"Mr. Yell" movie script
Text/[France] Pa Le Conte
Translation/Yao Shiquan
Opening titles, accompanied by heavy percussions. At the same time, the sound of footsteps, rustling, and birds chirping are intertwined...Music rises.
Outskirts·Exterior·Daytime
The body of a young girl lay in the bushes. The pale light made her complexion paler. The repetitive sound of the camera shutter.
Pierette's room, interior view, daytime
A thin, blond man who was about forty years old and looked like an older child stared at the corpse. He was wearing a dark tweed coat, revealing the light blue wool pullover inside, lined with a yellow shirt. In the film, he is always dressed like this. He glanced at someone off the screen, and seemed to nod slightly reluctantly. This is the inspector. A white sheet used to cover the corpse swept across the screen, blocking his face.
The inspector sat sideways in the foreground, inadvertently fiddling with the deceased's jewelry. The dimly lit rooms are dominated by warm colors such as orange, yellow, and brown. There are many paintings on the walls, and all kinds of small furnishings are placed on the furniture. There is an old-fashioned wooden bed in the background.
Inspector (inner monologue): Pierette died on her 22nd birthday... People would say that people of this age shouldn't die. It seems that the age of death is also different! (Puts down the bracelet and looks at the beautiful perfume bottles in front of him) Who would do it? No one, as usual! (The photos inlaid in a few wooden frames on the small dressing table are a remembrance of the good times in her life) She may have shouted and struggled, she shouldn't do this! The man was scared, and did not intend to kill her. She died carelessly. How can one lose his mind like this for the hundreds of francs hidden in his handbag? (The long and thin face is reflected in the mirror. He stares at a black and white photo in the frame: Pierette is smiling radiantly with his hair loose) One day, he will find this murderer who did not intentionally kill...(He Pick up the photo and stare intently with a melancholy expression) But no one can ever hold this girl in his arms again! (He puts the photo in his pocket and turns away)
Morgue·Interior·Daytime
Pierette crossed his hands, his nails were painted with light rose-colored pearl oil, and he wore a small ring on one finger. The inspector held the girl's hand sternly.
The girl was lying on the table where the corpses was parked, with a piece of cloth covering her armpits, covering her naked body. The blue and white light is dazzlingly intense. The inspector took out a small camera from his pocket and captured this beautiful, bloodless face.
Mr. Yier's residence, interior view, daytime
Through the toughened glass at the door of the building, you can see the feet of a little girl in patent leather shoes. Behind is a pair of men's feet. They are standing outside the building. Little Mary was counting, and Mr. Yiel responded to her with a very precise pronunciation and a very plain intonation.
Mary and Il: nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...
Mr. Yier's residence, exterior scene, daytime
The little girl has chestnut hair. Mr. Yiel's face was pale, his expression was stagnant, and there was an unnatural and forbidding look on his face. The hair growing around the top of his bald head was dark, as if it had been dyed. He stared at the little girl while continuing to count.
Mary and Il:...Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...
The little girl took Mr. Il's hand.
Mary and Il:...twenty-four, twenty-five... (he began to read faster than her)
There are a few bicycles in the foreground, and Mr. Yell and Mary in the background. The little girl stood facing the door, wearing a light blue pullover and a short white skirt. Mr. Yiel stood behind her with a hand on her head. His clothes are monotonous in color: a black coat, tie and gloves, a white shirt, and a black leather bag in his hand.
Mary and Il:...twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!
He let go of the child and Mary turned to face him. Mr. Ill greeted her slightly.
Il: Look, you don’t stutter now, huh?
He turned around, put on his gloves, and walked away with a stiff and confident step. The very beautiful little girl watched him, her eyes gentle, melancholy and curious.
Mr. Yier’s Workshop·Interior·Daytime
Mr. Yile leaned over to work on a sewing machine made in the 1940s and 1950s, and the rhythm of the machine echoed in the room. He is dressed in casual clothes, with only a shirt and a suit vest on his upper body, but his tie is always impeccable. A lit table lamp was next to his face. This shop is located in the pavilion between the two floors and is lower than the road surface.
His nails on both hands are neatly trimmed. He is sewing the lining of a jacket, with precise and skillful movements. At this time, someone knocked on the glass on the window. Mr. Yiel is indulged in work, with a focused expression. The knocking sounded again, and he raised his eyes in amazement and dissatisfaction.
The inspector was knocking on the window, and one of his hands was on the glass.
Mr. Yill stopped the machine.
Inspector: I have many questions for you...
Mr. Yier's shop and workshop consist of two connected rooms. The inspector was standing in front of the partition wall between the two rooms, with some clothing samples on his right, and a headless mannequin in Mr. Yi's black shirt on his left. Mr. Yiel is in another room, sitting behind the sewing machine. Behind him, a row of clothes hung.
Inspector (stroking the clothes): ...but the first thing I want to know is why people don't like you.
Il (calmly and distantly): You are right. People don't like me, but I really don't like them.
Inspector: I don't think this is a good reason. (He leaned forward to examine Mr. Yiel's room) What did you do to them that they hate you so much?
Yi Er (in a natural and cold voice): It just didn't do anything. I am not easy-going, nor friendly, and certainly not likable. When I passed by them, they stopped talking; when I passed by, the conversation continued as usual. I don't care about these. (Inspector leaning against the wall, facing Mr. Yell) I like to be quiet, I am not talkative.
Inspector: You are a weird person.
Il: I don't think so... (silence for a moment) But you see, you think the same as others.
Mr. Yile looked at the void.
Inspector: Pierette Bourrois was killed near your home. A taxi driver (the inspector looks at a photo, Mr. Yiel clenches his fists in front of his mouth)... vaguely sees the figure of a man. This person is not too tall. Wearing a black coat, he ran towards the building where you lived. (The inspector takes out the picture of Pierette from his pocket. A white light beams in through a high window with white curtains hanging next to it)...This is weird, isn't it? Forget it, do whatever you want. She used to be happy, and everyone will tell you that. Pierette is always a happy girl! She was so beautiful when she was alive!
Broadcast
Pierette's corpse lay between thorns and rocks. She clenched a fist, and there was a discarded maroon paper bag beside her. A white sheet spread out and fell gently on her body.
