"A Night in Love" movie script
Text/〔美〕Robert Riskin
Translation/Wu Hanqing
First
Gradually, in the port of Miami Beach, the camera quickly shook past the yachts, windsurfing boards, and luxury boats moored on the calm waters of hot Florida. It was then transformed into a brand of the name of a yacht-"Alespies II", and then transformed into a corridor on the yacht. A steward was standing in front of a cabin door, with a folding table beside it, and a table on the table. The food in the tray is still steaming. The steward lifted the lid to see what it was. A chunky sailor stood guarding near the hatch.
In charge: Okay! OK! She should like this anyway. (To the guard) Open the door.
Guard: (Not moving) Who brought it in for her? You?
In charge: Oh, no. (Turns around) Morison! come over!
The camera pulls back, and Morrison enters the frame. He is a waiter with a big blue spot on one of his eyes.
Morrison: I'm not going to do it, sir. She threw a bottle of ketchup at me this morning.
In charge: Okay, commands are commands! Someone has to bring it in. (He turns to another person) Fredericks!
The camera moves to another waiter, his face with a bandage.
Fredericks: I would rather be driven off the boat than give her another meal.
Voice in charge: Henry!
The camera moves to a Frenchman.
Henry: (excitedly) No, sir. When I left the Ritz Hotel, you didn't make it clear that I was here to serve those crazy women.
When the camera moved back, the steward and other waiters gathered around him could be seen.
Another waiter: (a Londoner) Compared to this one, my wife is an angel, but I dumped her.
Guard: (impatiently) Come on! you decide!
A low-level crew member came over. He appeared to be bluffing and nosy, but in fact he was incapable and weak. His name is Lacey.
Lacey: (Speaking quickly, intermittently) What happened? What's the matter?
For the close view of this group of people, Lacey and Guan Shi dominate.
In charge: these pigs! They dare not go in and bring her food.
Lacey: What a joke! Actually afraid of a girl! (He turns to the manager) Why don't you go by yourself?
In care: (more scared than others, muttering) Why—I—well, I never thought of—
Lacey: (Pushing him aside) I have never heard of such a thing! Actually afraid of a girl. (Walking to the tray) I will feed it in.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around, watching him. He picked up the tray and walked towards the hatch.
Lacey: (Muttering to herself while walking) Nothing can be done without doing it yourself. (He walks to the door) Open the door.
We saw him approach the hatch, and the guard quickly and carefully unlocked the door.
Lacey: I'm afraid of a girl! What a joke!
Lacey held the tray solemnly, strode in boldly, and the steward and waiters formed a semicircle at the door, waiting for the result. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Lacey stumbled and flew out of it, lying on the ground, a tray of food sprinkled on him. The steward hurriedly slammed the door shut and locked it, and the waiters watched silently.
The lens turned into the upper deck of the yacht, first of which was a close-up shot of a pair of men's feet, pacing anxiously in well-dressed leather shoes. Then, the camera pulled back, and the pacemaker turned out to be Alexander Andrews, who was dressed in neat, stiff yacht clothing. Before him stood a captain in uniform, Andrews frowned, and continued to pace back and forth.
Andrews: (muttering to himself) Hunger strike, huh? (Snorting) When was the last time she ate?
Captain: She hasn't eaten anything yesterday, or today.
Andrews: Are they all delivered to her on time?
Captain: Yes, sir. She eats nothing.
Andrews: (eagerly) Why don't you stuff her throat?
Captain: It's not that simple. (He shook his head) I think I had dealt with prisoners back then, but this one—
Andrews: It's ridiculous! (Muttering) Such a fuss about an insignificant girl. (Suddenly) I went to see her by myself.
He left resolutely, the captain followed behind him, and the two of them could be seen walking towards the cabin, Andrews's face was gloomy.
Captain: This is very dangerous, Mr. Andrews. In any case, kidnapping is not a joke.
But Andrews ignored him, just staring sullenly forward. They came to the door of the cabin, where Lacey was washing her clothes, and two waiters were picking up the fragments of the dishes.
Andrews: What is this? What's going on here?
Lacey: (poorly) She refuses to eat again, sir.
Andrews: Prepare another set. Get it right away. (To the guard) Open the door.
The guard unlocked the door, and Andrews walked in—so we saw the cabin from the door. Andrews walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked around, his eyes falling on his prisoner.
Then the camera turns to Ellie, she is a beautiful girl in her early twenties. At this moment, she was raising a small vase above her head, preparing to throw it over, her face was full of anger. When she saw the new visitor, she put down the vase and put it on a small table.
Ellie: What are you going to do?
Andrews: Did not leave the door.
Andrews: Why don't you eat?
Ellie: (sit down) I don't want to eat! (Raises voice) There is one more thing I don't want to do, I definitely don't want to do it! That is to see you.
She lit a cigarette. Andrews stared at her for a while.
Andrews: Do you know what I am going to do next? Don't smoke.
Ellie: Why don't you shackle me?
Andrews: I might.
Ellie: (close shot) Okay! Handcuff me! Do whatever you want! If you don't let me leave this boat, I won't eat a bite!
She stared angrily at the blue sky outside, and Andrews walked over and sat down beside her.
Andrews: (calmly) Alright, Ellie, don't be stupid. You know, I have my own way.
Ellie: (Go away) I disagree! I do not agree with you interfering in my life! Why do you have to do this?
Andrews: (still mildly) You should know why. Because--
Ellie: (Interrupting him) That's right. I know. (She has heard it millions of times) Because I am your daughter and you love me very much. Because you don't want me to make mistakes. Because--
Andrews: (Simultaneously) Because marrying that fool Kim Westley is—
Ellie: (Straightforwardly) You are just wasting time. I have married him.
Andrews: (sternly) I don't think it is enough, you are not married. (Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door)
Andrews: Come in.
The door opened, and several waiters filed in with steaming trays.
Ellie: (rushing to them, threateningly) How many times have I told you not to bring any food here.
The panicked waiters were in a dilemma, but Andrews relieved them.
Andrews: Wait a minute! Don't get angry! This is not for you. (To the waiters) Just put it here.
Ellie stared at her father, and when the waiters were busy setting the table, she walked to the seat in front of the window. Andrews was spinning around the food, he opened the lid, and there was a tantalizing smell. He closed his eyes and made a sound of "Oh" and "Oh".
Ellie's close-up, she also smelled tempting scents; in an instant, she softened a bit.
Andrews's close-up shot, he stared at Ellie to see her reaction; Ellie's face (another close-up) returned to cold talk. Then Andrews and the waiters entered the screen.
Waiter A: Anything else, sir?
Andrews: No more, everything seems to be complete. If I add some delicious gravy, I will ring the bell.
Waiter: Okay, sir.
Andrews began to eat bit by bit, and the waiters bowed and exited.
Andrews: (Tsks) Awesome!
Now Ellie enters the foreground, Andrews sitting at the table in the background.
Ellie: (contemptuously) This hand is so beautiful! Wonderful!
