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绝无偏袒任何一方之意

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          EXT.ON THE STREET-DUST

          Nancy stops in front of a homeless man on the street, who is

          reading a newspaper.

                              NANCY

                         (depressingly)

                    Tell me, is life always hard?

                              STUART

          Stuart closes up the newspaper.

                    Young lady, if you want to start a

                    conversation with a stranger, it's

                    a better choice to start it in a

                    polite way. And by the way, I'm not

                    tell-me, Tony or Tommy. I'm Stuart.

                              NANCY

          Nancy bends down.

                    OK. Mr. Stuart, could you please do

                    me a favor and tell me is life

                    always this hard to everyone or

                    just to me?

                              STUART

          Stuart lowers his head for a little while and rise up.

                    emmmm... Let me think. Got a bad

                    day? Broke up with boyfriend? Lost

                    job? Family member diagnosed with

                    cancer? Don’t know how to come out

                    with parents? Or...oh my god, are

                    you a HIV carrier?

                              NANCY

                    Fine, though I don’t like your way

                    of talking, I have to admit you

                    make me feel better. I lost my job

                    right after the internship. And due

                    to that, I can’t pay my apartment

                    rental and got driven out by my

                    landlord.

                              STUART

                    Ah, wait a minute.

          Stuart turns around and speak to GRAY

                    Hey! Gray! How's everything going?

          Gray walks away slowly.

                              GRAY

                    Nice day. Isn't it?

                              STUART

                         (low voice)

                    He can't see. Lost his eyes in

                    Vietnam War. Lives alone. Sometimes

                    he goes out for a walk at midnight

                    or ask me why it's so noisy outside

                    when it should be, you know, at

                    8o'clock in the morning.

                              NANCY

                    Oh...

          MME.GREENWICH gets down her car.

                              MME.GREENWICH

                    Nice girl, Stuart!

                              NANCY

                    Oh! I am not his…

                              STUART

                    Many thanks~

          Mme. Greenwich goes upstairs

                              STUART

                    Madame Greenwich maintains a fake

                    relationship with her husband. I

                    have seen her turn around and go

                    pretending nothing have happened

                    many times.

                              NANCY

                    But why she...?

                              STUART

                    Everyone has a story to tell.

                              NANCY

                    Then what's your story?

                              STUART

                    Just a homeless man.

          Stuart stamps his foot and stands up.

                    Oh come on! It's nearly 8, RANDY is

                    going to practice performing for

                    his audition in the balcony. Trust

                    me, you don't want to listen to

                    that.

          Stuart and Nancy hurries away.

          EXT.ON THE STREET-EVENING

          Randy(O.S)To be or not to be:that is the question

                              STUART&RANDY

                         (Stuart imitates Randy's

                         accent)

                    Whether'tis nobler in the mind to

                    suffer.

                              STUART

                    God! Why do people love Shakespeare

                    so much? I just don't get it.

          Nancy and Stuart walk along the street.

                              NANCY

                    Is he a Spanish boy? That must be

                    hard for him to recite those long

                    ancient lines. That makes me kinda

                    envy him.

                              STUART

                         (laugh)

                    For what? Date with Shakespeare day

                    and night?

                              NANCY

                         (giggle)

                    No! I am just not sure if there's a

                    thing I'd like to spend all rest of

                    my life on. It seems I've lost my

                    passion for everything.

                              STUART

                    Too early to say that. Look at

                    Randy, he is surely a drama addict,

                    so that he put all himself into the

                    fictional roles. And those singers,

                    they sing because they enjoy the

                    feeling of having notes shake

                    through their bodies. We don't need

                    to find our goals deliberately. And

                    people who settle down in Iceland

                    after a world tour must have a

                    desire to those beautiful icy

                    mountains.

                              NANCY

                    Then why you are here?

                              STUART

                    To know the world.

          EXIT.ON THE STREET-MIDNIGHT

          Nancy and Stuart walk along the street and stop at a guitar

          store.

                              STUART

                    Oh, my baby.

                              NANCY

          Nancy points at a guitar on the wall.

                    Is that yours?

          Nancy squints her eyes and stands on her tiptoes, trying to

          figure out what’s sticking onto the guitar.

                     Those are...

