Subtitle of this chapter: Everyone is an actor

"Mrs. Dempsh's trial has ended. This is a first-degree murder case, and premeditated murder is the most responsible crime in criminal proceedings. You have heard the testimony and have understood the law. Now you must sit down and sort out the authenticity of the case..."

Mr. John McCall, who was designated as the judge by Yuan Yanshu, picked up the note in his hand and said word by word: "A man dies, the life and death of a woman is in your hands!"

Then he continued to perform the duties of the "judge" according to his memory: "If you can raise a reasonable doubt and cannot confirm that the defendant is guilty, based on this reasonable doubt, you must make a verdict of guilt. If you cannot find a reasonable doubt, then you must judge the defendant based on conscience. However, your decision must be consistent. If you determine that the defendant is guilty, then this court will impose severe punishment on her."

"In terms of this case, the highest penalty is...the death penalty!"

"This is a heavy and solemn responsibility, thank you..."

"Papapapa..." Our Master Yuan clapped and said, "John, you performed well."

Yuan Yan looked at the temporary photographer again and said, "So Mr. Fleming, should we give the defendant a close-up of his face?"

Mr. Victor Fleming gestured a box with his hands, nodded and said, "Yes, there is indeed a close-up here, and then slowly fade out."

"Well, if it's an audio movie, then there should be a sad piece of music here. Lilian, have you remembered it?"

"I've written it down." The female director holding a pen in one hand and holding a paper book in the other hand lowered her head and wrote down his instructions.

Our Master Yuan turned around and said to everyone, "Okay, this is the scene in the court at the beginning. Next, we will leave one by one and enter the conference room."

"Mr. Fleming, at this time, there was an empty small conference room inside the camera. The camera swayed to the paper and stationery on the desktop, and these messy things had a captain list."

Hearing the common shooting methods in later generations, the temporary photographer couldn't help but lit up and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Yuan, this idea is great!"

Yuan Yan smiled slightly and continued to write his "story-shot script": "Okay, when the subtitles are almost done, the camera will return to its original position..."

"Judges, you can enter!"

At this time, a large dining table was placed in the center of the venue, surrounded by twelve chairs, which were considered as scenes for serving as conference rooms. Of course, because these people are not full-time actors, they are a bit cramped and unnatural.

"People, please relax... Now imagine that you entered a small conference room, which was cold and cold because the heating just turned on, and the clouds outside the window were brewing the biggest snowstorm since the winter."

In the two versions of "Twelve Angry Man", the weather outside and the temperature inside are important clues. The American version is "the hottest day this year", and in the second half, heavy rain finally poured down. In the Russian version, it was cold, and a blizzard also occurred at the end.

Screenwriter Yuan Da naturally needs to learn this way to set off the atmosphere. However, it is winter now, so it is more appropriate to use the Russian version.

"Judge No. 1, what should you say now?"

Theodore Dresse said without hesitation: "Oh my God, it's colder than the cold storage in my hotel."

"Very good, then juror No. 2 is here to you."

Mr. Brown thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think I will stand by the window without any indication."

"This is not bad. Where is Juror No. 3?"

Mr. Fitzgerald interjected in a brisk tone: "Sir, this means that your meat is at least fresh. It just so happens that I have a date tonight. Can you leave me a seat?"

Listen, this is what is called professionalism! The two great writers start by going straight to the topic and explain their respective backgrounds in just one sentence.

Mr. Dresse is worthy of being an old man who has been at the bottom. He smiled ambiguously and said, "This is absolutely fine. Is it with a beautiful girl? Then do you and your friends want some special 'drink'?"

The young writer said in surprise: "Wow, your restaurant can still provide..."

The great writer interrupted in a low voice: "Drinks are just drinks. Of course, if you give enough tips."

The young writer also whispered mysteriously: "Yeah, I understand!"

Yuan Yan suddenly slapped her hands and said, "It's great, jurors No. 1 and No. 3, you guys are so great!"

“Judges No. 4 and No. 5 can come in together.”

Mr. Pulitzer rubbed his hands and said in a rough voice: "What thehell! (What the hell!) I thought we were sent to hell, but I didn't expect that we would go to hell ourselves."

Is this editor-in-chief really a bit talented in acting? It seems that it may have entered the wrong career.

Ms. Cather looked at him dissatisfiedly and said seriously: "Sir, it's better not to make such jokes. The Father in Heaven is watching us!"

The editor-in-chief of Le Monde said with a embarrassed smile: "Well, I hope my father in heaven will bless me not to get pneumonia."

Hearing this whisper, the female writer, as a "devoted Christian", felt that her faith had been blasphemed. When she snorted coldly, just as she was about to speak, Juror No. 6, Yuan Yan, suddenly spoke up and said, "God bless us, at least we have not been killed by our wives."

Mr. Dresse replied casually: "Gentlemen, just so far, so far."

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

Taking advantage of this gap, Master Yuan reminded: "Then juror No. 9, don't forget that you are a salesman! Sell your products to No. 7 and No. 8."

Wallace showed a sudden enlightenment and talked to Mr. Elliot and the Craftsman beside him about the encyclopedia he sold: "Gentlemen, you really should look at our encyclopedia. Whether it is a person who counts the money or the stars, you need an encyclopedia."

The latter two looked extremely perfunctory on their faces, but they did not interrupt the guy out of politeness.

"Judge No. 10, you are the fire brigade leader!"

Mr. Sanders nodded understandingly. He patrols around and sings to everyone: "Be careful when you smoke, as fires are more likely to occur in this kind of day."

"Judge No. 11, you are a seafarer who is unscrupulous."

Miss Helen immediately lit a cigarette in front of the "Fire Captain" and smoked it in a pretentious manner. She also walked to the window and hugged her hands, saying, "The weather in New York today is really bad, almost the same as the North Sea at this time."

Her father...well, juror No. 2 glanced at him and said, "So, have you seen Beihai at this time?"

"Mr. Seaman" said a little exaggeratedly: "Of course, I'll tell you..."

At the same time, Juror No. 12 pretended to look at the photos on the wall with his hands behind his back. Miss Pulitzer, the photo shop manager, looked disapproving...
Chapter completed!