text / [United States] David Lynch
translation / Li Xiaogang
location, night, Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills, Mulholland Lane is
dark. A highway with heavy traffic can be heard in the distance. Then, I heard a car moving closer—its headlight illuminates an oleander bush and the outline of a tree. Then, the front of the car turned, and the lights instantly illuminated a street sign with the words "Malholland Lane" written on it. The car turned again at the sign, and the sign disappeared into the darkness again.
(Switch)
Location, night, Mulholland Lane.
We continue to follow this car-a black Cadillac limousine-breaking through the darkness of the Hollywood Hills and driving onto the Mulholland Lane. There is only this car on the road. We gradually approached it...
(switching)
Interior, black Cadillac limousine,
two men in dark formal suits in the seats at night . In the back seat is a young, beautiful, deep-haired lady. She sat close to the car door, staring thoughtfully into the darkness outside the window. Suddenly, she began to look straight ahead. The car turned slowly to the side of the road.
Ms. Shenfa: What are you doing? Don't stop here... the
car still stopped-straddling the kerb and the shoulder, this is a corner that can't be illuminated by any light. The two men turned to the lady—
Driver: Get out of the car.
(Switch)
Location, Mulholland Lane,
two cars at night -one is a convertible, the other is a very new style car, roaring towards the corner where the Cadillac limousine is parked. Both cars were crowded with crazy young people. The two girls leaned out from the skylight of the car, their long hair fluttering backward in the wind.
The two lanes of the Mulholland Lane were occupied by these two cars. Their speed was dizzying, and it gave the impression of passing by the road.
Alternating interior and exterior, Cadillac limousine
The driver sitting in the driving seat pointed a pistol with a silencer at the lady. The man in the passenger seat has gotten out of the car. The woman in the back seat was holding the seat with one hand and the door handle with the other, as if she was about to weld herself to the seat. It can be seen that she is very scared. The man who had gotten out of the car tried to open the door of the back seat, but the door was locked. He smiled and opened the front door, leaned in and pulled up the latch of the back door, then pulled the back door open. Just as he leaned towards the lady, the lady's face was suddenly illuminated. She turned her gaze to the front of the car. The driver with the gun just turned his face away, that is, at the same moment his face was illuminated, the new small car full of young people had already crashed into this Cadillac premium sedan. With the sound of metal and glass crashing and breaking, the two cars became one. The convertible had already passed by unconsciously. The driver of the limousine was killed immediately, half of his body was outside the windshield. Another man became the solder that welded the two cars together. The lady was thrown to the front seat, and the smoke mixed with dust and stones choked her. The two cars that were instantly riveted together were like a catastrophic moving sculpture that was climbing a hill. After moving forward for a certain distance, they stopped obliquely. Then, everything fell into silence. Dust and fog rose, and flames shot up from the car's body. The lady asked the stairs to get out of the Cadillac and stood on the road. There was no expression on her face, and the wound on her forehead was bleeding. After standing for a while, she grabbed her handbag and walked through the bushes into the dark as if she was not awake.
(Stacked)
Location, Hollywood Hills. Later, the
lady at night was walking down the slope, trekking amongst the entangled desert plants. There was the sound of a siren not far away. As she was walking through a forest, she ran into a coyote head-on, barking at her. She screamed and raised her handbag and waved. The coyote backed away, but was still barking. The lady gave it up, she rushed towards the coyote; the coyote dodged aside. The lady fell to the ground. Although the sound of the siren increased, we could still hear her heartbeat. She stood up and ran wildly among the trees. When she ran out of the woods, she found herself in a position where she could have a bird's eye view of the entire night scene of Los Angeles. She began to stumble down the mountain.
(Dissolve)
Hollywood streets, later, night
The lady came down the slope and found herself on Franklin Street. A small car with the headlights on roared past, and the lights illuminated her face. The expression was both scared and horrified. She didn't know where she was or where to go. She crossed the road in a frenzy and followed the sidewalk into a residential area.
(Dissolve)
Exterior scene, Hollywood street, later,
this lady crosses Sunset Boulevard at night . At this time, a police car with warning lights on and sirens was approaching Sunset Boulevard. She hurriedly disappeared into the shadow of another residential area. Another car drove onto the street where she was and drove towards her. She instinctively stuck to the trunk of a big tree until the car drove past.
(Dissolved)
Location, Hollywood streets. Later, the night
seemed to be hunted down in a foreign country. This lady desperately sneaked into another street in a residential area. A pair of drunk men and women came towards her from the other side of the street. She fled the sidewalk and bent into the bushes in front of an apartment. The couple didn't see her at all, and walked over staggeringly. She probably felt safe in the bushes, and she fell asleep with her head down, exhausted.
(Dissolved)
Exterior scene, Mulholland Drive, the
wreckage of the night car is full of police and medical staff. Two detectives, Harry McKnight and Neil Domgold (both in their 40s and 50s), were gazing at the accident scene illuminated by police searchlights. A special forensic vehicle arrived with an ambulance. After the ambulance slowed down, the sirens screamed. The forensic car also changed to slow cruises. Two detectives, Harry McKnight and Neil Domgold, were still staring at the scene. They don't look at each other. There has been no expression on their faces for a long time-
Detective Harry McKnight: Did you feel it?
Detective Neil Domgold: Yes.
They continued to stare-
Detective Neil Domgold: Sammy thought Cadillac was parked on the shoulder of the road... the man on the road saw two cars racing... and then this blind corner.
Detective Harry McKnight: Two men... Two guns from Cadillac.
Detective Neil Domgold: The lads found this on the back seat floor of Cadillac.
Neil raised a plastic bag with a pearl on a necklace.
Detective Harry McKnight: Yeah, they showed it to me.
Detective Neil Domgold: It might not matter.
Detective Harry McKnight: Maybe... Did the child who died in another car wear a pearl necklace?
Detective Neil Domgold: No. Maybe someone fell on the car.
Detective Harry McKnight: I think so too.
Detective Harry McKnight turned and crossed the Mulholland Drive. His gaze began to search every blade of grass on the shoulder of the curb—including every barren bush nearby. He slowly raised his head and looked at Hollywood under the mountain, shining like a galaxy. The more I look at it, the more confused it becomes.
(Switching)
Location, Hollywood streets,
the bang of the iron gate at dawn awakened the lady. The light at this time just made her see an elderly red-haired old woman, carrying a suitcase to the side of the road, and a delivery truck with an open door was parked there. When the truck driver appeared, he was carrying two suitcases in his hands. He put the suitcases beside the car, and returned to the house with the red-haired woman through the iron gate. The lady in the bush moved her body so that she could peer into the courtyard in front of the apartment building. She watched the red-haired woman and the truck driver enter the house, and then came out with more luggage.
They did not close the door of the apartment when they came out again. When the red-haired woman and the truck driver loaded their luggage in the cargo compartment and the back seat of the cockpit, they turned their backs to the lady in the bushes. This gave her a chance. She quickly got up, walked through the yard, and entered the door of the apartment. .
