"Hot Night" movie script
Text/Sterling Sillifonte
Translation/Feng Youli
The initial credits appear on the screen. At the same time, singing came from outside the painting. The singer is Ray Charles.
In that sultry southern night,
Whether you shout or not--
You won't hear an echo,
You won't see a glimmer of light.
In that sultry southern night,
Only the bereaved dog is barking,
Only the star blinked fiercely.
Despite the night in the south,
It's as stuffy as a stove,
I was sweating all over.
On the dark screen, the headlights of a row of night cars shone brightly, gradually approaching from a distance.
On the background of the train approaching the station, the title is changed: the camera rolls from the iron wheels of the train to a sign that says:
"You have arrived in Sparta, Mississippi. A warm welcome!"
...In that sultry southern night,
I am ready to dedicate everything,
Just to get to the morning,
Can see a ray of sunshine.
wheel. The train slowed down and finally stopped.
The conductor jumped down and lifted the bottom pedal.
Tibis appeared in the carriage. This is a black man in his thirties, wearing fashionable light-colored clothing. He got out of the car and put the suitcase on the ground.
The conductor pulled up the pedal again and jumped onto the carriage platform.
The train started.
The train is going away. Tibis picked up the suitcase and walked to the waiting room.
During this period, singing has been heard from outside the painting. The singing is passionate and exciting.
...When will dawn come? ...
I can't bear it anymore.
In that sultry southern night,
I am ready to dedicate everything,
Just to get to the morning,
Can see the sun!
The singing stopped. The credits are over. There was a dog on the platform watching Tibis disappearing inside the door.
Bistro.
A fly crawled slowly on the wall calendar. A fly swatter slapped it.
Rolf stood behind the counter with the fly swatter, smiling triumphantly.
Sam Wood-a local policeman is sitting in front of the counter. He slurped the drink loudly from the glass with a thin tube.
The flies buzzed.
Sam: Why can't you see the cake here today?
Rolf: (coming out from behind the counter) I ate it all, someone came before you just now and ate the last piece.
Rolf saw a fly on the counter next to Sam. He took aim and patted it.
He wiped off the dead flies with a napkin and was at ease.
Sam: What poor thing is there?
Rolf reached for a large plate and lifted the lid. Inside is a piece of gingerbread.
Sam: (shakes his head) No.
Rolf leaned over to him and wiped the sparkling water spilled on the counter.
Rolf: Okay, Sam... Since this is already the case, and there is a lone piece of it left, I'll give it to you for free.
Sam: Didn't I tell you, and then "Sam, Sam" to me? ! Did I tell you?
Rolf: I'm sorry, Mr. Wood... I wanted to say sir.
Sam put down the cup. Stand up. Throwing a silver coin on the counter, he glanced at Rolf, who was lazily slapping the fly swatter, and went out.
Rolf picked up the silver coin and put it in the cash drawer. He arranged the plates on the counter neatly and slammed the drawer of the cash drawer. He broke the gingerbread pieces apart. Looking at Sam with a mocking air. There was the sound of starting the motor.
Sam was sitting in a police car, holding the steering wheel. The car turned a corner and drove forward.
The camera shoots into the car through the windshield of the car, and the car approaches the audience. Sam reached out to unscrew the radio in front of him.
There was a small tune on the radio.
Polly and the cripple ball.
Polly and the cripple ball.
The camera shoots from inside the car through the windshield: the headlight of the car shines on the dark street at night where Sam drove. The car turned right.
Clara with a pocky face and Clayder with squinting eyes.
Clara with a pocky face and Clayder with squinting eyes.
Looking through the side glass, Sam holds the steering wheel. He turned off the radio. The car drove silently to the side of the road. Sam turned off his headlights and stopped in front of a brightly lit house. He looked out from the side glass.
The camera shook his gaze towards a lighted window.
There is a girl in the room. She was naked and took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator. She turned to the window, which partially covered her naked body. She was holding a bottle of soda in one hand, drinking it while looking out the window, scratching her belly with the other hand.
Sam stared at her with both eyes. Later, he looked away from the scene and checked his watch. He called to look around and turned on the headlights again. The car drove away.
The girl sipped the soda and continued to look out the window.
The camera shoots from Sam through the front window of the car. The headlights illuminate the oncoming road.
Sam pushed the gum to the side of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and he turned on the radio again. Minor sound.
As long as I have a look at you, as long as I have a look,
I will bow down to your pomegranate...
Sam's patrol car drove across the empty road.
Sam held the steering wheel and looked aside. He pushed the cap on the back of his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The light from the taillights of a car. The light suddenly stopped moving. The sound of a sudden brake.
The camera is pushed towards the stagnant light.
The minor tone continued on the radio:
You fascinated me deeply,
Little dear.
I miss you day and night,
Baby...
Sam got out of the car. Go forward. Looking at the road.
A body illuminated by a headlight.
Sam walked up to it slowly and vigilantly. He knelt down and touched it. Looked at his hand. Blood.
Still the minor tone:
...I will bow down under your pomegranate skirt,
As long as I have a look at you, as long as I have a look.
Sam lifted up, looked around, and ran towards the car.
The sound of music changed to the voice of the police station forensic doctor. The strong light of the flashlight illuminates the scene of the accident. The light moved to the face of the dead on the road.
Forensic: Yes, this is Colbert, this is him.
The face of the deceased, now it is closer.
Forensic: The skull was broken.
The eyes, nose, and lips of the deceased.
Xilesbei (Chief of the Shibata City Police Department) chewing gum.
Hillesby: Why, haven't you taken a photo of the person killed?
Several appraisers and police surrounded the dead. Charlie Gordon is taking pictures.
Charlie: He's quite honest, which is not bad.
Hillesby: (chewing constantly) That's right. I have to shoot him from various angles, understand? From various locations. Go ahead.
Charlie stepped back from the dead body in order to shoot from a distance. He suddenly ran into the person standing behind him.
Charlie: Hello, boys, go away.
Forensic: (Looking at Hillesby) He ran to us so far to build a factory for us. (His eyes turned to the dead) He wanted to give our city some strength, but our city made him like this!
Hillesby: (chewing gum vigorously) Yes.
Colbert's body. The spotlight is shining.
Hillesby: Is there anything on him, ah, Sam? Money clips, documents or something? ...
Sam: I started from this aspect, but the guy who killed him seems to have taken everything away.
Hillesby: So-nothing, where's the witness?
Sam: (shaking his head) There is not a single figure.
Hillesby: (turns to the forensic doctor) Has he been dead for a long time?
Charlie finished taking the last few photos and walked away.
Forensic: Not more than an hour.
Hillesby: (Time is noted) Not more than one hour.
Forensic: It may not be more than half an hour.
Hillesby: It may not be more than half an hour. (Stops chewing and looks at Sam) Some rogue must have done it. You search the whole city, go to the station to see, and then go to the billiard room, is that clear?
Sam: The billiard room will close at one o'clock.
Hillesby: But let me say, go to the billiard room, Sam!
Sam: Yes. (Go)
Hillesby turned to face the dead again. There was the sound of a motor starting.
Sam's car drove up to the billiard room. The light of the headlight flashed through the black hole window.
