produced by Paramount, 1954, color (112 minutes)
Screenplay: John Michael Hayes
Original Novel: Cornell Wooldridge
Director: Alfred Hitchcock K
Photography: Robert Burks
Music: Franz Waxman
Actors: James Stewart, Grace Kelly, Raymond Burr, Judith Evelyn, Wendy Corey, Moss Erma Ritter
Oscar nominations: best Screenplay, best director, best Cinematography
translation: Bin Hua
title figure: Zhou Zheng
interior, Jeffries suites, daytime, panoramic
although not emerged in the foreground of the window frame on the screen , We still see through this invisible window frame and see a street in Greenwich Village, New York in the background. The morning sun sets off the clear contours of all kinds of residential buildings and small apartment buildings. The front of these buildings faces a street that traverses the whole city, and what we can see is the back of the buildings. Some buildings are two-story, some are three-story, some are pointed, and some are flat-topped; some are brick and wood structure, and some are reinforced concrete. There are fire escapes outside the small apartment buildings, but there is no such equipment outside the other buildings.
This is not a rich residential area, but it is not poor either. For those who can barely make ends meet by luck, hope or careful calculation, it is an affordable and stable place to live.
Although it was early morning, the heat was already pressing and there was no wind. The summer heat opened the windows and opened the curtains, and as a whole, the life scene of the neighborhood was revealed in the heat. However, people who have lived in this environment for many years, unless they are invited by the other party, they really hear each other's voices, and they don't communicate with each other. In this way, they keep their personal world from being violated.
The camera pulls back until a close-up side view of a sleeping man appears on the screen. He was so close to the camera that we could not recognize his facial features. We only saw one temple and cheek, and a bead of sweat was dripping down the cheek.
The camera pans to the right of the window, and moves to the thermometer hung on the wall outside the window: 84 degrees Fahrenheit (Note 1).
The camera continued to push toward the window, moving closer to a room with a large window. We can see the inside of the room: a short man who is beginning to lose his head is standing by the window. He put a basin of water and a mirror on a shelf and is shaving. To his right is an old upright piano. There is a radio on the piano. The music on the radio stopped and the announcer's voice came.
Announcer: The time is now 7:15, WOR radio in New York. The outdoor temperature is eighty-four degrees... friends, is your life worth a dollar?
The shaved man quickly put down the razor and hurriedly walked to the radio to change the channel. He tuned in a series of commercials until he found a radio station that played music again, and then turned back contentedly and continued to shave his beard.
The camera moved from this scene towards a building further away. The camera swept across the floor of the building to the front of the fire escape. The camera was pushed up and forward, and it was pushed close to the fire escape on the first floor where a couple was used as an outdoor bedroom. It was so close that we could see an alarm clock hung on the railing of the fire escape. The alarm clock rang vigorously. stop. A man sat up lazily and reached out to stop the alarm clock. We saw his pajamas stained with sweat. He sat and stretched out his hand to shake the person sleeping next to him. To our surprise, this man—a woman lifted his head from his feet. It turns out that they slept on their feet. The two of them were sleepy and tired, and looked at each other weakly, which showed that neither of them had a good night's sleep in this hot night.
The camera moves down to a lower building on the left. The camera moves forward slightly to a window in a living room. A small electric fan was swinging and spinning next to the window. The fan is placed in the right corner of a table, and to the left of the fan is a toaster. Behind the bread machine stood a plump and graceful girl who was obviously wearing only a pair of underwear. Her abdomen and waist were naked, and the shadow of the half-open curtains covered her chest, shoulders and head. The toaster automatically pushes out two slices of baked bread. She took out the bread, put butter on, then turned and leaned over to take the electric coffee pot from another table, then quickly turned and sat down at the table. Her movements are very agile, and her chest is not exposed at all when doing these things. When she sits down, the electric fan is blocking her chest. While she was pouring coffee, the fan was swaying around her. The camera was close enough to make people see that her upper body was not covered, but it was not close enough to satisfy the curiosity caused by her lack of clothing.
The camera moves to the corner of the street that can be seen from the gap between the two buildings. This is still a time when vehicles are quite scarce. Only one public sprinkler crosses the intersection, and a thin stream of water is sprayed from the rear of the vehicle body. One can cool the road surface, and the other can prevent dust from flying. Three little children in swimming trunks ran after the sprinkler and played in the water.
The camera moved away and walked around to a building next to it. When the camera passed the building, we saw a hand extended from a window and lifted off the cover of a birdcage hanging on the wall outside the window. There is a pair of lovebirds in the birdcage-chirping endlessly.
The camera quickly pulled back, through the open window, all the way back to Jeffries' suite. We saw a bit more this time, and the lens was at least pulled to the point where we could see his head and shoulders.
The sleeping man is LB Jeffries, an energetic, slender tall man of thirty-five years old. His face appeared peaceful in his sleep, but it can be seen that he can be humorous and enthusiastic on other occasions, or he can be childish curiosity or dedicated and engrossed. These characteristics all show a noble character. The self-confidence of a person of moral sentiment.
He is sitting in a wheelchair.
The camera swayed along his left leg, his left leg wrapped in plaster from waist to toe. I don't know who wrote "L.B. Jeffries' fractured bone rests here" on the white plaster.
The camera swayed to a table next to him. On it was a camera used by photographers to shoot high-speed motion, but the camera was twisted and damaged.
The camera continued to pan to a ten-inch enlarged photo placed on this table. The photo shows a racing lane, and the shooting point is obviously in a very dangerous place in the lane. A racing car that had lost control was ramming towards the camera, and dust was raised behind the car. One of the rear wheels of the car has fallen off and is flying straight towards the camera at high speed.
The camera moves to a 14-inch large picture hanging on the wall. This is a sketch with the theme of "violence": the camera captures the scene at the moment of being bombarded by heavy artillery. People and objects, rocks, dust and shrapnel are all suspended in the air. It is obvious that the photographer was not hit, but the distance between him and the explosion point is elusive. There is a signature in the lower right corner of the photo: "LB Jeffries".
The camera moves to another picture, which is a picket line when workers in an aircraft factory go on strike. The strikers, the anti-strikes and the police are fighting in a melee. Sticks, fists, truncheons flying, angry expressions, blood stains on their bodies, the knocked down people are struggling to stand up... This picture is not a divided, carefully chosen photograph of the shooting angle, but the person The report of its environment, it is so direct and so true that the person viewing the photo feels that they are in a melee and should act in self-defense. The lower corner also has the same signature: "LB Jeffries".
