Trisdana movie script
Text / [Spain] Lu Buñuel, Jules Alessandro
Translated by Huang Tianmin
A panoramic view of a town in a Spanish province (Note 1) from above, with a short title credit on the screen. In the background, a church bell tower is towering, and melodious bells are heard. The story takes place in 1929.
The film unfolds in an open field outside the city. Two women in black mourning came forward. They are Shatna and Trisdana. The former is slender, with a slender figure, about forty years old, dressed simply, with a manly appearance, and looks like a maid. The latter was innocent and still childish, a graceful girl in her mid-twenties, with simple hair and plain clothes—a black dress that was about to wear off, not quite in keeping with her lithe figure. Black veil wrapped her blond hair. The two walked to the foreground towards a group of boys playing football. The camera followed, panning into the backs of the two of them.
Medium shot, they watch a football game in the foreground with their backs to the camera. The teenagers on the field were wearing uniform blue smocks, apparently students from the same school. There is a teacher or sports director who is refereeing. From time to time, he danced the little white flag in his right hand to give orders. The camera pans the player's activity. The strange thing is that I can't hear the shouting of the students, only the sound of footsteps and kicks on the field. Without the usual hustle and bustle on the pitch.
The camera pans to the mid-range of the team. Two students fighting for the ball, this is Shadno and Andoring. Sadeno was about sixteen years old, with a lively demeanor, small but shrewd eyes, and unfortunately a little less, but still likable. Andorin was about the same age as him and had a lively expression on his face, but his stature was slightly smaller than that of Sadeno. Sadeno is dribbling.
A close-up shot of two people dribbling from above. Andoring tried his best to grab the ball and finally succeeded. Sadnor tripped him with his feet in a rage, and Andorin fell violently. The camera tilts up to capture Sadeno's face.
A close-up of Trisdana and Shatna. Shatna is Sadeno's mother.
Shatna (coldly): Hmm... it was him! (she sighs)
The camera returns to the two students. Andorin got up, clenched his fists and walked towards Sadeno. The two sides were aggressive, made a few gestures, and immediately beat them. The athletic director and the principal hurried over to separate them. The headmaster reprimanded Shardnow. He stared at the headmaster's mouth movements, then didn't turn his head, unwilling to "listen" to the headmaster's words, the headmaster turned Sadeno's head over with both hands and faced forward, forcing him to watch his mouth movements.
Principal: We've had enough. Next time this kind of thing happens again, I'm going to slap your ears hard... What use do your ears do to you... Follow me, follow me!
Sadnor gestured violently to defend himself, but the headmaster grabbed his arm and pulled him away. Andorin stared at them, and the other students continued to play football. Medium shot, the camera follows the principal with Shadno, and meets Trisdana and Shatna halfway through, and the principal and Shatner shake hands. Seeing Trisdana's gorgeous face, Shadno couldn't help being stunned, and no one noticed his expression.
Shatna: I always see you being mischievous.
Principal: Sadeno isn't a bad kid... just a little impetuous, but he's still very smart. Sometimes there are some weird ideas.
Shatna: Like a father, like a son... Exactly like his dead father, God punished his soul... Please forgive me for saying this.
Sadeno moved quietly, looking at Trisdana, and then walked away. Shatna introduces Trisdana to the principal.
Shatna: The girl's guardian is Donrop Gredo. She hasn't come out for two weeks and I want to bring her here for some fresh air.
The principal shook hands with Trisdana, who bowed her head shyly.
Principal: Nice to meet you, miss.
Trisdana suddenly turned her head to look in the direction Sadeno was walking.
Trisdana: Sorry. (she walks over)
A close-up of Trisdana and Sadnor greeting. He came over and the two stood face to face. Trisdana gestures to "talk" to Sadeno. He was surprised to see the girl in mourning clothes.
Trisdana (whispering): This is for my mother...she just passed away.
Then she realized that Sadeno wouldn't understand, and turned her eyes to the sky. Sadeno understood, bowed his head in condolences; clasped his hands together, he looked up to the sky in the posture of a dead man lying dead. After a while, Trisdana opened her handbag and took out an apple for Sadeno. He was delighted, rubbed the apple a few times on his coat, and took a big bite.
The camera returns to Shatna and the principal.
Principal: Your child is an adult, and he should not be in this school any longer.
Shatna (sighs): That's right! It's time for him to live on his own.
Principal: He's a talented kid, but his brain is always on the cloud. It's ethereal and absent-minded... But in the future, if you mature and wake up a bit, you can still become a very good craftsman.
Trisdana came back to join them, and Sadeno nibbled on the apple and followed her.
Shatna (to the headmaster): I was babysitting at the Downrops - he got the kids a job.
Principal: Ah! Donald Trump is a man, and people like him are rare these days.
During the dialogue, the screen changed to the street where Trisdana lived, and there was a small square nearby. The camera follows Donald across the square to Trisdana's house. Tang Luopu was about sixty years old. From the appearance, he was a good maintenance person. He was well dressed, even a little too much. Suddenly, he saw something and stopped at the corner, twirling his beard.
The camera shot back and saw a young and beautiful girl on the opposite side, with a basket in her hand and a white cloth over it, walking towards him. Donrop can be seen facing away from the camera in the foreground.
TOMROPE (winking at her): Where are you, my pretty girl.
Girl (disdainfully): Looking for a boyfriend.
Donrop: No need to look for it, baby, isn't this guy already there?
The girl kept walking.
Girl (shrugs): Are you too old?
Donrop: It's not too old... Regardless of age, it's quite useful.
The girl walked away, when a lady came, with a boy of about ten years old, she was obviously a person of status. Madame witnessed Tangrop dealing with the girl, with a look of ridicule and contempt on her face. Donrop solemnly took off his hat and paid tribute to Mrs.
Downrop: Hello, ma'am.
The lady was surprised, but still nodded in greeting. The camera follows Donald to a modest-looking house. The camera shoots up to the front of the house.
Landscaped into the living room of Trisdana's residence. The interior is shabby and the furniture is crooked. There is a balcony facing the street, one door facing the corridor and the other opening to the adjacent room. The floor was littered with cardboard boxes and luggage. Furniture has also been stacked, ready to be shipped. It can be seen that the family is in an undisguised state of poverty. However, from the furnishings and decoration of the interior and the curtains of tables and chairs, remnants of the wealth of the past can still be vaguely seen (Note 2).
