"Drive for Miss Daisy" movie script
Text/[United States] A. Yuri
Translation/Shen Shan
The vast majority of the plot took place in Atlanta, Georgia, from 1948 to 1973.
Gradually.
Interior view · Daisy's bedroom · Daytime
An old-fashioned, well-organized room, comfortable and well-maintained, but no longer in line with the current aesthetic point of view or trend. Venetian blinds were lowered to cover the August sun. The room seemed to be asleep. Suddenly, Daisy Worthan's face appeared, looking straight at the audience. She straightened the straw hat on her head. So we understood that what we saw was the room in the mirror.
Dai Qian is 72 years old and looks very healthy. She wore a street summer dress, white high heels, appropriate summer jewelry, and no makeup.
She adjusted her hat and stopped looking in the mirror. She reached into the drawer of the dressing table, took out a pair of white gloves, took out the purse from the closet, and decisively walked out of the room.
A series of shots.
1. Daisy walked through the hall upstairs.
2. Daisy walked down the stairs.
3. Daisy walked through the hall downstairs.
4. Daisy is in the dining room.
5. Daisy passes through the two-way revolving door of the food storage room.
She briskly walked through these quiet rooms. This is a woman who can never be idle. Everything she did showed that she was full of energy and decisive. We can see that her family is relatively wealthy. Bookshelves are eye-catching in many rooms. The furniture is very comfortable, and some of the furniture is mahogany.
Interior view·Kitchen
A spacious kitchen with black and white tiles, which was the pre-World War I specification. The only sign of the times is a fairly modern gas stove.
Edla, the black maid, about the same age as Daisy, stood in front of the sink under the window and wiped the silverware with an old toothbrush. Large jugs, containers of cream and sugar, etc., are placed on the counter waiting to be scrubbed one by one. Edla wore a pale maid uniform, rolled stockings and home-made flat slippers. She did not look up, nor did she know any sign that Daisy had entered the kitchen.
Dai Xi took a purchase order from the drawer of the cabinet.
Daisy: I'm on the market, Adela.
Edla: Well...
Daisy went out.
Location·Backyard
The sun is dazzling. The yard looked very dazzling in the morning heat. Now we can see the appearance of the house—Georgian style, built in the ten's, comfortable but not showing off the courtyard.
Daisy walked to the garage, which was a separate building that could store two cars, but now there was only one — a brand new and shiny 1948-style Parker. She got in the car.
A series of shots.
1. Dai Qian turned on the ignition device with a gloved hand.
2. Her perspective. Turn the automatic gear into reverse gear.
3. One of her high heels is stepping on the accelerator.
4. The lens of the car. It is pouring out of the garage and onto the driveway.
5. Daixi's shot, her gloved hands are grasping the steering wheel, her back is straight, not against the backrest.
6. The lens of the gear indicator is still the reverse gear.
7. Dai Qian’s shot of one foot turns on the accelerator.
8. The car's lens, the car accelerated backwards, swished over the fence, seemed to stay in mid-air, and then landed on the top of the neighbor's garage (under the slope), causing the garage to collapse. The car then landed on the next tool shed, crushed it into pieces, and scattered gardening tools in all directions. The noise was deafening.
9. The lens of Edla, she looked out of the kitchen window, frightened and frightened.
10. A scene of a babysitter and a toddler walking out of a neighbor's house.
Exterior·Garage
Daisy's badly damaged car was parked in the debris of the garage. A piece of tranquility.
Daisy's lens. She was still sitting in the car, still holding the steering wheel with her gloved hands. The hat is crooked and the glasses are off, but everything else is intact. She tried the doorknob, and it didn't break. Then she opened the door, pulled her wallet out of the car, and came out.
The babysitter and toddler walked hand in hand to the scene.
Daisy: Hi, Meng Ting. Hi, Richard. I'm fine, I'm fine.
They looked at her and did not speak. She dusted her body, straightened her hat, and walked towards the road.
Location·Dai Qian’s driveway
With a silver jug in her hand, Edla walked to the driveway to meet Daisy who came by.
Edla: Jesus bless!
Daisy: That's from the car!
Edla: Do you want to call your son right now? Otherwise, I will fight.
Dai Xi glared at her, and they both walked back to the house.
Location·Day
Wassan Company.
A small corner of a century-old brick factory building near the railroad tracks. A company truck fell onto the loading platform. Several black people were concentrating on loading large cartons of printed materials into the truck. A luxurious, up-to-date sedan was parked in an open space marked "Mr. Worthan only." Two other not-so-beautiful cars were parked in other dedicated locations. It will be open as usual at around ten o'clock in the morning on Wednesday.
Interior view · day
Bully's office.
Someone (Buli's wife) has tried their best to make this office beautiful. Furnishings include: a leather easy chair, some English carvings and thick carpets. But it is obvious that it is still part of the old factory. The walls are full of patches, the windows are old, and the Venetian blinds are slanted.
Buli Wosan is about forty years old, dressed in conservative office clothes, sitting at a desk with a pile of orders. He is talking on the phone, with his feet resting on the table.
Bully: I don't know how this happened, Hal. I will try to find out...Yes, but the main thing is to get it right.
He listened and wanted to take the conversation. The secretary, Miss McClech, about thirty years old, appeared in the doorway.
Miss McLetch: Your mother is calling. It's on line 2.
Buli raised a hand with the palm facing up, indicating that she would wait.
Miss McLetcher: I think you'd better take it one by one, Mr. Worthan.
Buli (to the phone): Here, Hal. I treat this as a special case...Hey, hey. I will send it to you this weekend. I'm so sorry that this happened. Hmm, hmm. Say hello to Tao Lesai and the children. ……That's all.
He pressed a button on the telephone.
Bully: Is it your mother? what's wrong?
His face darkened.
Bully (continued): Well, do you need me to call an ambulance? ...Don't yell at me, mom, what's the matter with me... well, yes... I understand. Yes... are you sure it's okay? ...Well, how is the car? ...I'll be here soon.
He hung up the phone and grabbed the matching Jiake from the back of the chair.
Bully (to Miss McLetcher): I will call you from my mother's house.
