"Shadow Writer" movie script

Makayla 2021-11-28 08:01:19

"Shadow Writer" movie drama

text / (UK) Robert Harris, (Poland) Roman Polanski
translated / Cao Yi

1. Interior view, Manhattan office, Japanese
wide-angle lens: a man sitting at the table with his back facing us, In front of him was a large panoramic view of Manhattan. There were unbound manuscripts on the table, and he was reading the stack of manuscripts. The camera moved forward slowly. We can't see his face. He holds dozens of pages of manuscript paper in his hand. He put the first page aside—this is the title page: "Shadow Writer"—and then he started to read the first chapter:
"Shadow" (outside the picture): It should have been after I knew the cause of McCala’s death Immediately retreat all over. I only understand this now. I should say, "Rick, I'm sorry, this is not for myself..."
Fading

2. Location, Lambert Bay, early
morning after the storm. A long coastline was constantly washed by the gray Atlantic water. A black shadow in the distance—a figure with its head down—was gently holding up the sand.

3. Location, ferry, night
This is a cold night in January. The wind swept the rain into the vast sea. A huge ferry made a sharp whistle and slowly approached the Port of Wynyard, Massachusetts.

4. Interior view, ferry,
and three rows of motor vehicles waiting to land on the main deck at night . The car engine has started, billowing exhaust gas is coming out of the exhaust pipe, and there is a deafening, sharp noise coming from the enclosed metal space.
The door of the ferry's cabin opened, and the vehicles filed out under the guidance of the crew. But the middle train was blocked by a huge black Ford Maverick SUV. The driver behind began to slam the horn and probe to see.

5. Location, Wynyard Ferry Port.
Two crew members pushed the Ford from the slope onto the dock at night . The freezing rain was beating the dimly lit parking lot. The cars in the back drove off the ferry in order.

6. Exterior view, Wynyard Port Ferry Terminal, night
The Ford SUV was parked in the dock area, with a police patrol car parked next to it. A policeman in uniform and holding a flashlight was transcribing the license plate number. There was a rapid and ambiguous voice on the radio of the police car.

7. Interior view, a restaurant in London,
two men sitting by the window on the day , outside the window is the view of downtown London. One is Rick Ricardelli, who is over 40 years old, an American writer's agent: a well-dressed profiteer; the other is "Shadow", a British writer who is also in his 40s, who makes a living as a ghostwriter for celebrities.
"Shadow" was looking at Rick with an unbelievable expression.
"Shadow": You should know that I don't know anything about politics, right?
Rick: You voted for him, right?
"Shadow": Adam Lan? Of course I voted. Everyone voted for him. He is not a politician-he is a popular figure.
Rick: That's right. What he needs is a new knife hunter, not another political activist.
The diners nearby turned their heads dissatisfied, and Rick lowered his voice.
Rick (continued): Those memories that I paid 10 million dollars to write are said to be all rubbish. Reinhardt lent him his holiday home on Martha's Vineyard and asked him to modify it there. I guess McCala can't stand the pressure anymore. The pathologist tested his blood and found that the alcohol content was severely exceeded.
"Shadow": Did he drown accidentally?
Rick: Accident? suicide? who cares? It was the book that killed him.
"Shadow": This is really inspiring. Should you tell me who this guy named McCala is?
Rick: Yes, he was Lan's assistant during his tenure. So don't say you don't know. He followed him for several years.
"Shadow" (suspiciously): I don't know, Rick...
Rick: Listen. This is a great opportunity for you. Money is very useful, and children will not be hungry.
"Shadow": I have no children.
Rick: You don't have one, but I do.

8. Location, Reinhardt Publishing Headquarters, Japan
A huge modern office building stood in the drizzle, and a huge sign read "Reinhardt Co., Ltd.". The camera pans down to the "shadow" stepping into the building. A notice board by the door reads "Current Terrorism Alert: Orange/High".

9. Interior view, in the lobby of Reinhardt Publishing House.
The "Shadow" wearing the "Visitor" badge is being searched by a security officer. Roy Quigley waited on the other side of the security gate. This was a man in his 50s who was wearing a tweed jacket and looked depressed. The name tag he wore was "Quigley, R".
"Shadow" (arms raised): Who do you think will blow you up? Langdon Press?
Quigley: We will publish Lan's memoir. This is enough to be a goal.

10. Interior view, in front of the elevator of Reinhardt Publishing House,
"Shadow" of Japan : How many people did you receive?
Quigley: Five, you are the last.
They walked into the elevator.

11. Interior view, inside the elevator at the headquarters of Reinhardt Publishing House,
Zhiquigli pressed his pass card on the elevator control panel, and then pressed the button on the top floor.
Quigley: I must confess. I don't think you are suitable for this job.
"Shadow": It's a good job, it's not up to you, Roy.

12. Interior view, conference room at the headquarters of Reinhardt Publishing House.
Opposite the day table sits John Maddox, a man in his 50s, bald but strong, and Sidney Crowe Er, a well-dressed lawyer in his 40s and glasses, showed infinite narcissism in his gestures. Rick is sitting on the other side. Quigley made a very sloppy introduction.
Quigley: John Maddox, Reinhart's director in New York. Sidney Kroll, the lawyer representing Mr. Lan in Washington. And Rick Ricardo, I believe you know.
Rick blinked at him. "Shadow" sat down beside him. Quigley sat next to Maddox who was reading "Shadow"'s resume.
Maddox: This was given to me by Rick. You should understand the situation now. Maybe you can tell us what new ideas you can bring to this project.
"Shadow": No clue.
The others stared at each other; Rick rounded the ground and laughed.
"Shadow" (continued): I will not bluff. You have my resume.
Quigley: His most recent work is an autobiography of a magician: "I'm here, I see, I conquered".
Rick: That's right, the number one direct sales.
"Shadow": If you look upside down, Roy.
Quigley gave him a blank look.
"Shadow" (continued): I never read political memoirs. Who is watching? I heard that you spent ten million dollars. How much do you hope to get? 20 million? thirty million? This is really bad news for your shareholders.
"Shadow" (to Kroll, continue): It is also bad news for your client. Mr. Kroll, Adam Lang wanted a place in history, not a memo.
Quigley: Oh, stop talking!
"Shadow": I don't know anything about politics. That's why I can directly attack who Adam Lan is. And the selling point of an autobiography is: sincere.
pause.
Rick: Good point.
Quigley: That's nonsense.
Maddox: Do you think so?
Quigley: Of course, John. Adam Lang is a world historical figure. His autobiography will be a major event in the global publishing industry.
Maddox: I have a large inventory of "Global Publishing Events" waiting to be broken into pulp. What do you think, Sid?
Kroll: Adam is very sad for what happened to Mike McCala. He is irreplaceable. Irreplaceable, but must be replaced.
He laughed at his joke. Rick smirked.
Kroll (continued): Adam must be willing to try a newcomer. After all, this is a chemical reaction. Do you like fitness?
"Shadow": I don't like it very much.
Kroll: What a pity. Adam likes fitness.
Quigley: Actually I know a writer who works for The Guardian. He likes to go to the gym.
There was an awkward silence. Rick turned to Maddox.
Rick: How about your publishing schedule?
Maddox: We need to complete it within a month.
"Shadow": One month? Do you want a book a month?
Kroll: We already have the first draft.
Maddox: Yes, but it needs a lot of modification. (To "Shadow") After reading your resume, what I like is your speed and you strictly fulfill the agreement.
Rick (holding "Shadow"'s arm tightly): He can ghostwrite whatever you ask.
Maddox: Besides, you are British. The knife hunter must be British to ensure an authentic tone.
Kroll: Do you have a family to take care of?
"Shadow": I have no family, does it matter?
Kroll: Adam gave a touring lecture in the United States while rushing to a project funded by the Adam Lang Foundation.
Rick (to "Shadow"): Is it okay to stay in the US for a month?
"Shadow": Can't you bring the manuscript back and change it?
Kroll: I'm afraid not. The manuscript is safely stored in Marty Reinhardt’s private residence. Only a few people can handle it.
Quigley: It sounds like a bomb, not a book!
Quigley smiled nervously, no one responded.
Quigley (continued): I have to look at the manuscript. I have to edit it.
Maddox: In theory, yes. Actually we need to talk about it.
Quigley sat down in a daze. Maddox turned to "shadow".
Maddox (continued): When can you go there soonest?
"Shadow": as fast as you want.
Rick: He can fly over tonight.
"Shadow" wanted to object, and Rick motioned to him not to speak out. Maddox and Kroll exchanged glances.
Maddox: Okay, you are hired.
Maddox stood up and shook "Shadow"'s hand. Others also patted him on the shoulder to show their approval. Except for Quigley, everyone stood up.
Kroll: I have something here that you might like to see.
He took out a yellow plastic bag with a thick stack of manuscripts in it.
"Shadow": Isn't this--?
Kroll: No, no. This is not Adam's book. This is from another client of mine. Maybe you can tell me what you think?
"Shadow": No problem.
Maddox: Okay. If you want to take the plane at night, we'll talk about the contract with Rick here. Send our friends out, okay, Roy?
Rick: I'll call you in an hour.
"Shadow" was about to leave when Maddox stopped him.
Maddox: Hi! remember! (Patting his chest) Really!