Andrews: (chewing a mouthful of food) If Gandhi had a chef like Paul, then the entire political situation in India would change.
Ellie: You can't seduce me. (Unnecessarily yelling) Can you hear me? I don't want to eat!
Andrews: (calmly) I'm sorry, I can't fight on an empty stomach. Please remember what Napoleon said.
Ellie: I hope you don't compare yourself with Napoleon. He is a strategist. Your strategic thinking is to swing a big stick.
Andrews ate silently, and Ellie yelled at him, walking around, smoking hard.
Ellie: (muttering) I have never seen this kind of vulgarity. (Trembling with anger) A group of thugs stuffed me into a car! The group of people outside the court must think I am a criminal—or something like that.
Ellie inserted a close-up shot of Andrews when she was speaking. When she finished speaking, he smacked his lips, showing excessive interest in the delicious food. Then you can see both of them at the same time.
Ellie: (pause for a while, excitedly) Where will you take me?
Andrews: (carelessly) South America.
Ellie: (stunned) South America? !
Andrews: We will leave Miami within an hour. We will get some food on the ship later.
Ellie: (Intimidatingly) You will get a corpse! That is what you will get. As long as I'm in this boat, I won't eat a bite.
Andrews: (spreading butter on the bread) So, we don't need so much food.
Ellie: (angrily) What do you really want to do with these famous people? I am married!
Andrews: I want to annul the marriage contract.
Ellie: You can never do it! You can't do this!
Andrews: (close shot, he said while eating) I want to do this, even if I spend all my money. I want to do this, even if I have to bribe the court that makes jokes! I want to do this, even if I have to prove that you were trapped after being drunk. This is probably the case. (He smacks his lips) Uh, uh. Daga meat and eggs are really delicious!
Ellie: (Dual shot with her father) Why do you hate Kim Westley that way?
Andrews: It doesn't make much sense. I just think he is a liar. that is it.
Ellie: You only met him once.
Andrews: That's enough. Can you pass me the ketchup?
Ellie: According to you, he is a playboy or something.
Andrews: (stands up and takes the ketchup) It's okay, I take it myself. (He sits down in the chair) Playboy? Oh? You said it for me, thank you.
Ellie: (closer to Andrews) He is one of the best pilots in our country. Now he is preparing to fly to Japan.
Andrews: I guess you plan to support him.
Ellie: Why not? He contributed to the aviation industry. This requires courage and character! All in all, he accomplished a worthwhile thing. I think you are willing to let me marry a businessman. Humph, I hate business people, especially shining role models like you.
Andrews laughed, not at all angry. He knew that she didn't mean that.
Ellie: You only do one thing in your life, and that is to save more money. And what he did was at least a very romantic thing.
Andrews: (Straightforwardly) He is a trash, Ellie, you know that too. You married him only because I told you not to do it.
Ellie: (excitedly) Since I can remember, you have been telling me not to do this and that. (Screaming) I'm so bored!
Andrews ignored her, she walked around the table towards him. Then she sat on the edge of Andrews' chair, and put one arm around Andrews' shoulder.
Ellie: (sweetly pleading) Oh, dad, listen to me. Let's stop quarreling like this. I know you worry about me, and you want me to be happy. For this, I love you. But you have to know that you are unfair, dear. This is not a whim for me. Jin and I talked a lot before deciding to get married. I said, why not let us test it, for example, try it for about a year. If it is not appropriate, Jin and I will know first. We can get a divorce, can't we? Now, be a good person and let me get off the boat. It's so stupid to lock me up like this.
Andrews listened to the words in silence, without making any expressions.
Andrews: (indifferently) When this marriage contract is announced, you will be free.
A close-up of Ellie, her eyes flashed with angry sparks, and when her father continued to talk, she slowly left him.
Andrews' voice: (carelessly) So stop being a stubborn fool.
Ellie: (Hushing) My ancestors have been stubborn fools for generations!
Andrews: (Two shots, calmly) One day, you will thank me for that.
Ellie: (furiously) I won't thank you! I will never thank you!
Andrews: Don't yell.
Ellie: I want to shout to my heart! If I want to shout. I just yelled.
Andrews: (reaches out for food) Ah, cocoa peach cake. Fragrant and sweet. It suits my taste.
He was about to put a small piece of pastry into his mouth. An angry Ellie overturned the small dining table and dumped all the food on his father's lap. This move was so unexpected that Andrews still held the fork to his mouth and stared at her dumbfounded. Then, Andrews realized what she was doing and became furious. He dropped the fork, stood up, and walked towards her, where she stood facing him contemptuously. He didn't say a word, and by surprise, he gave her a resounding slap in the face. For a while, she was motionless, her eyes wide open in surprise, staring at him incredulously. Then, she suddenly turned around and escaped from the cabin door. Andrews stood motionless and closed his eyes in pain; this was the first time he had hit her, and he was very distressed.
Andrews: (Shouting) Ellie! (He runs towards the door)
On the deck, Andrews could be seen appearing at the open door of the cabin, his gaze was chasing something, and there was a look of panic and fear in his eyes. Then, from his position at the door of the cabin, Ellie could be seen standing on the railing of the deck; she jumped into the water with a skilled diving action.
In the panoramic view of the deck, the sailors and crew were spinning round and round, and several people shouted: "Someone has fallen into the water!"
Andrews: That's my daughter! Save her!
Captain: (screaming) Put down the lifeboat!
There was a panic on the deck. Several sailors dived into the water. Others are untying the ropes of the boat. Then Ellie could be seen swimming forward desperately against the huge waves. From a distance, she seemed to be a little spot, and six or seven sailors swam to chase her.
On the side of the yacht, a small boat had been put down, and two people jumped in and grabbed the oars. Those people seemed to be catching up to Ellie. Several motorboats are moored in the distance, and their owners are fishing by the side of the boat. Ellie seems to be swimming towards them.
There is a motorboat closer. A middle-aged man sat in the stern, holding a fishing rod lazily, the motorboat swayed from side to side with the turbulent waves, his feet immersed in the water. Ellie was still swimming forward. She looked back, and the next scene showed those people rushing towards her, and they were about to catch up with her. So we saw Ellie dive into the water.
Ellie's face suddenly appeared from the water, just between the middle-aged man's legs, and the angler was startled. Ellie put her finger to her lips and warned him not to say anything. He was dumbfounded and could not speak for a long time. The chasing boat rowed closer and closer, and Ellie dived into the water again, and the boat happened to row past the angler. Then Ellie popped her head and looked forward. The chaser had already passed her, and she smiled triumphantly.
Ellie: (to the angler) Thank you. (She starts to swim towards the shore)
Into the deck of the yacht. The people who were chasing Ellie climbed onto the boat, and Andrews was waiting for them.
A servant: I'm sorry, sir, she ran away.
Andrews: (disappointed but proudly) Of course she ran away. You are not her opponents at all.
Captain: What a ghost. These modern girls are really out of control. (Muttering to himself) They are terrible!