(Switching)
interior view, apartment, time of daybreak
The lady entered the living room, where there was a big suitcase. She walked inside the room again, curled up in a corner of the kitchen. She heard footsteps through the yard and into the house. Listening to the red-haired woman and the truck driver moving the big suitcase out; how they passed the yard, how they carried the big suitcase onto the truck, she could hear them clearly. She heard the footsteps of the red-haired woman returning to the apartment again. The old woman seemed to turn around every corner, and then walked towards the kitchen. The dark-haired lady looked up at the emptiness, and the old red-haired lady walked over to her right, picked up a bunch of keys from the kitchen counter, and walked out of the apartment again. Hearing the sound of the door being locked, she relaxed, collapsed on the kitchen floor, and passed out.
(Switch)
Interior, Hollywood, Danny's restaurant.
Two well-dressed men in the morning , Herb and Dan (both in their early 30s), are drinking coffee at the same table. Herb had finished his breakfast, but Dan didn't even touch the bacon and eggs in front of him—it was obvious that he was too nervous to eat. A smiling blond waitress put a name tag with "Diana" on their table and walked away again.
Herb: If you are not hungry, why do you want to have breakfast?
Dan: I just want to come here.
Herb: Come to Danny? I didn't intend to talk more, but why is it Danny?
Dan: This is Danny's restaurant.
Herb: I know it's Danny's restaurant. But why?
Dan: It seems embarrassing, but...
Hebb: Say ah, go on.
Dan: I have dreamed of this place.
Herb: I really have you.
Dan: You know what I mean...
Herb: Well, you mean you dreamed of this place. Tell me about it.
Dan: That's it... This is already my second dream. Both dreams are the same... I was here at the beginning, but it was neither day nor night. It seems to be in the middle of the night, a bit like now, but without these lights, but I can't describe how scared I am. Everyone is standing by the counter over there. You are in both dreams, and you are terribly scared. I was even more scared to death when I saw you, and then I realized what was going on-there was a man... just behind this restaurant. He is alone... he is the one who caused all this. I can see him through the wall. I can see his face, and I wish I would never meet him again outside of my dreams.
Herb looked at Dan in silence to see if he had finished talking. Dan looked around nervously, looked away, and fell on the food that he hadn't touched yet—
Dan (continued): That's it.
Herb: So you have to come and see if he is still there?
Dan: Get rid of this scary feeling.
Herb: All right.
Hebb got up, picked up the bill, and went to the cashier's counter to check out. Dan Duan sat still.
Hebb glanced back at Dan when he was waiting to find the money, and it happened that Dan was also turning his head to look at him. From Dan's perspective, the position where Hebb stands at this time is exactly where he stands in the dream. Herb also felt this strange atmosphere. He turned around and looked for the head, motioned Dan to go with him. Dan stood up reluctantly, followed Herb and moved out of the door.
(Switching)
Location, Danny's restaurant
Hebb stopped. He was waiting for Dan to lead him.
Dan: Right here.
Dan led Herb through the front door of Danny's restaurant and turned into a narrow alley leading to the back of the restaurant.
They started walking along the narrow alley, passing a pay phone fixed to the wall on the way. The closer he got to the back of this building, the more he sweated. The red brick wall slid backward little by little.
The camera gradually moved towards Dan. Beads of sweat slid down his face. He found that breathing had become difficult. Hebb followed closely behind him, unable to see the fear on his friend's face, but Hebb felt a little bit himself. The red brick wall has been left behind them, and they are at the end of the alley—the corner is close in front of them—and they are about to step onto the corner of the open space.
Suddenly, a man--a face...a faintly scarred face quickly flashed out from behind the corner, and stopped-frozen like a blank photo-staring into Dan's eyes.
Dan's body tilted back and all his breathing stopped. He fell to Hebb, who was trying to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't. Dan suffocated and fell to the ground like a dead piece of lifeless wood-his eyes widened with fear.
Herb looked up—the man was gone. He looked down at Dan's situation-
Herb: Dan! ... Dan! Are you OK? ... Dan!
He knelt down and put his hand on his friend's neck to try his pulse. He put his ear to the nose and mouth of his friend again to see if he was breathing. His friend is dead.
Herb (continued): My goodness!
(Dissolve)
Exterior view, Los Angeles Airport.
Sunlight shines on the airport buildings through mist during the day . A huge jet plane landed.
Interior view,
a blonde girl at Los Angeles Airport came to us with an old lady. Until the entire screen was filled with the blond woman's face, her footsteps kept on, and her face was still the focus of our eyes. This is an extremely splendid face, her gaze has been looking around, as if she couldn't see enough. She couldn't believe that she had arrived in Los Angeles, the city of dreams. She and the old woman passed under a sign that said "Welcome to Los Angeles." The girl always smiled when she looked around, as if all the details made her excited.
(Switch)
Location, the Los Angeles Airport
girl and the old lady came to the exit with their luggage. An old gentleman meets up with the old woman. They stopped at the taxi stand. The old woman grabbed the girl's hand--
Old woman: It's time to say goodbye, Betty. It's great to travel with you.
Betty: Thank you, Irene. I was so excited and nervous. Thanks to you talking and laughing along the way.
Irene: Remember now, I'm waiting to see you on the big screen.
Betty (smiling): Okay, Irene. There will be such a day.
Irene: May you shine, Betty. Take care of yourself, but be careful.
Betty: Okay, I will. Thanks again.
Betty and Irene hug each other. The old gentleman nodded to Betty and took the old woman away. Betty watched them with a smile. Suddenly someone came to grab her handbag. She turned her head violently and found that one of the taxis waiting in line had stopped in front of her. She turned her head back again and beckoned to Irene, who was stuffing luggage into the carriage.
Taxi driver: Where to go?
Betty (smiling excitedly): Havenhurst, No. 1612.
Taxi driver: Understand!
After they got into the car, they each closed the door. The car started.
(Switch)
Location, the streets of Los Angeles. During the day
, Betty in the back seat moves to the right side of the seat for a while, and then to the left side of the seat for a while, so that every building, every tree, and every signboard can be seen in full view. Every time she crossed a street sign, she read out the words on the sign aloud, as if those street names had some magical power to her. She saw La Tihra, La Cienega, Venice Avenue, Biko Avenue, Olympic Avenue, Wilshire Avenue, etc., and so on, until the fountain turned to the right. When the taxi turned left and Betty saw Havenhurst, her heart beat faster. In the middle of the block, the taxi leaned to the side of the road on the right and stopped. Betty looked at this house built in the golden age of movies. This will be her new home... It's an old apartment-style building with a beautiful courtyard.
(Switch)
Location, Havenhurst 1612
The driver took Betty's luggage from the car and put it on the sidewalk beside her. It was only when paying the car fare that she kept her eyes off the building for the time being. The driver got the money and drove away.
