produced in the UK in 1965.
Original screenplay: Roman Polanski, Gerald Brech
Adaptation: David Stone
Director: Roman Polanski
Main actor: Katrine Denov (acting Carol), Ian Hendry (acting as Michael), John Fraser (acting as Colin), Yvonne Ferno (acting as Helen)
Award status: Won the 1965 West Berlin International Film Festival Silver Bear Award (Special Jury Award)
Translation: Li Xun
Illustration: Zhou Zheng
A close-up of a dark pupil set against the display of subtitles by the main cast and crew. After the subtitles were over, the camera showed a pair of Carol's shows. She was staring at something, holding the other person's hand in her hand-holding it very weakly, appearing cautiously.
Close-up of an old woman. Her face was coated with a thick white powdery substance, and cotton balls were placed in both eye sockets. She lay flat on the metal operating table, her neck covered with a drape.
This is a semi-private room of a beauty salon. daytime. The old woman lying on the operating table is Mrs. Lundelsham.
Mrs. Rendelsham (writhing fingers impatiently): Are you asleep?
Carol's close-up. She raised her head, grunting in her mouth and said: What... Ah, I'm so sorry.
Brigitte walked into the screen. She is a very young beautician.
Brigitte looked a little disturbed.
Mrs. Rendelsham (to Carol): I think you must fall in love with someone.
Brigitte took the cotton off one of the customer's eyes and turned away.
Brigitte: Why does this old bitch always choose me? This is the second time this week. I just had to teach her to do the work. (To Carol) Hello, are you asleep?
Close-up of Mrs. Rundlesham. She had cotton in one eye and not in the other, which looked weird.
Mrs. Rendelsham: I just asked her just now.
Carol (nodding): Yes.
Brigitte: She wants me to spend another seven o'clock before leaving.
Carol stood up, took the tool around to the other side of the operating table, and trimmed the nail of the other hand for the customer.
While talking, Brigitte removed the cotton from the customer's other eye and began to remove the white material from the old woman's face.
Carol is about to paint the old woman's nail polish.
Mrs. Rendelsham: What kind of oil are you going to apply?
Carol: The usual one, madam.
Mrs. Rendelsham: I'm tired of it. I want to change it. Just use Levlin Fire and Ice. (Note 1)
Carol: Well... I'll get it.
Carol put down the manicure tools, stood up, and left the room.
Carol walked across the beauty salon hall. Some customers in the lobby are sitting under the hair dryer. She hurried to catch up with a woman who looked like a boss.
Carol: Mrs. Dennis... Mrs.
Dennis (keep walking): What's the matter?
Carol: Mrs. Lundelsham wants Revelyn's fire and ice... (cowardly) But there is no stock at all.
Mrs. Dennis stopped.
She walked behind the counter, opened a glass container, turned it over for a while, took out a bottle and handed it to Carol.
Mrs. Danus: Use this. She won't tell.
Street view. lunch time. Carol was caught between a group of office workers and hurried out of the building and onto the street.
Carol walked past a bar without noticing a young man standing in the bar. When the young man saw Carol, he was quite surprised. He walked to the window and tapped it lightly, but didn't want to attract Carol's attention.
Three road maintainers are digging a trench along the sidewalk. One of them was topless. He noticed Carol and stopped working.
Shot Carol approaching from an elevation angle. The workers stared at her.
One worker: Hey, baby, how about a change of taste?
Carol lowered her head in annoyance and walked quickly past him.
Self-service fast food restaurant. Carol was sitting at the table near the window facing the street, and she didn't even touch the plate of fish and potato chips in front of her. Someone was knocking on the windowpane.
Carol lifted her head, a wide smile accompanied by a silent "hello". The young man in the bar stood outside the window. His name is Colin.
Colin smiled at Carol and motioned for him to go in.
Colin sat across from Carol. He glanced at the plate in front of her with disdain.
Colin: You can't just eat this kind of food. Let's go, how about I take you to Wheeler's Restaurant?
Carol (in a dull tone that can hardly be heard): I should go back.
Colin: Let's eat faster, let's go.
Carol: No, I will be late.
Colin: Hey, just...just once, can't it?
Carol: No way.
Outside the beauty salon. Colin and Carol came. Carol stopped and stretched out her hand shyly.
Carol: Then, bye.
Colin: Wait...Wait, how about tonight?
Carol: Sorry, I'm not free tonight.
Colin held her hand so that she couldn't walk to the door.
Colin: You make me feel a sense of loss. Who is that lucky guy?
Carol: I have dinner with my sister.
Colin: She does a good job?
Carol: I don't know, I never thought about this problem.
Colin let go of Carol's hand.
Colin: At least she can't do worse than the fish and potato chips just now.
Carol: Our dinner dish is rabbits.
Colin: I thought they were all killed long ago.
Carol: Not at all. She has a friend.
Colin: Is it a rabbit?
Carol: No, this friend has a few rabbits.
Colin: Poor old rabbit. (Pauses for a moment) How about tomorrow?
Carol: Tomorrow?
Colin: Yes, see you tomorrow. Let's meet at the children's playground. You know, right over the bar. How about seven o'clock?
Carol turned and walked towards the door. Colin watched her walk away from him.
A car approached and stopped on the other side of the road. Brigitte got out of the car, blew a kiss to the driver, then ran across the road and walked past Colin to the door. Colin was still looking at Carol's back.
The entrance hall of Carol's apartment. Carol opened the elevator door.
In the elevator. Carol shook the button on the highest floor.
Top level. Carol opened the elevator door. A small old lady was standing in the aisle, followed by a half-blind pot-bellied dog. Several dirty bandages were loosely wrapped around the dog. Carol got out of the elevator.
Carol: Hello.
Old lady: Hello. (To the dog) Come here, boy, let's go!
The old lady walked into the elevator.
Carol rang the doorbell. After a while, a shadow on the end of the door mirror shook. Helen returned to the kitchen immediately after opening the door. Carol locked the door and walked to her room without closing the door. There was a cheerful shout outside, as if children were playing games. Carol put down her handbag, took off her shoes, and then took off her skirt, wearing only a petticoat.
Helen (voice-over): How are you doing today? (Pauses for a moment) Honey?
Carol looked out the window for a while, then took off her shirt.
Carol: Hello.
bathroom. Carol was still wearing a petticoat. She supported her with one leg and put one foot in the bathtub to wash. Her eyes fell on the mouthwash cup, and she was stunned. There is a toothbrush and a razor in the cup. There is also a shaving brush beside the cup. She took out the toothbrush and razor from the cup and put them on the shelf.
kitchen. Helen was peeling potatoes in an apron. There is a cookbook open on the table.
Carol walked in, still wearing a petticoat. She opened the refrigerator, bent over and looked inside for a while, took out a salad bowl, and then closed the refrigerator door.
Helen: How is your job?
Carol answered in the affirmative, but there was a slight dissatisfaction in her tone.
Carol: Ah... it's okay.
