/[USA]A·Bauer
Translated/Wang Wei
Prison—
A close-up of a drop of water during the day (fading in) in the prison room . The water droplets slowly gathered at the lower end of the faucet, turning into a full and heavy drop of water, and when it was about to fall, a beam of light passed through it. The camera slowly opened, and we saw another drop of water slowly gathering and falling, and then another drop... The drop of water fell into a metal pool of water; every drop of water fell, excited in the middle of the pool. With ring-shaped ripples, we can hear the monotonous and heavy sound of the water droplets falling into the water, tap, tap, tap...
Rich (voice-over, humming with the sound of the drop of water): I am repairing one Hole, the rain enters from here... The
camera cuts to the face of a young man. His hair is a short military hairstyle, and he observes the dripping water as if hypnotized. The camera slowly advances towards him. This is Rich Fitz, 20 years old, but his eyes seem to be far beyond this age. Behind his calm and peaceful expression, there are some pain and danger hidden...He hummed softly to himself.
Richie: So I don't think about it anymore...
Through the isolation fence of the prison cell, we saw Richie sitting by the small bed in the single cell, staring intently at the metal pool on the opposite wall.
Ritchie: Where will it go...
the picture on the TV screen-the
courtroom scene During the day,
a gloomy and sluggish young girl sits behind a table in the courtroom with several lawyers next to her. Subtitles were added to the bottom of the TV screen: The girl was accused of harbouring and killing her father's murderer; in the lower right corner of the screen is the TV program logo with "court trial", and the words "Life Channel" in the lower left corner.
The girl is Jane Burnham, 17 years old. She has dark, expressive eyes, looking blankly at the table in front of her.
District Attorney (voice-over): Could you please tell the court how long you have been with the defendant as friends?
Angela (Voiceover): Oh, we know each other seems to be in the 5th grade, but we became friends this year...
Jane raised her head and looked at Angela Haye who was sitting on the witness stand with hostile eyes S. Angela is also 17 years old, with amazing beauty and mature posture. It can be said that she is the archetype of popular lover. She is being questioned by the district attorney.
District Attorney: During that time, did Jane say that she hated her father? We are still in the courtroom
during the day
, and the trial continues. When the district attorney asked Angela a question, several TV cameras were facing Angela.
Angela: Yes.
District Attorney: To be precise-what did she say at the time?
Angela: Oh, she said she hated him so much and hoped that he would die.
District Attorney: Did she tell you why she hated her father?
Angela hesitated, but she seemed to be eager to answer this question.
Angela: She said her father was embarrassing and she couldn't live anymore, could she?
Angela looked at Jane, and Jane stared at her with bitter hatred.
Angela: She said that her parents made her feel very embarrassed, but her father was even more exaggerated. Someone should have killed him. But she said that her mother was just too pitiful, and she shouldn't be allowed to...die.
In the corner of the courtroom, a well-dressed, about 40-year-old woman was sitting, trying to suppress her sobbing. This is Jane's mother, Caroline Burnham.
Angela turned around on the witness stand, and she looked a little apologetic.
Angela: I'm sorry, Mrs. Burnham, but she did say so.
Jane leaned against the table, covering her face tightly with her hands.
Angela (to Jane): You said that, you said so.
Police station-inside the corridor during the day
This is a police station in the suburbs. Like ordinary police stations, there are one after another phone ringing, police officers holding notepads, and some unknown people who are being recorded. The front door opened and Colonel Frank Fitz walked in with a Manila envelope. Fitz is 50 years old, pretty handsome, with short gray military hair and still looks healthy and powerful as before, but his eyes tell us that he is not happy and has been depressed for many years. He walked to the reception desk, and the police officer behind the desk looked up at him with little enthusiasm.
Colonel: I want to talk to Detective Freeman.
Police station-Detective office interior. A few minutes later,
Detective Freeman, potbellied and exhausted, opened the door and walked into his office, nodding to Colonel Fitz inside.
Freeman: How about Colonel Fitz? (Looking away) Sorry, this is really a stupid question, all these things are over-are you okay?
He moved a chair to the colonel, and then sat down behind his desk.
Freeman: So, what do I need to do for you?
The colonel sighed and looked at the Manila envelope in his hand.
Colonel: I found something, I think you should take a look.
Freeman: Okay.
But the colonel was still sitting there, holding the envelope in his hand.
Colonel: I don't want to do this... (holding back tears) But I have been educated about responsibility since I was a child, but I can't teach my son something...
he collapsed. Freeman walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. But the colonel shrugged suddenly and got rid of the detective's hand.
Colonel: No...
Freeman walked back respectfully. The colonel controlled his emotions, and without looking up, handed the envelope to the detective. The detective walked back to his desk while carefully looking at the envelope; after opening the envelope, he took out an unmarked video tape that was over 8mm. He looked at the colonel in surprise.
Prison-Prison room scene During the day,
Rich sat expressionlessly, staring at the dripping drops of water.
Rich (humming softly): The crack in the door, I'm filling it in... A set of fast video clips of recent news on the
TV screen
, with various celebrities, thinly-dressed models, etc. inserted in the middle, accompanied by Title music of the TV section. The program name "The Real Dirt" (The Real Dirt) quickly rotates to the position of the subtitles, and the sound effect is a bit exaggerated.
Inside the studio of the TV screen news program "True Dust"
A news anchor who is suitable for TV studios speaks to us. At the bottom left of the host is the logo of the show with "True Dust" written, and behind the host is a photo of Jane and Rich.
Moderator (Australian accent): Lester Burnham was deliberately and brutally murdered in a pool of cold blood. It is said that the murderer who became the victim was a minor mentally ill person personally hired by the victim's daughter Jane. This case caused an uproar in the United States and caused great shock to people. Tonight in the "True Dust" program, we will exclusively show you a shocking video tape, from which we can see how Jane and the murder suspect Richard Fitz became evil accomplices.
Videotape Fitz’s house—Rich’s bedroom interior during the day
Jane was leaning against the bed, naked, smoking cigarettes containing marijuana, the “True Dust” program logo is still displayed at the bottom left of the screen, and Jane’s breasts are blurred by digital technology NS.
Jane: I need a father who can be my role model, not a show boy who can see him in shorts every time I take my girlfriend home from school. (Blows his nose) As if that way he would have some chance. It's so pitiful. Someone really ought to make him die and get rid of the pain.
Jane played with her hair thoughtfully.
Rich (voice-over): Do you want me to kill him for you?
Jane stared at the camera in disbelief, then laughed.
Jane: OK, will you?
Inside the courtroom During the day
when the jury members were engrossed in the videotape, our camera slowly shook their faces, capturing their hypnotized expressions.
Rich (voice-over): You have to spend money.
Jane (Voiceover): I have been an hourly worker since I was 10 years old, and now I have almost three thousand dollars.