Betty picked up her luggage and walked in, just like dreaming. She entered the garden through the ornately decorated iron gate. Only then did she see a fountain spraying water in the middle of the yard, which was very beautiful. There was a small sign on the right hand side of the door with the words "Administrator", and she pressed the button next to the sign.
The one who came to answer the door was an old woman who was very old but could still see the charm of the past. She was wearing heavy makeup and a burning cigarette was stuck in the silver cigarette holder in her hand. Unexpectedly, the sound coming from the dark curtain of the still closed iron gate was so harsh—
Manager: Hey... bet you 10 yuan for Betty.
Betty: I am Mrs. Lanoi. You are Mrs. Ranoi, right?
Mrs. Lanoi: Use my lifetime guarantee, dear.
Betty: Nice to meet you.
Mrs. Lanoi: You can call me Koko... Everyone calls me that. Stay here and don't move, I'll get the key.
Betty: Okay, Koko.
Koko returned with the key, opened the iron gate, and took a deep breath of smoke. Turning around and walking into the garden, Betty picked up the luggage and followed behind. When Keke spoke again, smoke kept coming out of her mouth with every word she
said—— Keke: I guess it was your grandfather, right... he asked me to take care of you. Say you are on the way, tell him as soon as you arrive. Good people... I heard that they grow crops.
Betty: Yes, he grows corn.
Keke: These days, even the fucking Hollywood grows a lot of corn.
Betty: Oh, I...
Koko: No need to say it. It's all written on your pretty face. You are here to be an actress. I just want you to remember that there has never been a great poem named "Nipple and Butt".
Betty: I...
Coco: You may not remember her, but Louise Bonner lives on 26 above. When she was not drunk, the acting class she gave was really damn good.
Betty: Are there many famous actors and actresses living here? I am asking you seriously.
Koko: Sweetheart, all great actors will show up here from time to time.
The background music here is disturbing and changes from weak to strong.
Keke (continued): People say that in the spring season, when the wind sends the scent of jasmine, you can feel the existence of each of them.
Betty; I think I'm in the right place.
Keke: My dear, you can't even know a little about it.
The background music fades. Keke suddenly lowered his eyebrows and looked down. There was a pile of dog dung on the pebble ground in front, and he turned his head angrily to the second floor of the apartment-
Coco (turned into a shout when he spoke again): Wilkins! ... (no one responds) ... That dog shit here again, I have to use its ass for breakfast! !
Koko turned to Betty-
Koko (continued): You have no pets, do you?
Betty: No, I didn't raise it.
Keke: That's good. It's not that I can't raise them, but I don't like them... The reason is obvious. A man who once lived here raised a kangaroo that won an award for fighting. You can't imagine what that kangaroo did in this yard... Let's go and see your aunt's room... That's a good place.
Betty: I can't wait, Koko.
(Switch)
Interior view, apartment, bedroom.
A dirty and wrinkled black dress, a pair of shoes, a small handbag and underwear are scattered in the bedroom. These are obviously the dark-haired lady's. The camera moved away from these things and turned to the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, the deep-haired lady in the shower was vaguely discernible. At this time, there was the sound of twisting the lock to open the door. We saw through the glass that the person in the shower made an action. The water jet from the shower head disappeared. We even heard her holding her breath. From her stiff posture, she was listening. .
(Switch)
Interior view, apartment, living room
As soon as Betty came in, she was shocked by what she saw. There are souvenirs related to movies everywhere, as well as highly decorative furniture, antique oriental carpets, brass-colored floor lamps and fireplaces bordered with floral tiles. She put down the handbag and continued to look around—
Betty: It's hard to believe!
Koko: I have already told you.
Betty: Wow!
Koko: I guess you and your aunt have reached some consensus. So this is the key, if you need it, just squeak. (Hands the key to Betty) The people in the apartment are getting along well with me, otherwise they wouldn't live here. If you want, I will take you to say hello later. It's okay if you don't want to. Don't forget the garden on the top floor, up the stairs we just passed. It is open to all residents, and the entire Hollywood scenery can be seen from there.
Betty: Oh Koko, thank you. Thank you so much.
Keke: Yes! See you later, dear.
Koko closed the door when he left. Betty began to wander around the entire room. After looking around in the living room, she bent into the kitchen again. After coming out, the oil paintings and posters in the aisle made her stop for a while. She went into the bedroom. When she saw the gorgeously carved headboard and footboard, she smiled when she faced the huge bed. When she noticed the dirty clothes on the floor, she frowned first, then leaned in and took a closer look. Straightening up and shrugging her shoulders, she went into the bathroom. All the accessories here, from the floor to the ceiling, are reminiscent of the old style of the 1930s. Leaning close to the mirror above the washbasin, she smiled again at herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she realized something was wrong, and opened the shower cubicle. The naked, beautiful, dark-haired lady suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Betty: Ouch!
She quickly closed the partition door.
Betty (continues): I'm sorry. Aunt... Ruth didn't mention to me that someone was here. I am very sorry.
Dark-haired lady: Nothing.
Betty: I'm Ruth's niece. My name is Betty. I think he must have told you about my coming.
There was silence.
Dark-haired lady: There was an accident. So here I am.
Betty: I understand. I saw that pile of clothes. I... I'm sorry. You should be fine, right?
There was another silence.
Betty (continues): What happened?
Dark-haired lady: It's a car... a car accident.
Betty: Are you hurt?
Lady with dark hair: It should be fine. I just want to take a shower.
Betty: Oh, my god. I am sorry. I should let you dress. Let me sort my luggage first.
Betty walked to the Luo room door, and when she was about to turn around to close the door, she stopped and asked.
Betty (continues): What is your name?
Close-up of dark-haired lady. Her eyes widened with fear. It can be seen that she is struggling to think-looking for an answer to this simple question.
Betty (continued): Sorry. I'll leave for a while, and we'll talk later.
(Switch)
Interior view, apartment, bedroom
Betty unpacks her luggage in the bedroom and puts her belongings in the closet and closet drawers. Some of her aunt's things are still there.
Interior view, apartment, bathroom. The
dark-haired lady looks at herself in the mirror. She looked away, swept over things like shampoo, beauty cream, and stopped on a poster for Gilda starring Rita Hayworth.
(Switch)
Interior view, apartment, bedroom and
bathroom door opened, and the dark-haired lady wrapped in a bath towel came out. She was drying her hair with another towel at the same time. She and Betty are looking at each other.
Lady with dark hair: My name is Rita.
Betty: Hello... Are you working with my aunt?
Rita: No... I...
Betty: I... I mean... I... Actually, it's none of my business.
Rita: She has very beautiful red hair... I think she is a very kind person.