She leaned against the refrigerator, holding a salad bowl, took out a leaf of lettuce from the bowl and bit it bit by bit.
Helen: It's pretty boring today.
Carol: Are you still leaving?
Helen: Ah, my dear, don't talk about it anymore.
Carol: How long will you go?
Helen looked a little impatient.
Helen: I already told you!
Carol: Is it two weeks?
Helen walked to the refrigerator.
Helen: Excuse me...
Carol gives way.
Carol: How long?
Helen opened the refrigerator, bent down, and took out a large plate from inside, with a bloody skinned mouse on it. When Carol saw this, she immediately stopped chewing the salad leaves. She put the leaves back in the bowl and put the bowl on the cupboard.
Helen: 10 or 12 days, maybe more.
Carol: Stop playing for a few more days?
Helen has put the rabbit plate on the cupboard. She opened the pantry, took out the flour, mustard and salt, and then gathered the potato skins on the peeler together, leaving a few potatoes on the cupboard.
Helen (laughs): I just heard something funny on the news show...
Carol (interrupting Helen): Does he have to leave those things in the bathroom?
After a moment of silence, Helen continued her topic in the same tone as before.
Hairun: The Minister of Health-what is his name-found a few eels coming out of his sink. Even the announcer laughed at what was said on TV.
Carol: Why did he put his toothbrush in my mouthwash cup?
Helen (annoying): Carol, don't mention it!
Helen took the potato skins and walked out of the kitchen.
Outhouse. Helen opened the door of the closet with the broom, found the trash can she had been looking for, and poured the potato skins in.
In the kitchen, Carol closed the refrigerator, took out the ice cube box and passed it under the faucet, then poured the ice cubes into a bowl next to the sink. She squeezed an ice cube and applied it to her face to cool her cheeks.
Her gaze fell on a corner that we couldn't see. She stood blankly with a weird expression on her face.
Outhouse. Helen has packed the potato skins into the trash can.
Carol (Voiceover): I have to fix this seam.
Helen: What?
She leaned over, showing curiosity. She could see Carol staring at something in the kitchen, but she couldn't see it.
Helen was about to go back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.
Helen was taken aback. She glanced at her watch, then looked at Carol fearfully.
hall. Helen walked to the door, looked out of the door mirror, and raised her eyebrows. Carol hurriedly hid in her room.
Helen opened the door.
Helen: You—good!
A man walked in the door. He is a little lame, an official politician but he seems to be gentle and leisurely. He was holding a briefcase and a newspaper in his hand.
Michael: Hello!
Helen: I didn't want you to come here now!
Michael (a bit too passionate): I can't live a minute without you!
Helen (kindly): Silly.
Obviously, Michael seemed to be returning to his own home. He began to unfold the newspaper.
Helen walked into the kitchen. Michael stayed in the hall.
Helen: But you said it was half past eight. I haven't started cooking yet.
Michael scanned the newspaper.
Michael: There is a wonderful story in the newspaper tonight.
Helen: It will take at least an hour.
Michael agreed absently, keeping his eyes on the newspaper.
Michael: Huh?
Helen: What about your rabbit. I am going to do it.
Helen glanced at the opened recipe for him and read it.
Helen: Look...when the water boils, remove the froth, and simmer for a little and a half.
Michael finally found what he was looking for. He folded the newspaper to make the piece of news he wanted to show Helen more conspicuous. Helen left the kitchen. She came to the living room with Michael.
Michael: Really... Then let's go out tonight. I will take you out. Read this paragraph first.
living room. The sky was getting darker. Michael put his briefcase on a chair and took off his coat. He handed the newspaper to Helen, pointed at the news with his finger, and waited to see her reaction. Helen glanced at the newspaper.
Helen: Hey, I already know. I saw it on TV.
There was a bell ringing outside: Michael walked to the window.
Michael: The bastard's clock. Unagi...
You can see the courtyard of the convent from the window. A group of nuns walked into the convent in an orderly manner.
Michael: How come it's not a lobster.
Helen: You never let me show you a hand in cooking.
Michael: Then you talk to me during dinner.
Michael was still looking out the window. Helen stood beside him. Carol quickly put on her skirt and pullover and walked in quietly, but did not approach Michael and Helen.
Michael: They don't do well, they have to be clanging.
Helen: Humph! To make matters worse, they ring the bell in the middle of the night.
Michael: Well, I wonder if they ring the bell casually, maybe they have some absurd party.
He turned around and grabbed Helen's arm abruptly.
Michael: Maybe they will invite me some night. (After a while, the bell stops) Ah, a ridiculous dream. Go put on your best clothes. I want to binge.
Helen walked to the door. Carol glanced reproachfully at Michael. Turning to watch her sister leave the house. Michael looked out the window. He took out his handkerchief, turned back to blow his nose, and walked towards Carol. He pinched Carol's chin with his thumb and index finger, deliberately teasing her.
Michael: Ha, beautiful girl, how have you been?
Carol shyly got rid of his hand and walked out of the living room quickly.
Helen's bedroom. She had just put on her dress and was applying makeup in front of the mirror. Carol came in quietly and paused for a moment.
CAROL (with grievance): I thought you were stealing food. You don't want to eat?
Helen was still busy with her face, and initially ignored Carol's questioning.
Helen (anxiously): I want to eat, I will eat now.
Carol: Not here.
Helen: It's not here. Pass me that brush, okay? Be good.
Carol gave the hairbrush to her sister.
Helen: Even if I'm going out, you won't stretch your face.
Carol glanced at her sister.
Carol: Who is stunned.
Helen: But you didn't laugh either.
Michael enters the room.
Michael: Alright, you are not going to participate in an international beauty pageant!
Interior view of the elevator. Michael opened the elevator door and let Helen go in first. Then he entered the elevator himself and pressed the button for the next floor.
Helen: Shall we go to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa?
Michael (thinking about something blankly): I don't think Cinderella likes me.
Helen: Cinderella?
Michael: I mean little girl.
Helen (laughs): What, don't be silly! (Pause for a while) shall we go to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa?
Michael: She is a little reserved, isn't she?
Helen: She is just a little sensitive.
Michael: You are right. She should go see the doctor.
Helen: What do you mean by this?
Michael: Nothing, nothing.
Helen: No, you have to tell me what you mean by this!
Michael: It's not interesting. Let’s forget about it, you want to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa, we will see that bastard stuff, now let’s relax, aren’t we going to have dinner?
The elevator stopped. They walked out of the elevator.
Helen: When you start talking about something, you always change the subject, just like just now.
kitchen. night. Carol was sitting on the stool, her arms resting on the edge of the sink, her face buried in her arms. For a while, she didn't move.
She raised her head, tears of loneliness streaming down her face.
Her gaze hit the kettle on the gas stove next to the sink by accident.
She noticed the twisting reflection of her face, so she moved her face closer. She was fascinated by her own twisty and weird reflection. There was the noise of the elevator rising from outside. She stared, stared blankly for a moment, then stood up, seeming a little scared.
