain read the report aloud.
Captain: "Hoch Cullen-a black man who abused others with words and actions, attempted to murder, sentenced to ten to twenty years, no appeals, forced labor camps, solitary confinement. John Jackson, non-American origin, armed gangster, Sentenced to five to ten years, assault on the escort, plus five years of imprisonment, no appeals." The
district head came over.
:( editor of Muller), "the warden how to think of a white and black handcuffed together?"
Muller: "This man must have no lack of sense of humor."
Editor: "That's how he say now?"
Miao Le: "He said, don't worry... He thinks that if these two people can't walk five miles, they will kill each other to death."
Countryside. Jackson and Karen ran. The dry branches crackled under their feet. They were connected by a four-foot-long chain, so that they could not run harmoniously, with a certain jumping style. They ran to a small river, leaned over the water, and drank wildly.
They left the water, sat down, panting heavily. Both were scarred and dirty. It can be seen from their tired faces that it is not easy to run this night. But there was a strong desire in their eyes-to survive from the dead!
Jackson: "It's almost dawn."
Karen: "Yes...hurry up to dawn!"
Jackson: "Lucky, we were standing right at the time of the car accident..."
Karen suddenly recalled, and hope suddenly shined. Disappeared from the face.
Karen: (fiercely) "Yes...you are double lucky..."
Jackson: (Gentlely) "Today they will find that two people are missing... young man... (silence for a while) dawn will soon... (silence for a while) do you think we have run very far? ? "
Karen:" Bali about ...... perhaps, ten ...... we are now "at the end of the Everglades.
Jackson:" where is the swamp terminate it? "
Karen:" kopeks from forty-five places. "
Jackson:" listen to your tone, it seems very familiar with this area? "
Karen :( briefly)" I worked in live not far from here turpentine field. "
he took out the last cigarette from the box, lighting a match, Crumpled the box and threw it away.
Jackson: "Look at the fire!"
Karen: (succinctly) "If they are close enough to see us, then they can catch us."
Jackson thought about these words, and suddenly realized the full significance of this escape. . A smile slowly appeared on his face, and then he opened his mouth to laugh... smoking a cigarette... the lighted match went out in his hand. He lost the match and stepped on it with his foot. His attention was caught by the prisoner's shoes, and he looked at the shoes in surprise for a long time.
Jackson: "Look at this...Look at the broken...Prisoner's shoes!"
He suddenly thought...struggling on the ground with his free hand... Looking for something... Karen Had to adapt to the chain that pulled back and forth.
Karen: "What's the matter with you?"
Jackson: "I've been in the stone box for seven years, and all this suddenly passed!"
He finally found a stone, looked at it carefully, and weighed it in his hand.
Jackson: "You said, how far have we walked?"
Karen: "About ten miles..."
Jackson looked at the stone and was immersed in thought.
Jackson: "I've been pacing around the cell wall for seven years... and now... ten miles away from it!"
He suddenly had a violent attack... he put the chain on a boulder, and then lifted it up. Stone.
Jackson: "Fuck your mother's prison shoes!"
He picked up a rock and smashed the chain hard.
Jackson: "Fuck your mother's prison shoes! ... (the thought came up) I'm going to buy myself a pair of moccasins..."
He smashed the chain with greater force.
Jackson: "...Buy another white top and silk shirt!...I will become a'Charlie Monopoly' (Note 2)... the'Charlie Monopoly' walking on the street..."
Continue to hit the chain with stones .
Jackson: "...wear a thin straw hat and pull a good girl..."
Continue to hit the chain with rocks.
Suddenly, Jackson raised his eyes and looked at Karen.
Jackson: (hands the stone to Karen) "Here, take it, boy...your right hand is free...smash the chain!...smash it hard...smash it to pieces...come on, boy! " "
little Fellows "is the word angered Karen. But he still took the stone and slowly raised it.
Karen: (Viciously) "You're'boy'? Yes, master!... Yes, master!..."
He smashed the chain vigorously.
Karen: "Remember, there is nothing more exciting than the words'Oh, Lord'!"
Karen raised a stone high in one of his hands.
Jackson: "I will dance to the accompaniment of the jazz band..." The
stone slammed heavily on the chain.
Karen: "...Nothing is more vigorous than'Oh, Lord'!"
Jackson: "...I will get on a big ship and go to Rio de Janeiro. Never try to find me!"
Karen: "Yes, Lord!"
Continue to hit the chain.
Jackson: "...Never try to find me!"
Karen: "Yes, master!"
He smashed the chains frantically... the stone broke into pieces. A tense silence.
Karen: (slowly, surprised) "It won't be broken... can't be broken..."
There was a stubborn determination in Jackson's eyes. He stood up slowly. Karen was still kneeling on the ground, staring at the fragments of the stone.
Jackson: (seriously) "Let's go!" The
chain slackened and a sudden shock made Karen sober from his thoughts. He looked at Jackson.
Karen: "Go, where do you go?"
Jackson: (firmly) "Go to Barnville... Let's go to Barnville!"
Karen: (Decisively) "Barnville is in the south... I won't go to the south . "
Jackson:" I know a girl in Bayinweier if she is there, we can open the chains. ".
Karen:"? and then dominate all the whites in the southern city, I shall very soon be found. What do you think? Wouldn't they catch me easily there?"
Jackson: "Don't cling to me!...we are not the bride and groom...fuck me!"
Karen: ( gentlely "We are like husband and wife now, yes, that's it! (lifts the chain) this is the engagement ring! (Silent for a while, then firmly continues) The road to the south is not a honeymoon for us. We still Go north!"
Jackson: (contemptuously) "Cross the swamp?"