Shatna picked up the foxhound sleeping in the armchair. Donrop opened the door and entered, looking around the room. The camera follows Donrop, who walks to Trisdana, who is standing by the window, with a cloth over her head to keep the dirt out.
TOMROPE (looking around) You're not going to take all of this with you, are you?
Trisdana (in a low voice): As you wish.
Donrop walked around the house.
Donrop: These junk can be sold. I don't want to move back...there's enough at home! ... (he shouts) Shatna!
Tang Luopu's eyes were bright, and he seemed to be looking at what was worth keeping. Shatna came towards him.
Donrop: Find someone who collects junk and sell the whole pile... Just keep the sheets that can be used. No need to haggle, I know your temper. As much as people give.
Shatna: Yes, sir.
Shatna still went to clean up. Shaking Donrop turned and walked towards Trisdana. The girl kept listening and didn't dare to interrupt. He remembered that she might want to keep something of himself, and said to her in a softer tone:
Donrop: Is there something you particularly like...
She picked up a small cross to show him.
Trisdana: Yes, this statue of Jesus... Mum had it in her hand until she died.
Donrop took it, glanced casually, and handed it back to her.
Donrop: Well, take it, but keep it in your own room. I'll clear up the superstitions in your head after a while... Do you have anything else you want to keep...
Trisdana: No more.
She put the cross aside.
Donrop: Well, this one plus that piano, I think that's it.
Trisdana: The piano...sold a few months ago.
The camera follows Donrop and Trisdana into her bedroom. Donrop's expression was a little irritable, as if trying to confirm whether she was telling the truth. Trisdana pointed to several sheets of music on the table.
Trisdana: That's all that's left. I think it's better to stay. Who knows? Maybe one day...
Donrop: Well... ah...
He looked towards the place where the piano had been placed, and his eyes fell on the photo frame of the deceased woman, which was surrounded by a black veil.
Donrop: Child, your mother was a kind woman. There was no one like her—but no one as simple-minded as she was.
He took down the photo frame and looked at it pitifully.
Donrop: Your father used to have quite a family business, of course, that was many years ago, and you haven't caught up. When you were very young, the family was already heavily in debt and had nothing left.
He handed the frame to the girl, touched her face and walked away. The camera is on her, and after a moment, it moves to the middle shot of the living room. The camera pans as Donrop enters the door and walks towards Shatna, who is standing in the middle of the room with a frying pan in her hand, tying up.
Donrop: What are you doing with that frying pan! ...I said long ago, don't want any junk.
Shatna: You don't know about cooking, this thing is very useful to me...
Donrop glared, Shatna helplessly put the frying pan in the corner. Donrop's attitude softened a little, and turned to face Trisdana who had just walked in.
Donrop: You gotta get ready, we're leaving soon...
Trisdana looked around.
Trisdana: Are you leaving now?
Donrop: Yes.
Shatna: Do you know what she said? She wants to live here.
Donrop looked at Trisdana, her eyes were downcast, she took off the cloth wrapped around her head, and put a shoulder scarf around her, avoiding Donrop's gaze.
Donrop: Listen to me, child... I can't maintain two homes, and you can't live alone, so...
Trisdana picked up the black veil from the table and prepared to go. Donrop looked at her with pity as if he were his own child.
Donald Trump: Your mother entrusted you to me when she died. Where can you be better cared for? You live with me, who dares to bully you. (He picks up his hat) Come, let's go.
They walked towards the door, and Downrop was the first to go out. Trisdana turned back in front of the door, looked around the old house, and was reluctant to leave.
Medium shot of the street, the camera is on the entrance of the apartment building. Donrop went down the steps and into the street. Trisdana followed. The camera follows. The two suddenly heard shouting and stopped at the corner.
Voiceover: Catch the thief! ...Catch the thief! catch him!
A little hooligan rushed in angrily with a handbag in his hand. Passing through Donrop and Trisdana to a small alley. The camera pans.
Medium shot, a man runs to Downrop from the street where the hooligan escaped. He opened the badge inside his jacket to prove that he was a police officer.
Policeman: Did you see a hooligan escape?
TOMROPE (coldly) Was it a handbag?
Police: Yes!
Donrop raised his cane and pointed to a street, but not the one where the hooligan was fleeing.
Downrop: He ran off that way.
The camera pans, and the plainclothes policeman looks in the direction of the path. Then another policeman came. The plainclothes police pointed to the direction Tangrop pointed, and the two immediately followed the wrong path.
The camera returns to a close-up shot of Donrop; he watches them go away, not without smugness, and Trisdana looks at Donrop in astonishment.
Donrop: Let's go...
Trisdana (bewildered), but...he went that way. How do you say...
Donald Trump: Because he is weak, the weak should be protected.
He was still walking down the street, the camera followed.
Donrop: The police are the representative of the strong, and people like me are on the side of the weak, no matter who they are and what the circumstances are, I will treat them equally. Don't forget this, Trisdana, can't forget...
Trisdana seemed confused about her guardian's theory, but she didn't say a word. The two walked straight away.
The scene is turned into Donald's residence at night. There is a study, dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom and three bedrooms (only two appear in the film), as well as a hallway.
A shot of the living room appears in the scene. A large conference table is nearly dilapidated, and several pieces of carved black wood furniture are luxurious but not practical; there is a magnificent painting on the wall, but it can be seen that several other places once hung paintings; there are two Hanging decorative fencing weapons - blunt, rapier and longswords. Fencing weapons hang from the fireplace, as well as masks and gloves for fencing. Shatna was busy wiping the glass of a large clock, with a small bowl, a sponge, and a rag beside her. The camera pans to Trisdana, who is sitting at the large table wiping a few utensils, with a silver frame with a portrait of a very beautiful woman in a dress from thirty years ago. Trisdana rubbed, and from the look in her eyes it could be seen that she admired the people in the portrait.
Trisdana (sighs): How beautiful...how elegant she is!
Shatna came over and stood behind Trisdana.
Shatna: This is a very noble lady, married to a marquis. Donrope played his old tricks... oh, he did it!
Trisdana (surprised) What did he do?
