"The Man on the Moon" movie script

"The Man on the Moon" movie

text / (USA)
Translated by S·Alexander L. Kieslovsky / Fu Qi

(fade in)
interior, virtual space, and
Andy Kaufman standing in a virtual scene during the day In, it looks a little nervous. He opened his eyes wide and evasive. He looked at us, looking embarrassed, disturbed, and a little cute. His hair was smoothly attached to the top of his head, and he was dressed in costumes from the Andy Kaufman special show "Friendly World".
Finally, Andy spoke with a strange foreign accent.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): Hello, I’m Andy, welcome to watch my video. (Pauses for a moment, looking unhappy) I thought my story would be very good... but it turned out to be like this, it was terrible! All lies! Things are all messed up... Someone I know played someone else... It's a mess! So I broke into Universal and cut out all the mess. Now, this film is much shorter. In fact, what you see now is the end of the film. Thank you for coming! Bye-Bye!
Andy put the stylus of the phonograph on the turntable, and the wonderful ending song sounded and the ending subtitles appeared.
Andy stood motionless, looking at the audience awkwardly. The music stopped, and he put down the stylus again to start the music again. The number of times he repeats this action depends on the length of the subtitles.
Finally, the subtitles are over. Shao Qing, Andy leaned into the painting, with a sly smile on his face. His accent was gone, he whispered ---
Andy (normal pronunciation): That's it! Only my friends are left. I just want to drive away those people... they will laugh where they shouldn't. (Pauses for a moment) What I just said about this movie is pure joking... In fact, this movie is great! It contains everything...from when I was a child until I died. (Suddenly widened his eyes, covering his mouth) Hmm! ! I shouldn't have said this! Oh, hey, hey... Let's start now. Let us follow the story back to Great Neck Long Island...
Andy turned around and turned on an old 16mm projector. The machine makes a "humming" sound. He smiled and looked at the twinkling light.
Andy: Oh, yes, I remember very clearly... The
lens is zoomed in, the white beam of the projector, the picture is full of white light, the white light is shining, getting brighter and brighter...
(Overlay)

Location, test In Fuman House (1957), the
black and white images slowly turn into color during the day . In 1957, Great Neck, a noble community inhabited by Jews. A few boys with shaved heads were playing baseball in the street. They were laughing and shouting. A large convertible stopped in front of the smallest house, and 40-year-old Stanley Kaufman got out of the car. He is wearing a suit and looks like the kind of person who only knows how to do a good job---tired and full of responsibility.
Stanley walked over and watched the baseball game admiringly. It was his 6-year-old son Michael, a cute little guy who hit the ball. Michael swings the bat—the crisp sound of the ball—it's a first base. Stanley smiled.
Stanley: This is my child! nice shot! Lad. (Patting Michael affectionately, looking at him) Hey, Michael... where is your brother?
Michael: He is in the room.
Stanley's mood fell suddenly. He frowned angrily, grabbed his briefcase and strode into the room.

Interior view, Kaufman's kitchen (1957),
Carol is crying during the day . 35-year-old mother Janis is cutting carrots sharply. She is cooking dinner. Stanley strode past them.
Stanley: Is he in the room?
Janice: Of course he is in the room. (Emphasis added) All his "friends" are there.
Stanley stared and walked upstairs angrily.

Interior view, the corridor of Kaufman's house (1957). During the day,
Stanley hurriedly walked to Andy's door. The door was closed, but the voice of Andy could be heard.
Andy (voice-over imitating the girl's anxious voice): But, Professor, how come this monster grows so big? (Pretending to be a British professor again) There is a problem with the water in the jungle. I have to solve this secret signal.
Stanley was helpless and opened the door.

Interior view, Andy's room (1957), during the day
we can see 8-year-old Andy, performing a show against a wall. Andy was elated and full of enthusiasm.
Andy (pretending to be a British professor): Maybe I should talk to the local natives. (A native who pretends to be dancing) Boo, pong, pong, come on! Huh, pong, pong, go! .
Stanley: Andy!
Andy (shocked): Oh!
The child suddenly looked like a different person, everything about him converged, becoming introverted and clumsy. Stanley looked at his son discouragedly.
Stanley: Andy, you can't do this anymore. Our home is not a TV station. There is no camera on that wall.
Andy (looks at that wall): Hey.
Stanley (trying to make it clear): Son...listen to me. This is unhealthy. You should go outside and take part in sports.
Andy: But I have a sports program here, a wrestling match, on Channel 5.
Stanley (furiously): You know I'm not talking about this! Listen, I have decided! You are not allowed to act here alone in the future. If you want to act, you must have an audience.
Andy (pointing to the wall): But, but I have an audience.
Stanley: No! That's not an audience! That's wallpaper! The audience is flesh and blood! They are alive and panting! do you understand? !
Andy thought for a while, weighing the options his father offered him, and then he nodded.
(Cut to)

Interior, Kaufman's living room (1957). Later that day,
Carol was sitting in her crib. Andy suddenly pulled her out.

Interior view, Andy's room (1957), daytime
Andy hurried in, he put Carol on the ground. She sat there seriously, with a dazed expression on her face.
Andy walked to the middle of the room and restarted his performance.
Andy (pretending to be the host of a children's show): Now, kids! It's time for TV entertainment theater! (A few rounds of applause by himself) Hi, everyone! Are you ready to sing with me? I will say the name of the animal, and you guys will tell me how it is called! Ok……? it is good! (Begins singing) "Oh, cow screams..."
Carol stared at him without blinking, and then ---
Carol: Moo.
Andy (laughing happily): The dog barked...
Carol: Wang! Wang!
Andy: The cat cries...
(Dissolved to)

Interior view, New York nightclub (1975),
close-up view of Ye Andy. He is 26 years old and has grown up.
He still performs this song.
Drunk audience: Meow! !
panoramic. This is a small hippie nightclub.
Andy: The birds cried...
Drunk audience: Chi, Chi! !
Andy: The lion cried...
Drunk audience: Oh) Hmm!
Andy: They can only call that way! (Grinning) Thank you. goodbye!
Andy waved his hand and bowed the curtain. There was sparse applause in the nightclub.
Andy sighed. The nightclub manager stepped onto the stage in a huff. He glanced at Andy unhappily, then picked up the microphone.
Manager: Ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Andy Kaufman for bringing us the comedy show!
In the background, Andy began to pack his little props: puppets, kangji drums, a phonograph... he put all these things in a big box.
(Cut to)

Interior view, New York nightclub (1975), the
nightclub was empty later that day . The manager is tidying up the bar. Andy walked over eagerly. In the audience, he appeared calm and gentle-his voice was not much louder than a whisper.
Andy:...Then, Mr. Besseman, I will come at this time tomorrow...
Manager (embarrassingly): Well, I think...Andy---I...I'm thinking of letting you go...
Andy: You want to fire me? (Pauses for a moment) I didn't even ask you to be paid!
Manager: Listen to me, I don't want to embarrass you. But...your performance is too unprofessional---sing with me...puppets...play recording...
it was too sudden for Andy, he didn't know what to say. He felt hurt.
Andy: What do you want? "Play with my wife, you are welcome"? ?
Manager: Yes! What I want is comedy! For example, making jokes about traffic conditions, imitation shows, or silly jokes...
Andy: I ​​can't tell . Me, everything I do is different from others!
Manager: Yes, it's a person who can make this place lively! Brother, when you sang, I didn't even have the energy to drink, I cared what he called the "weasel"...
Andy looked at the manager in frustration.
Manager (continued): I'm sorry. Your performance here is over.
A disturbing pause. Andy cried.
The manager lost his words all at once, and he didn't know what to do.
Andy was crying pitifully, tears streaming down his cheeks. The manager is inexplicable, he has no way of judging what is happening before him. Andy covered his face in shame, turned and walked out. Then there was silence. The manager watched him leave, wondering what had happened.

