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The tail of episode 4, Scottie Grandpa's corpse hung gloomily in the darkness, on the tree he had planned to die decades ago.
It turned out that the previous depressant drops were all prepared, and everything was to make his death more natural.
The next second, I suddenly understood the screenwriter's intention. This is not a film about a spy from the point of view of a spy, this is a story told from the opposite side.
Dani was infected with AIDS, and Grandpa Scottie was secretly drugged... As the password left by Alex's death was cracked, Grandpa Scottie had already felt the danger rolling in. The weak two of them were powerful spies in unknown countries. under the surveillance and hatred of the organization.
Dani said he could do it alone.
Grandpa Scottie didn't say anything, just silently told the story of the former Soviet spy power, and then he said: "But those systems of oppression, as ruthless as they appear, as unbeatable as they seem, never hold, never last, never survive, for we will not live in fear."
They intend to use everything they have to challenge the mastermind behind Alex's death.
Every step is the price of blood.
Alex's teacher, a wise mathematician, sighed after deciphering the code: I would be surprised if the four of us survived this week.
Dani just wanted to find out the truth of his lover's death. The manipulator behind the scenes changed various methods to threaten and deceive. He was still stubborn to find the truth.
He was finally knocked to the ground with a heavy punch, and Grandpa Scottie's body clearly told him that fighting against power was the price of blood.
Alex, who used to work for power, was like this, Grandpa Scottie, who had a decent position, was like Dani, who was like an ant.
Everything is just beginning.
When I first came into contact with spy films, one by one screen heroes became the spokespersons of MI5, MI6, CIA, FBI, KGB and even Mossad. All they saw was justice or at least, lone heroes.
Then I came into contact with Spooks, Tom, Adam, Lu Xiaobei, Sister Ros, Sister Ruth, the ten-season long drama of the corrupt country... All the male and female protagonists, elite agents, almost all died. Sandwiched between national interests and human rights, between truth and lies, they suffer.
Sister Ros, who is more masculine than all the men in the whole play, is never soft in her decision to kill. Whenever she is rational and calm, everyone thinks that she is the most unlikely person to hurt spring and autumn.
After Sister Ros died, they saw her will, she asked to be buried next to a quiet chapel, and she asked for her favorite poem to be read at the funeral.
It was Alexander Pope's "Ode to a Secluded Residence".
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
He must be a blessed man, who
only cares about the acres of land left by his father,
content to breathe the air of his hometown , and never leaves his
homeland.
Milk for himself, bread
for himself, sheep to clothe him,
The trees shade him in summer and
keep his fire burning in winter.
Bless him, I have no worries in my heart,
I only see the footprints of the years passing by,
my body is healthy, my heart is calm, and the
day is very quiet.
Sleeping peacefully at night, reading books at leisure, enjoying the
pleasures and events at will,
there is also the greatest joy:
letting reverie be boundless.
Let me live alone in this world,
so that when I die, no one will mourn and mourn,
quietly leave the world, where and when I die,
without the need for a stone tablet to remember
Grandpa Scottie before he died, tell Dani where he most wanted to live, and then It is a place no one cares.
This is an old spy who has gone through the cold war, the biggest dream, and also the little spy Alex who fell in love with a person, the dream that cannot be fulfilled.
Maybe the screenwriter just wants to tear apart the appearance of 007's suit and leather shoes, crumple everything about the spy and show it to you.
Dani, will you persevere in the face of a ruthless and powerful spy organization and state power? Even if it did, what else could it be except being ruthlessly crushed?
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