Andrews: (Indignantly) Terrible? There is nothing scary about her. She is really good! He is an amazing young man. Assertive. with a clear purpose. (Laughs) But she won't achieve her goal. She can't go far, she has no money.
Captain: She is wearing a diamond watch. Will she use it for some money?
Andrews: (His face sinks) I am really dizzy! I completely forgot about it. (To a crew member next to him) Immediately sent a telegram: "Leventon Detective Agency. The girl escaped again. Monitor all roads, airports and train stations in Miami. Inform your New York office to monitor Kim Westley. Listen to all news. Get her back at any cost!"
Crew: Yes, sir.
The camera was pushed into a close-up of Andrews, who stared at the sea with a big smile; faded out.
Part two
Fade in, a busy train station in Miami. The camera moved to the entrance and exit of the station, and the passengers hurried out; the camera moved to two men, apparently detectives, watching everyone passing by with their eyes wide open. Then we caught a glimpse of Ellie, who stood by and looked at the detective. Draw. We saw an airport. There were several planes in the background. Passengers fished through. Several detectives stood around, posing for surveillance. Draw. The main entrance of the office of the Telegraph Office came into view. People come in and out. Two detectives watched by the door.
Planning, the waiting room of the bus stop. There was a sign outside the ticket window that read: "Ticket Office", and there was a line in front of the sign. There are also two detectives here.
Detective A: We are wasting time. Can you imagine Ellie Andrews taking a bus?
Detective B: I told the old man that it was in vain.
The camera moved from them to Ellie, who was standing behind a pillar, watching the two detectives unsteadily. Two detectives (from her perspective) were standing at the ticket window, and one of them turned towards her. We saw her sneaking behind the pillar and hiding. At this moment, a little old lady approached her.
Old lady: Here are your tickets, miss.
Ellie: Oh, thank you. thank you very much. (She takes the ticket and head search from the old lady, and hands her a banknote) Here you are.
Old lady: Ah, thank you, thank you.
Ellie: When do you drive?
Old lady: About fifteen minutes later.
Ellie: Thank you.
She picked up a small excursion bag from the ground and hurried away. She passed through the door of the waiting room and disappeared outside. The camera panned to the phone room next to the door, where five or six men of all kinds gathered around the phone room. The light was on in the telephone room, and a young man, Peter Vaughan, waved his hands angrily and yelled into the microphone, but we could not hear what he was saying. The camera approached the crowd around the phone room (pushing into a close-up shot), and we found that they were all floating and slightly drunk. A short man approached the door of the telephone room.
Short man: Hello, what's the matter? I want to call.
Man A: (a reporter) Hush! Don't make a noise. History is being made there.
Short man: What?
Man A: A man bit a dog.
Man B: (Much more drunk than the others) Good boy, little Peter, old boy! What a kid! ——
Peter's voice: I can't stand it anymore, absolutely not, you can! ——
Crowd: Really? Just teach him like that, good boy Peter.
A close shot of Peter Vaughn in the phone room, he obviously drank a lot.
Peter: (Yelling into the microphone) Listen, monkey face-if you fire me, you will fire a reporter with the best information, and your messy rumors will never find this person again.
The camera immediately follows the New York newspaper office. Night shift editor Gordon rolls up his sleeves and sits at his desk, screaming at the phone.
Gordon: Hey, listen, even if the news is in your crotch, you won't know. (Listening) What? Of course, of course, I received your manuscript. Why didn't you tell me that you want to write a heavenly book? I can set up a new section.
Peter: (Close shot of the phone call) That is a poem without rhyme, you rubbish!
Gordon: (next to the telephone in the newspaper office) No rhyme, eh? (Screaming) What the hell is a rhyming poem? Tell our newspaper to spend money in vain. Well, let me tell you now, we won't spend any more money.
Peter: (In the phone room) I don't care! Me, I broke up with the newspaper, understand? I won't do stupid things anymore! I won't send any more news, whether it's for you or someone else, it doesn't matter if you are hungry. (Pause for a while) What? What about my novel, if I finish writing--
Gordon: (In his office) When you finish writing, my beard will grow to the ankle! (At this moment, Gordon’s secretary walks in)
Secretary: Mr. Gordon.
Gordon: (Looking up) Huh?
Secretary: Did you know that he asked us to pay the phone bill?
Gordon: What! (To the phone) Hey, listen! When you return to New York, I advise you to stay away from this office, unless you don't care about your little white face. (He hung up the microphone viciously and stared at the phone angrily)
In the telephone room, the call was hung up, and Peter was taken aback. But in order to show it to those friends, he has to go on.
Peter: (to the hung up phone) Ah, so you changed your tone, didn't you? Well, it's time. But it's no longer useful, my stubborn friend. It's a little late to apologize now. Even if you kneel and beg me, I don't want to go back and serve you! I hope this is a lesson for you!
He tried his best to pretend to be angry and invincible, and hung up the microphone with a "bang". The camera is pulled back, and his audience enters the frame.
Everyone: Good boy, Peter. Teach him like that, Peter.
Peter stumbled out of the phone room, his friends admiring his toughness when talking to his boss.
Peter: Is it okay with me to be so arrogant? snort! I guess he knew that his position was worth a lot of money in my eyes. (Smirkly) Is my car ready?
Man A: Your car is waiting outside, oh, the almighty king.
Everyone: Give way to the king, long live the king. Step aside.
He walked straight ahead with his head held high and full of air, followed by his admirers. The lens turns into the bus stop. Peter was standing on the pedals of the car with the box in one hand, his drunken admirers crowded by the door.
Peter: (Generous remarks) Alright, my friends. Hold your rice bowl! Use the rest of your life to continue to be a beast! Dregs on the ground! News reporters! I won't do it! When I am in the arms of the glorious Muse God-what are you doing? Sharpen your head to inquire about news. You poor maggots! For what? For a little favor! My heart is with you. (Spreads arms, voice trembling) Goodbye. (Speaking he turns and walks into the car)
Everyone: (Equally excited) Goodbye, ah, Almighty King! I wish you a good journey, brave man!
The voice of the announcer: Please get in the car. Passengers going to Philadelphia and New York, please get in the car.
Everyone: Be careful, come again if you have a chance. Goodbye.
Peter: Go away.
Cut into the scene of the car, the camera is pushed from the front to the back of the car: a lot of unpleasant people sitting in the seats. The compartments were so crowded that those who occupied the seats seemed to feel hot and uncomfortable, which made them look even more abominable. The mothers held the crying baby tightly. A Swedish farm worker and his young wife are already busy opening the food basket prepared for this long trip. A bad-looking young man with a fierce look traveled alone, collapsed on his seat, carelessly covering his eyes with his hat. The camera flicked across a variety of characters. Finally, he stopped in a seat that was still vacant, with only a few bundles of newspapers on it. Peter was standing in front of this seat with the box, as if thinking about what to do with the newspapers.
Peter: (screaming) Hello, driver! Move these things away, okay!