The camera pans to another picture framed in the frame. This is a picture taken during an atomic bomb test on the plains of Nevada. It is both magnificent and intimidating. The camera was placed at an observation point far away from the explosion point, and some people in the foreground were watching the explosion with telescopes.
The lens moved to a shelf with several cameras and film on it. Then he shook it to an observation rack, on which was placed a magnified negative of a woman's head. Then, the lens moved to the cover of a magazine. We couldn't see the name of the magazine, but we saw that the cover photo was exactly the photo printed on the negative just now. The camera fell still on a stack of magazines, all of which were the same periodical that published the photo.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, daytime, close-up view
Photographing Jeff from the window, he is shaving with an electric razor. The phone rang, he put down the razor and picked up the microphone.
Jeff: This is Jeffreys.
Genningsen’s voice came from the microphone: I wish you joy, Jeff.
Jeff: Why do you like it?
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Isn't it time for you to remove the plaster?
Jeff: Who said I should remove the plaster?
He suddenly noticed something at this moment. He looked to the other side, and his expression even seemed a little anxious if he had time.
Outside scenes, between the buildings, during the day, panoramic view
Jeff's call, we saw what he was staring at: two beautiful girls on the top of the building in the distance. They talked and laughed, although we couldn't hear anything. They were wearing terry bathrobes and took off the bathrobes with their backs to the camera. Then turned around all seductively, showing the beautiful image of them wearing swimsuits and healthy skin. They seem to want to attract people's attention, and want to be the center of the neighborhood's attention in the building group. At least, they attracted Jeff's attention. Then, they spread the bathrobes on the roof platform, lay down and disappeared. Jeff's expression looked a little disappointed.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, daytime, close
view Genningsen (voice in microphone, confidently): Today is Wednesday.
Jeff: I said, Kenningsen, how can you be such a good editor with such a bad memory?
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Is the day wrong?
Jeff: The wrong week. I will get out of this plaster shell next Wednesday.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): It's terrible, Jeff. Forget it, I probably won't be lucky every day. Even if I didn't call.
Jeff: Yes. I'm so awkward for you, Genningsen. You probably feel uncomfortable when you think that I have to apply Shi Qing for a week.
Genningsen (voice in the microphone): My loss this week is that I can't send the best reporter. Your loss is that you missed a big mission.
Jeff (eagerly and astutely): Where to go?
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Why should we mention this again?
Jeff's gaze was once again attracted by a scene outside the window.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, during the day, the panoramic
camera is facing a window in the opposite small building, the window with the girl and the fan. At this moment, loud dancing music came from the window. The girl dressed in dark practice clothes and barcao shoes, turned and left the portable record player. She began to practice modern ballet.
She danced gracefully in the room to the beat of the music, and came to the refrigerator. She was still practicing dancing with her lower limbs, but she opened the refrigerator door with both hands and took out a chicken drumstick. She closed the refrigerator door and jumped back to the center of the room, sometimes gnawing on chicken legs, sometimes waving them like props. She whirled all the way to the table at the other end of the room, where there was a pack of cut bread and butter. She wiggled her body, put down the chicken legs, and then spread the butter on the bread with graceful and rhythmic movements.
She held a chicken leg in one hand and a slice of bread in the other. She continued to dance that profound dance, eating a bite of bread and butter, and a bite of chicken.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, panorama
Jeffrey's eyes moved from the dancing girl's room down to her neighbor's room downstairs.
Interior view, neighboring courtyard, daytime, panoramic
downstairs room, there is a person reading the "Herald Tribune". This person put down the newspaper and we saw that she was an old woman in her sixties. Although her years have passed away, she still can see the grace of that year. She raised her head to listen to the music from the building, then calmly and calmly adjusted her hearing aid, and continued to read the newspaper.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite. During the day, it was close up that Jeffries
looked at things outside the window with interest, while continuing to talk with Genningsen on the phone.
Jeff (stubbornly): Where to go?
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Indochina. I got a reliable news from above this morning, that place will soon be filled with gunpowder.
Jeff (excited and happy): Did I say that? I told you that the next thing you should pay attention to is this place.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): You said it.
Jeff: All right. When do I leave? In half an hour? One hour?
Genningsen (voice in microphone): You are still in a cast, you can't move.
Jeff: Don't make me angry anymore. I'll take a picture in the jeep. If I really need it, I can sit on the buffalo.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): You are very important to the publication, and we can't make fun of you. I will send Morgan or Lambert.
Jeff: Good! I hit half-dead for you, and your reward for me is to get rid of my errands.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): I didn't ask you to stand in the middle of the racing track.
Jeff (a little angry): What you want is a dramatic difference! You got it!
Genningsen (voice in the microphone, calmly): You got it, too. Goodbye, Jeff.
Jeff (don't let him hang up): You must get me out of here! Six weeks. I sit in this two-room suite and have nothing to do, I can only watch what the neighbors are doing outside the window!
There was a sound of piano at this moment. What I played was a simple, intermittent melody, and it seemed like someone was a beginner in piano, and it seemed to be conceiving a song. This melody collided with the music coming from the dancing girl's room, and it was very inconsistent. Jeff was really upset listening to this mixed sound.
Jeff: It's like being in a dungeon! We saw the origin of the piano sound in the outdoor
scene, in the neighboring courtyard, in the daytime, in the mid-range scene
. It's the room with wide windows of the man listening to the radio while shaving. Here, the short-haired, flat-headed man was sitting at the piano playing a few notes, and then using a pencil to write the notes on the sheet of the music rest. He insisted on creating under the interference of dance music nearby, and the first few bars of his melody were beautiful and moving. His creation was very difficult, and the dance music finally disturbed him so much that he could no longer write it down, so he got up and walked to the window and leaned over to look at the room where the music was coming from.
On the table in front of the window are piles of records, morning coffee, uncleaned cups and plates, leftover breakfast, old newspapers, and music scores. He looked for an ashtray with a cigarette in his hand, only to squeeze the cigarette butt out and put it in a coffee cup. He turned back to the piano and played the melody of dance music from downstairs.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, close-up view
listening to the overlapping music, Jeff frowned, amplified his voice and continued to call.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Look for two good books.
Jeff: I have been taking pictures for too long, so I don't even know how to read books.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Let me get you some comic strips.
Jeff (lows his voice nervously): Listen—if you don't give me a hand and rescue me from this dull swamp—I'm going to do something extraordinary.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): For example?
Jeff: I—I'm going to get married. Then I can't go anywhere.
Genningsen (voice in the microphone): It's time for you to get married-you will become a strange old man with a lonely temperament if you don't get married.