He hurried out of the office, walked down the hall, wearing armor.
Location·Day
The neighbor’s garage.
Daisy's car wreck hangs in the air like a ghost. Pulling behind the camera shows that the car is being hoisted by a towing truck and a giant chain and pulley. The debris of the garage was crushed into a pile, like picked firewood sticks.
Buli stood with a policeman and an insurance agent in the yard. Most of the neighbors, black servants, children, gardeners, etc. stood quietly at a considerable distance to watch the excitement.
Buli's lens. He looked up at his mother's house on the slope.
Daisy's house. Bully's perspective. Daisy was watching from her bedroom window, but as soon as Buli met her sight, she quickly left.
The camera returned to the neighbor's yard. The pulley operation finally cleared the wreckage of the car, and the tool shed and other residues were also removed by hand.
The shots of the crowd, they are watching quietly.
Interior · Daytime
Dai Qian’s kitchen.
Edla is sitting on a stool in front of the kitchen counter eating fried chicken and potato salad. Buli sat at the table and finished a plate of the same food. Everyone has a cup of iced tea and a paper napkin, but Edla’s plate is an old-fashioned treatment with cracks, her fork comes from a small bargain shop, and the tea comes in a wide mouth with a screw lid. In a small glass bottle. The cloth used Daixi's daily porcelain and silver tableware. Daisy is not in the room, but the sound of collision and heavy footsteps outside the screen shows that she is within the reach of hearing.
Bully: Mom!
Dai Qian (voice-over): No!
Bully: Mom!
Dai Qian (voice-over): No!
Bully: It's a miracle that you didn't lie down in the Emory Hospital or put on your makeup in the funeral home.
He got up from the dining table and walked to the pantry.
Food pantry.
Daisy is in the closet in the pantry. She had taken off the clothes she wore on the street and changed into casual clothes. She knelt on the floor next to a big kimchi jar. She removed the lid and the stone (that was used to mix the kimchi into the brine). She tried to get the jar out of the closet and moved it to the sink in the storage room, waving her hand not to Bree to help. As soon as she got to the sink, she began to fork the kimchi out of the jar and put them in a clean, screw-capped jar that had been lined up next to the sink, and then scooped the brine into the glass jar with a spoon. Put the cap on. This operation keeps her busy in the following scenes. She skewered the first piece of stuffed vegetable from the jar and handed it to Buli, who took a bite.
Daisy: The cucumbers this summer are really good.
Bully: Look at you! You didn't even break your glasses.
Daisy: That's the pass of the car.
Bully: Mom, you adjusted the car in the wrong gear.
Daisy: I don't have one. (Called Edla) Edla, you want kimchi for lunch.
Edla (outside the painting): I didn't say anything.
Daisy: Yes, I'm filling a bottle for you to take home to William, did you hear it?
Edla (voice-over): Yes, miss. Thank you. He loves your kimchi.
Daisy: That's because he is more knowledgeable than you.
Bully: When you reverse the car, where is the driving. The police report pointed this out.
Daisy: You should have let me keep my Russell.
Bully: But your Russell has been using it for eight years.
Daisy: I don't care. It never happens to be like this. You know it.
Bully: The car itself is safe. The misfortune is caused by people. It can be said that it was you, and it was all you who destroyed that Parker.
Daisy: Think about what you want to do. I understand the truth.
Bully: The truth is that you should no longer be allowed to drive.
Daisy: No way.
Bully: Mom, we were just about to hire someone to drive you.
Daisy: No, not us. This is my own business.
Bully: It's written on your insurance policy, so they have to prepare to give you a new brand car.
Daisy: I hope it won't be a Parker again.
Bully: Almighty God! Don’t you understand what I’m talking about?
Daisy: Don't talk to your mother so impatiently.
Bully: Mom, you are 72 years old, and you just asked the insurance company to pay you 2,700 yuan. You are a terrible insurance subject. No one will prepare to issue you an insurance policy after this incident.
Daisy: What you are talking about is just something unpleasant.
Bully: Yes. Yes. What I said is exactly. I want it all to end. You think every insurance company in the United States is lined up in the driveway outside, waving a fountain pen, hoping to sign an insurance policy with you! Everyone wants Daisy Worthan, because this is the only woman in the history of driving. She destroyed a Parker that had only been used for three weeks, a two-car garage and a separate tool shed. !
Daisy: Sometimes what you say is so stupid, Bully.
Bully: And even if you can get an insurance policy from somewhere, it won't keep you safe. I am always worried. See how many of your friends hire people to drive them. Miss Ida Yokobus, Miss Ethel Hess, Aunt Nonni.
Daisy: They are all rich people.
Bully: The money my father left you is enough for your expenses. I want to give an oral test to all applicants in the factory. Oscar drove the freight elevator and met all the worthy black people in Atlanta. I'm sure I will find you successfully in less than two weeks...
Daisy: No!
Bully: You don't have to worry about anything, mom. I told you. I will conduct all the oral exams, check all the proofs, all...
Daisy: No! You are less wordy! Don’t bother you to keep reminding me that I am 72 years old and a widow, but unless the constitution is rewritten, don’t let me know, otherwise I still have my rights. One of my rights is to invite whoever I want to my house, not whoever you want. You have to accept this fact-this is my home! I don’t want—and I will definitely not want anything in the future...(I want to search for a detrimental word) What kind of driver, let him sit in my kitchen and eat and drink my things, and increase my phone bill. Ah, I hate these things happening at home.
Bully: Didn't you use Adela?
Daisy: Adela is another matter. Since you entered the eighth grade, she has been coming three times a week, and we know how to be independent of each other. (Lower voice) Even so, there are almost all cracks and nicks in my wedding porcelain, and I have seen her throw the silver fork into the trash more than once.
Bully: Do you think Adela has an antagonism with your silverware?
Daisy: Hush! Don't be rude. You understand what I mean. My education is to be self-reliant. We couldn't afford them when we lived in Faucisai Street, we did it ourselves. If I say, that is the best way.
Bully: They! You sound like Governor Termeji.
Daisy: What's the matter, Bully! What are you talking about? I am not angry! Don't you feel ashamed?