13. Interior view, inside the elevator of the headquarters of Reinhardt Publishing House,
"Shadow" carrying a yellow plastic bag and Quigley standing in the downward elevator.
Quigley: Did I hear it wrong or I was really fired?
"Shadow": They won't let you go, Roy. You are the only person here who understands the original state of the publishing industry.

14. Location, the headquarters of Reinhardt Publishing
. Quigley lit the smoke despite the drizzle outside. "Shadow" picked up the plastic bag and reached out to stop a taxi.
Quigley: There is something wrong with this project.
"Shadow": Are you referring to me?
Quigley: It's not just you. There is also McCala. suicide? The impression he gave me was not the kind of person who would commit suicide.
"Shadow" got into the taxi.
Quigley (sneer): Good luck.

15. Interior view, London taxi, Japanese
"Shadow" took out the contents of the bag: a stack of printed drafts. We caught a glimpse of the title: "One of Ten Thousands: Memoirs of a Member of Parliament". "Shadow" flipped through the manuscript and sighed heavily.

16. Exterior view, outside the door of "Shadow"'s apartment on London street,
"Shadow" paid a taxi fare on Japan . When he walked across the sidewalk and was about to step up the stairs in front of the door, one hand stretched out his arm. He turned around, and a "robber" wearing a motorcycle helmet and leather jacket punched him in the stomach. "Shadow" curled up and fell to the ground. The man snatched the yellow plastic bag. "Shadow" groaned and fell on the wet sidewalk, watching the robber jump onto the back seat of the motorcycle. The driver started the engine and slid away.

17. Interior view, "Shadow" apartment,
with a dirty "Shadow" face opening the refrigerator, except for a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a large glass of whiskey, then walked into the empty living room and collapsed on the sofa, still wearing his wet coat. The phone rang. He took the phone out of his pocket.
Rick (outside the picture): Congratulations!
"Shadow": Congratulations?
Rick (outside the picture): There is an agent like me.
"Shadow": Yeah, I can't believe my luck.
Rick (outside the picture): Have you packed your luggage?
"Shadow": I just got robbed.
Rick (outside the picture): Damn! Are you OK?
"Shadow": He only snatched the manuscript that Sidney Kroll gave me.
Rick (outside the picture): What? Why?
"Shadow": I still want to ask you.
Rick (outside the picture): Are you injured?
"Shadow": No. I'm fine. I speculate that they must have followed me from Reinhardt Press.
Rick (outside the picture): Are you kidding me, why?
"Shadow": Maybe they thought I was carrying Lan's manuscript. I knew it was not a good thing.
Rick (outside the picture): Then can you fly tonight?
"Shadow": For God's sake, Rick! I'm still in shock.
Rick (outside the picture): You have to be surprised. Reinhardt is willing to pay you $250,000 for this month-long work that has a first draft.
"Shadow" was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
Rick (outside the painting, continue): Do you want a seat by the window or by the aisle?

18. Interior view, Heathrow Airport First Class Lounge,
through the huge glass windows at night , we can see the lights of the airport. "Shadow" buys coffee in front of the vending machine. There is a TV in the background that is playing a program.
TV News Announcer: Former British Prime Minister Adam Lang appeared in the news tonight again.
"Shadow" turned to watch TV. The news story is told with a series of news headlines, a four-frame picture of four suspects and a set of expansion pieces.
TV News Announcer (continued): According to the leaked information, Mr. Lan authorized the illegal activation of the British special forces to arrest four suspected al-Qaeda terrorists in Pakistan and then transferred them to the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) for interrogation. These people — Nasir Ashraf, Shakir Qazi, Salim Kan and Farouk Ahmed — are all British citizens. They were in the White Sands of Pakistan five years ago. Wa City was arrested. The four people are said to have been transferred to a secret location abroad and tortured. The information shows that Mr. Ashraf died during the interrogation...
"Shadow" looked around, then cast his gaze back on the screen. No one else paid any attention to the news. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
TV News Announcer (continued): ...Such actions are prohibited in the laws of the United Kingdom or other countries in the world. A spokesperson for Mr. Lan said that he did not intend to make any statement today.
"Shadow" (to the phone): Where are you?
Rick (outside the picture): At Heathrow Airport, just like you. Waiting to fly to New York.
"Shadow": Did you watch the news?
Rick (outside the picture): What about Lan? I am watching.
"Shadow": What did you involve me in?
Rick (outside the picture): I got you involved in something worth 250,000 dollars. My flight is being called. I have to go —
"Shadow": Listen, I suddenly realized that Sidney Kroll might have deliberately given me the manuscripts, so that others thought I was taking Lan's book.
Rick (outside the painting): Then why did he do this?
"Shadow": I don't know. Maybe take me as a substitute for the dead?
Rick (outside the picture): Sleep on the plane. Your words sound weird. I will call you next week. do not worry.