Jeff: Can you imagine me becoming such a person? I became rushing home every day to hear the sound of the washing machine, the sound of the dishwasher, the sound of garbage disposal, and the noise of my wife's nagging.
Genningsen (voice in the microphone): Jeff-I don't talk about nagging anymore when I was a wife, it's called discussing with you.
Jeff looked at the suites of the neighbours outside the window, and he saw:
exterior view, neighboring courtyard, daytime, mid-to-far view,
a three-story flat-top apartment building. The wall tiles are eroded by wind and rain, and the color is dim. Each house has three windows facing the backyard, one window is the porch window, the other is the living room window, and the right window leads to the bedroom.
On the second floor, a man walked into the living room from the porch. He is carrying an aluminum case used by salesmen for samples. He threw the box down, took off his hat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his right hand. He took off his shirt and tie, and his shirt was stained with sweat. He rolled up his sleeves, and the hairs on his arms were heavy, which matched his sturdy physique.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, close view
Jeffrey's gaze fell on the suite in the distance, and he continued to talk to Genningsen.
Jeff: Really? Maybe in those residential areas with high rents, the wives are discussing-but in this place where I live, they still only nag.
Genningsen (voice in microphone): Well-you are right. I'll see you later, Jeff.
Jeff: It's better to have some good news next time.
He hung up the phone, still looking at the salesman's suite. Outside
scene, in the neighboring courtyard, during the daytime, the
salesman of Zhongyuanjing looked at the bedroom door, hesitated, and then walked hesitantly toward the bedroom. He was hidden behind the wall between the two windows.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, close-up
Jeffrey's gaze shifted to the right.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, during the day, the
man in Zhongyuan Jing walked into the bedroom, and we saw a woman lying on the bed inside. The bedside table was filled with medicine bottles, pill boxes, spoons, jugs, etc. everything needed by bedridden patients for many years. When the woman saw the man entering the door, she sat up and took off the wet towel on her forehead. Before the man approached the bed, she began to speak aggressively. As she talked, she pointed to her watch, saying, "You should have gone home two hours ago! Maybe I'm lying here waiting to die. You don't care, and you don't care." The man stopped, as if She calmed down her anger, but she continued to blame. His attitude became annoying and disgusting, then became annoyed, and finally turned into swearing. He yelled at her for a while, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
He walked back to the living room, angrily picked up his hat and threw it against the wall, then slammed the door and left the house.
Interior view, Jeffries' suite, daytime, medium view
Jeff's attention suddenly turned to himself. His thighs on casts felt very itchy. He tossed and twisted and moved that leg, but did not solve the problem. He scratched his skin, but it itched more and more severely. He took a Chinese "itch" from the window sill, carefully and skillfully inserted it into the plaster bandage. He scratched his thigh, his face showed sincere joy after he was truly relieved of hardship. He pulled out the "itch" contentedly, put it back on the window sill, and continued to watch the scene outside the window while setting it aside.
Outside scene, the neighboring courtyard, during the day, the
man in Zhongyuanjing who left his suite angrily, walked out of a door and came to the backyard. We recognized him when we saw his shirt. He is holding a small hoe and a small rake in one hand, and a pair of flower shears in the other. He walked to a small flower bed, which was planted with colorful lilies of one meter high. He knelt down to look at the flowers and stroked his flowers with joy and pride. His anger has disappeared and he has replaced him with the tranquility that flowers can bring to people. He stood up to weed and raked the soil, and then trimmed the branches and leaves below. Finally, he poured water again.
Interior view, Jeffreys's suite, during the day, close view
Jeffrey's attention was drawn to another interesting thing.
Exterior view, neighboring courtyard, daytime, mid-range
view . We saw an old lady walking out of the red house below the ballerina in the courtyard adjacent to the backyard just now. She wore sun glasses, a wide-brimmed sun hat on her head, pink shorts and a sun suit with chest pockets. She was holding a copy of the Herald Tribune with hearing aids in her ears. She was sitting in a folding canvas chair. Her complexion was pale, and she was so thin and withered. As soon as she sat down, she heard the noise of the suppressors working in the yard next door. She stood up and walked to the fence between the two courtyards and looked at the neighboring courtyard. He saw her too, but said nothing. She began to point and tell him what to pay attention to when planting flowers. After listening for a while, he looked at her head-on. We saw that his lip movements were quite intense, indicating that he was very dissatisfied with her interference. She stepped away from the fence, her expression surprised and frightened.
Interior view, Jeffries' suite, daytime, medium view
Foger sits in the foreground, waist up in the frame. The door to the suite behind him opened, and Stella McCaffrey came in. She is a sturdy, ordinary-looking woman with black hair. She is dressed like a nurse in a lot: a black coat and a black cap, with the side of a white nurse's skirt exposed under the coat. She carried a small black bag in her hand.
Stella stood still on the door platform for a moment, watching Jeff. He didn't seem to notice her coming.
Stella (loudly): The sentence for voyeurism in New York State is six months in a reformatory!
Jeff (not turning around): Hello, Stella.
She stepped down several steps from the platform, holding the iron railing next to the steps with one hand.
Stella: There are no windows in the reformatory.
She put the bag on the table. The bag was quite worn out. It was not so much a nurse's bag as it was a soldier's bag. She took off her coat and hat and put them on a chair.
Stella: In the early years, they used hot red cleaning rods to poke the blind voyeurs in the eyes. You stare at those meat bombs in bikinis. Which one is worth changing to a hot spring?
He does not answer. She opened the bag and took out some medical supplies: thermometer, stopwatch, massage oil, powder and towel. She said as she did it.
Stella: People in our country have become villains who love to peek at others. In fact, what you should do is to stand outside your home after a while and see how you live. (She looks up at Jeff) What do you think of my native philosophy?
Jeff (with a disapproving look on his face): The April 1939 issue of Reader's Digest-old saying.
Stella: Well, I always quote the most logical quotes.
She took out the thermometer from the small box and shook it, took a look, and then walked towards Jeff.
Stella "swishes" and turned the wheelchair to face her. Jeff began to resist.
Jeff: I said, Stella...
She put the thermometer in his mouth.
Stella: See if you can break through one Baidu (Note 2)...
He has a thermometer in his mouth. The camera followed her back, and she walked to a bed and pulled out a sheet and spread it on the bed. Talking without silence.
Stella: I shouldn't be a nurse in an insurance company, I should be a gypsy fortune teller. My nose is sharp, and I can smell any trouble ten miles away. (Pause, look at Jeff) Have you heard of the stock market crash in 1929?
Jeff nodded tiredly.
Stella: My prediction has been said.
Jeff (with the thermometer, vaguely): Huh?