Shatna: God! ...he provoked her husband to a duel with him. There was a lot of trouble in the city, and it even appeared in the newspapers. ... (sighs) There are very few good people like him, he just shows his true shape when he sees a person wearing a skirt!
The front doorbell rang. Shatna quickly put down the bowl in her hand and opened the door.
She patted Trisdana upside down and picked up the wipe she was using, accidentally overturned a bottle of detergent, and a puddle of liquid flowed on the ground. Trisdana immediately knelt on the ground and wiped it. The camera tilts up to capture Shatna opening the door in the background. Donrop entered, took off his coat and gave it to Shatna. He saw Trisdana kneeling and wiping the floor, and walked forward with disapproval.
DUMROPE (brutally) Get up, Trisdana! You didn't come here to be a servant. You are the hostess here, and Shatna is here for you... Shatna, clean up!
Trisdana stood up immediately, and Shatna wiped the stain. The camera pans Donald Trump as he walks to the fireplace, slumps into an armchair, stretches out and straightens his legs. Trisdana stood next to him.
Donrop: I'm tired, dear. I have walked a lot. Both legs can't be straight.
Trisdana: Do you want me to get you the slippers?
Donrop: Okay, thank you...you're an angel.
Trisdana went out, and Shatna followed. Donrop sighed and was about to take off his shoes.
Trisdana went back indoors, knelt down in front of Donrope, took off his shoes, and placed an old leather slippers in front of him.
Donrop: I don't want to keep you locked up at home. what can we do about it? ...I can't take you to the café, or take you for a walk with my old friend. And there's the matter of mourning...I'll take you to the theater when you forget about it. It's all up to you...
She stood up in front of him, holding a pair of his shoes in her hand.
Donrop: Thank you, little Triss. I tell you...you're such a lovely little girl. I want you to love me like a father.
Trisdana held her shoe in her hand, smiled sweetly, and kissed Donald Trump's forehead.
Trisdana: You've been so kind to me...
Then the doorbell was heard.
Donrop: Damn, I forgot, . . . someone's looking for me.
Shatna crossed the corridor to open the door. Donrop stood up and motioned Trisdana to leave.
Trisdana: Do you wear slippers to your guests?
Donrop: It doesn't matter, it's an old friend.
Trisdana went out through another door in Donrop's bedroom and closed the door. Donrop went to the door leading into the corridor.
Close-up of Donrop, two friends walk through the hallway door into the living room. One of them was grey-haired, and both were well-dressed.
Donrop: Please come in!
Don Kosmee: Good evening, Ropp.
Donrop: Good evening.
Donrop closed the door and turned to face the two guests, who were still standing there in their overcoats.
Donrop: Please take a seat.
Don Kesmith: We don't want to waste your time.
The two were still standing in the middle of the house. During the conversation, Donrop walked towards the fireplace, took down a long sword, and swung it around the room for a while.
Donrop: Well, guys, when will the duel start?
Don Kosmee: Tomorrow.
Donrop: What time?
Don Kosmee: Seven o'clock.
Don Cosmee sat down. Donald Trump continued to circle the room with his blunt sword, while the camera followed.
Downrop: Where?
Don Cosmee: In the woods.
Donrop: How do I get there?
Don Kesmith: We'll pick you up.
Donrop: What weapon?
Don Kesmi: Light sword.
Donrop: What are the conditions for a duel?
Donrop turned back to Don Kosmee. The camera pans accordingly.
Don Keshimi: The party we represent has agreed with the other party that the duel will be stopped at the sight of blood.
Donald Trump (angrily): That's impossible! ...stop at the sight of blood? (He goes back to the fireplace)
Don Kosmee: Yes.
Donrop: You think I'd be a notary for this joking duel? (He throws his sword on the ground) I'm not interested in this kind of circus performance. I don't think that the sword is scraped to keep the honor. (Camera follows Donald Trump) I let the self-righteous young people use their conscience to judge for themselves... Ladies and gentlemen, please don't come to me as a notary for this senseless duel.
EXT. DAY, IN A WOOD. The duel begins. The two sides stood face to face, the deputy standing a few yards from the duelist as prescribed. In the background, the doctor is unfolding surgical instruments, and further away are the cars of the duelists and their escorts. Donald Trump, as a notary public, held two swords, the hilts of which were handed out to both sides. They took up arms, took their positions, and prepared to fight. Donrop took up another sword, ready to intervene if necessary, as the rules required.
Thomrop (solemnly): Two! Prepare! ...Go on, two gentlemen!
The duel begins. The swordsmanship of the two sides is clumsy, but they are evenly matched.
A shot of one side fighting hard.
The other side did not show weakness.
The two sides sprinted against each other, and the battle was in full swing.
Donrop followed closely with both sides of the competition. One side hit the opponent's arm. Downrop's sword separated the two sides of the gladiatorial fight.
Donrop: Stop!
The two stopped fighting immediately. The doctor hurried up and, with the approval of the notary public, examined the arm and shoulder of the injured person.
Doctor: Cut the epidermis. The wound bleeds.
Donrop looked at the two duelists and declared loudly and clearly:
Donrop: The first bleeding... Please state, are you satisfied, or do you want to continue the duel?
The victor glanced at his deputy, then at the wounded, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the other. The injured person hesitated for a moment, and helplessly shook the hand that the other party held out. Donrop couldn't believe his eyes, his eyes were so angry that he could hardly speak, and finally announced:
Donrop: The two sides reconcile. Keep the honor.
People on both sides of the duel were seen shaking hands with seriousness or joy in the distance. Donrop walked away dismissively. The second-in-command, who had been to the Donald's house, approached him.
Deputy: Mr. Downrop, would you like to have breakfast with us? ...should be celebrated...
Donrop gave him a contemptuous look.
Donrop: Celebrate yourselves, you like circus performances. I don't think that the sword is scraped to keep the honor. I'm going to let the self-righteous young people judge for themselves...
He walked to a tree with a sword in hand.
Donrop: I tell you, everyone, please don't come to me as a notary for this pointless duel in the future.
He pierced the crack in the tree with his sword, and suddenly folded the sword in two. Then he threw the hilt of his sword to the ground, and got into the car proudly.
Medium shot of Trisdana's back on the observation deck at the top of the clock tower. On either side of her were Sadeno and Andorin, the deaf, who looked down upon the roofs of the town. Sadeno reached out to Trisdana's back to stroke her. Trisdana, who was pointing all over the city, turned around suddenly.