Bully: I have to go back to the office... If I don't go home by then, Florin will have an attack...
Daisy: You must have some plans tonight.
Bully: I'm going to the Ains Royce home to attend the party.
Daisy: I understand.
Bully: What do you understand?
Daisy: Ain's Royce. I'm sure Florin bought new clothes again. This is her view of heaven on earth, isn't it?
Bully: What?
Daisy: The social activities of the Anglicans.
Bully: You are so silly, mother. I guess where you are going. Aunt Nonni will drive you there.
Daisy: I will be fine.
Bully: I'll stop it tomorrow night.
Daisy: How do you know where I will go? I really don't want to rely on you to accompany me.
Bully: Okay. I will call first. But I am still determined to give an oral test to black people.
Daisy: No!
Bully: Mom!
Dai Xi (to end the argument with singing):
Have fun at the prom
Dawn
The stars are hiding
After this, if you can see one by one
Countless hearts are longing for...
Daisy had finished making kimchi. As soon as she began to sing, she immediately turned back and walked out of the pantry.
We heard her continue to sing, the singing disappeared as she went upstairs, and finally closed her own door.
After Buli lost this round, he picked up one of the biggest kimchi bottles and took it home.
Shots of Buli's face: "What should I do with it?"
Interior view·study·night
Daisy sat in the easy chair and read a book in plastic cover borrowed from the library. The room is mainly illuminated by her desk lamp. She finally finished reading.
Her perspective. The book back date page on the back of the book. Close-up of the return date stamp: August 24th.
There was a look of astonishment on her face. Following her gaze, the camera moved to the desk calendar on the desk with August 24th printed on it. She looked at the phone on the next table and picked up the receiver, but after thinking about it, she stopped calling.
Location·Drive·Day
Wearing a hat and gloves, Dai Xi was holding three library books in her hands, and was walking down the driveway towards the road.
Location·Bus stop·About ten o'clock in the morning
Daisy, a young black maid and two others were waiting for the bus at the bus stop. An Atlanta bus drew to a stop. A pair of passengers alighted from the back door. People waiting to get on the bus, because of Dai Qian's age, gender and skin color, she has priority to get on the bus.
Interior view·city bus·time same as above
Daisy bought a ticket and sat down between a fat countrywoman and a high school girl. The black maid finally got into the car and walked to the back of the car. There were some black people standing there with no seats. There are seats at the front of the car.
Location·City Street
The car rattled and drove towards the main road.
Location·Carnegie Library Branch·Daytime
Introductory shot: A brick-and-tile cottage building is located on a commercial street in a residential area. A sign "Atlanta Public Library, Highland Road Branch" is hung on the front door.
Interior·Library·Daytime
Check the time limit for borrowing books. A young librarian was poking a book that Daisy was borrowing.
Librarian: I have already bought the book about the Revolutionary War that you started with, Miss Worthang. I will put it aside and wait for you.
Daisy: You are a lovely girl, Miss Johnson.
The librarian reached under the counter and took out the book. This is a tome, always over a thousand pages.
Librarian: Everyone is fascinated by it!
When the librarian stamped the borrowed book on the book, Daisy looked at it dubiously.
Daisy: Oh, thank you very much.
Dai Qian held the big book in her hand and turned and left the library desk and walked towards the door.
Interior view·Pigley·Wigley store·Daytime
Fruit department. The employees in the store are busy receiving customers. The fruit manager greeted Dai Qian, and she put the books, purses and gloves borrowed from the library in the shopping cart.
Fruit shop assistant: How many peaches would you like to buy today, Miss Worthan?
Daisy: Three, thank you.
Fruit salesperson: You can't buy any better peaches this summer. Let me give you some more.
Daisy: It takes three.
Fruit salesperson: How about another good watermelon?
Dai Qian shook her head and said "no". She put the paper bag containing the peaches in the car, where there was already a bar of soap, a piece of mutton and a tin of peas. She went to the counter to check out.
Location·Bus stop·Daytime
Opposite the station where Daisy was waiting for the bus when she left. A bus drove into the camera, the door opened, and Daisy appeared. She took a purse, a large library book and a medium-sized grocery store pocket, and walked briskly to the road.
Location·Dai Qian’s driveway·Same day
Daisy walked into the driveway with a stack of packages in her hands, which made her walk less brisk.
Close-up of her face. Shut your mouth tightly.
Interior view · Bully's office · Daytime
Buli sat at the desk and signed the letter.
Miss McClecht appeared at the door.
Miss McLetcher: That black man came to see you, Mr. Wortham.
Bully: Okay. Let him in.
He immersed himself in signing again.
Hawke Colborn came in with his hat in his hand. He is a black man, about sixty years old, wearing a hockey uniform. Obviously this is a person whose luck is deteriorating, but he still tries his best to maintain his appearance.
Buli focused on signing the letter and only raised his eyes to take a look.
Bully: Oh, is it called Hawke?
Hawke: Yes, sir. Hawke Colborn.
Bully: Sit there. I have to sign these letters. I don't want Miss McClatchy to nag me.
Hawke: Go ahead and sign. I have time.
Bully: I understand. How long have you been unemployed?
Hawke: I was unemployed before November last year.
Bully: It's been a lot of days.
Hawke: Well, Mr. Worthan, you don't dislike me, ask me to work. If people hire black people, they hire young people, and it seems that the younger they are, the more people they want to hire.
Buli is very focused on his correspondence file.
Hawke: Mr. Worthan, your family are all Jewish, aren't they?
Bully: Yes, we are Jewish. Why are you going to this?
Hawke: Oh, sir, I would rather drive the Jews. People always say they are stingy and mean, don't say that in front of me.
Bully: It's good to know that you think so. Okay, tell me where you worked before.
Hawke: Yes, sir. I just wanted to talk about it. Once I worked for a woman near five o'clock. What is the name of that woman? I forgot. Let's put it this way, she is the chairman of the women's subsidiary group at the Baptistery of Ponce de Lyon, as if she had bestowed God and Jesus to everyone. Do you understand what I said?
Bully: I don't quite understand. Let's talk about it.