19. Interior scene, jumbo jet, night
"Shadow" still seemed to be worried. He sat in the first class and read the "London Evening Standard". A striking headline in the paper was "World Exclusive News: Secret Kidnapping Authorized by Lan".

20. Exterior view, Woods Hole Ferry Port Bus Station, the day
bus door opened. "Shadow" walked out of the car carrying a small wheeled suitcase. It was a cold and windy morning. The Big Ferry is waiting for vehicles to board one by one.

21. Interior view, the passenger cabin deck aisle of the ferry, the
"shadow" walks between pedestrians and vehicles on the day. A sign read "Currently escalated warning of terrorist threats nationwide."

22. Interior view, the ferry passenger cabin bar, the Japanese
"Shadow" is sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in front of it. He saw a notice board not far away that read: "The murder occurred at 11 pm on January 12th. Did you find any suspicious clues? Please contact the police."
"Shadow" looked at the sea outside the window.

23. Exterior scene, the passenger cabin deck of the ferry, the
"shadow" came to the upper deck of the ferry. He staggered forward against the wind, and finally came to the mast cautiously and looked to the side.

24. Location, the rough sea,
the subjective perspective of the Japanese "shadow": the vast sea, the receding land, and a huge channel buoy twisting its body.

25. Location, the passenger cabin deck of the ferry, with
one hand on the shoulder of "Shadow". He was taken aback and turned to see a crew member.
Crew: Don't stand too far away. Someone fell into the water the other day.

26. Exterior scene, the woods of Martha's Vineyard. The
taxi that "Shadow" took was driving on a highway between the woods, and then turned to a gravel road surrounded by bare dwarf oak trees.

27. Exterior view. In front of the gate of Reinhardt's villa, the Japanese
taxi stopped in front of a roadblock across the road. Two security personnel with cold expressions and tired faces emerged from the sentry box. They were wearing black coats and bright leather shoes. One of them was holding a long pole attached to a mirror and spinning around to check the chassis of the taxi. The other person is holding a clipboard. His gloved hand tapped on the window glass next to the passenger.

28. Interior view, taxi, the Japanese
"shadow" rolls down the window, a cold wind blows, and the sound of sea waves echoes in the distance.
Security officer: Passport?
"Shadow" handed him his passport. The security personnel took a closer look, and then checked the name on the clipboard.

29. Outside view, in front of the gate of Reinhardt's villa,
another security officer completed the inspection on the day and lifted the barricade pole. The taxi drove forward.

30. Exterior view, Reinhardt’s villa, the Japanese
taxi drove through the side building — this is the garage and the staff’s residence — — stopped in front of a huge and modern house — this is that A house style that has won architectural awards. After the car stopped, the door of the house opened and Barry, another security officer appeared.

31. Interior view, taxi,
Ribari opened the door. "Shadow" mistakenly thought he was here to greet him.
Barry: Take a look at your bag, sir, thank you.

32. Interior, house, foyer, day
The "shadow" suitcase was opened and placed on the table for inspection. The houses are decorated with expensive abstract paintings and modern sculptures. From somewhere inside came the scream of a woman with a British accent.
Ruth (outside the picture): This is ridiculous!
"Shadow" looked at the security personnel inquiringly, but the latter's expression gave no information.
Fashionable jacket and short skirt, elegant posture, a blonde girl with high heels walked downstairs loudly. She is about 40 years old, holding a black and red notebook in her hand. She is Amelia Bligh.
Amelia (stretching out her hand): Amelia Bligh. Welcome. I am Adam's assistant. Unfortunately, Adam is in New York and will not return until the evening.
Ruth (outside the picture): I have already said it - this is ridiculous.
The sound of the door slamming came. Amelia's smirk was even more exaggerated.
Amelia: Oh, my goodness. I'm very sorry. I am afraid that Ruth is in a bad mood.
"Shadow": If it is not convenient now ---
Amelia: No, no. She can't wait to see you. All right. Is it okay?
"Shadow" took back his box and followed her from the corridor to the stairs. He pushed back the handle of the box. When going upstairs, Amelia turned to look at him.
Amelia (continued): Did you leave your luggage in the hotel?
"Shadow": No.
Amelia: Is it all here?
"Shadow": I always travel lightly.
Amelia: Pack light? I think it is as light as a cicada wing.

33. Interior view, the living room of the villa,
they walked into a spacious living room with a wide view, which has a sofa, a large-screen plasma TV and an open stove. A floor-to-ceiling glass is installed on the opposite wall, through which a panoramic view of sand dunes, pools and the sea can be seen.
"Shadow": A paradise. Don't you think you will be lonely at night?
Amelia (opens a door): Come here.

34. Interior view, study room of villa, day
A spacious study room. There are a pair of armchairs, a row of bookshelves, and a file cabinet. There was a big table on one side of the room, and a small table on the other. The secretary Alice was sitting at the small table, typing on the computer.
Amelia: We don't have many hands. This is Alice. Luxi went out with Adam.
Alice turned around and smiled, then continued typing. Amelia opened the file cabinet.
Amelia (continued): We need another person. But Adam couldn't find someone to replace Mike. They are together for too long.
"Shadow": How long have you worked with him?
Amelia: Eight years. My position is from No. 10 Downing Street.
"Shadow": The unfortunate number ten.
Amelia took out a file box and put it on the table.
Amelia: I miss my husband the most.
She closed the filing cabinet.
"Shadow": Are you married? I didn't see you wearing a ring.
Amelia: It's a pity that I can't wear it, it's too big. When I go through the airport security check, the alarm will sound.
Alice grinned softly.
"Shadow": Ah.
Amelia opened the file box and took out a stack of 600 pages of manuscript paper. At the top is a three-page legal document and a USB flash drive.
Amelia: Before you read the manuscript, I have to sign this confidentiality agreement with you. (She gives him a pen) Sign here. Here, and here. (Watching him sign) The manuscript cannot be taken away. Cannot copy. Adam is back from New York in six hours. Can you finish watching this?
"Shadow": I try my best.
Amelia: I will ask Depp to bring you a sandwich for lunch.
Alice, let's go downstairs, don't disturb him.

35. Interior view, study room of villa, day
"Shadow" sat at the table with the manuscript in front of him. He adjusted the angle of the chair and moved the manuscript closer to him. We see the title "The Memoirs of Adam Lang". He turned to the next page: "To Ruth, my children and the people of England". Next page: "Chapter One. Early Career".
"Shadow" (read aloud): "The Lan family is a native of Scotland and is proud of it. Our name comes from the word'long', which means'high' in Old English. My ancestors came from the north of the national border... "
Shadow" raised his head with an unbelievable expression.
"Shadow": What is this written.

36. Interior view, the study room of the villa.
Through the window, we saw Duke, a Vietnamese gardener, cleaning the fallen leaves, and then dumped them into a wheelbarrow.

37. Interior view, the study room of the villa, the Japanese
vision lens, "Shadow" looked at the manuscript paper, the expression on his face became more and more stunned.
"Shadow" (read aloud): "The President of the United States is much taller than I thought..."