Karen: "I have worked in the turpentine field for a long time...The turpentine field is about sixty miles north of the country, and trains to buy turpentine pass by every day. ...The train drove very slowly in the western part of the swamp...crossing the state border and heading for the chemical plant in northern Ohio... (silenced, thinking about something) we can think about getting on this train..."
Jackson "You have been in jail for a long time?"
Karen: "Eight years..."
Jackson: "Then how do you know that the train is still passing there now?"
Karen: (stubbornly) "I don't know, but... …"
Jackson: (gloriously) "You don’t know!... You let me run sixty miles without knowing anything!... Then why are you calling me? Run seven miles to drink a bowl of porridge, no , It's not worth it! Go to the south!"
He pulled the chains furiously, but Karen couldn't get up at all-he laughed, which angered Jackson even more.
With a violent force, Jackson pulled Karen, who was laughing, to the ground. Jackson was angry and tired, panting nervously, paused, and cast a hateful glance at Karen. Karen got up and knelt, looked at Jackson with his head raised, and said calmly.
Karen: "'Charlie Monopoly,' isn't it?"
Jackson: "Nothing..."
Karen: "Want to go shopping with a good girl, don't you?"
Jackson: "Yes..."
Karen: (pointing to (Refers to the chain) "...but you carry this in your other hand?"
Jackson: (Forcibly) "Shut up!"
Karen: "I want to take a big steamer to Rio de Janeiro?"
Jackson: "Yes!"
Karen: "But there is such a big'anchor' behind the ass?"
Jackson: "I'm going to smash it away!"
Karen stood up slowly and looked at Jackson.
Karen: (sarcastically) "Maybe, you can crush it with your teeth?"
Jackson: (furiously) "Maybe, it's more appropriate to use your head!"
He waved his free hand, ready to face Ka Lun fights. Karen grabbed his wrist. The two stared nervously for a long time, ready to pounce on each other every second.
Karen: "For this, the glib guy! There will be a chance to settle the accounts... there will be that day... But if you plan to see the show on the spot, I have no objection."
Jackson: (Acutely) "But you, Little Mao, it’s better than me. You know,
you ca n’t see you in the dark." Karen: "Then you can hear me, old slippery! ... For me, there is only one way out. That is, let's go north together... or walk back ten miles together and go back to the cell!"
Jackson didn't realize the threatening tone of Karen's words all at once. He stared at the black man, one hand slowly softened...Karen let go of it. The hand dropped like a vine.
Jackson: "You're right, boy... there will be a chance... remember, there will be that day!"
Karen: (decisively) "That's the way to the north..."
Jackson's face slowly floated. He smiled contemptuously, but it couldn't hide the hateful look in his eyes. He turned around reluctantly and walked in the direction of Karen's fingers...
day.
Close-up of a dog.
There are two cages of dogs on the truck. There are four hunting dogs in one cage, and two Dobman police dogs in the other. All the dogs were barking nervously.
District Captain Mueller and Captain looked at the dogs while eating breakfast. Coming out of the truck was a short man wearing sturdy hunting boots, who looked messy, and his name was Sori. Following him was the assistant Wilson, a man with a dull expression and no age of silence.
In the background, workers from the repair team are clearing the road after the overturned vehicle.
In addition to the cars of the local security team, the district chief’s jeep and a small truck that resembled a well-equipped quarters depot were also parked here. Soldiers and members of the local security team were gathering by the truck. They are eating breakfast. Everyone is in high spirits.
Sori: (screaming) "Don't tease the dog!"
Muller: "What's the matter?"
Sori: "You happened to eat in front of the dog... Have you ever thought about it, this will affect their sense of smell!"
Captain "Don't worry, Sorry. No one intends to spoil your dog's sense of smell... This is the Mayor of Mueller."
Sorry: "Oh, hello, Mueller! (defensively) I didn't want to yell... ...But my dog is very irritable." The
two Dobermans leaped fiercely at Muller in the cage, and let out a threatening howl. The district chief walked away from the cage.
Sori: "looked air, right?"
Muller: "What kind?"
Sori:. "Duo Boman species (laugh) I tell you, the best Do not talk to the dog entangled."
Miao Le: (coldly) "Especially with this type of dog."
Sori: (Joyfully) "Yes...Police dogs don't eat patties!...When we catch up with the two guys, these dogs will tear them apart."
Muller: "We don't There is no need to do this."
Captain: "We are dealing with two extremely dangerous criminals, District Chief... You can hardly predict what will happen to us."
Muller: "What danger can they bring?... …They were handcuffed."
Captain: (irritably) "Excuse me , Sori."
He grabbed the head of the district and pulled him aside.
Captain: "Listen to me, the district chief... the first time you ran into this problem... these two guys are a threat to the whole state. If your opinion is so kind, please think about the local farm. Lords and your subordinates!"
Muller: "Captain, please let me decide what I should think!"
Captain: "This, of course, is your business, District Chief!... Well, what does it have to do with me? ...I just think that these dogs should be brought with me. I also have subordinates that I need to care about."
Muller: ( thinking about it ) "Okay...but these dogs have to be tied tight. (turning to Sorry) Did you hear that?...Tighten these dogs and don't let them go without my order."
He walked away.
Captain: "Sori,
let's start. There are old clothes worn by fugitives in the police car on duty." Sori: "We have to run...the two guys circle around big enough!"
Captain: (to the soldiers) "Assemble the team!"
He walked to the district chief. Sori walked to the police car.
Next to the jeep. Muller looked at the map lying on the hood of the car. The captain came over. Muller looked up.
Muller: "Go west, it's of no value."
Captain: "The staff on duty along the way may report something."
Muller: "They can only run in two directions. One is north, through the swamp, to Can Belinda..."