Several passengers craned their necks behind him and looked at the intruder carefully. Through the glass partition, it can be seen that the driver is listening to his boss who is standing on the pedal to give the final instructions, and he can't hear what they are saying. Hearing Peter's request, the driver just looked back indifferently, and then continued talking with his boss. Peter's close-up shot, he raised his eyebrows and ridiculed the driver's dismissive attitude. He dropped the box and walked forward. He came to the glass partition and tapped his finger on the glass window with a smile on his face. The driver turned his head back and lowered the glass a bit.
Driver: (impatiently) What do you want!
Peter: (happily) Please move these newspapers so I can have a seat.
Driver: (irritably) Okay! All right! Just wait, boy. (After speaking, the driver turns around)
Peter: (staring at the nape of the driver for a while, then confidently) This is a matter between the two of us, and I never want to make trouble.
He turned around slowly, complacent, and swaggered down the aisle towards the empty space. On the way, he smiled mildly at a few unhappy passengers in the same car, and stopped in front of a sturdy wife feeding a baby with a lighted cigarette in her mouth.
Peter: Personally, I grew up on milk bottles. (The woman looks up at him inexplicably) When I was a baby, I insisted on a bottle. Do you know why? (The woman stares at him blankly) Because I never want soot to fall into my eyes.
He continued to walk forward, the woman couldn't figure out what was going on, thinking he was crazy, she shrugged and went to take care of her baby again.
Now Peter came to his seat, whistling softly, and opened the window of the car. He picked up the newspaper unhurriedly. Throw them out the window one after another. The newspaper fell on the sidewalk with a dull noise. Then came the driver's close-up shot. He was surprised at Peter's unprecedented brutal behavior and got out of the driver's seat.
Now that Peter had thrown away all the newspapers in his seat, and while still playing his beloved tune, he raised the box, ready to put it on the overhead luggage rack. At this time, the driver walked into the side door of the car.
Driver: (angrily) Hey, wait a minute!
Peter was holding the box above his head with both hands, and he glanced at the driver, puzzled.
Driver: (walks up) Do you know what you are doing!
Peter: (turns around) Huh?
Driver: (Roaring) Those newspapers! newspaper! What do you mean by throwing them all out!
Peter: Oh, the newspaper—
He slowly lowered his arms and put the box on the ground.
Peter: (Close shot of him with the driver) It's a long story. friend. You know, I don't want to sit in the newspaper. I have sat there once in the past and all the headlines are printed on my white pants.
Driver: Humph, what are you doing, kidding me?
Peter: Ah, I'm not kidding you. Honestly, this is true. No one bought a newspaper that day. They followed me all over the city, reading the news on my ass.
Driver: What do you plan to do with those newspapers? Someone will pick them away.
Peter: (turning to his box) It's none of my business. I have no opinion.
Driver: (furiously) Good boy, hehe! You should get a hard punch in the nose!
Peter: (turns back) Look here, man. You may not like my nose. But I like it. This is an excellent nose. It's my only nose. Whoever wants to give it a guy, I always say please. If you are determined to try, don't be in doubt.
As he spoke, Ellie came from behind and she sat down on Peter's seat with a grunt. Peter didn't see her, she put the small travel bag beside him.
Driver: (Answer Peter, feebly) Oh, is it?
Peter: Well, a good answer. Why didn't I think of it? Otherwise our conversation would have ended long ago.
Driver: Oh, is it?
Peter: If you continue to make trouble like this, we won't go anywhere.
Driver: Oh, is it?
Peter: (exhausted) You won!
He smiled and turned and was about to sit down. But when he found his seat was occupied by Ellie, who was looking out the window, his smile disappeared.
Peter: (Close-up shot with Ellie) I'm sorry, Miss—(slowly)—the seat you are sitting in—is mine.
Ellie looked up at him—and then down at her ass.
Ellie: (eyes pierced) What did you say?
Peter: Well, please listen to me, I am in a bad mood. I fought a tough battle for this seat. So, it's the same for you-(sign with thumb) Get out.
Ellie: (ignore him, shouting) Driver!
The driver was no longer interested in this new quarrel, so he turned around again.
Ellie: Is this seat reserved?
Driver: (Interested Peter) No, whoever comes first will take the seat first.
Ellie: (nonchalantly) Thank you. (Peter froze for a while, but stared at her intently)
Peter: (also shouting) Driver!
Driver: Huh?
Peter: This seat is for two people, right?
Driver: (Unwilling to give in) It may or may not be.
Peter took Ellie's small travel bag from his seat and threw it on the ground. The placket of her coat covered a small space next to her, and he held it on her lap.
Peter: Move over, miss. This is called "maybe".
He fell into his seat with a plop, and the other passengers let out a sigh of relief. Ellie gave him a fierce look and turned around on purpose, turning her back to him. Peter looked at the floor suddenly, followed by a close-up of their feet. The bag of Ellie on the floor made Peter feel in the way. He slowly pushed it to her side with his feet, Ellie's feet pushed it back, and Peter immediately kicked it to her side violently. Then we saw Ellie staring at him, picking up her bag, and standing on the seat. I want to put it on the overhead luggage rack. However, at this moment, the bus suddenly jolted and started to move. Ellie lost her balance, and she happened to fall on her back into Peter's arms. They almost touched their noses. They looked at each other hostilely. Ellie quickly got up and returned to her seat, turning her back to him.
Peter: (jokingly) Next time you visit (Note 1), please take your family with you.
Turning into a country road, the car was trembling and swiftly driving at night. Then it turned into the interior of the car, Peter leaned on the seat, his hat covered his eyes. Ellie tilted her head back, trying to sleep. But the car swayed constantly, causing her head to swing uncomfortably, and finally she had to give up sleep.
Ellie: (Imperative) Tell that person, don't drive so fast. (Peter just raised his head slightly on this)
Peter: Are you talking to me?
Ellie: Right. Tell that person to drive slowly.
Peter stared at her for a while, dissatisfied with her nosy.
Peter: (gently) Okay.
But what surprised her was that he sighed deeply, maintained his original posture loosely, and closed his eyes again. She stared at him viciously.
Turning into another scene in the car, the driver appeared in the picture. Suddenly, the bus stopped.
Driver: (Puts his head in, to the passenger) The rest stop is here! Rest for ten minutes!
Pulling behind the camera, several passengers stood up. The men stretched and stretched their legs, and the women tidied their dresses. A close shot of Peter and Ellie, Ellie stood up. Peter gently moved his feet aside to let her pass, and Ellie walked up the aisle. But she stopped suddenly; looked back, first at her travel bag, then at Peter; she decided to take the bag with her, so she came back to retrieve it. She took off the bag from the luggage rack, and Peter looked at her and found it interesting.
After entering the rest station, a few passengers walked around quickly. One or two street lamps cast dim light. Peter can be seen leaning on a lamppost and smoking a cigarette. The camera zoomed into Peter's close-up, and he glanced at Ellie secretly. From his perspective, Ellie can be seen standing in the shadow of the car, her travel bag at her feet. She slowly turned her head towards Peter, and then quickly avoided.