38. Interior view, the study room of the villa, the Japanese and
Vietnamese housekeeper Depp walked in. "Shadow" is dozing off. She put a sandwich and a cup of coffee on the table and woke him up.

39. Interior view, the study room of the villa, the Japanese
"Shadow" is reading the draft while having lunch. The sky is getting dark. Outside the window, Duke was still sweeping the floor. When it was almost clean, the wind blew the leaves in the trolley to the ground again, and he swept again.

40. Interior view, the study room of the villa, the
"shadow" turned to the last page in the evening .
"Shadow" (reading aloud): "Ruth and I are welcoming the future, no matter what. It's over."
He slowly put his hand on his face, and then yelled silently. Suddenly, he realized Ruth Lan Looking at him at the door.
Ruth (raising eyebrows): Is it so bad?
"Shadow" (stands up): Oh, hello.
Ruth: Tell me, how bad is it?
"Shadow": Have you not seen it?
Ruth: I didn't see it all.
"Shadow": It can only be said that it needs to be revised.
Ruth: How much to change?
"Shadow": Well...I have everything that should be. Just need to adjust the order.
Ruth: Come on — you seem to need a rest.

41. Location, beach, evening
"Shadow" and Ruth are walking, Barry following 50 yards away. The waves hit the shore, and the sky is gray.
Ruth: It was my idea to find you.
"Shadow" (surprised): Really?
Ruth: You wrote Christie Costello's memoirs, right?
"Shadow" (more surprised): Have you seen it?
Ruth: We stayed with him on Mustique Island last winter. The book is by his bed.
"Shadow": I'm sorry.
Ruth: No need. Why? That book is excellent. You make his miscellaneous words seem to be coherent. I said to Adam at the time: "You should let this guy write you a book; not Mike."
Ruth stopped to look at the sea. Barry, who seemed to be playing a game of stepping on his feet, also stopped.
Ruth (continued): Oh my goodness, I miss home. It's almost like marrying Napoleon on St. Helena.
"Shadow": Why don't you go back to London?
Ruth: I don't think I can leave him. He has some troubles right now.
"Shadow": Amelia told me that he was still sorry for Mike McCala's death.
Ruth: Oh, did she say that? When did Mrs. Bligh become my husband's emotional expert, I don't know.
They began to walk towards the villa.
Ruth (continued): Losing Mike is certainly a blow, but not only for this. It was also because this book made him relive those years.
She touched the arm of "Shadow" with her arm.
Ruth (continued): My goodness. You must be wondering how you got involved.

42. Exterior view, villa,
a jaguar limousine parked outside the villa at dusk . The driver saw "Shadow" and Ruth come out and started the engine. A minivan stopped behind. Its engine also started.
Amelia hurriedly came out of the house, while pulling the zipper of a briefcase, a mobile phone was sandwiched between her shoulder and chin.
Amelia (on the phone): Okay. OK. I will tell him.
She nodded to Ruth.
Amelia (continued): They landed immediately. (On the phone) He was in Chicago on Thursday.
Ruth: I think I'd better pick him up.
Ruth (continued): Amelia can stay to polish her nails or do something else. (Turns to "Shadow") Why don't you come? He wants to see you very much.
Amelia: Okay. I'll go in a spare car. I can get my nails there.

43. Location, Martha's Vineyard Airport, at dusk
a large private plane—a Gulfstream IV—glides overhead.

44. Interior view, Martha's Vineyard Airport, terminal. At dusk,
"Shadow", Ruth, Amelia, Barry and a uniformed American policeman waited at the gate of the empty terminal. They saw the plane landing on the ground through the huge French windows.

45. Exterior view, Martha's Vineyard Airport, lobby, the
plane taxied to the end at dusk . There is an advertisement slogan on the side of the fuselage: The earth is wearing a gold ribbon decorated with "Harrington". The engine stopped, and the silence seemed particularly deep.
The door opened and the gangway was lowered. Two security personnel appeared. One of them walked towards the terminal and the other waited under the gangway.
It was vaguely visible that Adam Lan shook hands with the captain and flight attendant, and then appeared in the hatch of the plane: about 55 years old, young and handsome, with a briefcase in his hand.
Lan hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know what to do. Then he saw the people waiting at the terminal building and waving to him. He walked down the gangway and walked through the airport hall as if he was being greeted by an official ceremony. Secretary Lucy followed behind with a suitcase, and finally a security officer.

46. ​​Interior view, Martha's Vineyard Airport, terminal building, Twilight
Lan walked into the pick-up area and kissed Ruth.
Lan: Hello, dear.
Ruth: How about New York?
Lan: Very good. They gave me a Gulfstream IV—the one that straddles the Atlantic, you know, with a bed and a shower room. Hello, Barry, hello, Amelia.
The security personnel led him to the door as soon as possible. At this time he noticed the "shadow".
Lan (continue): Hello. who are you?
"Shadow": I am your "shadow".
Lan (back): Oh yes...
Ruth: Don't worry, he hasn't been so stupid all the time.
Lan was blocked by the security guards who followed him and walked forward, and the "shadow" behind him was still surprised that the greeting was too simple.

47. Interior, taxi,
"shadow" sitting on the back seat at night . Headlights shone on the white wall panels and picket fences of Victorian houses in Edgartown. There was no one on the street.
"Shadow": This place really comes alive at night.
The driver did not answer.

48. Exterior scenes, hotels, night
taxis put "shadows" at the entrance of the hotel. A lighthouse was shining. The transparent plastic sign—Lighthouse View Hotel—creaked in the strong wind. Not far away, the waves continued to beat the coast. "Shadow" walked up the steps to a wooden platform.

49. Interior view, hotel front desk, at night
"Shadow" checks in under the gaze of a receptionist dressed like a Victorian maid's uniform. It is decorated in the style of the 19th century, and there is no one around.
Receptionist: You will stay with us for four weeks, right?
"Shadow" (signature): I'm afraid it is.
Receptionist: Send the bill directly to Reinhardt?
"Shadow": Good.
Receptionist: Excluding the things in the small wine cabinet.

50. Interior view, hotel room, night
lighthouse light from time to time shines in through the gaps in the curtains. The camera moved from the window to the "shadow", and he was sleepy without taking off his jacket, lying on his back on the bed. The suitcase stands in the middle of the room.

51. Location, in the woods,
Rilan is jogging among the woods, wearing sportswear, accompanied by two security personnel.

52. Interior view, taxi, the
"shadow" of Japan has not yet passed the jet lag, he looks at the running Lan.

53. The interior view, the kitchen of the villa,
an extremely modern and luxuriously decorated kitchen. A map of the island is hung on the wall. Depp is wrapping the food in foil and putting it aside. "Shadow" stood in front of the map and drank coffee while watching. Amelia poked her head in from outside the door.
Amelia: Okay. He can see you now.

54. Interior view, villa stairs, Sun
"Shadow" followed Amelia up the stairs to the living room.
Amelia: How is the hotel? Is it quiet?
"Shadow": As quiet as a grave.
Amelia opened the door and stood aside to let "Shadow" in.

