廊桥遗梦 第十三章 英2

孙祎卓

　A note sits before her as well. On it reads: "Robert. Again,I'm sorry for last night. Would you like supper again tonightafter you're finished. I'd like it very much if I were one ofthose good friends you have in the world. Anytime is fine --Francesca... P.S. By the way, "Of what I call God and Foolscall Nature" was..." She writes the name BROWNING.

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　　EXT. ROSEMAN BRIDGE - NIGHTFrancesca is tacking a note for Robert to the bridge. Sheconsiders taking it down a moment later, but decides not to.

　　She gets back into her truck and drives away.

　　WIDE ANGLE OF BRIDGES - DAWNDISSOLVE TO:

　　The view of the bridge goes in and out of focus until werealize we are seeing it through Robert's camera lens.

　　Once the focus it sets, Robert notices something is tackedonto the bridge. He crosses to it hurriedly -- time for theperfect shot is running out -- pulls it down, thumbtack andall, and shoves it into his pocket, unread. He returns tohis camera to take his shots.

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　　INT. JOHNSON BEDROOM - MORNINGFrancesca is making her bed when she hears a truck drivingdown the road. She looks out the window to see:

　　Robert's truck. However, it passes right by her house.

　　Francesca's spirit sinks. She feels silly, ashamed andrejected. She sits on the bed.

　　FANTASY:

　　Inside the truck, Robert drives by the house and chuckles tohimself at the foolishness of some boring, frustratedhousewife. Francesca's note has been crumbled and stuffedinto a dirty ashtray.

　　END OF FANTASY:

　　Francesca enters her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

　　INT. KITCHEN - LATER THAT MORNINGFrancesca sits at the kitchen table in her bathrobe with acup of coffee -- a comic portrait of shame and self-pity. Herhair is a mess, she hasn't showered or dressed and she staresinto space while listening to the bluesy Chicago radiostation.

　　The sink is full of dirty dishes she refuses to clean. Besideit is an ashtray of butts from the night before. She carriesit over to the table and begins fingering for a butt tosmoke in desperation. She lights up and stares into space.

　　FANTASY:

　　Robert is in Africa talking to TWO ZULU TRIBE MEMBERS. THEDIALOGUE IS SUBTITLED IN SWAHILI:

　　ROBERT(laughs)... and then she tacks this note onthe bridge asking me to have dinnerwith her again!

　　One Zulu turns to the tower and remarks.

　　ZULUHow pathetic.

　　END OF FANTASY:

　　Francesca put out her cigarette and suddenly gets an idea.

　　She goes to the phone, reads a number off of a slip of paperand dials.

　　FRANCESCA (on phone)Hello? Is Richard Johnson stayingthere?... No, I don't want to leavea message. Maybe you can help me --I'm his wife and I live in WintersetIowa -- I wanted to surprise them bydriving up tonight. What would be thefastest route, the Interstate?... Huh-huh... Hold it, let me get a pen.

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