Betty: Yes, of course. She let me live here while she went to Canada to film, I guess you know it. I won't be able to live in such a place even in another million years, unless of course I am discovered and become a movie star. Of course, I’m more likely to be a great actress and not a star, but sometimes people end up having both. That’s what I’m here to do. I guess I don’t say you have to ask. of. Sorry, I'm just so excited... I mean, I just came from Iowa and now I'm in this dreamy place. You can imagine how I feel.
Rita: I think I was injured.
Betty: Oh...
Betty walks to Rita—
Betty (continued): Sit down...
Betty let Rita sit on the bed, and leaned down to check Rita's head and face—
Betty (continued): Where did you hurt?
Rita pointed at the top of her head near her forehead. Betty opened her hair and looked closely, and found the wound, the blood stopped flowing, but there was a large bruise around her.
Betty (continues): We have to see the doctor.
Rita: No.
Betty: But, it can be serious.
Rita: No... what I need is a sleep.
Betty: If you have a concussion, sleeping is not good.
Rita: I'll be fine once I sleep. I need to lie down and sleep for a while.
Betty: Okay. But... I want to check it for you.
Rita fell asleep soon after lying down. Betty leaned down and listened to her breathing. She pulled a blanket and covered Rita, who was still beautiful after falling asleep, and then left the room.
(Switching)
location, downtown Los Angeles, low-rent office building, daytime
Looking up at the office building from a street perspective, you can see that it is dilapidated and dirty. In some rooms, there are shelves with cheap toys on them. There is also a large-print slogan on the window, saying "office rental", followed by a string of phone numbers. The camera stays on a window on the 6th floor.
(Switch)
Interior view.
There are two people in the office on the 6th floor , Joe and Ed. Joe was leaning over the shelves full of things. He is about 30 years old. He looks like an outdated heavy metal rock singer, with no buttons on his denim shirt, a round-neck vest next to his body, a pair of overalls, and a pair of motorcycle boots. There are silver studs on the black belt around the waist. He held a cigarette in his mouth and laughed loudly at what the man at the table said. The laughter sounded very kind, and the smile was very contagious.
The man at the table, Ed, wears a sturdy black suit. If it weren't for the blond hair with a shawl, he looked like a standard businessman.
Joe: Oh, buddy, it's really unheard of... there will be such an accident... who can think of it.
Ed: True or false...how, you look good. Always good?
Joe: Oh, it's not great, Ed. Do something for others to do.
Ed: Break even, huh?
Joe: That's difficult.
Ed: Yeah, look at me... It's not easy for anyone to get through these years.
Joe: Oh, it's not that bad. I said, don't you have some trouble again?
Ed: It's a fate. Didn’t you laugh after listening to it?
Joe: Yeah, it's really funny.
Joe seemed to be rubbing the itchy meat on his back, and he leaned in front of Ed at the table as he rubbed it. Joe was looking down at something on the table—it was a crumpled little black book.
Joe (continued): Look, this is it... Ed's famous black book.
Ed: Yes, the history of the world written by phone number.
What Joe scratched on his back was not the itchy meat, but a silent pistol. He held the gun against Ed’s temple at a very fast speed and pulled the trigger—Ed’s brain was broken everywhere: the table On, on the carpet, on the wall. The melon seeds of the lightened head slammed on the tabletop, and the blood began to flow out with tears and tears. Joe threw the cigarette butt out the open window behind Ed, wiped the gun with a handkerchief, and put it in Ed's right hand. He put Ed's index finger lightly on the trigger. But his movements were a bit heavier, and the gun went off. The bullet shot into the thin wall of Ed's office. Then came the exclamation of the next door.
Joe (mutters extremely dissatisfied to himself): Oh, what a fuck!
Probably out of the idea of "do nothing and never stop", Joe walked out of Ed's office with a grievance, and walked slowly along the corridor, listening to which room the movement in the house came from. After confirming, he pushed open the door of Ed's next office and found a fat woman who was wide and fat was howling like a pig, and at the same time, her hand was covering her ass. Joe sighed and came to her, covering her mouth with his hand, to cover the harsh sound first. When the woman realized that the visitor wanted to drag her out of the office, she opened her eyes wide and tried to knock him away. Joe's foot tripped on the computer cable floating on the floor, and then fell backward, and the fat woman also fell with him. As a result, he fell hard, and hit heavier, the bottom of Qiao Cha Out of breath. The woman took the opportunity to smash Joe's face with her fleshy fist. Joe slammed a fist, and the woman threw her shell back on her back. Joe dragged the fainted fat woman to the door. After dragging, he finally reached the door of Ed's office. As soon as he was about to enter, Joe noticed that at the end of the corridor, a man with a commercial vacuum cleaner was looking at him. Joe stopped and shouted at the man—
Joe (continued): Hey, buddy. She was badly injured. Come and help me. You have to call the hospital... the
man hesitates... not sure about what's happening in front of you.
Joe (continued): This is not a joke! Come here! Man! I can't get it alone...
Joe pushed the woman into Ed's office while holding the woman and glanced down the hallway. He saw that the man was pushing his heavy vacuum cleaner towards this side, from the thick and dark pile on the floor. Judging from the power cord, it is 200 feet long. Entering the room, Joe used to fall the woman between Ed's table and the bounce on the wall. The woman immediately started howling again, as if she was about to stand up from the floor. Joe took the gun from the corpse's hand and tried to pull the trigger, but the woman turned her body in a half-crouched position.
Joe (continued): No, no, no. You have to turn around.
He grabbed the woman and slapped her face, forcing her to turn back to her original direction. Before she could turn back, Joe quickly ran to Ed's table and pulled the trigger. Just as the two particles shot from the silent pistol hit the back of the woman's head, the man pushing the vacuum cleaner also entered the door. The firearm in Joe's hand flashed again, and the man was shot in the chest. When he raised his hand to cover his chest, he accidentally pressed the switch of the vacuum cleaner. With the hum of the vacuum cleaner, Joe dashed forward and caught the man the moment he fell into the corridor. Joe dragged the man into the room, who groaned and scratched his chest, his body getting weaker and weaker. At this time, the vacuum cleaner on the threshold made a harsh roar. Joe shot the last bullet into the vacuum cleaner that was heavy and didn't want to run idling. It must be the bullet that caused the wrong wiring of the circuit in the machine, and the insurance of the entire building burned, otherwise all the lights would not be extinguished at the same time.
Joe (with resentment): Oh... fucking!
He heard human voices now—someone yelled in the corridor—
yelling: Damn it...what's the matter? Why is there a power cord here? It's a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner must have burnt.
Joe wiped the pistol again and put it back into Ed's hand, not forgetting to put his index finger on the trigger—don’t worry about it this time. He picked up the black book, turned around, climbed out of the wall from the office window, and slipped along the rusty escape ladder.