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, during the day, close
view Stella stopped and looked at Jeff challengingly.
Stella: It's easy. I am nursing a president of General Motors. They said he had a kidney disease. I said he was nervous. Then I asked myself—what can I be nervous about General Motors? (Snaps fingers) Overproduction. Crash, this is my answer. When the president of General Motors has to deal with ten times a day-the whole country will be over.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, during the day, a close-up of
a forgiving and compassionate expression on Jeffrey's face. He took out the thermometer.
Jeff: Stella, in terms of economics, kidney disease has nothing to do with the stock market. It definitely doesn't matter.
Stella: It's still over, isn't it?
Jeff couldn't answer, and had to put the thermometer in his mouth again after losing the round.
Stella (continues to work): I can smell trouble in this house. You broke your leg. You look out the window. You saw something you shouldn't see. Trouble. I can imagine now that you stand in front of the judge, with lawyers in double-breasted blue suits on both sides. You are begging: "Your Honor, I am unintentional, to relieve my boredom. I love my neighbors as their father." The judge replied, "Happy to you. You went to Dun Moura Prison for three years. The anniversary begins today." The
camera shook from her to him. She took out the thermometer to take a look.
Jeff: I can't ask for a bit of trouble at the moment.
Steve (definitely): You have male hormone deficiency.
Jeff: How can you see such a disease based on my temperature!
Stella: You watched those mean women who worship the sun for four weeks, but your body temperature didn't rise even once.
She shook the thermometer and disinfected it with an alcohol cotton pad in her other hand.
She walked to the back of the wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair to the bed, and put the thermometer into the box. Then she helped him take off the upper body of his pajamas and helped him stand on one foot. He jumped a step and lay face down on the bed with her help. She picked up a bottle of massage oil.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, during the day, a close-up
camera shot one end of the bed from a very low angle. The bed sheet partially covered Jeff's head and filled the foreground of the frame. Stella leaned over behind his head to prepare for a massage, also looking huge and powerful.
Jeff: I think you are right. Something is going to happen here.
Stella slapped her back with massage oil in her hand, frowning.
Stella: I knew it a long time ago!
Jeff: Have you never been willing to warm up this stuff?
Stella: This will make your circulatory system a little resistant. (Begins massaging his back) What trouble is it?
Jeff: Lisa Fremont.
Stella: Don't be joking. She is a beautiful young girl, and you are also a decent healthy man.
Jeff: She wants me to marry her.
Stella: This is normal.
Jeff: But I don't want to.
Stella (slaps cold oil on his back): This is not normal.
Jeff (frowning): I'm not yet married.
Stella: Nonsense. When a man gets married-just find the right girl. Regardless of anyone, as long as he has half his head and can open one eye, Lisa Fremont is the right girl.
Jeff (impassionately): The problem is not with her.
She slapped the oil on her back again, and he frowned again.
Stella: Behind every strange statement, there must be a real reason hidden. (Looks at him) Why? Are you fighting?
Jeff: No.
Stella (after a pause): Did her dad get a bullet in the gun?
Jeff: Stella, what are you talking about!
Stella: This is something that has existed since ancient times, understand! It should be said that some of the best marriages in the world are made by guns.
Jeff: Her girl is not suitable for me.
Stella: She is nothing but perfect.
Jeff: It's so perfect. Too beautiful, too smart, too well-educated, everything is the best-just not what I need.
Stella (surprisingly): Can you tell what you need?
Jeff (very annoyed expression): It's actually very simple. She belongs to the kind of figure in the small circle of Fa Yuen Street (Note 3), luxurious restaurants, and a cocktail party in the literary world.
Stella: A rational person can go with the situation.
Jeff: Can you imagine her running around the world with a camera tramp? My savings in the bank have never exceeded my weekly salary. (Talking to herself) If only she was an ordinary person.
Stella dusted powder on his back and wiped it away. The camera pulled back, and she helped Jeff to sit up. He buttoned his shirt.
Stella: You won't get married in your life?
Jeff: Maybe not. But if I get married, I have to find someone like this. In her opinion, life is never a new dress, a lobster meal, or the freshest scandal. What I need is a woman who can go anywhere, do anything, and is willing to do so.
The camera moves closer. She helped him into the wheelchair, deliberately pretending to listen to his insights attentively. He noticed her look, and he became less pretentious when he continued.
Jeff: The only way to face reality is to end this matter. Let her find someone else.
Stella: Your voices are ringing around me now. "You give me out, you wonderful woman who is perfect. You are so kind, I am not worthy of you!"
Jeff (pausing for a moment): The difficulty lies in this one.
She dropped her wheelchair and turned to the window. He looked up again.
Stella: I said, Mr. Jeffries. I'm not educated, and I can't even talk about being experienced, but I can tell you clearly-if a man and a woman see each other and like each other, they should be on the verge of triggering-"bang" like two on Broadway. A taxi crashed together like that. But you can't think about each other face to face like the two biological specimens in the jar.
Jeff: There is a rational approach to marriage.
Stella (snorting): Reason! There is nothing more troublesome than the trouble that reason brings to all mankind! Modern marriage, huh!
Jeff (falling the wheelchair and looking at her): Our emotional progress...
Stella (interrupting him): Nonsense! In the early years, I met someone and got married when I was excited! ……These days, I read a book together, and I’m talking a set of idioms, you deal with me, I deal with you, or else you will psychoanalyze her or she, and no one can get it in the end. It's just a love affair, or a civil service exam.
Jeff: People have different emotional levels...
Stella (interrupting again): If you want to make trouble, you have to make trouble! Well, in the area where I live, a nice guy and a nice girl on the street have been dating for three years. Then he refused to marry her. Why? Because in the "Appearance" magazine's intelligence test on marriage, she only scored 61 points!
Jeff couldn't help but smile.
Stella: When I married Mylos, we were just out of sync. We still do. And we have always worked independently.
Jeff: Of course you are fine, Stella. Can you get me a sandwich?
Stella (relaxed): Okay—but I want to put some common sense on the bread. Lisa Fremont's love for you is overflowing to the point of her fingers. My advice to you is only two words: marry her.
Jeff (laughs): How much did she buy you through?
Stella went into the kitchen angrily. Jeff turned his wheelchair out of the window.
Interior view, Jeffreys's suite, daytime, close view. What
Jeff looks out at this time is what the old lady is doing. Where is the man who fiddles with the flowers?
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, during the day, the
old lady fell asleep in a folding chair, and she covered the newspaper on her face. The man who fiddled with flowers was gone.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, close-up
Jeffrey's gaze sweeps up to the window of the dancing girl.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, during the day, the mid-range
dancing girl sits in front of the mirror in front of the window, and she combs her long golden red hair rhythmically like a dream.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, during the day, close-up.