Sam came to the train station, stopped the car, turned off the lights, got out of the car, and walked to the waiting room. He glanced into the window.
Waiting room. Sam stood in the doorway. He glanced around quickly and walked in.
Sam: Hey, stand up, friend!
Tibis was sitting there, looking at a magazine intently, and he raised his eyes to look at Sam.
Sam: Hurry up!
Tibis stood up, put down the magazine, and wanted to get the shirt next to him. Sam pointed his pistol at him. Pull Tibis to the wall and turn him to the wall.
Sam: Put your hands on the wall, higher! Spread your fingers, spread them all. You can be honest, as long as you move, God has eyes, and you are done!
Tibis stood facing the wall, propped his hands on the wall.
Sam picked up Tibis's shirt and searched it again. Checked Tibis again. He took out the money clip from his back trouser pocket and opened it, holding the pistol while counting the money.
Tibis looked at him from under his arm.
Sam: You have a great time, friend, huh? (Puts the loquat money clip into his pocket and points to the door) Listen, there is a police car at the gate. You go out with your suitcase and sit in the back seat. Be obedient. understand?
Police station.
Sam drove the car to the gate, stopped the car, turned off the motor, got out of the car, and opened the rear door to let Tibis come out.
Sam: Come down, boy. Hurry up, hurry up!
Sam closed the car door, pounded Tibis with a pistol, and pushed him toward the door.
In the police station. Sam pushed Tibis in, who was carrying a suitcase and jacket.
George Curtin stood up to meet them.
Sam: Is the sir in the office?
George: Hello, what's the matter, Sam?
Sam: Where is Long Palace?
Sam grabbed Tibis's hand and dragged him into the director's office.
George: Sam, what's the matter with you guys?
Secretary's Office. The running electric fan creaked.
The door opened. Sam pushed Tibis in and closed the door.
Spartan police chief Hillesby is playing with an electric fan and wants to adjust it. He looked up at the person who came in.
Sam took out Tibis's money clip and opened it. The bill inside was half exposed and threw it on the table.
Hillesby was next to the electric fan. He straightened up and looked at the money.
The breeze of the electric fan scattered the banknotes in the money clip on the table-twenty yuan, ten yuan, one yuan.
Hillesby looked at the banknotes, chewing gum thoughtfully.
Sam and Tibis also looked at the banknotes.
Hillesby: Wood!
Sam: Yes, sir!
Hillesby: When was the last time I asked Curtin to oil this ghost?
Sam: That... it's Wednesday.
Hillesby: Then you do something good to remind him that today is the day of the week.
Sam: But, what about this detained one?
Hillesby: You don't have to worry about it. (To Tibis) Do you have a name?
Tibis: Vicki Tibis.
Hillesby: (laughing) Wiki, all right. You won't let us trouble you too much. Is that right, huh, Wiki?
Tibis: Of course.
Hillesby kept chewing gum. Smiled at him.
Sam smiled triumphantly.
Hillesby: Go ahead, Sam.
Sam: Yes.
Sam walked out and slammed the door.
Hillesby: (softly) So what did you do to him?
Tibis: For whom-"What is it?"
Hillesby: Who, who? Where are you from? From the north? What is the young man from the north doing here?
Tibis: I'm waiting for the train.
Hillesby: Well said, there is no train at all here so early.
Tibis: Yes, every Tuesday. At 4:05, the car to Memphis.
Hillesby: What are you talking about! (The siren of the train. Tibis listens. Hillesby listens too—he is wrong) Well, yes, you are right.
Tibis waited to see what follows. Hillesby smiled at him slightly.
Hillesby: Yes, Wiki, right.
Tibis stared at him intently. Perceiving Tibis's change, Hillesby walked to the desk, sat down, put his feet on the table, leaned back against the back of the chair, and put one hand on the side of the gun rack. On the carbine.
Hillesby: Good! That's it. I'm doing everything I can to make our small city peaceful. Smashing the brains of a rich person-we don't allow it here. Do you understand all this?
Tibis: Yes.
Hillesby: Okay, then you can talk about how you killed Mr. Colbert, you will be more relaxed, you will know.
knocking. The door opened slightly, and Sam poked his head in.
Hillesby: No way!
The door closed immediately.
Tibis: I am going to my mother. I got here at twelve thirty-five, on the train from Brownsville. Waiting to transfer to the 4:05 car.
Hillesby picked up a bottle of soda from the table, took a sip, and put it there. He got up from the table and walked a few steps in the room.
Hillesby: Well, really. No time was wasted, and a white man was killed by the way. And not just anyone, but almost the most important white man in the district. Hundreds of dollars were taken away.
Tibis: In order to earn this money, I work ten hours a day without a day off!
Hillesby: People of color can't make so much money by decent work, my friend. Damn it, this is more than my monthly salary! Speaking of which, where did you earn it?
Tibis: In Philadelphia.
Hillesby: From Mississippi?
Tibis: In Pennsylvania.
Hillesby: So what did you do in old Pennsylvania, earning so much money?
Tibis: Officer, I work in the police station.
Tibis stared closely at Hillesbeth, and threw his work card and badge on the table in front of him.
Hillesby was overwhelmed by this unexpected situation. He opened the work permit and looked at it carefully. Ti Biqi still stared at him intently.
Hillesby: (Throwing the work permit and badge on the table) Hmm. Wood!
Sam walked in and closed the door.
Hillesby: Did you ask him any questions before bringing this person here?
Sam: No, sir.
Hillesby: (Sitting behind the desk) Here, you appreciate it.
Sam picked up Tibis's work permit and looked at it. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Hillesby: Yeah, that's how it is!
Sam threw the work permit on the table, looking embarrassed.
Hillesby: What about it, forget it. Let's examine this liar from Philadelphia. You take him down and guard him first.
Sam: Yes.
He walked to Tibis. The latter just wanted to pick up the suitcase and stopped.
Tibis: Would you please give my chief a telephone call, or it would be too much to send a telegram... My thought is that it will be faster, and I will pay for the call.
He picked up the suitcase.
Hillesby: Did you hear that? ! It's amazing-he pays the phone bill! How much money do you make there?
Tibis: Nine points for one hundred and sixty-two yuan a week.
Hillesby: (Blows a whistle, repeats in amazement) One hundred and sixty-two yuan a week... (Standing up from the table, pacing a few steps) Triangle nine minutes. It's a great one! Take him away, Wood. Be polite to him, and you can't disrespect someone who can get one hundred and sixty-two yuan per week.
Sam: (sneerly) Absolutely not, sir!
He opened the door of the house and took Tibis away.
Hillesby sat down at the table, picked up Tibis's work permit, and took off the receiver of the phone.
Hillesby: Curtin, answer the long-distance call for me.
He waited to get the call, and threw Tibis's work card on the table in disgust.
The big office of the police station. Tibis put his shirt on his lap, sitting on his side, listening.
George: I'm the police station, little boy. It's an official business, and the director is answering the phone.
Sam sat on the other side of the table.
George turned the receiver so that Sam could also hear the call.
Sam: No, don't do that. Watch out, let him catch you and beat you up for eavesdropping!
George: We are not afraid of him!