Captain: (pointing to the map) "Canberlinda has a barracks. Because of this, they won't run towards us, otherwise they will be flanked."
Muller: (looking at the captain in surprise) "Flanking?! "
Roy came over.
Müller: "They're probably going all the way, heading south, somewhere in the direction of Goby. You know, the swamp is not that pleasant."
He turned to Roy.
Muller: "What's the matter with you, Roy?"
Roy: "Here, Max, your wife wants me to give it to you."
He gave Muller a sweater.
The people scattered on the highway were summoned by the soldiers. The captain turned to Max.
Captain: "Everything is ready, just wait for your instructions, district chief!" The
district chief put on the woolen sweater and looked at the editor in chief with a sneer.
Müller: (to the captain) "Let's get started!"
Captain: "Okay!"
Müller: (to the editor-in-chief) "Let’s listen to him now!"
When the captain got into the jeep seat and began to speak , Müller went round Looking around, I want to see what Sori is doing.
Captain: (to the guy with the radio) "Okay, turn on your stuff!"
He spoke to everyone in a firm military tone.
Captain: "Everything is ready, children! We are ready to go. Our person in charge is the mayor of Mueller. I am his deputy. All orders will be issued by both of us." The
police car on duty. Sori took a cardboard box from the car, opened the box, took out a torn and dirty close-fitting shirt from it, sniffed it, threw it in the box, and put it in his truck.
By the truck, Wilson led the dog with a strap. Sori came up, took the clothes out of the box and threw them on the ground for the dog to sniff.
The captain’s voice: "You are divided into two groups-two skirmish lines, in an unfolding formation. The middle road is a command group composed of District Captain Mueller and me."
The captain is neatly dressed and looks like an army commander.
Captain: "The local security team forms a group as the right wing." The
district leader was a little embarrassed and looked at the captain in surprise. The editor-in-chief glanced at the district chief. The district chief shrugged, and both of them laughed.
There was the barking of police dogs, and the district chief hurriedly raised his head and looked around.
The hounds were all led out. Sori and Wilson led them from the side to where the captain was speaking.
The turbulent hound sniffed the ground and barked.
Captain: "Each of you should be able to see each other. You are not allowed to leave twenty-five yards away, nor pass the police dogs. Follow them."
Mueller and the editor-in-chief watched the hounds silently, without listening to the captain.
Captain: "Everyone knows that the person we are going to search for does not have a weapon... If you find them, you can fire two shots as a signal."
Muller's attention was attracted by the sound of the whistle hunting.
The hound barked happily, and couldn't wait to track forward.
Sori also got excited and yelled.
Sori: "District Chief!...Captain!...We are ready. The'old raisins' (Note 3) will be sniffed out soon. (To a dog) Good deed... Good deed..."
Captain: " One more thing needs to be added..." The
district chief couldn't hold back, staring at the captain.
Captain: "This trip may take two days or more. So you'd better check your equipment now. Don't forget something!... You should keep up with the team and not fall behind! (Look down at the district leader) Wait a minute!"
He jumped out of the jeep seat.
Captain: (to the district leader) "Do you have anything to add?"
Müller: (simply) "No!"
Müller smiled gently and buttoned the captain's shirt.
Muller: "Let's get started!" The
captain looked a little unhappy. He felt that the district leader seemed to not trust him.
All the staff lined up in unequal formations on either side of Sori, Wilson, and the Hounds. The district chief, editor-in-chief and team leader are at the end. The imitator of the big star walked past the district chief and turned on his radio again.
daytime. river. The waves in the river undulate like blue glaze carved by hand. They clamored and hit the shiny black stones.
The river flooded due to the spring rain. The waves of the river can be heard. Karen and Jackson stared at the rushing torrent that lay in front of them, with such tenacious expressions, showing that for them, the retreat was more terrifying than the danger in front of them.
Jackson stood up first. He looked at the river and shrugged his shoulders.
Jackson: "Let's go!"
He took a step into the river, but the chain caught him. Karen seemed to look at the river in confusion, his face frozen.
Karen: "Do you think this place is deep?"
Jackson: (coldly) "What's the difference?"
Karen still didn't move, Jackson looked at him contemptuously.
Jackson: "You want to go north, don't you?"
Karen seemed to have a nightmare and stood up. Jackson went down the river, and Karen followed behind.
The river roared violently. The high waves hit the rocks, splattering white foam. The river water as dark as oil can be seen everywhere. In the depths of the water, there is a very turbulent whirlpool...the
fugitive enters the waist-length water. The cold water made them breathless. They tried their best to get a foothold.
Under the feet is an uneven riverbed. The tide and the chains that always hold them are a great hindrance to them. So they moved very slowly, shaking step by step.
They rushed through the whirlpool and onto the shallows. The current is stronger here, but there are rocks to rest your feet, although these rocks are damp and slippery. Karen walked crookedly.
... They almost reached the heart of the river... Their strength was almost exhausted. Karen, exhausted from fighting the roaring torrent, climbed onto a boulder. His foot slipped, slipped, fell down, fell heavily on the rock, dragging Jackson behind...
Two people were submerged in the surging river. They struggled, trying to touch the bottom of the water with their feet,...but couldn't detect...they bumped against the rock, trying to catch it...the torrent rushed them around, and sometimes one of them was on the top and the other was below. ...
Jackson touched a rock half-dipped in the water and desperately used the last bit of strength to grab it. Not only did he have to stabilize himself, but he also had to stabilize Karen, who was weakly spreading his arms, being rushed to and fro by the rapids, and dragging the chains hard. He is like a big fish turning over the water, sucking the air greedily.
However, despite trying his best, Jackson's fingers slowly loosened from the stone... They had to follow the flow again...