Inspector (voice-over): ...can you imagine what her fiancé looked like when I had to tell the news to her?
Mr. Yier’s Workshop·Interior·Daytime
Il: Yes, life is disgusting.
Inspector (smiling): No, I'm joking. She lives alone, just like you; she doesn't like company, just like you... and she never talks to anyone. This is a strange girl.
He folded the photo and put it in his pocket. Suddenly, he bent down, clutched his abdomen, and hummed in pain.
Mr. Yile was taken aback. He straightened his waist, supported the sewing machine table with both hands, and leaned forward slightly.
The inspector crouched, staring at Mr. Yire, and trying to squeeze a smile.
Mr. Yiel also looked directly at the inspector.
Il (cynicly): At your age, being an ordinary detective is not easy, right?
The inspector's eyes were puzzled and a little bit sad.
Mr. Yell's room, interior view, night
Mr. Yiel's back in a shirt and suit vest, he sat stiffly at the table with his back to the camera, eating dinner. There are a few dark wooden furniture and a tall chest of drawers in the room, which are arranged in an orderly manner. There was no light in the room, and there was silence, and occasionally there were noises from the corridor. The style of the door is very ordinary, with an old-fashioned latch. There was a violent knock on the door, and Mr. Yile raised his head. A light penetrated from the lower end of the door, and the shadows of several pairs of feet could be seen shaking. It's a group of troublesome children, they laugh at the door.
The children ran away, and the laughter became louder and louder.
There was an egg on the egg cup, and Mr. Yile ate it with a small spoon very calmly, as if in a ceremony.
Mr. Yile is eating with his head down. Suddenly a white spot illuminates a corner of the dim room. Mr. Yiel looked calm, but immediately put down his napkin and stood up. He walked to the wooden hanger, took off his black shirt and put it on.
Mr. Yier stood in front of the window, the room was not turned on, and it was shrouded in a faint blue light. He was eating yogurt while looking at the opposite building. Looking along his line of sight, it was a window illuminated by lights one level lower than him. Alice, a young woman with long blonde and light chestnut hair, wearing white briefs and bra, is standing at the dressing table and putting on makeup.
Il was expressionless but focused. He lowered his head and took a bite of cheese, but didn't look away from his female neighbor.
Alice's room
Mr. Yell's room, interior view, night
Alice’s room seen through the window: on the left is her bed, beside a corner shelf, there is a pink glass lamp on it, and some small boxes and small furnishings are placed messily around the lamp. On the right side of the window, Alice was standing in front of the dressing table, combing her long, thick, wavy hair that draped her shoulders. She turned off the light on the dressing table, picked up a yellow-green and black plaid skirt from the bed, put it on, and zipped the side waist. Only a layer of light blue light remained in the room. There is also a small square table in front of her window with a few books on the table. She put on a dark pullover and at the same time stepped on a pair of shoes without bending over.
Mr. Yiel watched intently. When he put the empty cheese jar on the small table behind him, he knocked off a glass on the table.
Mr. Yiel clasped his hands and stared at the opposite...
Alice walked the room gracefully with her long hair, she walked around the table and hid behind a wall...
Mr. Yiel's eyes followed her. He changed his position in front of the window so that he could see it more closely.
Alice's window seen from Il's point of view. The young girl picked up the small bag she had brought when she went out, turned off the lights and went out. Mr. Yile stood frozen, motionless.
Riverbank·Exterior Scene·Night
In the shadow of an arch bridge, Alice and her boyfriend Amir hugged tightly. A train passed by. Emile is a sturdy young man of short stature, and Alice put her arms around him ecstatically, her long hair gleaming in the dark.
Alice: I like this kind of hug. I think your hug is male. I like this! Would you like to have a baby with me?
Amir (didn't hear the details): What?
Alice: Would you like to have a baby with me?
Amir (indifferently): Oh, give birth to a few if you want!
An elderly man with gray beard and serious expression walked along the bank of the canal and approached the young couple.
The two young men embraced again.
They hide under the arch of the bridge, which reflects the waves. The night rambler walked up to them and coughed to show condemnation. The young couple smiled and watched him away. Alice held Emil's hand and wanted to drag him away.
Alice (passionately): Go, let's go all the way, I need air. I stayed at home all day.
Emile (cramped and hesitantly): Listen, Alice...uh...
Alice (understood his mind immediately and changed her tone): You are so mean, you could have made arrangements early!
The two walked up to the high stone steps leading to the street. The girl was a little angry and walked quickly.
Amir (holding her): You know very well. It was unnecessary for me to go, but I promised my father.
Alice: You always do this!
Amir: No, no, I even talked to him about our business! (Standing in front of her) He really wants to see you.
Alice (trying to believe him): Did you tell him about my work?
Amir: Don't be so anxious!
He raised his hand to invite a taxi, then turned to face Alice and hugged her head. She was relieved, and leaned her head on his shoulder. They hugged each other, shaking gently. The taxi's motor keeps ringing. Alien got out of his arms and walked to the taxi. Just as she opened the car door, Emile pulled her back. She held the car door with one hand, with a ring on that hand.
Amir: Wait a minute! You have to be patient! I love you, you know! (He takes out a few bills from his pocket) Take it!
Alice (refusing to accept): Don't treat me like this, Emil!
She put the money back in the pocket of Emil's shirt, then hugged him affectionately and gave him a long kiss. Finally she left him and boarded a taxi.
Amir closed the car door. Alice was sitting in the car, staring at him intently. The taxi starts.
The street lamp cast a pale blue light on the bridge, and Emil walked on the bridge. He walked to the top of the bridge, turned and walked towards his accomplice Francois. François had long hair and looked like a rascal. He was standing next to a red convertible car, waiting for Emil.
François (walks to Emile, without irritation): Hey, what did you do? (Go around the car and sit in the driver's seat)
Emil: Well, that's it!
Francois: You said it only takes five minutes!
Emil: Oh?
Mr. Yiel's room
Alice's Room·Interior View·Night
Alice's room. She returned home, took off her green coat, and wore a tightly wrapped gray skirt and a soft white shirt with a belt tied inside. She shook off her shoes without bending over, and spread her hair as she walked to the dressing table. She turned on the fluorescent lamp of the dressing table.
