director: Hitchcock
Movie script: Raymond, Chandler, Qiansi Omondi
Original: Patricia Haysmys
Adaptation:
Translation by Whitfield Cook : Zhang Xuecai
outside Washington Federal Railway Station. During the day, the
endless stream of cars and taxis drove to the train station, stopped, and drove away after the passengers with luggage got off the train. Porters were busy transporting luggage.
A taxi came and stopped in front of the station. The driver handed an ordinary box and a few tennis rackets with covers to a porter. When the passengers in the car walked down, we could only see part of his trouser legs and shoes, which were a pair of dark thick leather platform shoes. They walked into the station and disappeared. Immediately there was another luxury car driven by the driver. He handed a high-end suitcase to the porter, and the passengers got off from the back. We still only saw two of his shoes. He was wearing refined black and white leather shoes. He also walked along the route of thick leather platform shoes.
The platform
shoes and black and white leather shoes in the station hall pass through the hall and enter the station entrance. As usual, there are passengers coming and going around, and the news of the train leaving and entering the station is reported in the loudspeaker. These two pairs of leather shoes stepped onto the platform one after another.
Inside the train
platform shoes and black and white shoes walked in the car. The latter walked into a soft sleeper compartment, and the former went straight to the living room compartment for day trip passengers to rest.
The
platform shoes in the living room carriage stopped in front of a sofa and sat down to rest. Then, black and white leather shoes also came in and sat on another sofa. The man in black and white shoes straightened his leg, and one of his shoes touched a platform shoe on the opposite side.
Man: (outside the picture) Oh, sorry!
When the camera turns, it shows two sitting young men. Wearing black and white leather shoes is Bruno Anthony. He is about 25 years old. He is gorgeously dressed and has an indifferent air. He is a dude alive and well. The man in thick-soled shoes is handsome and handsome, but there is a faint melancholy between his brows. His name is Guy Hines, he is about 25 years old, and his clothes are not too bad. For Bruno's apology, he nodded politely, then looked away to express his reluctance to talk.
Bruno: (suddenly recognizes him) Excuse me, are you Guy Hines?
Guy nodded slightly with a smile. As a famous tennis player, it is common to be recognized.
Bruno: (playing torreya) That's right! I have seen the game you beat Faradi last quarter! Your backhand is awesome! You have passed the semifinals, right?
Guy nodded humbly in recognition, and then began to look at the magazine in his hand.
Bruno: (reverently) I admire people who make a difference the most. My name is Bruno. Bruno Anthony. look!
Guy looked up and Bruno was pointing at his gold tie clip, which was inlaid with prominent letters, which was his name. Guy showed a humble look.
Bruno: You must think this is a bit rustic. But this is a gift from my mother, and I have to wear it to make her happy.
Guy: (smiling patiently) Hello.
Bruno: (grins apologetically) I don't usually talk like that. You continue reading.
Guy: (sarcastically) Thank you.
Guy wanted to read, but Bruno's frank praise forced him to give it up.
Bruno: You must be very happy to be such an important person, right?
Gay: (Somewhat impatiently) Tennis players are not important people.
Bruno: Anyone who makes a difference is important. I seem to have never done anything.
Guy was a little embarrassed.
Bruno: (Friendly) You must go to South Hampton for a doubles match, right?
Gay: You are really a tennis fan.
Bruno was very proud of this little compliment.
Bruno: I really hope to see you in this game. But I must go back to Washington tomorrow. I live in Arlington.
He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Guy.
Bruno: Would you like to draw one?
Guy: I don't smoke now, thank you. I don't smoke often.
Bruno: I smoke too much.
He looked for matches in his pocket. Guy took out his lighter and handed it to Bruno.
Bruno: Thank you. (He plays the lighter carefully) It's so exquisite.
Lighter close-up.
The lighter is decorated with a pair of crossed rackets with the words "A for G" engraved underneath.
Bruno: "A for G". I bet I can guess who is A.
Guy was unhappy.
Bruno: It's Annie Bolton. In addition to watching the sports version, I also watch the social version and pictures. She is very beautiful and is the daughter of Congressman Bolton.
Guy: You are such a good reader, Mr. Anthony!
Bruno: Exactly. Just ask, I know everything from today’s stock exchange quotations to Lear Abner, including news of people I don’t know. For example, when someone's wife divorces him, news about whom he wants to marry.
Guy: (sternly) Maybe you have seen too much!
Bruno: (regrettably) I'm guilty of old problems again. Too friendly. As long as I meet the people I like, I can't speak properly. Please forgive...
Bruno's sad expression made Guy calm down.
Guy: It's okay, forget it. I may be allergic.
Bruno smiled and gestured to call the waiter.
Bruno: There is a new cure for allergies, (to the waiter) Scotch whiskey and water, two servings, two ingredients. (Laughing to Guy) I only know this kind of double material (English double can be interpreted as double material, also doubles).
Gay: You have to drink both.
Bruno: (laughs) Yes. (Closer) When will you have your wedding?
Guy: What?
Bruno: The wedding, your wedding with Annie Bolton. According to the newspaper.
Guy: This thing is impossible. Unless bigamy is legal.
Bruno: I have this theory for this kind of thing. When will I tell you. But now I think the easiest solution is divorce.
The waiter brought the wine, Bruno put the lighter in his pocket so that he could free his hands to pay for the wine and tips. He handed Guy a glass of wine. Guy took it.
Guy: (seems to need it) Thank you. I just have a drink.
Bruno: It's great to be back to New York with you.
Guy: (Forced to explain) I am not going straight back, I want to stop at McCaff.
Bruno: McCaff? What are you going there for?
Guy: That is my hometown.
Bruno: Oh, I get it! Go talk to your wife about divorce! She must be an ordinary girl. You made friends with her when you were in middle school, but you didn't know what was going on and you were chained! (Proud of his inference) Is it right?
Guy: Almost.
Bruno: (toasting) Good luck, Guy. After drinking this glass of wine, I asked someone to take lunch to my car compartment.
Guy: Thank you, but I'd better go to the dining car to eat. (He stops a waiter who is walking by with food) Do you know there are empty seats in the dining car?
Waiter: I'm afraid it will take another 20 minutes, sir.
Bruno: Isn't it? You have to have lunch with me. (To the waiter) Bring me a lamb chop, French fries and chocolate ice cream, and send it to the 121 compartment. What are you eating, Guy?
Guy: Thank you, but I really don't want to...
Bruno: Hey, hurry up and order.
The waiter moved his body impatiently. Gay had to compromise.
Guy: I only need a hamburger and a cup of coffee.
Bruno: (toast) To the next Mrs. Hines.
Guy nodded.
Bruno
and Guy are almost finished eating in Bruno's soft-sleeper compartment . Bruno drank, eyes gleaming with excitement. An almost empty wine bottle crooked on several detective novels with vulgar covers. Bruno had an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Guy's lighter is on the table. Bruno was fascinated by lighting the cigarette lighter several times before putting it back on the table.