We saw that the video tape was played by a video player and a monitor placed in front of the court; there was no TV station’s "Real Dust" program mark, and no digital blurring of Jane’s naked body.
On the monitor, Jane sat up from the bed with a smile on her face-
Jane: To save money, I was doing a stupid job.
In the monitor, Jane stood up and shook her breasts.
In the courtroom, Jane's mother Caroline looked at these, almost fainted in shock, clutching a decently dressed, silver-haired man with her hands.
Jane (voice-over): But I can wait.
Jane was watching from her seat, her face was angry, distrustful and helpless. The camera slowly moved towards Jane.
Rich (voice-over): You know, that’s not a very good thing. You have to hire someone to kill your dad.
Tears fell when Jane blinked, but she remained silent. Jane returned to the bed
on the monitor
.
Jane: Okay, I think I—not a very good girl, so... am I?
Jane leaned back and smiled at us dreamily.
Prison-Prison Room Scenery During the day,
Rich was leaning on his crib with his back, his eyes fixed on us, and his face also had a dreamy smile.
Rich (humming softly): For some things, I'm putting time into it... But yesterday, it didn't matter...
(Fade out to black field)
In the dark, with the subtitles fading in and out, we heard Vic Damon is singing "I am a kid no one wants".
Subtitle: A year ago
(fade in)
suburban early morning location
The camera flicked over a high-class neighborhood inhabited by the middle class. The wide and straight streets were lined with neat elms and plane trees. These families are traditional and well-kept families. The camera moves down, close to the ground, and we see two male joggers. Observe the jogger from another angle. The camera is parallel to them, following the shot from the side. Both of them are in their 30s, strong physique, gentle and handsome. They ran past a sign that said "Robin Hood Trail".
Suddenly, a man came into our field of vision, and he was flying like a superman about 3 feet above the heads of the two joggers. He was wearing old-fashioned pajamas and a plaid flannel robe. When he flew over the heads of the two joggers, they looked up and waved excitedly like children; then the man accelerated and left them behind.
When the man was about to fly down the street, a barking dog ran under him, jumping up desperately, trying to catch him. The man swooped down and grabbed the puppy for amusement, and painted a mark on the puppy; at the end of the street, a little boy on a bicycle threw newspapers on the porches of each house, or put it as far as he could. The place. Seeing this flying man, the little boy deliberately threw the newspaper high in the air. The dog jumped up and wanted to hold the newspaper, the flying man laughed, and flew straight to the newspaper like being shot by a cannon, grabbed it, swooped down, and gently threw the newspaper in a luxuriously decorated room with planting on both sides. On the porch of a two-story building with distinctive cedar, red doors and wooden roofs.
The little boy on the bicycle watched in admiration. The man flew over the little boy's head and messed up his hair easily. The puppy barked again. The little boy threw another newspaper into the air, this time it was much higher than last time, and the man always grinned before he was ready to fly out to catch the newspaper. We would find it very funny...
( Switch)
Burnham House—Master bedroom interior view during the day
We heard the deafening ringing of an alarm clock, and Vic Damon was still singing "I am a child who no one wants" somewhere in the house. Outside, a dog was still barking. We saw the man flying in the street just now lying in the middle of the big bed covered with expensive linen sheets, still sleeping in that old-fashioned pajamas. He reached out for the alarm clock to stop it, his eyes closed tightly, as if he wanted to stay in his dream, but the dream was over. He sighed and opened his eyes. This is Lester Burnham, Caroline's husband and Jane's father. He is 42 years old and has a broad face of a big boy, and this face is falling towards the edge of life. He sat up on the bed and wiped his face with his hand.
Now, we are in a large, comfortable bedroom, beautiful and chic, but not extravagantly pretentious-almost a replica of the archbishop's room. Lester got up from his king's wide bed and walked to a window overlooking the street. The window was covered with stylish wooden blinds. He lifted a curtain with his fingers and stared out. Lester's point of view
, the dog that appeared in Leicester's dream of flying, was barking excitedly at us from behind the white fenced courtyard wall facing the street. The subjective shot of the dog in the
daytime outside of Burnham's house
—
Lester looked over here from the bedroom with street windows in his dream just now—we recognized the special cedar next to the house. The house has a wooden roof. The dog continued to bark.
Lester (voice-over): My name is Lester Burnham, I am 42 years old, and within a year, I will die.
Burnham's house-view of the shower room in the master bedroom.
We saw Leicester taking a shower and a waterproof radio playing country music. He stood there with his eyes closed, his face facing the sprinkler, and he stood there with hot water.
Lester (voice-over): From a certain point of view, I am dead.
Looking at the shower room from the outside, through the glass door and water vapor in the shower room, we can see the looming nakedness of Leicester. Obviously, he is masturbating.
Lester (voice-over, witty): Look, I did this when listening to country music, and I hated this kind of trash when I was young. (Pause) It's funny, it's the climax of my day, and then nothing is boring.
Burnham's house-the outside scene of the yard continues
a close-up of a beautiful, dewy "American Beauty" rose, full-bodied and colorful.
The camera was pulled out, a pair of gloved hands, a pair of gardening shears entered the frame and cut the rose.
The camera continued to pull away, and we saw Caroline Burnham in the garden in front of the house. She was cutting flowers and putting them in the flower basket; she showed no hesitation on her face lacking sense of humor; Even working in the garden, she is impeccably dressed, dressed in color-coordinated gardening clothes, and surrounded by a lot of useful but expensive tools.
Lester (voice-over): That's my wife Caroline. Look at her posture of pruning those branches, is it like planting obstacles? She is not like that occasionally.
Next to the fence of the house opposite Lester's, the familiar dog was still barking. A well-groomed, robust man in a conservative suit was walking across the driveway, putting a blue plastic trash bag in the trash can by the fence.
Jim I: Bitsey, be quiet.
Lester (voice-over): That's our neighbor, Jim, next door.
Another well-groomed, robust man in a conservative suit appeared at the front door.
Jim II: What's wrong with this dog? Get up early in the morning and run around.
Jim I: It's not good for people.
Jim II (frowning): You are saying bad things about it.
Lester (voice-over, meaning the second man): That is his lover Jim.
We recognized these two Jim as the joggers who appeared in Leicester's dream.
Jim II (sternly): Bitsey, don't call, come in, now.
Bitsey immediately stopped barking and followed Jim II into the room.
Lester (Voiceover): It's strange that they have the same name, but they can't get it wrong.
Jim II stepped into the Ford Torus car, and Jim I crossed the street to greet Caroline.
Jim I: Good morning, Caroline.
Caroline (excessively friendly): Good morning, Jim! I love your tie! That color!
Jim I: I love your rose! How do you make them look so good?
Caroline: Okay, let me tell you, it's an eggshell and a miracle!
The camera changes angle, and Lester is standing there in a bathrobe behind a window on the second floor of the house, wiping his hair while looking down at them.