Hawke: Well, one day, Mr. Worthan, one day, the woman said to me, she said: "Hawk, come with me quickly, I got something for you." We got to the back, kindly God, she put all the old shirts and old collars on the bed, they are all yellow, you understand, they are dirty, like they were stuffed in a closet forgotten. That's right. She said, aren't they all good? They were worn by my dad during his lifetime, and we decided to sell these to you for two and a half cents.
Bully: What's her name?
Hawke: I'm still asking myself that. What's that woman's name? Regardless of her, let me go on, any fool understands that this pile of collars and shirts is not worth a jumper. They are the people who make the Jews cheap. So I said "Yes, miss, let me think about it", so I got another job for myself as soon as possible.
Bully: Where did it go?
Hawke: To Mr. Harold Stone, he is also a gentleman like you. He is a judge and lives on Ruhrwater Road.
Bully: I know Judge Stone.
Hawke: Really! I was left over by him. And this tie!
Bully: Did you drive to Judge Stone?
Shuangke: It was about seven years ago. If he doesn't die, I will stay there. Mrs. Stone decided to close the door and move to her mother's house in the southern tropical grassland. She said, "Follow me to the south, Hawke." My wife died at the time, so I said, "No, thank you." White people can't get along either.
Bully: Judge Stone is a friend of my father's.
Hawke: Unexpectedly, Oscar said that you would find a drive for your family. What do you want me to do? Do you drive your children to school and send your wife to the beauty salon?
Bully: I have no children. But tell me...
Hawke: That shouldn't be. I have a daughter that I am most proud of. But you are still young. I don't need to worry about you.
Bully: I don't worry about it. Thank you. Do you still have a job after driving to Judge Stone?
Hawke: I drove milk trucks to Afandel Dairy during the entire war, and I did this.
Bully: Hawk, I'm looking for someone who drives my mother.
Hawke: Please forgive me for talking, why doesn't she hire herself?
Bully: Oh, it's difficult.
Hawke: Hmm, hum. Is she a little bit upside down? It's inevitable when you get older.
Bully: Oh no. Irrelevant. She has a clear head. If there is such a problem, it is troublesome. But she won't be safe to drive anymore. She understands this, but she strays away. I'll be frank with you, I can't do anything with her.
Hawke: I understand what you mean. Once I was out of work, my wife said to me, "Oh, Hawk, you can't find a job." I said, "What are you talking about, old lady?" Just the following week, I went to work for a woman who lives at five o'clock. Kehir! It's Mrs. Francis Cahill. Then I went to Judge Stone, and for this I am glad to hear that you are a Jew.
Bully: Hawke, I hope you understand that my mother is a little excited. She doesn't want anyone to drive her. But in fact you are working for me. She can do whatever she likes, but she can't fire you. Do you understand?
Hawke: I understand. Don’t worry. No matter what law she uses to make me, I will hold on. At that time, I was still a baby. In my hometown Maicon, I often pressed the pigs to the ground while slaughtering pigs. No pig could escape my hand.
Bully: How does twenty yuan a week sound?
Hawke: It sounds like you hired a driver for your mother.
Buli smiled in relief.
He was very happy with Bully's shots, but he was not very sure about what he had planned.
Location · Daisy's Home · Daytime
A newly-styled car drove into the driveway. Buli was driving, and Hawke was sitting next to him. Both looked worried. They got out of the car and walked towards the back door.
Exterior view·The window of Daisy's bedroom
You can see Daisy standing at the window to observe their arrival. She didn't laugh.
Interior view · Daisy's home
lobby. The dim light contrasted with the outdoor sunlight. Edla is cleaning the carpet with the carpet sweeper. She sang a hymn ("You Are Baptized in the Blood of Jesus"), mainly for herself.
Bully walked into the hall, and Hawke followed.
Bully: Hello, Adela.
Edla: Very good.
Bully: Where is the vacuum cleaner I brought here?
Edla: In the closet.
Bully (to Hawke): It seems she hasn't touched it yet.
Edla: If it hadn't always called me every time I approached, I would use it.
Bully: It works well for me.
Edla: All right. You come to clean, I will take care of your office.
Hawke laughed. Edela glanced at him.
Bully: Where is mom?
Edla: Upstairs.
Bully: I guess you know who he is.
Edela:...huh...
She went on to clean the carpet.
Bully: I'll be back, Hawke.
He went up the stairs.
Edla (to Hawke): Even if the Lord Jesus comes and asks me personally, I am not your part.
Hawke's lens, he is estimating the situation.
Interior view·Upstairs platform
Buli was knocking on the door of Daisy's closed bedroom.
Bully: Mom!
Dai Qian (outside the painting): Come in.
Interior view · Daisy's bedroom
Dai Qian was sitting at a small desk in her robe, the checkbook opened, and she was paying the bill. She didn't stand up when Buli came in. He bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
Bully: Oh, here we come.
Daisy: I'm sure you will come.
Bully: I think you will like him, mother. He has really good rules.
Daisy: I don't think the people who force me will have good rules.
Bully: Can you just go downstairs and say good things?
Daisy: Can your factory run by itself? Dad used to go to work at seven o'clock.
Bully: He is already sending the baby off, mom. You must also be able to handle this matter properly.
Buli left the room and closed the door.
Dai Qian's face was shot, her mouth closed, and she continued to deal with the bill.
Interior view·Kitchen
Hawke had taken off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves neatly, looking in the broom room. Buli walked into the kitchen.
Bully: She will be down in a while.
Hawke: I'm paying attention to her, Mr. Worthan. You have to work on your own. It seems that no one has wiped a light bulb for fifty years inside and out! Where are you all hiding the step stools?
Bully: In the closet in the pantry, I think, good luck.
Hawke: Can't be wrong.
Buli smiled and walked out the back door.
Interior view·study/library room
Hawke stood on a step stool to dust the light bulbs fixed to the ceiling.
Daisy entered the room.
Daisy: I'm here! What are you doing?
Hawke: Wipe the light bulb for you, Miss Daisy.
Daisy: I have never seen such stupid things in my life. Who cares if the bulb is dirty? Come down.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: Move the stepladder away to avoid tripping people.
