Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 250 Jury
Subtitle of this chapter: There are naturalistic performances, and of course there are naturalistic screenwriting.
"I?!"
Miss Lillian Gish was stunned when she heard this. She was not the kind of young and ignorant person. As a student of David Griffith and having spent half her life on the set, she certainly knew that being a director was not that simple.
However, women in love are often blinded by love, and this big star is no exception. She has a blind confidence in Yuan Yanshu, so she didn't think much about it, but asked involuntarily: "Ni ao, have you written a new script?"
There is no new script yet, but can I "write" one right away?
Our Master Yuan smiled slightly and shouted in his mind: "Master Ball, I want to draw..."
"Host, your B-coin balance is insufficient."
He kept a straight face, but secretly thought that it was bad. After meeting TS Eliot just now, he suddenly wanted to "learn from" this great poet, so he randomly drew several modern poems at the cost of 1,000 B coins each time. He drew all the B coins, but the problem was that he didn't even have a poem that was good enough.
What should I do now?
He habitually lit a cigar. While he was thinking about what to do, he happened to see Mr. Sanders, a current affairs reporter from the New York Times, and his heart was moved, thinking of a recent social news...
Oh, if I combine this matter with that idea, I can write an "adapted" script that is definitely... well, definitely worthy of being called a brilliant one.
He glanced at the guests who were a "gathering of celebrities", and his heart couldn't help but move again. Since it was an "adaptation", why not "adapt" it in this way?
Oh, if you could write a script in this way, it would definitely be a literary legend that would be passed down to future generations.
Yuan Yan suddenly winked at her lover and said, "Lilian, as for the script... I haven't written one recently. Of course, if you want, I can write one for you right now."
He suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Ladies and gentlemen, do you know anything about the Dempsey case?"
"I know. Isn't it the murder case that has been making a lot of noise recently ?"
"Come to think of it, this case also happened in Brooklyn, not far from here."
In a metropolis like New York with millions of people, it is not uncommon for a few murders to occur. And cases where a couple quarrels and one party accidentally kills the other are also common.
However, the case of Dempsey's murder of his father is indeed a bit bizarre. Like the male protagonists of those domestic violence stories, Mr. Dempsey is a bad husband who is often drunk, and similarly, the female protagonist, Mrs. Dempsey, is a weak housewife who has always been submissive.
Then one day, their landlord found Mr. Dempsey dead in his apartment with multiple stab wounds, and Mrs. Dempsey was missing. When the NYPD arrived, they found that the apartment's doors and windows were closed, and there were no signs of rummaging except for signs of a fight. The property was basically intact, and there was a half-eaten dinner on the table.
The police questioned the landlord and the neighbors and learned that they heard the couple quarreling as usual a few days ago. Someone also saw Mrs. Dempsey hurriedly leaving her home.
Combining the testimony of witnesses and the on-site investigation, the case seems to have become clear. The couple, who had always had a bad relationship, quarreled again, and the wife killed her husband accidentally or intentionally .
Just when the NYPD was about to issue a wanted issue for Dempschiff, she turned herself in. To be more precise, she ran to the police station and insisted that she was innocent. She had simply run away from home that night because she couldn't bear the beatings and scolding from her husband, and she had no idea what happened afterwards.
Then the police naturally asked her where she had been, and Mrs. Dempsey readily confessed that she had gone to the home of her lover, a salesman. The police found the salesman again, but the guy flatly denied that Mrs. Dempsey had not gone to his place that night.
The police hastily concluded that Mrs. Dempsey was lying and was the real murderer in this case. The New York City prosecutor filed a public prosecution. In the end, the jury unanimously found Mrs. Dempsey guilty and sentenced her to life imprisonment.
However, this verdict has aroused public doubts, because there are indeed some unclear points in this case. First, the murder weapon has never been found; second, there are witnesses who claim to have seen Mrs. Dempsey go to her lover's house that night; finally, even if Mrs. Dempsey lied, it does not prove that she is guilty.
The most critical question is, how did a weak woman like Dempsey kill her husband??
Fortunately, our Master Yuan is not a true spiritual American, otherwise he would definitely feel disillusioned after seeing such a muddled case. In fact, the American judicial system is just that, and even more confusing cases like the "Norfolk Sailors Case" still happened decades later.
At this time, Mr. Victor Fleming couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Mr. Yuan, I admit that this case is indeed a good material. But how do you write this case into a script that conforms to the three unities ?"
There are many movie scripts that conform to the three unities. The most common one is... short films, which conform very well to the "uniformity of time, place and plot".
Yuan Yan smiled and replied calmly: "Mr. Fleming, my script is not about the case itself, but..."
He stopped at the critical moment, took a slow puff of his cigarette, and looked meaningfully at the guests around him who were attracted.
"I understand!" The first person to react was "His Majesty the Divine Emperor". Mr. McCall clapped his hands and said, "I understand. This script is about a court debate!"
After he said this, the people around him suddenly realized it. Yes, writing a court debate can condense the entire case, allowing the prosecution and defense to present their own evidence, and also have a fierce and exciting debate.
Our Master Yuan gave his lawyer a thumbs up and said, "Not bad, John, but... you guessed wrong!"
"My script is about..." He turned around and said to the people around him, "The jury!"
Now everyone finally understood Yuan Yanshu’s real meaning, but what could he write if he was writing about the jury?
Of course, this question was immediately raised.
"Hahaha, that's a good question. But the answer is..."
Our Master Yuan suddenly waved his hand, drew a circle and said, "It's on you all."
He looked around at the people present with interest and said with a grin, "Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to finish this script with me, right here and right now?"
