text / (U.S.) Wes Anderson, Roman Coppola
Translated / Fire Village, Xi Yu
interior, Bishop's house,
dilapidated wooden stairs, and a woven carpet on the ground is also very torn Now, faded oil paintings hung on the walls of the long and wide corridors, showing sailing ships and battleships. The wallpaper has been blanched by the sun, and the corners have been peeled, and there are only a few bright spots, which are obviously just pasted on. There is an easel in the corner.
Outside the house, it was raining fiercely, and the dense raindrops hit the roof and merged into a column of water at the gutter.
A 10-year-old boy in pajamas appeared on the stairs, while carefully descending the stairs, while eating potato chips in a bowl. This is Lionel. He opened the door of a low cabinet under the window, took out a portable record player, put a record on the turntable, and lightly placed the stylus on the rotating record.
A child’s voice sounded ---
phonograph (outside the picture): To illustrate how a large symphony orchestra is composed, Benjamin Britton (Note 1) wrote a large section composed of many small sections to illustrate the symphony All components of the regiment.
While Lionel was listening, three more children walked out of the bedroom one after another and gathered here.
The first is Murray, an 8-year-old boy in a bathrobe. The second is a 9-year-old boy, wearing white boxer shorts and a white undershirt. He is Rudy. The third is a girl, 12 years old, wearing a cardigan with knee-length socks and a pair of polished patent leather shoes. She is Susie. She was holding a one-month-old tabby cat in her hand.
The two boys leaned close to their brother, lying on the floor, resting their cheeks in their hands and listening.
Susie sat on the windowsill. She opened a book called "Shelly and the Secret Universe". The cover was a young gymnast with a brightly colored amulet hanging around her neck.
Susie began to read—and then stopped again, put the book down, picked up a child with binoculars, and looked at the rain outside the window.
Location, Bishop's house, day
On the hillside is a crumbling three-story building with stone walls and wooden roofs, a turret and an observatory. A weather vane on the roof swayed in the wind and rattled. The crown of the tree droops towards the ground. Because of the rain screen, the sea is almost invisible, and the mainland is just a shadow. Susie sat by the high window, watching all this.
The cast and crew subtitles skimmed.
The family was trapped indoors by the rain.
We saw boys in the bedroom, bathroom and corridor. They are playing marbles. They are playing a game of tossing the child. They are playing cards. They eat grilled cheese sandwiches in the kitchen together.
Through a half-open door, we saw their parents. Mr. Bishop is a tall man in his 50s. He wears a pair of cotton striped trousers and a pair of horny-rimmed glasses. He is reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Mrs. Bishop, 45 years old, has a dark complexion, and a curled-up print dress, in the style of designer Lily Pulitzer. She was washing her hair by the kitchen sink, bare-chested and backless.
Susie is still looking out the window with her binoculars. She saw the damp branches shaking in the woods. She saw a man in a tarp raincoat fishing on a rowing boat. She also found a white pony in the field.
Susie was drinking tomato soup in the pantry alone.
Not far away, a seaplane was flying at a low altitude.
(Cut to)
the edge of a cliff on the beach. The rocky peninsula winds and stretches towards the background, and the wind howls in the tall grass. A 50-year-old man wearing rubber boots and a hooded coat was standing next to a tripod. His head was bald and the hair on both sides was very long. A surveying spirit level is placed on the tripod. He is the narrator. He speaks to the camera -
Narrator: This is New Penzance Island, sixteen miles long, covered with perennial pine and maple trees, criss-crossed with shallow tidal trenches, and is also a concentrated habitat for seabirds and paved roads. There is not one, only long intertwined trails and dirt roads. There are ferries to and from Stone Bay, twice a day. It is 1965. We are actually at the far end of the Black Beacon Strait, which is famous for its treacherous storms, which are all documented. They usually struck from the east on September 5th—a period of three days.
Location, boy scout camp, day
In a clearing in the forest, ten small khaki tents lined up. The flag on the flagpole was blowing in the wind. The flag bears the words Ivan Hoy Camp. A trumpeter wearing a khaki uniform and a yellow scarf was blowing the return horn intermittently. He wears a gauze blindfold over one of his eyes. He is the "sleepworm".
A man in the same military uniform, about 35 years old, came out of a larger tent. He is the captain of the camp. He was wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat, and the corolla badge was embroidered with the words: Ivan Hoy Boy Scouts, 55th Division. He lit a cigarette. A player with curly hair and sunglasses came to him. This is Gagi.
Captain: Good morning, Gagi.
Gaggie: Good morning, sir.
Gage opened a small spiral-bound notebook. The captain walked to the toilet surrounded by thick wooden sticks and rope. A tall boy army member was bending over and digging a trench, with an engineer shovel next to him. He is DeLuca.
Captain: DeLuca. Toilet inspection.
DeLuca stopped digging and grabbed a rope. He pulled it, and a stream of water rushed down the chute. The swirling stream of water passed through a valve, flipped a small door, and a small red flag was erected. The captain nodded.
Captain: Good.
Gage made a note on the small notebook. The captain walked away. He stopped in front of another player. The player's hair was too long and covered his eyes. He sat on a tree stump, twirling something with his fingers. He is Roosevelt.
Captain: Roosevelt. How is the rope?
Roosevelt (somewhat frustrated): I don't know. I think I skipped a stitch.
Insertion:
A thin colorful braided rope, one end tied to the foot of a rabbit. The rope is woven very coarsely, coupled with the coiling and knotting too much, it looks very unremarkable.
The captain picked up the rope and glanced at it, with a confused expression on his face. He patted Roosevelt's back lightly and shook hands with Roosevelt secretly. Gage made another note. The captain walked away.
There is a motocross track in the background outside the tent area. There are a lot of dirty things on the track. Whenever a driver makes a U-turn, those things will be picked up by the wind and floated into the air. The captain frowned.
The captain stopped in front of a pile of wood about six feet high. A sturdy boy with black hair and big fangs came over with a few pieces of wood under his armpit. He is Skotak.
Captain: Skotak. What are these pieces of wood used for?
Scotak (joyfully): We are going to build a tree house.
Skotak pointed upwards. The captain squinted. A platform had been erected sixty feet above the head. The two players were sawing something vigorously at the half waist. The captain couldn't help being surprised.
Captain: This height is too unsafe.
The captain talked and turned around the tree trunk, and at the same time he raised his head and looked up. When he spoke again, he became a little stammered.
Captain: Why is it built so high? If someone falls...no doubt he will die.
Skotak: Then where do you say it should be built?
Captain (hesitatingly): Low!
Gaggie made a note. Scottak looked docile. After a few steps, the captain stopped in front of a small team member who was using a tree stick to stab the ant nest with a small nose and small eyes. It seemed that he was considering whether to pour a little lighter oil into it. He is Nickelby.
Captain: Nickelby. Sampling.
Nickelby stood up, his clothes disheveled.
Captain: Your sock has fallen off, the hem is not tucked into your belt, and your pants are not flattened. One item of uniformity, your report is a "violation"!