                              STUART

                    They are stamps. I collected them

                    from cities around the world. Rome,

                    Paris, Katmandu, Damascus, Beijing

                    and some small towns I cannot name

                    out. Wanna have a close look?

                              NANCY

                    But how could we...?

                              STUART

          Stuart looks for something in his pocket.

                    Then you need this, essential

                    living material for a homeless man!

          He take out a stretch of iron wire.

                    Cover me, cover me!

          Nancy turns around and observes whether there’s people

          around.

                              STUART

          Stuart opens the door.

                    There you go.

          INT.IN A GUITAR SHOP-MIDNIGHT

          Nancy and Stuart come into the room, draw back the curtain,

          open the phone light, take down the guitar and sit down on

          the ground.

                              NANCY

                    Beautiful sound. Then why you don’t

                    own it now?

                              STUART

                    I sold it, for money. To live is

                    more important than anything,

                    right? Wanna have a try?

                              NANCY

                    Yeah, sure.

          Nancy takes over the guitar and starts to sing Seasons in

          the Sun.

                              STUART

                         (surprisingly)

                    Wow, great taste.

                              NANCY

                    I used to be a guitar player in my

                    local band. Cut my hair as short as

                    it can never touch my neck. Having

                    an arm of tattoos. No schoolwork,

                    no books, no care of anyone’s word.

                    We redecorated an old drag boat as

                    a studio.There are times home party

                    invite us for entertainment. And

                    spent all the payment to update

                    equipment or just drunk them out.

                    It’s like a circle.

                              STUART

                    Then what changed you? I mean why

                    did you stop?

                              NANCY

                    My mom’s death. It’s not about pain

                    or keeping fancying she’s alive. It

                    feels like losing everything all of

                    a sudden. I couldn’t develop an

                    interest to anything ever since. So

                    now I’m following her trace.

                    Getting a stable job, arranging

                    things in advance, finishing them

                    on time and waiting for an answer.

                              STUART

          Stuart points at the guitar.

                    Give me that. This is for you.

          He plays the guitar and sing Lost Stars.

          EXT.IN FRONT OF A CHAPEL-MIDNIGHT

                              NANCY

                    I have never been to a chapel at

                    the midnight.

                              STUART

                    I have done this a few times

                    before. You know, those nuns, they

                    are very willing to offer a place

                    to men like me in winter.

          Stuart and Nancy walk into the chapel.

          INT.IN A CHAPEL-MIDNIGHT

                              STUART

          Stuart points the Madonna painted on the wall.

                    What do you think she is thinking

                    of?

                              NANCY

                    Well, maybe the reason why she is

                    pregnant of the God’s son.

                              STUART

                    No. She’s looking down. Maybe

                    considering the need to buy a pair

                    of new shoes the next day.

                              NANCY

                    Ouch.

                              STUART

          Stuart turns around, shrugs and they two walk forwards.

                    I don’t believe in God. But I

                    believe the remorse and pains

                    people leave there are real.

                    Sometimes you can hear the remorse

                    and prays clearly.

                              NANCY

                    Yeah. We all need a place or

                    someone to pour our negative

                    thoughts onto. Or something

                    supports us when we are in pains.

          They two sit down.

                              NANCY

                    This is the place where I first

                    knew what death is. It is said

                    people would die three times in

                    their life. The first is a

                    biological death, when the heart

                    doesn’t beat again, no more warm

                    air comes out from the nostril and

                    the body decomposes into dirt in

                    the end. And the second step is

                    when the doctor or the institutions

                    declare you are dead.Your bank

                    account will be frozen. And your

                    name will never be on a plane

                    ticket again. And finally, the last

                    person who knows you when you are

                    alive passes away. Then all the

                    trace you have on the earth gone,

                    like you have never lived.

                              STUART

                    But do you know? Based on your

                    theory, we won’t die physically. We

                    are all made up of molecule and

                    atoms, which can be found

                    everywhere in the universe. Even

                    the light your eyes are capturing

                    at the moment, it can be from a

                    particle millions of years ago in

                    the vicinity of the one composing

                    your right finger.Is that romantic?

                    No one will be really dead. We are

                    all becoming stars in the end.

          The two keep silent, both absorbed in thought.

                              STUART

          Stuart turns up his head.

                    Do you want to see our ancestors?