His eyes suddenly turned to another direction, which was the place very close to him on the left.
Exterior scene, neighboring courtyard, daytime, mid-to-distance scene
What he saw now was a window of the apartment building closest to him. A curtain was pulled up, and a man apparently in charge of the house took a lot of effort to open the window. Then he turned around and approached a pair of young men and women standing at the door of the room. He handed the key to the man, then thoughtfully carried the two suitcases outside the door into the room and put them beside the tenant. He looked at them, nodded in satisfaction, and walked out the door. We saw the woman wearing a small round hat studded with veil, and she was wearing a light blue suit with a bunch of decorative flowers pinned to it. The young man, like the woman, was in his twenties. He was wearing a dark blue whistle suit and a gray soft hat. He took off his hat and threw it on the chair next to him. The two immediately embraced and kissed enthusiastically, both crumpled the woman's decorative flowers and twisted her cap. They let go of their hands, the young man smiled embarrassedly, and looked at the hallway outside the door spookyly. He turned his head to face the room and motioned for the woman to go outside with him. She followed him, quite puzzled. Both disappeared for a while. When they reappeared, he held her in his hands and crossed the threshold (Note 4). He put her down, closed the door and kissed again. They let go of each other, holding hands and looking at each other's eyes. Then the bride looked slowly and meaningfully towards the open window. He let go of her hand and went to the window to pull down the blind; she lifted her hands over her head and took off the small hat pinned to her hair.
Interior, Jeffreys's suite, during the day, close-up, Jefferies had
a soft and understanding expression on his face, and he involuntarily sighed. He didn't notice Stella standing beside him.
Stella (unhurriedly): You can't practice.
His expression froze, and slowly turned to look up at her.
Fade out and
fade into the
exterior scene, the neighboring courtyard, at dusk, the distant view
camera scanned the neighboring houses once, and the windows of several houses were lit up. The camera pulled back into Jeff's suite until his head took up the entire screen. He fell asleep. The shadow of the other person moved to his face, he opened his eyes and looked up.
Interior view, Jeffreys' Suite, dusk, close-up
On the screen are the eyes, nose and mouth of a woman, moving closer and closer in order to kiss Jeff. This face was in a half-bright and half-dark shadow, and only the dim light from outside the window shone on her profile. The face moved down, her lips moved to the bottom of the frame and disappeared, only one pair of eyes occupied the entire frame.
Now it is the side close-ups of Jeff and Lisa occupying the entire frame. She kissed Jeff seriously but without passion. Then she moved her face away a little bit and began to speak.
Lisa (softly): How are your legs?
Jeff: Well...it hurts a bit.
Lisa: Where's your stomach?
Jeff: It's empty, like a football.
Lisa: What about your love life?
Jeff: Not very active.
Lisa: Is there anything else that bothers you?
Jeff: Yes. come over.
He pulled her into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed Jeff on the cheek happily. She laughed enthusiastically, and the camera pulled back, and now Lisa was leaning on the side of Jeff's wheelchair. She stood up, and the camera quickly followed her to a corner of the room, but always kept her face in close-up. She turned and walked to a low hanging light bulb. We only saw her beautiful face in its entirety for the first time. Her features are gentle and intelligent.
Lisa (speaking while walking): Looking from top to bottom... Lisa. (The camera quickly followed her to another lamp. Because the distance between the lens and her was a little bit apart, we saw her waist She turned on the lamp, and under the light, we could see that her beauty was not only on the face.) Carol (camera panned to the third lamp, she turned on the lamp to reveal her whole body-meticulously dressed, Pretty and fashionable. She is wearing an evening gown, which is not only fashionable but also quite moving) Fremont.
Jeff looked at Lisa who was standing at the other end of the room.
Jeff: Is it Lisa Fremont who never tops her body twice in every dress?
Lisa: Because this is her job. (She turned with the footwork of a professional model, fully showing the characteristics of this fashion) It was delivered directly by a flight from Paris. Do you think this dress will sell for a good price?
Jeff: It all depends on the quotation. Just count...air tickets, import taxes, included tax rates, gross profit...
Lisa:...you can buy it for one thousand and one hundred dollars.
Jeff (with a soft whistle): This dress should be listed in the stock market.
Lisa: We sell about ten pieces a day at this price.
Jeff: Who is the buyer? Is it taxable?
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, dusk, middle view
Lisa (with a sweet smile): Even if I need to pay the bill, it's worth it-it's worth it for today.
She looked at the mahogany long-strip case beside her, with many of Jeff's personal belongings scattered on the case. Her own handbag is also placed on the slip sheet. As she spoke, she glanced at the countertop as if she was looking for something.
Jeff (voice-over, wondering): Did something big happen somewhere?
Lisa (looks up at him): This is the place. Tonight is an important day.
Jeff (Voiceover): Today is just a Monday for mass production. There are so many Mondays on the calendar.
Lisa found what she wanted. She picked up a dry and cracked old cigarette case and said as she watched it.
Lisa: Today is the opening ceremony of the last bad week of L·B·Jeffries plastering.
Jeff (voice-over): It seems that not many people buy tickets.
She turned to look at him and walked towards him with a cigarette case in her hand.
Lisa (smiling): That's because I booked the venue. ...I said, this cigarette case has seen the glory and wealth of the past. (She is facing Jeff in the wheelchair)
Jeff: This is a newcomer in Shanghai, and that city has seen its former glory and wealth.
Lisa: The cigarette case is cracked, and you never use it again. I will send it to you and I will give you a simple and flat aluminum cigarette case with only the initials of your name engraved on it.
Jeff: Your money is hard to come by, don't use it for this kind of thing!
Lisa: I would love it, Jeff. (Suddenly inhaling) Oh!
She quickly turned around and rushed to the door, and dropped the cigarette case on the long case. The camera pans. She ascended the two stairs, stopped, and turned to Jeff.
Lisa: Let’s start tonight’s event from the dinner at Twenty One Hotel. What do you think?
Jeff: Did you prepare an ambulance outside?
Lisa (turning around and unscrew the doorknob, quietly): It's better than that. Please look at the Twenty One Hotel.
She opened the door and flashed aside by herself. We saw a middle-aged waiter standing in the doorway, wearing a white linen top with a red collar, one hand carrying a large portable heating pot, the other hand carrying a bucket with a napkin cover in the bucket. Good wine bottle.