Interior view·Kitchen
In the evening, the sun slanted into the room. Edla is making potato salad. Hawke sat on a nearby stool.
Hawke: I know a Miss Edla who lives in Upper Maicon.
Edla: Really.
Hawke: You talk about singing. I mean that woman's voice is so loud! If people let her sing freely, she would be able to top the entire church choir alone. She was also fat, and she was as big as the stove over there.
Edla laughed. Daisy walked into the kitchen.
Daisy: Don't talk to Edella. She has things to do.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Interior · Front Hall
Edla was wearing clothes for going out and carrying a shopping bag. Hawk had put on his jacket and was holding a driver's hat in his hand.
Edla (calls upstairs): I'm leaving, Miss Daisy.
Daisy (voice-over): Okay, Edla. See you Friday.
Hawke (also shouts upstairs): I'm leaving too, Miss Daisy. I'll be back tomorrow morning.
no answer. Edla and Hawk went out.
Location · Daisy's Home · Morning
Outside. Hawke knelt down and inspected the flower bed, holding a small shovel in his hand.
Daisy appeared in front of the window on the first floor.
Hawke: Looks like your zinnia is going to be taken care of.
Daisy: Leave my flower bed alone.
Hawke: Yes, miss, but you will regret that no one takes care of weeding.
Daisy closed the windows and disappeared.
Interior view·Kitchen
Dai Qian sat at the dining table and had lunch. Hawk walked in from the back veranda.
Hawke: You also know, Miss Daisy, how good a piece of land is behind your garage where there is no waste. I can grow you some lima beans, tomatoes, if we have good buds, I can even grow Irish potatoes for you.
Daisy: If I plan to have a vegetable garden, I will grow it myself.
Hawke: Well, what else can I do for you?
Daisy: Go home.
Hawke: You know I can't do that. Mr. Worthan hopes that I can stay till five o'clock. Let me send you wherever you fall in love.
Daisy: No, thank you.
She forkped some potato salad. The conversation is over.
Location·Dai Qian's House·Morning
flower bed. Dai Qian wore a gardening hat and knelt down to weed the flowerbed. Hawk walked into the driveway and saw her.
Hawke: Good morning, Miss Daisy.
Daisy: Good morning.
Hawke: These zinnias look much better.
no answer.
Hawke: It's really cold at night, isn't it?
Daisy: I don't know. I am asleep.
Hawke: Yes, miss. Do you have any plans today?
Daisy: That's none of your business.
Hawke: Then you can do it yourself. I need some work to do.
He went out and walked to the garage. She watched him.
Exterior · Garage and Driveway
A new Oldsmobile car is parked in the garage. Hawk went into the garage and got into the car. Daisy followed behind him.
Daisy: What are you doing?
Hawke: Going to dump the car out.
Daisy: What are you doing? I'm not going anywhere.
Hawke: No, I know, but I brought this stuff from home, (pulling a small piece of soft cloth from my coat) to wipe the car well.
Daisy: What are you doing? It is not dirty. It hasn't even come out of the garage.
Hawke: Listen to you!
Daisy: I don't want you to touch my car. do you understand?
He got off the car reluctantly.
Hawke: Yes, miss. Together, I have to sit in the kitchen until five o'clock.
Daisy: That's your business.
Hawke walked out and walked to the back door, his head downcast. Dai Xi watched him with a smug look. Then came back to clean the flower bed vigorously.
Interior view·Dai Qian’s veranda with screened windows and doors·Daytime
The next morning, the sun was shining. Dai Qian sat on the veranda chair and read the morning paper. Hawk came to the veranda from the living room. As soon as she realized that he had come, she immediately turned into irritable attentively.
Hawke: Early Miss Daisy.
Daisy: Early.
Hawke: Edla said that our coffee and stain remover are gone.
Daisy: We?
Hawke: Yes, miss. She said that our silver polish is almost finished.
Daisy: Thank you. This afternoon I took a trackless ride to Pigley Wigley.
Hawke: Here, Miss Daisy, how about letting me drive you?
Daisy: No, thank you.
Hawke: What did Mr. Worthan hire me for?
Daisy: That's his business.
Hawke: All right. I'm looking for something to do.
Daisy: Stay on your side!
Hawke: You also understand that this seems like a disgraceful thing. That beautiful Oldsmobile just parked in the garage. It hasn't been moved an inch since Mr. Wassan drove it from Mitchell Motor Company. The taxi is only 19 kilometers. It's as if the insurance company gave you a brand new waste car.
Daisy: That's your opinion.
Hawke: Yes, miss. I have another opinion. A wealthy, high-class Jewish lady like you shouldn’t mention shopping bags for getting on and off the bus. Let me go with you to carry your bags.
Daisy: I don't need you, I don't need you. I don't like you saying I have money either.
Hawke. I won't talk anymore after that.
Daisy: Are you talking about this in the kitchen with Adela? Oh, these things bore me! I hate being talked about long and short in my own home! I was born on Fauci Sai Street, and I really know that a penny is not light. My brother Manny brought back a white cat one day, and my dad said we can’t want it because we can’t afford it. My sisters save money so I can go to school and become a teacher. We don't take advantage of anything.
Hawke: Yes, miss, but you look pretty good now.
Daisy: And I have time to buy groceries by trackless.
Hawke: Yes, miss, but I don't think it is good to just take Mr. Worthan's money and not work. do you understand?
Daisy: How much did he pay you?
Hawke: That's the secret between him and me, Miss Daisy.
Dai Xi: Seven dollars a week, more than a little is robbery, block the way robbery.
Hawke: Especially if I sit in the kitchen all day long without work, it is even more robbery. Let me tell you, when you go to Pigley Wigley by trackless, I will wash the steps in front of your house.
Dai Qian left the veranda without saying a word, walked through the living room, and walked to the front hall cabinet, where she was busy putting herself on the market hat. Hawke followed her.
Dai Qian: OK.
Hawke: OK, I will wash the steps for you?
Daisy: Okay, to Pigley Wigley. Then go home. Don't go anywhere else.
Leike: Yes, miss.
She started walking through the dining room. He followed. She turned around.
Daisy: Wait a minute. You don't know how to drive this Oldsmobile!