Location, New York nightclub (1975), and
Andy rushed out the door crying that night . He stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped crying immediately, as if what had happened before had never happened.
Andy lifted his big box and walked forward, shaking his head angrily. He turned into a dark alley. This is a typical annoying New York neighbourhood, and Andy walks hurriedly alone. But two people appeared soon, and they approached quietly. Andy stopped, he hesitated, not sure whether he should turn around. At this moment, the two thugs had already reached his side, staring at him fiercely.
Mob A: Give me the wallet.
Andy looked at the two people timidly. They confronted each other nervously for a moment. He was thinking, weighing the choices
he could make-- he suddenly stammered, still with a strong foreign accent.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): I---Push (don't) understand! !
Mob A: Take out your money!
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): What? ? What to hold (money)? Ah poop! I did not hold (money)!
The two thugs glanced at each other.
Andy (pretends to be a foreigner and continues): Qiuqiu (please) you guys! I just moved to the United States yesterday! I do everything (don’t) know!
Mob A: What's in the box?
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): Pounce (no)! Poems (yes), poems (yes) brought from my hometown, some things from me to myself.
Thug B: Shut up! Give me the box!
The guy snatched the box and smashed the lock... the clothes, the kangji drum and the record all fell out. The two thugs were very frustrated.
Thug A: Fuck outsiders!
Thug B: This guy is pitiful. Let's go.
They glanced at Andy, turned and walked off angrily.
Andy breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up his belongings from the ground one by one. He said loudly to the two guys.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): Sheshe (thank you) you guys!
(Cut to)

location, impromptu nightclub in New York (1975), night
The impromptu nightclub is the largest comedy club in this area. The audience lined up for admission. George Spiro, a talented Hollywood agent, strode forward. George is a conservative person—with a Bronx accent, simple mind, and enthusiasm—but he seems to have a lovely affinity. The doorman smiled when he saw him and waved to let him in.

Interior scene, New York impromptu nightclub bar (1975), the night
bar is full of comedians and singers and dancers. Some people turned around and greeted with a smile: "George!", "Hi, George!". George shook hands with a few people, whispered a few words with a few people, and then continued to walk over...

Interior view, New York impromptu nightclub performance area (1975),
performances are being performed at night here. The boss Bud Friedman saw George, came over and hugged him warmly, and then squeezed him to a table.
George sat down and looked at the stage intently.
On the stage, the funny actor is acting a clever man.
Funny actor: I am preparing a special Christmas gift for my mother-in-law: a funeral paid in advance! The person at the funeral home asked me if I wanted her to be buried? Put preservatives on her or use cremation. I said, "Come on all three! I don't want to make any mistakes!" (audience laughs) Thank you, good night!
The burlesque waved and exited. The audience applauded. George slapped his chin politely. The pianist immediately began to play the inaudible music.
It seemed like an intermission... But at this moment, Andy suddenly stepped onto the stage awkwardly. He is a funny look of a foreigner. The pink jacket and tie, with shiny hair combed backwards, his eyes panicked, like a deer illuminated by the headlights of a car. He put down the big suitcase in his hand, took out all kinds of useless things from it and put them on the chair.
The whole house was quiet, and no one knew who this hapless guy was. Andy tried to grab the microphone, his stage fright looks very uncomfortable.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): Now...now (looks around)...thank you. I am very happy to be here. I think this place is very beautiful. But one thing I don't like is that the traffic is too heavy. Tonight I have to go from...er...the highway, the traffic is too heavy. It took me an hour and a half to get here!
Andy chuckles, as if this is the "burden" he shakes out.
The audience didn't say anything, they didn't know what it was.
Andy (pretends to be a foreigner and continues): But... tell you something terrible: my wife. Play with my wife, you are welcome.
There were surprised sounds in the audience, mixed with a nervous laugh or two.
Andy made a pose, like what the audience should do after they understand his joke.
Andy (pretends to be a foreigner and continues): No, it's not true. I'm just kidding, I love my wife very much. But she can't cook. You know, once, she made steak and mashed potatoes. Hey, the night before, she made spaghetti and meatballs. Her craftsmanship is terrible... it's terrible.
Everyone felt embarrassed. Some people turned their eyes away, and several fashionable-looking people smiled sarcastically.
George leaned forward. Andy wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Andy (pretend to be a foreigner and continue): Next, I want to perform a few imitation shows for everyone. First of all, I imitated Archie Bunker. (His tone has not changed at all) "You fool, everyone is a fool! Uh, leave, leave my chair, fool... to, uh, fool, go to the kitchen and get some food! Uh, Everyone is stupid! I don't like anyone, everybody is a big stupid! "Thank you! . (He is very happy and bows proudly) Now, I want to imitate US President Jimmy Carter for everyone. (His tone remains unchanged) "Hello everyone, this is Jimmy Carter, the President of the United States of America."
Some people coaxed and left. Several people smirked and heard a sign.
George's interest was stirred up.
Andy (pretends to be a foreigner and continues): Now... I will imitate Elvis Presley for everyone.
A woman laughed sarcastically. Andy grinned, looking stupid. He turned around and turned his back to us. He pressed the "play" button of the recorder... The theme song of "2001: A Space Adventure" rang.
The lights in the room dimmed dramatically. With a wave of dancing, Andy tore off the two straps on the pants --- revealing the rhinestones inside the pants. He took off his pink jacket and replaced it with a white jacket studded with gems.
He combed his hair. Stroke again. Then he combed it again. Finally, he picked up the guitar and put on a pose—he turned around.
We saw Elvis. Confident, sexy, with a crooked mouth, really cool shut.
The audience was shocked.
The music of Elvis Presley's appearance burst out loudly. Andy/Elvis walked to the left of the stage and bowed. He walked to the right side of the stage and bowed again. Then he went back to the left side of the stage and bowed. The music stops.
Andy (imitating Elvis Presley's tone): Thank you everyone.
Cheers from the audience! They were shocked and couldn't help but clap their hands in exclaim. This person is simply Elvis.
Suddenly, the guitar of "Prison Rock" rang.
Andy (continues to sing in the tone of Elvis Presley): The warden held a party in the prison in the county seat! There was a band of prisoners, and they started howling and crying!
George's perspective shot. He was shocked. Although he wasn't quite sure what was going on right now, he was already infected.
He beckoned Bud over. Bud bent down.
George (whispering): Hey, what is the origin of this guy?
Bud: He seems to be from Lithuania. No one here knows him.
George: Nodded appreciatively: He is so fucking like Elvis.
(Cut to)