Trisdana (angrily): Oh! ……Oh! ...you idiot!
She slaps Sadeno and turns to Andorin, who smirks and punches her. The two young men rushed down the observation deck with a smile. Trisdana followed, shouting.
Trisdana: Whoever runs last is a little girl!
They sprinted, laughing and shouting, and the camera panned the three of them upstairs and downstairs to a close-up view of them rushing to the door of the bell ringer. The scene is transformed into the interior of the bell ringer. Trisdana hesitated as she patted the three of them as they entered the door.
Bell Ringer (Voiceover): Come in, miss, come in. I know Shatna who works at your house.
As he speaks, the camera pans Trisdana to where the bell ringer is standing, frying bread in a frying pan on a small stove. His son Andorin "talks" with Sadeno in sign language in the background; the two youths are elated.
Trisdana: Well, it smells really good.
Bell Ringer: I fried a few pieces of bread. Would you like to try it, miss?
Trisdana bent over to look at the contents of the frying pan on the stove.
Trisdana: I like pancakes the most. very good.
She took off her gloves. The bell ringer pointed to a very crude cupboard.
Bell Ringer: Get a plate.
Trisdana went to the cupboard and took out a plate.
The camera pans as she walks to a table in the middle of the room and sits down.
The bell ringer went behind, took the frying pan, and gave her the bread. In the corner of the background, two young people are still gesturing and talking.
Bell Ringer (ashamed): That's what the poor eat, of course, I don't think you'll be surprised. If I knew you were coming, I'd have to put a piece of sausage... Would you like to fry an egg for you?
Trisdana: No, thank you...I'm going back for lunch.
The bell ringer sat across from Trisdana and ate pancakes.
Trisdana: You know what, I've never been to the clock tower. Because Sadeno is your kid's friend, and it's a holiday again, I came with him. (Camera zooms in) I've been wanting to go up and see the clock and hear the bell.
In the background, two young people are still "talking", one of them is carrying a birdcage.
Bell Ringer: The two kids can't even hear the cannonball.
He and Trisdana ate happily, engrossed in eating.
Trisdana: You have a beautiful view here...you live so high up, you can see it every day, it's a blessing. You must be proud, as if the whole world belongs to you.
Bell Ringer (absentmindedly): Oh...hmph...if one sees the same thing every day and nothing else, it ends up not being able to see that thing at all. Where is there any sense of pride... Now people are not as good as a cat... Speaking of the past, yes... It's been a great time, but now...
Trisdana: Why has it changed now?
Bell Ringer: Hmph, do you understand, miss, everyone was religious in the past, and the bells guided everyone and earned their respect. When a person is dying, the bell is tolled. There are death knells, alarm bells, bells to sing hymns, bells to ring for Mass, to call people to prayer... When people hear the bells, they go to visit the dying and bury the dead...
Close-up of the bell ringer.
Bell Ringer: ...And when the alarm bell was heard, everyone took up their guns.... Times have changed now. (Camera pans to Trisdana as he continues) Everybody's busy making money. No one has heard the bell. There are even people who come to town hall to give their opinion against the bell at Mass, saying that it is--you won't believe it--woke them up in their sleep... and eat some more pancakes, ma'am.
The camera pans across two empty plates and frying pans on the table. There is also a small piece of fried bread in the pan. Trisdana picked up the plate.
Trisdana: I still want it.
Drum bell man for her. She ate again.
Ladder to the clock tower. The door of the bell ringer opened, and Trisdana and the two young men came out. The camera pans Trisdana to another door, peering into the keyhole. Sandno took the opportunity to pat her on the back and motioned her to go upstairs. She smiled and climbed up, Sandno grabbed in front of her.
Trisdana: Come on, go up.
He couldn't hear, but kept walking. She followed.
The camera turns back to take a medium shot of the escalator at the top of the tower. Trisdana bent over and looked out the window. Andorin, who was standing behind her, suddenly lifted her skirt. She turned around and glared, giving him a slap in the face.
Trisdana: No nonsense!
They go up the stairs and the camera pans.
As they climb another escalator, the camera pans along. They reached the turn of the stairs. A bell began to strike.
A medium shot of them going upstairs. Trisdana was the last one.
Mid shot of them climbing up the sun-filled clock tower. They walked between the bells. The sound of the instruments rubbing when the bell is ringing is clearly audible. The camera follows Trisdana as she walks among the bells, both surprised and delighted. Sadeno touched Trisdana's hand and pointed out the window.
Zhongming's shot, the bell finally stopped.
Medium Shot: Trisdana looks up at the bell, she wants to push the tongue. Suddenly, her expression changed greatly, she was dumbfounded and looked ahead in astonishment.
The camera zooms in on her face.
Shot from her point of view: She sees Donald's head swaying over the bell, with his eyes half-open and half-closed. Trisdana exclaimed.
Trisdana: Shatna! ...Shatna! ...Shatna!
The scene is a mid shot of Trisdana's bedroom at night, where she sleeps in bed. She woke up from the dream, her mouth open, her face ashen. Shatna opened the door and came in and turned on the light. Wearing pajamas and a scarf over her shoulders, she walked over to the bed and put her arms around Trisdana, coaxing her.
Shatna: What's the matter, Miss Trisdana? ... why are you crying?
Trisdana: A dream, Shatna... I had a nightmare. Terrifying...that clock!
Shatna: Alright, alright, take it easy...it's just a dream.
A view of the corridor. Tang Luopu walked out of the room wearing a pajamas with the bottom fluttering, revealing two slender legs.
TOMROPE (panicked): What's the matter, boy? Are you sick?
The camera returns to Trisdana's bedroom. Donrop entered, he walked to Trisdana's bedside, and the camera panned.
Shatna: She had a nightmare, sir...poor little thing.
Donrop: Give her some medicine...medicated tea, anything...go!
Shatna turned and left. Donrop sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Trisdana's hair.
Donrop: Forget it...forget it! Don't be nervous... it's all over. ... (smiles) You scream like you've seen a ghost. (laughs) I remember when you were a kid, when you saw me, you screamed as hard as you did.
The two looked at each other. Donrop saw Trisdana's pyjamas loosen, revealing her breasts.
Trisdana: It's alright...you can go back.
