I was impressed and moved by the scene where Marshall approached Earl and hugged him tightly in silence in the white daylight filtering through the kitchen window. Earl broke down, and he received the most comprehensible consolation—consolation from another self in the depths of his soul.
******The Hunger has returned to Mr. Brooks' brain***********
At first glance, the movie uses the word HUNGER in the opening subtitles, it is very likely to say this Man is a pervert, not that he is a foodie.
Mr.Brooks, the title sounds like an outdated country song.
In the low voice of prayer, Mr. Earl Brooks appeared.
man of the year
, Mr. Brooks is nearly fifty years old, with a successful career, a beautiful and considerate wife, and a decent life, which everyone envies.
But the hunger has returned.
A figure appeared in the back seat of the car, leaning on the driver's seat, whispering at Earl at an ambiguous distance.
Marshall, Earl's second personality, knew this fact and didn't mind it.
Marshall persuades Earl to give himself a reward, and Earl begs him to shut up.
He began to pray to God.
But no, Marshall poses like Satan whispering in the ear of the righteous, and he lets out an annoying laugh that sees through you.
He tells you where there is sweet fruit.
So Earl made an excuse to come downstairs to the dance studio, and Marshall clapped his hands happily like a child.
And that annoying laughter that sees through you, too gentle and even more infuriating.
Earl listens to his wife gossip about what kind of dog he wants to have.
Marshall stood on the side of the road, recklessly enjoying the passionate dance of the couple.
Like a cat looking at a mouse in a maze.
***
Let's hang out, Marshall pleads, looking like Earl's middle-aged but still childish.
Earl kissed his wife and said, You are beautiful today, Mrs. Brooks.
At first, we would think that at this moment Marshall takes the lead, and Earl lurks in a deep sleep.
Marshall rejoiced in the co-pilot, and I really miss that, he said.
Earl took off his glasses and looked exactly like Marshall.
So we know that Earl will always occupy the body and mind, and will always be the one who makes the decisions.
Listen, Marshall, this is the last time, the last time.
Marshall laughed wildly, a little creepy, almost sarcastic.
Say what you want, laugh.
They quit it for two years, until they found out about the couple.
You never quit anything, you just don't do it for a while.
Earl hits the forehead with precision with every shot, and he replays the headshot over and over in his head.
****
Hi everyone, my name is Earl and I'm an addict.
***
Marshall looked over his shoulder to see what he was holding, a few pictures.
Earl's hands were open, clutching at the curtains, every detail of his face recorded as clearly as the corpse on the bed behind him.
The cameraman, who went by the pseudonym Smith, with unassailable incriminating evidence, claimed he was not there to blackmail him.
I want you to take me with you next time you kill someone.
Marshall laughed loudly at Earl, one last kill, huh? Are you going to tell this young man that?
Willing to indulge you to listen to you, only me, Earl.
Of course Earl understood what Marshall meant, that was him after all.
They have to keep killing.
***
Before he became famous as the "thumbprint killer", Earl killed a lot of people in a lot of ways.
He can deal with a simple-minded, rough, reckless loser Smith.
As Marshall said, play with him, then kill him, cleanly.
He is not afraid of threats, let alone being caught.
But the police rang the doorbell of his handsome mansion.
His daughter came home from truancy a few days ago with a tragic murder at her school.
Marshall said early on that she had something to hide from him.
Earl stared at her daughter, unable to believe that the cops couldn't see that she was talking nonsense.
She killed people, Marshall said, right?
Earl was busy swallowing a glass of clean water, as if it would hold back tears.
What are you going to do, Marshall looked at him sympathetically.
Earl took off his glasses, broke down, and fell to the ground crying.
Marshall hugged Earl tightly, giving him silent comfort, and Earl still kept shouting, oh God.
He gave his daughter the gene for a killer addiction, and he knew that day would come.
It was his worst fear, and it happened.
He was too used to praying to God, and it was always Marshall who answered him, and it was always Marshall who stayed to comfort him.
Marshall wasn't angry with Earl's daughter for killing her, he just blamed her for being clumsy and reckless, leaving too much evidence and doubts.
Marshall didn't want to see Earl's daughter in jail, and the thought of Earl broke his heart.
Marshall murmured, I understand, I understand, it's not your fault, it can't be your fault.
Maybe putting her in jail is an option, she has tasted the pleasure of killing and she will continue.
On this point, the two of them agreed.
This bloodthirsty nature will be passed down from generation to generation, and sooner or later she wants to take over the company, Marshall reminds, who will be next?
****
Are you sure it's worth it?
I can't be sure, never. I know from the bottom of my heart that this is not right.
Then don't do it. Put her in jail and you and your wife raise the child she is carrying.
I know what I should do, but I love her.
***You're always mad at me because it's always me who proposes to kill. But this time, Earl, it's your decision ***
Earl ripped off the fake beard in disgust and wanted to burn them right away.
It felt dirty, he told Marshall.
I understand that you never kill for this reason.
The dirty feeling will go away when he tells his daughter that she's cleared of suspicion of another murder on campus in the same way.
lucky girl.
****Earl, I don't like the idea ****
Is there a possibility for Mr. Smith to kill us?
Marshall stopped in front of the car, fuck you! He cursed, motioning for Earl to hit him with his car.
Earl hesitated, and only for a moment.
Marshall held up the will, read it in a pose, and threw it back on the table in disgust.
So that's all there is to it, it's all coming to an end.
Earl told Smith that he was sick of it, that he was addicted to killing and couldn't quit or kill himself.
Earl had everything planned for Smith, telling him what to do to be airtight, as he had always taught him.
ok, Smith said, I'll kill you.
Earl took Smith to the cemetery he had prepared.
I will close my eyes. Earl said.
Click, he heard the nice little sound of the trigger being pulled.
Earl opened his eyes, his expression as if he were a real predator.
***It Never really left****
Stop kidding yourself, you'll kill again, Earl.
Earl whispered to God.
Why are you struggling, Earl?
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