55. Interior view, in the study room of the villa. Geran
was sitting relaxed on a sofa. He was still wearing sportswear and sneakers, a towel around his neck, and a large cup of tea in his hand. When "Shadow" came in, he raised his hand to signal to him.
Lan: Hi, brother. Can you start?
"Shadow": No problem.
"Shadow" took out the tools for making a living one by one—laptops, recorders, notebooks, pens—and put them on the table. Amelia opened the cabinet and took out the file box containing the manuscript and USB flash drive. "Shadow" took out the USB flash drive.
"Shadow" (continued): Is the first draft installed here?
Amelia: Yes.
"Shadow": Can you make a copy for me?
Amelia (retrieve the USB flash drive from him): Sorry. This may lead to leaks.
"Shadow" (unbelievable): You mean I have to re-enter the entire book?
Lan: You really put my entire book in that little thing?
Amelia: We can put hundreds of books in it, Adam. And it only takes a blink of an eye to copy them all. This is a problem, a nightmare of confidential work.
She put the U disk back into the box and put the box in the filing cabinet.
Lan: It's amazing. Do you know what is the worst in my life? If you lose your hands-on ability, someone will do everything for you. No need to drive, no need to bring money-if you need cash, I borrow it from the guys who protect me.
"Shadow": Details like this are exactly what the memoir needs.
Lan: Can't write this in! People will think I am an idiot.
"Shadow": On the contrary. This is exactly what the prime minister is like. This is what the reader wants to understand. What is it like to manage a country? What does it feel like not to be mundane like this? How does it feel to be hated?
Lan: Thank you!
"Shadow" (to be added soon): And being loved!
Lan: What do you think, Amelia?
Amelia (standing by the door): I think you should be left alone.
Amelia left. "Shadow" turned on his recorder, and then sat down on the chair opposite Lan, his laptop was already turned on.
Lan: So - how do we proceed?
"Shadow": I interview you. Record your answers as prose. Then imitate your tone where appropriate and add connecting paragraphs.
Lan: Okay. Have you heard about Mike?
"Shadow": I heard that, please pass by.
Lan: We should praise him in the book. That way his mother would be relieved.
"Shadow": Of course. Let’s get started. The thing that caught my attention the most is that you are a successful politician precisely because you don’t look like a politician.
Lan: When I was young, I had no intention of politics at all. Most student politicians seem to me downright annoying.
"Shadow": I understand this. So what motivates you to enter politics?
Lan (laughs): The word motivation is used very correctly. This is the case. I was about 23 years old at the time, not a few years after graduating from Cambridge. I remember that Sunday afternoon, it was raining outside, I was still lying in bed and someone knocked on the door. As for me, I drank some wine the night before, so I covered my ears with a pillow. But the knocking on the door continued: bend, bend, bend. I got up with a grin and went to open the door, and there was a girl standing outside the door. She was soaked all over, but she did not forget to preach for the regional elections. In this way, I fell in love with her.
"Shadow" (typing quickly): Is she Ruth?
Lan: She is Ruth. The only way to see her again is to join her party and distribute those flyers.
"Shadow": Great.
Lan: Do you want to add this paragraph?
"Shadow": plus? I think this should be the beginning of the whole book. (Read the words on the laptop) "I participate in politics because of love - not for a certain party or a certain ideology, but for a woman..."
Lan (laughs): Hey, brother, listen It looks good.

56. Interior view, the office downstairs of the villa,
a small and messy office — documents, newspapers, proceedings, computers and telephones. Alice and Lucy are typing. Amelia is looking at the file. "Shadow" walked in, holding a few small discs in his hand.
"Shadow": Can you write down these transcripts as soon as possible?
Amelia: Of course you can. how is the progress?
"Shadow": I think it's pretty good. He kept calling me "brother".
Amelia: Yes, he always does this when he can't remember other people's names. There are sandwiches in the kitchen.

57. Interior view, the kitchen of the villa,
"Shadow" took a sandwich on the day and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator. He was eating a sandwich while watching Duke from the window, who was still sweeping the fallen leaves.
Then he saw Lan, his expression was very angry, and he walked around listening to the phone. Lan said something and hung up. He threw the phone to the ground furiously, then strode away. A security officer picked up the phone and followed him.

58. Interior view. On the stairs of the villa, the
thoughtful "shadow" walked upstairs eating a sandwich.

59. Interior view, the study room of the villa, the Japanese
"shadow" turns around on the chair, looks at the watch, and then continues to wait. He found the key stuck in the filing cabinet. He walked over to open the drawer and took out the file box with the USB flash drive. He squeezed the USB flash drive with his hands, glanced at his computer and then at the door. He returned to the desk and was about to insert the USB flash drive into the computer when the alarm sounded suddenly. The heavy metal door began to fall, and the lights went out.
"Shadow" was very panicked. He put the U disk back into the filing cabinet and rushed to the door.

60. Interior view, the living room of the villa, in the
darkness, the "shadow" slides down the first few stairs. The light of the flashlight penetrated from the darkness. The security personnel looked at the "shadow" curled up in a corner.
Security officer: I'm sorry, sir. We did not find anyone on it.
The trembling "Shadow" stood up, the alarm stopped, and the metal door began to rise. Amelia came upstairs with a few pages in her hand.
"Shadow": What's the matter?
Security officer: It's just a safety drill, sir. We are once a week.
Amelia: So you are here. I look for you everywhere.
"Shadow": I am an adult. You can't always stare at me.
Amelia: Don't go around by yourself. Security personnel don't like this.
"Shadow": I got it.
Lan quickly walked up the stairs with a towel around his neck, his face sweating profusely, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. He passed by them and walked straight to the study.
Amelia: Did you win?
Lan (turning his head): I didn't play tennis. Did fitness.
He walked into the study and closed the door hard.
"Shadow" (to Amelia): Fitness? What is he training? Participate in the Olympics?
Amelia: This is a transcript.
She handed him the paper and disc.

61. Interior view, the study room of the villa,
Geran is standing by the window. He swept away the cooperating attitude of sitting tightly before.
"Shadow": Cambridge. Let's talk about this.
Lan stared at him without saying a word. It took a long time to come back to his senses.
Lan: Sorry? Cambridge? It's been too long, I don't remember it very much anymore.
"Shadow": Do you often participate in performances?
Lan: Sometimes.
"Shadow": This should be good training for politics, right?
Lan: It's a good way to meet girls. Don't write this in.
"Shadow" (confused): Anyway, acting must be very important to you...
Lan: Well, I can only say that I like it very much. You step onto the stage to play another person—and the audience cheers for you!
"Shadow": Very good. now it's right. Just write it like that.
Lan: No way.
"Shadow": Why not?
Lan: Because this is the Prime Minister's memoirs. When the enemy tries to attack me, they always say that I am a fucking actor! Do you know what the Times said on the day I took office? "Fat and kindly left the stage." So, you can't write this. If you don't mind, don't go into details about my role as an actor. Just write according to Mike's original manuscript.
Lan stared out the window, there was a moment of silence.
"Shadow": Do you want to take a break?
Lan: Exactly. I have to make a call.