Donrop: Dreaming is very interesting, even scary ones.
Trisdana scratched her chest.
Donald Trump: Dead people don't dream.
He pulled her pajamas together. At this time, his facial expression suddenly changed, and his expression was in a trance, thoughtful.
Donrop: Well, good night, boy.
He kissed her and walked away. The camera is on Trisdana, who watches Donrope go.
Scene from the square in the town. It's market day. Donrop came across from the middle of the stall. He wore a black top hat, a very elegant black shawl with red lining, and carried a cane. He paused for a moment near the two soldiers and lit a cigar.
Overlooking a big coffee shop in town. Small tables filled with people smoking and chatting. The camera pans to one side, and Donrop enters from the back. He walked across the many tables and greeted the coffee shop regulars. He behaves politely, but always has a sense of indifference.
It seems that the customers of the coffee shop have some respect for him. Donrop went all the way, and there was an endless stream of people greeting him.
Voices: Hello! How are you? ……How are you?
In the back of the coffee shop were a few of his friends—six of them, all in their 50s and 60s. They used to be chatting and laughing, but when they saw him come in, they were all silent. Donrop took off his hat and undressed and handed it to the waiter. Don Kesmi got up to give up his seat. Don Rope took his seat, and Don Kesmi sat next to him.
Donald Trump: Hello, gentlemen. (He turns to the waiter who is serving him respectfully) Still the same, Andorio.
Friend: hello, hello...
"Old way" means coffee with milk, and the waiter goes to get it.
Donrop glanced at everyone and said sarcastically:
Donrop: What's the matter, grabbed the cat's tongue? Why don't you talk when you see me? Say it...you just go on about the gossip about me.
Several people looked at each other, very embarrassed. One or two people laughed wickedly.
A close-up of two people sitting on either side of Downrop. One of them, Mr. Shannon, argued:
Shannon: Where did you say you went, Tang Luopu, who dares...
Donrop: Well, I can guarantee that when you are away, Mr. Shannon, we must dare to tell your jokes...
Don Kesmi, who was sitting on the other side of Don Rope, laughed. Donrop turned to face him.
Donrop: We were gossiping about you behind your back when you weren't around. I see no reason to shy away from my question...
The camera pans to a few people sitting across the table.
Antonio: You mean it would be disrespectful not to talk about you in a certain way...
Shake to the back of Don Kosmee and another person in the foreground.
Don Kosmee: Honestly, we don't have much else to talk about. It's all about you...
Donrop: Thank you.
The camera pans and pushes towards Commander Platz, who is sitting across the table.
Commander: We're still talking about you're not going to be a duel's notary anymore... Is there such a thing, or is it just a rumor?
A closeup of Donald Trump.
Donrop: It's true, Commander - it's true because there are no more people in my time... (he looks at the others, glances at the others, makes corrections)... no people of our time.
The camera pulls back slightly to reveal his neighbor.
Shannon: There is at least one thing in common since ancient times—interest in a beautiful girl...
Donrop: Exactly, but now the girls are too cute.
The camera pans to the commander.
Commander: This has always puzzled me. Mr. Ropp, a man like you, who insists on principle in the subject of honor, has relaxed the scale of love as a sin...
One or two people coughed dryly, probably feeling that the question was raised a little too far.
A close-up shot of Donald Trump. He took the cigar from his mouth and said graciously:
Donald Trump: Don't bother, the question makes sense. For me, when it comes to love and women, I think it has nothing to do with sin.
The camera pulls back to take a bird's-eye view of the group.
Voices: Really, Mr. Ropp...if that's the case...everything goes away. ...you have a theory! ...
Shannon (in surprised tone): So what about the Ten Commandments of Christ?
Donrop: I respect the Ten Commandments, except to get rid of the one about women, which I'm sure Moses added to the sacred commandments, for political reasons, which I'm not interested in...
Two or three people laughed.
Shannon: You have to pay attention to Donrop! ...
Don Kosmee: Then your suggestion is that we just find one of the opposite sex...
He made an expression that caused a roar of laughter. The waiter brought coffee while Downrop spoke.
Donrop: Don't be busy, friends...don't be busy! There are still limits here. As long as we can find a person of the opposite sex, and if she agrees - it's up to us how we get her to agree - then the encounter is pleasant...with two exceptions (the camera is pushed sideways, he talks Add sugar to coffee)...a friend's wife and a now-rare kind of flower born of innocence.
As soon as he finished speaking, the camera cuts to a medium and close shot of Trisdana. She sat at the table in Downrop's living room, looking at the sheet music and making movements on the table. In the twilight, Shatna knocked on the door from outside the corridor.
Shatna (shouting, off-set): Come out, you little rascal! ...Sardno! Sadeno! ...you come out, if you don't come out, I'm not finished with you!
Trisdana put down the sheet music, stood up, walked to the door, and the camera followed.
A medium close-up of Trisdana's dog, sniffing at the toilet door in the hallway.
Trisdana (voice-over): What's the use of your calling, he can't hear you.
Shatna (V.O.): He can hear it if he wants to.
Medium shot of Shatna standing in front of the toilet door and knocking on the door, with Trisdana standing behind her.
Shatna: Can't he hear? I don't allow him to lock himself in, I'm going to knock out his mental illness. He had an hour in there.
She turned and pushed the door desperately, trying to open it. Dogs are barking too.
Shatna: Open the door or I'll kill you if you don't.
Trisdana pushed her away, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it slightly. Immediately, the sound of the bolt being pulled was heard, and Sadeno came out. He looked at his mother uneasily. Shatna immediately slapped him. Sadeno parried with his hands, and his mother gave him a few more blows.
Trisdana: Forget it, what's the use of hitting him... (she wants to mediate with them)
Shatna: I know what I'm going to do, and he knows...
She pushed him aside, grabbed him and shook him like a fruit tree. Sadeno tried to explain with gestures.
Shatna: Go, get out. Your uncle doesn't like you going back late. (she turns to Trisdana) His uncle was right. He's been standing on scaffolding all day, going to bed early... It's good enough that he's willing to let this bastard live in his house...
She pushed Sadeno to the front door. Trisdana followed.
Medium shot, the front door opens and Donrop enters, clearly in a bad mood. Sadeno and his mother appear.
TOMROPE (to SARDNOR) What are you doing here?