When the light was turned on, the camera panned from the outer wall of the building to Mr. Yier who was standing in his observation position.
Part of Mr. Yi's face was hidden in the dark, his expression stagnated and focused.
Alice was sitting at the small square table in front of the window drinking soup, she was lost in thought, looking worried.
Mr. Yile poked his head forward slightly.
Alice was lying on the bed with her shoulders naked, with a bent arm resting under her head. She was reading an illustrated book about Egypt, and she subconsciously stroked her neck with her hand. After reading a few pages, she yawned, closed the book and laid it on the ground.
Alice turned off the lights. Mr. Yiel's face was still in the half-bright and half-dark light. He stood motionless for a moment, then lowered his head very slowly.
Mr. Ile walked to the phonograph and removed the stylus of the phonograph. There was a sudden silence in the room.
Inside the corridor in front of Mr. Yier’s house, interior view, daytime
An unpretentious but very clean corridor: gray and white walls, waxed floors, and a few doors. Mr. Yier walked out of his house in a coat and bag, and closed the door immediately.
A door was half opened, and an elderly man wearing glasses appeared. He makes no secret of his prying eyes, he belongs to the list of voyeur lovers who feel at ease.
Mr. Yiel looked directly at his door, and he stood there for a moment to find out if the peeper was going to retreat. Then, without turning around, he asked questions--
Il: Do you want my picture?
The door closed.
Mr. Il walked up the stairs and walked slowly downstairs.
Mr. Yire's residence·side facing the courtyard·outdoor scene·daytime
Blocks of red brick buildings. The camera pans down a building, and through the open courtyard door, you can see the entrance of the building where Mr. Yier lives. He went down the stairs and walked towards the mailbox at the door.
The building where Mr. Yile lives·Interior view/Exterior view·Daytime
He opened the mailbox and took out the mail with his gloved hands.
He walked out of the building while reading the letter. At this moment, a lump of flour hit his shoulders and spread out, immediately staining his black coat with white spots. He stopped, not wanting to find the perpetrator of this prank, but slapped his shoulder stiffly, as if indifferent to the matter.
The female janitor of the building and another older woman gazed at the scene happily, touching the arm of another woman who was also watching.
Mr. Il was walking in the courtyard of the building group. He walked along the sidewalk towards the iron fence gate leading to the street. There was the roar of children.
Mr. Yier’s Workshop·Interior·Daytime
A few white mice with pointed mouths.
There are fourteen or five mice in the iron cage, and behind the cage is the face of Mr. Yile looking down. He observed the mouse, and then found out the situation, he couldn't help but curl his mouth. He opened the cage door, grabbed a dead mouse by the tail, and drew it in front of him. He was still wearing a black coat at this moment, but took off his gloves.
The workplace is filled with blue and white light, giving people a surreal feeling. Mr. Yile stood between the two windows and beside the lamp. In the foreground is a sewing machine and several rolls of cloth, and in the background is a mouse cage. He held the dead rat and walked into another room.
He opened a drawer full of cloth, looked for it, took out a piece of gray Scottish tweed, and closed the drawer again.
The squirrel cage is on a shelf on the wall, next to the shelf are several rolls of cloth. In the foreground are sewing machines and lights. Mr. Yiel stood in front of the workbench, the stall was blooming, and the dead rats were carefully placed on it.
He gently folded the four sides of the tweed, wrapped the dead rat, and the tweed became a strange shroud.
Mr. Yiel wrapped his bag intently, put it in his pocket, and then took off his coat. In the background, the group of rats are restless in the cage.
The mice were placed outside the cage, and they surrounded the table with heavy tailoring scissors, as if to find out.
Mr. Yiel put his hands on the table, his face close to the table, and he observed the group of mice. His eyes followed the mouse's movements curiously. His focused gaze is like a child.
The mice squeezed around the scissors, crawling on the spools and sniffing with their pointed noses. Mr. Yiel was immersed in observation.
Alice's room, interior view, daytime
Alice’s carefully makeup face was reflected in the mirror on the dressing table. She flicked her long hair back, revealing a pair of small gold earrings. There was the voice of Emil talking, and Alice remained motionless, frowning tightly.
Amir (voice-over): Alice, I have something to say to you.
Amir was naked, lying on the bed with a pillow in her arms.
Amir (pretending to be serious): I remembered this as soon as I woke up... I am coming right away and want to tell you. I think this is no small matter. (His gaze follows Alice. She comes to him, close to him, kneels down, uneasy in her heart) It's best to let you know the truth... (silence for a moment, looking at her) Uh, that's it ...Will you marry me? (Alice's tense heartstring relaxes, and her face is immediately radiant) This is true, I hope you become my wife.
Alice (gently, but not gullible): Don't bother about this, it's not necessary.
Amir (unexplainably): Why do you say this?
Alice: I just don't think you need to talk smartly to me.
Amir: Really, because you don't believe me?
Alice (putting her hand on his shoulder tenderly, very kindly): Yes, but it doesn't prevent me from loving you.
Amir (for a while): You are a weird girl!
Alice (softly): Yes, I know!
Riverbank·Exterior·Daytime
Mr. Yiel walked on an iron bridge under the cold blue light. There are various steel beams, I-beams and brackets in the back view. This is an industrial area. He stopped and heard pounding and forging sounds.
Wearing black gloves, he took out the small bag wrapped in dead rats from his pocket and threw it into the water.
He stood holding the railing for a moment, staring at the river, then turned and walked away. He was walking on the iron bridge with heavy knocks, and the peculiar and icy scenery of the industrial area set off his figure.
Mr. Yire's residence·outdoor scene·night
Mr. Yile was panting and sweating, barely reaching the doorpost of the building with his hands. He leaned his head on his hands, and there was an orange-red light all around him.
The inspector's lanky face was close to a taxi driver's round face with thick lips and moustaches, and they talked a few words through the glass of the car window.
Mr. Yiel barely recovered his normal breathing, and he turned to face the inspector. The detective made a gesture and asked him to come over.
A middle-aged couple came to the balcony and watched the scene.
The inspector leaned on the taxi and stared at Mr. Yell.