Bruno: Of course I went to college. Have been three. Every time they drove me out, my father sent me back. In the end he gave up. He thinks I'm not promising and it's not worth the effort. (Seriously) Are you my friend, Guy?
Guy: Of course, Bruno, I am your friend.
Bruno: (somewhat drunk) No, you are not. No one takes me seriously. The only exception is my mother. (Pours wine again) My father hates me.
Guy smiled at the nonsense.
Guy: You think about it all.
Bruno: (slaps the bottom of the bottle to empty the last drop of wine) I hate him too. He asked me to take the bus to work at 8:5 every morning, report on time, and build my own business by selling paint. But he—he has so much money.
Guy: (interested) What do you want to do?
Bruno: Do you mean before or after I killed him?
Guy: (dumbly laughs) Of course it was before.
Bruno: (Close to him eagerly) I want to do everything. One of my theory is that a person has to do everything he wants to do before he dies. Have you tried driving with your eyes blindfolded? 150 kilometers per hour?
Guy: No.
Bruno: I did. I have also taken a jet plane. (He gestures for the plane to fly at high speed in the air, accompanied by a hissing sound) Hiss——! Oh my God, it's exciting! I almost made a fool of myself on the plane. I also want to book a ticket to ride the first rocket to the moon...
Guy: (Curiously) What does this mean?
Bruno: Guy, I am different from you, you are lucky and smart. Marrying the daughter of a big man is a shortcut to success, right?
Guy: (seriously) Don't tie the marriage to the congressman's daughter with your career. Do I have to do this to play well?
Bruno: Don't be angry, friend. I am your friend, forgot? I am willing to help you.
Guy: (humorously) Yes, Bruno, yes. (Looks at the watch) I'm almost there.
Bruno: What is her name? Your wife?
Guy: Marianne. 丨
Bruno: By the way, Maryam Joss Hines I guess she must be very romantic, right?
Guy: Stop talking about it.
Bruno: (Hopefully) Maybe she will cause you more trouble.
Guy: I don't think so.
Bruno: Are you saying that you have done enough work for her, will you agree to divorce you anyway?
Guy: Let's say something else, okay?
Bruno: Okay, Guy, would you like to hear some thoughts on how I killed my father?
Guy: (referring to detective novels) You read too much.
Bruno: Do you want to hear the light bulb exploding in the bathroom, or do you want to hear the carbon monoxide in the garage?
Guy: I may be a little conservative. I think killing is illegal.
Bruno: But this does not violate the laws of nature. My theory is that everyone can become a murderer. Haven't you ever thought of someone to kill? For example, a certain useless guy who messed with Mariam?
Guy: Then you can't just kill anyone you think is useless.
Bruno: What can one or two people tell? Some people are still dead, Guy, just like your wife and my father. I remembered a wonderful idea of mine. I can't sleep at night just to figure this out. Now, let's suppose you want to get rid of your wife.
Guy: Why?
Bruno: Suppose she refuses to divorce you—(raising a finger to stop Guy’s dissent) Hypothesis. You are not willing to kill her because you will be arrested. Only one thing can betray you: motivation. I have a plan...
Guy: Bruno, I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to this.
Bruno: (Ignores) It's simple. Several people meet occasionally, just like you and me. There is no relationship between them, and no one knows anyone. Everyone has his own enemies, but he cannot kill the people he wants to get rid of. He will be caught. So they changed their murder targets.
Guy: (stunned) Exchange murder targets?
Bruno: Kill each other's enemies with each other. There is no connection between them. Motivated people are not at the scene of the accident. Everyone killed a stranger. For example, if I go to kill your enemy, you go to kill my enemy.
Guy: (Looking out the window, reassuringly) I'm at the station.
Bruno: For example, your wife, my father, cross.
Guy: (sternly) What?
Bruno: (smiling) You understand me, Guy.
Guy: (Preparing to leave) Of course, I understand. Thank you for inviting me to lunch.
Bruno: (excitedly) I'm glad you were satisfied with your lunch. I think my lamb chops are a bit older.
He stretched out his hand, and although Guy was anxious to leave, he still shook hands with him.
Guy: Nice to meet you, Bruno.
Bruno: (stopping him) Do you think my theory works? Guy? did you like it?
Guy: Of course, of course, Bruno. Your ideas are all good. (He hurriedly said goodbye and went out.)
Bruno picked up Guy's lighter from the table, wanted to call Guy, but changed his mind, and looked closely at the pair of crossed tennis rackets above.
Bruno: (smiling) Cross.
The
train from McCaff Station came slowly into the station. Guy got out of the cart carrying the box and tennis racket, and a porter pushed the luggage cart by.
Guy: Hello, Bill.
Porter: Guy Hines! You're back. You have to win this game in South Hampton tomorrow, do you hear that? I made a two-dollar bet with others.
Guy: (referring to the box and the racket) Then you can find a lucky place for these things and leave them for a few hours, okay?
Porter: No problem.
He put the luggage on the luggage cart.
Outside McCaff's musical instrument store, a
typical musical instrument store in a small town, with radios, records and music scores displayed in the glass windows. Some customers and sales assistants in the shop are moving. Guy walked up the street, pushed the door and walked into the shop. There are ordinary counters and containers in the
musical instrument store,
with pianos and radios on display. The sound of tuning the piano came from behind. Mariam received customers behind the counter. Mr. Xiagrave, the manager, was busy in front of the container. Another saleswoman is also receiving customers. In a glass audition room, a customer is trying out a musical instrument; in another glass audition room, a customer is listening to a pop music record. The third audition room is empty, and pedestrians in the street can be seen through the glass showcase.
Guy walked straight to Marianne. She has just finished a sale and is handing a package to the female customer.
Mariam: (Received the customer's money) The amount of money is just right. Thank you, madam, (she saw Guy when the customer walked away) Yo... hello, Guy.
Guy: You are so energetic, Mariam.
Marianne was still a beautiful young woman, because she was still young. She is vain, selfish, and narrow-minded. She wears a pair of flower-frame glasses, and the nearsighted lenses make her eyes appear small.
Mariam: The same with you. Playing with your broad friends gives you a healthy complexion.
Guy: When shall we meet your lawyer?
Marianne: (smiles slyly) What are you in a hurry?
Guy: I'm anxious? Isn't it funny you talk like this? It's you who is anxious.
Marianne: (Temperatively) When you refused to divorce me, I was a little anxious because you were a little jealous at that time.
Guy: (hatredly) I haven't eaten anything for a long time, Mariam.
Marianne glanced at another saleswoman who had moved closer, and she could hear them talking.
Mariam: (pointing to the empty audition room) Go there and talk.
They walked into the audition room one after another, and Mariam took the wallet.
As
soon as they entered the audition room , the various stereos in the store became faint, and the tuning sound continued, but it was not so loud. Mariam and Guy squeezed in the small audition room.
Marianne: There's a lot more of it here. It's a bit like let's go, Guy?
Guy: (indifferently) Forget it, it's too late to start flirting with your abandoned husband. Especially when you are pregnant with someone else's child.
Mariam: Do you know? I think you are handsomer than ever.