Sam: Really?
The door rang and Charlie walked in.
Charlie: Is the sir in the room?
Sam and George turned to him.
Sam: Ah, Charlie! Is the picture of our dead ghost ready?
Charlie: (He holds a stack of photos) What do you think? It was taken from the top, the side, and the back, everything you ordered.
Sam: Really. Get it, boy.
Charlie: No, I have to give it to the sir myself.
He walked to the door of Hillesby's office. Sam caught up with him.
Sam: I told you, bring it here.
George: Don't argue with him, Charlie, obey.
Sam grabbed the photo from Charlie, who turned to George. Tibis stared at them silently.
Charlie: Can anyone pay me?
Sam looked at the photo carefully.
Charlie: Photo paper, film, and developer all cost money.
Sam: Well, that's right, Charlie, that needs to be said. You just need to pay the bill, and you won't be treated badly. (Observing the photo) My benevolent God, what a look.
Charlie walked. The door closes. Tibis stretched out his hand.
Tibis: Even if you allow me to look at it, according to you, I killed the person.
Sam: (turns to him, hands him the photo) Of course. How can I not show it to you.
George Curtin had been listening to the call on the phone during this time, and now he hung up the receiver.
George: Hey, Sam, he's done talking.
Sam hurriedly took the photo from Tibis and walked to the door of the chief's office. The door opened and Hillesby came out. Sam handed him the photo.
Sam: Here are pictures of the dead, sir.
Hillesby looked at Tibis who stood up to meet him.
Hillesby: Your chief is answering the phone, and he wants to talk to you.
Tibis followed Hillesby into the latter's office.
office. Tibis closed the door easily. Walk to the telephone. Hillesby sat down at the table and examined the photos.
Tibis: (to the receiver) Yes, yes, yes, sir, please forgive me for dragging you in. I... I can't do anything else. Yes, yes, sir, are you kidding me, sir, what I mean is to say, (Hillsbeth found Tibis in a bit embarrassing situation, raised his head to look at him)...just say I can help. , They wouldn’t want it themselves,...no, sir, I...not because I was angry, yes, it’s not bad, sir, I work in the police station, so do they, but...
He handed the receiver to Hillesby.
Hillesby: It's me, Hillesby, yes, sir. That's right, (looking at Tibis) You mean to say that he is the chief expert in your murder case? Yes, but...no, no, I just thought, we don't need help, I think we can do it ourselves...that's it, sir. But I... I... thank you for your suggestion, sir... (Tibis puts on his shirt, Hilles stares at him) for such a powerful support, send this unparalleled wiki.
Tibis picked up the money clip and banknotes from the table.
Hillesby: ...Yes, sir, thank you very much. Yes, yes...bye.
He hung up the receiver. Tibis is counting money.
Hillesby: It's all here. (Tibis continues to count the money) The telephone bill is paid by ourselves. (Tibis did not listen to what he said, counting the bills) Well, yes, you... you are the chief expert in homicide cases.
Tibis: Exactly correct.
Hillesby: Hey! I bet you must have seen a lot of dead people, huh?
Tibis: I can't count it!
Hillesby: But...
Tibis finished counting the bills and looked up at Hillesby.
Tibis: What "but"?
Hillesby: No, it's nothing. I just thought, maybe... maybe you take a look at our one?
Tibis closed the money clip and put it in his back pocket. Pick up your work permit from the table.
Tibis: No, thank you.
He walked to the door.
Hillesby: But why not take a look, expert?
Tibis stopped at the door.
Tibis: Because I have to catch a train.
He opened the door and walked out.
Hillesby: Wait a minute. (Standing at the door of the office) The train does not leave until twelve.
Tibis had walked to the gate with the suitcase.
Hillesby: I paid you one hundred and sixty-two yuan and two cents, not just for you to examine the body. Then why can't you take a look at this?
Tibis: Why can't you look at it yourself?
Hillesby: (provocatively) Because I'm not an expert, that's why, Officer Tibis!
Tibis looked at him silently.
funeral parlor. The owner Ulim covered Colbert's body with a sheet, and the forensic doctor looked at him.
Forensic: A dime-ten million yuan, it will be the same when you are finished.
Ulim: Yes, I tell you, here, in our city of Sparta, I can also organize a funeral for him, which is better than in their Chicago, and it will be half cheaper.
The door rang. Ulim greeted Hillesby and Tibis who walked in, and he stretched out his hand to introduce himself.
Ulim: Ted Ulim, sir, we haven't met yet.
Hillesby: Yeah, I haven't seen Xun...
The two shook hands. Ulim looked at Tibis in confusion.
Hillesby: Come with me. Hello, doctor.
He walked to the long table where Colbert's body was placed. He lifted the sheets slightly, revealing the face of the dead. Leaning down, he looked carefully.
Hillesby: Yeah...
Tibis was still standing at the door.
Hillesby: (Straighten up and push the cap to the back of his head. To Tibis) Then you look at it?
Tibis came over.
Hillesby, the doctor, and Ulim stood on one side of the long table, Tibis stood on the other side, and he took the dead man's hand.
Hillesby stepped aside and sat down.
Tibis checked the dead man's hand with both hands.
Tibis: Newly manicured nails, this is very good, very good.
Tibis took the other hand of the deceased again with both hands, fumbled, put it down, and touched his temples and cheeks.
Hillesby was chewing gum, watching how Tibis operated.
Tibis: I need something.
Hillesby: What do you want?
Tibis: Ammonium sulfate, biphenylammonium, hydrogen peroxide...
The feet of the dead. Tibis's hands-untied the laces, took off the shoes, and took off the socks.
Tibis: (Continue to dictate the list)...copper powder, distilled water...
Tibis checked the soles of his feet with both hands, then moved up to the knees of the dead.
Tibis:...Six-inch long celluloid ruler, thermometer, tweezers, calipers and a few toothpicks...
Ulim and the forensic doctor on the side of the long table watched Tibis's movements.
Ulim: Toothpicks? Copper powder...what's going on, sir?
Hillesby turned to look at him.
Ulim: This young man, who is he?
Hillesby: I asked him to examine the body, that's it.
Tibis, the forensic doctor, and Ulim stood on either side of the long table where the body was placed.
Tibis: It's a quarter to five. When was this person killed?
Hillesby: Well... Sam Wood found him on the street at about three o'clock. The forensic doctor said-standing opposite you is that he was probably killed an hour before he was found.
Tibis: (To the forensic doctor) So, two things?
Forensic: It may be a little later, a quarter past two...two thirty.
Tibis: Would you please check his face and chin. This will not cause you a lot of trouble, will it? (The forensic doctor touches his face and chin obediently) If I am not mistaken, there has been muscle stiffness.
Forensic: Yes.
Hillesby listened with interest.
Tibis: You can also easily conclude that there is already post-mortem edema on the lower limbs, so he died earlier, right?
Hillesby nodded in agreement.
Forensic: Well...
Tibis was touching the fingers of the dead again.
Tibis: Well, once I get the thermometer, I can confirm it. As you know, a drop in brain temperature is the most reliable indicator of the time of death. (To Hillesby) Am I right, sir?
Hillesby: (Totally agree) Of course!