62. Interior view, the stairs of the villa,
"Shadow" walked downstairs with a pensive expression, and a security guard followed him.

63. Interior view, the office downstairs of the villa. When
"Shadow" walked into the office on the day, Amelia, Lucy, and Alice were sitting in front of the computer screen.
Amelia: What a bastard...
She turned the computer screen to "Shadow".
"Shadow" (reading): "Former British Foreign Secretary Richard Rickett requested the International Criminal Tribunal in The Hague to investigate the case of former British Prime Minister Adam Lan's order to illegally transfer suspected terrorists to the CIA for torture..."
on the table A telephone rang. Alice walked over to answer the phone.
Amelia: Don't pick it up!
Other phones also started ringing, including Amelia's cell phone. She checks the caller's number.
Amelia (continued): The hound started to move.
Her fingers tapped on the table.
Amelia (continued): Unplug all phones. Is Ruth still walking outside? broken! She is outside, isn't she?
She hurriedly ran out of the room. "Shadow" hesitated for a moment, and followed out.

64. Interior view, corridor of the villa, Day
Amelia: Barry! Barry!
The special forces soldier appeared in the aisle. His jacket was taken off, revealing the holster of the pistol.
Amelia (continued): Please find Mrs. Lan and bring her back as soon as possible.
Amelia walked upstairs, followed by "Shadow".

65. Interior view, the study room of the villa,
Geran is still looking out the window, listening to her mobile phone. When Amelia and "Shadow" came over, he ended the call.
Amelia: Ricard has already ---
Lan: I know. He called me.
Amelia: I can't believe it!
Lan: He wanted to let me know that this was not for me personally. He wanted to tell me that it was only because his well-known human rights stance prevented him from remaining silent. His "well-known human rights position"... my God.
Amelia: Why didn't you tell me?
Lan: Before I told Ruth? It's not very decent, is it?
They looked at each other. Then through the window, they saw Ruth, she was striding towards the villa, two security guards following her.
Lan (to "Shadow"): Sorry, I lost control of my emotions.
"Shadow": Don't take it to heart.
Amelia: Then you told her?
Lan: I just called her.
Amelia: How did she react?
Alice walked in with a page of paper.
Alice: Sorry, Adam, this was just sent by the Associated Press.
Lan (reading): According to the news from The Hague, the prosecutor of the International Criminal Court will issue a statement in the morning.
Ruth walked into the room.
Ruth: Why did no one warn us about this? What is Downing Street doing?
Amelia: The phone was disconnected. Most of them are fighting over now.
Ruth: Now? What's the use of playing now? What do your people do for food? Don't you tell me that your cabinet government doesn't know anything about it?
Lan passed the Associated Press report to Ruth.
Amelia: The War Criminal Court will not warn suspects under investigation.
Ruth: Is this Adam's current identity? A suspect? (To Lan) You have to talk to Sid Kroll.
Lan: I have to talk to London first.
Ruth (patiently): Adam, if it's good for them, they won't care about you at all. You need a lawyer. Call Sid.
Lan (to Amelia): Help me connect Sid.
Amelia: How do the media send it?
Ruth: Issue a statement for the media. Keep it short.
Lan: It's time to need Mike.
Amelia: Let me write.
Ruth (pointing to "Shadow"): Let him write. He should be the writer.
Amelia (leave): Okay.
"Shadow": Wait a minute —
Lan: I must sound confident. Don't argue - it will be fatal. But you can't be arrogant. Don't complain either. Don't be angry. Don't say that I am happy to use this opportunity to clarify my reputation or other nonsense...
"Shadow": Then you are neither defensive nor conceited. You are not angry but not happy?
Lan: That's it.
"Shadow": So what exactly are you doing?
Lan smiled.
Ruth: I told you he was very interesting.

66. Interior view, in the office downstairs of the villa, Ri
"Shadow" stands behind Amelia, and Amelia sits in front of the computer. She looked at him impatiently.
"Shadow" (hesitatingly): I have always been a passionate --- no, delete it. I have always been a strong — no, loyal — supporter of the International Criminal Court. Is he?
Amelia (typing): You are the writer.
He paused, searching for inspiration.
"Shadow": The fight against terrorism is so important that it should not be a tool for personal revenge.
Amelia: Very good. You can be another Mike McCala.
She pressed a key and the statement was printed. "Shadow"'s phone rang.
"Shadow": Hello?
Maddox (outside the picture): John Maddox. This matter will make a big deal. Only good for us.
"Shadow": Maybe.
"Shadow" glanced at Amelia, then walked into the hallway.

67. The interior view, the corridor of the villa, the Japanese
"shadow" walks towards the back garden of the villa.
Maddox (outside the painting): Your first chapter is here, and that's what it is now.
"Shadow": Okay.
Maddox (outside the painting): What content is there now?
"Shadow": Things from the past — childhood, university —
Maddox (outside the picture): Forget these useless things. Direct attention to his war crimes. He will definitely not say this to other people, it will be our exclusive content.
"Shadow": Yes...
Maddox (outside the picture): Is it possible for you to finish the manuscript sooner?
"Shadow": Early?
Maddox (outside the picture): Yes, early.
"Shadow": How early?
Maddox (outside the picture): I think two weeks are appropriate.
"Shadow": God!
Maddox (outside the picture): I know it's difficult. If anyone can do it, it must be you. I trust you. Let's talk again.
He hung up the phone.
"Shadow": The question is how to make Adam---Hello? John?

68. Exterior view, villa, dusk
Amelia's coat is fastened, it is dusk in January, she is standing smoking. When she inhales, the cigarette butt turns red. The sound of waves came from the beach.
"Shadow" (walking towards her): I didn't know you still smoked.
Amelia: I can only draw one by myself. When the pressure is very high or when you are very happy.
"Shadow": What is the situation now?
Amelia: Very interesting.
"Shadow": Maddox just called. He hopes that the book can be completed in two months instead of four months.
Amelia: My goodness, good luck.
"Shadow": I want to take a ride back to the hotel. I can continue working there.
Amelia: Are you thinking about taking the manuscript out of here?
"Shadow": Of course not.
Amelia: Because you know the seriousness of this matter, right?
"Shadow": You can search me if you want.
Amelia: Then there is no need.
She stared at him, then stamped out the cigarette butt.
Amelia (continued): Okay. Bring your things. I asked someone to send you off.

