Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty-One
When the doctor finally allows Jill to walk into Toby's hospital room in Paris, Toby's appearance takes her by surprise.Overnight, Toby became old and shriveled, as if all the juices in his life had been drained.He has partially lost the use of his hands and legs, and, although he can grunt like an animal, he cannot speak.
Six weeks later, the doctor allowed Toby to be moved.When Toby and Jill returned to California, they were surrounded and cheered at the airport by newspapers, television, and hundreds of people wishing them well.Toby Temple's illness was a sensation, and friends kept calling to ask about Toby's health.The TV world tried every means to record in their rooms.Letters of condolence came from the president and senators.Thousands of letters and postcards have been sent from fans who loved and prayed for Toby Temple.
But no one invited him anymore, and no one came to visit Jill, ask how she was doing, and ask if she would like to attend a quiet dinner party, or go for a drive, or see a movie.No one in Hollywood cared the slightest bit about Jill.
She brought in Dr. Ally Caplan, Toby's personal physician, and sent him to two top neurologists: one from the Latin American University Medical Center and the other from Johns Hopkins University.Their diagnosis was exactly the same as that of Dr. Duclos in Paris.
Dr. Kaplan said to Jill: "However, it is important to understand that Toby's mind is completely intact. He can hear and understand everything you say, but he has lost the ability to speak and move. He cannot act. reaction."
"Is he—is he always going to be like this?"
Dr. Kaplan hesitated: "Of course, we can't be absolutely sure. But, according to our opinion, his nervous system is very damaged, and the treatment is difficult to achieve satisfactory results."
"You can't make a judgment, can you?"
"cannot……"
Jill knew what to do.
In addition to three nurses taking care of Toby in shifts day and night, Jill also arranged for a physical therapist to come to Toby's home every morning to treat Toby.The physical therapist moved Toby into the swimming pool, lifted him up, and gently stretched his muscles and tendons, while Toby let himself do as much kicking and arm movement as he could in the warm water.However, nothing works.In the fourth week, she hired a language doctor and spent an hour every afternoon trying to teach Toby how to speak and pronounce words.
Two months later, Jill still doesn't see any change.no progress.She sent for Dr. Kaplan.
"You must try to help him," she demanded, "you can't let him go on like this."
The doctor looked at her and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Jill, I can't tell you..."
After Dr. Kaplan left, Jill sat alone in the study for a long time.She had a presentiment that the violent headache was about to strike again.But now she had no time to think about herself.She went upstairs.
Toby sat up supported on the bed, staring forward blankly.Toby's dark blue eyes lit up as Jill came up to him.Jill came to his bed and looked down at him, his eyes following Jill, bright and alive.His lips moved slightly, making an incomprehensible sound.Tears of impotent sentimentality filled his eyes, and Jill remembered Dr. Caplan's words: The important thing, to understand, was that his mind was completely intact.
Jill sat down on the edge of the bed. "Toby, I want you to listen to me. You have to get off this bed. You have to walk, you have to talk," tears streamed down her cheeks, "You have to do this Do it, you're going to do it for me."
The next morning, Jill dismissed the nurse, physical therapist, and speech therapist.As soon as Dr. Kaplan heard the news, he rushed to Jill.
"I agree with you firing the physiotherapist, Jill—but, those nurses! Toby must have someone with him round the clock—"
"I'll accompany him."
He shook his head: "You don't know, the heavy responsibility you have to bear. It's impossible for one person..."
"I'll call you if I need you."
She let him go.
The severe test has begun.
Jill was trying to do what the doctors were trying to convince her to do.The first time she lifted Toby up and put him in the wheelchair, she was taken aback by how little he felt.She took him downstairs from the elevator that had been arranged and began to treat Toby as the physical therapist did.But now, what was different was that Jill was relentlessly pressing Toby to do what the physical therapist had gently asked him to do.When Toby wanted to say that he was too tired to take it any longer, Jill would say to him, "It's not over yet, do it again. For me."
She would force him to do it all over again.
Then, again, until he was exhausted and sobbed silently.
Every afternoon, Jill taught Toby to speak again: "Oh, oh... oh oh oh oh oh."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"No, oh oh oh oh. Round your lips, Toby. Make them obey you. Oh oh oh oh."
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
"No, hell! You gotta talk! Now, say, oh oh oh oh oh..."
He will try again.
Jill fed him every night and then lay in his bed with him in her arms.She took his two crippled hands and let them slowly move up and down her body, touching her breasts and between her thighs. "Touch it, Toby," she whispered. "It's all yours. I love you. It belongs to you. I need you. I need you to get well so we can have sex again. I need you, Toby."
He looked at her with his bright, divine eyes, and whimpered intermittently.