Hawke: Miss Daisy, changing gears is like a play to me. Anyway, this is automatic. Any fool can drive it.
Daisy: Obviously, any fool can do it, except me.
Hawke: Don't be so harsh on yourself. You can't drive a car, you might do a lot of things, but I can't. Everyone will do their best.
She gave him an annoyed look and pushed open the two-way revolving door to enter the pantry. Edla is ironing her clothes here.
Daisy: I'm going to the market, Edla.
She passed the kitchen and out the kitchen door.
Hawke: I will follow her.
He also passed here. Edla barely raised her eyes, still ironing her clothes.
Edla: Hmm...huh...
Exterior scene · Yard and garage · Daytime
Daisy walked towards the car briskly, and Hawke left a few steps to follow behind, marching into the queue in silence. He wanted to open the car door for her, but she moved too fast to have time. She finally slammed the door in the car and sat straight on the right side of the back seat. Hawke got into the driver's seat by himself.
Interior·Car
In a great mood, Hawke carefully backed the car out of the garage, led it back to the yard, and drove off the driveway. On the other hand, Dai Qian was angry.
Hawke: I love the smell of new cars. Don't you like it, Miss Daisy?
no answer.
Location · Road
The car ran smoothly on the road on the outskirts of the city in summer.
Interior·Car
Daisy: No one can lie to me, Hawke.
Hawke: I can't lie.
Daisy: I can look at the speedometer like you.
Hawke: I understand.
Daisy: My husband taught me to drive.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: I will remember everything he said until now, so don't think you can even for a second-wait a minute! You are speeding up! I know!
Hawke: We are only 19 kilometers per hour right now.
Daisy: I like to drive below the speed limit.
Hawke: Yes, miss, but the speed limit here is 35 kilometers.
Daisy: The slower the drive, the more fuel-efficient it is, my husband told me that.
Hawke: We can't live without moving, it would be better to walk to Pigley Wigley.
Daisy: Is this your car?
Hawke: Not mine.
Daisy: Do you pay for gasoline?
Hawke: I won't pay.
Daisy: Then it's over. My good son may think I am incapacitating, but I still have to listen to me in the car. Where are you going?
Hawke: Go to the grocery store.
Daisy: Then why don't you turn to Gaodi Road?
Hawke: Pigley Wigley is not on Highland Road. It's in Euclid, where it's near...
Daisy: I know where it is. I want to take the road I usually walk. Turn highland road.
Hawke: There are three crossing roads, Miss Daisy.
Dai Xi: Turn around! Turn around immediately!
Hawke: We can't look back in this alley we are in. I can't immediately...
Daisy: I said turn around! I'll get out of the car and walk if you don't return.
Hawke: We're on the move! You can't open the door.
Dai Xi: Wrong! Where do you drive me?
Hawke: Shop.
Dai Xi: Wrong! You have to turn back to Highland Road.
Hawke: Hmm.
Daisy: Since Pigley Wigley opened for business, I have been driving there! This is not the way! Look back! Turn around immediately!
Hawke: Pigley Wigley is here, Miss Daisy.
Daisy: Prepare to reverse the car.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: Attention! There is a little boy behind the shopping cart!
Hawke: I saw it.
Daisy: Drive to the blue car.
Hawke: Let's get closer to the door here.
Daisy: Drive to the blue car! I don't park in the sun! It will fade the decor in the car!
Hawke: Yes, miss.
He stopped as ordered. Pigley Wigley has a small concrete parking lot next to the store. As soon as the car stopped, Daisy jumped out of the back seat and slammed the door. She walked to the store, and then stopped.
Dai Xi: Wait a minute. Give me the car keys.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: Just stay by the car. There is no need to tell anyone about me.
Hawke: Don't tell anyone. Don't forget the stain remover.
She stared at him, meaning to stop talking, and then walked into the grocery store.
Location · Road
There is a pay phone booth on the corner of the street. Hawke put in nickel coins to dial the number.
Hawke: Hello, is it Miss McClatchy? This is Hawke Colborn. Can I talk to him? ...Morning, Mr. Wortsan. Guess where I am now! ...I'm in the phone booth on Uklid Road next to Pigley Wigley. I just drove your mother to the store... Oh, she was a little bit nagging along the way. But she is fine. She is in the store.
Location Pigley Wigley
Hawke's perspective.
Daisy pushed the shopping cart and looked through the large plate glass in the shop window and saw Hawke making a call.
Location·Telephone Booth
Hawke: Oh ho, she saw me calling. She will probably lose her temper at the checkout... Yes sir. It only took me six days. It took God six days to create the world.
Location·Church·Daytime
Some time later. It was October of that year. The picture takes us to the main sanctuary of the church where Jewish Protestants in Atlanta meet. Although the architectural design is from the twentieth century, as Xixi B. Demir (Note 1) once explained, this sacred place somehow has a biblical meaning. There is a very large chandelier in the hall, with many large windows, and it is decorated with white walls and gold reliefs. The Tibetan scripture arch cave itself is all decorated with gold reliefs. The whole hall exudes the scent of tranquility rather than too much religious enthusiasm.
Towards the end of Saturday morning prayer. The Rabbi (he would rather call himself Dr. Vale), wearing a morning gown, leads the service. He was not wearing a Jewish hat, and he could not see any other Jewish outfits from his clothes.
This (and every) Saturday morning, very few people come to the temple. In the first two rows sit the Conviction Class. There are about thirty tenth graders. They must come every Saturday so that the Conviction Ceremony can be performed at the end of the year. They are standard second-year high school students, well dressed, and suitable for religious worship. But no one seems to be interested in praying. Some seem to be obviously bored, others absent-minded, and some (girls) are handing notes and/or giggling.
Most places in the temple are empty, with a few worshipers in pairs or alone sitting scattered around. There are more people sitting in the last few rows. Here are the older parishioners, most of whom are widows, and some are older men and some of their adult children. Dai Xi was sitting upright on the bench in the penultimate row, her back not touching the backrest. She has a stone mink around her neck.
Dr. Weir: Praise and praise the name of God, even though we can't express all the words of praise. He is the guide of our lives and the savior of our eternal life.