Gaggie made a note in the notebook, and Nickelby was dejected. The captain walked away and stopped again in front of a workbench with old newspapers as a ceiling. A boy army member poured green powder into a paper tube through a funnel, and another member sealed the tube with wax. These two are Bonagel and Izod. A sign was standing next to the workbench saying "No Smoking" was written. The captain handed a pack of his cigarettes to Gage, who took it at an arm's length away.
Captain: How many rockets have you made, Bonagel?
Bonagel: Sixteen and a half.
Captain (to Gage): Is it enough for the celebration?
Gaggie shook his head. The captain turned to Izod.
Captain: Izod, go to the armory and get another pint of gunpowder.
Izod slipped away. The captain strode away, shouting as he walked -
captain: Redford, stop!
The motorcycle rider came to a sideslip and braked sharply, and stopped in front of the captain, a cloud of dust was rolled up behind the car. The captain coughed and waved away the dust in front of him. When the dust settled, we saw that the driver was a bronze-skinned, standard American-looking guy with blond hair. This is Redford. The fuel tank of his body is painted with flames. He tried to make excuses for himself.
Redford: Safety test, sir.
Captain (angrily): There is no end?
Redford: The condition of the car seems to be okay, I just check it, I'm afraid...
Captain (maneuvering): I don't care about safety when running laps. Second warning. The next time you commit the crime again, the key will be confiscated directly.
Gage made a note. Redford was unhappy. The team leader strode away and walked to a team member wearing a white apron who was roasting ham in front of a charcoal grill. This is Schiff.
Captain: Good morning, Shaf.
Scheff began to ring the bell hanging on the pillar. The captain went straight to a long picnic table, sat down, and opened a magazine called "Indian Corn". The cover was a team of Boy Scouts crossing the bridge. Judging from the characters and background, it should be in Indonesia.
Insert: the
front page of the magazine. The caption above is "Boy Scout Captain", and the picture shows a 70-year-old man riding a horse. He has silver hair and a short mustache. One line of handwritten signature: Commander Pierce. Coupled with a big-word aphorism: no eagle can be hatched in a goose egg.
While the captain was flipping through the magazine, the Boy Scouts members gathered from around. They are all between 12 and 15 years old. The team members began to open the tin bucket of field tableware, took out the folded tableware from the inside, and placed it on the table. Chef brought a large plate of scrambled eggs and put it on the table. While doing these things, the team members were clamoring.
The captain picked up a metal cup, took a sip of coffee, and then stopped. He looked up from the magazine.
Captain: Who hasn't arrived?
The captain called the name silently, his eyes swept over all the players present. He turned his head and screamed at the camp —
Captain: Shakuski! Eat breakfast!
No one answered. The captain is called "sleepy bug".
Captain: "Sleepy".
"Sleepy" blew the homing number again. Still no response.
The captain closed the magazine. Flick the cigarette butts into a red iron bucket marked with the word "Fire", while standing up, pinch a piece of ham and put it in your mouth, and walk towards a row of relatively small tents. In the end, the front door of the tent was closed. The captain akimbo his hands on hips and exclaims ---
Captain: Shakuski? are you there?
The captain pulled the tent door and frowned. He said to Gage ---
Captain: It's buckled inside.
The other team members gathered around with their own breakfast plates and watched curiously as they ate. The captain's voice became softer.
Captain: Sam?
The captain's expression became severe. He took out a Swiss army knife, took out several different blades from the slot, and quickly decided to use the one with the hook at the end. He squatted down, put the knife head in through the small slit under the door, tried left and right, and then suddenly lifted it up and unlocked the zipper.
Interior view, boy scout tent, day
The interior walls of the tent were painted with patterns of trees and pine cones, and there was a lattice carpet on the floor, a bedside cabinet, a steam lamp, a chair with neatly folded blankets, and a camp bed was empty. The captain entered slowly, bowed, and looked around. He opened the door of the bedside cabinet and lifted the corner of the mattress. He pulled out a piece of paper from under the pillow, like a torn from a notebook, yellow, folded. He flattened the paper and looked at it carefully. He suddenly turned to the chair by the "wall" and pulled it aside.
At the bottom end of the rear "wall", a hole the size of a basketball appeared. Although there are some strands of fabric, the shape is basically regular. The captain faces the wide-eyed Boy Scouts——
Captain: Oh my God, he ran away.
Exterior scenes, police station,
single-room bungalows, the door is marked with the word "Island Police". There was a passenger and cargo vehicle parked next to it, an old-fashioned one with wooden slats, with a police light on the roof and a police badge on the door. (This is the only car on the island.) Looking down from the cabin, there is a small pier protruding from the cabin into the harbor. There is a small motorboat moored there, being subjected to the constant impact of huge waves.
A silver trailer parked under the tree.
A six-foot-tall man about 45 years old is sitting on a stool by the dock fishing. He was wearing a short-sleeved police uniform, a black bow tie, and a baseball cap. He wears glasses with a transparent plastic frame, and a chain is tied to the frame. He is Officer Sharp.
Fishing next to him were two old men with shady faces and a sense of vicissitudes. They were all wearing checkered flannel shirts and hunting caps on their heads. At this time, a horn tied to the pole buzzed. Officer Sharp turned his head, and stood up and said to one of the old men---
Officer Sharp: Look at my pole, Edgar.
Interior view, police station, in the day
hut, there is a table with a folder on it, and a two-way radio communication device. Sharp went into the room, sat down, picked up the microphone, and smoothly pressed a red button on the side with his thumb.
Officer Sharp: Hello? This is Officer Sharp, over.
The captain's voice came from the crackling noise.
Captain (outside the picture): Officer Sharp, I am Randall, the head of the Boy Scout Camp Ivanhof. complete.
Sharp talked casually while pouring himself a cup of coffee from a thermos.
Officer Sharp: Good morning, Randy. Can I help you? complete.
Captain (outside the picture): Actually, I'm not so sure that a member of my boy scout uniform has escaped. complete.
silence. Officer Sharp frowned slightly.
Officer Sharp: What does this mean? complete.
Captain (outside the picture): A boy here seems to have stolen a small boat, some fishing gear, and about ten pounds of daily necessities, two sets of bedding, plus an air rifle... just disappeared. complete.
Officer Sharp stirred the sugar cubes in the coffee cup, thinking, and finally asked ---
Officer Sharp: Is there any reason? complete.
Captain (outside the picture): No. He only left me a signed note. complete.
Insert:
A piece of yellow paper. The handwriting on it is what the middle school student wrote in a pencil:
Dear Captain, I am very sad to inform you that I really can't have anything to do with the North American Boy Scouts. The others in the camp will probably be happy about it. this is not your fault. Best wishes. Sam Shakowski.
Officer Sharp scratched his scalp and glanced at his watch. Pause.
Officer Sharp: I think we'd better inform his parents. complete.
Captain (outside the picture): Agree. Over, over.
Location, post office,
a small house with wainscoting in Japan , surrounded by white pointed wooden fences. There is a U.S. postal logo on the door. Officer Sharp's car was parked in the background.