Tibis: (Takes off his shirt, to Ulim and the forensic doctor) Well, gentlemen, which one of you would like to do me a favor?
Either one of the two took over the shirt in his hand unconsciously.
ring tone. Hillesby looked back.
A glass telephone room. Ulim is inside.
Ulim: (to the receiver) Uji Funeral Home, I'm looking for you, sir.
Ulim handed the receiver to Hillesby.
Hillesby: (to the receiver) Right... report it! What time? Ah, great. Yes, right away. (Hang up the receiver and walked to the door, facing Tibis while walking) A young man must be dealt with. He was suspected, but he ran away. I have to go. (Yeulim) How about you, get him everything he needs, otherwise, I'm sorry!
The door closed behind him.
Tibis, the forensic doctor, and Ulim were all beside the body. Tibis rolled up his sleeves.
Tibis: Where is your hand-washing place here?
Ulim nodded reluctantly. Tibis walked over and shook his head sadly.
Crazy dog barking came from the screen. Weeds rustled.
Dawn has broken.
The feet of a running man.
The chased was a very young guy running in the lush grass.
The dog's barking sounded from outside the painting.
The fugitive went through the bushes.
He ran to a clearing, jumped over a fallen tree trunk, and then went into the bushes.
Outside the painting, the dog barked.
The hunter, a few dogs barking in the lead.
The chaser leaped over the fallen tree and continued to advance rapidly.
The dogs barked out of breath.
Sam running. This chase made him extremely excited, and he was chewing gum unconsciously and completely mechanically.
The fugitive walked through the weedy jungle.
Following the chasing group of dogs, the leashes holding them were tightened violently.
Several police officers running. One of them stopped. He lifted the antenna of the walkie-talkie.
Police: (to the microphone) I’m Schegebe, can you hear it? He ran to the river, river-side, did you hear clearly? He will be in Arkansas soon. hurry up!
He put away the antenna.
River bank. Railway.
A train rushed in rumblingly.
The young man crossed the railroad tracks to the river.
The train stopped those chasing people who were about to catch up with the fugitive.
The chaser, the dog rushing forward is just in front of the passing car.
The young man ran along the bank of the river, on the edge of the water. He paused and reviewed it.
The pursuer went straight to the river.
The fugitive ran up a sandy slope. He climbed up the sand slope. He came to a ladder.
Among the chasing crowd, the leader is Sam.
The young man quickly climbed up the spare ladder for repairing the bridge.
Above is a landmark of Arkansas.
The chaser with the dog climbed up the sand slope.
On the bridge.
The fugitive ran to the opposite side from the railing of the bridge on this side, and hurried along the bridge deck.
police car. Hillesby was sitting behind the steering wheel. He was chewing gum. The microphone he is holding is right next to his mouth.
Hillesby: (to the microphone) Everything went well, he is mine now.
He put down the microphone. The car moved.
Hillesby's face in the car.
The young man running on the bridge.
He looked back.
Hillesby, who was sitting in the car, chased after the fugitive, almost touching his back.
The fugitive stopped.
Police station. daytime.
Tibis carried a bag of things tied with a string and wrapped in wrapping paper. He walked to the door. Walk into the door.
Inside the police station.
George Curtin, who had just walked out of Hillesby's office, walked to meet Tibis.
George: Colbert is too big.
Tibis: How is she?
George: When she came, the director was no longer there. She doesn't know anything yet.
Tibis put down the bag and walked to Hillesby's office.
George: Hey, you can't go in, friend!
But this sentence is too late. Its ending has drifted into Hillesby's office where Tibis walked in.
Mrs. Colbert stood at the window and looked outside. She turned around.
Standing in front of her was Tibis. He closed the door easily.
Tibis: Are you Mrs. Colbert? ...
Mrs. Colbert: Where is my husband? What's wrong with him? (Approaching Tibis) Why didn't anyone tell me his situation? If something misfortune happens to him, I have the right to know, I want to know, is something wrong with him?
Tibis: Your husband is no longer in the world, Mrs. Colbert.
Mrs. Colbert: Oh-oh!
Tibis: He was killed. We don’t yet know who did it.
She stepped back to the window, slapped her hands, and raised her hands in the air, only shaking slightly, as if she wanted to push away and reject the news that she had just heard.
Mrs. Colbert: It's so stuffy here, so suffocating.
Tibis walked over. He wanted to hold her hand. She broke free. But he still held her hand and led her to the chair.
Tibis: You sit down.
Mrs. Colbert: Not necessary.
He still let her sit down. She sobbed.
Mrs. Colbert: (while crying) Please...please leave me alone for a few minutes.
Tibis went out and the door closed. Mrs. Colbert wept bitterly.
Tibis stopped outside, listened to the situation in the office, and walked away.
George looked at him from his seat.
Talking from outside the door. George and Tibis turned around.
Hillesby walked in. Later, Sam and another policeman brought in Harvey, the young man who was being hunted down.
Hillesby: Hey, Wiki, now that you and your game are useless to us, just go back and report to your chief. You and your chief do not need to give us orders.
He walked to his office.
Tibis: Mrs. Colbert is with you. I have told her.
Hillesby paused and looked at the door of the room.
Hillesby: I see.
Tibis took the bag and pointed it to Hillesby.
Tibis: This is the result of the inspection done at Ulim. Are you interested in my judgment?
Hillesby: No, what use is it for me? !
Tibis: Can I see this arrested person?
Hillesby: Look at it. Hey, bring him here and let people see.
Tibis put down the bag; the police brought Harvey to him. Tibis took the young man's hand.
Harvey has handcuffed hands. Tibis turned these hands into palms down.
Harvey looked to the side.
Tibis checked his hand, wrist, up to his elbow.
Tibis's black hand checked the white hand of Harvey.
The faces of the people around him nervously.
Harvey, who reluctantly restrained himself, tried to break free.
Hillesby: Hey, hey, be honest! (To Tibis, dissatisfied) Is it over?
Tibis: Thank you.
Hillesby: That's fine. (To the police) Take him to me.
He let them into his office and walked in himself, slamming the door close to the nose of Sam who wanted to go in.
George: (pointing to the door of the house) Look, there should be a good show.
The members of the civil defense team who helped the chief pursued sat down one after another.
Sam: Hey, you are not there, George! If there is no radio, believe it or not, we will let him slip away-he will run away on the bridge.
The others nodded, confirming his analysis.
Schegebe: This bastard slipped past the truck that seemed to have arrived in time. We only saw his shadow.
Sam: Yeah. But Charlie, the old hunting dog, just broke free of the leash at this moment, and rushed on.
Tibis: (listening intently all the time) Did he confess?
Sam: Huh?
Tibis: Did he confess this young man you arrested?
Sam: I'm probably confessing now.
The roar of laughter.
Sam smiled and walked towards his own.
Sam: Don't worry, you will be recruited. And it depends on how to do it.
It was another laughter.
Tibis: By the way, is he left-handed?
Sam and the others looked at him inexplicably.
Sam: How would I know?
Tibis: I think he is left-handed.
Assistant Secretary: Well, it seems to be left-handed. Ah, Chegbe? Are you left-handed?