The faithful: God, the creator of heaven and earth, save us.
Dr. Vale: The dead we now remember have entered the peace of eternal life. They are still living in the world, living in the good deeds they have done, living in the hearts of those who miss them. May the beauty of their lives remain among us as a blessing of love.
All the faithful: Amen.
Dr. Vail: May the Father of Peace bring peace to all those among us who mourn the loss of loved ones and comfort them.
All the faithful: Amen.
Choir (outside the painting, start to sing):
May the lyrics be in my mouth
And the contemplation in my heart
To be accepted by you, oh lord,
Where my strength lies, my savior.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
The service is over. The faithful, including Dai Qian, filed out of the back door. Daisy walked with her friends Beula and Miriam.
Location·Church
The elevation angle of the front of the building. This is a sunny autumn day. Daisy, Miriam, and Beulah walked out of the building. Dai Qian smiled slightly socially, and suddenly the smile disappeared from her face.
Exterior · In front of the church
Daisy's perspective. Her car was parked openly in front of the building, and Hawke stood politely by the back door of the car. The cars driven by the other two drivers are in the back.
Dai Qian rushed down the steps. She waved goodbye to her friends, got straight into the car, and confirmed that she had indeed closed the door.
Daisy: I can get in the car by myself. Just go away. Get out of here!
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Confused, Hawke walked around to the driver's seat and started the car.
The car drove into the driveway, into the traffic on Saturday.
Interior·Car
Daisy: I didn't say to drive fast. I'm talking about letting me leave here.
Hawke: Did something go wrong there?
Daisy: No.
Jun Ke: Is there anything inappropriate for me?
Daisy: No. (Pause) Yes.
Hawke: I didn't do anything!
Daisy: You actually parked the car right in front of the front door of the church, as if I was the queen of Romania! Everyone saw it! Didn’t I tell you to wait for me in the back?
Hawke: I'm just trying to do things right. Their other two drivers followed me.
Daisy: You make me look like a fool. A complete fool.
Hawke: God knows you are not a fool Miss Daisy.
Daisy: Drive slowly. The people of Miriam and Beulah, I can see what they were thinking when we came out of the service.
Hawke: What do you think?
Daisy: What I think is that I changed my way to pretend to be generous.
Hawke: Are you Kuo, Miss Daisy.
Daisy: No, I am not rich. No one has ever been able to say that I am showing off. At the time when we lived on Fochsay Street, we only ate meat once a week. We cook with whole grains and gravy. I teach fifth grade at Clay Street School. Let me tell you, I don't have so much time.
Hawke: You have it right now. What's so scary about that?
Daisy: Hello! Why should I tell you? You don't understand it.
Hawke: I don't understand. I really don't understand. If I take advantage of the money like you do, I will show people around the world.
Dai Qian: Really vulgar! Stop telling me!
Hawke muttered something quietly.
Daisy: What? What did you say? I heard it!
Hawke: Miss Daisy, you need a driver. God knows, I need an errand. Let's do this.
They looked at each other cautiously in the rearview mirror.
Interior view·Daixi’s home·Night
It's dark. Suddenly the light slammed on. We saw Daisy's dining room. This is the early morning of the day. Dai Qian was wearing a winter bathrobe and warm slippers, she couldn't help but feel relieved. We saw her carefully inspect the cupboard drawers. She did not find what she was looking for. The camera enters with Daisy——
Pantry·Closet
There she pulled the cord of the electric light above her head. The storage room is an accessible closet. There are a lot of canned food and pickled and preserved food on the shelf. Dai Qian checked the can and pushed aside or two. She picked up the salmon and counted the others. Suddenly there was a strange triumphant expression on her face.
Interior view·Buli’s home·Early morning
The hall is downstairs.
The hall is decorated in the style of an American country house. Many ancient objects and Williamsburg-style wallpapers. There is a Queen Anna telephone table and matching chairs. The phone is ringing (high ringing). Buli's wife Florin came to the hall to answer the phone. Florin is over thirty-five years old, very slender and fashionable, even in this early morning. She is wearing a winter dressing gown, and her sleeves are drooping. Of course, she spoke with an Atlanta accent, and the noise was particularly ear-piercing.
Florin: Hello? (She listens, but is not very interested in what she hears.) Wait a minute, Mother Wortham. I asked him to talk to you... No problem, he is here.
The camera followed Florin a few steps, and followed—
Breakfast room
Buli dressed in a shirt and tie, but not wearing a jacket, sat in a combined breakfast room eating bacon and eggs. A black maid in a servant uniform is pouring him a second cup of coffee.
Florin: Guess who is calling?
Buli (wraps his watch): God!
Florin sat back at the table and picked up the newspaper to read the women's column. The camera followed Buli back to——
Passing hall
Buli stood at the telephone table and picked up the handset.
Bully: Good morning, mom. what's up? ...No, I don't always think about what matters to you when you call. But just because your call came so early... what? Mom, you said too fast, I... what? Alright alright. I called you when I was at work. I will get there as soon as possible.
He hung up the phone. Back to -
Breakfast room
Bully: I'd better go here.
Florin: Goodbye.
Bully: Don't do that, dear.
Florin: Kiss me.
She pouted. He hurriedly kissed, picked up Jake, and walked out of the room.
Florin: Don't forget to kiss Mother Worthan for me. (Calls to the kitchen) Coffee, Guy Neal!
Interior view · Daisy's home
living room.
Dai Xi was still wearing her bathrobe, pacing back and forth, looking out the window. In about a minute, Buli came in through the door.
Bully: I didn't expect to agree with you.
Daisy: I want you to be there when he comes. I want you to listen to it yourself.
Bully: Listen to what? What happened?
Daisy: He is stealing from me.
Bully: Hawke? Are you sure?
Daisy: I don't fool around. I have evidence.
Bully: What evidence?
Daisy: This! ——(Takes out an empty can of salmon triumphantly from the bathrobe pocket) He caught me! I found this hidden under the coffee grounds in the trash can.
Bully: You mean he stole a salmon?
Daisy: This is not it! Oh, I knew it a long time ago. I knew some things were funny. You have to understand that their hands and feet are not clean, so I counted them.