Interior, New York impromptu nightclub (1975), and
Andy was packing things up later that night . He carefully folded each piece of clothing, straightening the folds of the clothes.
George strolled over.
George: Hey, I like your show very much.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): Sheshe (thank you).
George: I heard that you are from Lithuania?
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): No, I'm from Kaspil.
George (a little puzzled): Kaspier? I have never heard of such a place.
Andy (pretending to be a foreigner): It is the (smallest) island in the ocean. (Pauses) It has sunk.
George: Oh. Uh, I... Uh, I'm sorry. (Pauses) Yes, listen to me, I might have a brain problem doing this, but I still think you are very interesting. If you need a broker... we can talk about it.
George handed Andy a business card. Andy looked at it for a while—his eyes widened suddenly. He no longer speaks in a foreigner's accent.
Andy: Mr. Spiro, it's such an honor! !
George realized that everything just now was a performance. He smiled knowingly.
George: Kaspier, huh? !
(Cut to)

Interior view, "Lai Lai Lai" health restaurant.
This is a gypsy health restaurant. All the waiters are female hippies wearing flat sandals. Andy and George are sitting together, this is how they know each other better.
Andy: Tell you, I want to be the most famous star in the world.
Andy's arrogance surprised George.
George: People...like comedians.
Andy: I ​​am not a comedian. I have no talent (shrugs). I am a singer and dancer.
George raised his head and looked at Andy---discovered an incredibly large wet nose hanging under Andy's nostrils. George was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
A waitress brought two plates of healthy food from the 1970s—a paste made of seaweed, beans, and plant fiber—looks really bad. George frowned. Andy is more energetic.
Andy: Oh! I especially recommend lotus root.
Andy stretched out a small towel and wiped his hands. Then he couldn't help but put the food into small piles; the beans were arranged in the shape of a windmill, and the vegetable sprouts piled in a pile.
George fixed his eyes on this strange way of handling food.
George: You look promising...but...the problem is that I don't know where you should perform. You don't tell jokes... what you act is not good to make into a movie... You talk about... Where do you want to act?
Andy (briskly): I have always wanted to perform at Carnegie Hall.
George didn't know if Andy was joking.
George: Haha. very funny.
Andy put his cutlery in a water glass and dipped it twice, then he wiped it dry with a napkin.
George looked at him, really puzzled by his actions. When he looked up again and saw Andy, the drip fell under another nostril. He was surprised.
Andy: You see, I don't want simple laughter.
Andy is finally about to start eating—he lowered his head again and prayed silently. George frowned. Andy jerked his head up.
Andy: I ​​want a strong reaction! I hope the audience can have a direct experience. Either like me! Either hate me! Either simply leave the field --- this is the reaction I want!
Andy ate a bean with a sense of accomplishment. George looked at him and couldn't stand his big nose. He pointed to Andy's nose and handed him a napkin. Andy nodded, took the drop of rubber nose and put it carefully in a box.
Andy: When I become famous, I will sell them because they are "things that Andy Kaufman used."
At this moment, George was conquered. He laughed loudly--
George: You are such a lunatic. (Then, he appears very sincere) But - you may also be a genius. Okay, Andy, let's get started (stretching out enthusiastically).
Andy smiled slowly, and took George's hand. Two people shook hands. This can be called a historic moment.

Location, Beverly Hills, the
most dazzling place in Los Angeles during the day . money. Beauty.

Interior view, Spiro's office/West. During the day,
this is a real performing arts company with busy business and no charm at all. It looks more like an insurance company.
George was sitting in his office, calling to appease someone.
George: Sammy, there is a shortage of people in David Brenna. It's not a long time, but the opportunity is rare. You're on the road...just a little bit...
Secretary (voice-over, to George): Tony Clifton is calling!
George: Who?
Secretary (voice-over): He said he was a partner of Andy Kaufman.
George: I see. (Turns back to the phone) Sammy, think again. I have to hang up. (Pressing another line hard) How are you? This is George Spiro.
On the phone, an intermittent, hoarse, strong nasal growl---
Tony Clifton (voice-over): Hey, I'm looking for you, are you George Spiro?
George (pause): Uh, yes, I am.
Tony Clifton (voice-over): "I am"! You are him, me, and you too...big idiot!
George (inexplicably): Is there anything wrong with you?
Tony Clifton (voice-over): Something! If you are self-aware, stay away from Andy Kaufman!
George (very surprised): Who are you?
Tony Clifton (voice-over): Listen well—you'll know who the fuck I am right away. Tony Clifton! This is a respectable name, a fearful name. (Pause) Nice name, bad name, whose name is my name.
George: Listen, I don’t know what’s up with you...
Tony Clifton (voice-over): Kaufman is a lying bastard! If you sign with him, I will ruin you!
With a "click", the phone was disconnected. George was a little dazed.

Inside, a meditation club classroom at a university.
The light in the room during the day is wonderful, and the relaxing sitar music fills the room. Andy sat on a semicircular mat with fifteen barefoot students. They closed their eyes tightly and assumed different yoga postures. They are all meditating.
In front of them was a chair like a king's throne on which sat a respected Indian yogi. Little Wendy, the tutor, sat at his feet. Little Wendy is small and thin, and has an unimaginable sharp voice.
Little Wendy: Now, take a deep breath and slowly open your eyes. You should feel quiet, relaxed, and active.
The students opened their eyes.
Yogi: What do you think of now?
Student A: My mind is very clear and I feel great.
Yogi: Very good.
Student B: All the pressure in my body is gone.
The yogi's eyes turned to Andy. Andy smiled sweetly.
Andy: I ​​want to thank you, teacher. My heart emits pure energy.
The yogi nodded gently.
Yogi: You have always had a good heart. But I am still proud of your progress in training.
Andy: Yes, I put my energy into TM. In fact, my agent asked me to devote my energy to performing TV shows. He put me on a new show. I haven't invested yet, but I'm still very happy.
The yogi stared at Andy intently, indicating that he was listening carefully to his speech.
Yogi: Do you get along well with your family?
Andy: Well, yes. After I came here to practice, I never quarreled with them.
Yogi: You can't live without goals.
Andy: I ​​stopped drinking, stopped taking drugs, and meditated for three hours a day. This has become the center of my life...
Yogi: You are doing well.
Andy smiled quietly. This smile replaced a lot of what he wanted to say.
Little Wendy: Good. Who else wants to say?
Andy: Oh, wait! I have a question. (Pause, pluck up courage) Is there any... Is there any secret to make people laugh?
"Huh?" The yogi thought seriously, with a pensive expression on his face. Finally, he spoke ---
Yogi: The secret is silence.
(Cut to)