Mr. Yiel walked towards the dozen or so men in front of him. Seeing his embarrassing situation, they were sincerely relieved. Seeing all this, Il's heart was pierced, and he turned to the inspector angrily.
Inspector: Let's try again. Please start again...
Mr. Il turned and walked back, surrounded by hostile people. He is ready to start again.
When he first started rushing forward, someone stretched out his foot and tripped him.
Mr. Yile fell down and lay stiffly on the ground. He saw dense human legs and shining roads all around him. No one came to help him. He stood up by himself.
He still had an arrogant expression, dusting the dirt on his body.
The curtain of a window was lifted, and there were two people behind the window.
Mr. Yile began to run in front of everyone. He passed through the fence gate and ran to the building where he lived at the fastest speed.
The inspector tilted his head and looked at Mr. Yiel who was running fast.
Mr. Il finally ran to him.
The inspector leaned over to look at the taxi driver, who shook his head.
Mr. Yile leaned on the goalpost, panting, his cheeks flushed. He turned to the inspector...
He eased his breath again and walked towards the taxi. The inspector bent over to look at the driver, who was staring at Mr. Yell.
Inspector: Is it him?
Driver: It may be, but I am not sure, please forgive me.
Mr. Yile stood in the range of the headlights, and despite exhaustion, he won.
Il (to the inspector coldly): Then, I can go home (turned and left).
The inspector looked at him in surprise.
Mr. Yiel's room
Alice's Room·Interior View·Night
In the dimness, Il stood upright in front of the window with his back to the camera. The thunder rumbled.
Alice threw a pill in a water glass on a small bathroom table. Next to the glass was a bottle of nail polish and a tube of lipstick. The aspirin tablet dissolved and bubbles appeared. She picked up the cup and turned off the light.
Alice was wearing a smooth white petticoat and walking around the room. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by another. The girl looked at the cup, then raised her eyes, dumbfounded for a while.
Mr. Yiel's figure was hidden behind the window, motionless. His face looked extremely pale and shuddering.
Alice let out a scream, and the water glass dropped her hands. She hugged her shoulders with her hands to cover her body, and then arched back. There was silence. You can clearly hear the cracking sound of the water cup and the billowing thunder.
She hid behind the bed, then slowly raised her head, looking towards the outside through the gap between the wooden slats and the knick-knacks on the window.
On the other side of the yard, Mr. Yier, who was shrouded in thunder and lightning in the opposite window, was still standing, his wax-sculpted face melted in a faint blue light.
Alice sat on the ground leaning against the door, looking flustered. She lowered her eyelids.
Bowling Club·Interior View·Night
A ball rolled, knocking the wooden poles apart and flying away. The mechanical device automatically closes and retracts the knocked down wooden pillars.
A ball slid down the mechanical chute, and Mr. Yier, standing at the end of the chute, picked up the ball.
The inspector was also here, and he glanced back at Mr. Yiel.
Il lifted the ball and focused on aiming. He is dressed in casual clothes, only a shirt, a suit vest, and a pair of bowling shoes on his upper body.
He stepped forward and threw the ball with ease and ease. In the background, a dozen young people sat around a few small tables and watched enthusiastically.
The ball knocked down all the wooden posts.
Young man: Good!
The five boys and a girl clapped enthusiastically. The girl has brown hair and is glamorous. She is wearing a black low-neck round neck shirt and a black and yellow scarf.
Mr. Yiel looked to the right. Behind him, colorful neon lights illuminate the fairways. Facing this kind of spontaneous respect, out of politeness, he could no longer remain indifferent and squeeze a short, unnatural but contented smile.
Young man: Turn your back! Turn your back!
Mr. Yire took the ball again and walked to the fairway.
The inspector was sitting on the right side of the bar, with a glass of martini and a handful of peanuts in front of him. He turned to face the hall, waiting, listening. There is only one player on the six fairways, Mr. Yell, facing the spectators, ready to throw the ball from the opposite side between the legs according to their requirements.
Mr. Yiel leaned over and threw the ball backwards.
The two boys and the pretty girl applauded warmly.
Mr. Yi smiled slightly.
The girl looked at him and gave him a charming, kind and sincere smile. He stepped forward, took off the yellow-green scarf with black spots around the girl, and handed it back to her mysteriously.
Il: Miss, please blindfold me (she complied).
Mr. Yiel's eyes were blindfolded. He straightened up, held the ball in both hands, and walked to the fairway a little hesitantly.
Facing the fairway, Mr. Yell drew the ball in a beautiful arc with his arm, and his movements were still so dexterous and light. The young people stared at him intently.
The ball hit the wooden post and hit all of them again. For this brilliant blow, people responded with enthusiastic applause.
Mr. Yiel was quite pleased when facing the young man cheering to him, but he still restrained as usual. He bowed slightly, smiled and threw the scarf back to the girl, and walked to the left. He exchanged a few words with the audience, and then picked up his coat.
Mr. Yiel stood in front of the locker, closing his door. At this time the manager Paul, a fairly young, fat man, walked over.
Paul (give him an envelope): Take it, I'll forget it, nine nights in total. (Seeing Mr. Yile’s money in several envelopes, he is a little disturbed) Am I right?
Il (plainly): No, Paul. do not worry. I am always accustomed to ordering things in person. This is a habit.
Paul was gone, and Mr. Ill put the envelope in his jacket pocket.
The detective waited by the bar in the bowling alley. Mr. Yiel came and stood on his left. Il did not speak, the waiter put a small glass of wine on the bar. Il grinned slightly to show his gratitude, but the smile was fleeting. He drank the wine while standing. The two men stood side by side without looking at each other.
Il: Look, sir, in some places people don't hate me (they look at each other for a moment).
Inspector (turning his head): We found your case file. He was sentenced to six months' imprisonment for indecent assault. (He glances at his suspect) This will not make your problem easier to solve! Il, is this not your last name?
Il (looking at the inspector for a moment): It's really not. My surname is Ilovitz, but my father and my grandfather have changed their surnames to Il.
Inspector: Tell me, Mr. Yier (with a sly smile on his face), how long have you been looking for a woman to seek happiness (cold, both of them are serious and thoughtful)?
Park·Exterior·Daytime
A group of pigeons made a cooing sound.