Guy: Let's go to see your lawyer, let's close the matter.
Mariam: Did you bring the money? It costs a lot of money to hire a lawyer.
Guy: (takes out the money) brought it.
Marianne: (Received greedily) If I had known that your two tennis shots would bring you such great benefits, I would not change my mind.
Guy: What do you want to say, Mariam? You say it.
Marianne: (putting money into wallet) I am not divorced anymore.
Guy: (Angry) You guy who doesn't speak much. I didn't want to get a divorce, it was your idea. You have been persuading me last year.
Marianne: It's a woman's privilege to change my mind... Now I can buy some beautiful clothes. Wouldn't I want you to feel chilly when you accompany you to dinners and lavish proms after I arrive in Washington?
Guy: What do you mean?
Marianne: (slyly) Guy, look at your annoyed look. When reporters take pictures of you, you always smile. Especially when you are holding Annie Bolton.
Guy: Don't mention Anne Bolton, how about it?
Mariam: It seems that something happened? Forget her as soon as possible, Guy. I want to go to Washington.
Guy: What are you going to do?
Marianne: Go to have children and stay with you.
Guy: Why? That's not my child.
Mariam: But no one else will know, right, Guy? This is going to be a wonderful story, isn't it-a parliamentarian's daughter and a married man who is about to become a father fooling around?
Guy: (Enraged) You vicious little liar!
Guy's voice overwhelmed the sound of the record, and several people in the shop looked at them.
Mariam: Be light!
Guy: What's the matter? Did he dump you?
Marianne: Don't throw me away from any man, including you.
Guy: You liar! You have always wanted to leave me, now I am leaving-I will never see you or hear of you again.
Marianne: (Persuading) Guy, I will be a sympathetic, abandoned young mother in court. Think about it, Guy, who would believe you?
Guy grabbed her angrily and accidentally touched the turntable arm, which struck across the record, making a harsh sound. People outside looked back at them. Manager Xiagrave was very dissatisfied.
He saw Guy grabbing Mariam's arm. Although he couldn't hear what he said, it was obviously threatening. Mariam struggled in panic.
Xiagrave walked over and pulled the door open.
Guy: That's how it should be for people like you. If I...
Xiagrave: Stop arguing, friends. This is not a place for family disputes.
Guy: (Frozen) I'm sorry, I'm leaving.
As he walked out of the audition room, Mariam grabbed him.
Marianne: (screaming like a shrew) Listen, Hines, you can't like the new and dislike the old. I'm going to Washington to have this baby. Tell the councillors about this.
Guy rushed out of the shop. The manager and several customers looked at each other in surprise. Two other customers in the audition room saw someone arguing and opened the door one after another, and the sound of symphony, pop music, and tuning overwhelmed Mariam’s yelling.
Guy
angrily walked back to the train station on McCaff Avenue . He came to the crossroads he had walked before, and a policeman made a friendly gesture, as if he wanted to talk to him. Guy turned a blind eye and strode past.
Guy
walked to the row of telephone booths in front of the train station outside McCaff Station and walked into one of them. He put a few coins on the shelf and stuffed another coin into the phone.
Guy: I want a long distance. Take Washington. The phone number is Republic 0800. Find Miss Anne Bolton to answer the phone.
Long pause. Guy was restless. He took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, then looked for a lighter in his pocket. No? He felt a little strange. At this time, the operator spoke.
Guy: (Still looking for a lighter) Okay.
Guy picked up a few coins from the shelf and put them into the phone, and waited again. He put the receiver in his other hand and flipped through the other pocket. There was a voice in the receiver.
Guy :( nervously) Annie Dear Annie ...... ...... Yes, I ...... (try to calm the Maika Fu) No, things very well, she would not divorce, do not ......
Bolton home living room
Anne Bolton is a beautiful, enthusiastic and well-trained woman. While listening to the phone, the smile on her face was gradually replaced by anxiety.
Annie: (Disgustingly) Another man's child! She can't treat you like this, Guy... It's hard to believe, it's-too vicious! (She listens, calmly) I understand you. (Pauses) But your words are too rough. Guy in the
phone booth
: Yes, I think so too. I wish I could chop her neck off. (Pause, raising voice) I said I want to chop off her dirty, vicious, useless little neck! (The telephone line is disturbed, and he tries his best to hear what the other party is saying) What what?
The sound of a rushing train and the sirens of a steam locomotive. Guy yelled into the phone, contending with the roar of the train.
Guy: I said I wanted to strangle her to death.
His expression was frantic and determined, and it was obvious that this was what he said in his heart.
The living room of Anthony's house
. A close-up of a man's hand during the day . It half held it and turned slowly.
This was Bruno's hand, and he looked at his hand carefully.
His mother, Mrs. Anthony, was sitting next to a small coffee table opposite him. She is using scissors, a small nail file and a pressure plate to manicure him.
Mrs. Anthony has a gentle temperament and good looks when she was young. Her makeup gave her the image of a tigress who resolutely protects her children. Bruno was wearing a nightgown and hadn't shaved yet.
According to the interior dark, heavy and solid furniture and decoration, we can judge that this is a wealthy family.
Mrs. Anthony: Since you want to manicure, don't move too much, dear. You seem to be uneasy lately.
Bruno: (Admiring his other hand dreamily) I hope they look pretty standard.
Mrs. Anthony looked up and found that he was in a bad mood.
Mrs. Anthony: Is the file too short?
Bruno: No, mother. This is great, thank you.
Mrs. Anthony: What happened to you?
Bruno: Nothing, mom, don't worry.
Mrs. Anthony: Your face is not good. Is there no more vitamins?
Bruno: I bought a bottle last day. Compound vitamins.
Mrs. Anthony: But I can see your appearance. Are you in trouble, Bruno?
Bruno shook his head slowly and seriously and denied this statement.
Mrs. Anthony: I hope you have forgotten your stupid little plan.
Bruno: (Smartly) Which one?
Mrs. Anthony: Blow up the White House.
Bruno: (eyes shine) Mom, I'm joking. Otherwise, the president will have to move.
Mrs. Anthony: (happily) You are a naughty boy, Bruno, but you can always make me laugh. (Stands up) Go and shave, my dear, your father is coming back.
Bruno hit the coffee table with a punch when he stood up, and everything on it was shaken.
Bruno: I hate to pay homage to the emperor, I can't stand it!
Mrs. Anthony: (good words to persuade) Okay, don't get angry. Come take a look at my paintings, dear... (she leads him to the easel) I really hope you can learn to paint. This is one of the most enjoyable pastimes.
They look at paintings.
This is a crappy painting. A man's distorted face can be distinguished from the chaotic color pattern.
Bruno burst out laughing. Mrs. Anthony is inexplicable. But her son's sense of humor made her very pleased, and he put his arm around her.
Bruno: That's amazing, mom. That's the old man. It's Dad!
Mrs. Anthony: (accidentally) I painted Saint Francis.
The sound of the door opening came from outside, and at the same time, the phone rang in the hall. Bruno became alert immediately, as if he had been waiting for the call. He walked to the door leading to the hall, and the butler walked in.