Xiegebei: Even if it is, so what?
Tibis: Then he is not guilty.
In the office.
Hillesby leaned over to Mrs. Colbert, and the police and Harvey stood a little further away.
Hillesby: Mrs. Colbert, one more thing, one thing...
He took out a snapping turtle wallet from his pocket and stretched it out to her. She covered her face with her hands.
Hillesby: Good. (Remove the money clip)
Harvey: I have already said that I found it on the ground. The money clip had been taken out and left there. Beside him. (Kneeling in front of Mrs. Colbert) I just picked it up, ma'am, that's it.
Hillesby put his hand on Harvey's shoulder.
Hillesby: Shut up! Take him down.
Police: Yes! Hey, hey, Harvey, let's go.
Harvey was taken away. Hillesby walked to the door of the house, closed the door, and walked to Mrs. Colbert again.
Hillesby: Mrs. Colbert, um...If I send someone, can you...send you...you can confirm the deceased there. Ah?
Mrs. Colber stood up.
Big office.
Mrs. Colbert walked out of the director's office accompanied by Hillesby.
Hillesby: (to Segbe) Martin, you take Mrs. Colbert to the funeral home. You, Wood, send Wiki directly to the train station.
Sam laughed and walked first.
Sam: But Wikimedia thinks that Harvey is not guilty, sir.
Hillesby: Ah, go to hell!
Tibis: I wanted to discuss this with you, both of us separately.
Hillesby: There is no need for a separate discussion, do you understand? (Draws out the money clip) Because of it,-Colbert's money clip, and we got it from Harvey Obst! Or do you think that Colbert handed it to Harvey himself, huh?
Tibis: I don't know. But it may also be like this: Obst just walked over after the murder. He saw the money clip and picked it up. I don’t know...
Mrs. Colbert: That's exactly what the young man said.
Hillesby: But I, please forgive me, madam, for not paying attention to his judgment.
Tibis: When I checked the dead, I was sure that the fatal blow...
Xiegebe, Sam, and the sheriff's assistant listened carefully to every word, lest they miss it.
Tibis:...From the right, the angle is seventy-five degrees...
Xiegebella gave a long whistle.
Tibis: ...therefore it is almost undeniable that the attacker could not be left-handed.
Hillesby: So what?
Segbe: And our friend Harvey-is a left-handed. This is known to the whole city, sir.
Sam: Look, huh, that means we've gone too far, sir, um, Harvey is left-handed by that.
Hillesby: (to Tibis) You are too confident. Huh, Wiki? ...... Wei-ji! It's a pretty name for a black guy.
Tibis trembled all over.
Hillesby: This one came from Philadelphia. That's how you are called there, right?
Tibis: People call me (emphasis added) Mr. Tibis!
Hillesby: (Almost unable to restrain himself) Mr. Tibis! Come on, Mr. Wood, you take Mr. Tibis to the station, hurry up, friend!
Tibis: I will send you the results of the inspection through the laboratory of the State Administration of Taxation. In fact, this is not important anymore.
Hillesby reached for the paper bag.
Hillesby: This must stay with me!
Tibis: (He didn't loosen the paper bag) No, this won't work, I have to hand it over to them myself.
Hillesby gave him a harsh look.
Mrs. Colbert: Oh my God! What do you guys do? Where am I? My husband is dead. Someone in the area killed him. I want you to find out-who is it?
She went out. The door slammed shut.
Hillesby lowered his eyes to look at the empty money clip he was still holding.
Xiegebe followed Mrs. Colbert out. Sam watched them.
Hillesby looked up at Tibis.
Hillesby: So, don't you give it?
Tibis: No.
Hillesby: Wood! Go and lock him up to hide the evidence for him. Hey, why are you standing still! Lock him with his little friend Harvey Obst.
Sam took Tibis away.
Hillesby was furious.
prison. Fence doors from cell to cell.
Tibis and Sam walked in.
Sam: Come on, come on, Wiki, God pays off. Nothing great, right!
Next to a door stood a policeman, the one who took Harvey away.
Sam: Here you are, Arnold. Open the door. Another tenant came.
Guard Arnold opened the door. Tibis walked into the cell.
Obst: Hey, friend, don't let him come to me! Keep him somewhere else!
Sam: Don't fret, Harvey.
The police locked the door.
Obst: (At the cell door) Hey! Where did he come from? Hey!
Sam: Be calm, friend, be calm.
Sam walked with another policeman.
In the cell. Harvey Obst stood by the door. Tibis sat on the bed and ignored him. Harvey left the prison door.
Obst: What are you doing so beautifully, like a white man? Where are you from?
Tibis sat there with one hand resting his chin.
Obst: Are you deaf? I'll give you...
Tibis raised a finger as a warning.
Harvey didn't move.
Tibis: Don't get angry, Harvey, I'm for you.
Obst: Ah, what do I want you to do!
Tibis took out his badge and work permit, and opened the work permit to Harvey.
Tibis: Except for me, you can't count on others.
Harvey approached in surprise.
Obst: Police-check! ! …So, you are a—truncheon?
Tibis closed his work permit.
Through the iron fence on the door, Tibis can be seen sitting quietly on the bed. Harvey walked around the cell nervously.
Obst: Yes, baton. Yes, then why did you lock you up? What did they do with a baton?
Tibis: Who said you locked me up? How is this going? There are so many empty cells, but they have put me in your place. do you understand?
Harvey still didn't understand.
Harvey and Tibis are in the cell.
Obst: Listen to me. I have already told you: I saw that guy lying on the street with a wallet beside him. As for me, I haven't had good luck since I was born. Suddenly, I had good luck for the first time in my life, and I picked it up. But when I figured out whose money clip it was, I broke out in a cold sweat! I heard that the new chief, this is Hillesby, is not a joke. I threw my legs across the croplands and ran towards the state border, and ran to the bridge, but Hillesby caught me there.
Tibis: What time did you find the money clip?
Obst: I don't have a watch. It might be... It's past two o'clock, this is the clock of Genzha city government.
Tibis: I am interested in the period from eleven o'clock to one o'clock. Where are you at this time?
Obst: In the Larry billiard room. I went there at ten o'clock.
Tibis: When did you leave?
Obst: It's all closed, probably a little bit.
Tibis: Can anyone testify under oath?
Obst: Page, Bolt, Rice.
Tibis lay sideways, half lying on the bed with his back against the wall.
Tibis: Have you ever dealt with the police station?
Obst lowered his eyelids and hesitated embarrassingly.
Tibis: Really! You know, I can check it out in the record room without spending much time.
Obst: (After thinking about it) Nothing great. I was detained once. This is for the Diloles Paki.
Tibis: What's the matter?
Obst smiled and sat down.
Obst: It's so...this...this Diloles, do you understand? Humph, how did nature create her, she just ran around like that, okay? Once... Anyway, we two had a date.
Tibis listened intently.
Obst: She just...she just said...cough, (smiling) In short, she asked me...that's what she said: "What do you think, my body, croak?" I told her: "That's enough!" Hey, she showed me.
Tibis smiled.
Obst: No, I didn't dare to be presumptuous. I just didn't stop her, let her prove it. But suddenly that baton, Sam Wood got out of the grass, grabbed me, and pulled me aside.