Lester (voice-over): Cough! Looking at her, I felt boring.
Lester’s point of view: We can’t hear what they’re talking about, but Caroline is overly enthusiastic and emotional, just like the host of a TV talk show.
Lester (voice-over): She hasn't always been like this. She used to be happy, we used to be happy...
Jim Ⅱ put the Ford in gear and drove out into the street, Jim Ⅰ waved to Caroline, jumped into the car and left.
Caroline quickly returned to her previous expression and continued to cut the flowers.
Lester (voice-over): For her, I am useless. The only thing that excites her now is money.
Burnham House-Jane's bedroom interior
close-up. A pair of young woman's hands are counting money. The camera opened, and we saw Jane Lester sitting at a table, wearing jeans and a tight cotton sling top. When she counted the money, she looked as decisively and indifferently as her mother.
Lester (voice-over): This is my daughter Jane, my only child. She is like her mother in many ways, although she never wants to admit it.
After counting the money, Jane put up the wallet with paper, and then sat down in front of the computer to input something.
Close-up of a computer monitor: The screen is a private banking financial software. We see that the number 38.00 has been entered under the item "Storage", and then a new number has appeared under the item "Total": US$2,853.06.
Jane smiled, she was very happy. She stuffed the money into the backpack hanging on the door of her closet, and then looked at herself at the front of a mirror that could illuminate her whole body. Then, she leaned over, straightened her waist, frowned,
raised her breasts as much as possible, then turned to face the mirror, and hugged herself tightly with her hands to increase the depth of her cleavage.
Lester (voice-over): Jane is a beautiful and individual young man. Easy to get angry, very restless, and unstable. I wish to tell her that everything will pass, (pause) but I don't want to lie to her.
We heard the sound of car horns coming from outside. Jane quickly grabbed her backpack, took out a large flannel coat from the closet, and walked out of the house.
The exterior scene of Burnham's house during the day.
A royal blue garbage truck occupies the screen during the day . The truck uses a mechanical arm to lift a blue city garbage can from the street and dump the garbage in the bucket into the truck. On the side of the truck it reads: Rockwell City Health Department/Let the garbage recycle!
In the driveway of Burnham’s house, Caroline is now wearing a completely different but equally exquisite coat for work. Standing next to a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz ML320, she stretches out her hands on the steering wheel of the driver’s seat again. Press the horn.
Caroline's point of view: Lester appeared at the gate, wearing a suit often worn by businessmen, carrying a briefcase, and wearing a tie while walking. Jane followed him closely, buttoning her flannel shirt and her backpack hanging from one of her shoulders. Caroline frowned at both of them.
Caroline: Jane, dear, do you want to look ugly?
Jane: Yes.
Caroline: Well, congratulations, you have succeeded, which is really enviable.
The spring of Lester's briefcase suddenly came off, and his papers, newspapers, etc. fell on the ground. When he bent down to pick up these items, Jane walked around him.
Jane: Go well, Dad.
Lester looked up at Jane timidly, then at Caroline.
Lester's point of view: Caroline looked down at him, she showed a hint of arrogance and boredom, as if she had given up expecting something.
Lester: I have always wanted to do this thing well...
He smiled and seemed to want to relax the atmosphere, but Caroline's expression remained unchanged.
She opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Jane sat in the guest seat, while Lester climbed into the back seat.
Mercedes-Benz ML320 began to slowly slide onto the street.
Lester (voice-over): Well, this is my family, this is my life ...... (laughs) You should know that I can not be so worried about it ......
Mercedes-Benz ML320 car scene later
Caroline drove Jane Looking out the car window, Lester fell asleep in the back seat. Clint Black sang "Thug" on the stereo radio.
Jane: Why do we listen to this shit music?
Caroline: Because it was popular before.
Jane kept tuning the knob, looking for another radio frequency. Suddenly something caught Caroline’s sight:
Caroline’s point of view: There is an advertisement on a stool at a bus stop, on it is a man with a sophisticated look, wearing a silver coat, and a toothy grin. The following is written "Leonardo Kane-Real Estate Emperor-Rockwell City has the highest sales record in three years". We recognized him as the man sitting next to Caroline in the courtroom.
Caroline stared at the advertisement and drove by; obviously, the advertisement was annoying her.
Jane: I really don't understand how you listen to this kind of music that sounds like a farmer in the southeastern mountainous area throwing dice. The music made me really want to buy a gun and kill the Burger King who came out there.
Caroline: Well, your father will be the last person to drive this car. You know I don’t like country music myself. This kind of music... is too general, and the nasal sound is heavy. I prefer Sinatra, Bobby Delhi, Doris Day...
Jane finally found a frequency she likes-"The Choice of Melancholy Rock".
They went on driving, no one spoke for a while, and then—
Jane: Wake up, Dad, we're here.
Leicester did not respond.
Jane: Dad, look. It was Gas Brook. He was wearing a handsome cowboy hat. Maybe you will get his autograph.
Caroline (smiles secretly): Jane, forget it.
Short-distance train interior view During the day,
Leicester sat in a crowded carriage with his head against the window, and soon fell asleep again.
Lester (voice-over): My wife and my daughter both think I am the biggest loser.
He held a paper coffee cup in his hand and placed it casually on his lap; slowly, the coffee cup tilted over, and the coffee spilled out and flowed down his trouser legs. He is still asleep.
Lester (voice-over): They are right. I have lost something very important, but I am not sure what it is, but I know I will always... quietly lose something.
Finally, Lester opened an eye.
Lester’s point of view: Looking forward from the front of the train, the camera is shooting the front of the train, moving very fast towards a tunnel.
Lester (voice-over): But what do you know? If it can be lost and regained, then it will never be too late.
The train accelerates into the tunnel and into the darkness.
A
close-up of the interior of the office building during the day , a computer monitor, and rolling subtitles. These subtitles scroll so fast that we can't see them clearly, but we can still vaguely recognize some words: marketing, profit, strategy... etc.
Lester sat in his workshop, which was a gray-brown cubicle. He was staring at the monitor, talking to someone on the phone with a headset.
His voice is soft and friendly, but his facial expressions are not pleasant, and the whole person looks very strange.
Lester: Hello, this is Lester Burnham of Media Monthly. I want to find Mr. Keane... Actually, I have left him a message, to be exact, about 4 A message...I understand, but I have some questions. Your new product has not been fully reported yet...
Brad, a gentle-looking man in his early 30s appeared behind Leicester. Lester soon felt his presence.
Lester (to the microphone): I have given you my phone number... (sighs) 555-5419.
Yes. Lester Burnham. thanks.
He tapped on his computer keyboard, then turned to Brad, smiling perfunctorily.
Brad: Les, can you give me one minute?
Lester: For you, Brad? I have five minutes.
Brad: Okay, why don't we talk in my office?