Interior view, Jeffreys's suite, dusk, close-up of
Jeffrey's affectionate and interesting reaction.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, dusk, medium view
Lisa: Thank you for your patience, Carl.
The waiter smiled and nodded, and walked into the door. She followed him down the stairs. The camera follows the shot.
Lisa: The kitchen is on the left. Give me the wine.
The waiter handed her the bucket of wine, and she put the bucket on the case. The waiter walked to the kitchen.
Carl: Good evening, Mr. Jeffries.
Jeff: Hello.
Carl walked into the kitchen.
Lisa (to Carl loudly): Carl, please put all the food in the oven. Just open it to "low temperature".
Carl (voice-over): Yes, miss.
Lisa (interested): Let's open the bottle now. This is a bottle of Montella-Champagne.
Jeff (happily): Here is a big glass.
She approached the small wine cabinet in the closet, took out two wine glasses from it, and raised them.
Lisa: Is it big enough?
Jeff: Appropriate. The auger is in the right hand.
She found the auger, put the wine glass on the case, opened the napkin over the wine bottle, and started to turn the auger on the cork.
Lisa: There is nothing more annoying and tiring than your current situation. The last week must be the hardest.
Jeff: Yeah, I want to take this stuff off and start the activity.
Lisa (struggling against the cork): Well, this last week I will make you unforgettable.
Carl came out of the kitchen with the empty pot. Seeing Lisa's failure to deal with the cork, he put down the pot.
Carl: Let me do it, miss.
She gave it to him. He took out his own "professional" auger and screwed it into the cork to extract the stopper. Then neatly wrap the wine bottle with a napkin and pour the wine, and then put the wine bottle back into the barrel after the wine is poured. Lisa opened her purse and took out some banknotes and handed them to the waiter.
Lisa: These are even the taxi fare.
Carl (put it in your pocket regardless of the amount of money): Thank you, Miss Fremont. (He picks up the heating pot) I wish you a happy meal, Mr. Jeffries.
Jeff: Thank you.
Carl climbed a few stairs and left, the camera still facing Lisa and Jeff. She picked up two glasses of wine and approached Jeff. She sat on the window platform and passed his wine glass. We noticed that the sky outside the window was quite dark, and many apartment windows were brightly lit. The two of them toasted silently, sipping the wine in each hand. The camera pushes forward until the two are framed in a compact double lens.
Lisa: I really have a good day!
Jeff: Are you tired?
Lisa: Not tired at all. This morning is a sales meeting. Then I went to the Waldorf Hotel and had a quick meeting with Madame Duvrigne, who had just arrived from Paris, to get some internal business intelligence while drinking. Go back to the Twenty-One Hotel and Harper Market Magazine for lunch-ordered this dinner by the way. Then there are two autumn fashion exhibitions, which are twenty blocks apart. Then I will have a cocktail with Leland and Slim Hayward because we want to bring them to the next exhibition. (Softly, looking up at Jeff) Then I have to rush home and change clothes to get here.
Jeff (so seriously, like a heart-to-heart between girlfriends): Tell me-what clothes Slim Hayward wears?
Lifen (really): Her clothes make people look cool. She wore a mint leaf green... (She laughed softly, stopped the conversation, and looked at Jeff with an annoyed look. Take a sip Jiu then said) You are still harassing me, think about it, I stuffed three good things about you in the column today.
Jeff smiled but didn't answer.
Lisa: You can't buy this kind of publicity.
Jeff: This is good news.
Lisa: Maybe someday you want to open your own photography studio here.
Jeff: How do I manage it from far away? For example, from Pakistan.
She put down the wine glass and moved gently along the window sill to a place closer to him. The camera is pushed forward. She looked up at him seriously and frankly.
Lisa: Jeff-is it time for you to settle down in the country? You can choose a job.
Jeff: If only there is something I want to do.
Lisa: You choose a job you want to do.
Jeff (can't seem to believe her): You mean to let me leave this magazine?
Lisa: Yes.
Jeff: Why?
Lisa: For yourself—and for me. (She adds a serious sentence) I can get you more than a dozen jobs tomorrow... Fashion photography, portrait photography...
Jeff's soft laugh interrupted her.
Lisa (feeling offended): Don't laugh at me-I can do it!
Jeff: This is what I worry about. (He stares somewhere in the space) Can you imagine me-driving a jeep to the fashion salon, with thick-soled leather boots under my feet, with a beard that hasn't been shaved for three days?
Lisa: I can imagine you wearing a dark flannel suit, beautiful and stylish.
Jeff (staring at her); let's stop talking nonsense, okay?
She stood up and the camera pulled back.
Lisa: I'm going to bring out dinner.
She walked around behind him into the kitchen.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, close-up view at night,
Jeff sighed, relieved, and then looked thoughtfully at his legs. He stayed like this for a while, and then seemed to forget his own thoughts, and looked up to see what might happen in the neighborhood outside the window.
We saw Lisa's vague figure behind him, and she took a folding table into the room and opened it.
Exterior view, neighboring courtyard, night,
Zhongyuanjing Jeff noticed an apartment that we hadn't seen before. This is the house of a single woman in her forties. She lives alone. Her suite is located downstairs from the salesman's suite with his sick wife.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, at night, close-up
Jeff is very interested, leaning forward and looking forward. We can see Lisa blurring behind him, she is spreading a tablecloth on the folding table.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, at night, the mid-to-long range
camera moved closer to the woman in the window, and we could see the object that Jeff was paying attention to more clearly. She has a thin body and an ordinary appearance. She is putting on makeup in the mirror right now. She turned a little and took a pair of photo-frame glasses, put them on and looked in the mirror. She took up the lipstick and applied her lips carefully. After putting on makeup, she took off her glasses and watched her image in the mirror. She stood up and shook the hem of her dress, admiring the person in the mirror. But her chest is flat and her dress hangs down, unmoving. She raised her face to look at the reflection in the mirror again, and then walked towards the sitting room, as if preparing to entertain guests.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, at night, close-up
Jeffrey reached for a glass and sipped champagne, his gaze shifted slightly while staring at the scene in front of him.
Exterior view, neighboring courtyard, night, mid-to-distance view
The camera moved slightly and aimed at the window of the single woman's sitting room. There is a small table with candles in the room, and two knives and forks are placed on the table. The single women walked into the room with a smile. She walked to the entrance of the suite and opened the door, making a gesture of welcoming an imaginary guest. She pretended to be polite and thoughtful and kissed the guest gently, took his hat and placed it on a chair. Then he asked him to sit down at the dinner table and walk into the kitchen outside the painting to retrieve a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She sat down and poured two glasses of wine, and raised her glass to greet the imaginary guest sitting opposite.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, at night, close-up
Jeffrey smiled sympathetically and subconsciously raised his wine glass to agree. In the background, Lisa placed a pair of candles on the folding table and walked back to the kitchen.