She looked around and turned her ears sideways. She seemed to hear a special noise. The elevator stopped on Carol's floor.
She walked slowly out of the kitchen.
Voiceover: Come on, boy. Ding Ding, it's... the
door. Carol moved her eyes closer to the door mirror and looked out. The aisle outside can be seen in the door mirror. The old neighbor opened his door and walked in. When she was about to close the door, she found that the elevator door hadn't closed properly, so she walked back and pushed a few times to close the elevator door.
Voiceover: Ding Ding, come on. Boy-baby Tintin.
living room. Carol stood in the middle of the room, looking lost. She looked around and the camera panned with her gaze: a big mirror, a clock, a poster of a famous Brussels fashion model, especially a family photo with a frame, from above, you can recognize Carol as a child. It's about ten years old.
There was the depressive bell of the convent outside, and a group of nuns walked through the courtyard in the picture.
Carol left the window. She picked up a few records lying on the floor and put them on the table.
The camera shook across the room and moved to the side cabinet, pushing it into a close-up of the family photo.
Carol's room. night. Carol slept on the bed. The window opened wide.
Carol woke up. A muffled voice can be heard, coming from Helen's room.
The camera shifted from Carol's point of view: lampshades, ceilings, wardrobes and boxes stacked on top, fireplaces with grilles.
Carol listened intently to the sound from another room. She heard heavy gasps, then quieted down, followed by a moan of contentment from a woman during sex.
Carol covered her mouth with her hands in horror. She rolled over on the bed, patted the pillow a few times, and then lay quietly.
kitchen. the next morning. Helen is in her dressing gown and is making breakfast.
When Carol's room door opened, the camera turned to shoot the aisle. Carol appeared. She walked with bare feet, in her pajamas, and sleepy eyes. She passed the kitchen-Helen was making breakfast there-and walked towards the bathroom.
Outside the bathroom. Carol opened the door and immediately let out a scream. There was a strong and hairy back in front of her. It turned out to be Michael. He was topless, with a towel around his waist. Michael turned around.
Carol (suffocating): Ah! ……sorry.
Michael's face is full of soap foam, and he holds a razor in his hand. Carol lowered her eyes, her face flushed.
Michael grunted something, then shaved his beard.
Carol's bedroom. She is sitting on the bed. Suddenly she was a little nervous and brushed her pajamas down her chest line with her hands, as if to dust an imaginary insect.
In the kitchen. Helen is eating, she is still wearing her dressing gown. Michael is dressed and ready to leave. He walked into the kitchen, looking determined. He picked up a cup of coffee and drank it in one fell swoop.
Michael: Look, I have to go now, there is something I left in the apartment.
Helen was a little annoyed.
Helen: What, are you leaving now?
Michael took out his wallet and gave her a banknote.
Michael: I have no time. Naive, fucking hot! Look, I had to get out of the rough car. Take...
Helen: Don't you...Can I see you tonight?
Michael: Well, I... I... I call you, I call you.
He kissed Helen and left.
After a while, Carol walked into the kitchen. She is still wearing her pajamas.
Helen: Hello, dear. Did you sleep well?
Carol: Ah, very good. (Pauses for a moment) He will live here every night from now on?
Helen placed a cigarette nervously. She wanted to control herself, but it was no use. She stood up abruptly, angrily.
Helen: It's none of your business.
She walked out of the kitchen. Carol followed.
The phone rang.
CAROL (blamingly): He is married.
Helen (walking to the aisle): My dear, this is my business.
Helen's room. Carol stopped at the door, leaning against the wall. Helen began to wear long socks.
Helen: You have to know that everyone has his own life.
The phone rang again.
Helen wore socks nervously. She kept the cigarette dangling and took it down now.
Helen: Hey, don't keep standing there. Go pick up the phone. Didn't you see that I was busy?
Carol disappeared into the aisle.
living room. Carol picked up the receiver, and the voice that came out of it was very nasal and angry.
Carol: Hello?
Landlord (voice-over): Is it Miss Ledoux?
Carol: It's me.
Landlord (voice-over): How long will I have to wait before you pay for the room?
Carol: Oh, what you are looking for is my sister.
Landlord (voice-over): So, she is not at home again!
Carol: No, she is here, please wait a moment.
Helen came to the living room, holding another stocking in her hand. She cast a questioning look at Carol.
Helen: Who is it?
Carol covered the receiver with her hand.
Carol: It's the landlord.
Helen: Oh, hell, he really picks a day on the phone.
Helen put the cigarette on the edge of the phone table, took the receiver from Carol Huli, shrugged, and clamped the receiver between her cheek and shoulder. While she was talking, she put on another sock. While speaking, she kept standing.
Helen: Hey... it's me... ah, I'm so sorry... the
landlord (voice-over). I knew you would be sorry! Let's talk now, how long will I have to wait?
Helen: I promise...
Landlord (voice-over): You have promised many times.
Helen: I... I promise you will get the money tomorrow.
Landlord (voice-over): You said this two weeks ago.
Helen picked up the cigarette and took a sip, puffing out the cigarette while listening to the landlord's speech.
Landlord (voice-over): Listen, if you fool me again...
Helen motions Carol to bring the ashtray. Carol did.
Helen: My sister will give you the money for the room... No, I'm going on vacation...
Landlord (voice-over): Listen, Miss Ledoux, this is the last time.
Helen: She will give you the money tomorrow, I promise.
Carol walked back to her room and sat on the bed.
Landlord (voice-over): It's the best she can do this, Miss Ledoux, that's all I want to say.
The landlord slapped the phone down.
Helen hung up the phone angrily. She checked her watch, nervously put the cigarette out in the ashtray, and then opened the curtains.
Helen: Bah! His voice made me get goosebumps! money! money! money! He just wants money! (Voiceover)...Oh my God! I'm going to be late again!
kitchen. Carol is getting dressed, ready to go to work. She drank Helen's cold coffee while standing.
Carol walked into Helen's room. She picked up the hairbrush on the chest of drawers and brushed her hair. She noticed the messy bedding on her sister's bed. She walked over and stared in a dream. Crumpled bed sheet close-up.
Beauty salon. daytime. Carol walked through the hall with manicure tools. Some customers are sitting under the hair dryer.
In the aisle, Carol met another nail beautifier.
Carol: Is Brigitte here?
Nail Beautifier: She is downstairs.
Carol came to the dressing room. Brigitte sat in front of the mirror and rubbed her red eyes. Tears washed down the mascara.
Carol half-kneeled beside Bumegilt.
Carol: Brigitte, what happened?
Brigitte is not pretty, but a very likable girl with a fascinating personality.
Brigitte (sobbing): It's okay...
Carol: Tell me...
Brigitte: It's okay. Those bastard men! They said all the good things to you, and... Well, I might as well die.
Brigitte said sorrowful words and wept bitterly.
Carol: Don't say that.
Carol embraced Brigitte's shoulder sympathetically.
Brigitte: I thought this man was different.
Carol: He...
Brigitte: Hmph, he's a pig... Don't mention it.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Brigitte: Look at my eyes like this.