He smiled and walked away. Lester looked at him, frowning.
The interior of Brad's office was a moment later
Brad sat behind his desk.
Brad: ...so I'm sure you can understand that we need to cut staff here.
Lester sat opposite him, curled up in the chair like a young man sent to the principal's office.
Leicester: Of course. Time is tight, you have to spend money in a hurry, spending money must make money.
Brad: Exactly.
Brad stood up, ready to lead Leicester out of the office, but Leicester sat still.
Lester (Blurred out): One of our department directors paid a prostitute with a company Mastercard, and the prostitute spent three months in St. Gerges with a credit card. What happened?
Brad (surprised): This is an untenable rumor.
Lester: That's fifty thousand dollars, which is worth the monthly salary of a staff member. Maybe it was because Craig had to pay the prostitute fee that someone was fired!
Brad: Gosh, calm down. No one was fired. Now, we let every employee write a job review because we want them to describe what they can do for the company. In this way, management can judge who is valuable and who is...
Lester: Waste.
Brad: This is just business.
Lester (angrily): I have been writing for this magazine for 14 years, Brad, how long have you been here, a month?
Brad (frankly) Yes. Les, you are a good person, and I treat you honestly. This is an opportunity for you to redeem your job.
Lester leaned back in his chair, looking confused.
The interior of the short-distance train will be the
same as the foreground soon . Lester was sitting in a crowded train, leaning his head against the window. But this time, he did not fall asleep; as the train ran forward through the tunnel, he glared at the darkness outside the window.
The exterior scene of Burnham's house that evening,
Caroline drove a Mercedes-Benz ML320 into the driveway of her home. A moving truck was parked at the light blue gate of the colonial building next to Leicester's house. Only the couch was carried into the house.
Lester and Caroline walked out of the Mercedes-Benz ML320 and looked at the door of this house.
Caroline: That's it, you write the damn thing.
Lester: Don’t you think it’s weird and a bit fascist?
Caroline: Maybe. But you don't want to be fired.
Lester: Oh, all right. Let us all sell our souls to Satan, because there is nothing more convenient than this.
Caroline (sighs): Can you be more dramatic? (Looking at the moving truck next door) Well, we finally have a new neighbor again. What a coincidence. If the Loumans let me be their agent instead of... (very contemptuously) some real estate king, that house would be sold within a week, and would not wait six months for nothing in the market.
Lester: They still chopped down their banyan tree for you.
Caroline: Their banyan tree? But these trees are on our land boundary.
Burnham House-Restaurant Interior That night
we could hear the stereo radio playing "You Are So Beautiful" by John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman. Leicester, Caroline and Jane are sitting at the table for dinner. They were lit by candlelight, and there were red roses in the vase in the middle of the table. As they were eating, the camera slowly circled them to take pictures. When they ate, they didn't communicate with each other, and they didn't even realize the existence of other people. Until...
Jane: Mom, why do we always listen to this elevator music?
Caroline (thinking): Yes, yes, we don't need to listen. Someday you will make me a rich, delicious and nutritious meal that will make me appetite. You can listen to whatever you want.
Leicester: So, how is the school?
Jane (suspiciously): Very good.
Lester: Just good?
Jane: No, Dad. Awful.
Lester: Want to know how things are going on with my work?
Now she looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
Lester: They hired this efficiency expert. He really didn't mean anything to me, but I really hate him. Look, they want to fire someone, but they have to take into account the democratic politics. Everyone has to write a "job review" for him, hoping to let the management see it, and say "Wow, we can't live without this person..."
His voice Gradually lowered, obviously I hope Jane will react.
Lester (finally): Can you care more or less, okay?
Caroline straightened up and looked at the kitchen.
Jane (unhappy): Dad, what do you expect? You can't suddenly become my best friend because you have a problem. (Straight up, looking at the kitchen) I mean, you never say hello to me. You haven't talked to me for months.
Jane left the table. Lester noticed that Caroline was looking at him critically.
Lester: Oh, what are you looking at, you are Mother of the Year? You treat her like an employee.
Caroline (shocked): What? !
Lester (gets up and follows Jane): You treat both of us like employees.
Caroline looked at him in amazement, her expression sluggish.
The interior view of Burnham’s house continues.
This is a huge kitchen similar to a workshop. White tiles are spread from the floor to the ceiling, and some stainless steel tableware, antiques, hardware and lights are set up. It is the kind of return to simplicity but expensive Kitchen design. Jane was standing by the sink, washing her dishes. Lester walked into the kitchen.
Lester: Honey, I'm sorry, I...
Jane turned and stared at him, waiting for him to finish.
Lester: I'm sorry, I haven't made any greater achievements. I... I am...
He hopes to get some help from Jane, but she feels uncomfortable with this sudden intimacy and can't give him anything.
Lester: You know, you don't always have to wait for me to come to you...
Jane: Oh, well, it's me now.
The outside scene of Burnham's house later
passed the camera, and we saw Lester and Jane walking into the kitchen through the window of the greenhouse. We can't hear what they are talking about, but the conversation is obviously not going well. Jane put her dishes in the dishwasher and walked away. We watched her walk out of the kitchen, and then the camera followed Lester behind her.
Close-up, shot of a high-tech camcorder. Our camera pulled away, and we saw Rich Fitz, who was manipulating the camera, and we recognized this as the young man in the prison cell at the beginning of the film. His short hair and rigid clothes give a conservative impression. Our gaze stayed for a moment on his calm face, and then... the
Burnham House—the kitchen interior continues
Lester was standing by the pool, washing the dishes, his face gloomy. Suddenly he raised his head and looked out the window, seeming to realize that he was being spied on. Lester's point of view: He saw where Richie was standing just now, and now Richie is gone. Lester frowned, turned off the faucet, took a towel to wipe his hands, and threw the towel on the bar when he walked out of the kitchen. We saw a framed photo next to the towel. The lens slowly pans towards this photo. There are Lester, Caroline and young Jane in the photo, which seems to have been taken at a playground some years ago. The photos show that they looked very happy at that time. We heard whistles and applause.
The interior of the high school gymnasium
is a high school basketball game at night . Participating in the competition is a group of boys, mostly black. The game was lively and interesting. One of the teams wore a combination of light blue and white sportswear. A team scored, and the audience was thrilled.
Next to the bleacher high school band, there is a group of about 20 girls sitting in uniform short sportswear with a combination of light blue and white. The clothes are both revealing and innocent. Among them, Jane and Angela Hayes sat next to each other. We recognized this girl as the girl on the witness stand. Jane stood up and looked back and forth at the stands.
Angela: Who are you looking for?
Jane: My parents are coming tonight. They are trying to show their active interest in me.
Angela: I hate it. If my mother did this, I would hate her.
Jane: They are so annoying-why can't they live their lives?