Steward: (to Bruno) Mr., the call to South Hampton is connected.
Bruno's father, Mr. Anthony, entered the living room with dignity. He is a neatly dressed businessman with uncompromising eyes. His appearance blocked Bruno's path for a while.
Mrs. Anthony: (to husband) Charles, it is great that you can come back early. I'll tell the chef...
Bruno walked past his father without saying a word and entered the hall.
Mr. Anthony: (Called Bruno) Wait a minute, Yunez. Bruno, come here! I want to talk to you and your mother. Bruno approached the telephone in the
hall
.
Bruno: (loudly to father) I'm sorry, father. Long-distance call. (Pick up the phone) Hello?
While he was waiting for a call, he heard the conversation between his parents in the living room.
Mr. Anthony: He drove away after hitting someone else! You know this too.
Bruno: (eagerly) Guy? This is Bruno. Bruno Anthony.
Mr. Anthony: (outside the picture) You always sway him and protect him. Don't forget that we are responsible to society.
Bruno glanced in his father's direction and lowered his voice.
Bruno: I want to ask about the results of your conversation with Marianne. Guy is on the phone
in the locker room of the South Hampton Tennis Club
.
Guy: What? (Pause) McCaff? who are you?
Bruno in the lobby of Bruno's house
: (softly) This is Bruno, Guy. Bruno Anthony. you forgot? On the train.
While Bruno was listening to the phone, the arguing voice of the Anthony couple continued.
Mrs. Anthony: (outside the picture) I have never condoned him.
Bruno looked in the direction of the living room as he spoke.
Bruno: (softly) How about your divorce?
Mr. Anthony: (outside the picture) I said we must send him for treatment, or it will be too late.
Bruno: (satisfied with the phone) She was playing tricks on you. Would you talk to her again?
There was the sound of the other party hanging up on the phone. Bruno was disappointed and hung up the phone. Bruno listened to his father with a mysterious expression on his face.
Mr. Anthony: (outside the picture) I tell you, Yunez, I will send the child away anyway!
Bruno looked at his father's direction, his expression seemed to say: Noisy, you don't have many days. He reached into his pocket, took out Guy's lighter, and lit the fire again and again.
McCaff Station
The train came from a distance. Soon, Bruno appeared on the platform. He looked around and walked towards the town. He walked past a phone booth and looked up the phone book. Bruno's fingers slid down from the top along the name on a page, and then stopped:
Joss Mariam Hines. 2420 McCaff Avenue.
It
was almost dusk on a residential street in McCaff Town , the street lights were on, and a bus approached from far away.
There was a bench next to the bus stop, and Bruno was sitting on it holding a newspaper, as if reading a newspaper. He watched the opposite house from the newspaper.
This is a typical wooden house. The windows upstairs and downstairs were all lit, and a woman was sitting in an easy chair on the porch. This is Mrs. Jos, Mariam's mother, her temples are white.
A woman came along the street and stopped outside Mrs. Jos's door.
Woman: Hello, Mrs. Jos. It's really hot today.
Mrs. Jos: Yes.
Woman: We have seen in the newspaper that your son-in-law has been hitting the ball one after another.
Mrs. Jos: We are no longer interested in tennis.
The woman left boringly.
Bruno was still looking at the house from the newspaper.
The door opened, shooting a beam of light. A woman's figure appeared in the light beam, and two men followed behind her. They flirted and scolded and looked down the street. The bus approached, blocking Bruno's vision. The car stopped at the station. Bruno got up quickly, walked to the back of the car, and continued to look at the woman.
This woman is Marianne. She and the two men ran over and shouted "Hey, wait a minute." Mrs. Jos's name was Marianne on the porch.
Mrs. Jos: Don't come back too late, Mariam.
Marianne: See you later, mother.
Marianne and the three of them passed by Bruno and jumped on the bus. Bruno also jumped into the car.
Outside the playground
The bus stopped in front of the amusement park, and the passengers got off, including Marianne, her two boyfriends, and Bruno.
This is an ordinary playground with a ferris wheel and a merry-go-round... there is a river behind it. Of course there are many tourists.
A group of people standing in front of the cold drink station,
Marianne, and her two boyfriends were also among the crowd. They walked out of the crowd, guessing the game while eating, deciding which game to play first.
Mariam seemed to see something. Following her gaze, we saw Bruno standing there looking at her wantonly. People around him walked past and behind him, and he was the only one standing still. Marianne thoughtfully, turned around and walked to an amusement facility with friends.
Bruno walked towards them. At this time, a boy in a cowboy costume with a balloon in one hand and a gun in the other blocked him. The boy pointed his gun at Bruno, pulled the trigger, and made a popping sound in his mouth. Then walk away. Bruno walked quietly to the boy's side, and scalded the balloon with the cigarette in his hand. The balloon exploded. The boy looked sadly at the balloon that had blown up, not understanding what was going on. Bruno walked forward comfortably and turned his attention to Mariam again.
Marianne and her two boyfriends stand in front of the hammer amusement machine. This game is a game where visitors swing a hammer to hit an elastic board. An object inlaid at the bottom of the vertical rod will be bounced, if it can hit the top of the vertical rod. You can win the prize. A boyfriend stepped forward to try his luck. When he swung the hammer, Mariam looked around, apparently looking for Bruno. Bruno was not in the bustling crowd.
The first boyfriend failed to win the prize, and the other went to try his luck again. The object was bounced up to half the height of the vertical bar and then slid off. Mariam looked dull and looked for Bruno again. She looked to the left, did not see him, then looked to the right, but Bruno was beside her. Mariam was taken aback, Bruno smiled at her, blinked again, walked away to pay, and walked back.
Marianne followed Bruno's gaze. Bruno looked at her hands, then smiled at Mariam, and she smiled back. Bruno stretched his arms, picked up the hammer, and shook it up.
The object bounced to the top and the bell rang.
Bruno put down the hammer and looked back at Mariam. Two of her boyfriends called her from a distance.
Man: (outside the picture) Come on, Mariam, come on!
She turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
Bruno followed her nonchalantly, and just a few steps away, he saw Marianne and two boyfriends boarding the carousel's turntable and climbing on the wooden horse. When Bruno walked towards the merry-go-round, it had already started, and Bruno hurriedly jumped on it.
Bruno was looking for Mariam on the turntable. She must be on the other side of the turntable. He walked between the up and down wooden horses, and came to Mariam. She rode high on a wooden horse near the outer ring. She stopped laughing and smiled at him shyly. Bruno walked behind her and boarded a wooden horse next to her. Mariam's wooden horse began to descend, and she looked at Bruno.
The merry-go-round turned happily. Mariam held the reins and looked back while smiling. Bruno rode on his horse with a big smile, as if chasing Mariam. Mariam and her boyfriends sang to the music playing on the speakers. Mariam sang and looked back. Bruno also began to sing.
The people on the merry-go-round were immersed in a cheerful atmosphere. A densely forested island lies in the middle
of a dock
lake by the artificial lake . Connecting the pier and the island is a "love channel".