Bully: Have you counted?
Daisy: First count the silverware, then the linen napkins, and then I went into the pantry. When I turned on the light, the first thing I saw was a hole behind the corned beef. I immediately understood. There are only eight cans of salmon, and I originally have nine cans. Three cans for a dollar.
Bully: Really smart, mom. You made me unable to eat breakfast, and you made me late at the bank meeting, just a tin of salmon worth three cents. (One hand in his pocket, takes out some banknotes) Now, don’t you want three-thirds of money? Here is a piece! Here is ten yuan! Enough for you to buy salmon full of storage room!
Daisy: Oh, Bully! What does this mean! Shaking the bill in front of me as if I hadn't seen it before! I don't need money, I want my things.
Bully: Want to listen to salmon?
Daisy: Yes, that's mine! I bought it and put it there, but he walked into my storage room and took it away without saying a word. I leave him plenty of food every day, and I often tell him the truth. Having these people is like having a group of dolls at home, they can take whatever they want. There are no rules at all, unconsciously. He would never admit it. "It's not me," he would say, "I don't know this at all." I don't like this! I don't like to live like this! I can't be quiet!
Bully: Mom!
Daisy: Let's talk about it. Defend him. You always do this.
Bully: Okay, I surrendered. You have to drive by yourself again, so you can arrange it with the insurance company. Take the trackless you should be cursed, call a taxi yourself, you can do whatever you want, just don't pull me in.
Daisy: Bully...
Hawke came in from the back of the hall in his overcoat.
Hawke: You are early, Miss Daisy. I believe the sky will be clear. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here, Mr. Worthan.
Bully: Hawk, I think we have to talk.
Hawke: Okay. Let me take off my coat and I will be back. (Takes out a small paper bag from his pocket) Oh, Miss Daisy. Yesterday, when you and your sister were out, I ate your salmon. I know you want me to eat the leftover pork chops, but they are too hard. Here, I bought you another one. Would you like me to put it in the storage room for you?
Daisy: Okay, thank you, Hawke.
Hawke: I'll be with you, Mr. Worthan.
Hawke left and went to the kitchen. Dai Qian looked at the empty can in her hand.
Dai Qian (trying to stay arrogant): Now, I have to dress up, goodbye, son.
She patted Buli on the cheek and walked up the stairs. He looked at her back with a slight smile on his face.
Location·Crest Meadow Cemetery·Daytime
spring. A vibrant, green and warm morning. Although this is a cemetery, it does not make people sorrow-no matter what, under the bright sunshine today, it will not make people sorrow. The soil of Georgia's red clay looks particularly soft.
Some time has passed since the last scene. Maybe six months, maybe a year and a half. We saw Daisy’s car parked on the side of a small road. The car is not very new now, but it is still well maintained. Hawke leaned on the car, holding a toothpick in his mouth, enjoying the fun of the day.
About twenty feet away from him, Dai Qian was kneeling beside a tomb that was well taken care of. Vossan is written on the tombstone. On a small stone tablet at the toe is written Sigmund Vossan and the date of his birth and death. The other side is empty. Dai Qian is digging the soil for verbena with her small shovel. Hawk came slowly.
Hawke: I was just thinking, Miss Daisy. We have come out to this cemetery three times this month, and we will even come to this cemetery for the twentieth time.
Daisy: What a great weather.
Hawke: Yes, miss. Mr. Sigmund's grave is well taken care of. I believe you are the best widow in Georgia.
Daisy: Bully always pesters me, saying that he wants the staff to come here to take care of it. People call this endless care.
Hawke: Okay, don't do it yourself. Someone in the family should also take care of you.
Daisy: Of course I will never want it. But before I die, Bully will take care of me endlessly.
Hawke: Get out of here!
Daisy: Hawke, get back to the car and fetch me the pot of azaleas, and put it on Leo Bauer's grave.
Hawke: Is it Miss Rose Bower's husband?
Daisy: That's right. She begged me to bring flowers here. She is not well and can't come. I believe that today must be Leo's birthday.
Hawke: Yes, miss. Where is the tomb?
Daisy: I'm not quite sure. But I know that the road is on the other side of the weeping cherry tree. You can look at the tombstone. It says Bauer.
Hawke's perspective. A real sea of similar tombstones.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: What's the matter?
Hawke: Nothing. (Get the azaleas in the car. Daisy continues to dig the soil) Miss Daisy...
Daisy: I told you that it is on the other side of the weeping cherry tree. Bauer is written on the tablet.
Hawke: Well, what does that look like?
Daisy: What are you talking about?
Hawke: I mean I can't read.
Daisy: What?
Hawke: I can't read.
Daisy: It's ridiculous. Everyone is literate.
Hawke: I don't know, I really don't know.
Daisy: Then why have I seen you reading the newspaper for so long?
Hawke: Yes. Just take a look. I try to figure out what happened from the photos.
Daisy: Do you know letters?
Hawke: Is my ABC? Yes miss, it's pretty good. I just can't read.
Daisy: Stop talking about that, it makes me angry. If you know the letters, you can read. You just don't know how to read. I have taught some of the stupidest children God has pushed into the world, but all these children can understand the words enough to find the name on the tombstone. The name is Bauer. Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, Bauer. What does the word Bo sound like?
Hawke: It sounds like a B.
Daisy: Of course. Bob Bauer. Er, Er, Er, Er, Er. Bauer. That is the latter part. What letter sounds like Ul?
Hawke: Is it R?
Daisy: So the first letter is...
Hawke: B.
Daisy: The last letter is...
Hall: R.
Daisy: B-R. B-R. B-R. Bo Yier. Bo Yier. Sounds like Bauer, right?
Hawke: That's it, Miss Daisy. Is that right?
Daisy: It's like this. Now you first walk over there as I told you, and then look for the tombstone that starts with the letter B and ends with the letter R. That's Bauer's.
Hawke: Should we let it go?
Daisy: Let it go now. That's enough for you to find. Go ahead.
Hawke: Yes, miss.
Daisy: Don't come back and tell me you can't find it, because you can find it.
Location·Cemetery
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