Interior, "Weekend Night Big Show" scene, the
audience sits down at night , this is the advertising time. The illuminator is adjusting the lights. The camera is ready.
Andy's family is sitting on the VIP table. Stanley and Janice are nearly half a century old, and both Michael and Carroll have grown up. They looked worried.
Carol: I still don't believe my brother is going to be on TV!
Janice: I hope he won't be too nervous.
Stanley: It doesn't matter if you are nervous or not. This show is only shown in the middle of the night—it is estimated that no one will watch it.
The ad was over, and the "Applause" indicator flashed. People applaud. The "On Air" indicator is on.
Moderator: Welcome back to the weekend night show! Below, as the first broadcast, we especially offer to everyone... Music, please Andy Kaufman! ! !
The live band began to play a prelude to the song. Andy walked onto the stage holding his gramophone and stood in front of the microphone. When the intro was over, when it was supposed to start, Andy didn't say anything, he looked around in horror. The band stopped...then started playing again. Andy remained silent. The band stopped again.

In the interior, "Weekend Night Big Show" live studio, night
producer Lauren Michaels looks a little anxious.
Lauren Michaels: What happened to him?

Interior scene, scene of "Weekend Night Show", night
At this time, Andy set up the gramophone and played the music loudly. This is the theme song of "Super Invincible Rat Overlord". Andy still stood there blankly. He deliberately did nothing.
The theme song of "Super Invincible Rat Overlord" sounded outside the painting:
We are in danger,
we are not desperate,
because where there is danger,
there is Super Invincible Rat Overlord!
The audience was puzzled. The Kaufman family panicked.

Interior, "Weekend Night Big Show" live studio, Ye
Lauren Michaels (panic-stricken): Oh my god, my god, why is he staying there? This is a live broadcast, this is a dead dish!

The interior scene, the scene of "Weekend Night Big Show", the night
scene returns to Andy.
The theme song of "Super Invincible Rat Overlord" (voice-over, continue)
We don’t think much about it,
we follow Super Invincible Rat Overlord... the
next moment-Andy seems to suddenly come to life. Sing the
theme song of "Super Invincible Rat Overlord" (voice-over):
I am Super Invincible Rat Overlord!
No one thought of this trick, they burst into laughter.
As soon as he finished singing this sentence, Andy immediately regained his expressionless expression.
"Super Invincible Rat Overlord" theme song (voice-over): Coming
soon, Super Invincible Rat Overlord!
The audience screamed excitedly. The music ended, and the audience applauded frantically.
Andy was very happy, he grinned and bowed the curtain call.
The Kaufmans clapped the most vigorously. Stanley looked at his son so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, he felt extremely proud.
(Cut to)

Interior view, Spiro's office/West, daytime
Andy walked in, and George jumped from behind the table.
George: Andy, come in quickly! It's great that you can fly over! !
Andy: The stewardess gave me this pair of headphones.
George: It's... great! But I have something better here. This time it’s amazing... (he said it was a mess, and deliberately sold it off) You definitely can’t believe your ears. This will be the rarest opportunity in your life... starring in the national TV network, the golden file ——— Sitcoms! ! !
Andy's smile froze. He froze there.
Andy: Sitcoms?
George: This is a classic! The performances of Mary Taylor Moore and Bob Newhart were made by these people! Talking about a taxi station! After acting this, you will become another Franz, and you will be so popular!
Andy (confused): Let me play Franz?
George: No! It's like Franz! Don’t you know that character, that’s the crazy guy who escaped from prison all day long! The children all follow him, sticking to him on the lunch box.
Andy (tenderly): George, I hate sitcoms.
George: Don't worry, the good ones are still behind! The people at ABC have seen the foreigner you play, they just want you to play him, and they gave him a name—(checking his record) Lanka, this is a favorite, A little silly mechanic! ! !
Andy (long pause): No way.
George: No way? Which part does not work? ?
Andy: Nothing at all. Nothing sounds good.
George (at a loss): Andy... this is the dream of every comedian.
Andy: I ​​told you that I am not a comedian. Sitcoms are the lowest level of entertainment—stupid jokes, pre-recorded laughs.
George (shocked): But, but, this is a classic, they made Bob Newhart popular...
Andy: I'm not interested. I want to write a script for myself (a moment of silence).
George (looking at Andy angrily): You have to act this.
Andy: I'm not acting.
George (furious): Listen, you arrogant! I have been doing this for 20 years! I tell you! If you don't seize it, this opportunity won't happen again, never!
There was a long silence. Andy looked at George, surprised by his passion.
Andy got up from the chair, looked around at the office furnishings, and looked at the various prizes on display... Among them were the golden discs—a symbol of success and experience.
Andy (thinking about it, nodding): Okay, okay, I'll act. (Pause) But I have the conditions.
George (relaxed): Of course! That's it.
Andy began to write something on a piece of paper.
George: What are you doing?
Andy: I ​​write down my conditions.
George waited patiently.
With a "click", Andy put away his pen, and he finished writing. George smiled and picked up Andy's order and glanced at it, his face immediately changed, and he was completely confused.
George: Are you kidding me? This is ridiculous!
Andy (without thinking): This is the condition of my performance.
George: What are your conditions! ! You can write it too! (He points to one) What's all this—"Guaranteed two guest appearances by Tony Clifton"? ! Who is Tony Clifton? !
Andy: He is in Las Vegas, and he is also in the circle. I used to learn from him often. We also... quarreled because of this.
George (seems to think of something): I think of this man. He is a fool! He hates you!
Andy: He is a bit rough, but I owe him personal love.
Andy smiled honestly at first, then he became very severe.
Andy: You said that I am the new "Franz", then the people from ABC should meet my requirements (Imitated Franz ironically). Hey, alas, alas, alas!
George is no longer so tough. He stared at the list.

Interior view, ABC's conference room (Los Angeles). During the day,
George was sitting at the conference table. Opposite him were three television network officials. George pretended to read Andy's request nonchalantly.
George: Mr. Kaufman asked to appear in the middle of each episode. (Pause) Mr. Kaufman asked for 90 minutes of meditation time before the filming, and no one should disturb him. (Pause) Mr. Kaufman asked not to participate in the rehearsal. (Pause) Mr. Kaufman asked to have his own special program time on the TV network.
All three executive officers looked blank. Finally, George read the key one.
George: "Taxi" series must guarantee two guest appearances by Tony Clifton.
Three executive officers: who? ? ?
George: Tony Clifton.
Executive First: Who is Tony Clifton? !
George (seriously): I don't know.
Long pause. The three executives looked at George as if they were looking at a madman.
George: But Andy said this person is amazing. (Appears a bit clumsy) He also said that these are the conditions for him to participate in the show.
The chief executive, Maynard Smith, moved a bit, feeling helpless.
Executive B: Did Kaufman want to ask for more money? Other people did it too?
George (slowly shook his head in frustration): No.
Maynard (looks at his men, frowns): George, we can't sign an actor who doesn't know what's going on. This business blows.