Sadeno embarrassedly took off his beret to salute him, ready to gesture to explain.
TOMROPE (roughly): Forget it...forget it...well, get out!
Sadeno went out. Donrop took off his hat and shawl, handed it to Shatna, and walked over to Trisdana and kissed her on the forehead.
Donrop: Let's have dinner!
He entered the dining room, and Shatna followed. The camera is on Trisdana as she walks down the hallway.
In the restaurant, Tang Rope was sitting at the table, and the food had been placed. He took a newspaper out of his pocket and opened it.
Trisdana hurriedly took Donald's slippers and entered. The camera looks down on her as she comes over to take off his shoes, which seems to have become a habit. Donrop was engrossed in his reading of the paper, without feeling it.
Donald Trump (reading the newspaper): The original sin of the First Spanish Republic was to use words to correct a morally corrupt system, and only words. (sarcastically) Nonsense!
Trisdana put his slippers on while he read the paper contemptuously. The camera looks up as she picks up her shoes and walks away.
An overhead shot of the dining table. Shatna placed a hard-boiled egg on the plate in front of Donrope. The camera pulls three people: Donrop and Trisdana sitting opposite each other; Shatna stands and waits. Donrop put down the newspaper and was about to beat eggs when he saw that Trisdana had no eggs and was eating vegetables.
Donrop: Endless hard boiled eggs...yesterday too. (to Trisdana) You don't eat eggs?
Trisdana: I'm not hungry.
Donrop shrugged. But Shatna spoke:
Shatna: She's not telling the truth, sir. There's only one egg left, and we'll leave it to you.
Donrop pushed the egg cup to Trisdana.
Donald Trump: Well, eat it.
She wanted to say no, but he wouldn't listen.
Trisdana: No, thank you.
Donrop: Eat it, that's what I said.
He gave her the egg. Trisdana lowered her head and beat the eggs with a knife. Donrop turned to Shatna, who brought the bread basket.
Donrop: You—why don't you buy something else?
Shatna: What shall I buy? ...You don't allow me to buy things on credit.
Donrop: I'm making ends meet right now... well, we've got to figure something out (he's eating spinach).
He is facing the camera for a medium close-up.
Donrop: Alas, filthy stinky money! Whether you like it or not, child, we are all slaves to money. Money is only clean when we give it to an unfortunate person who really needs it, no matter who it is.
He stopped suddenly. The camera pulls into a picture of three people.
Shatna: If I can give my opinion, sir, it depends on who it is.
Donrop: Spinach is really bad.
Shatna: If you have no money and no appetite, your temper will not be good. If you have a bad temper, you can't see anything...
Donald Trump: Bring the wine!
She brought the wine, and Downrop was suffocating. I was surprised to see tears on Trisdana's cheeks suddenly.
Donrop: What's the matter?
Trisdana bowed her head silently. Donrop turned to Shatna.
Donald: What's the matter with her?
A close-up shot of Trisdana. She looked down.
Shatna walked up to her.
Shatna: What do you think she can do? She misses her mother...or she's bored, she's been locked up here for weeks.
DOWNLOAD (Voiceover): Doesn't she go to Mass?
Pan Shatna bowed to Downrop, who was pouring himself a drink.
Shatna: What does it mean to her to be there? Even if you go, it is not necessarily for worship, but just to go out for a walk. ...you'd better let me take her for a walk and let's see the sunshine.
Donrop: If you want a woman to be safe, the best way is to break her legs and stay at home. (to Trisdana) What do you think?
A close-up shot of Trisdana. With tears in her eyes, she shook her head.
Trisdana: I, have nothing to say, sir.
A close-up view of Donrop and Trisdana facing each other. She has her back to the camera wide sideways in the foreground.
Donrop: It looks like you always wear a skirt. Do you have nothing else to wear?
Trisdana: No, sir.
Donrop: Well, we have to change it! Seeing you like this now makes me uncomfortable... From tomorrow, don't wear mourning clothes anymore, I'll make you some new clothes.
Trisdana cuts a slice of bread. An overhead shot of a hard-boiled egg. Trisdana held a slice of bread in the egg yolk. The camera is up and she puts the bread in her mouth.
Donald Trump (voice-over): Wearing mourning clothes is a savage habit, no different from painting your face or tattooing flowers on your body.
Landscape into Tangrop's study. daytime. An overhead shot of a set of silver plates on the table, and a wide-mouth silver kettle in the dining room. The camera tilts up slightly to see an antique dealer appraising. Donrop stood beside him, Don Kosmee stood a little further.
Antique Dealer: This is Menisci. worthless. This is real silver. is good stuff. Not fake at all...but it's hard to let go in this place.
Donrop interrupted him roughly.
Donrop: How much?
ANTIQUE DEALER (pause): Well...I can give two thousand pesetas.
Donrop smiled bitterly, then took another painting from the wall and handed it to the antique dealer.
ANTIQUE DEALER (looking at a piece of paper): You say it's authentic, and the documents seem to confirm it...but the painting is not signed!
He glanced at Donald Trump. Donrop glared angrily. The antique dealer is somewhat embarrassed to say.
Antique Dealer: If it was someone else, I'd give three thousand pesetas, but...
Donrop was extremely contemptuous.
Donald Trump: Needless to say so many "buts"...I neither beg for alms nor accept gifts. Give me five thousand.
Tang Keshimi couldn't help but exclaimed and walked towards the living room.
Antique Dealer: But, Mr. Downrop, as a sign of respect for you...
Donrop (wry smile): Respect is not a bargain. Give me five thousand pesetas including the plate.
The camera zooms in on the two.
Antique Dealer: Give me time to open up a list of things to take.
Donrop: Not busy.
He walked away. The antique dealer took a piece of paper in his hand and registered them one by one.
Don Cosmee paced the living room. Donrop stepped in and faced him. Shatna is seen at the door in the background.
Don Kesmi: The price you sold him should be far more than that. It's a crime to sell three dollars for nothing.
Donrop: I hate haggling.
Shatna was embarrassed, but plucked up the courage to approach Donrop.
Shatna: Think again, sir.
Donrop (angrily): You go back to the kitchen!
Shatna went out.
Don Keshmi: If I had known this, maybe I would have...
Donrop: I don't do business with friends.
Don Kosmee: That's terrible.