Indoor messenger: Miss Brigitte, please come to the lobby. Mrs. Prendergast is here.
Brigitte stood up.
Brigitte: I'll tell you the ugly details later. Why are they so mean?
Carol: Stop worrying.
Indoor messenger: Miss Brigitte, please come to the lobby immediately.
The two girls smiled knowingly.
As soon as Brigitte left, Carol sat where Brigitte had just sat, lost in thought.
Street view. Carol walked forward on her own - the same way she walked down the street in a previous section of the film, ignoring the people around her. She gradually slowed down, looked around, and then stared at the sidewalk ahead. She is looking at a crack. The cracks showed a complex and weird pattern on the sidewalk. She bypassed the crack and continued to walk forward.
bar. daytime. Close-up of a twisted mouth. Two fingers reached into the corner of the mouth and pulled to one side. The fingers are removed. The owner of the finger has been talking about something. His name is John, and Reggie is with him. These two young men are quite snobbish, and belong to the type of men in Chelsea that appeals to young girls. They had just walked into the bar not long ago. While they were talking, Colin was sitting nearby drinking beer.
Reggie (excitedly): You are kidding.
John: Where, you just need to see them. They fought each other like female wrestlers in Hamburg. A big girl. The muscles are so fucking strong. She wanted to scratch the other girl's face to pieces. She was hitting the girl's throat with a punch. (To the barman) Please get two pints of bitter beer.
Colin was smoking a cigarette, thinking about his thoughts.
Barman (voice-over): Is it two pints, sir?
Reggie (voice-over): Are you gay?
John: No, they are obsessed with the same guy. If only I had his luck. Later, they started to bite their teeth and rolled around on the floor... it was like a lunatic asylum. I'm the only fool who wants to stop them from fighting... I really have to check my mind.
Reggie (excitedly): It would be great if I saw this one!
John: You can come here anytime. When I persuaded the stand, the coat was torn and the shirt was stained with blood. If you like this kind of thing, I will introduce you to my cousin. She is a black leather belt.
Reggie: Black belt?
John (turning to Colin suddenly): How are you doing?
Colin (on alert): What?
Reggie wanted to know more about John's cousin.
Jerry (to John): What is your cousin?
John (to Colin): How are you doing with Miss Muphy?
Reggie still pays attention to that interesting cousin.
Reggie (to John): She sounds interesting.
Colin (to John): What time is it?
John (to Colin): Oh, I thought you took her to dinner.
Reggie (to John): What does your cousin look like?
Colin (to the bartender): Is it time?
Barman: No, sir.
John (to Colin): Hey, go ahead and tell me the touching details.
Colin answered as he walked to the door.
Colin: The touching details are the dinner she had with her sister.
John: That's it. Maybe you should make an appointment with this sister.
Colin left the bar.
Street view. daytime. Colin drove the car, he was the only one in the car. When he found Carol sitting on a roadside bench, he was surprised. He slowed down abruptly, stopped, got out of the car, and walked towards Carol.
Carol sat on the bench, still staring at the crack in the sidewalk, as if being hypnotized.
Close-up: Colin's foot appears on top of the crack.
Colin (tanning): Is it so hard to see you? I waited for you for more than an hour.
Carol raised her head with a strange expression.
Carol: Why?
Colin: Is it not for Christmas? We have a date, remember? We are going to have dinner together.
Carol: Ah, I forgot.
Carol got up from the bench. Her handbag fell to the ground. Colin and Carol bent over to pull at the same time, and the two collided slightly. Colin grabbed the handbag.
Carol: Ah!
Colin: Well, next time you have to forget, maybe you will tell me.
Carol: I won't forget.
Colin: Are you okay? You look... well, I don't know, you look a little ridiculous.
Carol: I didn't think it, I mean, I don't know...
Colin: Ah, forget it, don't mind. I found you after all. Let's go... Let's go get something to eat. I'm hungry.
Colin held her arm politely.
Carol: But... it's too late.
Colin: You...Did you get fired, or something else?
Carol shook her head.
Colin: Well, come on, I'll take you home.
Some street performers are playing and dancing.
Another street scene. evening. Colin's car stopped by the side of the road.
In the car, Colin turned to Carol. She was still staring ahead. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged Carol and wanted to kiss her. Carol avoided. He didn't insist anymore. He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and put it in the ashtray. Then he hugged Carol tightly again. Carol let him kiss this time, but she didn't react at all. Her eyes kept open. Colin let her go, a little annoyed. He extinguished his cigarettes—this was the only thing he could do without hurting face. Obviously he didn't know what else to say.
Colin: Listen, my dear, I... No...
Before he could say anything, Carol pulled the handle and opened the door. There was the sound of the car violently braking. It turned out that Carol suddenly opened the door and surprised the driver on the approaching car, and hurriedly came to an emergency brake.
Carol got out of the car, and Colin looked at her, at a loss.
Colin: Don't go! Carol! Carol!
Carol walked quickly across the road and walked into the apartment.
In the elevator, Carol wiped her mouth nervously.
bathroom. night. Carol walked in and put her handbag by the bathtub.
She began to brush her teeth vigorously. Then she grabbed the mouthwash cup and saw that Michael's toothbrush and razor were back in the cup.
Without even thinking about it, she threw them into the trash basket under the sink. She filled her cup with water and rinsed it out.
In the living room, Helen is sitting in the back chair watching TV. She was surprised to watch her sister pass by. Carol walked by quietly, as if holding back tears.
Carol walked into her room.
In the dark bedroom, Carol jumped on the bed without turning on the light. She sobbed softly. After a while, the door opened. Helen approached the bed and sat down next to her sister. The light from the TV in the living room flashed into the room, and the sound from the TV could also be heard.
Helen put her hand on Carol's shoulder. Carol still buried her face in her hands.
Carol trembled and cried silently, without answering Helen. Helen leaned down and stroked her hair while whispering to her sister.
Helen: Baby, what's wrong... Is it uncomfortable? I know you don't want me to travel far, but...
Carol said nothing. The phone rang in the living room. Helen got up to answer the phone.
living room. Helen picked up the receiver.
Helen: Hey...hey...hey...hey...
she held the silent receiver for a while, then hung it up, worried.
She turned off the TV. Go to the living room facing the window of the convent. She stared at the night sky, thinking about her mind.
Several windows in the convent were lit.
Carol's bedroom. A few hours later. Carol lay on the bed, listening. There was the sound of sex outside. After a while, there was a sound of boiling water and rushing water. The convent began to ring the depressive bell again. There were tears on Carol's face.
There was a sound of footsteps from far to near. The doorknob turned slowly. The door opened, and Helen's silhouette appeared at the door, behind which was reflected the living room light. She was wearing a dressing gown and walked towards Carol's bed.
Haiqiu (with unhappiness in the calmness): Why did you throw away Michael's things?
Carol didn't say a word, she didn't even move her body.
Helen: Why did you do this?
CAROL (painfully): I don't want them to stay there.