Location, in the neighboring courtyard, at night, the
lonely woman in Zhongyuanjing finished her first glass of wine and poured another glass for herself. She took a sip and smiled at the imaginary customer opposite. She put down the wine glass, her smile faded, and her head lowered. She suddenly leaned on the table, buried her head in her arms, and began to cry.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, at night, close view
Jeffrey holding a wine glass, looking at the window sympathetically. He didn't notice Lisa standing behind him, but also watching the little play.
Lisa: This is what people call "the lack of men's depression."
Jeff (nods in agreement): "Ms. Lonely Heart. "At least you never worry about it.
Lisa: Oh? Can you always see my apartment on 63rd Street from here?
Jeff: It may not be clear. But we have a small apartment here, maybe It’s as lively as your apartment. (He points to it) Of course you remember the dancing girl.
Both of them looked to the left.
Exterior view, neighboring courtyard, night, mid-range view
The dancing girl's dual-purpose kitchen room, now tidy up a little more decently. A Chinese-style four-folding screen is cleverly blocked in front of the refrigerator. All the kitchen utensils have been collected now, replaced by small furnishings to decorate the facade, and the whole room is shrouded in soft lighting. The dancing girl wore a cocktail dress, showing all the advantages of her figure, especially when she leaned over to deliver snacks to the three distinctive men, it made them feast their eyes. She is a perfect hostess, energetic, charming, and gives a little personal grace to each guest. Her demeanor here is graceful, which we didn't notice when we saw her this morning. Three male guests stared at her every move with envious eyes. One of the three guests was dressed in a black evening dress with slightly gray hair. He was a celebrity from Long Island, New York, and the other was wearing a gray flange. A beautiful young actor in a fleece suit, and another in a dark blue suit with a thin white woolen cloth. He may be from Wall Street. The last two can talk vigorously. The young man in a gray suit took out the newspaper clippings from his pocket and showed it to another young man on Wall Street. Seeing that the third guest's wine had been consumed, the dancing girl took the wine glass and walked to the window to pour the wine for him. The man in the black dress glanced at the other two guests and approached her. He stood by her when she was facing the wine. He looked at his watch impatiently, said something to her, as if complaining that it was too late. She turned and kissed his cheek lightly, as if asking him to wait patiently. This kiss did not calm him, but provoked lust. He hugged her shoulder and kissed her cheek forcefully. She turned to look at him, the two looked at each other, and then she allowed him to kiss her lips for a long time without attracting the attention of the other two men. She looked at him with admonishing eyes and asked him to return to the other two men.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, night view, close view
Jeff (turns his face and smiles to Lisa): Well, it seems that she picked the richest and most powerful one.
Lisa: She didn't fall in love with him—neither did she fall in love with any of them.
Jeff: How do you know-how do you know from this distance?
Lisa: Didn't you say that this is like my apartment? Didn't you say it?
She gave him a meaningful look. The camera moved forward to a close-up of Jeff alone. He pondered her last words, then moved his gaze to the other direction.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, at night, the
curtains of the newlyweds' suite in the middle scene are still tightly closed, and there are lights in the room.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, at night, close-up view
Jeffrey looked at the closed curtains with a friendly smile on his face. His eyes slowly moved from the newlyweds’ suite to the neighbor on the right. He found something of interest, and he stared, his expression gloomy.
Location, neighboring courtyard, night, mid-range
salesman's suite. The living room and bedroom appear on the screen. The salesman finished the dinner and loaded it on a tray from the kitchen through the living room and into the bedroom. His sick wife sat up on the bed and he put the tray on her lap. He put two pillows behind her to make her sit more comfortable. She did not express her gratitude, but was busy examining the contents of the tray. Her expression shows that she is not satisfied. And everything is wrong. She didn't want to eat these, and they didn't make the right taste. She began to blame him. He replied first, then decided to ignore it. He walked out of the bedroom, into the kitchen, and reached out to take a bottle of wine from the closet and pour a glass for himself. He went back to the living room to listen to the movement. The sick wife began to eat unhappily. He gently picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, at night, close-up
Jeffery is engrossed in the live show, he leaned forward.
Outside scene, in the neighboring courtyard, at night, the medium shot
camera was pushed closer than the previous scene, and we could see that the salesman was waiting for the call to connect. The other party answered the phone. We saw that his expression changed immediately. He relaxed and smiled gently. His voice is so soft that it may be defensive from being heard, because he glances at the bedroom door from time to time. His wife noticed him on the phone in the bedroom. She gently removed the tray, got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door. She is standing behind the wall where we can't see.
Then, apparently she suddenly opened the bedroom door, because we saw her arm stretched into the living room and pointed at the husband who was calling. He hurriedly said something and hung up the phone. She walked towards the bedroom angrily. She returned to the bed and her husband followed. She was smiling, and he answered her angrily. She sat down on the bed while laughing. The more she smiled, the more annoyed his expression, and the harder she smiled. He finally walked out of the bedroom, through the living room, and poured another glass of wine into the kitchen. He stood in the kitchen suppressing his anger, and he curled up the wine glass tightly, almost crushing it.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite, at night, close-up view When
Jeffrey watched the live play, the piano sounded. His attention shifted from the salesman's suite to the birthplace of music-the composer's suite.
Location, in the neighboring courtyard, at night, Zhong Yuan Jing
saw from the large window of the composer's suite that he started to compose his song again, but the melody of the song has already developed at this time. The whole song has begun to take shape, and it makes people feel that it will be a very beautiful and moving work.
Interior view, Jeffreys' suite, night, close view
Jeffrey listened to the composer's music thoughts. When Lisa's voice came, he turned his head to look at her.
Lisa (walking out of the kitchen): Where does the music come from?
Jeff turned the wheelchair around, and the camera quickly pulled back. Lisa approached with a large plate of French lobster.
Jeff: Oh, the songwriter. Live in the apartment with big windows. He lives by himself, maybe he has a sad marriage history.
Lisa (put down the food): The music is so charming.
She pulled a chair and sat at the folding table. We saw that the indoor lights had been turned off, leaving only the light of two small candles on the dining table.
Lisa: This song seems to be made for us.
Jeff (not malicious): No wonder he didn't write so smoothly.
There was a disappointed look on Lisa's face, but she quickly returned to normal, looking at the dining table.
Lisa: At least you can't say it's not for this dinner.
Jeff (looking at her seriously): Lisa, supper is perfect. (Looking at the food on the table indifferently) As usual.