Interior view, Spiro's office/West. During the day,
George threw the bag on the table and then fell into the chair.
George (pick up the phone and start dialing): Andy?
Andy (voice-over): Hi, George!
George: Hi, Andy. I ask you, did this Tony Clifton perform anywhere?
Andy (Voiceover): Of course. (Pause) But only on Monday night.
George: Okay, where is it?

Interior view, Rome’s Mama’s restaurant. At night,
this is an Italian restaurant with very dark light and red car seats. There were arty people sitting in the dining room, smoky everywhere.
The foreman guided George to a seat. A small band squeezed on the "stage"-the so-called stage is a place about six feet wide at the top of the house.
The lights dimmed. A host with a sharp voice began to speak——
Host (voice-over): Here, Mama’s Restaurant in Rome is very honored to have invited the most prominent figures in the international music scene. His record sales have surpassed the combined sales of Elvis Presley and The Beatles...
George I don't believe it.
Moderator (Voiceover): Ladies and gentlemen, please invite the king of entertainment --- Tony Clifton!
The drummer struck out a string of drum beats. Customers applaud.
A chasing light hit the entrance, but no one appeared. The chasing light waited...waited...still waiting...the drum became slower and slower, and finally stopped. The host shouted again ---
Host (voice-over): Ladies and gentlemen, out of respect for Mr. Tony Clifton, in view of his voice quality requirements, please put out your cigarettes and cigars.
People complained angrily and did what he said impatiently. An angry guy stabbed the cigar into a glass of water.
Angry person: Damn, it's worth 5 yuan.
Moderator (voice-over): Now! I don't need to introduce it again --- Tony Clifton!
The band played the lazy standard "Valaire". Tony Clifton walked out swaggeringly, his appearance was disgusting. His face was like a rubber leather mask, he was wearing a black wig, and a black moustache hung around his upper lip. He wore a pair of dark glasses, and his stomach was straightened up. He was wearing a peach-colored dress with a blue shirt with velvet lace inside.
Tony stopped and smiled triumphantly at the audience. He took a cigarette and took a sip, then spit out a few smoke rings at the audience.
Tony Clifton: Ha! Hello everyone?
The audience was irritated.
Angry person: Fuck you uncle!
Although the others did not express it so strongly, they all agreed with this sentence. People started talking about each other. Tony ignored the noise in front of him. He began to sing, singing as if he was being stepped on his neck by something, and he couldn't find the tune-
Tony Clifton (singing):
Valer!
Whoa whoa.
Catal,
oh, oh, oh, oh.
George hid straight back. The singing is simply outrageous.
Tony Clifton (continue to sing):
Give me the wings of love,
give me the wings of a dove.
Give me... (forgot the words)
Uh... Kend chicken wings (the band can't find the tune)...
Tony Clifton (singing):
Oh. Hum, mum, mum,
mum, da, tum,
take a needle in your eyes (the band gives up and stops)...
Tony Clifton: This damn song.
Only one person applauded. Most people booed.
Tony Clifton: Hello everyone! (Arrogantly) Here, you guys, okay? How about you guys over there? (He approaches a woman) This, spaghetti, okay?
Woman: Don't bother me.
Tony Clifton: Okay! (He turns around) You, did you have a good time, sir? !
There was a person sitting at the bar. This person looked lonely and in a bad mood. He looked like a noodle. Tony Clifton walked up to him and put the microphone in his face.
Noodle: Okay...
Tony Clifton: What is your name?
Noodle: Bob.
Tony Clifton (his reaction seems to have heard something particularly funny): Bob? Bob! Bob, Bob,
Bob. Bob what?
Noodle: Bob Gosky.
Tony Clifton: Gosky? What surname is this, you are Polish?
Miangua (humbly): Yes.
Tony Clifton (from embarrassment to anger): Do you think this is Polish humor? I tell you, if you dare to do this, you fucking get out of this restaurant!
Miangua (cowardly): This is my name.
Tony Clifton: Shut up! I hate this kind of Polish jokes!
People are embarrassed.
Tony Clifton: My performance is clean! For example, I would never act...just the kind of..."What do you call beautiful girls in Poland"?
Miangua (smirking awkwardly): Called... to come out to play.
Tony Clifton: Got it, that's what I'm talking about! (Irritated) Now! It's my turn to give you some humor!
Tony grabbed Bob's water glass, poured his head at Bob and poured it down.
George was taken aback. People were stunned. Bob was watered all over. People booed loudly and started throwing things at Tony Clifton. Bob cried and stumbled out of the dining room.
Tony Clifton: Let's go, you fat man!
The whole room was in chaos, and people were extremely angry. George covered his face and couldn't bear to witness this scene. He looked very uncomfortable. Suddenly, Tony yelled at him sternly ---
Tony (Andy's voice): And you. Come and see me backstage!
George was afraid that he would rush over to do something.

Interior view, kitchen of Mama’s restaurant in Rome, later that night
The kitchen staff are working. George walked around, he finally found Tony. Tony turned his back to us, eating spaghetti at the staff table. George saw him and was not angry, he strode over angrily.
George: How about, here I am. What do you want?
Tony put down the fork in his hand. He paused for a while... slowly turned around... it turned out to be Andy.
George held his breath. His eyes were so staring that they were about to fall out.
Andy smiled naively and motioned for George to sit down.
Andy: Are you hungry?
George was gasping, as if he was about to suffer from a heart attack. There was a mess of porridge in his mind, and he tremblingly walked to a chair and sat down. George looked down, and Tony's rubber mask was next to the food.
George: I...I, I don't understand what the show is all about.
Andy (Enthusiastically): This is the old-fashioned way of funny, very good. Everyone likes villains.
George: Really? Then tell this to the idiot who was humiliated by you!
There was a pause. Bob came over. His real name is Bob Zumda.
Zumda: Hey, Andy, the acting is really good.
Andy: George, this is Bob Zumda. Bob and I have been partnering for several years.
George looked stunned. In the close-up, we can see that Bob is an arrogant and withdrawn person, and he is full of bad water. The two looked at each other and both smiled badly.
Zumda: The atmosphere is really hot!
George: Then your name is definitely not Gosky.
Zumda: Here, don't believe anything you hear.
George thought for a while and smiled.
(Cut to)

Interior view, ABC conference room (Los Angeles). During the day,
Maynard and his entourage were sitting at the table, listening intently. George whispered his top-secret news---
George: This incident can't get out of this room. The thing is like this: Andy is Tony, and Tony is Andy! The two of them will deny it back and forth, but I can assure God that they are the same person! (Emphatically) This sale is worthwhile! You get two Andy Kaufmans for one wage!
Maynard carefully thought about the ins and outs of this matter. He thought for a while, then suddenly laughed...

