Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 254 Opening Show
Subtitle of this chapter: Everyone is an actor
"Mrs. Dempsey's trial is over. This is a first-degree murder case, and premeditated murder is the most serious crime in criminal prosecution. You have heard the testimony and understood the legal provisions. Now you must sit down and sort out the truth of this case..."
Mr. John McCall, who was designated as the judge by Yuan Yanshu, picked up the note in his hand and read it word by word: "A man is dead, and the life and death of a woman is in your hands!"
Then he continued to perform his duties saying: "If you can raise reasonable doubts and cannot confirm the defendant's guilt, based on this reasonable doubt, you must make a not guilty verdict. If you cannot find reasonable doubts, then you must find the defendant guilty based on your conscience. However, your decision must be unanimous. If you find the defendant guilty, then this court will impose severe punishment on her."
"In this case, the maximum penalty is... death penalty!"
"This is a heavy and solemn responsibility. Thank you..."
“Pa pa pa…” Our Master Yuan clapped and said, “John, you performed very well.”
Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the temporary photographer and said, "Then Mr. Fleming, should we give the defendant a close-up of his face?"
Mr. Victor Fleming made a square with his hands and nodded, "Yes, this is indeed a close-up, and then it slowly fades out."
"Well, if it's a talking movie, there should be some sad music here. Lillian, did you write it down?"
"I've got it down." The female director, holding a pen in one hand and a pad in the other, lowered her head and wrote down his instructions.
Our Master Yuan turned around and said to everyone, "Okay, that's the opening court scene. Next, we will exit one by one and enter the meeting room."
"Mr. Fleming, at this moment the camera is in an empty small conference room. The camera pans to the papers and stationery on the table. The credits are written on these messy things."
Hearing about the common shooting methods in later generations, the temporary photographer's eyes lit up and he sincerely praised: "Mr. Yuan, this is a great idea!"
Yuan Yan smiled and continued writing his "storyboard script": "Okay, when the subtitles are almost finished, the camera will return to its original position..."
"Jurors, you may enter now!"
At this time, a large dining table was placed in the center of the venue, surrounded by twelve chairs, which served as a meeting room. Of course, since these people were not professional actors, their performances were somewhat awkward and unnatural.
"Everyone, please relax... Now imagine that you are in a small conference room. It is freezing cold because the heater has just been turned on, and outside the window, dark clouds are brewing and the biggest snowstorm this winter is brewing."
In both the American and Russian versions of 12 Angry Men, the weather outside and the temperature inside are important clues. The American version is "the hottest day of the year", and heavy rain finally falls in the second half. In the Russian version, it is cold, and there is a blizzard at the end.
Screenwriter Yuan Da should learn this method of setting the mood. But now it is winter, so it is more appropriate to use the Russian version.
"Juror No. 1, what should you say now?"
Theodore Dresser said without hesitation: "My God, this is colder than the cold storage in my hotel."
"Very good, then it's your turn as juror number 2."
Mr. Brown thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think I'll just stand by the window and smoke without saying anything."
"That's good, too. Where's Juror No. 3?"
Mr. Fitzgerald said in a brisk tone, "Sir, this shows that your meat is at least fresh. I happen to have a date tonight. Could you please save a seat for me?"
Listen, this is what is called professionalism! The two great writers get straight to the point at the beginning, explaining their respective backgrounds in just one sentence.
Mr. Dresser was indeed a veteran who had worked at the bottom of society. He gave an ambiguous smile and said, "That's absolutely no problem. With the pretty girl? Then would you and your friend like some special 'drinks'?"
The young writer was a little surprised and said: "Wow, your restaurant can also provide..."
The great writer lowered his voice and interrupted: "Drinks are just drinks. Of course, if you give a good tip."
The young writer also whispered mysteriously: "Yeah, I understand!"
Yuan Yan clapped her hands and said, "Great, jurors No. 1 and No. 3, you are awesome!"
"Jurors 4 and 5 may come in together."
Mr. Pulitzer rubbed his hands and said in a rough voice: "What the Hell! I thought we were sending people to hell, but we ended up in hell ourselves."
Does this editor really have some talent for acting? It seems he might have chosen the wrong career.
Ms. Cather looked at him disapprovingly and said seriously, "Sir, you'd better not make such jokes. Our Father in heaven is watching us!"
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, may Heavenly Father protect me from pneumonia."
Hearing this witty remark, the writer, a "devout Christian", felt that her faith was being insulted. She snorted coldly and was about to speak when Juror No. 6, Yuan Yan, spoke up at the right time to smooth things over: "God bless us, at least we haven't been killed by our wives yet."
Mr. Dresser added, "Gentlemen, only for now, for now."
"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed together.
Master Yuan took advantage of this opportunity to remind: "Then juror No. 9, don't forget that you are a salesman! Sell your products to No. 7 and No. 8."
Wallace showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and talked about the encyclopedia he sold to Mr. Elliot and Mr. Ai Yiyi beside him: "Gentlemen, you really should take a look at our encyclopedia. Whether you count money or count stars, you need an encyclopedia."
The latter two had extremely perfunctory looks on their faces, and they did not interrupt this guy just out of politeness.
"Juror No. 10, you are the fire chief!"
Mr. Sanders nodded in understanding. He looked around and said to everyone, "Everyone, please be careful when you smoke. Fires are more likely to occur in this weather."
"Juror No. 11, you are a reckless seaman."
Miss Helen immediately lit a cigarette in front of the "fire chief" and pretended to smoke it. She also walked to the window and folded her hands and said, "The weather in New York today is really bad, almost like the North Sea at this time."
Her father... Well, Juror No. 2 glanced at him and said, "So, you have seen the North Sea at this time?"
Mr. Seaman said in an exaggerated tone, "Of course, I tell you..."
Meanwhile, Juror No. 12 put his hands behind his back and pretended to look at the pictures on the wall. Miss Pulitzer, the manager of the photo shop, looked disapproving...
"CUT!"