Helen: But this doesn't hinder you either. You little fool!
Helen walked out of the house and slammed the door shut.
Carol's bedroom. It just dawned. Carol is sleeping soundly. A gloved hand reached into the screen and gently shook Carol's shoulder. Carol opened her eyes and smiled.
Helen stood by the bed. She has packed up, ready to leave. Through the open door, you can see Michael walking around the suitcase in the living room.
Helen: I put the rent payment on the table.
Carol: Ah, please don't go...
You can see Michael lifting the suitcase in the background.
Helen: Hello, don't forget to pay for the house, please. Otherwise we will be driven into the street.
Michael: Hello, are you still leaving?
Helen leaned down and kissed Carol.
Carol hugged her sister tightly and kissed her back tenderly. Helen kissed Carol's hair again.
Helen (to Michael): Hey, okay, I'll come. (To Carol) Don't be so pitiful. Time will pass quickly...
Michael appeared at Carol's door. Helen kissed Carol one last time, turned and walked towards Michael. Helen closed the door and waved goodbye to her sister. Michael stood on tiptoe, put his head on Helen's, and yelled to Carol.
Michael: Don't do what I don't like! (To Helen) Let's go!
Helen's smile flashed and the door closed. The door slammed, followed by the sound of the elevator going down.
Carol got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.
In the kitchen, Carol walked to the window and looked out.
Street view seen from the kitchen window. Helen got into Michael's car. Michael closed the trunk of the car, got into the car, and sat down next to Helen behind the steering wheel. The car leaves.
Beauty salon. daytime. Close-up of a fat woman's face. A misty liquid sprayed on his face. The pressure on the fat woman's face became very hideous. The sound of compressed air can be heard. After a while, the sound disappeared.
The fat woman's face returned to its original shape. Brigitte is busy working for this Miss Balch. Carol's figure can be seen in the background.
Miss Balch: Oh, it hurts me so much!
Brigitte: I'm sorry, Miss Balch.
Miss Balch: Only...
Carol (approaching): Good morning.
Miss Balch: The only thing...
Carol stared at Miss Balch.
Miss Balch (voice-over): ...the way to deal with men is to make them think of you...
Close-up: Miss Balch's mouth shot backwards.
Miss Balch: ...I don't care much about them...I've told you before. Now I am happy to see that you still listened to me once.
She had been lying on the operating table, and now she leaned up slightly. Brigitte took the cover sheet from her.
Miss Balch: All they want is one thing-I really don't understand why they bother with that stuff. But they did just that. The more you ask them to bow to your knees, the happier they are.
Brigitte (voice-over): He called me this morning.
Miss Balch lay down again.
Miss Balch: I said he would fight!
Brigitte: He actually kneeled down.
Miss Balch: Of course he would do that. (Pauses for a moment) I want to know if eating just such a small snack will be harmful to me.
Brigitte: Where did you think of it.
Miss Balch: They are all the same... just like kids who want to be beaten and want to eat sweets. (Pauses for a while) Maybe a small Danish pastry and a cup of chocolate...
Brigitte: Carol will buy it for you.
Carol sat in the chair and didn't move. Brigitte asked her to come over.
Brigitte: Carol!
Carol was still sitting there in a trance.
Brigitte: Stop sleepwalking! Are you okay, honey?
Brigitte approached her.
Brigitte: Carol, what's the matter?
In the dressing room of the beauty salon, Mrs. Dennis was leaning over to look at Carol and questioning her. Two beauty salon girls stand in the background.
Mrs. Dennis: Don't you want to tell me something? I mean...
Carol shook her head.
Mrs. Dennis: How are you feeling now? (She takes Carol's hand) You still feel uncomfortable, eh? You better go home. Do you want a girl to accompany you back?
CAROL (whispering): No, don't bother. I will be fine.
Mrs. Dennis: Let's call a taxi. Just let Millie pay.
Carol: Thank you.
Carol got up and went downstairs.
apartment. Carol opened the door and walked in slowly. She threw off her shoes and went into the kitchen.
Carol put her handbag on the cupboard, took off her gloves, went to the sink, turned on the faucet, and drank some water.
She stood quietly for a while, then opened the refrigerator. She leaned over and took out a plate with the skinned rabbit curled up on it. She checked the rabbit meat, then closed the refrigerator.
The phone rang.
Carol held the plate in her hand and stopped to listen. She walked out of the kitchen, still holding the rabbit tray in her hand.
living room. Carol walked to the phone, put the plate on the table, and picked up the receiver. Her voice was trembling.
Carol: Hello!
There was no answer—only a gasp at the end of the line was heard.
Carol stared blankly at the rabbit next to the phone.
Carol: Hey...hey...
She put down the receiver, hesitated for a while, and picked up the envelope containing the house money left by Helen. She stretched out the banknote in half, put it in again, and threw the envelope back on the table.
The courtyard of the convent seen from the window. The nuns played ball games like children.
bathroom. night. Carol was washing her face. She bent over, her eyes accidentally falling on the frame above the sink. Above it was Michael's razor and beard tools-they were placed next to Carol's mouthwash cup. Carol straightened up, took the razor, and opened it with wings. Half of the exposed blade shone brightly. She was so wicked, she raised the razor to her nose and sniffed it. Then she closed the knife and gently put it back on the shelf.
She picked up the hairbrush, twisted her neck to one side, leaned over the blond hair draped over her shoulders, and started to brush it. The brushing movement gradually slowed down and finally stopped. Her gaze fell on an object on the brick floor next to the bathtub. She lowered her waist, still holding the hairbrush in one hand, picked up the thing and opened it-it turned out to be Michael's vest.
She couldn't help pressing the vest against her face, but suddenly threw it aside in terror.
She walked out, covering her mouth in disgust.
In the kitchen, Carol took a glass and drank some water. She drank the water, her eyes froze again-she was staring at the opposite wall. She was standing exactly where she stood when she said "we have to fix the crack" a few days ago. At that time, Helen heard this sentence in the outer room, but did not see the crack.
Now we see what Carol is staring at-there is a small crack in the wall next to the vent. But we are not sure if it is really there, or Carol imagined it.
Carol's room. She walked into the room.
The shutters have been pulled down. The bedding on the bed is neatly laid out. No sheets are visible on the screen.
Carol walked to the bed, and then found that the mirrored wardrobe door was ajar.
The dress Helen wore when she went out to dinner with Michael that night was hung on a hanger in the closet. Carol turned on the bedside lamp, then opened the cabinet door and reached for the dress. She held the skirt to her chest and pushed the door up with one arm so that she could see herself in the mirror.
The moment Carol closed the mirrored wardrobe door, a horrible sight appeared in the moving mirror: a man with no coat and a hideous face was staring at her. He disappeared in the moving mirror, and we couldn't even see the man clearly.
Carol felt some force forcing her to turn around to face the sight. She could barely breathe when she did this, her pale face showing inner fear.
When she looked intently, there was no one in the room.