(Switch)
Interior view, Century City Building, meeting room, daytime
There are three people at the conference table, Raymond Hot (Ray), the president of the production company, in a sturdy blue suit; Vincent Darby, the senior vice president, in a sturdy green suit; Robert Smith ——The manager in charge of discovering rookies, a stiff brown suit. Ray and Mr. Darby sat at the top of the conference table, and Robert Smith sat on the side of the table. A young man-Adam Kescher-came in and sat down beside Robert Smith with an air of indifference and arrogance. His upper body is an old jacket with a checkered shirt underneath. Although fashionable but rumpled and obsolete, his lower body is a pair of dark blue slacks, and he wears a pair of brown men's leather shoes with wavy flaps. It's also old. When he sat down, he was still twirling an old-fashioned "7-iron club" golf club.
Adam: What's the problem?
Lei: No problem.
Adam: What do you idiots ask me to do? ...I'm making a film.
No one said anything for a while. A man came in through the back door, leaned over and bit his ear with Mr. Darby for a while and handed him a note. Mr. Darby looked at the words on the note carefully.
Mr. Darby (to the man who just came in): Which one did you use last time?
The man who had just entered pointed at the note.
Mr. Darby (continued): Okay, then try the following one.
The man nodded and went out.
Lei: I'm afraid he is still sad at that level.
Mr. Darby: Check it out.
Adam: Hey...who am I talking to?
Robert Smith, who was sitting next to him, twisted his body nervously in his seat——
Robert Smith: You know, Adam...some suggestions have to be made...I know you would be happy to hear suggestions, as long as they are here. If everyone asks you to do that.
Adam: What is this mess?
Robert Smith: There is a suggestion that can be considered... You have to prepare to change your lead actress, I... (glanced at the two sitting above) We want you to be more open-minded.
(Switch)
Exterior view, Century City,
an office building with steel and glass as the main structure during the day . Two men in dark suits got off a car and walked towards the building. The angle of view of the lens goes from low to high, all the way to the top of the building.
(Dissolved)
Interior view, office building.
The two people came out of the elevator during the day and passed under a golden sign inlaid with the words "Ryan Entertainment". The camera followed the two of them down the wide corridor, with heavy carpets on the ground, and golden wood and glass on the walls on both sides shining brightly. The two entered the meeting room through a golden wooden door facing each other.
(Switch)
Interior view, meeting room, during the day
two men in dark suits walk in like the masters, Ray, Mr. Darby and Robert. Smith got up immediately, only Adam was sitting still. The nearest Mr. Darby stretched out his hand, but held nothing. The two men in dark suits were seated as if no one was sitting beside them, and they didn't mean to say hello at all. One of them opened the suitcase. Ray introduces——
Ray: Ah...Brother Castillane. Allow me to introduce to you...please...sit down (the invitee is already seated)...you know, Mr. Darby, this is director Adam Kasher, and this is his manager, Robert Smith .
During the introduction of Lei, the Castillane brothers didn't even lift their eyelids. They only took out a photo from the suitcase and placed it in front of Lei. The picture was a girl.
Lei (continued): Ah... what a beautiful girl.
The girl in the photo is really good-looking, she is that kind of unique style. Adam had an unfamiliar expression, and because of this, he became more and more uneasy. His manager, Robert Smith, looked at everything in front of him, too panicked.
Mr. Darby (looking at Brother Castillane inquiringly): Can I get something to drink for the two of you?
Luigi Castillane: Espresso.
Vincenzo Castillane: No.
Adam: Uh... what's the matter with this picture?
Mr. Darby (pick up the photo): ...a cup of strong coffee...no, that's what I want. (Put the photo down to brother Castillane) I think I can have delicious espresso this time... I did a little research and know what you like... This one is very well received.
Adam: What's the matter with this picture?
Ray (to Adam): A candidate...recommended to you—Adam's candidate.
Vincenzo Castillane: Not a candidate.
Luigi Castillane: This is the girl.
Adam: What girl? What is it for? What is going on, Ray?
Ray, who was still making a smile, turned to the Castigliane brothers-
Ray: We are happy to take her into consideration... You will be satisfied to see the huge benefits contained in it.
Adam: What interest? ! At least 6 top actresses want this role.
Luigi Castillane: This is the girl.
Adam: Ray... you'd better weigh it.
Robert Smith: Hold on... Hold your breath, Adam.
Adam: Stay calm! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! There is no door, impossible! ! !
Luigi Castilla’s espresso came, and the man who delivered the coffee was the man who had just come in. He put the coffee in front of Luigi, took a step back, and stopped. No one said anything in the room for a while. Luigi, staring at the espresso, spoke quietly—
Luigi Castillane: Napkin.
The person who brought in the coffee (leaning over to the speaker): Excuse me?
Luigi Castillane: Napkins.
The person who brought the coffee in: Oh, of course. Hold on.
The coffee maker went out. Luigi looked at the cup of strong coffee. Vincenzo stared at Adam. Adam, unwilling to show weakness, glared back at the stare. The person serving the coffee came back with a napkin in his hand, and he put the cloth napkin next to the coffee cup.
Coffee-server (continues): Anything else, sir?
After waiting for a long time, no one paid any attention to him, and the coffee drinker retreated.
Adam's eyes were no match for Vincenzo, so he turned to the coffee cup. He found out from the surrounding light that both Ray and Darby were staring at the coffee cup.
Vincenzo still stared at Adam.
Luigi first squeezed the napkin, flattened it on his left hand, took the coffee cup in his right hand, placed it on the napkin in his left hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip. The expression on Luigi's face gradually showed subtle changes, and then he was vomiting. With his mouth open and his tongue sticking out, he let the strong coffee drip onto the napkin. He stayed in this position and waited until all the coffee flowed down his tongue onto the napkin-
Luigi Castillane: Urine!
He stood up.
Ray: I'm sorry. This is highly recommended...
Mr. Darby: This is one of the best espresso coffee in the world, sir.
Luigi stood there and stood still. A thin thread protruding from the left chest of the jacket caught his attention, and he stuffed it inside. Vincenzo closed the lid of the suitcase, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, stood up, and put the handkerchief back in his pocket.
Adam: Wait a minute! ! What's going on here?
Vincenzo looked at Adam like a cloud of air.
Adam: There is no way for this girl to play on me!
silence.
Luigi Castillane: This is the girl.
The Castilian brothers began to step outward. Adam stood up, shaking with anger.
Adam: Hey! ! ! This girl can't make my film! ! !
Vincenzo Castillane: There are no more films of you.
Adam's face was pale, and he poked there like a piece of wood. Brother Castillane went out. The golden wooden door closed behind them, and Adam began to roar—
Adam (roaring): You have to solve this, Ray! ! !
Lei: I will find someone to talk about it.
Adam (turning to his manager): You'd better go find someone to talk about...otherwise you will find another client, Bei! I smell the weird smell in it! ! (Turning to Lei again) The ugly thing is ahead, Lei, I don't know who the bullshit is here. Don't even want to touch every meter of film I have taken in the basement. The only person who can approach them is me! !
Robert Smith: What a...catastrophe (turning to Thunder) What you told me is that they only need to replace a girl, nothing more.