Tibis: He let you go?
Obst: He ordered me not to circle her again, and never allow it again! She lives on Third Street, one block away from me. She just ran around with her bare butt at home. Wait till it gets dark, a little light! Someone should take care of her!
Tibis straightened up on the bed. Stood up.
Tibis: Hey, come here and show me your right hand.
Obst stretched out his right hand. Tibis checked carefully.
Obst: What are you doing?
Tibis: Don't move!
Tibis's fingers touched each of Obster's fingers. Picking out the dirt under his nails with a knife, he let go of Obst's hand. Checking the dirt carefully.
Tibis cleaned the knife, nodded at Obst, and blinked.
Outside the painting came the rumbling of the gate leading from the prison to the police station.
Hillesby and Sam walked towards the prison.
They stopped in front of the iron gate of the cell.
Hillesby: (To Sam) Alright, let him sign the document that does not prosecute unfounded arrests.
Tibis: Well, it's a trivial matter.
Sam handed him the document from outside the fence.
Hillesby: Please... sign!
Tibis took the document and read it through.
Hillesby: Give him the pen, hand him the pen!
Sam passed the pen from outside the shed. Tibis signed his name and handed the document out of the fence. Sam was about to reach out for it, but Hillesbeh hit his hand and took the file by himself. Sam can only accept the pen.
Hillesby: Alright. Let him out.
Sam opened the prison door.
Tibis came out. Sam closed the door again behind him and locked it.
Tibis stopped in front of Hillesby.
Hillesby: You still have time to catch the twelve o'clock car.
Tibis: In my opinion, the wisest way is to change the accusation against Harvey Obst. When the murder occurred, he was not present or nearby. I think it is effortless for him to prove this.
After speaking, he walked out.
In the police station.
Tibis. Hillesby followed him.
Tibis picked up his paper bag.
Hillesby: As far as I see it, you can also pinpoint exactly when Colbert was killed, right?
Tibis: At about 12:30, Harvey Obst was playing billiards in the pool room.
Hillesby bent down and fiddled with the latch on the partition door.
Hillesby: Wait a minute, please wait a moment, this opens the door.
George Curtin sat at his table.
Tibis stood at the door.
Sam picked up his suitcase and sent it out.
Tibis: Under his nails is the white powder of the pool cue, not blood.
Hillesby: Thank you God, you didn't let me live in Philadelphia!
Tibis stopped at the door again and turned to face Hillesby.
Tibis: One more thing, Colbert was not killed where his body was found.
Hillesby: What does this mean?
Tibis: He was beaten to death somewhere else, and then taken to Central Street.
He went out. The door outside slammed.
Hillesby put his hand on the desk.
George looked at Sam meaningfully.
Hillesby: Curtin...
George: Yes, sir!
Hillesby: You change the complaint and steal.
George: Is it Harvey's case?
Hillesby: Who else are we holding? Damn it!
George: It must be done.
Hillesby walked to his office. Open the door.
Hillesby: Hey, didn't I ask you to clean up this door?
Sam is standing next to the card box.
George: No, it's not for me, sir, um...probably my brother, Herod. he is take his holiday.
Hillesby: Is it Herod?
He disappeared into the office.
As soon as the door behind him closed, Sam and George burst out laughing.
Electric live ringtones.
George: (holds the receiver) The police station... Yes, in his office, please don't put the phone on the phone, sir... (press the button) the mayor's phone, sir.
Hillesby was driving on Central Street in a patrol car. pedestrian.
The car stopped. Waiting for a carriage blocking the road to pass.
Hirekobe's car left the central street.
He drove into the compound of a construction company. Turn off the fire. Get out of the car.
Reception room. The office is separated by a glass wall. Hillesby walked into the reception room.
In the office.
Mayor Webb Schubert walked around the room anxiously. Mrs. Colbert was sitting at a desk. The mayor also sat down behind this table.
Hillesby came in, saluted Mrs. Colbert, took off his cap, and closed the door.
Mayor: (Looking at him) What did I hear? What did Mrs. Colbert say about arresting someone... as if to divert your eyes and say who are you covering?
Hillesby: Absolutely not, madam. None of us cover. To be honest, due to insufficient evidence, we have dropped the case.
Mayor: Look, Mrs. Colbert, didn't I tell you, he is absolutely fair.
Mrs. Colbert: (to the mayor) I'm here to let you know, and I don't hesitate. I cannot bear that black police officer is not allowed to participate in the investigation.
Mayor: Black? police officer?
Hillesby: Yeah, he... uh... he, you see, from the north, it can be said that he passed by.
Mrs. Colbert: I don’t care who he is or where he comes from. (To the mayor) If it weren’t for him, your unparalleled police chief would always keep this poor worm who has nothing to do with this case. Inside the iron fence! I demand that the police officer be given full freedom of movement, otherwise...
The mayor and Hillesby listened.
Mrs. Colbert: I will get rid of all the engineers hired by my husband. You can do whatever you like here.
She stood up. Hillesby hurried over to open the door for her.
She paused at the door, glanced at Hillesby, and went out.
The mayor followed her to the reception room.
Mayor: Hey, hello, Mrs. Colbert, you can trust us! We all take it up.
In the reception room.
The mayor and Hillesby watched Mrs. Colbert.
Hillesby put on his cap and wanted to leave.
MAYOR: Bill, I have to give in, ah... hear you?
Hillesby: To stab Andy Kurt's sore spot? The consequences.
Mayor: There is no way. But you have to work harder.
Hillesby: Okay, that's it.
Mayor: Bill, what's the matter with that black police officer? It seemed that Mrs. Colbert trusted him very much.
Hillesby stood at the door of the company. Looking at a person doing gas welding in the yard.
Hillesby: Oh, this young man has two times. He is an expert in so-called homicide cases. But I don't need him!
Mayor: This means: you don't need him. Okay, Bill. Forget it, for example, he can find out who the murderer is, and all his power is worthless in our state. What will happen then, will people send ready-made murderers to him on a tray, huh?
Hillesby: Say so.
Mayor: If he is not famous, it has nothing to do with you. This is what Mrs. Colbert herself has repeatedly emphasized. What is my intention, understand?
Hillesby: Yes, yes, that's more!
Mayor: No matter how you turn, Bill, it's all for the better and for the common good. Hello, I'm sorry, I have something else.
Leave.
train station.
Tibis put the suitcase on a bench and walked back and forth a few steps. sit down.
Hillesby can be seen in the distance.
He walked towards Tibis. The car was parked aside, right in front of you.
He came over. Zip on the shirt. I reviewed it.
Hillesby: Do you want to leave today anyway?
Tibis: Yes. Many reasons.
Hillesby: What if I ask you to stay for a while?
Tibis: No.
Hillesby nodded in understanding. He sat next to Tibis.
Hillesby: This small city, Wiki, can't live without a factory. Colbert came from Chicago to build a factory. Legend has it that thousands of people need to be hired, half of whom are people of color. Do you know what this means?
Tibis: Because of the motive for killing.