A very huge rock appeared in front of them.
Jackson stretched his hand forward, trying to keep himself from being knocked. Karen was half submerged in the water, slamming his head on the stone. His body suddenly lost control. Jackson lifted Karen's head out of the water, glanced toward the shore, then looked at Karen who was unconscious in horror, and it took him a long time to find a place to stay. He lifted Karento out of the water and swam to the shore where the current was relatively stable.
The river deepens again... it's more difficult to travel. Karen's body slid down from Jackson's hand and sank in the water for a short time...Jackson walked and swam from time to time, dragging Karen half-dead behind him, and finally dragged him onto the shoal.
River bank. The river retreated behind.
Jackson tried his best to get Karen back into consciousness, shaking him violently and slapped him in the face.
Jackson: "Karen! ... Karen! ... wake up!"
Karen finally coughed out, trying to avoid the unpleasant slapping. Jackson let go of him. After suffering great torture, Jackson sat aside, breathing hard. Karen also sat up, shaking his head.
Karen: "Thank you!"
Jackson: "Thank you for what?"
Karen: "Because you saved me ashore."
Jackson looked at him in surprise, hesitated, and answered coldly.
Jackson: "Go to hell!...I didn't save you at all!...I have no other way...or you will drag me away!"
He stood up, she looked at Karen coldly, and waited silently for Karen to resist the pain and stand up.
The edge of the swamp. Not far away is the river. daytime.
Two gunshots.
The captain put the pistol back into the holster, leaned over, picked up a cigarette butt, and looked at it.
Soldiers, security guards, district chief and editor-in-chief ran towards the captain. Sori summoned the dog and pulled the rope. Wilson tried his best to control the group of police dogs that were startled by gunfire and barked.
Müller: (approaching) "What's the matter?"
Captain: (satisfied) "Aren't you opposed to using dogs?"
Müller: (looks at the cigarette butt in the captain's hand) "What did you say? ... I never did I have opposed the use of dogs. They are good friends of people! Are they?" The
captain took the cigarette butt in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.
Müller: (to the captain, mockingly) "What's the matter there?... Is it lipstick? (To Sori who comes along) Nothing special, Sori, let's go!"
Sori: "Wait a minute, District Chief, I can't let the dogs out anymore today. They need to rest."
Captain: "But we still have some time..."
Muller looked up at him with a gentle smile and put down his rucksack.
Muller: "Nothing, our people have to rest."
Sorry: (to the district chief) "So, it's settled?"
Muller: "Yes, Sorry ."
This obviously angered the captain.
Sori: "Come here, kid!"
He took the dog away. Muller sat down on the floor, grunted carelessly, and took off his shoes.
Muller: "The last part of the trip will be very difficult!"
Captain: "You can give them time to escape."
Muller: "They also want to rest."
He looked at the man standing beside him. The captain who suppressed his anger.
Muller: "Your complexion is very bad..."
dusk. wetlands.
The depressions are covered with bushes, some shrubs and Spanish moss.
Two people were chasing an invisible thing quietly.
In the darkness that gradually fell, there were endless irritating and endless frog calls. Already feel that the swamp is approaching. Two people appeared again. Their faces were stern, and they looked very thin in the cold light of the setting sun.
The black raised his hand gently, waved a wooden stick, gave a quick hit, and a frog jumped up suddenly.
Jackson: "Caught it?"
Karen slammed the ground with a stick frantically. Jackson was with him, also beating the bushes. Suddenly, Karen lost his balance and fell to the ground while dragging Jackson down. Jackson frowned with a sharp pain in his wrist.
The two leaned over to the ground, hurriedly searching for something in the grass. Jackson stood up, proudly grabbing a big frog in his hand.
Jackson: "Caught it!"
Night fell. Jackson and Karen were sitting by the campfire. They avoid each other as long as the chain is.
The two sat separately and toasted the damp cigarettes by the campfire.
Karen's eyes were attracted by the frog that Jackson was grilling on a small fire.
The thick night and endless rustle on the swamp made people feel terrified and uneasy. From time to time, other piercing and strange noises came from the darkness, which made Jackson's heart tremble.
Jackson: "Listen...what is this?"
Karen: "The birds at night...mainly this...and the bugs..."
Jackson: "It would be fine if they all shut their mouths."
Jackson went from the fire. Take out the roasted frog legs and hand one to Karen.
Karen: (coldly) "Thank you!"
Jackson did not answer. He was attracted by the food. Suddenly, there was a cry of some kind of animal nearby. Jackson shuddered in surprise.
Jackson: (Seems to be explaining) "It looks like a dog is barking."
Karen: "That's too fast."
Jackson: "They are probably already catching up... Do you think they will go fast?"
Karen: (Reassuringly) "There is no way here... They have to drive as hard as we do."
A dead silence ...Jackson listened to the night sound again. He pointed to the swamp and asked questions as if to confess.
Jackson: "Are there any beasts here?"
Karen: "Yes."
Jackson: "What kind of beasts?"
Karen: "Various kinds of..."
Jackson: "For example..."
Karen: " Crocodiles, bears... wild boars..."
Jackson: "Why can't you hear them?"
Karen: "They are beasts!... They either hunt for food or are hunted by themselves... In either case, none of them I wish to expose myself..."
Jackson: (I appreciate Karen’s answer) "I appreciate this!"
Jackson finished eating, threw his bones into the fire, licked his fingers, squatted down by the campfire, and took out a dried cigarette. , Put it in your mouth, and carefully put the rest of the cigarettes into your pocket. He started smoking.
The rustling sound of the night seemed to surround the small bonfire tighter, and the glow of the fire accompanied two tired people.
Jackson: "You listen to... thousands of voices... and none of them can understand the other..."