Interior view, post office,
a young woman with hair tied behind her head is sitting in front of the telephone exchange, eating a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. She is Becky. The headset she was wearing was connected to the switch. Officer Sharp wandered back behind her, while the captain was flipping through a stack of letters and postcards.
The bell of the switch rang, and Becky connected.
Becky: Hello, Diana.
Operator (outside the picture): Becky, here is a call from Chesterfield.
Becky: Take it.
Becky motioned to Officer Sharp and the captain, and the two quickly sat down and put on their headsets.
Becky: Speak up, Chesterfield.
(Cut to)
Screen split. On the left is Sharp, the captain and Becky, and on the right is an old man about 75 years old with a gray face, sitting at a table in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee. In the background is an old white-haired woman. She is making a cake and is in the process of hanging the icing. This pair is the Billingsley couple. The microphone is in Mr. Billingsley's hands.
Mr. Billingsley: Hello?
Officer Sharp: Hello, sir. I’m Officer Sharp.
Mr. Billingsley: Yes, sir. I received the message from you, thank you very much. In fact, as a family, we have already made a decision, because Sam has caused too much trouble, and the escape is only the most recent one, which is unfair to others, so unfortunately - this time, we Can't invite Sam back.
Officer Sharp, Captain and Becky all looked confused. Sharp said quietly---
Officer Sharp: Don't panic, sir. We will find him. We just notify you according to the rules.
Mr. Billingsley: I understand. I also just stand in my position to explain the situation to you.
Officer Sharp: I was confused by your statement. Can't you invite him back?
Mr. Billingsley: I'm afraid it is so. He is a good boy and he has a good heart, but he is unfair to others, do you understand? His emotions are not normal.
Long pause. No one moved, except Mrs. Billingsley who was making her cake. Officer Sharp finally spoke again---
Officer Sharp: Can I talk to Sam's father?
Mr. Billingsley frowned, and he started to speak, which surprised people again.
Mr. Billingsley: No, sir. Sam's parents were gone a few years ago. We are the Billingsleys. We are adoptive parents. Sam only lived with us in June last year.
Mrs. Billingsley stopped her work and looked at Mr. Billingsley. The captain interrupted.
Captain: Please forgive me, sir. I am the captain. Do you mean that Sam is an orphan?
Mr. Billingsley: Yes, this is a well-known fact. Of course he is.
Captain: Damn it, why don't you tell me when you sign up. Please forgive me for my foul language.
The captain held up a card. Mr. Billingsley shrugged.
Mr. Billingsley: I don't know. What to register?
Insert:
Card. It was printed with the words "Boy Scouts Registration", Sam Shakowski's name, address, health information, and photos in the name column. The small photo is slightly faded on the corner of the card. It shows a 12-year-old boy standing in a sunny tobacco field, wearing a Boy Scout uniform and a David Crockett-style raccoon hat.
Mr. Billingsley: We sent him a letter. These two days should be here.
The captain quickly checked the stack of letters again. He stopped, took out an airmail letter from it, and looked at it intently. Officer Sharp tried his best to appear convincing, but what really showed in his voice was anxiety.
Officer Sharp: Mr. Billingsley, we have lost a boy soldier here. We will notify you as per the regulations. But you said you can't invite him back again? Do you still say he is an orphan? Well, I am really confused. (Extremely at a loss) What do you want us to do?
Mr. Billingsley: It depends on the social service department. They will get in touch with you. good luck.
Mr. Billingsley hung up the phone. Becky unplugged the switch, Sharp looked at the captain, and everyone was silent.
Becky took out a box of homemade chocolate pancakes, Sharp refused, and the captain tasted one. Judging from the expression, it is delicious.
Location, boy scout camp, day
The captain stood on a bench and addressed all the players. All the team members can be said to be fully equipped with backpacks and walking sticks.
Captain: You have to abide by the rules, use all the off-road learning skills that you have been practicing this summer, find our people and take them back to the camp safely. Remember: this is not a search for a game, this is an opportunity to be a first-class team. Any questions?
"Sleepy" raised his hand, and the captain called his name.
Captain: "Sleepy".
"Sleepy": What is your real job?
Captain (caught off guard): I am a math teacher.
"Sleepy": What grade do you teach?
Captain (more uncomfortable): Eighth grade. what's wrong?
"Sleepy" shrugged his shoulders, and the captain frowned.
Captain: You know, maybe you didn't pay attention, we seem to be in trouble. This is a crisis. Who else has questions?
Radford raised his hand, and the captain called his name.
Captain: Redford.
Redford: What if he resists?
Captain (hesitatingly): Who?
Redford: Shakuski. Can we use force against him?
Captain (really annoyed): No, no. This is a non-violent search activity. The instructions given to you are to find him, not to hurt him. This is the case in any case. Did I make it clear?
The players mumbled and said clearly. The captain nodded.
Captain: Good.
The captain paused briefly and turned to "Sleepworm".
Captain: I want to modify my answer just now. In fact, this is my real job: Captain, the head of the 55th Division of the Boy Scouts. We are a team. I am proud of it.
The players are solemn, but also a little regretful. The captain finally said---
Captain: Be smart. Okay, let's go. Where is Snoopy?
Skotak: Here it is.
Skotak was holding a curly hound in his hand. The captain took out a sock with an iris pattern from a paper bag.
Captain: Give him a taste. The captain handed the socks to Scotak.
(Cut to) When
Scottak shook his socks under the hound’s nose, Redford, DeLuca, Nickelby, "Snooze" and Gaggie whispered to each other at the end of the team —
"Snooze": I listen Said that he ran away because his family died.
Gaggie: I heard that he has no family at all.
DeLuca: He is probably crazy because of this.
Redford: Let me tell you one thing: If I find him, I am not going to be the one who forgot to bring weapons.
Nickelby: Me too.
Montage: The
team searched in formations in the bushes that were not dense. Redford brought a net and a big axe. A long hunting knife was pinned to DeLuca's belt. The stick that Bonagle held in his hand had a few nails on its head. Nikkorby, Izod, and "Sleepy" all wore bow and arrow bags on their backs. The curly-haired hound had pulled the leash to its tightest degree and sniffed vigorously. The captain was sitting in a small boat equipped with an external engine, driving in the river, and giving orders through the walkie-talkie. Gage takes the helm.
Officer Sharp appeared in front of the gates of the big houses, took the snapshot of the boy army members, and showed them to different people: an elderly woman, a janitor, a group of children, and a priest. They all shook their heads at him.
Officer Sharp drove his police car along the waterfront, across a field and another bridge.
Location, Bishop's house,
Rishapu stands in front of the door and talks with the Bishops. Mr. Bishop is holding a glass of red wine in one hand, and holding the bottle neck of the red wine bottle in the other hand. Mrs. Bishop looked a little uneasy. The two looked at the photo carefully.
Mr. Bishop: Camp Ivan Hoy? That's on the other side of the island. Do you really think that a 12-year-old child can go so far on a raft?
Officer Sharp: Probably not.
Mrs. Bishop (shrugs): It is possible, lawyer.
Mr. Bishop (a little annoyed): I disagree, lawyer. He needs three days, at least.