Interior view, AB supermarket, one
o'clock in the morning. Several people were hanging out in the supermarket, and Andy was among them. He was sitting in front of the Space Invaders game console. Andy stared at the screen intently, his eyes sharp, and from time to time he knocked down the Martians with his fingers. He played so utterly forgetting himself. In the background, George suddenly walked in the door. He looked around in the market and saw Andy all at once. He ran over excitedly.
George: Andy!
Andy (still playing the game): What's wrong?
George (laughing uncontrollably): Andy... they agreed! They all agreed! They think that the conditions you mentioned are crooked enough—what they are after is you! (Pause) You are going to be so popular!
Andy looked up, surprised. His space station exploded, but he didn't pay attention at all. He turned to look at George and smiled slowly and happily, really happy.
Andy: Thank you so much!
(Cut to)

Interior, "Taxi" filming scene,
the first week of filming "Taxi" during the day . The actors rehearsed in front of the set of the taxi stand. The producer is watching from the stands.
Jude Hulse, Tony Denzer, and Marilu Hanna are reading lines (to be confirmed when the specific lines are shot). Then, an annoying black stuntman began to read Lanka's lines.
The actors looked around ---
Tony Danze (furious): I said, what a gadget! (Strokes to the producer) Where is Kaufman? Why didn't he come? ?
A producer - Ed Weinberg stood up. He was terrified---
Ed: You will see him when the shooting starts on Friday. Now talk to Rodney.
Everyone was very angry. After a pause, the actors continued to rehearse...

Interior, the filming scene of "Taxi", a few days later, the
audience entered the scene one after another. The bleachers of the studio were full of spectators.

Interior scene, backstage of the filming scene of "Taxi", during the daytime
actors gather outside the dressing room.
Jude Hulse: I bet the stuntman played with us.
Marilu Hannah: No, Andy is here, I heard. It is said that he was locked in the dressing room.
Jude was surprised.

Interior scene, Andy's dressing room at the shooting scene of "Taxi",
Andy is meditating during the day . He is very peaceful, completely in peace of mind.
Silence is silent. Finally, a radio with an alarm clock "chirps".
Andy opened his eyes abruptly and exhaled calmly. He sat upright and took a sealed paper bag from his side. He tore open the bag and took out the script from inside.
Andy sighed, opened the script, and began to read page after page like a reader with ten lines.

Interior, the filming scene of "Taxi", the
stands were full of people later that day . "Taxi" (the scene rehearsed earlier) is being filmed here. At the appointed time, Andy, dressed as Lanka, enters the venue-his eyes are wide open, a cute look, and he is wearing a mechanic's overalls. He was jumping for joy on the court. People laughed.
A set of switching shots of "Taxi".
With fast switching shots, Andy plays a series of wonderful moments in Lanka. He is very popular. The applause is getting louder, louder, louder and louder...

Interior, the backstage of the filming scene of "Taxi", during the day the
actors bowed and ran off the stage. Everyone is very happy--except Andy.
He walked around Zumda with a serious expression.
Andy: I'm not acting anymore.
Zumda: What? ! ?
Andy: One episode of the show is worse than one episode.
Zumda: Are you crazy? ! Forty million people are waiting to see you every week!
Andy: Really? What do they know?
Zumda: They definitely don't understand anything! That's great! (Lower voice) They will trust you. You make the audience like you first, and then, in your special program, you can take them to the fun!
"Huh?!" Andy raised his eyebrows.
(Cut to)

Interior view, Maynard Smith's office (Los Angeles),
this is Maynard Smith's office during the day , and this real power executive controls the entire ABC here. At this moment, he was yelling into the phone——-
Maynard: I don't care! Travota signed the contract, as long as it is profitable, he will do it! ……OK! You can sue as you like.
He hung up the phone. His assistant sneaked in his head.
Assistant: Sir, something went wrong below. It's Kaufman's special program. They said he didn't comply with... technical requirements.
Maynard (confused): Technical requirements? ? ?

Interior scene, in the machine room of the shooting site of "Kaufman Special", at the same time
Andy was arguing with a giant-sized technician in the directing room. Zumda was eating a banana while watching.
Andy: This is my show! You hurry up!
Technician: No!
Maynard came over while buttoning his shirt. Little Wendy was sitting in front of a circle of candles meditating, and Maynard walked around her angrily.
Maynard: Andy, I heard that your special is very special... (Pauses here very cleverly) I know there is something wrong with the speed.
Technician (enough): Yes, this genius baby asked me to mess up my level control! He wants to make the screen scroll up and down!
Maynard (do not understand): You can let me see.
The technician pressed a key. An image of Andy appeared on the monitor, but it didn't take long.
Andy (image on screen): Please see below... The magical fat Luo Lisa who made her debut on TV! !
At this moment, Andy's image began to scroll up and down, and then it turned into a snowflake on the screen, and there were no images.
Andy (happily): The broadcast effect must be great. The audience will think their TV is broken. They will leave the seat, adjust the buttons, and knock on the TV, but they can't fix it!
Maynard stared at the monitor. The screen is still scrolling, and nothing can be seen clearly. He was disappointed--
Maynard: Andy... We don't want the audience to leave their seats. They will change channels.
Andy: But this is funny! This is a funny behavior. The audience will find that what they do is in vain.
He smiled narcissistically. Maynard stared at him blankly, trying to explain to him clearly ---
Maynard: Andy, uh, there has always been such a rule in the station: the audience must be able to see the show.
Andy: But it's only 30 seconds!
No one speaks.
Maynard: 5 seconds.
Andy: 20 seconds!
Maynard: 10 seconds.
Andy: A deal.
The two shook hands quickly. Maynard nodded and left.
Pause for a moment. Andy took out a small towel and wiped his hands clean.
A field worker walked over, holding a huge postal parcel in his hand.
Field Worker: Mr. Kaufman, would you like these letters?
Andy raised his head, he was happy, and he looked like he was about to celebrate.

Interior view, Andy's apartment.
This apartment doesn't look very good during the day , but it looks like a dormitory: cheap furniture everywhere, stains on the carpet, like a frame with pictures of Maharishi. Andy was lying on the bed, with countless letters from fans under his body. Andy was on the phone happily.
Andy: ...It's me, Andy Kaufman! ……real! ...I received your letter...So you like this show, don't you? You said in your letter that I was stupid. Do you think I'm too stupid? ……Very good. I am very happy.
A snapshot of the girl was pasted on the letter that Andy was holding. He is very nervous.
Andy: You are so kind, and you sent me a photo, Mimi... Because you know what I look like... Now, I also know what you look like!
Andy turned the letter over. He glanced at the reply address.
Andy: Here, uh, San Bernardio... (pause) It's only a few hours away from here, isn't it? ......