Karen: (shrugs) "It's just a bug called..."
Jackson: (contemptuously "What is the difference between insects and humans...?!...No one knows who... Animals should be smarter. Be careful and hunt only for yourself! I appreciate this!"
Suddenly, some kind of animal pierced the ears. The wailing before his death broke the silence of the night.
Jackson: "What's this?"
Karen: "It's the cry of the weasel. The owl must have caught it."
Jackson: "But you said, they don't make a sound!"
Karen: (lowly) "Only when you are dying..." The
two fell silent... Jackson fell into deep thought, and then muttered, as if talking to himself.
Jackson: "Life is like this... You have been silent for a lifetime, only once, when you are about to die..." The
two stared face to face for a while, as if an idea that appeared in an instant helped them deepen their mutual relationship. learn. But their hatred for each other was still strong, and the two looked away. Jackson handed Karen half of the cigarette butt he had smoked.
Karen: "Thank you..."
Jackson: "Why don't you throw away the cigarette butt?"
Karen: "Ah?!"
Jackson: "You always say thank you... I hate this word!"
Karen: (shrugs) "This word doesn't mean anything."
Jackson: (laughs intermittently) "It doesn't mean anything?! But you want to build your own lives on this word... You know this too. At the Nettschitz family of fashion Next to the store, I used to help others drive the car into the parking lot in order to earn a few tips. A certain playboy handed the car to me, and I must say to him:'Thank you, sir!' I worked for him, Drive the car into the parking lot, and I have to say:'Thank you, sir!' And the louder you speak, the more you tip!"
Karen: "It should be so!"
Jackson: (seriously) "Not at all That should be the case! If you are a'Charlie Monopoly',...a wealthy rich man, then you can not bend over to anyone! I want to live like this."
He was silent, and then continued in a low voice.
Jackson: "...They just don’t tip me, and I have to say'thank you.' Every time I hear this word, it feels like a needle prick. Alas, what consequences will this word bring? Ah...Do you know what I mean? Boy (Note 4)!"
Hearing the word "boy", Karen quickly raised his head.
Karen: (Quietly) "Yes,...I know what you are referring to!...I am also as uncomfortable as a needle prick at the moment. (After a word) Don't call me'boy' anymore !" The
two stared at each other. Jackson saw that Karen's eyes were cold and murderous, and he smiled weakly. He knew what would happen if Karen was offended.
Jackson: (Try to say it emphatically) "Oh, you are too sensitive, lad!"
Karen: (fiercely) "Not at all!"
Jackson: (consolingly) "Well, that's it! But I want to give it to you A little piece of advice... I feel good about you, boy... You should learn to bear things as they are, not against them, if you don’t want to be the unlucky one. I would love to see how you are Learn to live, lad!"
Karen: (coldly, suspiciously) "Like you, in that fashion store?"
Jackson: (calmly) "Yes...just like me, in that fashion store? …"
Karen: (simulating complainingly) "Do you want to put me in that store?"
Jackson: (returning to sneer) "Of course, you just have to go in through the back door, if you can fiddle with buckets and brooms."
Card Lun: "And you are from the front door... to ask for a tip..."
Jackson: (begins irritated) "Why are you like this... Is it because I called you black in the car..."
Karen : (Interruptingly) "Yes! ... Now also!"
Jackson: (sneered contemptuously) "But you are such a person! The shovel is still called the shovel... for example, me, call me' Hankey' (Note 5) I have no objection. You just call me a savage, and I will not protest."
Karen: "What do you know about the savage?"
Jackson: (intentionally going around in a circle) "You mean What?"
Karen: (provocatively) "And what do you mean?"
Jackson: "I mean what I said...Don't pester me...I didn't invent this nickname."
Karen was so angry that he didn't pay attention to what he said.
Karen: "You've been used to these words since you were born. When you first learned to speak, this kind of words came out of you with a mouth."
Jackson: "And it makes you angry, doesn't it? ?"
Karen stared at him angrily.
Jackson: "But that's the truth! ... Your life is so bitter, and these rules are not made by me!"
Karen: "But you live by these rules!"
Jackson: (Angryly) "All people All live according to a certain rule. Everyone is inseparable from his living environment...Even the beasts on the moor are no exception!"
Karen: "Even if it's a weasel!"
Jackson: "You call me Ling Wei?!"
Karen: (sneerly) "No!...I call you...white!"
He spat into the campfire and lay straight on the ground. Jackson flew helplessly and looked at him angrily.
daytime. On the river bank.
The hounds barked and searched along the river bank. They fiercely splashed the water on the shore, but they didn't want to plunge into the turbulent river.
Sori tried hard to gather the police dogs. He was as nervous as his dog, yelling at them loudly. Muller, the captain and the editor-in-chief walked over.
Sori: "Hey!...Hey!...Back!...Come to me!"
When he pulled the rope to summon the dog, all the people who participated in the hunt gathered to the shore.
The mayor of Mueller was standing next to the radiotelephone.
Müller: (to the microphone) "I am Müller...you can remove the guard posts along the way...they went north...no, it's impossible, they won't turn back...they have passed Mark Henry He, (pause) Yes, the footprints are fresh... We can catch them in a day or two... (Pause) The jeep can't drive through, we have to bring our own food... everything will be normal... please call me Insider, tell her that everything is normal...good!" The
district head hung up the microphone. The editor-in-chief came over.
Editor-in-chief: "If I call the newspaper, Max, would you object?"
Muller: "Please!"
He turned to the captain who was looking at the map.
Muller: "Did you find anything?"
Captain: (pointing to the map) "We can wade from here..."
He stopped halfway through.
Captain: "Roy!"