Mrs. Bishop: I don't think so. Two days, the most.
Mr. Bishop: Well, I'm not going to fight this with you.
Officer Sharp: Try to pay attention anyway. Will you notify me of any abnormalities?
(Cut to)
Binoculars lens, looking down at Officer Sharp down the steps in front of the door. A few steps later, he met Lionel, Murray, and Rudy who were oncoming. They are all wearing swimming trunks, with towels on their shoulders. Officer Sharp patted Rudy on the top of the head, then dried his hands on the side of his pants. He got into the car, circled the woods, and drove back to the road. After walking a hundred meters on the dirt road, he stopped, got out of the car, leaned on the front of the car, and lit a cigarette. .
Susie watched all this with a telescope from the gazebo. She put down the binoculars with a curious look, and raised the binoculars to her eyes again. She saw -
Mrs. Bishop , who was looking down, appeared from the back door with a basket of wet clothes in her hand. She stopped under the clothesline, looked around, then walked quickly into the woods, crossed the pedestrian bridge and came to the dirt road. Sharp left the car and stood straight. The two talked briefly and enthusiastically. Mrs. Bishop leaned on the car and stared into the air. Sharp touched her hair, Mrs. Bishop moved her finger, and Sharp handed the cigarette to her hand. Mrs. Bishop took a breath, returned it to him, and walked back to the woods. Officer Sharp got into the car again and drove away.
Insert:
A simple bedside table with a tape recorder on it, and stacks of tapes on the tape recorder. The next framed photo shows the boy scout captain, commanding the team at the foot of Matterhorn.
Interior view, the captain's tent, the night
tent door is open, only one side of the mosquito screen. A steam lamp hung on a beam flickered, and someone in the distance was practicing trumpeting. The captain was sitting on the camp bed in his pajamas. He smoked a cigarette, sipped a glass of brandy, and began to speak to the tape recorder —
Captain: Captain's log. September 2. The first day in search of Sam Shakowski. Morale is very low, I think, part of the reason is that Sam is not very popular in the team, unfortunately, too few people like him. I am very worried, and I am also very confused. Please God bless us to find him tomorrow. Please God bless him not to fall off a cliff or drown in that hapless lake or whatever. A terrible day at Camp Ivanhoy, let us hope that tomorrow will be better. In fact, I plan to pray once.
The captain pressed the stop button, knelt down on the spot, closed his eyes, folded his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth.
Location, Boy Scout camp, the night
captain closed the tent door and the lights went out. The crickets, the bats fly, and the curly hounds are picking up a pile of garbage very seriously.
Location, stream,
morning the next day. A rapid stream flows down the gully and into the forest. The boy in the snapshot appeared in a small boat with a hand-painted Native American tribal emblem. The boat was heavily overloaded, with suitcases, bags, and blankets. The air rifle was inserted in the loop on the shoulder. Wearing his raccoon hat. He still had a pipe in his mouth. The strap-like thing that straddles the chest is embroidered with small patterns. A women's enamel brooch was pinned to his shirt. It was actually a black scorpion studded with gems. He whistled softly, passing under the fallen tree trunk, and the breeze passed by. He is Sam.
Location, river bank,
a vortex under a willow tree in the sun. One end of the small boat is tied to the trunk, and the items have been moved ashore. The hull was covered by Sam with a camouflage net, and the bow was blocked by pine branches.
Location, Rock Gorge,
Risam, carrying a large backpack, hiked over a pass. There were pillars and iron rods for camping in the backpack, and the bottom was a roll of double bedding. Worn around my neck like a collar is a compass.
(Cut to) The
telescope lens, Sam comes out of the woods and enters an open grass, where the grass can reach Sam's chest. The breeze blew and the grass shook slightly, and he stopped to check the compass. When he looked at the pointer closely, he moved his steps from time to time, adjusting his direction. He raised his head again and stepped forward. However, he stopped suddenly.
Location, open grass, Ri
Susi put down the telescope in her hand. She stood at the end of the dirt road cut off the tall grass. She was holding a wallet in one hand and a portable record player in the other. In addition, beside her, there was a small suitcase and a small basket with her kitten in it. Sam slowly took off his david cap and strode across the grass. Susie stared at him with good eyes and stepped closer. She swallowed and spit, and her lips opened slightly. Sam walked on the dirt road. When Susie was ten steps away, he stopped.
Sam and Susie looked at each other. silence. (Note: Susie is slightly taller than Sam.)
Insert:
St. Jack’s Church Notice Booth. An advertisement printed in purple ink was pinned to the bulletin board with pushpins, and the headline was "Summer Ceremony in 1964." The following is the specific content:
Benjamin Britten (Note 1)
"Noah's Ark" performer
St. Jack Wood and New Penzance Choir
(cut to)
Dusk has passed. A brick church on the cliff overlooks the bay, where ivy and wisteria grow luxuriantly. The fence surrounding the church is made of cement and wrought iron. The sound of organ playing came from the church.
Subtitle: One year ago, the
interior
scene , the Anglican Church, the night performance is in progress. The setting is a big ship, set on the platform behind the altar. The two teenagers squatted on the two wings of the stage, pulling the narrow blue strips, making them fly up and down. (This is simulating water waves.) The rest of the room is dim, with a long candle sticking along the side corridor, light and shadow flickering. The beams of the roof are decorated with garlands. The spectators have filled up the benches, and the folding chairs on the side corridor are also full. People without seats sit or stand on the stairs and platforms leading to the altar, and even the corners and corners that are usually inaccessible are shaking. The brass band lined up around the organ, waiting for the prompt to start playing.
Boy scouts and captains in khaki uniforms occupy the back of the room. On the side near the exit, sitting another group of young children's army members with slightly different uniform colors. Sam sat in the side seat, he seemed uninterested in the performance.
On the stage, a baritone sang like a foretaste. He was like a quarterback on a football field, wearing a robe and a fake beard. The cymbals sounded, and Sam got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and tiptoed towards the side door. At the other end of the bench, a small, 45-year-old man in the same uniform looked at Sam and frowned slightly.
(Cut to)
Sam quietly enters the hall, gently closing the door behind him, and the sound of the music that has just poured into the front hall mumbles. He turned his head and put on a yellow hat with the emblem of the children's army on the visor. Children dressed up as animals are gathered here, waiting in lines nervously. They whispered and moved. A tall woman held the doorknob and peeked in through a small hole in the door leaf. She is Mrs. Lynn. She didn't look back, just snapped her fingers suddenly. The children were silent at once.
Mrs. Lynn opened the front door. Music sounded again. The first twenty children began to sing. They entered the main hall of the church in groups of two. Mrs. Lynn closed the front door, and another group of children came behind her.
Sam walked slowly past the otters, monkeys, squirrels, and skunks, checking their costumes, and occasionally touching the antlers, fangs, and canine teeth. No one paid attention to him. At the spring, he took a sip of water, pinched a mint from the bowl, and put it in his mouth. He saw a double-opening swing door and walked straight in.