A man is walking among the pigeons.
The pigeons gathered around Mr. Yell's black leather shoes for food.
Mr. Yiel still wears gloves, and his hair is trimmed neatly. He threw the grains of wheat on the pigeons.
Mr. Yier’s Workshop·Interior·Daytime
Mr. Yiel wears only a shirt and a suit vest, a tailor's tape around his neck, and a string of pins on his wrists, adjusting the hem of a rose-colored dress. We can only see the legs of the lady wearing this dress.
Mr. Yier's residence, exterior scene, daytime
Mr. Yiel walked into the iron fence gate. The bright blue facade of a nearby shop contrasts sharply with the monotonous brick red of the buildings here.
Corridor in front of Mr. Yier’s house, interior view, daytime
Mr. Yiel climbed up the steps and came into the corridor.
Alice was standing by the handrail at the turn of the stairs leading to the upper level, wearing a soft shirt and her hair in a bun. Seeing Mr. Yiel come up, she took a step back.
Il used the key to open the door.
Alice bent down, overturned a paper bag, and a few bright red and round tomatoes rolled down the stairs.
The tomatoes rolled down the stairs step by step.
Mr. Yile looked at the falling tomatoes in amazement.
Alice walked down the stairs with the tumbling tomatoes, her body wrapped tightly in a blue skirt.
Mr. Yiel stood in front of the half-open door of his house, standing still. Then he closed the door and looked at Alice who came and stood in front of him.
With a moving smile on Alice's face, she looked directly into his eyes, and then lowered her head.
Alice: I'm sorry.
He didn't say anything, he just kept staring at her. When he felt that he was a little nervous, he tried his best to look away.
Alice crouched down to pick up tomatoes from the ground, leaning her face against Il's legs. When she stretched her arms between Il's feet, her hand gently touched his leg.
Alice: Please forgive me.
He couldn't bear the contact, so he stepped back and leaned on the door, but still let his eyes rest on her...
...Alice. She knelt on the ground, leaning forward, her posture was quite provocative, and she was heart-warming. Mr. Yiel walked into the house with a grocery bag.
Behind a bunch of tomatoes, we can see Alice's bare knees.
Il couldn't look away from Alice. Although he walked into the house, he still left the door ajar.
Alice leaned forward, seeming to be busy picking up tomatoes.
Mr. Yiel closed his eyes in pain and closed the door.
Alice straightened up and smiled triumphantly. She turned and looked at Mr. Ile's door.
Mr. ill's home
Corridor in front of his house, interior view, daytime
The upset Mr. Yiel leaned back against the door. He opened his eyes, breathing quickly, and tried to calm his emotions. He leaned his head on the door.
Alice got her wish, quite satisfied.
Mr. Yiel leaned his head against the door, his eyes closed tightly. Under his feet, there is a forgotten tomato, forming a brightly colored spot on the ground.
Alice's room, interior view, daytime
Alice, who was still wearing that short top, hugged Emil who was kneeling in front of her, and he put his head on her chest. Wenmir unbuttoned her shirt and stroked her belly. Alice was lying on the bed, and Emile opened her clothes a little more. The girl put her arms behind her head and looked at her young boyfriend.
In the opposite window, Mr. Yiel stood behind the window, his face pale, like a statue. The shadow of the building is reflected on the window glass.
Alice, who was lying on the bed, looked over Emile's shoulders, who was kissing her neck, and stared at Mr. Yiel.
Mr. Yiel's face turned pale, and he stepped back step by step. Only the shadow of the building is reflected on the glass.
Massage parlour·Interior view
Mr. Yiel was topless, and the heavy steam made him sweat profusely. He talked to himself loudly.
Il: How old is she... seventy, eighty...
Mona (soft voice): Come on...
Il (continuing his monologue): She has always lived in this place. Everyone likes this little old lady. The only thing she has to do is to feed the pigeons... (he lowers his head) Feed the pigeons...
Mona: Come, come here!
Il (turning to her, shouting roughly): Shut up!
In this damp blue room, Il's skin looked very white. He looked directly at the pool in front of him, and the water jumped on the roof.
Il: Throughout the day, she moved from park to park, sprinkling grains of wheat in handfuls. The gatekeepers of the park knew her and greeted her with a friendly attitude. A photographer even asked for a postcard for her, which showed her standing among the pigeons. Of course, she agreed. (He smiles slightly) She is a celebrity in terms of what she does. (Mona, a beautiful mixed-race girl with hazel skin, walks up to his back topless...Her thick black hair is braided back. She strokes Il's shoulders, chest and arms. He has nothing to do. No reaction, only indulged in the story I told) One day, I don't know how people discovered it, maybe through her suicide note, people knew that, in fact, the wheat she fed was poisoned. Over the years, she smiled and poisoned thousands of pigeons. (He smiles bitterly) It's hard for people in this area to believe that such a thing should happen. She seemed so amiable.
Mona (Tenderly): Come on, you're going to be cold.
Il (getting away): No, I don't want to.
Mona (tolerantly): Would you like me to find another girl (Mr. Il's face shows a painful look)?
Both Il and Mona had a towel around their waists, and they were bathing in the humid air of the sauna. Il didn't move, putting his hands on his knees. Mona rubbed him gently with her body while stroking his arm.
Mona: Would you like Rosa to see your code?
Il stood up, pushed her to the wall with a sudden force, and then pressed her against the wall.
Il: No. No Rosa, no Yasmina, no one. Can't you understand French? (Press it against the wall and yell) I don't want to sleep with you anymore, you are just tools, so don't bother me.
He was exhausted physically and mentally, and leaned his forehead on the girl's shoulder again, and she didn't avoid it.
Mr. Yiel's room
Alice's Room·Interior View·Night
Alice's window seen from Mr. Ele's house. She was sitting on the bed in a bathrobe, with one leg bent under the other. Mr. Yiel stood in front of his own window with his back to the camera.
Alice had bare legs, holding a yellow apple in one hand, and was writing something. On the table in front of her, there were a few books, a few sheets of paper, a teapot and two teacups, one of which was bright blue. Her two legs crossed and separated from time to time.
On the bedside shelf, in addition to some odds and ends, there is also a lit table lamp and a mirror. Alice put the bitten apple in front of the mirror.