Mercedes-Benz ML320 interior later
Caroline drove Lester was jogged on the guest.
Lester: What makes you so sure that she wants us to go? Did she invite us?
Caroline: Of course not. She didn't want us to know how important it was to her. But she has been practicing dancing for several weeks.
Lester: But I dare to bet you that she won't like us like this, and I'm going to miss the James Bond series on TV.
Caroline: Leicester, this is business. I think the distance between you and Jane is getting farther and farther.
Lester: Farther and farther? ——She hates me.
Caroline: She did it on purpose.
Lester: She hates you too.
Caroline stared at him, not knowing how to answer.
The interior of the high school gymnasium
. The group of girls in uniform costumes we saw a moment ago are now standing in teams on the gymnasium.
Announcer (via megaphone): Attention, it's time for intermission to entertain and see which girl from Rockwell High School can win the grand prize in the dance competition!
In the crowded stands, Leicester and Caroline were looking for seats.
Lester: We can leave when this is over, right?
The high school band began to play "Top of the World".
On the floor of the gymnasium, cheerleading girls danced neatly with performance smiles.
They rehearse very well, they are so young, and they dance very hard, hoping to win prizes. Lester found her daughter who was performing in the stands.
Lester's point of view: Jane dances very well, her thoughts are concentrated, and her dance moves are serious. Behind her is Angela.
Angela moved awkwardly, but obviously elegance was not her forte. Suddenly she just saw us and smiled, a lazy, reserved smile. Lester was in his seat, leaning forward, watching intently.
Lester's point of view: His eyes focused on Angela. Everything started to slow down, I could hardly feel it... The music became illusory... She also kept peeking at the audience in the stands... He looked at Angela dreamily, dumbfounded. The camera slowly pans towards Angela.
Lester's point of view: The light hitting Angela's body continued to intensify, and to some extent it was clearly brighter than other girls. Instead, her clumsiness reflects a certain soft elegance. The music of "Top of the World" gradually turned into dreamlike and hypnotic music. The light hitting Angela became brighter, and the other girls around her disappeared...Lester was enchanted.
Lester's point of view: Angela is looking directly at him now, just dancing for Lester. When the music continues to soften, her dancing looks frivolous and provocative, almost erotic. She began to unzip the zippers of her clothes seductively, her expression was both innocent and familiar. She unzipped the zipper...numerous red roses
came out of it...the camera was cut quickly-- Angela danced neatly after the
high school gymnasium interior
scene, surrounded by other girls again.
After the high school band played the last note, the dancing girls took the final pose, and thunderous cheers were heard around them. Caroline applauded with the other audience. Lester was still sitting there, eyes unable to move away from Angela.
The outside scene of the high school gymnasium later the
game ended. Lester and Caroline were standing near the main entrance, and people pouring out of the stadium.
Caroline: Forget it, I can't wait any longer. There is still something to do tomorrow.
Lester (emphasis): We can't leave without seeing her.
Caroline looked at him strangely.
Lester: Hi, this is what you said. (Then calling) Jane!
Jane and Angela, changing their performance clothes, walked out of the gymnasium. Jane reluctantly walked to her parents in amazement, and Angela followed her.
Lester: Honey, you are awesome. congratulations.
Jane: I won nothing.
Leicester (to Angela): Hi, this is Leicester, Jane's father.
Angela: Oh, hi.
Jane: This is my friend Angela Hayes.
Lester: Well, it's nice to see you. You did a great job, too, tonight—very...excellent.
Angela (happily): Thank you.
Caroline (holds Jane): My dear, I am proud of you. I watched you dance very carefully, you never messed up. (Then, to Leicester) Then, we have to go (to the parking lot).
Lester (remaining): What are the girls going to do now?
Jane: Dad.
Angela: We are going to eat pizza outside.
Lester: So, we can send you off?
Angela: Thank you. I own a car.
Leicester: That's great! Oh, Jane also hopes to have a car soon, doesn't she, dear?
Jane (excitedly): Dad. Mom is waiting for you, she seems to have to do her hair.
Lester: Well, it's nice to meet you, Angela. Any...oh...Jane's friend is my friend.
Angela smiled at him, knowing that she had the upper hand. He has been bewildered, emotional, and—
Lester: Then... I think I will see you soon, I guess.
Angela: ...
When Leicester passed them in the car, he waved his hands awkwardly.
Jane: Could he be more pitiful?
Angela: I think he is very sweet. (Then) And I think he hasn't had sex with your mother for a long time.
A few hours later
, the interior of the Burnham's master bedroom was close-up. A red rose petal fell quietly and lightly in the air like a feather.
We were in Leicester and Caroline’s bedroom, looking down from the roof of the two people lying on the bed. Even in her sleep, Caroline's expression was still firm and indifferent. Lester was in good spirits, staring at the camera.
Lester (voice-over): This thing is really strange...
Rose petals float into the picture and fall on his pillow.
Lester (Voiceover): I feel like I've been asleep for 20 years, only to wake up now.
More rose petals fell on the bed.
Lester (Voiceover): I feel younger...happy...
he smiles at the ceiling...
Lester's point of view: Angela, naked, is floating on it, as if in the water, lazily playing with the countless rose petals around her, the petals falling one after another. Her hair was fluffy, with a wonderful sheen. She looked down, smiling, and this smile meant everything: sympathy, invitation, lust...
When the rose petals fell on Lester's face, he smiled at Angela, and then laughed.
Leicester (voice-over): It's so beautiful...
Robin Hood Trail exterior scene. Later,
a white BMW 328 convertible rushes briskly on the one approaching but has not yet driven into the doorway of Leicester's house. On the way.
Angela's BMW car interior later
Angela was driving and Jane was sitting in the guest seat.
Both girls were very excited, and both looked hysterical when they laughed. Gradually, their laughter softened. The popular song "Candy" sung by Iggy Pope is playing on the car radio.
Jane: I'm so sorry, my dad is really weird tonight.
Angela: It's okay, I'm used to people who look greedy at me. (Light a cigarette) This situation started when I was 12 years old. My parents and I go out for dinner, every Thursday night, eat red lobster. When I walked in, everyone stared at me. I know what they are thinking, just like I thought when I knew the boys in school masturbated...
Jane: Disgusting.
Angela: No, I like this. It is now too. If even people I don’t know want to have sex with me when they see me, it means that I do have the possibility of being a model. This is good, the worst thing in life is mediocrity.
Jane (staring at her feet): I think this is really possible.
Angela: Oh, I know. Because if you want something to happen, really, it will happen sooner or later. (Pause) Maybe I should go in and say goodnight to your dad.
The two girls suddenly laughed again.
The exterior scene of Burnham's house was later
seen from the camera: Jane got out of the car, still smiling, and beckoned to Angela who was driving away.
She walked towards the house and the camera moved forward. She suddenly turned around, noticed the presence of the camera, and looked directly at the camera.