Interior, dressing room, Ye
Sam walked down the dark corridor. Whispers whispering. He probed the corner. A stack of holy robes and vestments blocked his way. But he didn't stop, but squeezed in through the gap and looked in.
Five girls around the age of 11, wearing black tights, are sitting on a bench with a mirror rimmed with light bulbs in front of them. They talked softly while touching up their makeup. They all have wings on their arms and beaks on their heads. Susie sat among the children in black feathers. Sam stared at her. Gently, he entered the room. Susie saw him in the mirror. The other girls also turned around quickly, shrinking instinctively.
Sam took off his hat, took another step inside, and glanced at the other girls, but he said to Susie ---
Sam: What kind of bird are you pretending to be?
Susie hesitated. She glanced at the girl next to her, and the girl's voice seemed domineering.
Domineering girl: I'm a parrot, she's a dove, and...
Sam: No, I said, "What kind of bird are you playing?" When
he interrupted, he kept his eyes fixed on Susie.
The other girls all looked at Susie. Pause.
Susie: Crow.
She raised the beak on her forehead slightly. The other girls are already upset, but they haven't had any episodes yet. Domineering girl talks —
Domineering girl: Boys are not allowed to come here.
Sam still kept his eyes on when he answered softly.
Sam: I'm leaving now.
He pointed to Susie's hands on his legs, one of which was wrapped in a bandage.
Sam: What's wrong with your hands?
Susie (pause): He hurt by hitting the mirror.
Sam (surprised): Really? how could be?
Susie (shrugs): I lost my temper.
Sam was very interested in this answer, and the other girls looked confused. Susie tucked the hair back on her face and looked at Sam anxiously.
Susie: What is your name?
Sam: Sam. How about you?
Susie: My name is Susie.
Sam nodded, his eyes still on Susie's face. Susie bit her fingernail, and the domineering girl rolled her eyes.
Domineering girl: It's impolite to look at people this way.
Sam raised his hand to silence the bossy girl. With the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Lynn came in.
Mrs. Lynn: Little birds! Ready?
After a while, Mrs. Lynn was taken aback, because she noticed Sam.
Mrs. Lynn: Who are you? Where did it come from? Go back to your seat.
Sam dabbled. Spit the mint into a spittoon, skip the pile of clothes and leave. When the other girls filed out, the skinny girl dressed as an owl watched Susie and whispered in her ear——
skinny girl: He likes you.
Outside view, the church courtyard, the night
scout team came out from one side of the church, and from the other side were the children in animal costumes. They jumped between the cross and the tombstone. Sam stopped suddenly, and he and the thin girl walked face to face. She whispered a few words, pointed behind her, and stuffed a ball of paper into Sam's hand.
Interior view, school bus,
a car crowded with Boy Scouts at night . Sam sat alone in the back row. He looked at the void in a trance.
(Cut to)
Susie stood on the base with bearings and "flyed" onto the stage. She raised her hands and stretched her wings, surrounded by singing animals. The music started loudly.
(Cut to)
Sam looks down at the ball of paper in his hand.
Insert:
a printed mailing address of pink
color letterhead, wrote the above words in red felt-tip pen hastily, to see that this girl is a font:
write to me.
(Cut to)
Now. Sam and Susie face each other on the open grass. Sam said cautiously ---
Sam: Is anyone following you?
Susie (looks around): There shouldn't be.
Sam: That's good.
Sam frowned and glanced sideways.
Sam: Do you still bring a kitten?
Susie nodded. Sam smiled. Susie smiled. Sam pulled out a folded map from his trouser pocket and motioned for Susie to move forward.
Sam: Can you read the map?
Susie: Hmm.
Sam: I did some homework on the map.
Sam pointed to a cloth badge on his sash, which was embroidered with a protractor. He unfolded the map.
Sam: I think we can walk half the way today, and the other half tomorrow, because you don't have enough hiking experience and you are still wearing Sunday school shoes.
Susie: Okay.
Sam (pointing to the map): This is where we are now. I plan to camp here by one thousand six hundred (meaning 4 o'clock). How about it?
Susie: Very good.
Sam: Would you like some beef jerky?
Susie: Okay.
Sam tore a piece of dried meat in half and gave half to Susie. She tried to start chewing. Sam nodded.
Sam: Let's go.
Montage:
Sam and Susie walked down the hillside together, across a field, chewing dried meat and walking on the forest path, smiling always at the corners of their mouths.
Sam: Are you thirsty?
Susie: Not thirsty.
Sam: Yes, if you have a dry throat, you can find a stone in your mouth, and you can moisten your throat with saliva as long as you have a dry throat.
Sam showed Susie his raccoon fur hat, which was lined with green and yellow plants.
Sam: Sometimes I stuff some leaves into my hat, it can calm your mind.
Susie: Good idea. If you don't wear a leather hat, it also helps to calm your head.
Sam (hesitating for a moment): Really, but wearing a hat can help disguise.
Sam stopped in a clearing, grabbed a handful of hay, and held it in his hand.
Sam: There is a native way. Throw the grass into the air and you can tell which direction the wind is blowing.
The hay thrown by him whirled in the air a few times, and then fell softly to his feet. Susie squinted at him.
Susie: Which direction?
Sam: I don't know. It doesn't matter much, as long as we cover up our whereabouts.
The place in front of Sam and Susie was covered with toadstools, and the stumps were covered with moss, ferns, poison ivy, and a cluster of purple berries. They began to distinguish, and you talked about it. Sam was suspicious.
Sam: These are probably poisonous.
Susie (looks carefully): No, this should be black berry. Try one.
Susie brushed off the dust and put a berry in her mouth. Sam also took one, then nodded.
Sam: Not bad. Anyway, this is something that can save lives.
Sam and Susie use Susie's telescope to observe a deer drinking by the stream. Susie whispered -
Susie: It knows that someone is watching it.
Sam: Agree. Do you have any basis?
Susie: I don't know. I think it can feel our presence.
Sam and Susie climbed over a fallen tree trunk on the water, and a snake swam over the water. Sam insisted that Susie walk away from the shore.
Sam: You seem to smell like perfume.
Susie: It's my mother's.
Sam picked up two pebbles, he and Susie each put one in their mouths. The stone creaked between the teeth.
Sam: I also bring water.
Sam and Susie watched a green worm squirming in the air, with a silk thread still dragging in their mouths. They watched with their eyes wide open, and Susie pinched the thread a few inches above the bug and twisted it around. Sam shrugged.
Sam: Should we catch it?
Susie (thinking): What is it for?
Sam: Bait for fishing. We need worms.
Susie (snarling): No.
Pause. The worm twisted its body slightly. Sam nodded.
Sam: You are right, we let it go. We can find licorice root.
Exterior, lakeside, day
Next to a piece of open water, a small tent stood. Sam and Susie’s boxes, bags, and boxes were placed in sequence. There were more than one tribal emblem on the tent. The kitten is sleeping. Sam took out the camouflage net from the boat and asked solemnly ---
Sam: How are your swimming skills?
Susie: Pretty good. I broke the school's backstroke record.