Peter (close shot) looked at her. He looked around, the camera moved with his gaze. There are other passengers in the picture, obviously they are very poor and lack education. The camera moved to Ellie. She formed a sharp contrast with them. We immediately saw Peter showing his comprehension: no doubt! She has nothing in common with these passengers. Suddenly, he saw something that made him shocked, and we also saw what was going on: Behind her, the unscrupulous young passenger surreptitiously picked up her travel bag from the ground and slipped away. Ellie did not notice his actions. Peter rushed forward.
Ellie was extremely surprised when she saw Peter rushing towards her. But Peter passed by with a swish, which frightened her even more. She shrugged, at a loss, and continued to smoke her cigarette. In an instant, Peter returned, panting.
Peter: He ran away. I suddenly found that I was running into a bush, and that bastard was gone.
Ellie (close-up shot with Peter) didn't understand what he was talking about. She looked at him and found it inexplicable.
Ellie: I don't understand what you are nagging about, young man. Besides, I am not interested.
Peter: (surprised) Okay-very good, (coldly) Maybe you are not interested in knowing that your travel bag is missing.
At this moment, Ellie turned around abruptly and stared at the place where she put her travel bag.
Ellie: Ah, God! It's gone!
Peter: (sarcastically) That's right. I know you will find out sooner or later.
Ellie: What happened?
Peter: The robber with the zombie face sitting in front of us came and took it away. Good guy, that kid can really run.
Ellie: What can I do now?
Peter: Could it be that your ticket is in the bag?
Ellie: (opens her wallet) No, the ticket was not lost. But my money. I only have four yuan here. I have to rely on it to get to New York.
Peter: When you get to Jacksonville, you can take a telegram to your home and ask for some money.
Ellie: Why, no — I — (control myself) Yes... I think I will.
Peter: (turns around) I will report to the driver. I mean, about your travel bag.
Ellie: (eagerly) No, I don't think you need to report.
Peter: Don't be silly. The company is responsible for the loss of your travel bag. How do you call you?
Ellie: I don't want to report it!
Peter: Why, it's ridiculous! They are responsible for everything--
Ellie: (excitedly) Hi, do you understand English! I don't want to report! (Turns and walks away) Please leave me alone! I am willing to take care of myself. (Speaking she walks out of the screen)
Peter's close-up, he watched her.
Peter: (muttering) Ah, I don't know anything good or bad!
Turning into the interior of the bus, all the passengers returned to their seats; when Ellie arrived, Peter was already seated. A close shot showed that she stood and hesitated for a while, not sure whether she should cross his legs and sit on her window seat. Peter felt her come to his side and raised his eyes to look at her. She turned her head and sat down on the seat vacated by the young man who stole her travel bag. Peter didn't care about the offense. He shrugged and happily moved to the enviable seat by the window.
Turning into Ellie's close-up shot, a fat man who had just gotten into the car was sitting next to her. She leaned her head on the back of the chair to get some sleep, but the fat man put her hands on his bulging belly, snoring disgustingly, accompanied by the rumbling of the speeding car. Suddenly the car bumped and the fat man fell on Ellie. Ellie woke up and pushed him back. The fat man continued to snore, and Ellie leaned back in the chair to rest again; after a while, the scene was repeated again, and Ellie was furious. She looked around, looking for a place to hide.
Peter sat behind her, he leaned in the seat in his habitual posture, his eyes slightly open. He had obviously been observing her for a while, smiling at her embarrassing situation. Ellie turned her head in his direction, and Peter hurriedly narrowed his smile. He closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. Ellie glanced at him to see if he was really asleep. The fat man fell on her again, she couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up. Peter saw her coming, deliberately put a hand on the seat next to him, still pretending to sleep. Ellie was about to sit down when she found his hand, she was at a loss. She carefully picked up his weak hand and placed it on his lap. Then he sat down and let out a sigh of relief, so Peter opened his eyes and found it interesting. He turned his head slowly, and looked at her calmly and carefully. Ellie glanced back at Peter slowly, and was surprised to find Peter was watching her. She turned her head to look straight ahead, showing a look that could not be offended.
Into a highway. At dawn, the bus seemed to be just a small black spot, appearing far away from the horizon, and it was continuing its journey alone in the desolate countryside. Turn into a street sign that says "Jacksonville", and then a close-up view of Ellie and Peter in the car. Both of them were asleep, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, and Peter's coat was over her. Pull behind the lens. The car was empty, only Ellie and Peter were left, and the last few passengers had just got off.
Peter slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the head on his shoulder and couldn't help laughing. He sighed, closed his eyes again, and continued to fall asleep. Then, at the front of the car, the driver stood watching Peter and Ellie, who were very close, and curled his lips with understanding.
Driver: (muttering to himself) Oh, is it?
Ellie moved, she felt a little uncomfortable, and she changed her posture while muttering groggyly. As soon as she settled down, she opened her eyes. She looked out the window sleepily, then closed her eyes dimly, making it feel like she was still half asleep, trying to remember where she was. She obviously remembered, because she suddenly opened her eyes and raised her head. In the end (with Peter in the same picture) Ellie found that she was sleeping on his shoulder, and hurriedly straightened her body, not knowing what to do.
Ellie: Oh, I'm sorry—(she smiles) It's ridiculous, isn't it?
She looked around and found that she was alone with Peter; she was overwhelmed more and more.
Ellie: Everyone is gone.
She reached out and put on her hat, and found that the coat covering her had slipped off. She looked at it thoughtfully for a while, then looked at Peter again.
Ellie: (I know he covered her) Oh, thank you. (She hands him the coat, awkwardly) We're in Jacksonville, haven't we?
Peter: Yes.
Ellie: (Embarrassedly) That's all my fault. Why don't you push me away?
Peter: I don't want to wake you up. (She stares at him preoccupiedly) Would you like to have some breakfast?
Ellie: No, thank you. (She stands up, eager to get out) Thank you very much.
She left him slowly, very embarrassed, and walked towards the front of the car. Peter watched her leave, obviously already interested in her.
The camera cuts into the parking lot, and Ellie appears at the door of the car. The driver is standing under the pedal.
Ellie: How much time is left out of the car?
Driver: About half an hour.
Ellie: I'm going to the Windsor Hotel.
Peter appeared in the rear view of the car door. A close shot showed that when he saw Ellie talking to the driver, he stopped to listen.
Driver's voice: Windsor! You can't make it back at all.
Ellie's voice: You have to wait for me.
Driver's voice: (shocked in a daze) waiting for you!
A smile appeared on Peter's face; the camera pulled back, showing that Ellie had left the driver.
Ellie: (speaking while walking) Yes, I might be a few minutes late.
She left, leaving the driver to watch her dumbly; Peter stood behind the driver and shook his head in surprise.