Hillesby: That's what Mrs. Colbert thinks. She asked us to find the murderer and catch him. If we can't find it out-we won't see the factory. How much work can be provided, how many people of color can feed their stomachs, do you understand?
Tibis stood up and walked aside.
Tibis: But I want to go home, friend!
Hillesby: These are all your compatriots!
Tibis: It's not mine, it's yours, you know, it's not me—you don't want to change this farce.
Hillesby: What do you want from me? Please, isn't it? Isn't that OK?
Tibis: (walks a few steps in front of Hillesbeth, angrily) You must understand that I am very tired of your little city, and I hate it!
Hillesby: Hey, Wiki, I really want to beat you up!
Tibis looked at Hillesbeth who was sitting. Laughed.
Tibis: Hey, my dad said the same. Once or twice, the threat turned into an action.
Hillesby stood up and walked to Tibis.
Hillesby: It doesn't seem to be enough, but I have to beat a few more times. My personality is not like this, but I can do it occasionally. You want to stay, even if I have to call your chief and ask him to repeat his instructions to you. But, in my opinion, it doesn't need to be this way, right? You know, you-as far as you are concerned, are a master, no white person can compare, you are better than everyone. Then you stay and teach us all to be smart and witty. A wise man will never forgive himself for letting go of an opportunity that would shame us all. Would you like to hear my opinion, Wiki? That is: Don't let this opportunity pass anyway.
Hillesby and Tibis stood face to face, staring at each other. Then Hillesby turned and walked away.
The approaching train whistled.
Tibis looked at Hillesbeth thoughtfully. Then he stooped unhurriedly and picked up the suitcase.
He walked to Hillesby, who stopped moving.
Next to a row of cars. daytime.
Jace, the owner of the car shop, a black man, was crawling under a car parked in the middle of the yard.
On the ground beside him, the shadow of Hillesbeth appeared.
Hillesby and Tibis stood by the car.
Hillesby: Jace, this is Wiki, get to know it. I leave it to him to do a small thing. You get him a four-wheeled car. Is there anything you can start here?
Jace is under the car. He looked at Hillesby and Tibis, while covering the sun with his hands.
Jess: I'll arrange it, I can start. Who pays?
Hillesby: (Looking at Tibis) The police station, you can find me there, you know.
The two children stared curiously at Tibis and Hillesby.
The two men walked to the patrol car.
Hillesby was sitting behind the square sentence plate. Tibis took out his suitcase from the back seat.
Hillesby drove away.
Tibis watched him away.
Jace straightened up and looked at the back of the car.
Tibis turned his eyes to the two children. They looked up and looked at him curiously. Tibis smiled and winked at them.
Jace glanced at Tibis. Next to Jace stood his wife.
Jess: What kind of work do you do, friend?
Tibis: I work in the police station.
Jess: At the police station? Here in us, in Sparta?
Tibis: Someone was killed here, but they don't know what to do with this case. This requires a scapegoat.
Jess: (Approaching Tibis) You already have a place to live?
Tibis: Not yet...
He walked to the suitcase not far away.
Tibis: Go to the hotel and find a small room.
Jace laughed. He laughed loudly and happily. He bent down, picked up Tibis' suitcase, and walked towards his wife.
Tibis looked at Jace inexplicably.
Jie Jin: Vaiola! ...... (While laughing) Let's come to the tenants.
Tibis smiled and looked at the two children, who were looking up at him, baring their teeth.
A room in the city hall.
Watkins: (Standing, continuing their conversation) I can predict the outcome. He would mess with him and kill himself.
There were a few men sitting around the table, among them the mayor.
Hillesby was sitting on a high stool, leaning against the wall. Listen attentively.
Watkins: This is not good for us at the moment.
Mayor: There is this risk, Tom, you are right, but whether you like it or not, we can't get rid of him.
Watkins: Yes, as long as the Secretary can take a good look at this case. (To Hillesby) Ah, Chief? You still don’t know who the murderer is?
Hillesby: Under investigation.
He got off the high stool and walked to the table with drinks.
Mayor: Don't pester him, Tom. You know it yourself, he hasn't done this kind of case yet.
Hillesby picked up a bottle of Coca-Cola and drank it.
Watkins: Let him do it this week... and it's not just the case of Colbert. You remember my life: this nigger will not live on Sunday.
hostel.
Tibis approached a door and went in.
A white man stared at him intently.
In a room in a hotel. bedroom.
Tibis: What do you think, Mrs. Colbert, does your husband have an enemy here?
Some men’s clothes were placed on the electricity. Mrs. Colbert is putting them in a box.
On the screen is Annelton.
Annelton: Of course it is Andy Kurt. He has always created obstacles for us. He stayed in his manor and held the entire county in his hands. To be more precise, he was in his hands until we arrived.
Mrs. Colbert sat down on the sofa by the window.
Tibis: (turning to her, gently) Did your husband tell you where he was going last night?
Mrs. Colbert: (She is exhausted) He said he didn't want to sleep. I'm lying down.
Tibis: What time is it?
Mrs. Colbert: (takes up the hair comb) It seems to be just after eleven.
Tibis: Hasn't he been to you since then? Or go to which of his colleagues?
Anelton: No.
Tibis: Maybe the elevator driver can tell when he left?
Annelton: After ten o'clock, the elevator is started by the passengers themselves.
Tibis: Is your husband's car parked here?
Hotel parking lot.
The door of a car opened.
Front seat. There is a blood spot on the backrest. Tibis felt the blood spots.
The pedals, the starting device, the steering wheel, Tibis touched the brake pedal, took a small piece of dirt from it, brought it to his eyes, and he carefully inspected the small piece of dirt. Rub it gently with your fingers.
He raised his eyes, lost in thought, then he took out his handkerchief and carefully wrapped the mud.
Cars lined up next to the hotel. Hillesby drove up. Stopped and got out of the car.
Tibis raised his hand, still holding the mud-wrapped handkerchief in his hand.
Hillesby: Did you find anything?
Tibis: (puts the handkerchief in his pocket) The man who killed Colbert, who drove his car last night.
Hillesby: How do you know? ...
Tibis walked to Hillesby's car.
Hillesby: Where are you going?
Tibis opened the rear door and sat in.
Tibis: I could have taken the car you provided me by myself, but you wouldn't want to let me go there alone. Everything would be more complicated.
Hillesby: (Outside the painting) What is "there"?
Tibis: Go to Eric Andycott.
Hillesby: (surprised) Looking for Andy Kurt? (Resolutely) Go!
Cotton fields in the suburbs. The cotton picker is operating.
Another part of the cotton field. Some black women pick cotton by hand. Hillesby's car was driving on the road next to a cotton field.
Black children are running around on cotton bales.
The car galloped forward.
Tibis looked out the window at the woman picking cotton. His face became gloomy.
A cotton. The woman's hands were plucking the cotton from the boll. Another cotton. Another hand.
More, more: a stalk of cotton, a pair of women's dexterous hands.
One by one, Tuan Tuan cotton fell into the cotton picking woman's shoulder pocket.
Inside the car. Tibis didn't look away from the window.
Hillesby held the steering wheel. He glanced at Tibis. Then he looked at the women working in the field.
Hillesby: Dust-eating work, huh, Wiki? This is not yours.