Sam (somewhat surprised): Oh, that's good, my swimming skills are not very good, so I have to wear a life jacket. Anyway, it's not wrong to be careful, this is correct.
Susie: Okay.
Sam and Susie put on vests tied with cork strips.
Insertion:
A fishing line underwater with a section of bright red licorice root hanging from the hook.
(Cut to)
Sam and Susie are in the middle of the water. Susie was sitting on the bow of the boat fishing with a fishing rod, and Sam reached out of the boat and stirred the water.
Sam: Beware of turtles, if you put your finger in its mouth and bite it, don't let it go. See if I can catch this guy.
Sam plunged a cover net into the water, copied it up, and copied a small turtle. He squeezed it out, there were red and yellow markings on the carapace, and there was slight damage on the shell. Someone wrote "Albert" on the side of the carapace with a magic pen (note 2). Sam said at a loss ---
Sam: Someone wrote something on it.
The fishing rod in Susie's hand shook suddenly. She yelled ---
Susie: The stick moved!
Sam (surprised): You caught it!
He stood up suddenly, holding the turtle in both hands, and threw it into the air by inertia. The turtle crossed the ship's rail and fell into the water with a thud. Sam announced loudly ---
Sam: The fish is on the bait! (To Susie) Take the line! slowly.
The boat shook violently. Susie sternly stopped.
Susie: Sit down!
Sam sat back. Susie took the line carefully. Sam encouraged softly.
Sam: You did a great job.
Sam pointed to a cloth badge on his shoulder strap. It is embroidered with a fishing rod and a fishing reel box.
Sam: This is from fishing.
Outside scene, by the lake, at dusk,
Sam rubbed his shoelaces and wooden sticks to make a fire. A bonfire was lit, surrounded by rocks, and a frying pan was set up on the fire. He cooked two fish with a big red sausage. He sprinkled a pinch of salt, added a little pepper, and turned the frying pan to turn the fish over. He cut off a piece of fish with a spatula and handed it to Susie, who was sitting on the log next to it. The latter took a sip, with a look of surprise on his face, and nodded vigorously.
Susie: It's delicious. You are good at camping, aren't you?
Sam (straight up): I am a boy scout. You need to be trained in this area.
Sam pointed to a cloth badge on his shoulder strap, embroidered with fried eggs and ham.
Sam: Anyway, I am used to it.
Sam put the fish in two tin foil plates. When the two were eating fish with a folding knife, he kept talking.
Sam: You can feed your cat with internal organs and fish eyes.
He pointed to a pile of bloody organs and bones in the newspaper. Susie frowned.
Susie: Well, but he only eats cat food.
Susie pointed to a paper box. Sam looked inside, and it was filled with ten cans of cat food. Sam raised his eyebrows.
Sam: What else did you bring? Let's check the inventory.
Susie: OK.
Sam opened a small spiral core loose-leaf book.
Sam: Come on.
Susie opened the cover of the portable record player and showed it like a salesman.
Susie: This is my turntable, which uses batteries. It was actually my brother Lionel, and I left him a note. Do you like music?
Sam nodded and wrote a few words in the notebook. Susie opened her wallet, which contained three records, and took out a French singer's record from it.
Susie: This is my favorite record, a birthday gift from my godmother. She lives in France.
Sam nodded and made another note. Susie opened her suitcase, and several hardcover fantasy novels were piled up to the edge of the suitcase. There are other things (including clothes) inside.
Susie: These are my books. I like magical stories, no matter which kingdom they take place on the earth or other planets. There is also time travel, as long as the story can be told convincingly. Usually, I prefer heroines, but this is not always the case. I couldn't bring them all because that would be too heavy. Which one do you want to see, you can borrow it.
Sam nodded, taking another stroke. Susie showed a few more items.
Susie: I also brought my left-handed scissors, because I am a left-handed, my toothbrush, a few rubber bands, spare batteries, and, you know, a telescope. I forgot to bring my comb.
Sam glanced at the items he had recorded and scratched his scalp.
Sam: That's it? No picnic utensils? No flashlight? No kettle? No waterproof matches? Did you not pack according to the list I listed in the last letter?
Susie (frowning): I thought it was all you wanted to bring. Besides, I don't have a kettle.
After a short pause, Sam shrugged and smiled.
Sam: No problem. We can share resources.
Sam picked up a book called "The Girl From Jupiter". The cover was a young alien princess with a few bright tears rolling down his cheeks. Sam glanced at the other books in the box, a little confused on his face.
Sam: These are all from the library. In my school, you can only borrow one book at a time. Here are a few books that are about to expire.
Sam hesitated for a moment, he suddenly realized something, and asked bluntly ---
Sam: Did you steal it?
silence. Susie nodded reluctantly, and Sam was puzzled.
Sam: Why? You are not poor either.
Susie stared at the books, flicking away the dust that didn't exist on them, stacking them one by one. Finally, she finally spoke.
Susie: One day, I will return some of them. I haven't decided yet, I know it's not good, I think I just want to keep them secret for a while. Anyway, for some reason, sometimes doing this makes me feel better.
Sam thought for a moment, put his fist on his chin, and asked seriously -
Sam: Are you depressed?
Susie chewed on her nails and shrugged.
Sam: What's the situation?
pause. Susie said philosophically ---
Susie: If you want to know, I can give you an example --- but this may not make me feel better. I found this on my refrigerator.
Susie looked into the wallet, flipped it a few times, and pulled out a booklet.
Insert:
The cover of the booklet, on the screen is a broken cup, a line of text: "How to treat very difficult children".
Sam frowned, his eyes wide open.
Sam: Does this mean you?
Susie nodded. Sam burst into laughter.
Susie: It's not funny.
Sam: Yes to me.
Sam patted his knee and shook his head again and again. pause. Susie poured the fish into the fire, and the plate was thrown out, like throwing a dart on a tree trunk. The plate banged against something. She stood up and said coldly ---
Susie: You really know how to be a friend.
Susie walked away. After she walked to the bushes, she sat on a rock and began to cry. Sam panicked too, but he was still puzzled and froze there. He got up slowly, tentatively approached the bush, looked around behind the bush, and took two steps forward to stand beside Susie. He took off the scarf from his neck, squatted down, and handed it out.
Sam: Sorry.
Susie looked at Sam, hesitated, and took the scarf.
Susie: It's all right.
Sam: You and I are the same.
Susie: I know.
Susie wiped away her tears, unfolded her scarf, and looked at the pattern on it. It was an Indian warrior straddling a galloping horse, shooting arrows with a bow. Sam refers to those books-
Sam: Which one is the best?
(Cut to)
dusk. Sam, lying on his back on a bedding, held his pipe in his mouth, while Susie sat cross-legged on the side. She read aloud a book whose title was "The Adventures of Francine". On the cover, a huge black panther with a bloody sword followed behind a little girl in a nightgown.
Susie: His eyes are drooping, his kingdom is ruined, and his claws are laid down heavily, stepping into the shallow water, causing ripples to the stone ground. "My subjects used to move forward under the guidance of a great and noble beast-I can no longer see his face on this mirror-like water surface."
