He asked him, how are you, something to drink. Are you afraid.
Thirty years later, he was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, hearing his footsteps and imagining what he looked like back then.
Opening his eyes, he also said long time no see, would you like a cup of tea? How are you doing.
Thirty years ago, all the light was on him, he was the butcher of Mayfair, he was everything.
He fights the world for him, acts as the shadow behind him, does everything he dare not do, and uses ruthless means.
Thirty years ago, it was raining that day, and they had just finished seeing Lennie Taylor. As he was driving, he saw the other person's eyes concentrating on him, and he took off his tie pin, saying that you liked this and gave it to you.
He sat in the passenger seat, took it carefully, buttoned it gleefully, and smiled shyly, like a child.
Thirty years ago, he was by his side, he always wore a white shirt, ruby clasp, gold watch, Italian handmade leather shoes.
Thirty years later, he is sitting across from him, light blue shirt, gold chain buckle, gold watch, Italian handmade leather shoes.
He asked him what do you want, do you want this apartment, do you want these shoes, do you want this tie pin, all for you.
He threw off the thing he threw and said you're crazy, I don't want this apartment, I don't want these shoes, I don't want this broken tie pin.
The broken tie pin in his mouth, he'd worn it for thirty years.
Gold with his initials on it.
Freddie Mays.
FM.
is like a brand, hard, branded on his life, no mercy.
He has walked in illusory light and shadow for thirty years. Give your life, chase, run, wait.
An empty.
Thirty years ago, he met singer Karen in a nightclub. He asked her to call him Freddie, and he listened to her singing.
Thirty years ago, she said he was going to marry me. And he never mentioned it to him.
Thirty years ago, he and she were nearly killed by Lennie Taylor in the street. He watched coldly not far away, but his eyes were wet.
Thirty years ago, he took his revenge, took a machete, an axe, a gun, a chisel, walked out of the garage, in the door, through the hallway, into the elevator, fifth floor, out of the elevator, through the hallway, pulled the bolt, opened the door , shoots his legs. One by one, he took off his jacket, trousers, and shirt, picked up his cold weapon, and chopped the opponent into pieces with a knife.
Thirty years ago, he killed Lennie Taylor, listening to music. The song sang I love you, and you love me.
Thirty years later, when he was released from prison, Karen was old but still alive.
Thirty years later, he still wants to marry her. He still hadn't mentioned it to him.
Thirty years later, he asked him to that familiar apartment, and he kept it spotless, the objects, furnishings, even the surprise engagement she gave him, everything was the same.
Thirty years later, he said I didn't like killing people at all, I hated that feeling, but I had to do it, someone had to do it.
Thirty years later, he described the words of the day Karen was assassinated without a word. He used her tone to repeat i love you over and over again. He pulled the gun and raced it into his hands, leaving his back to him, eyes wet against the sky outside the window.
And he put down the gun, the original Freddie was dead, and he said I was just an old guy in ragged clothes.
He walked away with slow, familiar steps.
Get out of this room, out of his life.
He's Prince, he's superman, he's king fuck'in kong, and he's No.1.
And from the very beginning, he was destined to be alone, and no one cared about his feelings, his sacrifices, and everything about him.
At first, I thought it was just a slapstick gangster drama, with a little dark humor, adding some beautiful and beautiful shadows, and the romance of a man at gunpoint. I was totally wrong.
Even if the narration is not PB, I have to admit that its skills are profound. At the end of the film, when The Good Life sounded, tears turned into a piece, and the banknotes flying on the screen were blurred.
He took off his suit, his shirt, his tie, and no leather shoes.
He gave him the tie pin back.
He burned the notes owed to him.
He lit a cigarette and gave him everything he had given him, habits, memories, emotions...all back to him.
Then jump downstairs.
I will always remember this dialogue.
He sat in his former position, holding a glass of wine, and said solemnly:
"I heard that you are getting married. You are
going to hold a dance and put the shackles of marriage on yourself.
No, I haven't received an invitation yet, don't worry
I may not be able to go, too busy, but I hope everything goes well. Freddy
, I just want to say sincerely, congratulations.
You were released, and all was well.
And then, here's to you."
And there was no one on the other side of him.
【FIN】
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