Jane's point of view: We saw that the house next door where the moving car was parked earlier, is now the colonel’s light blue colonial building. But the porch was shrouded in darkness... Then a porch light suddenly turned on, showing that Rich, sitting on a white chair, had just lit the light. As always, he still wears that old-fashioned suit. A pager is tied to his belt, and the camera hangs loosely around his neck. Jane was irritated and stared at him angrily.
Jane: Bastard.
He looked at her curiously, then raised his camera to continue shooting at her.
Rich's point of view (via camera): Jane turned around angrily and walked quickly towards her house, making an insulting gesture with her finger as she walked.
Burnham's house-interior view of the
hall. Jane walked into the hall later , closed the door and locked it, quickly turned off the light reserved for her, and peeked out through a window...
Jane's point of view: Fitz The porch light was still on, but Rich was no longer there.
Jane walked up the stairs quietly. Then, when we could barely see her, she smiled; it was the smile of a girl excitedly discovering that she was a goal pursued by a boy.
(Fade out)
Burnham's house-Jane's bedroom interior
close-up the next morning , an address book. A man’s hand was turning the address book to page H, and his fingers quickly slid on the list until it stopped on Angela Hayes’s name...
Lester, already dressed for work, was right. Lean on Jane's desk and check her address book.
We can hear Jane taking a shower in the next bathroom, singing "Candy" loudly. Lester picked up Jane's phone and began to dial.
Jane (voice-over, singing): I have a hole...in my heart...for so long...
close-up, Lester, the microphone is in his ear, he is very nervous.
Angela (voice-over, via phone line): Hello? Hey?
Lester was stunned, speechless. Suddenly, the shower in the next room was turned off, and Jane stopped singing. Lester hung up the phone and quickly exited the house. After a while, the phone rang. Jane rushed out of the bathroom, dripping water, and picked up the phone.
Jane: Hello?
The interior view of the Hayes house-Angela's bedroom. Later,
Angela spread out on all fours, lying on the bed comfortably, talking on the phone. The walls in her room are full of pictures of supermodels.
Angela: Why are you calling me (cut to Jane in the bedroom)?
Jane: I don't have one.
Angela: But, when my phone rang, I answered it, but it hung up over there again. I called a reply and called you.
Jane: I was in the shower just now. (I noticed her address book turned to page H) Oh, it's really next.
The outside scene of Burnham's house later
passed the camera, and we peeked at Jane in the opposite room through the window. Jane picked up the address book and frowned. She seemed to be talking to someone, but we couldn't hear it.
Woman's voice (voice-over, singing-like): Li-odd! Eat breakfast!
The interior of Fitz’s-Ricci’s bedroom. Later,
Ricci, dressed for school, stood in front of the open window and filmed the video. He put down the camera, but his eyes remained on Jane on the opposite side.
Rich: Coming soon.
Fitz's house-kitchen interior
Barbara Fitz stood in front of the stove, frying steak.
She is over 50 years old, pretty, and childish. She flipped the steak mechanically, but looked away. Her husband, Colonel Frank Fitz (we recognize him as the man who had previously spoken to Detective Freeman), was sitting in a small dining room looking at The Wall Street Journal. They all seem to be locked in their own little world, but they seem to like their own world better. Then -
Rich (coming in): Mom.
Barbara (turning to him somewhat surprised): How are you.
Rich: I don’t eat steak, do you remember?
Barbara (somewhat indifferent): I must have forgotten. I'm so sorry.
Rich scrambled eggs for himself in a frying pan, then walked to the dining table and sat with his father.
Rich: Is there any news, Dad?
Colonel: This country is falling into hell.
Rich: Then nothing has changed.
The doorbell rang. The colonel and Barbara looked at each other, a little surprised.
Colonel: Who are you waiting for?
Barbara: No. (Thinking about it) No.
The colonel stood up and walked into the living room, angrily. Rich was a little curious, and followed. Barbara was standing there, a little scared.
Fitz's house-interior view of the hall. Later, the
colonel opened the front door and saw the pair of Jim.
Jim I: Hi.
Jim II: Welcome to the community.
Jim I was holding a basket full of flowers, vegetables, and a small white paper box tied with a soft band.
Jim I: These are just some things in our garden.
Rich looked at the door in the hall.
Jim II: Except for the pasta, the priest and DeLuca gave it.
Jim I: It's very fresh. You just need to rinse it in the water.
The colonel stared at them suspiciously.
Jim I (hands out): This is Jim Olsen. I live just across the street. Welcome to our community.
Colonel (shaking hands): Colonel Frank Fitz, US Navy.
Jim I: Nice to meet you. This is my partner...
Jim II (stretching out his hand): Jim Boyd. But my friends call me JB.
Colonel: Let's get it straight, shall we? What are you selling?
Jim II: Nothing is sold. We just want to say hello to our new neighbor.
Colonel: Okay, okay. You say you are partners. So what do you do?
The two Jim looked at each other, then turned to look at the colonel.
Jim I: He is a lawyer in the entertainment industry.
Jim II: He is an anesthesiologist.
They tried not to make themselves laugh. The colonel looked at them, was confused, and then he understood.
Interior view of the Colonel's Ford Explorer off-road vehicle. Later, the
colonel drove the car and stared at the road ahead. In the guest seat, Rich was calculating with a calculator and hurriedly memorizing some numbers in his notebook.
Colonel (suddenly): Why are these gay men always annoying in front of you? Why are they so shameless?
Rich: It's nothing, Dad. They don't find it embarrassing.
Colonel (looking at Richie sternly): How about that.
Rich (continues to calculate, but realizes that his father is waiting for him to answer): You are right.
Colonel (glaring at son): Don't perfuse me like your mother, son.
Rich (sighing, looking at his father, with deep hatred): Forgive my husband, for speaking so stupidly, but those gays make me fucking disgusting.
Colonel (leaning back, but quickly sitting upright): Me too, son, and me too.
At the end of the conversation, Rich was busy with his calculations again.
Close-up, the pencil in his hand... He is counting the total of the two rows of numbers. Under the income column, he quickly and confidently wrote $24,950.00.
A few minutes later,
Jane and Angela sat with two other girls. They are all smoking.
Angela: I mean it. He took out his stuff and showed it to me. You know, that's what the president did to that woman.
Girl A: Really nasty.
Angela: That's not indecent, it's cool.
Girl One: So did you do it with him?
Angela: Of course, I did. Is he really a famous photographer? Does he always take pictures for Elle magazine? I would be so stupid to refuse him.
Girl B: You are a complete prostitute.
Angela: Hi! That's how it is. You don't know, because you are a little hen in this fart place.
Girl B: You are. You have gained weight at the age of 17, don't make yourself like a damn slut.
The two girls left Jane and Angela.
Angela (screaming): Silly girl! (Pause) I really hate this kind of people who sneer on others.