Exterior view, downtown San Bernardio, the evening
sun sets. Andy and Mimi are walking together in a business district that looks terrible. Mimi is healthy and sexy.
Mimi: ...In this case, when I finish third grade, I will work in my father's accounting firm. Unless I decide to live with my friend Valerie, she wants to move to Anaheim, but I don't want to.
Both felt that there was nothing to say.
Andy: Oh. (The other party still doesn't speak) Do you want to play wrestling?
Mimi: What did you say?
Andy: Do you want to play wrestling? Wrestling is a good way to break the barriers. (Pause) That kind of direct physical contact can really bring two people together.
Mimi didn't understand what he was trying to say, she thought Andy was very rude.
Mimi: What are you talking about? ! We have only met for an hour.
Andy (calmly): No, no, no, I'm not talking about sex! I mean, it makes people think of sex, but it's not, it's just wrestling, really.
Mimi: I don't want to talk about this anymore!
There was an awkward silence. They continue to move forward. Mimi raised her finger to the distance.
Mimi: The sunset is so beautiful.
Andy: What do you mean?
Mimi (a little angry): I mean... uh... the colors in the sky are so bright. I like this time of day.
Andy (shrugs stupidly): I haven't thought about this, I think it's just... it's dark. (Pause) But I like you! Hey! Shall we fill up the car and drive to Tijona to get married? ? ?
Mimi's angle shot. She was shivering with fear, and her voice became hoarse.
Mimi: I think I should go home.
(Cut to)

Interior view, ABC conference room (Los Angeles), during the day
George played Andy's special to Maynard and his entourage. The expressions on the faces of the TV network producers looked like dry stools.
On the screen --- Andy spoke tenderly and lovingly to "Little Brother Hello".
Andy (image on screen): Once... I went to your gallery. I'm sitting there, I just want to touch you. My mood is not very good, because I know what everyone looks like, so I thought, now, can I...touch you.
Andy touched the face of "Little Brother Hello" very softly, and then he began to cry.
The producers were shocked.
Andy (on the screen): Hello, I've been watching your show since I was a kid... (choked, anxiously) You are the first friend I made on TV. I have been hoping to see you...now...I finally saw you.
Producer B: This is not funny at all.
Producer C (sullenly): Pseudo-art rubbish...
George (very worried about this reaction): No...not all special editions...Wait a moment...The rest is particularly exciting.
At this moment, the TV picture turned into a snowflake. Maynard scowled---
Maynard: Oh my goodness! We are the best TV station, can't we provide a decent signal? !
Maynard jumped up angrily and hammered the TV hard. "Boom", "Boom"! George was a little scared, he whispered in a low voice overwhelmed--
George: Don't... uh... that's part of the show.
There was a terrible silence. Maynard was very embarrassed. He finally couldn't bear it---
Maynard: Go back and tell Kaufman that he will never want to broadcast this show! !

Interior view, Jerry's restaurant,
this is a delicatessen at night . Andy wears an apron and wipes the table angrily. He piled up the used plates and discarded the leftovers. Two workers in the form of workers waved at him from their seats.
Worker A: Excuse me, can you get me some more coffee?
Andy: Yes, yes, come right away. (Troubles the stack of plates into the kitchen) It's for coffee, right?
The man nodded. Andy hurried over with the coffee pot to pour coffee for the customer.
Worker A: I think you really look like Andy Kaufman.
Andy: Yeah, everyone said that.
Andy left quickly. The man's friend looked up and whispered.
Worker B: Let me tell you, he is Andy Kaufman.
Worker A: Do you bet? If it were him, he wouldn't work here anymore, and pour me coffee!
Next to the kitchen. Andy poured out the coffee grounds in the cup. He was sweaty all over. In the back view, George walked into the dining room. He saw Andy, so he sat at a table and shouted.
George: Hey! Could you please tidy up this table and give me a little cake?
Andy turned around. The two looked at each other.
George: Andy, you are too much. You took off that apron.
Andy (furiously): Don't take it off! I would rather work here than ABC. No one lied to me in the restaurant. They will not promise you to be a cashier for a while, and then let you go to the kitchen to fry things.
Andy hurried away with the kettle. George got up and chased him.
George: Okay, I apologize. They are all bastards! But what we are doing is groundbreaking work. You can't know beforehand what people like...
Andy: The reason why I played "Taxi" is to have my own special!
George (trying to calm him down): Listen to me, I plan to let you sign a contract with some theaters. At the same time, I put the special albums everywhere to see if anyone wants to buy them.
Andy (painfully): Okay, let's have a big second-hand auction. "Hey, take a look and see, who wants a floor lamp, who wants a special program on the TV network, it will be sold for 50 cents!"
Both of them felt frustrated. Andy filled the water glass with water.
Andy: How long is the contract that I signed with "Taxi" expires?
George: You signed for five years, and (embarrassingly) there are four and seven months left.
Andy (raising his eyes): Okay, I'll go back. But you tell them, first of all, they are not getting Lanka. What they got was Tony!
(Cut to)

Location, Texas A&M University Auditorium, night
big print sign "Texas A&M staged --- Andy Kaufman". You can hear thunderous applause inside.

Interior view, auditorium, and
Andy walked onto the stage at the same time . The fanatical applause grew louder and louder. For these people, Andy's appearance is an earth-shattering event.
Andy (smiling, bowing): Thank you everyone. I am very happy to be here. I believe we will have a great time tonight. We can sing together...
Sorority Girls: Acting as Lanka! !
Andy is very sensitive to the name, he is very upset, but tries to stay calm.
Andy: Uh, I want to show everyone a puppet...
Drunks (call it together): Lanka! Lanka, card, card, card! ! !
Andy made a face---but it didn't produce any effect---
Andy: Please wait for a while (walk off the stage angrily).

Interior view, backstage of the university auditorium, Ye
Zumda stayed in the middle of a pile of props with the Kangji drum beside him. Andy ran over.
Andy: Give me a book.
Zumda (shocked): No! Andy, don't do that.
Andy: They begged me to do this.
Andy snapped a book from Zumda. Zumda did not dare to stop him.

Interior view, university hall, Ye
Andy strode back, staring at the crowd——-
Andy: Because you are such a special audience...So this will be the first time I have ever shown the real me on stage. (Changed to a quick and clear British accent) I am actually an Englishman. I grew up in London and was educated in Oxford. Although I played a clown by chance, I think this job is really too vulgar. It can be said... American friends, (pause) I prefer literature. Therefore, tonight, I hope to bring you elegant enjoyment, and I will read the greatest novel ever! (Pick up the book) "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald! !
The audience was silent.
"Oh?" People don't know if this is good or bad. There was a bewildered whisper in the audience.
Andy (Fucking a British accent, opening the book with a "pop"): Chapter One. (Begins to read aloud) "My father gave me some advice during my young and naive years. Since then, I have repeatedly thought about these advices in my own mind. "Every time you observe others in the future," he Tell me,'Remember one thing: people in this world are not as well-bred as you are.'"
Some people laughed nervously. Does he really want to read this book aloud?
Andy (British accent, continue reading): "He didn't say much. Although our father and son didn't say much, we didn't say much to each other, so I understand that there is a deeper philosophy in his words..."
Suddenly, the audience Someone screamed---
Brotherhood boy: Lanka! ! !
The audience yelled. Andy stopped reading and looked at the student. He smiled.
Andy (in Lanka's accent): Shifenganshe (thank you very much)! ! !
The audience applauded enthusiastically. Andy waited until the applause calmed down, he started reading again---
Andy (British accent): "When I came back from the east last fall, I really hope that people all over the world will wear military uniforms and always maintain a serious attitude; I don't want to let my eyes have the privilege of rudely prying into the hearts of others. "The
audience started to applaud. Andy looked up at them.
Andy (British accent): Please, keep your voice down. We still have a lot to read. (Continue reading) "Only Gatsby (this book is named after this gentleman) is not immune - Gatsby, I unabashedly despise all his actions..."
People still dare not Believe in the facts at hand.