The faces of Apple and Alice were reflected in the mirror. When the girl's face disappeared from the mirror, the unclear face of Mr. Yell, who was standing behind her window, appeared on the screen.
Mr. Yiel looked at Alice, she was still writing.
Mr. Ile lowered his head in frustration and closed his eyes. He took a step back, almost disappearing in the darkness that enveloped him in the room. All I heard was the rubbing of the stylus tirelessly on the record.
Mr. Yiel's room
Corridor, interior view, daytime
Mr. Yiel squatted on the ground in a shirt and suit vest, and five pairs of identical black leather shoes were placed in a semicircle in front of him. He is shining shoes with a shoe brush in one hand and blue gloves for housework in the other. This is his kitchen. The floor is covered with square tiles. There are several pieces of practical white furniture in the room. It can be said to be spotlessly clean. Light came in through a steel window behind him. Hearing someone knocking on the door lightly, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and slowly put down the shoes and brush in his hand.
He walked towards the door silently. On the left side of the door is a bookshelf with books; on the right there is a tall chest of drawers with several decorations and a table lamp. He stopped.
Mr. Yiel controlled the rhythm of his breathing and pressed his ear to the door anxiously.
In the corridor outside the door, Alice also put her head close to the door. She was wearing a loose black roll-neck pullover with a red pattern and her hair combed back. She knocked on the door a few times, then put her ear to the door and listened.
Mr. Yire didn't respond, and he was equally nervous and focused.
Alice in a red pleated skirt and black stockings pressed her body against the door. Without hearing the answer, she turned and walked away. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned back, looked at the tightly closed door, and then walked down the stairs.
Skating Rink·Interior View·Daytime
Alice stood between the two skaters with her elbows supported on the guardrail, and the other skaters kept going back and forth on the ice. The translucent glass ceiling scatters a light blue light. The loudspeaker was playing a dance music, and the music seemed to be inaccurate due to the poor acoustics of the skating rink. At this time, Alice slid onto the track, with a graceful posture, and she came to Emile's side.
Alice: Are you here?
She kissed Emil. Amir slid around the guardrail. Alice looked at him happily with a joyful smile. Then they held hands and slid away together.
The two young men slid to the beat hand in hand, and they didn’t want to show off among those who slid faster and more dexterously. At this time, people can hear someone gasping for breath amidst the noise.
The skater rushed over the turn.
Alice and Emil are also sliding, they are smiling and radiant.
Someone fell down on the right side of the screen.
Two young people are smiling.
The turn of the runway. A harsh, heart-pounding scream broke the harmony.
Mr. Yier, wearing a black coat and black gloves, fell on the white ice. His arms stretched forward, motionless, as if he had stopped breathing. Some curious people gathered around him, not daring to approach him.
Alice and Emil slid an arc, and turned to run here. Amir held her arm.
The skating people gathered around Mr. Yell, who was in a semi-conscious state.
There was blood dripping from his nose, and the blood soaked into the ice. Soon, he regained consciousness, supported his body with his arms, and put his head on his curled knees.
Alice stood in front of the crowd with an expression of anxiety and panic on her face. There was silence all around.
Mr. Yire still curled up. But he turned his head back and stared at Alice from above his shoulder. Then he closed his eyes again in pain and gasped hard.
Alice, whose heart was trembling, also looked at him, and then she lowered her eyelids.
The two skaters helped Mr. Yiel up. The noise recurred. Suddenly, Mr. Ile jerked away the young man who was supporting him.
Il: I don’t need help! You guys keep me quiet!
Although he was awkward and trembling when walking on skates, he walked towards the exit of the runway with a ridiculous arrogance. When he walked to the guardrail, he leaned against the fence to make his breathing normal.
Alice sat on the steps, adjusting her shoelaces, while casting her uneasy and moving gaze towards...
...Mr. Ill. He was still in a state of not quite sober, and his expression dull. He took the blood-stained handkerchief off his nose, looked straight ahead, and lowered his eyelids.
Alice's room
Mr. Yiel's room, interior view, daytime
Alice put on a moon-white coat.
Il put the stylus from the end of the record back to the beginning of the record. The music sounded, but not very coordinated. He was wearing the buttons of his black shirt as he walked, and the white collar inside his shirt was very eye-catching.
Il lifted his collar up.
Alice walked by the window of her house. Feeling Il staring at him, he stopped and took off the thick cashmere pullover with skillful movements. At this time, she was only left with a red tight-fitting short skirt and a rose-colored women's vest.
She was smiling and staring at Il intently.
He was shocked and backed away, as if he had been hit by her. He hides in the shadows in shame, short of breath.
Alice kept staring at him, with a provocative triumphant smile on her face. She threw the pullover on the bed, holding the ironing board with both hands.
Mr. Yiel, who was in the shadow, poked his head out the window extremely carefully. Out of curiosity, he was cautious not to let himself be found, and moved his steps forward.
His gaze swept across the window sill and fell on Alice. She opened a window, held the wooden slats outside the window with both hands, and continued to challenge the man peeping at her with a moving smile.
Mr. Il reached out and took out a bottle of Porto wine from the almost empty refrigerator and filled a goblet.
In this spotless, orderly kitchen, there is a bowling pin on the right, which is obviously a souvenir of Mr. Yiel. Il drank a toast with the wine, then put the wine glass in the sink, and glanced out through the window behind him.
On both sides of the door of Mr. Ill’s house is a chest of drawers, and on the other is a writing desk and shelves with books. He put on his coat, arranged his clothes in a neat and precise manner, and then slightly opened the door. Then he stepped back and stood facing the door. In the silence, there was the sound of girl's footsteps. Alice walked into the room, looked around, then leaned on the door, closing it.
Mr. Yile stood motionless with his arms down, holding each other's hands. Although alcohol made him calmer, he was still a little nervous.
Il (breaking the Shen drum): You don't need to be afraid, miss. I am not a gangster, I am Mr. Yiel.
She scanned the room with her hands behind her back, a bright smile appeared on her face.
Alice: I didn't expect anyone to live here.
Il (still motionless): This is because I never turn on the lights.
Alice: I want to come and see...