Tibis looked at him silently.
Hillesby looked out the window.
Tibis looked back and looked out the window at the working women.
A woman looked up at the car. Then he bent down to Mian Kezi.
There was singing from outside the painting. It was the one at the beginning of the film. The singer is Ray Charles.
...In that sultry southern night,
I am ready to dedicate everything,
Just to get to the morning,
Can see a ray of sunshine.
When will dawn come?
I can't bear it anymore.
In that sultry southern night,
I am ready to dedicate everything,
Just to get to the morning,
Can see a ray of sunshine.
Hillesby was driving the car. On a post it reads "Andy Curt Cotton Company". The car turned a corner.
The manor where Andy Ko stayed.
The car drove to the house. Hillesby and Tibis got out of the car. Walk to the outer corridor.
Hillesby stopped at the door and turned to Tibis.
Hillesby: Did you know something I didn't know?
Tibis: I found a piece of Osmunda japonica in Colbert's car.
Hillesby: What is a piece?
Tibis: On the brake pedal. Purple Osmunda-a kind of fern root.
Hillesby: A kind of fern?
The door was wide open. A black housekeeper stood at the door.
Hillesby: Is Mr. Andy Kurt at home?
Steward: Yes, sir. He is in the greenhouse. I will lead you.
He walked to the veranda and closed the door.
The butler and Hillesbeth and Tibis who followed him walked down the steps of the verandah.
The butler led Tibis and Hillesby to the greenhouse. Opened the door for them.
Inside the greenhouse. Surrounded by a work apron, Andy Curt wearing gloves is leaning over a flower. He looked up.
Andy Kurt: Hillesby...
He greeted Hillesbeth and Tibis who came in.
Hillesby: Mr. Andy Curt, this is... this is... well... Wiki...
Andy Curt: Mr. Tibis!
Tibis: Good day, sir.
Andy Kurt: If allowed, I will ask Henry to get us some cold shots.
Hillesby: Thank you, sir, no need, we are just as good as it is.
Tibis: (Almost interrupting him, turning to the butler) I want a cold drink, a little bit lighter. Anything is fine.
Andy Curt: (takes off gloves) Here is a bottle of lemonade, Henry. I also drink a little.
Steward: Yes, sir.
He went out and closed the door casually. Tibis became interested in a strange plant.
Tibis: Oh! I didn't expect this variety to be cultivated here?
Andy Kurt: You are interested in flowers and plants.
Tibis: Interested.
Andy Kurt: Please allow me to show you.
Hillesby sat down in his chair tiredly.
Andy Curt led Tibis to the depths of the greenhouse.
Andy Curt: (Smiling secretly, and continued with a joking solemn tone) Eric Andy Curt’s beloved. (Bring Tibis to a plant) What do you think?
Tibis: It's wonderful, it's absolutely perfect.
Andy Curt: Do you have any special hobbies, Mr. Tibis?
Tibis: I like epiphytes very much. any type.
Andy Curt took two steps aside, picked up a plant, and dropped a twig from it.
Andy Curt: Well, among so many kinds of plants, you just like epiphytes. Isn't that interesting? What is it worth noting, can you guess?
Tibis: You may be able to remind me.
Andy Kurt: That's because they are like black people. They need special care, nourishment and cultivation. And all this takes time. Some people just don't understand this. Mr. Colbert did not understand this.
They looked at each other.
Andy Curt walked away.
Tibis took a step aside and picked up a root-shaped piece from the flowerpot hung on the lead wire.
Tibis: Is this what grows epiphytes?
Andy Kurt: This is the best condition for them. The real problem is here! Without this foundation, they will shrink.
Tibis watched the roots of a fern.
Tibis: What is this called?
Andy Kurt: Osmunda japonica-is a kind of fern root.
Hillesby raised his head on the chair, became alert, and stopped chewing gum.
Tibis followed Andy Kurt's gaze closely.
Hillesby stood up. Walk to Andy Kurt.
Hillesby: Well, let's not spend much of your time, Mr. Andy Kurt.
Tibis held the purple osmanthus.
Andy Kurt's figure is reflected in the glass door. The door opened, and Henry walked in with a flask of lime water.
Andy Kurt: What are you doing here?
Hillesby and Tibis exchanged glances.
Tibis: Let me know about Mr. Colbert.
Andy Curt: (frowns) Wait a minute, let me figure it out, are you here to interrogate me?
Tibis: (Trying to conceal the embarrassing situation) Look, your point of view, Mr. Andy Curt, your... your opinion is not a secret to anyone.
Andy Curt stared at him closely.
Tibis: And some people say that Mr. Colbert's colleagues will have sufficient grounds to think that you are such a person and will not mourn his death like others.
Andy Curt was still staring at him, leaving the corner of the table, and slowly walking towards Tibis.
Tibis: We just want to clarify some circumstances, (Andy Kurt comes to him) Has Mr. Colbert ever been here, in the greenhouse, just last night. For example, around twelve o'clock?
Andy Curt gave Tibis a mouth with the back of his hand. In an instant, Tibis also replied.
Hillesby looked at it in surprise.
Tibis's guarded face.
Andy Kurt: (Straighten up, cover his face with his hands, and look aside) Hillesby...
Hillesby: (Outside the painting, waiting) Huh?
Andy Kurt: Did you see it?
Hillesby: (Cautiously) Of course, I saw it.
Andy Curt: What measures do you plan to take?
Tibis looked at Hillesby warily.
Hillesby: (Almost helplessly) I don't know.
Tibis turned his gaze to Andy Kurt.
Andy Kurt: I will remember this. If in the past, I would clean up you. Kill with a gun like a dog!
They stared at each other silently.
Tibis walked too far towards the door, and Henry was frightened and drew away.
Tibis slammed the door open and went out. Hillesby followed him.
Henry looked at his master with trepidation. Went out.
Andy Kurt is alone. Weeping silently.
In front of the manor. Tibis and Hillesby walked to the car.
Hillesby: Now you are going to slip away. And be fast!
Tibis: (Suddenly stopped, and said fiercely) So how about those beautiful words this morning, that kind of plea?
Hillesby: (almost yelling) I never expected that you would slap a white man in the face. Not just anyone, but Andy Kurt!
Tibis: Forget it, forget it. Give me another day and I can finish it in two days. I will expose him to the end. This gelding pig! I want to show him something awesome!
Hillesby: (As if to see him clearly, looking at Tibis) Hey, hey! You, boy, look like all of us! What, isn't it?
Build the company's courtyard. Hillesby was agitated. On an agricultural machine waiting to be repaired-the mayor.
Mayor: This is my mistake. (He gets off the machine and walks up to Hillesby) There is no way, Bill. It is not easy to keep you where you are.
Hillesby walked away, and the mayor followed him.
Mayor: As for Tibis, you also know what to do. Get out of here as soon as there is no accident.
Hillesby: I have already told him.
They stopped and looked at each other.
Mayor: In this regard. That's all. Now there is one more question, Bill, Mrs. Colbert is leaving, and she won't be back until Thursday. If you can find the culprit before then, she won't say a word about Tibis. There is no other way but to send him away, for his benefit. But it must be found out, have you heard it?
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