Mariam and her boyfriends walked to the place where the boat stopped. She looked back, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Bruno approached the ticket booth.
Mariam and her friends boarded a small steamboat. After they sat down, the boat left the dock and disappeared into the darkness.
Bruno boarded a gas ship and sailed into the darkness.
Mariam glanced back before the boat entered the dark passage.
Bruno's ship sailed into the passage.
The
faint light at the entrance of the passage in the lake casts the silhouettes of Mariam and her boyfriends on the walls of the passage. Immediately afterwards, Bruno's silhouette appeared on the wall. It gradually moved closer to the first three shadows, when they almost came together...
There was a
sudden scream from the exit of the passage. After a second or two, along with laughter and scolding, Mariam’s boat appeared, and she was pushing a boyfriend away from her side.
Mariam: (screaming) Don't do that, George! obedient!
They drove out of the passage to the island. Bruno's boat also came out.
Mariam and her team disembarked and landed on the island, and a boyfriend tied the boat to the shore. They walked into the woods. Bruno's ship also landed. He disembarked and pulled the boat slightly ashore.
From the small island, you can see the lights of the playground on the opposite side of the lake. Mariam and her boyfriends walked into the grove. Mariam pushed George away.
Mariam: (outside the picture) Don't do that, George!
She stepped back a few steps to let her boyfriends go first, and she walked around the shrub from the other direction.
George: (Outside the picture) Marianne!
Mariam backed out of the undergrowth like hide-and-seek. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her and turned her head quickly. When she saw the visitor clearly, she smiled twistedly.
Bruno turned his back to us. He hit Gay's lighter and held it to the top of Marianne's face.
Bruno: Is your name Mariam?
Mariam: (accidentally) Huh? Yes, what are you...
Bruno immediately raised a pair of gloved hands to Mariam's throat. The lighter fell to the ground. When Bruno pinched Mariam, her glasses dropped. There were two figures fighting on the ground.
On the screen is a lens on the glasses. This is a convex mirror. It reflected the shadows of two scruffling people, and suddenly one of them fell down.
Mariam's head fell beside the glasses. Bruno picked up his glasses. One of the spectacle lenses was smashed when Mariam fell.
Bruno's black and white shoes walked away and stepped past Guy's lighter who was stepped into the mud. He turned back, walked a few steps with his head down, bent over and picked up the lighter. His figure quickly disappeared.
Marianne's boyfriends are still looking for her.
Man: (outside the picture) Marianne! Mariam! Where are you?
Bruno came to where he was mooring the boat. He boarded the boat calmly and swiftly headed for the amusement park pier. Several tourists from the
amusement park wharf
boarded the wharf from two wooden boats. Bruno's ship approached. There were shouts from the island, and someone spotted Mariam.
Voiceover: Hey, she is here! What's up with her? She fainted?
The successive calls aroused the attention of people on the pier, including the cruise ship steward. When Bruno got up and was about to go ashore, the island exclaimed.
Voiceover: (chelling) She is dead.
Other people's voices: (from the island) Help! Help!
At this point, Bruno had landed ashore, he looked at the island with curiosity like everyone else and walked away. The cruiser turned around and glanced at Bruno, but immediately turned around to see the turbulent island. He and a few male tourists jumped into a boat and ordered their assistants.
Administrator: Go and find a policeman.
Bruno walked out along the original road calmly. Amidst the sounds of various recreational facilities, a sirens suddenly sounded, and several policemen ran from the direction of the gate. Bruno looked at them and continued to walk towards the door. Bruno walked out of the gate of the
playground
and stood on the street for a while. At this moment, a blind man was probing the edge of the road with a white walking stick. He hesitated after he stepped off the sidewalk. Bruno stepped forward and helped him across the road. He made a chic hand gesture and stopped several cars that were approaching. They crossed the road and stepped onto the sidewalk. The blind man murmured thanks and walked away. Bruno looked back at the playground, then looked down at his watch: 9:30.
In the living room of the train.
Through the rear window at night , we saw the railroad tracks swiftly moving backwards. Sitting in the living room carriage were Guy Hines and a man of forty-five years old. He wore glasses and looked like a professor. He was drunk and sat opposite Guy.
Guy is reading the newspaper. The opponent straightened his leg, and his foot touched Guy's. Guy put down the report to look at the man. The drunk looked at his feet and looked up at Guy, his expression looked like Guy kicked him. He looked at Guy up and down, and suddenly sang "Song of the Barbershop" out loud.
Collins: There is a person, please don't forget,
there is a person, there is a sheep,
he loves that sheep,
he loves very much, he loves that sheep, like a child.
(Suddenly stops, Xiang Guyi) How about?
Guy: (jokingly) It's far worse than the Metropolis singer.
Collins: (Drunkenly shaking Guy's hand hard) My name is Collins. Delaware Institute of Technology-I'm on vacation. Nice to meet you. I just finished my speech in New York. Talk about the "integral method". In differential calculus, the derivative of a function can be calculated. Child?
Guy: Of course, I understand.
Collins: (Unfortunately) You understand?
Sing loudly again.
Washington · 1:00 a.m. On a moonlit night,
a taxi drove past the Capital City Hall. It turned into a narrower road and stopped in front of a small apartment.
Gay got out of the car with his suitcase and racket, paid the fare, and walked up the stairs outside the apartment door. When he was about to push the door...
Voice-over: (softly) Guy!
Guy looked back, and there was no one on the road. There is a small space between the two houses across the road. The voice came from the dark place again.
Voiceover: (softly) Here, Guy.
Guy suspiciously turned back down the steps and crossed the road. He walked cautiously into the dark aisle.
Someone appeared in the dark, it was Bruno. When Guy walked over, he retreated back into the darkness.
Seeing that it was Bruno, Guy frowned.
Bruno: (happily) Hello, Guy.
Guy: (coldly) What are you doing here? Late at night?
Bruno: (Somewhat fascinating) You don't seem to want to see me.
Guy didn't answer.
Bruno: (Return to normal) I brought you a small gift.
Bruno took out Mariam's glasses from his pocket and handed them to Guy. Guy took Mariam's glasses with both hands, and one of the lenses was cracked.
Guy: What's the matter?
Bruno: Don't recognize it?
Guy looked down at his glasses, puzzled, and looked at Bruno again.
Bruno: I did a good job, Guy. She didn't suffer at all, it was over all at once.
Guy was shocked. He looked at the glasses in his hand, then at Bruno.
Bruno: I know you will be surprised. But there was nothing to worry about. No one saw me except Mariam.
Guy couldn't believe his ears.
Bruno: I'm very careful. I dropped your lighter on the ground and went back to pick it up. If someone else finds it, wouldn't it ruin all our plans?
Guy: You mean you are already...you lunatic!
Bruno: (looking at Guy in surprise) Isn't that what you want? We planned together on the train, you forgot?
Guy turned his head and left. Bruno grabbed his arm.
Bruno: Where are you going?
Guy: Where do you say I go? Of course it is going to the police.
Bruno: You can't do this, Guy. Both of us will be arrested for murder.