He followed Donald Trump over there. The camera pans.
Don Rope (softened a bit): I can't stand the mentality of doing business, Don Cosmee. From the small businessman to the big boss who runs a multi-million business, he's the same raccoon dog - a vampire... Let's go and see what that guy is up to.
Panning, the two walked to the study, and Tang Kesmi took Tang Rope's hand.
Don Kosmee: Listen to me, Ropp, we can still...
TOMROPE (getting off his hand) You don't mind.
Don Kosmee: Well, I'm sure I can get him to give you a better price.
Exterior view of a Renaissance-style courtyard during the day. In the medium shot, a group of little girls are seen led by a nun, and the two of them are walking in opposite directions. Then, Donrop and Trisdana appear. She was dressed stylishly, and they walked arm in arm along the arched colonnade. Two children walked by with a toy car each. Another similar shot. Their parents followed, the mother pushing a stroller and the husband tending to a child who was left behind. Trisdana and Donrop settled, and Donrop turned to give the couple in Sunday clothes a contemptuous glance. The family is gone.
Donrop: Look at this lovely little couple. Can you smell the nasty smell of married happiness?
Trisdana (stunned): I don't understand.
Donrop: Look at their insensitive expressions, their mutually annoying attitudes. Love is gone. Dear little Trisdana, never get married.
They're still walking, medium close-up, with the camera pulling back towards them.
Trisdana: Is it possible for a person to remain free without losing their reputation?
Donald Trump: Exactly. Passion is free. This is the law of nature. No chains, no covenants, and no blessings.
The camera pans to capture Donrop out of the frame and Trisdana looking up.
The shot of the column is taken upside down, and the camera shoots the column from top to bottom from Trisdana's point of view.
Trisdana (voice-over): Which pillar do you like?
TOMROPE (Voiceover): Now it's my turn to figure it out.
Medium shot of the two. Donrop came towards her. Trisdana looked intently at the pillar.
Trisdana: I said, which pillar do you like?
Donrop: No...I don't like one of them...all the same.
Trisdana: No two pillars are alike. You can see the difference if you look closely. I always like to pick - whether it's two grapes, two rolls or two snowflakes...there must be something different that makes me like one or the other.
The camera stutters as Trisdana turns around a beam. She clasped the pillar with her hands, and Donald came up behind her.
Trisdana: I just like this one.
Donrop: Well, dig it up and take it home... Now on to something else.
They turned away from the camera.
Landscape into the interior of a church, daytime.
A mid-close-up shot of a marble head on a tomb.
Trisdana leaned over the statue, facing a close-up of the reflection on the statue's mouth.
Another shot of the stone statue. Trisdana was close to the stone statue, almost lying on it.
Medium shot of the tomb. Trisdana came down, and Donald came up to her. The camera zooms in. There were only two of them in the church.
Donrop: What are you doing up there?
Trisdana: I'm thinking you should change into a pair of slippers. (she smiles)
Downrop: What? ……come on. ……gone back.
They were back in the hallway outside the church. Donrop put on his hat. Suddenly he stopped and looked at Trisdana thoughtfully.
Downrop (holding her arm): Sometimes I think you like me...and sometimes I feel like you don't...and sometimes I even think you have some distaste for me.
Trisdana (surprised at his thought): Disgusted? ... no, what do you think? Quite the opposite.
Donrop: So... don't you hate me?
Trisdana: No.
Donrop: If so... maybe you still like me a little bit.
Trisdana (sincerely): Yes.
He glanced furtively around and pulled her into the corner. The camera zooms in on them. At this time, Tang Luopu's eyes shone with light, and his emotions were excited. Although he was three times older than the girl, the pair didn't look very absurd or ridiculous. The gap between their ages was temporarily made up by the man's bossy attitude.
TOMROPE (emotionally): Kiss me!
A close-up of the two of them, leaning towards Trisdana, with Donrope facing away from the camera. She submissively kissed his cheek.
TOMROPE (impatiently): No, it's not like that.
He held her to his chest and kissed her on the lips. Trisdana was taken aback, but she didn't shy away. After a few seconds, Donrop let go of her. Trisdana herself didn't know whether to be excited or surprised, and laughed embarrassedly. Then he calmed down and lowered his eyes.
Landscape into the kitchen of the Tangrop family. at dusk. A close-up shot of Shatna grinding coffee with a small grinder in the kitchen. I heard footsteps from outside the hallway.
Donrop (voiceover): Shatna!
Shatna: Here, sir.
Shatna went over to turn on another light in the room, and Donrop stood in the doorway in a nightgown.
Donrop: Aren't you going to see your brother?
Shatna: Yes, sir. I just finished grinding my coffee and I'm leaving soon.
Donrop: Then, hurry up.
Shatna: Yes, sir.
Donrop walked away. Shatna took off the scarf hanging from the nails and threw it over her shoulders, turned off the lights, and walked out of the kitchen.
Shot in the hallway. Shatna walked towards the front door and passed Donald Trump with a pipe in his mouth and a dog in his arms.
Shatna: Are you sure you have nothing to do with me?
Donrop: Yes, yes, it's definitely okay, it's definitely okay, you don't have to worry.
Shatna: Well, sir. See you later, sir.
She opened the door and went out. Donrop put the dog on the ground and straightened his pajamas.
In the living room, the camera pans to show Trisdana ironing at the table in the center of the room. She was wearing a light Luo skirt that Donald Trump bought her. The camera is pulled back to capture the indoor environment. There was a large pile of ironed clothes beside Trisdana. Donrop came in, coughed dryly outside the painting, the camera panned, he watched her ironing, and after a while, a cryptic smile appeared on his face. There was a sudden change in his attitude: his movements and expressions were confident, as if he were in complete control of a submissive prey. He walked unhurriedly towards Trisdana, her body shaking, and she turned around, dumbfounded, as if expecting something to upset her.
Donrop: Are you finished ironing?
Trisdana: One more piece left...
Donald Trump: Forget it...
His eyes still shone with a mysterious light, and he hugged Trisdana, staring at her hungrily.
Trisdana: What if she comes back?
Donrop: She won't be back before dinner. In any case, sooner or later she will have to adapt to our situation.
Donrop walked to the door with his arms around Trisdana's waist. He kissed her at the door. She had no intention of resisting, so this was not the first time. They closed the door.