Adam: Why don't you tell me, Robert? That's what I mean... You pit me out! I will never come here again. (Stands up) I'm leaving... I'm the director you don't want to lose... Come and clean up this mess!
Adam dinged and walked out of the room.
Lei (gets up): But... I didn't expect it to be like this.
(Switching)
Location, Century City, office building,
Adam came out of the office building with his golf club during the day . A waiter took the parking ticket in his hand. Adam, who was still in a rage, was waiting for the car and noticed a limousine with an extra-long body parked next to him, with the tall driver leaning against the door of the driver's seat.
Adam's car is coming-an old Porsche. Before getting into the car, Adam asked the waiter-
Adam: Did Brother Castillane get out of that car?
Waiter: Those two in dark suits?
Adam nodded and walked to the limousine. The driver watched him approach, noticed the golf club, and showed some doubts on his face.
Adam: Brother Castillana?
Driver: Not bad!
Adam: That's good.
Adam raised the cue stick and smashed it towards the windshield. Two dents appeared on the front block, and another headlight was damaged when he lifted the stick and fell. The limousine driver rushed towards him. Adam laughed loudly, ran to his car, and drove off.
(Switch)
Interior view, Aunt Ruth’s apartment, during the day and later
Betty stretched out her limbs and half-lying on a leather sofa in the living room. There were leftover sandwiches and some crumbs on the plate on the coffee table next to her. She is on the phone—
Betty: No, grandpa, you might not believe it. It's more beautiful than I dreamed... She didn't leave much food. The refrigerator is full... Aunt Ruth said she was settled and talked to me on the phone... It was really smooth. A lady next door just gave up the first lesson for a crappy boy. She treats me very well. Maybe she will invite me to her house anytime. This is no better than Bel Air, the people who live here are very rich...I will. Everyone tells me to be careful, but I really like it here, grandpa. Thank you for helping me get here...yes, that's not bad. I love you. Say hello to grandma. Give her a long kiss for me. Okay, I love you, grandpa...bye.
Betty put down the microphone, took a big bite of the sandwich, spread out on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, chewed, and smirked. She suddenly remembered Rita—she had promised to look after her. She jumped up from the sofa and ran to the bedroom.
(Switch)
Interior view, bedroom,
Rita is still sleeping during the day . Betty leaned down and found that Rita's breathing was normal. Touched her forehead, everything was normal, and she quietly left the bedroom.
Inside-out, apartment, during the day
Betty washed the dishes in front of the kitchen sink and poured herself a cup of coffee. Holding the coffee, she walked into the yard and strolled over to a white iron table near the door. After she sat down, she stretched out in the afternoon sun. The sound of playing blues music on a saxophone came from a room in the apartment. She is drinking coffee and listening to music.
Several birds flew overhead. She took another sip of coffee. The blues music is soft and slow. The phone in the room rang. Betty returned to the living room with coffee and closed the door. Around the leather sofa, grabbed the microphone——
Betty: Hello... Aunt Ruth! ! I can't tell you how happy I am. Your home is amazing! Oh yes... Keke... really has a personality. I really like her...that's too bad...waiting for the plane is the last thing. What? small plane? ……Oh I see. How far is it from Montreal? ...Okay, I hope you have a good night's sleep... I heard that Hudson Bay is beautiful... Oh, yes, I hope you have your padded jacket ready (laughs). Are you talking about an interview... Wally Brown... She didn't mention it, he will telex the script to Koko? Oh, why am I suddenly nervous...well, Aunt Ruth...I will work hard. I will thoroughly understand those lines until I master them thoroughly. Yes, whether it's on your large leather sofa or carrying a cup of coffee into the yard like a star, I won't let it go (laughing). Oh! Your friend Rita is here, and I was taken aback. She was in the shower when I opened the door... Rita... what do you mean? She had a car accident...your friend Rita. No, Keke brought the key. No, they didn't meet. She is sleeping right now. No, she's very friendly... I'm sure there is a reason, Aunt Ruth... I don't think it is necessary to do that. do not worry. I can solve it. Yes, I will let you know. Where can I...well, I'll go to Keke for it. No, please don't worry... Thank you for letting me live here. You gave me such happiness...Thank you, thank you, please don't worry... Aunt Ruth, we don't need the police yet. I will call you when you get to Hudson Bay. Don't worry... Don't worry... Goodbye, Aunt Ruth.
Betty slowly put down the microphone. Sit there and listen for a while. She stood up quietly and walked to the bedroom. She stopped as she approached the bedroom door: she saw Rita sitting on the edge of the bed crying silently. Betty entered the bedroom. Rita looked up, her eyes full of despair.
Betty (continued): You woke up... I think I misunderstood. I thought you were here because you knew Aunt Ruth. I just talked to my aunt on the phone and she asked me to call the police.
Rita cried, lowered her head, and covered her face with her hands.
Betty (continued): Rita?
Rita (cries louder): I... I'm sorry. I...
Betty's heart softened—
Betty: What happened, Rita?
Rita (still swallowing): I am... I... Oh, no... I thought it would wait
until I wake up... I thought I would be able to... Betty knelt down in front of her-
Betty: Yes What's the problem?
Rita (said crying): I don't know who I am.
Betty: What does this mean? You are Rita.
Lilong (crying and saying): I am not. I don't know what my name is. I don't know who I am! !
Betty saw the small handbag next to Rita's clothes. She grabbed it and handed it to Rita—
Betty: This is your bag. I'm afraid your name is in it.
Rita took the handbag as if suddenly frightened. She was hesitating. Looks like something is worried. She looked at Betty with helpless eyes.
Betty (continues): You want to know, don't you?
Rita: I... yes, but... I...
Betty: Open it!
Rita opened the zipper on the handbag. I just opened it a little bit, and because there were too many things inside, the zipper broke by itself-it was all 100 yuan in cash. We learned afterwards that the total amount of the money was 125,000 US dollars.
Both Rita and Betty held their breath. They looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on the money. Rita dumped the stacks of bills in her bag on the bed. Reached to the bottom of the bag and took out the only thing left-a blue key. Betty noticed that Rita's expression turned into a kind of fear (it can be seen that this blue key is made of high-quality heavy metal, not much like a door key).
(Switch)
Interior view, office building,
Lei walks in a closed space covered with carpets during the day . He climbed up a flight of stairs. There is a golden gate without any decoration. After Lei entered a string of numbers on a cipher set by the door, the door opened automatically. Lei entered the door, passed a narrow passage, and stopped in front of a narrow elevator door. He entered the password again, the elevator door opened, and when Lei entered, the elevator door closed. Lei waited, and a woman's voice came out of the horn—
woman's voice: Who is it, please?
Ray: Raymond Harris...20743.
The elevator began to rise. After stopping, the elevator door opened automatically, and Lei walked into a windowless reception room. Here was a beautiful woman of Italian descent sitting on a huge, golden, modern, fixed Behind the table on the ground.