69. The interior
scene , the hotel bar, and the bar with no one in the night sky are decorated with marine fishery-themed decorations-fishing nets, lobster pots, glass navigation markers, and so on. "Shadow" sat alone at the bar. A television behind the bar is broadcasting the latest announcements.
TV news broadcaster: ...a loyal supporter of the International Criminal Court. Mr. Lan added that "the fight against terrorism is so important that it should not be a tool for personal revenge..." The
bartender walked over.
Bartender: What do I need, sir?
"Shadow": Whiskey, thank you. Large glass without ice. Can you change the channel?
Bartender: Of course.
The bartender pressed the remote control, and the news program was changed to an ice hockey game. He poured a glass of whiskey.
Bartender (continued): What do you want?
"Shadow": What can I eat?
Bartender: company sandwiches, clam chowder...
"Shadow": I want a thick soup.
In the corner there was a man staring at "Shadow", a man in his 50s, with a flat head and wearing a double-breasted sports jacket. He makes people nervous.
Stranger: Are you British?
"Shadow" (turning around): So are you.
Stranger: Yes, I am. Are you here on holiday?
"Shadow": No, it's at work.
Stranger: What is your job then?
"Shadow": Just do something casually. Feel sorry.
"Shadow" pretended to be watching the game.
Stranger (nods to the TV): I heard that Adam Lan is on the island.
"Shadow": Really?
Stranger: That's how I heard. You don’t happen to know his whereabouts, do you?
"Shadow": No, I don't know. If you don't mind...
"Shadow" turned his attention to the game. The stranger sighed, stood up, passed behind "Shadow", and left.
Stranger (said as he walked by): Dog bastard.

70. Exterior view, hotel corridor, a
few hours later. The drunken "shadow" walked towards the door of his room. He leaned against the wall, took out the key, and then tried to insert the key into the keyhole. He didn't aim. But when he pushed the door, it opened.
"Shadow": Is there anyone?

71. Interior view, hotel room, night
room, only the red light from the lighthouse and the light from the computer screen come in intermittently. "Shadow" frowned and walked carefully into the room door and turned on the lamp. His interview transcripts were scattered on the table and on the floor. He found his suitcase was opened. He picked up the phone and dialed the number 9.
Receptionist (outside the picture): the front desk.
"Shadow": Has anyone come to my room?
Receptionist (outside the picture): No, sir.
"Shadow": What about that guy — the Englishman?
Receptionist (outside the picture): You are the only guest in the hotel, sir.
"Shadow" put down the phone blankly, and looked at his messy objects in confusion.

72. Interior view, hotel room,
"shadow" sleeping in the morning . The morning light came in through the curtains. The phone rang, making it extremely noisy. "Shadow" woke up painfully, and then answered the phone.
Amelia (outside the picture): You must move out of the hotel immediately. Things have changed. The car to pick you up is already on the road.
"Shadow": What? Hey?
But the other party has hung up. He put the telephone receiver back. There was a sound of closing the car door heavily, and then another sound. There are voices.
"Shadow" got up from the bed and walked to the window. He opened the curtains.

73. Location, the hotel, the
first train line stopped at the door of the hotel. There were cars, vans, and some were equipped with satellite receivers. Dozens of cameramen, reporters, technicians and photo photographers gathered in groups.

74. Interior view, in the lobby of the hotel, the well-
dressed "shadows" dragged boxes and shuttled among the media personnel. The hotel is full of reporters, photographers, and technicians who talk to each other in various languages ​​or on their mobile phones.

75. Interior view, hotel restaurant, Japanese
"Shadow" standing in front of the self-service bar, he quickly drank a glass of orange juice. A fully equipped photographer is standing next to him, watching the New York Times. "Shadow" craned his neck and caught a glimpse of the headline on the front page: "The War Criminal Court will rule on the former British Prime Minister."
Photographer (notices him): The press conference in The Hague is at 10 o'clock Eastern time.
"Shadow": Thank you.
Photographer: Who are you with?
"Shadow": Just myself.

76. Interior view, small van, Japanese
"Shadow" sitting in the front row, with the suitcase on his knees, and the security personnel driving the car. He dialed the cell phone.
"Shadow": Please find Nick Ricardo.
Assistant (outside the picture): He is not in the office now. I got you a voice message?
"Shadow": Okay.
Security officer: Damn, here again.
Through the windshield in front, I saw the demonstrators — holding placards and loudspeakers — police cars and the media were waiting aside.

77. Exterior view, the highway junction, the Japanese
minivan slowed down from the highway and drove towards the Reinhardt Villa. The demonstrators rushed forward.
Woman with megaphone: Lan! Orchid! Orchid!
Demonstrators: Liar! fraud! fraud!
The slogan is repeatedly repeated. Many projectiles kept hitting the van.
Rick (outside the painting): Nick Ricardo. Please leave a message.

78. Interior view, small van,
with faces distorted by anger coming to the window of the car.
"Shadow": Hi, Rick. They are now asking for the book to be completed in two weeks. Thank you for the work you gave me. Can't speak anymore. Some pacifists want my life.
Suddenly, the distorted face of the stranger in the bar stuck outside the window. He jabbed the glass with his finger.
Stranger (speaking lowly outside the car window): You are working for a murderer!
The minivan moved forward slowly, interrupting their eye contact.

79. Exterior scene, forest trail, Japanese
minivan drove towards the villa on a bumpy road.

80. The interior view, the lobby of the villa, and
the suitcases of the "Shadow" of Japan are undergoing inspection. Amelia waited with the manuscript.
Amelia: Your complexion is very bad, and the jet lag hasn't passed yet?
"Shadow": Yes, I am 10 years old in two days. This place is just the opposite of Shangri-La.
Amelia: I called you several times last night, but you didn't answer it.
"Shadow": I forgot to charge the phone.
Amelia: Really? What about your room phone?
"Shadow": I slept deeply.
Amelia: Well, you can sleep here from now on.
"Shadow": here?
Amelia: We are surrounded. You can't bear the scourge of the media every day. They will discover your identity eventually. This is not a good thing for you.

81. Interior view, bedroom in the villa, Ri
Amelia opened the curtains. The sun shines through this is a bedroom with a bathroom. "Shadow" looked around with disgust.
"Shadow": This is where the old lady lives?
Amelia: No, this is where we let Mike McCala live.
Amelia opened the door of the big wardrobe and saw a few shirts and jackets hanging on the hangers, a row of drawers, and a suitcase on the top level.
Amelia (continued): We haven't had time to clean up these things. But the sheets have been changed.
"Shadow": However, the rule I set for myself is not to live in the client's house.
Amelia (giving him the manuscript): But now you can read the manuscript at any time. Isn't this exactly what you hoped for? In addition, Sid Kroll will be there at any time. (Walking to the door) Come look for us after you tidy up. You are actually already part of us.
"Shadow": Am I?
Amelia (standing by the door): You drafted the statement yesterday. You become an accomplice.

82. Interior view, the bedroom of the villa,
"Shadow" sat on the bed worriedly. He saw a pair of slippers under the bed. He picked up the slippers with his thumb and index finger and threw them into the closet.
Outside the window, a helicopter hovered over the sand dunes.