Turn into the bus stop, later that morning, in the same place where the car had parked before. But the car has already left. A large crowd was crowded there. The camera moves down to show Ellie alone from the crowd. She had just arrived and was looking around helplessly. Finally, she found a station guard in uniform and walked towards him.
Ellie: (approaching the guard) Where is the bus to New York?
Guard: We drove away twenty minutes ago.
Ellie: What, it's not plausible! I came by that bus—I told them to wait!
Guard: I'm sorry, miss. It drove away. (He turns around to carry her)
Ellie has a worried look on her face. The crowd surrounded her. She looked around worriedly. Suddenly, she stared at a place with wide eyes in surprise, and the camera moved to Peter, who was sitting on his suitcase, looking at Ellie.
Peter: Good morning.
Peter is in the foreground, the guards are in the background, and Ellie stares at Peter in a daze.
Peter: Remember me? I'm the guy you leaned on to sleep last night.
Ellie: I seem to have thanked you for this. (To the guard) When will the next bus to New York leave?
Guard: (turns around) 8 o'clock this evening.
Ellie: Eight o'clock! Oh, there are twelve hours!
Guard: I'm sorry, miss.
When the guard walked out of the screen, Ellie was obviously disappointed.
Peter: (sarcastically) What's the matter? Is that old guy unwilling to wait for you? (Ellie stares at him, disdain to answer. This irritates him, and continues to annoyed.) Tell me, how old are you? Don’t you know that the bus drove on schedule? You need a bodyguard.
Ellie: (going away) What are you yelling at? You also missed the car.
Peter looked at her for a while before answering.
Peter: (calmly) That's right. I didn't catch up either.
Close shot of the two of them. She turned to him. His tone aroused her interest. She stared up at his face.
Ellie: Don't tell me it's because of me! (Pauses) I hope you don't have any thoughts about what happened last night—(she changes the story) You don't need to connect yourself to me. I can take care of myself.
Peter: You are too careless. (He reaches into his pocket) Here is your ticket.
Ellie: (shocked) My ticket!
Peter: I picked it up on my seat.
Ellie: (Receiving the ticket) Oh, thank you. It must have fallen out of my pocket.
When she put the ticket in her wallet, Peter said.
Peter: Don't rely on it to get away, Miss Andrews. (This surprised Ellie)
Ellie: (weakly) What did you say?
Peter: It's just a pretty lady from a rich family. You and Westerly are a match made in heaven.
Ellie: (bluffing) Please tell me what nonsense are you talking about!
Peter: Don't rely on it to get away, Miss Andrews. Your father can stop you on the way to New York.
Ellie: You must have made a mistake—
Peter: (Interrupting her) Don't hide and seek! It's all on the front page, you know, I've always been a little curious about the kind of girls who are happy to marry Kim Westley.
He took a newspaper from his pocket and handed it to her. Ellie hurriedly read the headline.
Peter: (While she is reading the newspaper) I advise you to catch the first bus back to Miami as soon as possible. That guy is a liar.
Ellie: (looks up at him) I have no plans to ask you. (She returned the newspaper to him)
Peter: All right. You are not.
Ellie: You are not going to report to my father, are you?
Peter: (looking at her) Why?
Ellie: If you play the cards right, you can make a fortune from it. (A look of contempt on Peter's face)
Peter: I never thought of this hand.
Ellie: (eagerly) Listen, if you don't do this, I will give you money, never less than what my father gave. Anyway, I will never treat you badly. If you betray me, you won't get any benefit. I must go to New York without hindrance. This is very important to me, I could have cashed it right away, but unfortunately I only wore a watch when I jumped off the yacht. I took it for this suit. I'll give you my address, and you can contact me when you arrive in New York.
Peter: (furiously) It's okay. You know, I looked for you right from the beginning; you are a beautiful lady spoiled by my dad. The only way you can get everything is to buy it. Now that you are in trouble, all you can think of is your money. It is omnipotent, isn't it? Have you heard the word "humility"? No, you didn't. I guess you never thought of saying something like this: "I'm sorry, sir, I've encountered a problem, would you like to help me?" No, that will make you have to put down the air for a while. I told you clearly; this may relieve you of the burden. You don't have to worry about me. I am not interested in your money and your problems; you, Kim Westley, your father, you are all worthless in my eyes.
He turned his back and walked away. A close-up of Ellie, she stared at him, her eyes glowing with anger.
At the Telegraph Bureau, Peter put a telegram on the counter, and he told her when the female telegrapher read the telegram.
Peter: (rudely) Are you sending a telegram here?
Operator: (obviously recognized him, jokingly) I'm fine, thank you, how are you? (Reading the telegram) "New York, the New York Post Office transferred to Joe Gordon. How ridiculous. This year's biggest scoop happened to fall into my arms. I know where Ellen Andrews is—" (looks up at him, Excitedly) No, do you really know?
Peter: (Impatiently) Hurry up, hurry up and send the telegram.
Operator: "Would you like to get this news, you are big—big—big—"
Peter: Big straw bag, straw bag.
Radio operator: "Big mess, you might as well give it a try. I said it still works if I never write a word for you again. Are you annoyed? Peter Vaughn." Okay, a total of binary hexagons.
Peter: Pay by the receiver.
Operator: The receiver pays?
Peter: (Definitely) Pay by the receiver.
The telegraph operator took the telegram and faded away.
Part Three
Gradually, the bus stop. It is night now, and it is raining heavily. When the announcer's voice rang, people hurried into the car.
Announcer: Hey-hey, hey-hey, this is for Charleston-hey-hey, hey-hey, the car going north to New York!
Turned into the interior of a car, the car is almost full. Peter was sitting in her seat looking at a magazine when Ellie hurriedly entered through the back door and walked to the front of the car. She approached Peter, hesitated for a moment, and deliberately walked past him and sat down on a seat across the aisle. When she was seated, Peter turned his head and stared at her indifferently.
Close shot, there is a man sitting next to Ellie, he is reading the newspaper, the newspaper covers his face. Ellie did not squint, her lips closed tightly. The close-up of the man next to Ellie makes it clear that he is a salesman. At this time he was reading a serial story with gusto. Suddenly, he felt something under his feet. He didn't put down the newspaper, but slowly looked down. The camera also moved down to Ellie's beautiful ankle. There was a regular pattering of her feet on the floor; she was obviously very anxious. The camera slowly moved up, showing Ellie's well-proportioned calf. Then, we saw Ellie and the salesman, his eyes fixed on Ellie’s legs, and a wicked smile gradually appeared on his face. He put down the newspaper and looked back at her face carefully. What he saw obviously made him very happy because he simply dropped the newspaper and smiled obscenely.
Salesman: Hey, girl-alone? My name is Shapley. (Ellie stares at him fiercely? But he doesn't care.) The first time we are born and the second time we are familiar with each other, our journey is long, and afterwards, the more we go, the more sulking. Especially people like you. You look very stylish. (He looks at her from head to toe) Yes, you can get a perfect score! (He is complacent for saying this witty remark) I, this person, can be ranked at a glance, so I won't lie to you.