Guy slowly turned around.
Guy: We two?
Bruno: You are as guilty as I am. We planned it together. cross. I'll kill for you...
Guy: (furiously) You lunatic! Do you think that you can shirk the crime in this way?
Bruno: Listen, Guy, why should I go to McCaff to kill someone I never knew? Isn't it because this is part of our plan? Guy, through this thing, you are the one who gets the benefit. You are free, and I don't even know that girl.
Guy was about to leave again, and Bruno grabbed him tightly.
Guy: Let go, Bruno. I have nothing to do with this matter, the police will believe me.
Bruno: (Seriously) If you go to the police, you will undoubtedly turn yourself into a threat accomplice, because you have the motive to kill her.
A noise made them both turn to look across the road at the same time.
The store bell rang in Guy's apartment. A transom of his house is open.
Bruno: What sound?
Guy: My phone.
Bruno: (I find it interesting) Someone wants to report the news to you, Guy.
Guy stared at the opposite road blankly. He saw a police car driving to the door of the apartment. Bruno pulled Guy into the darkness. Guy leaned weakly against the wall. He looked at the opposite road again. Two police officers walked into his apartment. Guy clings to the wall as though he was afraid of exposing himself.
Bruno: Go tell them you already know this.
Guy looked at himself and Bruno both unexpectedly and disgustedly. He realized that he was acting like a criminal; and Bruno in front of him was the real criminal.
Guy: (gritting teeth) You made me act like a sinner, you lunatic.
Bruno: (Cruelly) You are not allowed to call me like that!
Bruno's anger died instantly. They both looked at the opposite road at the same time. The two police officers walked out of the apartment, got in the car, and left. Guy's battery is still ringing.
Bruno: You must be tired. I'm tired anyway. This night is really enough!
Guy gaped at Bruno.
Bruno: As for my father's matter, I have already drawn a picture. There are two pictures, one is a plan of the entire yard, and the other is a picture of the house. I once bought a pistol in a pawnshop in San Francisco. My father...
Guy turned and crossed the road. Bruno followed closely. Guy strode towards the apartment.
Bruno: Don't be busy, Guy. We have to talk. Arrange things.
Guy walked to the door and looked back at Bruno.
Guy: (Angry) If you don't get out of the way, I will treat you the same way you treated Marianne.
Bruno: (sadly) Guy, you are a little out of order. You are too tired. If you think about it, you will understand that I am correct. Tomorrow...
Guy opened the door and turned around again.
Guy: (definitely) I don't know you. I have never seen you, and don't want to see you again.
Guy walked into the apartment and slammed the door.
Bruno: (to the closed door) But we have to...
Realizing that this is meaningless, he turns around. He looked sad with tears in his eyes.
In Guy's apartment,
Guy is standing next to the ringing telephone. He also had Marianne glasses in his hand. He looked at it for a while, picked up the receiver, and hesitated before answering.
Guy: (rudely) Hello? (Pause) Yes, Annie. I'm sorry, my dear. I just came in. (Pause) Of course, I'm fine. (Try to get your voice back to normal) But you seem to be uncomfortable. Is something wrong? (Pause) Okay, I'll go to your house, I'll go right away.
He put down the phone, but still pressed his hand on the phone. Thinking of something, he started dialing the phone number and hung up. Go out.
A residential street in Washington, dark night,
a taxi drove to a beautiful house and stopped. This is Bolton's house. Guy got out of the car and walked up the steps. His form seemed rigid due to his nervousness. Moments after he rang the doorbell, the door opened from the inside. Annie Bolton stood in the lighted hall. She looked at Guy's face hastily with a worried and nervous look. He took a step forward and Annie threw herself into his arms. They were silent but embraced enthusiastically.
Guy: (holding her tightly) Dear Annie, you are shaking.
After Guy let go of Annie, she backed away and stared at Guy again, as if trying to find the answer she needed from his face.
Annie: Guy... (she approaches and strokes his face gently) Do you know how much I love you?
Guy put her hand to his lips and kissed gently.
Guy: (Forcing a smile) I should ask this sentence, silly girl.
Annie: (Nervously) But before we go in, I want you to know... (trying to calm myself) Dad wants to see you.
Guy knew something in his heart. He looked towards the living room. He guessed what news was waiting for him, but tried to control himself.
Bolton family living
next to a table Bolton BIA members and Barbara Burton sat at one end of the living room. Bolton is 50 years old and is a man who is proud of his history, family and career. Barbara is Annie's younger sister. She is 17 years old, lively and smart, and a stimulating and outspoken girl. She is very similar to Marianne, and she also wears a pair of glasses. You can see from her actions that she is anxiously telling her father something. When Bolton saw Guy in the hall, he waved his hand impatiently to silence Barbara. Barbara calmed down, and they looked at Guy, waiting for him to walk in.
Guy walked through the long hall uncomfortably into the living room. Annie followed behind him.
Guy: (Reservedly) Good evening, sir. Good evening, Barbara.
Barbara sat restlessly, then suddenly rushed over like a fired rocket, hugged and kissed Guy's cheek hard.
Barbara: A terrible thing happened, Guy.
Congressman: (firmly) Sit down, Barbara.
Barbara sat down docilely. Guy is still standing.
Congressman: (Embarrassingly) It seems that there is no diplomatic method specifically for reporting bad news. I am sorry to have to let you know that it is about your wife...she was murdered.
Guy looked at the congressman blankly.
Barbara: The police tried every means to contact you, they just used radar.
Congressman: You need to contact the McCaff Police Department.
This incident once again impacted Guy's mind.
Guy: Marianne... was murdered.
Annie: (Very nervous) She was strangled to death.
Guy's eyes met with Annie's eyes. They all remembered what he said when he called: I can't wait to strangle her. Guy sat down. The congressman is quite annoying.
In the next conversation, Barbara quietly brought drinks to everyone.
Congressman: (Carefully to Gay) The incident happened on an island in a playground. It was probably a kind of "love channel". What an undecent environment.
Barbara: (to Gay) Marianne went with two men. They found her. So they are not suspected. But you are suspicious.
Member: Miss, I can't deny that this murder case has been brought to my house, but I forbid you to bring it into my house.
Barbara: (eyes widening) This is obvious. The police would think that Gay killed Mariam in order to marry Annie. In such cases, the police must first consider her husband, because Gay would have such motives.
Member: Motivation?
Guy: (softly) She's right. No matter how you look at it...I have suspicions.
Member: (Loss of confidence, but forcibly calm) Forget it, kid. I am sure you have nothing to worry about.
Barbara: (calmly) If no one can prove his whereabouts at 9:30 tonight, he would have something to worry about.
Annie: (Her eyes never leave Guy for a moment) Can you tell them where you were, Guy?
Gay: I was on a train from New York to Washington at 9:30.
Congressman: (Reassured) Great.
Barbara: Who saw you? Who have you spoken to? You need a witness, do you understand?
Guy: I understand. I spoke to a person.
Member: (hopefully) Is it an acquaintance?
Guy: No. His name is Collins and he is a professor.
Congressman: Is it Harvard?