Carol's room. night. Carol was lying on the bed in her pajamas, and she lifted off the blanket due to the sultry heat. The sheet tightly wrapped her body. In the silence, only the clock was ticking.
A few strands of sweat-soaked hair stuck to Carol's forehead. She drew lines on the wall with the tips of her fingers. Suddenly she leaned on her elbow and listened. She turned on the bedside lamp, and fear made her unable to move for a while. A man's hesitating footsteps can be heard, first in the hall, and then in the living room.
Carol sat up from the bed, covering her mouth with her hands, and staring at the door blankly. The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Carol's door. A bright light appeared under the door.
The footsteps leave slowly again.
Carol lay down on the bed again. Her hands cramped for a while. The light under the door disappeared.
bathroom. daytime. Carol turned on the faucet and plugged the drain of the bathtub with a rubber plug. She wiped some body soap on her face and stared at herself in the mirror.
In her room, Carol is getting dressed. Michael's vest lay on the ground. She put on one shoe, then leaned over to find another one under the bed.
Carol went back to the bathroom.
The bath water is overflowing the bathtub. She turned off the faucet, but did not pull out the plug of the drain. She walked out of the bathroom.
Carol was hanging out in the street. She didn't go to work and didn't bring her handbag. The sounds of the street market can be heard, but they appear far away.
apartment. night. Carol was walking in the aisle in her pajamas. She came to the living room.
The living room is half bright and half dark. The only light source was the reflected light from the bedside lamp in Carol's bedroom.
Carol stood blankly in the dark part of the room. The bright spot was the table with the skinned rabbit curled up on the plate. There was Michael's razor beside the plate. The blade shone coldly.
Carol fumbled for the light switch along the wall.
The lights illuminate the room all at once.
Carol was stunned by the light switch: there was a long crack in the wall. A dark, vague thing was beating loudly in the crack. There was a sound of cracking walls.
Carol stepped back and looked around at the same time. She turned and ran back to her room.
In her room, Carol leaned against the closed door. She turned and plugged the door. Carol leaped on the bed and turned her face to the wall. There was a sound of footsteps in the aisle. Someone is turning the doorknob.
Carol turned her head and stared at the doorknob in terror. There was sweat on her forehead. The doorknob turned slowly.
Carol clings to the wall, opening her mouth to shout, but she can't scream at all.
The bedside lamp shone on the man standing in the doorway. He is the one reflected in the closet mirror in an instant. This is an image from a nightmare. A few strands of black hair stuck to his forehead as white as lime. In the shadows under the grass-like eyebrows, a pair of insightful eyes gleamed. The black and thin lips resembled a bleeding wound. His clothes are disheveled, and his chest and forearms are covered with thick hair. He took a slightly lame step and walked towards Carol. He walked to the bed, leaned down, and stretched his arms towards Carol. Carol tried to avoid, but he grabbed her wrist. He leaned down beside Carol, lifted her pajamas, pressed his face to hers, and started kissing her.
Close-up of Carol's empty hand. It grasped the sheet, and painfully grasped it tighter and tighter, and its knuckles turned white.
The phone rang. It's bright. We saw the phone lying on the floor of the living room. Carol's hand approached it. She grabbed the receiver. At this time we saw that she was lying on the floor. She put the receiver close to her ear.
Colin (Voiceover): Hello, Carol, this is Colin...Hello? Is it Carol? Carol, it's me! Carol, speak!
Carol gently hung up the phone. She seems to be thinking about something else.
She stood up and left the living room.
In the kitchen. Carol is looking for something to eat. She found a piece of candy and bit it bit by bit. Helen's leftover potatoes are still on the cupboard, and they have begun to sprout.
Mrs. Dennis (voice-over): I... the
scene was changed to a beauty salon. Morning. Close-up of Mrs. Dennis's face. Her voice trembles from the pressure on the fire.
Mrs. Dennis: ...The management is the business, Carol, not the nursing home. You can't stay out of sight for three days.
Carol lowered her head and stood motionless. In the background, some customers are sitting under the hair dryer.
Mrs. Dennis: I mean, you must be in trouble?
A nail beautifier came over and stood aside.
Carol (I don't know what to say): No... I really...
Mrs. Dennis: But you should at least make a phone call, right? (Turning to the nail beautifier) What's the matter?
Nail Beautifier: Mrs. Xiao Yi Taylor would like to see you.
Mrs. Dennis: Oh, all right. I will go with you now. (To Carol) Carol, if you don't tell me what happened, I can't help you.
Carol: Well...
Mrs. Dennis (to the nail beautifier): Let's go.
Carol: Well... one of my aunts came to live, suddenly...
Lord Dennis: Scared! When I gave birth to my first child, I came to work two days after giving birth. If everyone came to a relative, there would be no sign, and we would have to close the shop.
Carol blushed.
Mrs. Dennis grabbed Carol's arm impatiently and gave her a persuasive push.
Mrs. Dennis: I have to go see what the old bitch wants. (To Carol) Go back to work. I'll talk to you later. Alas, Carol...get your hair better.
Carol slowly backed away.
Carol: Yes, ma'am.
Beauty operation room. Carol sat next to Mrs. Rendelsham. Carol's forehead was full of sweat, and it was difficult to breathe.
Close-up of Mrs. Rendelsham's face. A burst of pain distorted his face. She let out a scream.
Mrs. Rendelsham's hand jerked back, a close-up of Carol's hand.
Mrs. Rendelsham looked at her hand. One finger oozes blood. There was a sound of opening the door.
Brigitte walked into the screen and stood beside Mrs. Rendelsham. Mrs. Rendelsham groaned.
Another nail beautician opened the door and came in, behind which was Mrs. Dennis.
Carol's tray of manicure tools crashed and fell to the floor.
Mrs. Dennis looked at Mrs. Rendelsham's injured finger, then glared at Carol reproachfully.
Mrs. Dennis (to Carol): Get out!
In the locker room of Guanrongyuan, Brigitte is helping Carol take off her blouse. She wanted to cheer Carol up.
Brigitte: If only I had your luck, I got off work early... Don't be like that, have fun, don't be difficult... (pauses for a moment) Hey, you look really wrong... Have a man?
Carol: Man?
Brigitte said as she opened the closet and hung Carol's blouse in it. Carol slumped in the chair and completely collapsed.
Brigitte: Hey, I thought it might be the slippery kid—what's his name—that made you unhappy...the one I've seen with you. Are you in love with him?
Carol: I'm not in love with anyone.
Brigitte sat down next to Carol.
Brigitte: So what have you done these three days?
Carol: I didn't do anything. I just stay at home.
Brigitte: What! That would suffocate people to death. You should go outside for activities and watch movies or something!
Carol was attracted by this actually very common suggestion. She cheered up at once.
Carol: I just like watching movies!
Brigitte: That's right, go! One night we watched a funny Chaplin movie in a classic movie theater. What is its name? I almost laughed away. He was so hungry that he wanted to eat his shoes.
Carol: It's okay!