Roy immediately turned off the portable wireless phone.
Captain: "We can wade over from here, redeploy on the shore over there, and then search for traces."
Muller: "Okay."
He was about to walk away.
Editor-in-chief: (to the microphone) "News agency? Tell them everything I know!" The
editor-in-chief said as he listened to Max's conversation with the captain.
The captain's voice suppressed the editor-in-chief's call.
Captain: "This roundabout will take us two hours."
Muller: "What to do? There is no way."
Captain: "But I think we can think of something." The
district leader looked at him sneer.
Editor-in-Chief: (to the microphone) "But you have to do your best. You know what to write... Unfortunately, I must end the conversation now... I will contact you as much as possible... OK!"
He hung up the microphone.
Captain: "Why don't you contact Kanbelinda while the jeep is still here?"
Müller: (excitedly) "Why? Would you like to mobilize tanks and two armored regiments?"
Captain: "The two The guy is twelve hours ahead of us, and we have to waste two hours."
Müller: (want to walk away) "I respect mathematics very much."
Captain: (stubbornly) "My duty-is to catch people!"
Müller: (can't be self-control) "And my duty-is to make a decision!"
The captain cast an angry glance at the district chief and walked away quickly.
Roy didn't notice anything, and walked towards the district chief.
Roy: "You said, Max..."
Roy looked attentive, thinking about something nervously. The district chief turned to him.
Muller: (suddenly) "What's the matter?"
Roy: (complainingly) "I don't know... I feel something is wrong."
Muller: "What are you talking about?"
Roy: "You Look, my whole body is swollen. Look here..."
He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his collar.
Editor-in-chief: "This is urticaria!"
Muller's fire had passed, and he smiled.
Muller: "Oh, God bless you, just stop developing..."
Roy (wrongfully) "You are laughing, but I am going crazy in a hurry."
Max dragged his hand and led Roy. Go to the jeep. The captain is still studying the map there. The district chief walked over and talked to the captain with a smile.
Muller: "There will be losses in war! You already have wounded, Captain. Look, this is hives!"
He still smiled and pointed to the jeep.
Müller: (to Roy) "Lie down...you can go back with the jeep!"
Müller: (to the captain) "Listen to me, Frank, why are you always agitated? We are now hunting two Poor homeless people. They are probably asking for forgiveness from others, wanting a full meal. But they can't ask for anything...so they will be exhausted before us...Tomorrow we will be able to catch them... …"
Captain: (coldly) "You think everything is too simple."
Müller: (sneerly) "It's really like that... It's almost like catching a rabbit anyway! (Turning to Roy) Right, Roy? "
Roy :( Zhang developed swollen lips, no malice)," go to hell! "
Mueller laughed, loudly talking to people to participate in the hunt around the side.
Muller: "Well, kids, it's time to work!" The
jeep passed the chain-shaped queue from behind.
All the people followed the district chief and walked along the southern bank of the river.
daytime. wetlands. It's raining.
Jackson lay with his back to Karen. He opened his eyes, but didn't move. For a moment he really didn't understand where he was. He shook his head and found himself lying with a black man. A look of disgust appeared on Jackson's face. He turned around and sat up. The chain pulled Karen's hand sharply. Karen stood up abruptly, squinting hard to open in the sun.
Karen: (staring) "What's the matter?"
Jackson: (coldly) "We should go."
He got up from the ground. Karen sat for a while, rubbed his temples, and then stood up too.
Jackson: (coldly) "Let's go!"
They hit the road.
daytime. rain. Pine forest.
There is a winding pine forest on the edge of the swamp. The morning sun just came in here. Everything looked extremely miserable and desolate.
The two of them walked wearily on the swamp grass in the dense forest, shoulder to shoulder, as if walking in the park.
Their feet sink into the thick blanket of pine needles.
Suddenly, Karen stopped.
The ruts of the cart are clearly visible on the ground. The two stopped on the side of the road and watched attentively. They walked to the middle of the road.
Hear the creak of wheels and the clatter of horseshoes.
A voice came from a person: "Drive, go! Drive, drive... go..." The
two were stunned for an instant, and hurriedly hid behind the mound on the other side.
A big hole.
Jackson and Karen flew down and fell into the dimple at the bottom of the pit with a puff.
They heard the cart passing by.
Jackson: (nervously) "Who do you think?"
Karen: "Shhh—"
The sound of the cart gradually disappeared.
Jackson: (Looking around) "Where are we?"
Karen shrugged.
Karen: "It seems to be in an abandoned clay quarry. This is a dredge."
Jackson followed Karen's gaze and looked up, and saw an old rusty dredge overturned on the edge of the pit. .
Jackson: "Should leave here."
They wrapped the chain around their hands to minimize the friction between the chain and the wrist and began to crawl out of the pit. They caught a small tree and stepped out a ladder on the clay with shoes, but the tree was uprooted and they lost their center of gravity. The white man slipped first, dragging Karen slowly behind. They grabbed the mud bumps protruding from the clay wall, but they still inevitably fell downward and fell into the bottom of the pit.
Karen: (Coldly) "Loosen the chains!" The
two loosened the chains and let go of their hands.
Jackson: "Okay, try again."
Karen: "Stay back, we have to jump."
They backed up, then rushed to the clay wall, pushed up hard with their feet, and grabbed the red clay with their fingers. The white man failed, and one of Karen's feet began to climb up, and he stood still in a firm posture.
Jackson: "Climb!"
Karen: "No."
Jackson: "Climb, you damn it!"
Karen: "Slippy under the feet."
He gradually slid down, dragging the white man behind him.
They were exhausted and rested for a while at the bottom of the pit. Jackson looked at Karen angrily.
Jackson: "Perhaps, one has to step on the shoulder of another."