The two stood facing each other a certain distance apart. Alice walked through the kitchen and came to the window.
Alice (very surprised): It's terrifying, it's unobstructed! (He also walks over and stands in front of the window, gritting his teeth) If it hadn't been for the last time you moved behind the window, I would never have found you. Such things will continue to happen. (Looking at him) You blasphemed me.
She turned her face to Mr. Yiel, her hair combed into a ponytail.
Il (staring at the yard): I just watched, nothing more.
Alice: You scared me that night. I thought you wanted to hurt me... but why did you do this? (She looks at Il, he is still motionless) You look so decent, so elegant. (Silence. More grimly) You have no right to peep into other people's homes like this... I could have told you. (Ill looks at her, her expression becoming more grim. She stares at him, and the two look at each other) You know, I have the right to do this.
Il (peacefully and confidently): You have the right, but you didn't do it.
She was a little overwhelmed and was defeated.
Alice: No...
Il: Why are you afraid of me? (He looks straight ahead) You can't know how unfortunate I am, miss.
Alice (calming down, smiling): I lied to you, if I hate you, it's not true. On the contrary, it is pleasant to be watched. I feel happy because of this. (She has a gentle tone and his expression is serious) But because this is you, if it were another person, I couldn't do it. (He closes his eyes sadly) You are different, you can see that you are a good person.
Il (in a dull tone): How can you say that, you don't know me.
She looked at him with a smile.
They both stood at the window. There is also a window to their right. There is a small table between the two windows with a book on the table. Alice flipped through the book carelessly, and then walked to Mr. Ile's bed next to a large armchair. Il looked out the window and didn't move.
Alice: Come and sit next to me. (She sits on the bed. Silent) It's easier to talk like this. Are you unwilling? (Silence) Have you seen me for a long time?
Il (frozen): Yes, every night.
Alice: What will you do after I sleep?
Il: Do nothing, I wait.
Alice (to get active): What are you waiting for?
Il: I don't know. You know, I slept very little.
Ariane (uneasily, reproachingly): So, are you looking at me all the time? You know everything about me, right?
Il (turning around slowly, walking up to her, ambiguously): Nothing, definitely nothing. But understand some, it's true...
Alice (holding his hand): Which moment do you like best? Was it when I was undressing, or when I was dressing up (touching his hand, he didn't respond)?
Il (sternly, speaking quickly): Let's go now, don't stay here.
Alice (still stroking him): Please forgive me, I thought...
He was unsure, and then backed away, as if to get out of the trap.
Il (yelling): I said, you go! roll!
Mr. Yile stood at the window with his head down. She got up and walked away, turned to look at him when she reached the door, and then opened the door.
The bed was placed against the wall. Mr. Yiel in front of the window was shrouded in a cold blue light. Only the bed and part of the wall are illuminated by light.
Alice went out and closed the door.
Mr. Il walked to the bed. He slowly placed his hands where Alice had sat, then knelt on his knees, closed his eyes, and smelled the fragrance of the girl on the checkered sheets. He put both hands on the bed, as if trying to immerse himself in the fragrance. His cheek pressed gently against the bed sheet.
Canal Bank·Exterior Scene·Morning
Mr. Yiel sat on the bank of the canal, looking at the flowing water. A white spot appeared on the river. It was blue all around.
Mr. Yiel looked at the river with a lot of thoughts.
Mr. Yier stood in front of a grand industrial building, his pale complexion in sharp contrast with his black clothes. Both banks of the canal can be seen in the picture.
Cosmetics shop · interior · daytime
There are several ochre perfume bottles with open mouths on the table. Mr. Yill put down a bottle of perfume in his gloved hand, and immediately picked up another bottle. He put the bottle down and picked up another bottle.
He closed his eyes and smelled the perfume intently. Behind him was an orange light.
Il: Yes, this one is more like...but less sour. This perfume is more peaceful and rarer, what do you think?
Mr. Yier’s Workshop·Interior·Daytime
At this moment, Il was not wearing gloves, he picked up a beautiful diamond-shaped perfume bottle, and the box containing the perfume bottle was open. He opened the bottle cap and sprinkled a few drops of perfume on a white handkerchief.
He raised his handkerchief to his nose and sniffed attentively.
Mr. Yiel stood in front of a large table along the wall. In addition to perfume bottles, there were rolls of cloth on the table. On the left side of the perfume bottle and box is the squirrel cage and the white wrapping paper of the perfume that was just opened. Mr. Yiel closed his eyes and kept smelling the handkerchief, indulging in the wonderful sensual enjoyment. Later, he removed the handkerchief from his face and stood silently.
Cafe·Interior·Night
A man swings a table tennis ball, and the dull sound of hitting the ball keeps ringing. Alice was sitting at a table with an empty wine glass in front of her. She was wearing a beautiful white blouse that was as smooth as satin, with a cigarette between her fingers, spitting out smoke rings from time to time.
Alice (making a gesture): Hall, please have another drink!
The hall came and poured her a martini.
Alice wears a blue headband around her hair, and a pair of new white drop-like earrings on her cheeks are sparkling.
Alice (showing a charming smile): Thank you.
The hall placed another charge card under the ashtray on her desk. The hall was filled with smoke, and there were a few table tennis tables in the background.
Alice took a puff of cigarette. She was focused, thoughtful, with an absent-minded smile on her face. When she looked back and saw Amir coming and sitting next to her, she immediately smiled happily. She took another sip of wine and looked at him with joy.
Amir (staring at her): You look more beautiful with a little wine, you know?
Alice: If you really think I'm pretty, then kiss me! (A long kiss. His face is close to her neck) Are you still going to marry me? I think it's time now. Tomorrow morning, okay?
Amir: You are too anxious.
Alice: I mean it, Emil. I hope you will marry me now, immediately, (he moves away slightly, a little awkward. After a moment of silence, she changed her tone) I'm sure that you didn't really make the proposal last time! (He enters her eyes) Well, answer me, speak up!
Amir (seriously): The police came to my house.
She immediately evaded backwards, bewildered and uneasy.
Alice: We have vowed not to mention it again, never to mention it. You swore it!
He was slightly nervous.