The colonel's car stopped and Rich got out of the car. The line of his pants is sharp enough to cut through the glass.
Jane: Oh my god. That's the pervert who filmed me last night.
Angela: He? impossible. Jane, he is a complete lunatic.
Jane: Do you know him?
Angela: When I was in the 8th grade, he went to the earth science class with me. He always said some weird things. Then one day, he just disappeared. Later Connie Cardullo told me that his parents had to send him to a mental hospital.
Jane: Why? What did he do?
Angela: What do you mean?
Jane: Of course, they can't lock you up just because they say something weird.
Angela stared at Jane, then she opened her mouth and laughed.
Angela: You little fairy. You are interesting to him.
Jane: What? Give me a break.
Angela: You are protecting him! you love him. You want to give him 10,000 children.
Jane: Shut up (Suddenly found that Rich was standing in front of her, looking at her excitedly).
Rich: Hi. My name is Rich. I just moved next door to your house.
Jane: Oh, yes. I know. I kind of remembered something weird. Did you shoot me last night?
Rich: I didn't mean to scare you. I just think you are interesting.
Angela looked at Jane with wide eyes, but Jane didn't pay attention to her.
Jane: Thank you. But I really don't want any neurosis to bother me now.
Rich: I'm not bothering you, I'm just curious.
Rich looked at her intently, his eyes catching her. Jane was uncomfortable and looked away. But he smiled and walked away.
Angela: What a weird person. Why does he dress like a Bible seller?
Jane: He would—so confident, I really don’t believe it.
Angela: I don't believe him. He didn't like me, and he didn't even look at me once.
Outskirts—community scenes during the day
: a wooden sign that reads: Houses Open Today/Burnham Real Estate Agency/555-1618
A sign with Caroline Burnham’s name is inserted in a declining middle-class neighborhood In front of a withered house. The Mercedes-Benz ML320 car parked in front of the house. Caroline was wearing a crew neck shirt and jeans, and carried a box of cleaning supplies, a VCR and a clothing bag out of the trunk. Something across the street caught her sight.
Caroline's point of view: There is a more attractive sign in front of another house. The picture of a silver-haired man on it was previously seen on a stool at the bus stop. The sign read: For Sale/Real Estate King/Leonardo Kane/555—1957 Caroline
frowned and "slammed" the back cover of Marseille. Her actions seemed a bit excessive.
House to be sold - living room interior later
Caroline came in and took her bag of clothes hanging in the bathroom next to the living room, surveyed the empty living room. The ceiling was sprayed with annoying orange-red paint, and the fireplace made of natural stones had several stones peeling off the ground; Caroline quickly picked up these stones and put them back on the fireplace.
CAROLINE (calmly): I am going to sell this house today.
She plugged in the VCR, pressed a button, and we heard Tony Bennett singing "Own You, Own A Lot of Money". While listening to this song, we saw a set of scenes of Caroline concentrating on
her crazy work: she was indomitable scrubbing low cabinets in the kitchen; in the master bedroom she climbed on the herringbone ladder and wiped off the cheap white ceiling fans. Clean the glass doors that can overlook the yard and pool; pick up the fallen leaves on the surface of the pool; use a broom to clean the yard; use a vacuum cleaner to clean a dirty carpet that can never be cleaned.
While doing these tasks, she kept repeating to herself—
Carolyn: I'm going to sell this house today.
When she said this, she seemed to believe that she could really turn this dilapidated house into a miracle.
House to be sold - bathroom interior later
Caroline standing in front of the mirror, wearing a stylish but less formal work wear. She finished lipstick, then stared at herself in the mirror with a serious expression.
Caroline: I want to sell this house today.
When she spoke, she seemed to be a threat. Then she turned and walked away. When she went out, she found a stain on the glass door of the shower room, so she pulled out a piece of toilet paper to wipe it clean.
House to be sold-the front yard exterior will
feature a close-up later , the front door. Caroline appeared after the door opened. She greeted people with her most charming smile-with such a smile she thought she could sell ice cubes to Eskimos.
Caroline: Welcome. This is Caroline Burnham!
The music ends.
House to be sold - interior hallway later
Caroline lead a couple into the living room, They 30s, today has seen many houses.
Man (head up): How high is the ceiling?
Caroline: More than 20 feet.
Woman: This color is really scary.
Caroline: A single-color paint can solve the problem. You can even open a skylight.
The woman frowned and looked suspicious.
Caroline: Wait a minute, you guys have a look at the kitchen.
House to be sold - kitchen interior later
Caroline came in, still smiling, followed by another 50-year-old couple.
Caroline: As you can see, this place has been completely changed.
Man (opens the cabinet): It's just wiped here, it hasn't been modified.
Woman (to the tap): What is this, gold?
Caroline: No, this is pure brass.
Woman: It's a bit gaudy, isn't it?
House to be sold - King master bedroom room later
Caroline and stand together with another couple. They are African American, nearly 30 years old, and the woman is pregnant.
Caroline: You will be surprised-ceiling fans can save you a lot of electricity bills.
Man: I have a nephew, he is a player. A ceiling fan in a bar fell off and hit his shoulder, his arm was never used much again. His future is over.
Caroline still looked at him with a smile.
House to be sold - backyard location later
Caroline and two with the same hair cut, standing together over 30-year-old woman in the pool side.
Woman: The advertisement says that this pool is like a lagoon, but it doesn't look like a lagoon at all. There are some bugs. (Patting another woman's arm) And there are no plants here.
Caroline: I have an excellent landscape architect-
woman: I mean, I think the "lagoon" should be the kind with waterfalls and tropical feel. And this is just a cement hole.
Caroline: There are some "tiki torches" in the garage.
The women stared at her, she just smiled.
House for sale-interior view of the drying room later
Caroline walked in angrily by herself. She locked the sliding glass door, closed the straight curtains, and stopped. She stood quietly, the expression on her face covered by the shadow of the curtains. She began to cry, her voice was short and irritable; she tried to restrain herself, but couldn't help it. Suddenly, she began to beat herself vigorously.
Caroline: Don't do that (but the tears are still falling, she continues to beat herself) It's useless, you, shut up, shut up!
She kept beating herself until she stopped crying. She stood there, breathing deeply until she could control herself. Then she closed the curtains and thought about her business. She walked out calmly, out of the dark, empty house.
The interior of the hotel ballroom
We were in a noisy hall with jazz performances that night . The house is full of people, and they are all talking about business.
The sign at the door read: Rockwell Outstanding Brokers Association The well-
dressed professionals chatted in groups. The waiters brought all kinds of drinks to the guests. We found Leicester and Caroline walking through the crowd with cocktails.
Caroline: Lester, listen to me. This is an important business occasion. Now, you know, my business is to show image, and part of my job is to show image.
Lester (cooperating with her, heard these words): Show your image—(pause) Can you tell me something? It's nothing more than a promotion for me.