Interior view, university hall,
Andy (British accent) later that night : Chapter 2.
People are bored.

Interior view, backstage of the university auditorium,
the time on the night watch is 11:30. The organizer looked at Zumda angrily---
Organizer: Isn't he going to stop?
Zumda (coldly): Of course it will stop. He will stop when he finishes reading.

Interior view, the university auditorium,
people left the venue later that night , and almost half of them had already left. Andy is aware of people's disgust, but he has nowhere to go, he must continue.
Andy (British accent): "There is evidence that Tom was upset about Daisy running around alone, because the next Saturday night he and Daisy went to Gatsby's party. Maybe his presence brought that night Here comes a special depressive nature..."
Someone in the audience yelled feebly ---
a feeble voice: Acting Lanka.
Andy looked up, he was shocked. He thought it was an insult, "initiated his temper" ---
Andy (British accent): Listen! I don't have to stand here to endure your rudeness! Forget it, I won't act anymore. goodbye!
He closed the book "boom". People cheered. Andy finally had an episode, and he turned around.
Andy (British accent): No, no, I am teasing you.
There was a boo in the audience.
Andy (British accent): Listen well, do you want me to continue reading, or do you want to listen to the record?
The audience screamed to listen to the record. Andy smiled, and he put the stylus in place. Everyone was horrified to hear that the sound from the gramophone was Andy continuing to read "The Great Gatsby."
Andy (British accent from the record): "His appearance brought a particularly depressing nature to that night. In my memory, it jumped out of other Gatsby gatherings that summer. ......"
(Stacked)

Interior view, university auditorium,
there were only six people left in the auditorium later that night . Andy is still reading that book.
Andy (British accent): "Tomorrow we will speed up our pace and extend our arms farther... It will always be a magnificent morning... Therefore, we are going against the current, even though the regressive tide keeps pushing us in the past Over the years, we will continue to strive forward" (closes the book with a sad expression).
Andy (British accent): Finished.
There was no sound, Andy was immersed in exclusive joy, which was unobstructed from his face, as if he had just climbed Mount Everest.
Andy waited, but there was no applause. There was dead silence. Andy looked up... He realized that the already few audience members were sleeping soundly.
Andy shrugged and dragged off the stage slowly. In the side hall, Zumda snores loudly in a folding chair.

Location, university auditoriums, Dawn
Andy and Zu Muda came out, Zu Muda lurched his eyes look around. They dragged the suitcase containing the props and walked slowly towards the car they rented. There is no one on the campus.
Zumda: No one likes anarchy like I do... But it is impossible!
Andy nodded, but he didn't understand.
Andy: Let's go have breakfast.
(Cut to)

Interior view, Spiro's office/West, daytime
George was yelling at Andy and Zumda. The two sat on George's couch, bowing their heads in shame.
George: What kind of show is this? ? (He angrily finishes reading the list in his hand) Three hundred people leave! The organizer asks for a refund!
Andy sobbed, and he whispered to George like a puff of air--
Andy: I'm sorry, George...
George: You should be so fucking sorry! (Turns to Zumda) And you, you are the leader! You should remind him!
Zumda (sighing knowingly): We may be a little bit outrageous...
George got a fit , and he paced back and forth.
George: When performing in the Midwest and the South, you can't take the audience out! This is not post-modern, this is a beating. If you want to play in Texas, you have to play "Super Invincible Rat Overlord"! You have to play Elvis! !
Andy: But George, I want to widen the scene...
George: That's great. But only in Los Angeles and New York! There you experiment at will! I don’t care if I bring a sleeping bag to the stage when I go to bed!
Andy (thinking about George's words seriously): How long can they let me sleep?
George: I don't know! (Adjusts his emotions, lowers his voice, and calms down) Andy... You ask yourself: Who do you want to entertain? Is it the audience or yourself?
Angle shot of Andy. He didn't know it himself.
(Cut to)

Interior view, bathroom (Spiro's office/West),
Andy washes his hands madly during the day . He applied the washing liquid with his hand, then put his hand in the water and pinched it vigorously. Then use the detergent, then pinch, and then use the detergent...

Interior view, Spiro's office/West,
George sighed at Zumda during the day .
George: I am worried for Andy. His pressure is affecting his work.
Zumda (thinking about it): Isn't Tony Clifton about to be in the "Taxi" group? I'm afraid this will make him completely useless.
George: Bob, Andy needs a rest. See if you can let him leave everything here. Take him to Hawaii, or to Bali...
Find something special, good things... Zumda carefully considered George's words.
(Cut to)

Location, Wild Horse Farm (Nevada), during the day
a tattered sign says "Welcome to Wild Horse Farm". This place surrounded by barbed wire is the famous brothel. A dusty bucket truck was parked on the sand outside.
A car slowly stopped outside the gate. Zumda and Andy were sitting in the car, and Andy looked scared.
Andy: I'm not very familiar here... (worriedly) What will my mother think if she knows it?
Zumda: She would say "Now my son is a man".
Andy: This is too dirty.
Zumda: The girls here will clean them up before picking up the guests.
Andy (nodding): Okay.

Interior view, Wild Horse Farm. In the
reception room during the day there are light black posters with parquet frames and music playing. Twenty expressionless prostitutes lined up. Andy was nervous like a high school student, he pointed at a prostitute... and then he pointed at another... and then he pointed at the previous...
Zumda: Which one?
After a pause, Andy became a German. He put on his monocle and walked stiffly.
Andy (dressed as a German): Wang (I) Liang (two) want them! Wang (I) wants that lady...Han (also) wants the one with cold (two) big apples!
The two selected girls took Andy's hand and took him away. He walked to the door and glanced at Zumda nervously. Zumda smiled and comforted him. Andy swallowed and walked in...
After a while, Zumda began to deal with the elderly brothel proprietress, and by looking at her expression, she knew that she had become accustomed to these things.
Zumda: Today is very special, my friend is looking for a prostitute for the first time.
Boss (sneerly): What did you say? Andy comes almost every weekend.
Zumda (nearly dropped his chin): You mean...Andy?
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