Amir: Okay, you don't need to be afraid! They know nothing, absolutely nothing. No one sees me. There is no problem. (She seems to have been persuaded by him) But we should be more cautious, nothing more... (He takes her hand)... Now I agree, we will not mention this matter again... I just want you knowledge. (Stroke her hair tenderly, tuck a few strands of hair behind her. There is tenderness in her heart) Don't worry, I'm with you! You are so beautiful (she hugs him and leans against him)!
Alice: If you don't love me deeply, it doesn't matter. Because I love you with double love (she hugs her desperately).
Mr. Yier's residence, exterior scene, daytime
The inspector walked along the fence outside Mr. Ill’s residence while looking into the yard.
He looked at the window of the building through the fence...
Behind the fence are the red brick walls and white windows of the building. The inspector continued walking, and then entered the fence gate.
Corridor in front of Mr. Yier’s house, interior view, daytime
The detective hid on the corner outside Mr. Yier's door. Mr. Yiel came home, and he took out the key from his pocket. Suddenly, a small bag flew up, hit the door, and fell to the heel. He turned around in surprise.
Inspector: I brought your scarf. (On the ground, there is a sealed plastic bag for evidence used by the police, with a scarf in it) Why don't you pick it up? Isn't this yours?
Il (coldly): Why should this be mine?
Inspector: I did see you wearing such a scarf. (Bends down and picks up the scarf. Il stands in front of the closed door) Of course, you weren't so dirty when you wore it. The scarf hasn't been washed yet. (Intentionally using a mocking tone, and pretending to be looking at the scarf's trademark. The trademark, like the collar of his shirt, is also yellow.) This is Pierette's blood. The scarf was found in the wilderness. Your neighbors told me that it belongs to you.
Il (quietly): Indeed, I have one that is almost identical to it.
Inspector (pretending to be): If you have another item that is just as good as it, then (make a gesture) please show it to me!
Il (always very calm. Pause for a moment): Of course you can.
He pushed the door open, only a slit opened—he just happened to be able to walk in. The inspector took a step forward, trying to follow him into the house, but the door closed in front of him.
The door opened again, and Mr. Il was standing inside, still wearing gloves. He handed a dark gray scarf to the inspector; the inspector gently touched the scarf under Mr. Ile's cold, haughty gaze, and smelled it carefully.
Inspector: Is it new?
Il (tense face): I have been buying it for six months, but I rarely wear it. It feels melancholy.
Inspector: Yes. All in all, it is new (return scarf).
Il (stiffly): Is there anything else? no? Good night, then.
Il closed the door. The detective waited for a while, then said loudly--
Inspector: There is a note under your doormat (Mr. Il is standing behind the door with a cold blue light in the room).
Hearing that the inspector had left, Mr. Yire opened the door again and bent over to find the note. He looked at the note, and happened to hear the detective's voice again, and then looked towards him.
Inspector: This cute little girl.
Through the gaps in the handrails of the stairs, the inspector's head can be seen. He has descended a few stairs.
Inspector: ...and she's not stupid yet! ...Not stupid...
Mr. Yire returned home and slammed the door shut.
Mr. Yell's room, interior view, night
The room was dark. Mr. Il took Alice's letter and sat in the armchair. He has gone into a dream, but he is still dressed neatly. Alice's voice--
Alice (voice-over): You can't know how much I regret what happened that day. Maybe I shouldn't visit you, but my wish is so strong. I know you don't want to hurt me, and of course I do. Would you like to have lunch with me on Sunday? Please agree, so that the two of us can meet again in peace. Alice.
Mr. Yiel's room, interior view, morning
At dawn, the light is dim. Mr. Yier sat at the kitchen table after drinking his coffee, and then washed the dishes.
Lights are on in the bathroom, white tiles are pasted on the wall, and there is a sink and a three-sided mirror. Mr. Yier picked up a perfume bottle in front of the mirror, poured some into his palm, lowered his head and put the perfume on his neck.
Amir's House·Interior View·Daytime
Amir was topless, with his shoulders exposed outside the blanket, asleep. Alice walked in quietly, bent down, and swiftly lifted the blanket, revealing Emil who was wearing only briefs. Emil was rather dissatisfied with this kind of awakening without gentleness, and immediately re-covered the blanket. Alice walked to a large French window and took off her coat. There was a writing desk by the window. There is not much furniture in the room, but it is fashionable and practical, and the shapes are like geometric patterns. There are tiles on the wall. As Alice spoke, she undressed very naturally.
Alice: You never clean up the room?
Amir (wake up): What are you doing there (leaning on a low gray brick wall next to the bed)?
Alice: Yes, we should meet at three this afternoon (take off the leather shoes).
Amir (didn't figure it out): Yes, I know. Sorry, but I slept too late. what time is it?
Alice kept unbuttoning her belt, taking off her pants and jacket.
Alice: Twelve o'clock at noon. But I can't come this afternoon. My aunt is at my house and I have to be with her. So, I think it's best to come and see you first and tell you, right?
Amir (not quite convinced): Yes, of course.
Alice came over and knelt beside him, wearing a white silk blouse.
Alice: I'm afraid I will lose you. Since I am going back to see my aunt in half an hour, I will be here now.
She got into the blanket, stroked and kissed Emil's chest. Amir left it alone.
Central Station·Interior View·Daytime
Mr. Il was hiding behind a pillar, and he stood motionless, observing everything around him. His hair seems to be completely bald. The background is a long corridor, in the light blue light, a few people walk by.
Alice was wearing a coat and her hair was tied into a small knot with a hair band. She was standing in a vaulted corridor with glass windows, which filled the corridor with bright light. She looked out of the window, and there were railroad tracks crisscrossing across the window. She waited impatiently. An old man with a note came up and asked a passerby for directions, but obviously there was no answer.
Il temporarily moved his gaze away from Alice, looked straight ahead at the empty space, and then looked back at her suddenly.
The old man walked up to Alice with his travel bag.
Mr. Yill lowered his eyelids.
Alice answered the old man's question with an apologetic smile, and the old man thanked her and left. She turned back, still standing in front of the window. Mr. Yiel walked along the corridor, standing just a few centimeters away behind her, closing his eyes and smelling the fragrance of her hair.
Il: You are so fragrant. (Alice
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