83. Interior view, the living room of the villa
. Risid Kroll sits on the couch, with a paralegal on each side: Encarnacion is a beautiful Mexican woman, Josh is black; the two are on their laps Both have a laptop. Lan and Ruth sat on the opposite sofa. It seemed that their dispute was still going on: Lan took off her jacket; Ruth turned her back to him. Amelia and "Shadow" are sitting in armchairs.
On the big screen, the war criminal prosecutor, a Spanish woman appeared at the press conference in The Hague. She was standing on the podium with the words ICC (International Criminal Court) written, flashing lights flashing all around.
War criminal prosecutor: I want to make a brief statement. I do not answer any questions. This morning I was authorized to investigate the former British Prime Minister Adam Peter Bennett Lan, based on Articles 7 and 8 of the 1998 Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court. I will contact Mr. Lan and the British government for their full cooperation. thanks.
The war criminal prosecutor ignored the loud questions from the audience and walked off the stage. The picture on the screen is switched to the aerial shot of the helicopter at the Reinhardt Villa.
Amelia turned the volume down. The telephones in the room rang. The helicopter passed low and the windows rattled.
Kroll: We have to send you to Washington, Adam, leave right away. My plane is on standby at the airport. You will be able to meet the Speaker of the House of Representatives at noon, and in the afternoon you will have the opportunity to have the media take a picture of you and the Secretary of State.
Lan: Doesn't this seem to panic for me?
Kroll: No, they will all say that this meeting was arranged long ago.
Lan: But what are we talking about?
Kroll: AIDS? poverty? climate change? who cares? The point is to show the world that everything is working as usual.
Lan: What do you think, Ruth?
Ruth: Bad idea. It looks like you are like a child who has been beaten, running back to the United States to find your father.
Lan: Then what shall we do?
Ruth: Fly back to London. The government will support you.
Amelia: The British government will fully cooperate with the investigation.
Ruth: Really? Why do you think so?
Amelia: I don’t think, Ruth, I’m reading.
At the bottom of the TV screen, the headline "Major News: The British Government'will fully cooperate with' war criminal investigation".
Announcer: Let's take a look at the live situation of the United Nations in New York...
Richard Ricard passed through the lobby of the United Nations Headquarters and was surrounded by a group of reporters and photographers.
Announcer (continued, outside the picture): …Former British Foreign Secretary Richard Ricard will make a statement here.
Ricard: I saw the announcement of The Hague today with shock and sadness. Adam Lan is my old friend...
Ruth: You hypocritical bastard!
Ricard: ...I regret that he handled this matter with personal feelings. This is not a question of personality, nor is it about justice. This is to ensure that every political and military leader understands that when you make any decision, you must fully comply with international laws. thanks.
Reporter: Will you go to court to testify if summoned?
Ricard: Of course I will go.
Ruth: Of course you are going, you bastard.
The TV screen was switched to the top view of the villa by the helicopter.
Lan: It can only be so decided, go to Washington.
Ruth: I still find it inappropriate.
Lan: Better than being taken away from Heathrow Airport in handcuffs.
Ruth: That at least shows that you still have courage.
Lan: Then why don't you fly back by yourself? If the British government wants to hand me over to this private court, let them die! I go to the place that welcomes me. Amelia, tell everyone that we will leave in five minutes. Ask someone to pack a box for me. You'd better clean up yourself.
Ruth (sorryly): Oh, why don't you use a box? That's much more convenient.
For a while, no one moved. Then Amelia stood up slowly and walked away. Ruth also left after a few seconds. There was a door slamming downstairs. Lan looked a little cowered, and he stood up wearily. The others also stood up, ready to leave. Lan shook his shoulders and put on his jacket, and he stretched out a hand to "Shadow".
Lan: See you tomorrow. I'm sorry to leave you. At least these reports will help sales.
"Shadow": Perhaps Reinhardt's public relations department arranged the whole thing.
Lan (laughing weakly): Then you tell them not to do this, okay?
Kroll: Okay, big guy — remember: happy, smiling.

84. Exterior view, Reinhardt’s villa,
the view from the Japanese helicopter: A group of people left the villa—Lan, Kroll and a special forces soldier entered the jaguar; Amelia, Lucy, and Alice, and Another bodyguard got into the minivan.

85. Interior view, the living room of the villa, the
"shadow" is watching TV on the day. A TV reporter stood in front of a row of demonstrators. One of them is the stranger. "Shadow" sat forward in the chair.
Reporter: Let us interview these protesters. Sir, you should be British.
Stranger: Yes.
Reporter: What made you come here all the way?
Stranger: My son is a British soldier. He was killed in an illegal war waged by Mr. Lan. Mr. Lan never visits wounded soldiers. He never apologized.
Reporter (going forward): Can I ask you the same question?
Stranger: You are a murderer, Lan! You are a war criminal!

86. Location, the woods.
Two cars were walking through the woods on the day. The front lights were on. When they came to the highway and met demonstrators and reporters, the two cars stopped.

87. Location, highway
, Geran came out of the jaguar, Kroll and three special forces soldiers followed. He strode towards the reporter. We saw a stranger in the crowd. He was standing in front of the cordon, guarded by the police in Massachusetts, which had suddenly increased in number.
Demonstrator: Lan! Orchid! Orchid! fraud! fraud! fraud!
Lan stopped in front of the TV camera. The slogan continued.
Lan: I'm sorry for keeping you waiting in the cold wind for so long...

88. Interior view, the living room of the villa, the Japanese
"Shadow" watched Lan speak on the live TV.
Lan: ...I want to respond to the news from The Hague...

89. Location, highway,
Geran: ...These are very strange things. Those who have always supported freedom and justice are accused of criminals, and those Those who publicly incite hatred and undermine democracy are regarded as victims. Let me make this point fully. As long as I live, I swear to fight terrorism as necessary, whether on the battlefield or—if necessary—in court. thanks.
Lan turned back to the car, ignoring the reporter's loud questions.

90. Interior view, the living room of the villa,
"Shadow" turned off the TV on the day. The villa suddenly seemed extremely silent.

91. Interior view, the corridor of the villa, the Japanese
"shadow" passing by the door of Ruth's room. There was a faint cry of her from the room. He stopped and listened for a while, then quietly returned to his room next door.

92. Interior view, the bedroom of the villa,
"Shadow" opens the closet door on the day. There is an old red suitcase on the top floor. He took it down.
He pressed the lock hook and opened the lid. Then he took McCala's shirt, jacket and pants off the hanger and put them in the box.
He opened the drawer and poured his socks and underwear into the box. When he turned the last drawer upside down, he saw something stuck to the bottom of the drawer. He took it down: It was a large envelope, and the address was Mailbox 2727, Port Wynyard, Mike McCala. On the back it says "Cambridge, Adam Lang Archives Center".
The confused "shadow" carefully took out the contents of the envelope: a few photos and some photocopies. Two pages are stapled together: one is a copy of Lan’s party membership card, the date of joining the party is in 1975, and the other is a report on the local elections in London, which is about Lan’s canvassing activities in 1977; two pages of paper. The date is circled in red. "Shadow" flipped through the two pages in astonishment.
"Shadow" (softly): Damn!
He started to look at the photos quickly, throwing them on the ground after reading one. We saw some black-and-white photos

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The Ghost Writer quotes

  • Amelia Bly: Are you ill?

    The Ghost: No, I'm aging. This place is Shangri-La in reverse.

  • The Ghost: Did you ever want to be a proper politician in your own right?

    Ruth Lang: Of course, didn't you want to be a proper writer?