Ellie’s close-up, Shapley babbled endlessly, Ellie looked back at Peter, hoping that he would help her out of her troubles.
Shapley's voice: "Just ask other lads, and they will tell you that Shapley does know how to deal with women. Yeah, Shapley just likes beautiful women."
Ellie looked at Peter again, but Peter seemed to have found something particularly interesting in the magazine... We saw the upset Ellie and the impatient Shapley again, and he continued:
Shapley: You are finally doing the right thing by sitting next to me. (Whisperingly) Don't tell anyone, you don't have to write a report to your wife on this type of journey. But if you fancy someone, be very careful. As I always say, you can't be too picky. Once, when I was passing through North Carolina, I struck up a conversation with a pretty lady. You know, it's the kind who is very young and very stylish. I am tempted. You know what's going on. Alas, sir, I almost got into the police station car. As soon as my energy came up, she pulled out of the car and went. Do you know who she is? Oh, don't mention it! It's a female robber! She was published in the newspaper. (He pulls out a cigarette and continues-he seems to have lingering fears in retrospect) Yeah, almost got into the police station car. (He lit the cigarette, spit out a puff, and turned to her again) What's the matter, why are you not talking?
Ellie: (want to pour some cold water on him) I think you are working hard by yourself. (But it just made the salesman laugh)
Shapley: Very good... well, close my beak!
Close-up, Ellie tried her best to be patient, and Shapley continued:
Shapley's voice: "...It seems that you are willing to appreciate your face. What I am most happy about is to meet a good lady who can give you back. Because I have a famous saying, the more they look cold and frosty. It's getting hotter and hotter."
Ellie and Shapley can now be seen with Peter in the background.
Shapley: Take the small town I just visited. I ran into a wife who looked good. She is really an iceberg! I opened my mouth and she kept blocking me back. My old Shapley man seems to be an unpopular character. You see, I sell stationery, and this beauty quickly disappointed me. She didn't want anything, even if she wanted it, she didn't want to buy it from me. Well, I said to myself, Shapley, you should go to work. In front of you is an amazing person. Alas, sister, let me tell you, I started a fierce attack on her with my lips and tongue, and turned the woman around like a Russian dance. Before I finished speaking, she bought a lot of things that the company could use for a year. When I opened the way, she made a big fuss!
Ellie didn't listen to him at all. She looked back at Peter from time to time and then stared at Shapley as if he were a lunatic-but Shapley didn't care. He continued to talk and laugh, venting smoke rings on the roof of the car.
Shapley: Yeah. Once a cold lady gets hot, my dear, she's so hot! She also wants to keep me tight. I have gone to three towns and have never seen a woman. (Anxiously) It's not that I can't. To me, that is just a trivial matter. I am more fortunate than my local son brother. They are a little afraid of the local sons and buddies. Too close to home. do you understand me?
Ellie couldn't bear it and wanted to choke him to death.
Shapley's voice: (He continues to say regardless of Ellie's extremely angry eyes) But a bird like me, here today, will fly tomorrow. No one can control it.
At this time, she turned to Peter helplessly, but we saw Peter deliberately ignore her, and then we saw the three of them, Peter in the background.
Shapley: But, I don't want to look for that market anymore. I would rather have my little girl. For example, like you. You are the same as me. Seriously, girl. I can go through all fire and water for you. I was called "Shapley, the sorrowful and depressive", and the accent was on "depressing boredom." real. (Ellie’s patience has reached its limit)
Ellie: (Straightforwardly) Seriously, you are so annoying. (But Shapley just turned around and gave out his characteristic wild laugh)
Shapley: (laughs) Now, you are the second time to reward your face. (He raises two fingers)
Peter: (Approaching them) Hello, you!
Shapley stopped laughing. He gaped up at Peter, still holding two fingers.
Shapley: Huh?
Peter: (pointing to his seat) You sit in that seat over there.
Shapley: What do you mean?
Peter: I want to sit with my—oh—wife, if you don't care. (Shapley's face changed drastically)
Shapley: (confused) Wife?
Peter: Yes, come on, come on!
Shapley: (stands up) Oh, sorry. (Go away) I'm just-you see-having fun.
He smiled obediently and walked sideways to Peter's seat, still holding two fingers. Peter sat down beside Ellie, but completely ignored her, opened the magazine and pretended to read. Then we saw Ellie and Peter next to each other. She stared at him.
Ellie: If you promise not to screw my head off, I would like to thank you.
Peter: (not looking back) Don't mention it. I am not doing this for you. His voice made me nervous.
She was so frustrated that she never went to talk to Peter again. Peter went to read the magazine again.
The panoramic view of the bus, a moment of silence, the car gradually slowed down and stopped. Almost at the same time, a boy selling magazines and sweets appeared.
Boy: Hello fellow villagers. Candy-popcorn-cigarettes-magazines-
We saw Ellie and Peter again, and she turned and called the boy.
Ellie: Come here, kid!
Peter: (turning to her) What are you going to do? Did you telegram and borrow money from a friend of you?
Ellie: (Pulling out her wallet) No, that's no use. Dad will cut it off before they receive it.
Boy: (into the car) Yes, miss?
Ellie: Please give me a box of chocolates.
Peter: (to the boy) Don't listen to her, boy, she doesn't need it. (He gestures to let the boy leave)
Boy: (At a loss) But the lady said--
Ellie: Of course, I want. what do you mean--
Peter: (to the boy) Get out! (The boy was startled by his voice and walked away)
Ellie: (indignantly) You are crazy! (She stands up) Come here, kid!
Peter snatched the wallet from her hand and took out the money. Ellie stared at him intently.
Peter: One piece and six! ...You still had four yuan last night! Can you get to New York if you spend money like this?
Ellie: (excitedly) It's none of your business!
Peter: (definitely) From now on, you have to spend your money as planned! (He threw the wallet to her and put the money in his pocket)
Ellie: But wait a minute—you can't—
Peter: Shut up!
He turned his head to read his magazine, leaving Ellie staring at him angrily, fade away.
Part Four
Somewhere on the highway at night. Obviously it is a suburb of the city. Two local police officers and the car driver stood in the foreground near the police post. When they talked, the rain ran down their cheeks. The passengers were sitting in the cars parked in the background. They stretched out their heads, wanting to hear what was going on.
Police A: You don't want to pass before morning.
Police B: If it's always like this, it may not be in the morning.
Peter approached them and could see him with the police and the driver.
Peter: What happened?
Policeman A: The bridge broke down—near Dawson.
Driver: It seems that we will not be able to pass until morning.
Police B: (This is his only sentence) If it keeps like this, it may not be in the morning.
Policeman A: Anyone of your passengers wants a place to sleep-there is a car shop not far from there.
Peter: (concernedly) Is it? Where?
Policeman A: (pointing) over there, do you see the light?
Peter: I saw it.
Policeman A: That is, that is the Dyke car shop.