Receptionist (said softly): You can go in directly, Ray.
Lei walked to a golden wooden door and waited. The receptionist pressed a button behind her desk—with a buzzer buzzing, the doors retreated to each side, and a huge windowless office appeared. The four walls are covered by heavy and gorgeous curtains.
As soon as Lei entered, the two doors closed behind him. Ray took a few steps forward before stopping. Only then did we discover that the entire office was separated by a wall made of glass, with an intercom and the like installed on the wall. In the space over the glass, there is a man sitting in an ordinary-looking, golden, wooden, modern wheelchair without any mechanical devices. This person is basically a paralyzed person except for his right hand and head. The suit on his body is made of materials we have never seen before. Standing in the shadow behind him was clearly his servant.
Lei: Good afternoon, Mr. Rock.
Mr. Rock stared at Ray silently.
Lei (continued): Do you want to replace him?
Mr. Rock was still staring.
Ray: I know they said...
Mr. Rock: How?
Lei: Well...I think that's also a problem...not big, but that means we have to...
Mr . Rock: What?
Lei: Stop everything... Is it everything... Do you want us to stop everything?
silence. Ray was a little at a loss. He tried to understand Mr. Rock's silence. Can't understand, he can only wait. But Mr. Rock didn't move much except staring at him.
Lei (continued): Then we will stop everything.
silence.
Ray turned around. When he walked to the door, the door opened, and when he went out, the door closed again.
(Switching)
Location, Century City, office building, during the day
, Vincenzo and Luigi stared at the dilapidated limousine, neither speaking nor expressing. The car driver suddenly raised his hand and gestured to a car that had just driven into the lane. He turned to Brother Castillana-
Driver: Another car has arrived, sir. Please allow me-the
driver opened the rear door of the new car, then went around the rear of the car and opened the door on the other side. The new driver got out of the driver's seat—
driver (continued): This is the car key. Go directly to the garage. They are waiting for you there.
When the Castillane brothers got in the car, the driver closed the door. He got into the driver's seat by himself and drove the new car up the main road in front of the building.
(Switch)
Pink Hot Dog Shop, Baiyao,
two men, Joe (the man who killed Ed in the 6th floor office building) and Billy, another raunchy delivery man with rock musicians, I was with a girl, Lenny, who was naturally beautiful but disheveled, waiting for their spicy hot dog. In fact, "disorderly clothes" may be too serious. The girl's upper body is a short-sleeved tight-fitting pullover, her lower body is a pair of black overalls, and her feet are a pair of large leather boots.
Billy: Yes, that's right. See what happens.
Joe: No, no, no, I told you. There is absolutely no problem. Everyone is extremely happy.
Billy: My next delivery point is over there, so I have to go there quickly.
Joe: You are really free.
Billy: Take a look at her, nothing else.
Joe: Really, why?
Billy: Let her not get into trouble, nothing more.
Spicy hot dogs are here, and they pay.
Billy (continued): Can we eat in the car?
Joe: What's the matter?
Billy: Nothing... I just don't like it like this... the open air.
Joe: You guy has always done so much. Okay, Billy, let's get in the car with your hot dog.
The three of them walked to the van. Joe's eyes fell on Lenny.
Joe (continued): Are you sure you don't want to eat anything?
Lenny (hesitatingly): Not here...Thank you.
Joe: No cocaine or something?
Lenny: No...but thank you...I would like to smoke a cigarette if you have one.
Joe: No problem. Take it in my shirt pocket.
Lenny took out the cigarette and lit it...
Joe (continued): Has there been a new girl on the street recently?
Lenny (just inhaling a big puff of cigarette): Nope. I didn't see it anyway.
Joe: Is there anyone with dark hair...maybe he was beaten?
Lenny: I didn't see it...
Joe: You'll take care of me, right, dear?
Lenny: Of course.
Joe patted her ass when she got in the car—
Joe: Of course you would.
(Switch)
Interior view, Mr. Rock’s office. During the day, Mr.
Rock is still sitting in the wheelchair in the center of the huge dimly windowless office. His footman stood silently in the shadow behind him. The phone fixed in the wheelchair rang. Mr. Rock pressed one of the densely packed buttons under his right hand, and a very delicately designed microphone rose from the armrest.
Mr. Rock: Uh?
We can see clearly now that the receiver is on his ear.
Mr. Rock (continued): Thank you.
He picked two buttons on the remote and pressed them one by one. We heard a dial tone and then a ringing tone.
(Switch)
Interior, somewhere, a dark elegant room, at the same time
We saw the back of a man, and looking over his shoulder, we could see the telephone that was ringing. The man grabbed the microphone and leaned close to his ear—
man: Hello.
(Switch)
Mr. Rock's office, and
Mr. Rock: I still haven't found her.
We vaguely heard the sound of "Kera" hanging up the phone. Mr. Rock pressed the button, and the microphone was retracted into the armrest.
(Switch)
Interior, somewhere, in the dim elegant room,
we saw the man's back again. He dialed another number again and brought the microphone close to his ear. We heard ringing, and then the "Kera" when answering the phone.
(Switch)
Interior, somewhere, a messy low-end kitchen, and at the same time
we can only see a black wall-mounted phone and a corner of the greasy and dirty kitchen. The microphone has been taken off, but we can only see the telephone line extending beyond the screen, and we cannot see the person answering the call.
Man with hairy arms (outside the picture): Talking...
(switching)
Interior, somewhere, the dark elegant room
is the back of the man again.
Man: Same.
(Switching)
Interior, somewhere, a messy low-end kitchen, while
drawing by a man with hairy arms, the microphone was put back into the hookswitch, and then taken down again. The hairy man with the microphone dialed a new number...
(switching)
Interior scene, somewhere, on a blue table, and
on the brightly lit table, a stylish-looking telephone rang softly. A hand reaches into the picture-this is a woman's hand. The complexion is very white, almost transparent. The fingers are slender and a bit too long, and the red nails of the ten fingertips are slightly curved. She pressed a button on the phone, and it rang the low, crisp, most fashionable phone ringtone at the moment.
(Fade out)
Interior view, Aunt Ruth’s apartment, during the day
The camera pulled from behind the close-up of Rita's face, and we saw Rita and Betty sitting on a leather sofa at a distance, their eyes fixed on the floor. They have been sitting like this for a while.
Betty: Okay...what do you want to do? I mean... what do you think?
Rita: What do you mean?
Betty: I mean... if you can't remember anything, I mean, even if you forget everything up front, you have to have an impression, right?
Rita: I don't remember anything. I only remember the crash...I told you...I still remember the glass...Sometimes I still remember...For example, go here. Now I only remember this place and you. that's it.
Betty: But how do you remember how to talk?
Rita: I don't know.
Betty: Can't remember the others anymore?
Rita: Yes. (Covering eyes with hands) I can't distinguish some things...some things...I can't describe them. (Extremely wanting to express but unable to express) Something is there... but I... here.