Susie looked at Sam. He fell asleep. She took the pipe from his mouth, knocked the ashes into the fire, and pulled a blanket over him. She continued to read ---
Susie: At this moment, on the Plain of Tabiser, Francine was resting in peace, waiting for the cloud of war to rise again.
Interior view, Bishop's house, night
dining room. A long and wide empty table surrounded by sixteen chairs. In the corner, Lionel, Murray and Rudy squeezed in front of a folding card table. On the placemat in front of them, plates and knives were all available. Another chair was empty, and Mrs. Bishop’s humming noise came from the next room.
Mrs. Bishop (outside the painting): Susie! have dinner! I won't say it again!
pause. Mrs. Bishop came in with a steaming pot of casserole dishes (note 3). She wears heat-resistant gloves in one hand and a loudspeaker in the other. She put the dishes on the table and looked out the window. Through the trees behind the house, two car lights can be seen flashing. Mrs. Bishop glanced at her watch and asked sharply ---
Mrs. Bishop: Where is your sister?
Lionel: I don't know, but she borrowed my turntable without permission. It will take ten days.
Mrs. Bishop (confused): What do you mean?
Lionel held up a folded pink letterhead. Mrs. Bishop snatched it from him and spread it out.
Insert: On
pink letterhead is a short message written by a little girl with a red thick felt pen. The content reads:
Dear Lionel: I need to borrow your turntable. Returned within ten days. Don't tell mom (or daddy). I will replace it with a new battery when I return it. Susie
Bishop Mrs. Bishop frowned. She hurriedly left the room, and the muffled voice sounded again ---
Mrs. Bishop (outside the picture): Walter! Where did you die?
There was a loud bang from the building, and Mr. Bishop’s voice came from outside the painting ---
Mr. Bishop (outside the painting): Right here! Why are you cursing me?
(Cut to)
Outside the house. Mr. Bishop's head poked out from the window upstairs. Mrs. Bishop appeared downstairs. She shouted through the loudspeaker —
Mrs. Bishop: Don’t you care if your girl ran away from home?
Mr. Bishop (pause): This problem is too big.
Mrs. Bishop waved the note with her free hand.
Mrs. Bishop: Come down and take a look at this.
In the woods behind the house, the intercom clicked and rattled. The Bishops quickly walked in the direction of the sound. Mrs. Bishop looked around like a torch. Becky's voice came from a small horn, intermittently and harshly.
Becky (outside the picture): The boy army captain has confirmed that their search has failed. They returned to camp... After
a rustle, the sound of the car door rang. Immediately, the intercom went silent. Mr. Bishop frowned and shouted ---
Mr. Bishop: Who is there?
Officer Sharp slowly emerged from the darkness, pulled out a foot from the low thorny bush, and untied the sudo that was entwining his ankle. With a slightly awkward smile, he said ---
Officer Sharp: Good evening. Sorry to bother you. I just...
Mr. Bishop (annoyed): What are you doing here? No one called the police.
Officer Sharp: I know, I was just about to say this. The search operation is not over yet. In other words...
Mrs. Bishop: Susie is gone! Go find her.
Officer Sharp (hesitatingly): Okay. Where is she going...
Mr. Bishop: Wait for me.
He quickly ran back into the room, leaving Officer Sharp and Mrs. Bishop exchanged suspicious glances.
Interior scene, police car, night
police officer Sharp driving, let the spotlight shine on the dark places forward, backward, left and right. The projected lampposts become shorter and longer as the road undulates. Mr. Bishop in the passenger seat bowed forward and said to
himself—— Mr. Bishop: How can we help her? There are too many troubles for her, and they are getting more and more serious.
Mr. Bishop looked at Officer Sharp with a strange expression. He asked ---
Mr. Bishop: Who is to blame for this?
Officer Sharp (hesitatingly): I don't know, but there is a record: Ninety-five percent of people who run away will go home within six hours. This will not make you feel better right away, it is just a statistic - but, according to me, nine out of ten, at this moment, Susie is playing checkers in the boudoir of some good friend of hers. .
Mr. Bishop: She has no friends.
Officer Sharp (silent for a while): Does Laura count?
Mr. Bishop (angrily): Who is Laura?
Officer Sharp: I mean, Mrs. Bishop.
Mr. Bishop: I didn't understand it just now.
Officer Sharp: Is she anxious?
Whether it was disdain or disgust, Mr. Bishop did not speak, waved his hand, and shook his head. silence. Officer Sharp fiddled with wires, switches, and the like.
Officer Sharp: I have to fix the spotlight.
Location, Bishop's house, night
Officer Sharp and Mr. Bishop drove to the door and stopped. The two people who got out of the car were downcast. The screen door slammed open from inside, and Mrs. Bishop walked down the steps with a shoebox in her hand. She was out of breath when she spoke, almost yelling ---
Mrs. Bishop: She has a pen pal! Very intimate kind! This is arranged by them together!
Officer Sharp picked up an envelope and read it carefully. He said to himself---
Officer Sharp: Sam Shakowski. This is the boy army member we are looking for. His family members are dead.
Mr. Bishop, who grabbed a pile of letters and flipped through it, stopped suddenly, his face in panic.
Mr. Bishop: Jesus! See what this is?
Insertion:
A small picture painted on colored art paper, showing a naked girl walking towards the bathtub with a flower in her hair.
Mrs. Bishop explained loudly -
Mrs. Bishop: He painted watercolors! Most of them are landscapes, but there are also some nude paintings!
Lionel, Murray and Rudy looked out from a window downstairs. Lionel took a sip of the melted ice cream in the bowl. Mr. Bishop stared at the painting. He raised his hair in disbelief and asked, squinting at the painting as he asked.
Mr. Bishop: She is a model for others?
Officer Sharp and Mrs. Bishop’s eyes were clearly looking at Mr. Bishop, but from their eyes, they saw nothing. Officer Sharp said quietly ---
Officer Sharp: What did he say?
Montage:
The communication process between Sam and Susie.
Sam, wearing a greasy overalls, was leaning over to write a letter on the workbench in the repair shop, and six half-and-a-half boys were disassembling a carburetor behind him. They are all his unrelated brothers. The voice-over of Sam's reading of the letter-
Sam (off-picture): Dear Susie, you have an excellent voice. You are the strangest person I have ever seen. I enclose...
Susie wrote a letter on a small table in the stairwell upstairs, and Lionel and Murray played a duet on a red piano behind her. (Rudy is responsible for turning over the score.) Susie's voice-over of reading the letter ---
Susie (off-picture): Dear Sam, thank you very much. Just because I yelled at Mrs. Lynn, I have been regarded as wicked and wicked. Since then, I can only be regarded as an outlier, but...
Sam cleaned the empty aisle of the auto repair shop, putting the smaller empty cans into a big iron bucket. Mr. Billingsley was watching TV with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. He pointed to the crumpled wrapping paper on the ground, and Sam picked it up.
Sam (outside the painting): Dear Susie, I am sorry that your brothers are so selfish. Maybe they should grow up for a while to mature. People sometimes do things for no reason...