Karen knelt before the mud wall without saying a word . Jackson stood on his shoulder. Karen stood up slowly and supported Jackson.
Jackson: "Okay?"
Karen: "Go forward a little bit!"
Jackson carefully stepped out the steps on the clay with his feet, and climbed up.
Jackson: "Loosen the chain. Let me pull out!"
Karen raised his locked hand. Jackson climbed up another step cautiously.
Karen: "The chain is over, I have to climb."
He stepped on the first step and stopped.
Jackson: "Are you normal there?"
Karen: "Yes... Climb a little bit higher!"
Jackson: (snorting happily) "It's almost the top!"
Karen: "I'll climb one more level... …"
Jackson almost reached the edge of the pit. He wanted to grab a small tree, but the chain was not long enough. He hung one hand in the air, and his body began to slide again.
Jackson: "Damn it!"
Karen: "Don't worry."
Jackson: " Lose the chain a little bit more."
Karen: "What's the matter, can I lift myself up?"
Suddenly, Jackson lost his balance.
Jackson: "Beware!" The
two fell again. Jackson was furious, jumped up, and rushed towards the mud wall.
Unexpectedly, Karen fell into the mud with his face. They lay, gasping hard. The faces of both of them were muddy, and only their eyes could be seen. The two stared at each other angrily.
Karen: (silent for a while) "Maybe, we have to find some pieces of wood."
Jackson did not answer, nodding in agreement. The two stood up from the small depression and found some rotten roots, branches, and broken pieces of wood littered in the pit. They walked to the mud wall with difficulty, inserted the wooden block into the mud, and found a simple but reliable fulcrum, which was about four yards high from the bottom up. After Jackson fiddled with all of this, his face turned to the mud wall and bowed.
Jackson: "Climb!"
Karen climbed onto his shoulder.
Jackson: "I won't call you, don't go up."
He slowly straightened his waist, carefully raised his feet, and climbed up the four-yard-high support along with Karen who was stepping on his shoulders. He flushed with tension and breathed hard.
Jackson: "Let's get on now!"
Karen slowly lifted his weight from Jackson's shoulders and hung up before crawling out of the pit. At this moment, he grabbed the bulge of the old dredge and turned it up carefully.
By the dirt pit.
Karen: "Alright...I'm already on it. Now hold on to the chain."
Jackson obeyed him silently. He was afraid of losing his balance and did not look up. After a minute... he climbed up too.
Both of them slumped to the ground wearily, panting heavily. Jackson took out his cigarette and smoked it, and Karen looked at him. He saw Jackson carefully inspecting his bled wrist and grabbed his hand.
Jackson: (pulling out his hand) "What are you doing?..."
Karen: "Show me!"
Jackson: "Why?"
Karen: "You probably have inflammation."
Jackson: "Well, what can you do? ? "
Karen:" to tie you up. "
Jackson:". I do not want you be kind "
their eyes meet, two of them as a few seconds.
Karen: (
lowly ) "I don't have any kindness to you." Jackson slowly stretched out his hand. Karen stopped his hand and watched attentively. Take off a colorful scarf from your neck, push the "iron bracelet" under your wrist, and carefully cover the scarf over the wound. He shook his head, grabbed a handful of mud and carefully applied it to his injured wrist, then wrapped it in a scarf.
Jackson: "What is this for?"
Karen: "Disinfect with soil." The
white man sat, staring straight ahead.
Jackson: "It's okay...comfortable and cool..."
Karen ignored him.
Jackson: "What do you want from me?... Want me to say "thank you"? (No answer) Thank you!... Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Karen still ignored him.
Jackson: "
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Karen: "Why are you so angry?"
Jackson looked at him in surprise without knowing why Karen asked such a question.
Karen: "I have said this for a lifetime... When I was a child, my dad took me into the church. Although I was barefoot, I shouted:'Thank you, sir!'-shouted like that It sounds like other kids who don't wear shoes..."
Jackson: (calmly) "At the end, every child of God will get shoes."
He handed the cigarette butt to Karen...and stood up.
Jackson: "Let's go!"
Karen stood up, dropped his cigarette butt, and said casually.
Karen: "Let's go side by side so that your hands can feel better."
Jackson: (looks at Karen carefully) "Of course."
During the day. In the mist.
The district chief’s team searched around hard, looking exhausted one by one, especially the guy with the wireless phone. The team stretched out in a chain. Some were limping, and some stopped to loosen the straps on their backpacks.
The difficult journey also left marks on the district chief. He looked around warily. The captain realized this and smiled gloomily. Mueller did not let go of the captain's eyes, sighed, and walked forward.
dusk. Outside the village.
Karen and Jackson appeared. They carefully climbed over a fallen tree trunk and stared at a small hut across the road. There is a glass window on the front of one of the cabins. Nearby is a shed with a pointed roof, and under the shed is a hoisting machine.
The fugitives carefully inspected these simple dwellings and the courtyards where they were clothed. Lights gleamed in the windows of the house. Karen and Jackson talked in a low voice.
Jackson: "It looks like this village is not big."
Karen: "All turpentine transporters live here. That's a warehouse."
He pointed to the shed.
Jackson: "This is probably a certain company's store?"
Karen: "Yes."
Jackson: "It happens to be in the middle of the village."
Karen: "There are food... and tools... all the things we need are in there.
Yes ." They stared at the light blankly. A dog barking sounded somewhere, and another dog responded. Jackson took a deep breath.
Jackson: "If we succeed, we can immediately release our hands and fill our stomachs. (Thinking) They will soon go to bed... We'd better hide now to avoid being spotted."
They Go down carefully, sit down behind the fence, carefully observe the village, and occasionally exchange a few words that no one can hear. Jackson took out his cigarette and started smoking.
night. In the village.