Guy: It's from the University of Vauginha.
The congressman nodded. The expression seemed to mean: Well, it's not bad. Annie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.
Annie: That's easier.
Barbara: Not necessarily. Detectives are looking for motives, motives. See who has the motive to kill.
Annie: I want to celebrate the word.
Barbara: He has to be questioned.
Member: It's just a routine.
Guy: What I worry about is that many reporters will bother you in the morning.
Barbara: Dad doesn't care about this little scandal. He is a parliamentarian.
Annie: (Answering Guy) This is inevitable, dear. They can't blame you, and they can't explain that you are related to the case.
Guy: Some people think so...I want to find a way to prevent you from getting involved.
Member: According to my experience, Guy, you must never be intimidated by false accusations. Unless they have evidence. We will try our best to help. This is really a terrible thing. Your wife is so pitiful.
Barbara: She is an adulteress.
Member: (correct her) She is alone. Let me remind you that even the most unpromising people have the right to live and pursue happiness.
Barbara: As far as I know, she pursues everything.
Councillor: Barbara!
Annie: Father, it's already late, and Guy seems to be tired.
Member: Of course, of course. Go to sleep, Barbara.
Barbara: (Ignores) This time it's fine, no one will hinder you anymore. You can get married right away. Think about it-you are free.
Annie and Guy looked at each other, gradually realizing the actual meaning of Mariam's death to their happiness-they were free.
The councillor firmly pushed Barbara out.
Congressman: (To Barbara) You don't have to say everything in your heart.
Barbara: (sweetly) Father, I am not a politician.
The councillor gently but firmly pushed Barbara out.
Congressman: Don't forget to call, Guy. Go to Sheriff Tory.
Guy: Okay, sir. Good night.
Barbara poked her head in again.
Barbara: I still think it's a wonderful thing if a person even wants to kill because he loves you. (After talking and leaving again)
Guy and Annie are the only ones left in the living room, and they hug. Annie's emotions were obviously relaxed.
Annie: I repeatedly told myself that I was thinking about it—but when I heard the news, I was very panicked. My mind always echoes the words you said when you called from McCaff.
Guy: I can't wait to be strangled...
Annie immediately covered his mouth.
Annie: Don't say it, forget you said this sentence. What's more terrifying than this murder case is that if you are really involved, we will have to be separated. It may be a permanent separation. I will never see you again. How can I bear it!
McCaff Avenue, a
busy street in the afternoon during the day . A group of people, including several news photographers, gathered outside the
McCaff Police Station·Daytime
Gate. When Gay arrived in a taxi, the crowd immediately became commotion, and Gay squeezed through the crowd. Three or two spotlights flashed; someone whispered about Guy. Guy walked into the door in the
corridor of the police station and
questioned the two policemen standing aside.
Guy: Where is Sheriff Tory's office?
A policeman pointed to a door on the right. Guy walked over and pushed the door.
On
one side of the reception room outside Sheriff Tory’s office sat a young sergeant with a typewriter. On the other side, some people were sitting on benches against the wall.
Guy came in and walked to the sergeant.
Guy: This is Guy Hines. Sheriff Tory is waiting for me.
Sergeant: Please wait, Mr. Hines.
He got up and walked inside.
As Guy waited for the briefing, he subconsciously looked at the people around him. He couldn't help taking a breath. It turned out that he saw Marie-Am's mother, Mrs. Jos, sitting there all over her body. She originally looked at the floor, and then slowly raised her eyelids to look at Guy, who were eyes full of hatred.
Mrs. Jos: (gritting your teeth) You have to pay for your life!
Next to her was Mr. Xiagrave. The manager of the musical instrument store looked at Guy and nodded at him awkwardly. Guy also nodded to him. There were also two men who accompanied Marianne to the playground. They looked at Guy with interest.
Guy looked away uncomfortably. He suddenly saw Professor Collins sitting behind him, who was the drunk who was in the car with him last night. The professor was fully awake at this time, and he was very proud. He was wiping his glasses and ignored Guy's arrival. When Guy was about to greet him, the inner door opened.
Sergeant: (outside the picture) Please come in, Mr. Hines.
Guy had to give up and walked into Sheriff Tory's office, and people watched him in.
Sheriff Tory's Office Sheriff
Tory is a shrewd, practical, and kind person. When Guy walked in, he pushed aside the photos and files in front of him and got up to salute. A detective fiddled with the coffee maker. Their sullen expressions are very different from Guy's confident face after meeting the professor.
Sheriff Tory: You are on time, Mr. Hines. This is Detective Kember. (Two people nod their heads in greeting) Please sit down.
Guy: (sit down) Thank you, sir.
Sheriff Tory: I know you are very busy, so I won't delay your time... You have told us your whereabouts last night, and we have also found someone you talked with on the train.
Tory motioned to Kember to invite the professor in.
Guy: Yes, I saw him outside.
Kempel: (Outside the door) Please come in, professor.
Professor Collins came in and sat down on the chair opposite Guy.
Tory: Professor Collins, this is Mr. Hines. He took the same train as you last night.
The professor looked at Guy and turned to Tory embarrassedly.
Collins: I'm really sorry, I haven't met this gentleman.
Guy's face changed suddenly.
Collins: What is shocking is that I can't remember what happened on the way back from New York...because they held a small farewell party.
Guy: But we were indeed sitting face to face in the living room carriage! You also sang a song about a sheep...
Collins: A sheep?
Guy: There are also slight points. You summarized your report.
Tory and Kember watched them carefully from the side.
Collins: Really? Forgive me, Mr. Hines. I must be drunk! I can't remember anymore.
Guy: (turning to Tory calmly) Sheriff, whether he remembers me is not that important. The important thing is that I proposed a person who had taken the same bus with me. That's why you will find him. Isn't that enough to show that I was on the train at 9:30 last night?
The Bolton’s living room. The
Boltons are drinking coffee at dusk . Barbara is reading a new detective novel. When Guy came in, Annie stood up to welcome him.
Annie: Have you eaten yet? Dear?
Gay: I ate on the train.
Annie: Why did you stay in McCaff for so long? We thought you would be back soon.
Barbara: I don't have one. They sometimes detain suspects for one or two nights.
Senator: (Glances at Barbara) Sit down, Guy. Pour him a cup of coffee, Annie. (To Guy) No trouble, right? Have they checked with your witnesses?
Guy: What can you do if the witness is a drunk?
Barbara: You mean he was drunk yesterday?
Guy: I was so drunk. He doesn't remember me at all.
Annie: But you know he was on that train. Doesn't this prove that you are also on the train?
Guy: The time is wrong. They thought it was entirely possible that I would get into the car from Baltimore after killing Maryam.
Annie: (Nervous) This is ridiculous. They seem to really treat you as a murderer.
Barbara: Annie, it's no big deal. Of course, the police have to consider more complicated. Right, father?
Member: I hope so. (To Guy) What do you plan to do next?
Gay: No matter what you do, the police will know. They gave me a gift. Come and see (he walks to the window and gently opens the curtains) my patron saint.