Peter: Thank you.
He rushed towards the car. Then he appeared by the side door of the car.
Peter: (Shouting) Hey, little guy—! (He saw Ellie about to get in the car)
The camera moves to the back door of the car. Ellie was standing on the lower pedal.
Ellie: (arrogantly) Are you talking to me!
Peter: Yes, come on, we have to spend the night here.
He walked into the car through the side door. Ellie shook her head restrainedly, and turned around and walked into the car through the back door.
Into the Dyke auto shop. Ellie stood alone in the doorway of a small bungalow to shelter from the rain. A sign above her head read: "Dyke Motor Company-Office".
She looked around anxiously, making it feel like she was waiting for someone. Suddenly, she seemed to be attracted by something and looked over there. Then, about twenty yards away, Ellie saw a small room with lights shining from inside; Peter and the same man-he might be Mr. Dyke-came out of the room. We can't hear what they say; but looking at their actions, it is clear that they are exchanging money. Dyke waved goodbye to him and walked towards Ellie. At the same time, Peter greeted Ellie.
Peter: (Shouting) Hey! bring it on! Everything is done. (He goes into the cabin as he talks)
Ellie hesitated for a while, then walked towards the cabin. Now she hurried across the clearing and passed Dyke.
Dyke: (When they met) Good evening, I hope you and your husband have a good rest.
Ellie continued to run, but suddenly she stopped moving and looked back at Dyke. Close-up, Ellie's eyes widened in surprise. She wished to call Dyke back and ask him to repeat what he had said so that she could clarify what she had heard. But Dyke was gone, and she turned around and looked thoughtfully toward the cabin. Then, she curled her lips slowly, showing a nonchalant expression. Sure enough, this is the case! He didn't show any signs of "hands on" before this; but now, as soon as there is a chance--. However, Peter's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Peter's voice: Hello, boy, what do you think?
She stood still, a close-up shot of Peter, who was standing at the door of the hut looking at Ellie.
Peter: (impatiently) Come on! bring it on! What do you want to do? Stand there all night? (He goes into the cabin)
After a while, Ellie wondered what to do. Then, she stubbornly shook her head, pursed her lips, and walked straight to the cabin. She walked to the cabin, stopped at the door, and looked inside. Then came the interior view of the cabin from her perspective at the door. Apart from two camp beds, some scattered rattan furniture, and a small table on both sides of the hut, there is nothing more than a kerosene stove for cooking. At this time, Peter was tying a rope for drying clothes in the middle of the room. His box has been opened. Now Ellie walked in and looked around contemptuously. Peter turned his back to her, ignoring her arrival; he was working while humming his beloved tune. Ellie finally broke the silence.
Ellie: (sarcastically) So smart, these Armenians.
Peter: (turns around, close shot) No, it's a talent. (He hammers the nail and turns to his box)
Ellie: (with Peter) I heard that you are my husband just now, which makes me very unhappy.
Peter: (carelessly) Oh, I forgot to tell you. I registered my husband and wife. (The nonchalant expression when he speaks surprised her)
Ellie: Ah, are you really doing that? What should I do, jump up with joy?
Peter: I kind of expected you to thank me.
Ellie: Your self-centeredness can be regarded as home.
Peter: (happily) Yes, yes, it's not bad, how about you?
They were silent for a while, and Peter continued to flip through his box. Ellie stared at him, she was furious first, then cynicism.
Ellie: (close-up, with an arrogant look) Compared to you, my friend Shapley is insignificant. (Acutely) How come you think you can do this! You are the most arrogant--
Peter's voice: (interrupting her) Hey, wait a minute! (Approaching her) Now, let's open the skylight and talk brightly. If you have any special thoughts and think that I am interested in you, don't forget it. To me, you are just a headline.
Ellie: (surprised) Headlines? You are not a reporter, are you?
Peter: I wrote the headline for you. Now, you listen, you want to go to Kim Westley, don't you? I can help you. Me, what I want is your exclusive news, a daily news report. The details of your desperate pursuit of happiness. I need that news. Only with you can I get it.
Ellie: Then you are too smart? You can’t look good, you still have a brain, don’t you? You have planned everything, including here.
Peter: Is it here? Oh, that's just a simple mathematical problem. These cabins cost two yuan for a night. I’m sorry to have to tell you, dear wife, our family is not enough to cover the cost of living separately. (He walks back to find something in the box)
Ellie: (Leaving) Okay, thank you, thank you very much. But-thanks to you for bothering. (The heavy rain outside made her hesitate)
Peter: Ah, what's the matter? I don’t care, go to the storm, but I’ll follow you, okay? By the way, if you go your own way, I will have to hand you over to your old man immediately. Understand? In a word, this is all my plan. This is the simple way that simple-minded people came up with. Now, if you behave, I want to get you to Kim Westley; if not, I will tell your father the news. Okay, which bed would you like to sleep in, this one? OK.
As he spoke, he picked up an extra blanket on the bed and hung it on the clothesline, dividing the room in half.
A close shot of a doorway shows that Ellie is watching him with interest.
Ellie: (jokingly) I see, uh, everything is well arranged.
Peter: (Back to the foreground) Hmm, this one? I like to be quiet when I rest. I am very picky in this regard. I hate people looking at me. (He hangs up the blanket) Behold, the walls of Jericho (note 2)! Maybe it is not as thick as the wall that Joshua used to blow down with a trumpet, but it is much safer than it. You see, I don't have a speaker. (Takes out pajamas) Now I want you to see if my heart is right. I want to give you my best set of pajamas.
He threw the pajamas over to her, she caught it, and threw it on her bed. She didn't move from the door during the whole scene, but now Peter was about to undress.
Peter: Are you unwilling to be an Israeli?
Ellie: You are not talking about it, right?
Peter: (Close shot, hesitantly continues to undress) Well, don't be an Israeli. You may be interested in knowing how a man undresses. (He puts his coat on the chair) That is very interesting. It is a psychology. No two men have the same escape. (Now he takes off his shirt)
Close shot, Ellie still stood stubbornly.
Peter's voice: Once, I knew a guy who took off his clothes completely. He has been wearing a hat. (Chuckling) What a funny look.
In a shot of two people, Peter puts his shirt over his coat.
Peter: A few years later, his secrets were revealed. It turned out he was wearing a wig.
He hesitated to light a cigarette, but she still stared at him without embarrassment, with challenging eyes gleaming in her eyes.
Peter: I have my own proclivities, you noticed it, I first take off my shirt, then tie, then shirt, now—according to Houle’s rule (Note 3), the next step is to take off my pants. But this is where I am different. I take off my shoes first, and then, I--
Ellie: (Unbearable) Smart guy!
She hurriedly walked behind the blanket and sat down on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about what to do, and she felt that she was caught in a trap. She was anxious to leave, even if she only showed this clever fellow that he was not dealing with a child, so she stood up suddenly and walked to the window.
A close shot of the window, she looked out the window. The pouring rain showed no sign of ab
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