Susie is reading a book called "The Disappearance of Sixth Grade." On the cover is a teacher, floating in front of her classmates. Several watercolors have been pasted on the wall behind her. Most of them are landscape paintings of small towns. There is a picture of a swimming girl in a bikini.
Susie (outside the painting): Dear Sam, you are an amazing painter, especially the one with trees and telephone poles. That girl in the water must be me, right? My favorite color is...
Sam in pajamas stands on his own, staring blankly at the kennel by the swing, the kennel is burning. A dachshund was sitting beside him, watching. Mrs. Billingsley ran out of the room carrying a fire extinguisher.
Sam (outside the picture): Dear Susie, I caused a fire accident while sleepwalking. I was unaware of it, but my adoptive parents thought I was lying. Unfortunately, this is...
Susie stood in the kitchen, looking out through the window pane with a hole in the middle. Mrs. Bishop was beside her, her hair hanging over the sink. The mother and daughter carefully picked broken glass from the pool.
Susie (outside the painting): Dear Sam, I'm in trouble again because I smashed a window with a rock. There is still broken glass in my mother's hair now. and……
Among the six unrelated brothers, five stood on the sidelines and watched the sixth brother hit Sam against the wall, and then rode on him, pressing his arm on the floor, while Sam struggled desperately.
Sam (outside the picture): Dear Susie, I have been trying very hard to make friends, but I found that people don't like my personality. In fact, I also understand why they would...
All the classmates in the sixth grade classroom stared in horror, watching Su Xi choke a classmate by the neck. As Susie's strength increased, the hands and feet of the pinched were violent and hideous.
Susie (outside the picture): Dear Sam, I'm going to be suspended because I had a fight with Molly. She said that my brain is not sound. Our principal can't get through with me. Why... In the
basement, Sam is doing sit-ups on a hard cushion next to the bed, counting in low voices as he does it. On the wall above him is a small black-and-white photo taken at a wedding by a man and a woman.
Sam (outside the picture): Dear Susie, I understand, your parents hurt your feelings, but they still love you. This is more important. If they...
Susie stood at the door and yelled at the whole family. The parents and younger brothers who were sitting around the dining table had knives and forks in their hands and looked at her impatiently.
Susie (outside the picture): Dear Sam, my confirmation is that you should think about their faces every day, even if it makes you sad. It's really a pity that they didn't leave you with more photos. Can you...
Sam hides in the bed, illuminating his letter paper with a Boy Scout flashlight.
Sam (outside the picture): Dear Susie, this is my plan.
Susie wrote a letter on her bed with a quilt on her head and a floor lamp with a telescopic arm next to her.
Susie (outside the picture): Dear Sam, my answer is yes.
Insert:
A piece of yellow wide-grained paper with a few words scribbled by the boy with a pencil —
Sam (outside the picture): Dear Susie, when?
Insert:
A piece of pink letterhead, on which a line of words written with a red thick felt pen can be seen as the little girl's pen body ———
Susie (outside the painting): Dear Sam, where?
(Cut to)
Susie bowed in the dark, crouching in front of a high window, beside a shoe box containing letters. The outdoor moonlight was shining, and the woods not far away were dark.
Sam (outside the picture): I walked four hundred feet on the dirt road directly north of your house. There should be no name for that place. Turn right and go to the end.
Susie raised the binoculars to her eyes.
Sam (outside the picture): I will meet you on that grass.
Location, open grass,
morning after day . At the end of the dirt road, where the tall grass was cut, is where Susie and Sam met yesterday. Police Officer Sharp, Boy Army Captain, Mrs. Bishop, and Becky were divided into two to talk. Gage and Scotak pulled up the ribbon between the nailed stakes to isolate the warning zone. "Sleepworm" led the Curly Hound, and the other team members searched the field and lined up.
Officer Sharp’s police car and Redford’s motorcycle were parked on the dirt road.
Mr. Bishop stood alone, poking the ground with a stick. His eyes were black and blue, and half of his face was still red and swollen. The captain asked Becky quietly ---
Captain: What happened to him?
Becky: Not so clear. I think he went out to find someone at night.
Mr. Bishop was still staring at the ground and said loudly ---
Mr. Bishop: She stole the battery from my flashlight.
The captain glanced at Becky and made a face. Becky raised his eyebrows. Mrs. Bishop stood beside Officer Sharp, they were a little further away from the others. The police officer whispered quietly, almost hard to hear---
Officer Sharp: I think he came for both of us.
Mrs. Bishop (without thinking): Yes, of course.
Officer Sharp's expression was both surprised and wary. He whispered again ---
Officer Sharp: Yes, of course?
Mrs. Bishop: Yes, of course.
Officer Sharp (incomprehensibly): Then why didn't we notice it?
Mrs. Bishop: I am aware of it.
Officer Sharp (surprised): Oh, I don't know at all. Anyway, I thought it was me who made a mistake. You hit him?
Mrs. Bishop: No, he fell into the ditch.
Nickelby leaned out from the tall grass and threw an empty cat food can into the air. He exclaimed excitedly—
Nickelby: Cat food! I think this is a clue.
Everyone hurriedly gathered around Nikkorby. Mr. Bishop snatched the tin box from Nickelby and took a closer look. He said categorically---
Mr. Bishop: It's hers.
Mr. Bishop threw the tin box behind him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked away. Nickelby chased after him and picked up the discarded can. Mr. Bishop continued to walk down the slope. The captain looked at Mr. Bishop and asked Mrs. Bishop anxiously ---
Captain: Where is he going?
Mrs. Bishop: I don't know.
Mrs. Bishop followed Mr. Bishop, Officer Sharp turned to the others and said angrily ---
Officer Sharp: Okay. We know that they are together. We know they are within a few miles. I will report the case to the county now, waiting for support.
Officer Sharp pointed at the Boy Scouts while looking at the captain, and divided them into several groups.
Officer Sharp: I ordered this little guy, the thin one, and the curly-haired one, to come with me into the police car. Randy, you too, take the others along the river and walk separately. Becky, you call Jade and tell him to fly low around this end of the island.
(Cut to) The
binoculars lens, a seaplane gradually appears, and it turns abruptly. The binoculars tilted downward. In the distance below, Officer Sharp’s police car bumped on the dirt road in the forest. The telescope lens swayed sharply, and the captain's motorboat stopped on the other side of the river. Two small figures of boy scouts ripped apart the camouflage net that hides the boat.
Location, cliff top, daytime
Susie was watching through her binoculars, and Sam was crawling beside her. They hid behind a pile of rocks. Susie said ominously ---
Susie: They found the boat.
Sam (mad at myself): How angry! I should have covered more pine branches. let's go. It's almost here.
Sam picked up his rucksack and hung his air gun from his arm. Susie picked up her box, and the kitten lay on her shoulders. The two of them walked down a narrow path through the bushes and down the mountain. They appeared on a small open area.
Sam and Susie stopped.
DeLuca, Nikkorby, Bonagel, Izod, and "Sleepy" stood in front of them, standing in a row by the woods. DeLuca brandished his hunting knife, Nikkorby,
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