The camera pans and pans along the hallway, pushing down the wall to the open door to Trisdana's bedroom. Trisdana stood by the bed, undressing in front of Donrope. A dog is lying on the head of the bed. There was nothing but underwear on Trisdana, and Donrop picked up the dog and put it into the hallway. He came towards the camera.
TOMROPE (to the dog) What do you think you are doing here? ……Go to hell.
Trisdana was sitting on the bed and taking off her stockings. In the foreground Donrop closed the door.
1931
Exterior view of a street during the day. A group of strike demonstrators ran towards them. Some people picked up bricks and tiles, some held out their fists. A policeman with a long sword followed closely behind.
Panorama of the square. Horseshoe troopers prepare to sprint in line. An angry shout came from outside the picture.
Overlooking the panorama of the strikers, everyone yelled and yelled. The camera pans to the police cavalry. The captain gave the order, and the trumpeter blew the charge horn.
In the scene on the street corner, several workers ran past Donrop's door, and several soldiers with swords were in hot pursuit. Pan this group of fugitives and pursuers until the trail disappears. The camera then zooms in to Downrop's door. There was a demonstrator hiding at the door; he was Sadeno. He looked left and right, and slipped into the house.
Medium shot, shot Shardnow upside down in two steps, running up the steps and disappearing.
Inside the Donrop Room, Shatna was holding a stove and heard the bell of the front door. The camera pans her over to open the door, and Sadeno enters.
Shatna (furious) What are you doing, you little rascal. I told you a long time ago not to get involved with those demonstrators. They have nothing to do with you.
Sadeno gestured to tell her that he was a grown man and that he couldn't stay out of other people's affairs.
Shatna (shrugging): Come in, say good morning to Mr. Downrop and Miss Trisdana, and then go your...
She pushed Sadeno down the corridor.
Shot of Donrop's bedroom. Shatna entered the room with the stove in hand, pushing her son ahead. Donrop sat in the middle of the house on a large chair that looked like a monastery. He was wearing a nightgown, a scruffy nightcap, a tweed blanket over his legs, blowing his nose, and spitting. .
DUMROPE (to SARDNOR) What the hell are you doing all the time, huh? Sit down... Sit down. (He gestures for him to sit on the other side of the room)
The camera pans Shadnor walking past the room, past Trisdana, who is standing by the bedside dispensing medicine. Sadeno looked at her admiringly. Shatna lifted the quilt on the bed and tucked the heater in and moved it back and forth. It's been two years since Donrop brought Trisdana home. She is very confident now. Donrope looked much older, the color of his hair had faded, and the wrinkles had deepened. He was very casual at home and stopped putting on makeup for himself.
TOMROPE (irritably) I can't take it anymore...I'm going out tomorrow.
Trisdana (coldly): I don't think you'll be fine tomorrow...why be upset?
Trisdana, holding a bottle of medicine and a spoon, walked towards Donrop, and the camera followed.
Donrop: I don't like to stay still. First of all, I don't want you to see me in this ridiculous state.
Trisdana: You're going to get sick one day...especially at your age!
Hearing this sentence, Donrop was shocked, and glared at Trisdana, who looked at him calmly.
Donrop: I don't understand what my age has to do with a cold...I'd like to see which puppy would be very proud of having a cold!
His legs fluttered and the blanket slid down. Trisdana leaned forward and pulled him up. Donrop didn't let her move, he pulled it up by himself.
Donrop: Don't worry about the blanket, I'll make it myself.
Then he coughed and shook his body. Trisdana poured him a spoonful of cough syrup, which he refused to drink.
Donrop: Don't feed me all day! ...you just follow me!
Trisdana remained calm and moved back slightly.
Trisdana: Whatever you want.
An overhead shot of Downrop's mid-close-up, with Trisdana facing away from the camera in the foreground. He had stopped coughing, gasping for a while, looking enthusiastically at the girl he was protecting.
Donrop: As I do, as you do! I don't want to impose my will on you. So we lived happily together. Because neither you nor I feel the loss of freedom.
Trisdana picked up another spoonful of cough syrup, which he drank this time. Pause for a moment.
Donrop: Now, if you think that way, you can just say straight out that you're sick of me -- you can leave and I won't say a word.
Trisdana (tiredly): If I do go, I'll get you back if I can't cross this street.
As she spoke, she went back and put the bottle on the table. He burst out laughing. Shatna removes the stove from the bed in the background. He said happily:
Donald Trump: That's quite possible.
Shatna (coming behind him): All right, sir. The bed is now warm.
Trisdana helped Donrop stand up and take off his nightgown, he was wearing a white jumpsuit. She walked away, hung up his nightgown, and returned to Downrop, who was walking to the bed.
Donrop: Your freedom is up to you, Trisdana. But you have to remember my status and my love for you.
The camera pans to Shatna as she walks towards the door.
The camera looks down on Don Rope, who is going to bed. Sadeno sits on the bed in the background. Donrop coughed, and Trisdana immediately came over to wrap a woolen scarf around his neck. He took her hand and kissed it.
Donrop: You've been so kind to me, dear boy. How can I not love you?
Trisdana withdrew her hand.
Trisdana (coldly): Let me go.
But Donrop took her hand and kissed her again. Shatna's voice came from the door.
Shatna (voice-over) Shall we have dinner for you, Miss Trisdana?
DONGROPE (to Trisdana) Okay, okay...you go.
Trisdana goes out, the camera pans, and Shatna follows her. Shatna turned to Downrop off-screen.
Shatna: I'll bring you soup in a moment. (she closes the door)
The camera returns to Donrop lying on the bed. He is coughing.
In the kitchen Shatna brought out a barely put together dish to Trisdana, who sat at the table.
Shatna: The food is delicious, Miss Trisdana. (She hands Trisdana the dish) Mr. likes you very much, so glad to see it.
Trisdana: If only he liked me less.
Shatna: Poor man!
The camera returns to Donrop's bedroom, overlooking him lying on the bed comfortably leaning on the pillow and dozing off. He opened his eyes and straightened up a little, then suddenly shouted.
Donrop: Are you still here?
The camera pulls back to see Sadeno. He made an indistinct gesture towards Downrop.
TOMROPE (trying to articulate as clearly as possible): What's going on out there? Did it make a lot of noise?
He pointed ou
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