Briott (laughs): He really ate it. He also ate the shoelaces as macaroni.
Carol clucked happily. While she was smiling, she leaned her head on Brigitte's shoulder and stayed for a while.
Brigitte: There is another tall and strong fat man who wants to eat him too!
Carol: What, eat him?
Brigitte: He wants to eat Charlie Chaplin.
They laughed and tickled each other. You tease me, I squeeze you, and the two girls hug each other.
Brigitte: He regarded Chaplin as a chicken.
Carol (laughs): Chicken?
Brigitte stood up and acted as he spoke. She held back a smile, imitating Chaplin's typical gait.
Brigitte (laughs): Even this chicken walks slightly like Chaplin. You know...
Carol stood up, looked at Brigitte, smiled backwards. Brigitte walked to the closet, still learning the way Chaplin walked like a chicken.
Brigitte: Roger laughed so hard that I was a little embarrassed for him. You should really watch this movie. It will definitely cheer you up.
Carol's face dimmed again. Brigitte turned around and took Carol's handbag from the shelf, but didn't notice the change of his good friend.
The handbag was open, and when Brigitte was about to close it, he was stunned: among the piles of odds and ends in Carol's handbag was a bunny head that was peeled and stained with blood.
Street view. daytime. Carol walked on the road like a robot. She walked past the bar that Colin used to go to. Colin can be seen in the background. He was in the phone booth on the sidewalk outside the bar.
In the phone booth, Colin squeaked the dial with the receiver.
Carol's close-up. She walked along the street.
In the phone booth, Colin listened to the beep on the phone.
No one answered the phone. Colin hung up the phone with a worried expression on his face. He came out of the phone booth and walked into the bar.
In the bar, John and Reggie are at the counter. Colin walked between the two, propping his elbow on the stage.
John: She still clamps her legs tightly, isn't she? Let me tell you that she wants to have the upper hand. This is the old story. (He imitated the female voice) "It's only when we get married, courtship." (Pauses for a while) I don't want you to spend your money in vain.
Reggie: It seems that she is harmful to me.
Colin gave Reggie a sideways look.
John: Don't ask her to fool you. They are all fucking virgins-they are happy when they look at other people's troubles. That's it.
Reggie: It seems that she is quite irritating for Brother Colin.
John: That's why she feels happy.
Reggie glanced at Colin.
Reggie (to Colin): If you tell her, she will undress soon.
Colin (an angry): If I need your advice, I will ask you for advice.
John: Ha, I really believe that this old man is in love! What's going on in love, huh?
Reggie: Another good guy has been ruined!
John took a sip of beer, thought for a while, looked up at Colin, and then leaned over.
John: I think your old friends will help you. (Pauses for a moment) Why don't you... uh... take her to Reggie one night?
He looked at Reggie from over Colin's shoulder.
Reggie: Okay, no problem, John.
John: Reggie will arrange it, right?
Reggie: That needs to be said!
As John said, he dusted Colin's coat.
John: I can see this scene now. Great music, soft lighting, a big can of iced gin... well... there are oranges or lemons on it.
Reggie: It's orange petals.
John: We would tell her, this is a glass of juice-and the three most law-abiding London bachelors.
Reggie: Hey-I'm really emotional now!
John: As soon as it's midnight, she will beg.
Reggie: You can stop the cramps right away.
John: She would be grateful.
Reggie (laughs): Maybe we will do this too.
Lin Ke turned around abruptly, grabbing Reggie's shirt and tie.
Colin: You want a piece of your face flat, don't you?
Reggie: Hey, let go of your hand!
John grabbed Colin by the shoulder.
John: Colin, let go for the sake of goodness. Just kidding, or you can beat me!
Reggie grumbled to organize his clothes, then he patted Colin on the shoulder.
Reggie: Boy, see you got my clothes. Look... Have you seen it? He was obviously already long...
Colin threw his fist and beat Reggie. Reggie also hit back.
Reggie: Hey, this is just a joke. There is no need to play endlessly like Cassius Clay, a joke, boy! joke!
John squeezed Colin's head hard, holding him tightly. Reggie took the opportunity to punch Colin several times.
Sprinkle bar waiter: That's enough, all right!
John (to Colin): If you continue like this, you will decline before you get old... Hey, want to start and enjoy life.
Colin tried to break free of John. John clasped his head tightly. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Colin. Colin went crazy, and John finally let go. Reggie was watching the scene happily and curiously.
Colin was shaking with anger. He wiped his mouth nervously with his sleeve and stared at John bitterly. He turned abruptly and walked out of the bar.
On the street. daytime. Carol walked slowly, thinking to herself, and turning a blind eye to her surroundings. As she walked, the sound of the street market that had originally appeared to be very distant gradually became clear.
There was a terrible crash not far away. First responders and firefighters are busy rescuing the injured. The police maintained the order of the onlookers. Carol was unmoved by what was in front of her, and walked straight past the crowd of onlookers.
She walked to the place where the accident was invisible, raised her hand and wiped her nose.
The living room of the apartment. night. The hum of flies can be heard. Carol was barefoot, with shaggy hair and wrinkles in her clothes. She knelt down and sat on the back chair, staring into the space. The TV is on, but there is no sound.
Judging from the mess in the living room and Carol's debilitating state, it was obvious that several days had passed. The dead rabbit was still on the table, leaning on the phone. The head of the rabbit has been chopped off. The razor was opened next to the plate. The blade was shining with blood. Several flies were flying around the house. Carol stood up weakly and walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen. Carol opened the pantry, looking for something in it. She took out a biscuit and bit it bit by bit. The sprouts of those potatoes on the cupboard grew longer and grew more. Carol looked at the potato sprouts, then slowly turned around—as if with some ominous premonition, he looked at the crack in the wall next to the vent.
In the living room. Carol bit the biscuit. Suddenly there was a cracking sound, and the cracking sound became louder and louder.
Carol turned her head, and several cracks appeared on the wall. They have stretched to the side of the frame of the family photo. In the photo, Carol is still a child, standing among family members. The photo began to tilt slightly. In the crack, a vague thing was beating loudly, as if a living thing wanted to arch out. A low moan can be heard.
Carol walked out of the living room. The moans seemed to come from the walls of the apartment. The sound was like a lot of people being laid on the wall and struggling desperately.
In the aisle, cracks all over the wall. The wallpaper peeled off one after another, and a few pieces of wall covering fell on her board.
The aisle has been deformed. It seems to have lost its true length and width and turned into a long and narrow tunnel. Carol fell to her knees in fright. The sound of the elevator moving was revealed in the noise of the crowd. This sound gradually overshadowed other noises. The elevator door banged, and then the doorbell rang.
Carol still knelt there motionless. The aisle is still so creepy.
Carol looked up. The aisle has returned to normal. Carol was enchanted, she stood up, turned and looked at the door. The doorbell rang again.
Carol walked to the door.
Colin (Voiceover): Carol... Carol!
In the hall, Carol moved her eyes to the door mirror.