          EXT.IN A PARK-NEARLY DAWN

          They two run to a grassland covered with papers.

                              STUART

                    Here's my home. I live under the

                    stars. This is my pillow and

                    ...quilt.

          Stuart takes out an old baseball mitt and a few hard

          cardboard boxes.

                    Yeah, these are sweet things to

                    keep you warm in though nights.

          Nancy sits beside Stuart.

                              NANCY

                    Why there are so many holes on the

                    newspaper?

                              STUART

                         (laugh)

                    That’s for Randy. I cut all the

                    information about his homeland from

                    the newspaper and put them in his

                    mail box, in case he doesn’t know

                    what happens in his country.

                              NANCY

                    In case he feels lonely?

                              STUART

                    Yes, in case he feels lonely...

          They two keep silent, look upwards to the stars.

                              NANCY

                         (murmuring)

                    To understand only what I was

                    predestined; I was, me, vain shadow

                    dark and taciturn.

                              NANCY&STUART

                    The mysterious King of the night

                    pump; That heaven for me alone was

                    lit up!

                              NANCY

          Nancy turns to Stuart.

                    You know that poem?

                              STUART

                    Sure. And I also know the French

                    version.

                         (slowly recite)

                    Le roi mystérieux de la pompe

                    nocturne ; Que le ciel pour moi

                    seul s'était illuminé ! Picked up a

                    little French when hanging around

                    in Paris.

                              NANCY

          Nancy gets up with her arm supporting her head.

                    Is there anything you don’t know?

                              STUART

                    I know everything.

          Nancy leans down on her arms.

                              NANCY

                    Stuart, where do we come from?

                              STUART

                    From our moms.

                              NANCY

                    No, we are what we do. You sleep

                    under stars. You feel the wind. You

                    see small things. You know nature.

                    You are free. I want to be as free

                    as you. But life never gives me a

                    choice.

                              STUART

                    Then fight for one.

          Nancy sighs, then remains silent.

                              STUART

                    You see the Triones over there? It

                    could be anyone. Your mom, your

                    grand-grandfather and maybe his

                    gorgeous neighbor. She might have

                    had a romantic story with him on

                    the senior prom, but they two broke

                    in the end. Otherwise, the world

                    will lose a girl who likes to

                    accost homeless man on the street

                    and hang out with him all the

                    night.

          Nancy laughs.

                              STUART

                    Trust me, if your mom is watching

                    you right now. She would be happy.

                    Coz you are happy. You didn’t part

                    with her, you are carrying her. If

                    you want to do something, then go

                    for it. Just remember, whenever you

                    feel tired and lonely, look up to

                    the sky and look at those great

                    people.

          The sun rises and stars start to fade.

                              STUART

                    They are with us, all along the

                    way.

          Stuart stands up.

                    Goodbye Hugo! Goodbye Vincent!

          Nancy stands up.

                    See ya Mandela! Bye Michael

                    Jackson! Bye Hawking!

                              NANCY

                         (turn around and laugh)

                    Oh god. He is still alive!

                              STUART

                         (Stuart makes a face and

                         winks)

                    I'm sorry.

                              NANCY

                    Bye Stanley Kubrick! Bye David

                    Bowie! And bye Stuart!

                         (Nancy turns around to Stuart)

                    I’m going to go. Thanks for your

                    treat, stories and lovely bed. See

                    you, maybe!

                              STUART

                    If I can’t see you again. Good

                    morning, good afternoon and good

                    evening.

          EXT.IN FRONT OF NANCY’S APARTMENT.DAYS LATER-MORNING

          Nancy is collecting her package and waiting for a taxi when

          Stuart shows up suddenly. Nancy gets surprised.

                              STUART

                    Is me wearing a suit or knowing

                    where you live get you surprised?

                              NANCY

                    Neither. I was wondering where you

                    are going.

                              STUART

                    Where are you going?

                              NANCY

                    Hollywood. For an... audition.

                              STUART

                    Wow, young lady. What a

                    coincidence. We are going to the

                    same direction. Shall we?

          Stuart reaches out his arm and Nancy steps out and holds

          Stuart 's arm.

                              NANCY

                    Yeah, sure. Why not? How do we get

                    there?

                              STUART

                    On foot.