Caroline (sighs): Would you please do me a favor tonight-will you be happy?
Lester (silly grinning): I'm very happy, dear.
Caroline (very shocked to see someone): Leonardo!
She took Lester towards the man with dazzling silver hair and his very young wife. We recognize this as the real estate king Leonardo.
Caroline (holding Leonardo's hand): I'm so glad to see you again.
Leonardo (friendly): I am also glad to meet you, Catherine.
Caroline: Caroline.
Leonardo: Caroline! of course. How are you!
Caroline: Very good, thank you. (To his wife) Hello, Christie.
Kristi: Hello.
Caroline: This is my husband, Lester.
Leonardo (holding Leicester's hand): It's an honor.
Lester: We have really met. This was the same party last year? Wait-maybe it was the Christmas party in Sherayton?
Leonardo: Oh, yes.
Lester (friendly): Forget it, I don't remember anymore.
He laughed, his voice a little loud. Caroline immediately joined in.
Caroline (Strong to be happy): Honey, don't be weird.
She gave him the most charming smile. She knew her husband too well, and she couldn't upset him more than now.
Lester: Okay, dear. I won't make people feel weird. (Suddenly approaching, his face is close to hers) I will do whatever you want me.
He kissed her—a tender, warm kiss, undoubtedly sexual; then he turned to look at the others, grinning silly.
Lester: Our relationship is very good.
Caroline's smile solidified on her face; we could all see the veins bursting out of her neck.
Lester: Okay, I don't know you, but I want to have another drink.
he left. Caroline, Leonardo, and Kristi watched him leave.
Hotel bar interior later
Leicester stood against the bar, waiter poured him some whiskey.
Leicester: Wow, add a little more, cowboys.
The waiter pours some more. Lester took the wine glass and turned and looked at the middle of the room.
Lester's point of view: Caroline is talking with Leonardo and Kristi. She seemed to be performing: smiling, active, and exaggerated laughing at their jokes.
Lester smiled and shook his head. Rich came up to him, he was wearing a waiter's uniform with empty wine glasses on the tray in his hand.
Rich: Sorry, do you live in the house with the red door on the Robin Hood Trail?
Lester (suspiciously): Yes.
Rich: This is Rich Fitz, and I live next door to your house.
Leicester: Oh. Hi, Rich Fitz. This is Lester Burnham.
Rich: Hi, Lester Burnham.
Lester looked around, scanned the crowd, and drank the wine in his glass. Rich stood there looking at him. Finally, Lester turned to face Rich, not knowing what the kid wanted.
Rich: Hi, are you coming over?
Lester: Sorry, what did you say?
Rich: Are you drinking too much?
Lester was surprised, but immediately curious.
Interior hotel bar after a moment
Caroline and Leonardo conversation has been a very speculative. Kristi has already left. Caroline was a little nervous, while Leonardo was very happy.
Caroline: If it weren't for a little drunk, I don't think I would tell you. But... I really admire you. Your company can be said to be a heavyweight company in the real estate industry here, and your personal sales record is also very...excellent. I really want to be with you and share your wisdom, if you want... I think, technically, we are competitors, but...I mean, if I didn't work with you, I would have no sense of accomplishment...
Leonardo: I'm really happy.
Caroline (shocked): Really?
Leonardo: Absolutely. Call my secretary and ask her to arrange lunch.
Caroline: I will. thanks.
She smiled at him, and he smiled back. In this case, there is something in the words, and they are tacitly aware.
Hotel location later
Lester and Ricky hotel waiter leaning against the entrance of a large garbage transport the car and stood smoking a cigarette containing marijuana.
Lester: So... have you ever watched that movie, where the body is running around holding his head? Later that head fell on that girl?
Rich: "Zombie Resurrection". That movie is good.
Suddenly, the entrance door of the waiter was opened, and a young man in a cheap suit looked at them. Rich hid the marijuana cigarette.
Young man (to Richie): Look, I didn't pay for you to come... (Looking at Lester, suspiciously) Do whatever you want...
Richie: Okay, then don't pay me.
Young man: What did you say?
Rich: I quit, so you don't have to pay me. Please leave now.
Young man: Bastard!
He returned to the house. Lester looked at Rich, who shrugged and smashed the marijuana cigarettes.
Lester: I think you have become a hero in my mind. (Pause) Do you feel nervous if you lose your job like this? Well, I think you might be over—how much, 16 years old?
Rich: 19 years old. (Avoiding Lester's gaze) I stayed in school for many years. (Pause) From time to time, I do odd jobs as a cover, and I have other sources of income. But if I pretend to be a self-motivated citizen with a decent job, my father will interfere less in my life.
Caroline (voice-over): Leicester?
Caroline (standing at the waiter's entrance, staring at Lester and Rich curiously): What are you doing?
Leicester: Caroline, this is Rich Fitz.
Rich: Hi, I just moved next door to your house. I still have a school with your daughter.
Lester: And Jane? real?
Rich: Yes, and Jane.
Caroline (turning to look at Leicester): I am ready to go, I am waiting for you outside.
Lester: Oh—oh. I'm in trouble. Okay, nice to meet you, Rich. Thank you for giving me...Oh, that (goes into the house)...
Rich: Please feel free to. (Calling behind him) If you still want it, you know where I am.
Burnham's house-interior view of the living room
Jane and Angela were watching TV later that night . We heard the back door open.
Jane: Oh, God. They are back. Hurry up, go to my room (turn off the TV and start going upstairs).
Angela: I should say hello to your dad. (Avoiding Jane's gaze) I don't want to be rude.
She walked towards the kitchen. Jane also went down the stairs, she didn't like this.
Burnham House - Kitchen interior later
Leicester came to open the refrigerator, which is the selection of beverages.
Angela (voice-over): The clothes are so beautiful.
He turned around and was immediately stunned. He saw-Angela leaning against the low cabinet, stroking her hair.
Angela: You look great, Mr. Burnham. (Avoiding his gaze) You look completely relaxed (move towards Leicester) Last time I saw you, you seemed to be hurt. (See the drink in the refrigerator) Oh, is that root juice drink?
She reached into the refrigerator and took out a bottle, and put her other hand on Lester's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally. He saw this hand coming. Everything slowed down, all voices disappeared...
Close-up, Angela's hand, briskly touching Lester's shoulder, in slow motion. He only heard the amplified sound of Angela's fingers sliding gently on the fibers of his clothes. The voice echoed unnaturally and hollowly...
Back to real time, Angela took out a juice drink and looked up at him, smiling.
Lester's close-up: He squinted, and then—
he took the juice drink from Angela's hand and put it on the low cabinet, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her quickly. She seemed a little shocked, but when he pulled her over with astonishing strength, she did not refuse.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her with respect, and he raised his hand to touch his lips. He took a rose peta
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