Betty pondered Rita's words. After all, her sanity is clear.
Betty: The money. Can't you remember where it came from?
Rita: Uh, uh.
Betty: Think about it...the money...the key...you can't remember anything?
silence.
Rita: The money...I have no impression...The key...It makes me feel...scared.
(Switch)
Beverly Hills, city street,
a new ordinary car comes to us during the day . The speed of the car was not fast, and the two men in the car were wearing dark suits and dark sunglasses. It can be felt that they pay more attention to sidewalks, roadside houses and vehicles parked on the side of the street. Obviously, they are looking for people. The car passed in front of us and drifted away. At this time, Adam drove his Porsche from another alley onto the street in front of us. Our eyes started to follow him again.
Adam drove up a street lined with palm trees.
Adam: The office.
The voice call was immediately connected to him. The one who answered the phone was his secretary-
Secretary: Adam Kescher's office.
Adam: It's me. Where is Cynthia?
Secretary: She is on the scene of the filming. I'll call you, sir.
It was another string of ringtones, and someone answered—
the caller: Scene No. 1.
Secretary: Paul, Mr. Kescher is looking for Cynthia.
Paul: Got it, dear, everything here is messed up. I will try to find her.
Adam waited for a while, and Cynthia spoke-
Cynthia: Adam, where are you?
Adam: How's it going, Cynthia?
Cynthia: They closed the studio. Let everyone go home.
Adam: What did you say?
Cynthia: They fired everyone.
Adam: Who fired everyone?
Cynthia (begins to cry): It was Ray...then they closed the studio...no one left. You better come here, Adam!
Adam: No.
Cynthia: You have to talk to Ray, you have to solve this problem.
Adam: I want to go home.
Cynthia: Go home? ! Meet me in the office. We have to do something...you have to do something too, Adam!
Adam: I want to go home, Cynthia.
Cynthia: Adam, this is not like you. Please come to the office. We can definitely figure out a way.
Adam: I want to go home. I will call you again.
(Switch)
Location, Havenhurst 1612,
location shooting during the day .
(Switch)
Interior view, Aunt Ruth's apartment, daytime
The two girls were still sitting on the leather sofa as before, but this time they were silent with their own thoughts. After a while...
Betty: I'm thinking about where you are going.
Betty's words echoed in the air. The camera slowly moved towards Rita, as if she was about to remember something. Suddenly—
Rita: Mulholland Lane.
Betty: Mulholland Lane?
Rita: That's where I am going... Mulholland Drive.
Betty: The accident may have happened there. The police station must have records. Let's make a call.
Rita: No... I don't want to...
Betty: We can call anonymously... Find a pay phone... Just ask if there has been an accident.
Rita sat there, still worried.
Betty (continued): Just do it. Just like in the movie. Let's pretend to be irrelevant people. I also want to go around. When I arrived in Hollywood, I didn't watch anything. Come on Rita. Don't you think this is a good idea?
Rita: Okay...but...just to see.
Betty: Just to see if there have been accidents in the Mulholland Drive.
Rita (still hesitating): Okay.
Betty: Come on... see what to wear.
(Switch)
Aunt Ruth's bedroom, when
Betty brought a piece of clothing from Ruth's closet in front of Rita during the day , she couldn't help laughing.
Betty: It's terrible... My aunt's wardrobe looks like Miss Marple. (Noting Rita's puzzled look) She is a scruffy female detective in a British movie.
Rita followed Betty and smiled. Betty turns back and walks to the closet—
Betty (continued): There are some good things here.
She found a pair of khaki pants-
Betty (continued): Try them. Put on one of my T-shirts and sandals.
(Toggle)
Location, Bel Air, Adam's home When
Adam drove the car into his driveway, he found a cleaning company's truck blocked in the garage door. After getting out of the car, he walked to the truck and saw the words "Jean" and "Clean" written on two lines on the front door. The sound of footsteps behind him made Adam look back. A smiling Japanese came over and bowed to him—
Japanese: Ah, sir... Do you remember me. I am Tian Ke, your gardener. I haven't seen you for a long time. Glad you are back.
Tian Ke stretched out his hand, and Adam shook hands with him.
Adam: Hello Tian Ke. That's because I always stay away during the day. Nice to see you again. The garden is well cleaned.
Tian Ke bowed, smiled and nodded, and went back to work. Adam walked towards the house.
(Switch)
Interior view, Adam's house.
Adam enters the door during the day , puts his club into the golf bag by the door, and then looks at every corner of the house. You can see the swimming pool outside the floor-to-ceiling windows from where he is standing, but no one is seen.
Adam (calling loudly): Lorrain... (louder) Lorrain... are you at home?
He heard a little movement, the sound of something falling to the ground. He walked in the direction where the sound was made. He found that this was the bedroom. His face darkened, and he approached the door of the room. When he pushed open the door abruptly, he heard a voice again—
Lorland and the cleaner were lying on the bed—
Lorland: Now, you know!
Cleaner: I didn't see anything. This is wise.
Lorraine: What are you doing here?
Adam froze for a moment. Then, he walked to the closet, opened one of the drawers above, and took out a big box from the inside.
Lorraine (continued): What are you going to do?
Adam was holding the box and just walked out.
Lorraine (continued): That is my jewelry! ! !
Adam left the bedroom, turned a few turns, and went into the kitchen, looking around-what he was looking for, he hadn't figured out what to look for.
(Toggle)
Interior view, Adam and Lorrain’s bedroom, during the day
Lorrain is dressing at the fastest
speed—— Lorrain: This beast!
Cleaner: I'm afraid he is in a mess, Lorraine.
(Switch)
Interior view, Adam’s kitchen,
Adam leaves the kitchen during the day and enters the garage again. He turned on the light and looked around. He found several paint cans on the shelf by the wall, grabbed one of them, and went back to the kitchen. He heard Lorrain calling his name. The cry was getting closer. He put the box and paint on the floor, knelt down, and opened the paint can with the car key. The moment Lorrain rushed into the kitchen, he poured the whole can of light red paint into the jewelry box.
Lorraine: What are you—what—what! ! ! ? ? ?
He reached into the paint and jewelry to mix. Lorrain threw on him——
Lorland (continues to scream): Stop! ! !
Lorraine began to pull Adam's hair and slap his face. Adam jumped up and pushed Lorland away with his painted hands. Just as Lorland fell on his back on the countertop of the cabinet, the cleaner followed. He grabbed Adam, forced him to face him, and with his tanned fist, he gave Adam a full face.
Cleaner: Treating your wife like this is not okay, buddy. No matter what she did.
Regardless of the blood coming out of his nose, Adam got up and wanted to fight back. The cleaner made another straight punch, and Adam fell to the ground again. This time he smashed the jewellery box and was covered in paint. He was picked up by the cleaner and dragged to the door.
Lorraine: Throw him out! <
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