Everyone leaned to the window to look out. There was a man on the opposite sidewalk. He lit a cigarette and paced back and forth.
Barbara: Stalking?
Guy: His name is Leslie Hanasse, and he works 16 hours a day. The other 8 hours will be replaced by someone else. (Puts down the curtains and walks back to the original seat) But this Han Naxi is a good person.
Barbara: Shouldn't we invite him in for a cup of coffee or something?
Congressman: I want to remove this person following you immediately.
Guy: I'm afraid he will follow me even if I go to Congress.
Member: Does he have to check my office?
Gay: Maybe.
Congressman: I suggest that in order to make you feel more at ease, you should work at my house for a few days!
Guy: So how do I practice? Maybe I should give up the forest mountain competition.
Congressman: My dear boy, doesn't that seem ridiculous? If you really cancel all your plans.
Annie: Father is right. You can't do anything suspicious, you must live as usual, as if nothing happened.
Barbara: And Mr. Hanasse is with you.
Several people were silent. The footman comes in.
Male servant: Your phone, Mr. Hines. Said it was looking for you in an urgent matter.
Guy picked up the handset, and the Bolton family looked at him.
Guy: Hello?
In a phone booth Bruno
Bruno: Hello, Guy. I called your house, but... hey, Guy, this is Bruno! Guy hurriedly hung up the phone in
Bolton's living room
. He looked at everyone and tried to explain.
Guy: Wrong. It's not for me.
His eyes met Anne's puzzling eyes, and he seemed even more embarrassed.
Washington Avenue·Near Jefferson Monument·Daytime
Guy and Hannessy were walking down the street. They seemed very friendly. Guy carried a bag. Han Nasi is 30 years old and is a responsible, well-dressed, well-educated and likable person.
Guy: I think I will be lucky enough to be the fifth player.
Han Naxi: I have never watched the Forest Mountain Competition. It would be nice to see it earlier.
Guy: Are you saying that we should go together?
Hanasse: Don't worry. By the time of the game, the case had already been figured out. (Change the subject) Have you ever thought of becoming a professional golfer?
Guy: No. When I no longer play, I want to enter politics. This is my wish.
Han Naxi: Doing politics? You should be pleased that this is not within the scope of my report. (Lighting a cigarette)
Guy suddenly saw a figure in the distance.
In the distance is the white memorial hall, and a person stands beside a big pillar. The man waved to Guy, which was undoubtedly Bruno.
Hanasi: (Outside the painting) If he knows you want to be in politics...
Guy turned away from Bruno and wanted to leave here immediately.
Hanasi: He has to send ten people to nail you. He said...
Guy: (Interrupting him) Let's take a taxi. We are late.
He waved to stop a taxi and got in.
Gay: Go to the Pentagon.
Hanasse: No, you can't go there. As soon as I went in, I couldn't tell the difference between the north and south.
Guy's apartment night
Guy entered the door from the outside. There is an envelope on the ground. Guy picked it up, stared at it for a while before opening it, and pulled out a piece of paper from it. He read the letter with a look of disgust.
"Dear Guy, we have to meet to discuss the plan. Call Arlington to find me, time is running out. Bruno"
Guy tore the letter to pieces, took out the match, lit the shards, and put it in the ashtray inside.
Outside the Mellon Art Museum·Dusk
Hanasse performs a mission outside the door. Guy and Annie at the
Mellon Museum
slowly browse the exhibits in the museum, appearing casual and affectionate.
Annie: We should go back now.
Guy: We only spent an hour alone. Do you like it?
Annie: Hiji.
Guy: I feel like a goldfish.
Annie: Me too. When we build our own house, we don’t need windows, doorbells, newspapers and telephones...
Guy: Don’t Han Naxi.
Annie: How long will it take?
Guy: I don't know, you have to wait until they find out the truth.
Annie: By then we will be relaxed, right?
Gay: Maybe.
A figure flashed behind a large column in the art gallery. It was Bruno.
Bruno: (softly) Guy!
Annie turned her head when she heard the sound. Guy wanted to ignore it, but he had to follow Annie to look back, and he walked towards Bruno. Anne watched as Jorge walked towards the stranger, and at the same time she breathed into Bruno's tie clip, the name gleaming on it.
Guy: (hatredly) Can you stop pestering me?
Bruno: But why don't you call me? My father is going to Florida this weekend...
Guy: You lunatic! There are plain clothes watching me outside, and he will find that we are together.
Bruno: Hi, they won't treat you like that. Is that Annie Bolton? She is better than Mariam. Right, Guy?
Guy: Don't bother me again! (Turns around and walks back to Annie)
Annie: Who is he?
Guy: I don't know. It's a tennis fan.
Annie felt a little strange.
Bolton’s study. Daytime
Guy and a secretary are arranging the study into an office. The secretary handed Guy a large envelope.
Secretary: Mr. Hines, this is a special item, and it is stated that you must personally open it.
When Guy opened the envelope, Barbara was standing on a ladder, looking for a book on the top of the shelf. On one side of her is the window.
Barbara: Are you going to practice today, Guy?
Guy: (Takes out a piece of letter paper, glances at it, but doesn't understand it) If you can contact the club venue, go.
On the letter paper in Guy's hand are drawings of the Anthony's yard and house plan. A route is also drawn on the indoor map, showing how to get to "my father's room".
Secretary: (outside the picture) Barbara, who are you waving to?
Barbara: To Mr. Hanasse. Father really shouldn't turn him out. Do you know him, Louise?
Secretary: I don't know.
Barbara: He is so handsome.
With a frown, Guy quickly crumpled the letter paper into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket. He couldn't help but froze, and the secretary looked at him sympathetically.
Secretary: Mr. Hines, has something happened?
Guy: (Forcing a smile) Nothing, thank you, Louise.
The Washington Country Club’s tennis
court has a referee’s seat on one side of the court, and twenty or thirty spectators on the other side. Mixed doubles are being played on the court. Gay approached the court with a racket. His partner and several other tennis players are also nearby. Guy looked around, some people were looking at him, and some people hurriedly looked away. He walked away wittily, and when he passed a few female tennis players, they started talking to him.
The first female athlete: He dared to come here if something like this happened.
The second female athlete: He probably wants to promote himself.
Guy stood behind the referee's chair, the referee looked down, and he greeted him unnaturally.
The head of the person watching the ball swings with the shuttle-like tennis ball. There was only one person sitting still, and he looked at Guy intently. He is Bruno. At this point, the referee announced the final result of the game and called the next pair of athletes to prepare.
The players who finished mixed doubles shook hands with each other and left the field. Gay walked into the court while another athlete was doing warm-up exercises. Guy casually hit the ball back from the opponent, and looked at Bruno again. Bruno is leaving his seat. Guy understands his intentions. At this time, the opponent athlete spoke to Gay.
Athlete: (Outside the picture) Are you ready, Guy?
Guy quickly concentrated his attention and set up a posture to catch the ball. After Guy had practiced the ball
in the corridor leading to the open-air cafe
, he took a racket and a towel around his neck and walked towards the open-a
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