There are only a few windows with lights on... A woman walks out of a house and takes the leftovers to the pigsty.
Karen: "
Feed the pigs, that is to say, I had dinner." Jackson: "I also fed pigs on the prison farm... (remembering) what a good farm!"
Karen: "Yes... good The farm... everything is mechanized there."
Jackson: "If a guy can get a non-destructive farm, he will have a considerable fortune."
Karen: "Then he doesn't need to do everything with his hands, and he doesn't have to With a mule..."
Jackson: "If that's the case, you don't have to worry about it!"
Karen: "Do you think so? I cultivate 36 acres by my own hands, and my wife helps me with my work, sometimes small My son also came to help, but we have never had a full meal."
Jackson looked at him in surprise.
Jackson: "I don't know you are already married." The
black man did not answer.
Jackson: "What's wrong with her? Did she go with'Zhu Di'?"
Karen now looked at him in confusion.
Jackson: "Did'Zhu Di' take her away?"
Karen: "Who is'Zhu Di'?"
Jackson: "'Zhu Di'? Have you never heard of'Zhu Di'? All the women whose husbands are in jail are his private property...As long as the door is closed, Your room door opened, and'Di Zhu' came in...When the man got out of prison, there was no wife...'Di Zhu' had cheated her away!..."
Karen turned and looked at the village. Jackson glanced at him.
He felt that he was talking nonsense, touching Karen's sore spot. Jackson was full of sympathy and the desire to help the black man, but this feeling was too strange to Jackson, and he didn't know how to express it. He knelt down with Karen and stared at the village.
In a house, the lights went out.
Still that night.
Only the windows of six houses were still lit.
Karen and Jackson waited patiently.
Jackson: "One more light... now there are five more."
Karen: "Yes."
Silence.
Jackson: "What happened to your little son?"
Karen: "When I left, he was only five years old. He, probably doesn't remember me anymore."
Jackson glanced at Karen quickly, and then looked again. The direction of the village. Through the open and honest conversation, he felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do now. He searched for the words laboriously. Suddenly, he blurted out due to an unexpected force.
Jackson: "Everyone is fighting alone! You are not alone...everyone is like this!...This is absolutely true!"
Both were silent. Jackson handed him a cigarette butt. Karen took a deep breath.
Jackson: "I smelled the scent of coffee along the way."
Karen: (dryly) "The wind is blowing from another direction."
Jackson: "Maybe! ... But also the wind. Blowing in my fantasy."
night. On the edge of the pit. On the side is the bucket of the dredger we have seen. The surroundings are humid and dirty.
The team rests here. A small bonfire is lit. Coffee is brewed in a small pot on the campfire. The editor-in-chief took the pot from the fire. Not far from the side, the district chief was pacing worriedly. He stopped and watched the editor pouring coffee.
Muller: "None caught...how could they run so far?"
Editor: (hands
over a cup of coffee) " Here , Max..." Muller took the coffee and sat down with the editor.
Muller: "I thought I could catch them today."
He was silent, looking at the captain coming towards him. The guy's face was cold and merciless.
Editor-in-chief: "Sit down! How about a cup of hot coffee?" The
captain didn't answer his question, but stood still and turned to the district chief.
Captain: "I think you would like to know the situation of our wounded."
Muller: (silent for a while) "Of course...speak!"
Captain: "There are three in total."
Muller: "What's the matter with them?"
Captain: "Pricked their feet."
Muller: "Let them go back."
Captain: "Should send someone to go with them."
Muller: (After a moment of silence, he said) "Send anyone."
Captain: " There are too many to leave."
Muller: "What can I do?"
Captain: "Sori said, the fresh footprints are invisible."
Muller: "So what can I do?!"
Captain: "That's it. Yes. I want to ask for support in the report, but you refused. You are responsible for this problem!..."
Muller: (nodding tiredly) "Yes, I am responsible. What else do you want to teach me?"
Captain: (coldly, emphatically) "Only this. My position is not elected like you, so I am not afraid of losing it."
Muller didn't say a word, but gave him a cold glance. The captain turned and left. The editor-in-chief looked at the district chief with a sneer.
Editor-in-chief: "There is a part of the truth in his words!"
Muller: (angrily) "If I listen to him, I'd better call a Marine Corps here."
Editor-in-chief: "Well, if there are any other guys to run away, You will be in an awkward position because you refuse to ask for support."
Muller didn't understand the editor's intention, and looked at him carefully.
Editor-in-chief: "I have to do everything right, Max." The
sullen district chief dumped the leftover coffee.
Muller: "Do you know what I want to say to you, Taiwanese? ... I have a wife, two children, and debts in the bank. My district mayor's salary is 6,800 yuan, which is a solid sum. I don’t have to work hard here, mainly because I’m interested in this job...but don’t worry about my loss of this position, I can return to my position as a lawyer at any time.”
Editor-in-chief: (shook his head with a smile "Don't be surprised, Max!... We are old friends. You know yourself what benefits a lawyer's job gives you!... You are an honest person... Don't lie to yourself!"
Muller said carefully. Look at the editor-in-chief and look at the campfire.
The beating flames changed his facial expressions from time to time. He pondered what the editor-in-chief said, and his gaze focused on... Silence... He was smoking a cigarette...
Muller: (lowly, painfully) "I'll catch them... I don't want to do it... But it will I start to hate these two boys for coming..."
Outside the village. Karen and Jackson are still sitting behind the fence.
Jackson: (puts out his cigarette butt) "Where is my old man now... (smilingly) After I turned fourteen, I saw him... on the day he was demobilized from the army, and that It’s the last time we met!... W
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