The joy on Lisa's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyes to look at the countertop. Then slowly moved the lobster from the big plate to Jeff's plate.
Dissolved
interior scene, Jeffreys' suite, at night, the mid-range
camera shoots the sofa bed from behind Jeff's shoulder. Lisa leaned on the sofa bed. Only one light behind Lisa's head was on in the room. They were having a heated discussion, and Lisa strengthened her tone of voice with her hands, legs and body posture.
Lisa: There won't be such a big difference between humans and human lifestyles! All of us have to eat, drink, laugh, sleep, and put on clothes...
Jeff (raising hands): I said, that's it...
Lisa (curling one leg and pointing his finger at him): If you All that is said is that you don't want to tell the truth to me, but you want to cover up. Then maybe I can understand...
Jeff: I didn't cover up. But it's...
Lisa (don't let him interrupt the conversation): It really doesn't make sense. How different is here and there, or wherever you go, why can’t one person live in two easily?
Jeff: Some people can do it. Can you let me explain now...
Lisa (ignore him): What you did was run from here to there and take pictures. It's like a tourist spending an endless vacation.
Jeff: All right. This is your opinion. You have the right to keep your own opinions, but...
Lisa: You think it's ridiculous that only a small group of special, self-contained, pretentious people can do your thing.
Jeff (I really can't help it): What I said is a simple and clear truth. I can explain it, but please shut up for a while!
Lisa lay down on the sofa bed and watched him without speaking for a while.
Lisa: If your opinions are as unreasonable and rude as your words, I don't think I want to listen.
In the foreground, Jeff's hand stretched out and made a deterrent gesture.
Jeff (to calm down): Lisa, be less irritable, okay?
Lisa (with anger coming up again): You can't get used to here—I can't get used to there. According to you, people are born, grow up, and die in the same place...
Jeff (croutly): Lisa! You shut up!
She turned sideways angrily to look at the space in the room.
After being quiet for a while, Jeff started again in earnest.
Jeff: Have you ever had rice with fish head?
Lisa: Of course not.
Jeff: You have to eat if you want to be with me. ——Have you ever tried to protect yourself from freezing in a C-54 transport plane at a height of 15,000 feet in a freezing temperature of minus 20 degrees?
Lisa (not looking back): Oh, I do this every day, as long as there are a few minutes after lunch.
Jeff (ignore it): Because the things you photographed made some shameful things public, so you shot you cold, made a car accident, and knocked you out at night with a sandbag. Have you ever experienced this?
Lisa refused to answer, obviously annoyed by this unrelated question.
Jeff: These high heels are really useful in the jungle—and your nylon stockings and six ounces of silk underwear...
Lisa (corrected immediately): Three ounces.
Jeff: Well, they will be the most fashionable in Finland-especially before you freeze to death. Do you understand what I mean?
She finally turned around and looked at him.
Lisa: I know at least one thing, and that is that the dress must be appropriate.
Interior view, Jeffries's suite. At night, a medium shot
camera followed Lisa's shoulders and followed her body stretched on the sofa bed to take a picture of Jeff in the wheelchair opposite. Jeff seems to think of some past experience.
Jeff: Uh? You try to buy a raincoat in Brazil. You can't even buy it when it's not raining. (Squinting to look at her) Lisa, people in my business only carry a box. Is there any convenient means of transportation? This tool is your home. You sleep very little and take a bath. Sometimes you eat something that you can't even see when they are alive.
Lisa: Jeff, you don't have to say everything so disgusting on purpose to show that I was wrong.
Jeff: If deliberately, I would deliberately speak better. (Thinking about it) Let's face this reality, Lisa... You weren't born to live this kind of life. Few people can survive.
Lisa (realized that I can't talk about him): You are so stubborn that you can't argue with you.
Jeff (flame): I'm not stubborn! I'm telling the truth!
Lisa (sarcastically): I know. A noble person without you will say that this is a long vacation-and then I will wake up in the cruel reality of disillusionment.
Jeff (really angry): If you plan to speak harshly, I'm happy to accompany you!
Lisa got up from the sofa bed and the camera panned. She turned her back to the camera and walked into the room.
Lisa (listeningly): No-I didn't plan to do this. (She turns to him) This is the conclusion. If you refuse to stay here, I cannot go there with you.
Jeff (looking at her with concern): There is no alternative.
Lisa: Do you think that none of us can change?
Jeff: It seems that no one can change at the moment.
Lisa started picking up her things around the room, preparing to leave. She put a comb and other things in her handbag. She picked up the shawl. Talking while doing these things.
Lisa (simply): I am in love with you. I don't care what you rely on for your living. But how much I want to be a part of your life.
Jeff opened his mouth to say something, then restrained himself, saying nothing.
Lisa (packing her things, stopping): When I found out that the only way I could be a part of your life was by subscribing to a copy of your magazine, it was frustrating-it seems that I am not myself The girl in my mind.
Jeff: The problem is not with you, Lisa. The whole city is in your palm.
Lisa (looking at Jeff): It doesn't seem to be the entire city. (Wraps the shawl around his shoulders) Farewell, Jeff.
Jeff: You mean "good night".
Lisa: Whatever I say.
Jeff's eyes chased her up several stairs to the door. He blurted out and called her, and the door opened from outside the painting.
Jeff: Lisa! (She turns around from the half-open door) Can we keep it as it is?
Lisa: Does the future remain elusive?
Jeff (try to pretend to be polite and nonchalant): Well, when will I see you again?
Lisa (standing at the door): I'm afraid I won't see each other for a long time. At least, wait until... (she smiles) tomorrow night. (With a smile and gently closes the door)
Interior view, Jeffries's suite. At night, the
polite expression on Jeffrey's face disappeared, and he became confused and depressed. He reached for the telephone and dialed. The call is connected.
Genningsen (the voice in the microphone, the same below): Hello.
Jeff: Is it Genningson?
Genningsen: Yes. Is it you, Jeff?
Jeff: It's me.
Genningsen: What's wrong?
Jeff: The word to use is "everything" is wrong. I said, what time does my plane take off on Tuesday?
Genningsen (worriedly): Jeff...
Jeff (not letting him go on): I don't care where the plane flies, as long as I'm on it.
Genningsen (pauses, listlessly): Okay. Indochina. Tuesday. We will pick you up.
Jeff: That's pretty truthful. Good night, old man.
Genningsen: Okay.
Jeff hung up the phone and looked at the door where Lisa had just left. He is not very happy.
Jeff turned back to the window. He lit a cigarette and quietly smoked the cigarette and lo
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