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... people like me ..... Part 1B. in: Tenderness - On the trail of the killer. Russell Crowe - Det Cristfuoro. Director: John Polson 2006-08. Book: Emil Stern from the novel by Robert Cormier


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Before the scene

Lorelei comes home, takes a shower. She notes: the friend of her mother watching her apparently secretly. We can see her arm, the typical razor-scar self-harm.

Her mother gives her a CD - for the good math. It is the exact same CD that Lorelei has just stolen.

The mother, in search of a new partner who wants to get closer with her current boyfriend, he will move into the apartment completely. We know of Man is not ok

The scene

a windowsill. Then a kitschy glass menagerie of animal-shaped snow balls, souvenirs, a glass dolphin ...

through the window glass, we see a train passing at high speed. The apartment is right next to the railway, as well Loreleis house.

section. Medium long shot.

the room. Conventional furniture conglomeration of petty bourgeois desire for private idyll, two chairs, a small table by the window frame symmetrically. Cherry-colored wood sideboard, a Tiffany imitation it.

on the table a large glass globe with a live fish. He is not dead, but in this ball caught, like all the memories of glass on the window sill.

We are a husband

Closer notice from us. He is in his recliner. In the typical pose in which you lie when you're asleep watching TV.

short-sleeved undershirt, pants, mid-forties, Bauchansatz_beginnings_of_a_paunch, full hair, side parting, mustache.

He acts like someone who until recently was powerful. For some reason, he now seems to be on track to lose more and more.

His eyes are closed. He's asleep.

The voice from the off:

Some people live for their pain . Some people live for their pain.

It's all they've got He is all they have.

We see how the man is breathing, the deep breaths of sleeping people.

section. Close up , head and shoulders. We

stand directly in front of him. Semi-darkness. His head fell back, his face shaded, only from one side he is the brightness of the window.

The voice, his voice

They stay up with it, - you cherish en him

section. Very close up to one eye. We see his brown lashes, not very dense, the light can be one or the other light golden. The eyeball moves. Dream phase.

.. afraid, it might slip away. .. fear he might disappear.

moves now also the eyelid we see how opens the eye. The man awakes.

people like me. They are people like me.

... Dark pupil, veined whites of eyes slightly red. No great movement. The man looks back to where he saw when he opened his eyes. A second later comes unrest in his view

I would love to dream I would love to dream .

The alarm clock rings.

But one way or another ... but no matter what I do -

He turns to the clock, takes him in hand, looks at the dial.

I'm always awake ... I'm always awake.

section. Insert. We see how his hand is the Clock on the Kirschholztischchen side. An old-fashioned machine with a brass body and perlmuttschimmerndem dial.

passing, we recognize some objects on the tabletop.

phone, wrist watch, notepad , wallet, a phone, his service weapon. It is willing, but not reach. This is all he takes every day, and - oh, yes, and yes there is even a photo. We notice it when his hand from the clock withdraw. Half past seven.

The photo shows quite unmistakably him, much younger, slim, with cap and backpack. Beside him, also with a backpack, a pretty young woman, she laughs. They both probably in the trekking holiday, Nepal, or where young people go there so at least the steep green mountains in the background after.

Happy times.

The following are part 1C, 1D

2006-08 Russell Crowe - Det Cristofuoro

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