Looking at Colin from the door mirror, his image is a bit distorted. The sound of the elevator going down came from outside.
Colin: There are people inside! I saw your shadow.
In the hall, Carol took a step back quickly.
Colin (Voiceover): What happened? ...I just want to talk to you. Carol! If you don't open the door, I will fucking knock the door open!
Colin shrugged his shoulders and slammed into the door. Carol yelled in fright when Colin slammed into the door.
Carol: No!
She immediately covered her mouth again.
Colin (Voiceover): What?
After a while, he started hitting the door again.
Carol was terrified. She left the door, looked around, then picked up a candlestick. There was the sound of the elevator going up again. At this time, the door was knocked open.
Colin rushed into the house and fell against the wall.
Colin (out of breath, and bewildered): I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was rude to do this...
Carol hid the candlestick behind her back.
Colin: What happened to...? Sorry, I just want to... look at you. That's it.
Carol said nothing. Colin was embarrassed. He was very upset about breaking into other people's homes in this way. He was even more embarrassed when he saw Carol's disheveled clothes.
Colin: To be honest, I feel terribly uncomfortable not seeing you. I call again and again. The beep on the phone drives me crazy... should I do this? Carol, please tell me...
Colin gets more emotional as he speaks.
Colin: Actually I am not a reckless person. I hope I can find the right language. Some words have been holding back in my heart. I just want to... often... be with you...
then he turned his head out of the door. Through the open door, you can see the elderly neighbor, with the dog following her feet as usual. She has been watching-listening to be precise-Colin. She walked towards Carol's door. Colin stepped over to the door with Carol following behind, holding the candlestick in his hand. Colin closed the door and looked out through the door mirror subconsciously. Carol raised the candlestick with both hands and walked quietly behind him.
Colin saw through the door mirror that the old neighbor lady walked into his house.
The scene seen through the door mirror suddenly disappeared. Only the door mirror remained on the screen, and then it rushed up out of the frame. At the same time, the blood splashed on the door flowed down the door.
Colin fell to the ground.
When he fell by the door, Carol bent down, waved the candlestick with both hands, and slammed Colin fiercely one after another.
Carol straightened up, out of breath. She looked around and put down the candlestick.
She saw Colin's hand twitching on the carpet, and the blood from his ears ran down to his face.
She rushed to the door quickly and slammed the door with her body to make the door tighter.
She ran to the kitchen. As soon as she left, the door returned to a half-open and half-closed state.
In the kitchen. Carol opened the pantry and threw the pan and the rest on the shelf to the ground. She took off the shelf. Then she opened the drawer and rummaged in it frantically. She found a few nails from a lot of household items.
In the hall, Carol awkwardly placed the shelf between the door and the door frame, using the candlestick as a hammer to lock the door.
She picked up a piece of paper and wiped the blood from the door.
Then she dragged Colin's body along the aisle to the bathroom with difficulty.
In the bathroom, Carol dragged the corpse into the bathtub. The tank still contained the bath water she had put in before but hadn't used it.
When the corpse was immersed in the bathtub, the water suddenly overflowed and drained onto the tiled floor.
Colin's face floated on the surface of the water, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
A few days later. living room. daytime.
The room was chaotic. More flies buzzed around the rotting rabbit.
Cookies and sugar cubes were thrown all over the table and on the floor. Carol sat down in the back chair. He hummed something while sewing his shirt.
Carol's bedroom. night.
You can hear the clock ticking.
Carol clutched the quilt tightly, breathless with fear. The man in the nightmare is lying on her bed. He pulled her hard with his hands, pressed her to the bed, and rolled on her. He put Carol's head in his arms and kept kissing her. Carol fought hard, but to no avail. The ghost tore off her pajamas and bit the back of her neck.
Carol's bedroom. daytime. Doorbell rang. Carol was lying on the floor at the door of the bedroom.
When the doorbell rang again, she woke up.
She saw a postcard tucked in under the door. There was a sound of dog barking and elevator moving outside.
Carol crawled along the carpet to the door. She picked up the postcard. A close-up of the postcard, which reads: "My dear, it’s great here. There are so many things to tell, have you paid the rent? Love your Helen. While we are away, don’t live too much "Sweet Life" "! Michael." Carol turned the postcard over, which was the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
aisle. at night. Carol staggered towards the living room. This dimly lit room is completely different-it looks terrifying now. She went back to the hallway and opened the bathroom door. The light cord dangled, and there was the sound of dripping water from the tap. She bent down and looked down, and saw water running all over the ground. She backed away. Suddenly, a hand was stretched out from the wall and slammed her throat. She returned to the aisle. The aisle has become like a tunnel, with more and more hands sticking out of the cracks in the wall, grabbing her waist and chest.
The phone rang. Carol slowly propped herself up. The aisle has been restored to its original condition. The phone rang again.
In the living room, Carol picked up the receiver and pressed it to her ear. Stopped for a while.
Carol (weakly): Hello?
A woman (waited a moment, voice-over): You dirty bitch,
Carol: I'm sorry...Who are you?
Woman (voice-over, sarcasm in anger, she imitates Carol's tone): Who are you? who are you? (Restores the original voice) Who do you think it is, you dirty little frame! (Pauses for a while) Do you think I don't know what you did with him? You think you are shrewd, not so shrewd... you dirty...
Carol didn't respond to these words. She suddenly became angry and snapped up the phone. The phone rang again. It rang again and again.
Carol is really hot now. Instead of answering the phone, she jerked the phone line angrily. She wanted to pull out the phone line, but she was too weak to pull it off.
She looked around, took the razor off the table, and cut the phone line. The phone doesn't ring anymore.
She threw the phone cord and razor on the floor. This made her calm down suddenly.
She walked to the window.
The camera takes a overhead view of the street. Those street performers are playing on the sidewalk.
Doorbell rang.
Outside the door of Carol's apartment. The landlord rang the bell again and pricked his ears to listen to the movement in the door. After a while, he heard a slight noise.
In the hall, Carol approached the door and looked out through the door mirror. She saw the landlord put her ear to the door and listened.
The landlord straightened up.
Landlord: Hello, open the door.
He rang the bell again.
The camera changed to shoot the landlord from outside the door. He rang the bell nervously again and then stopped.
Landlord: Hey, open the door! I know you are inside. It's useless to hide... I'll call the police...
He stared at the door suddenly, then leaned down, looking puzzled at the tip of the nail that emerged from the door. He was very angry and found a bunch of keys from his briefcase. He thrust the key into the keyhole and twisted it, but he couldn't open the door. Finally he hit the door with his shoulder.
The door was knocked open. The landlord continued to hit. With a creak of the nail coming off the plank, the door opened. He kicked the shelf blocking the door aside.
He walked in and saw Carol in the living room, barefoot and wearing only pajamas. He was shocked by the mess in the room. But his anger was even greater than surprise.
Landlord: Good! Where is Miss Ledoux?
Carol: This is Miss Ledoux.
Landlord: You don't look like her.
Carol: I think you are looking for my sister.
Landlord:
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