"Come on, Toby, come on."
Jill is tireless.She fired the servants because she didn't want anyone around.Since then, she cooks herself.She calls to buy groceries and never leaves the house.At first, Jill was busy answering the phone, but the calls soon died down.Then it simply disappeared.The broadcaster no longer issued bulletins on Toby Temple's health.It was known that he was dying.It's just a matter of time.
But Jill won't let Toby die.If he died, she would die with him.
The days passed day and night, forming a perpetual and endless drudgery.Jill gets up at six o'clock in the morning, and the first thing she does is to wipe Toby's body.He is completely incontinent.Even though he had a catheter inserted and a diaper on, he still had to get dirty at night.Not only do pajamas have to be changed, sometimes bed sheets have to be changed too.The stench in the bedroom was unbearable.Jill filled a basin of warm water and took a sponge and soft cloth to scrub Toby's shit and urine.After washing, drying him, applying talcum powder, then shaving and brushing his hair.
"Look, you look pretty, Toby. Your fans are coming to see you now. They're coming to see you soon. They're going to be rushing in to see you. The president is coming too—everyone To see Toby Temple."
Jill then prepares breakfast for Toby.Make porridge, cream of flour soup, or scrambled eggs, something that can be spooned into his mouth.When he fed him, it was like feeding a baby, and she kept talking to him, encouraging him that he would be well soon.
"You're Toby Temple," she drawled, "everyone loves you, everybody wants you back. Your fans are waiting for you outside the door, Toby. For them, you must Get better."
The long, penal days are just the beginning.
She wheeled Toby, who was paralyzed and crippled, downstairs to exercise in the swimming pool, then gave him a massage and taught him to talk, then made him lunch.After lunch, everything, repeat.Throughout the care, Jill kept telling Toby how amazing he was and how everyone loved him.He is Toby Temple.The whole world is waiting for his return.At night, she would take out a photo album and hold it up for him to see.
"This is a picture of us with the Queen. Do you remember how the people cheered you that night? There will be a day like this. You will be redder than ever. Toby, redder than ever."
By the time she had covered him with the covers and climbed herself onto the other couch next to his bed, she was completely exhausted.In the middle of the night, she would be woken up by the sound and smell of Toby's farts.She struggled up from the couch, changed Toby's diaper and scrubbed her body.When she's done with it all, a new day has begun.She was about to start preparing breakfast again.
Another day passed.The days passed endlessly.
Jill forces Toby to practice every day.Let him work harder, even if he makes a little progress.Jill's energy was so drained that her nerves sometimes became uncontrollable.When she found out Toby wasn't trying hard, she'd slap him in the face.
"You've got to beat them," she said fiercely, "and you've got to recover."
Jill's physical strength has been exhausted by her own schedule.At night, when she lay down, she couldn't sleep soundly.All kinds of past events flashed through her mind, like those in an old movie.She and Toby were surrounded and cheered by reporters at the Cannes Film Festival...the president came to their Palm Springs house...people praised how beautiful Jill was...how fans surrounded Toby and her at the premiere Beside... the golden lover... Toby stood up to accept the medal, then fell... fell... and finally, she fell asleep in a daze.
Sometimes, Jill would wake up with a sudden, severe headache that would still hurt when she woke up.She lay in the lonely darkness, fighting the pain.At the beginning of sunrise, she struggled to get up again.
Start all over again... Now she and Toby are like the lone survivors of a long-forgotten catastrophe.Her world had shrunk to this house, to this room, to a single person.From dawn to midnight, she relentlessly pushed herself to do everything.
She also urged Toby.Her Toby is imprisoned in hell, imprisoned in a world where only Jill must obey her blindly.
Dry and painful weeks passed, months passed.Now Toby would cry whenever he saw Jill walking towards him, because he knew he was going to be punished again.Jill becomes more ruthless by the day.She forced Toby to move his drooping, useless limbs until the pain was unbearable.He made horrible clucking noises and begged her to stop, but Jill would say, "No, not until you're human again, not until we let them all see you again." Powerless muscles.He was like a helpless, fully grown baby, a vegetable, a nothingness.But in Jill's eyes, she saw his future, and she told him: "You have to walk!"
She'd help him up, grab him, force him to move one leg at a time, make him try to walk, ugly though, like a drunk, like a disjointed marionette.
Her headaches became more and more frequent, and they were caused by strong lights, loud noises, or sudden movements. "I must go to the doctor," she thought, "later, when Toby is well." She was not really thinking about her time at the moment.
Only Toby.
Jill seemed to be possessed, her clothes were baggy, she didn't know how much weight she had lost, and she didn't know what she looked like.Her face was thin and pale, with sunken eyes.The shiny black hair before was now messy and dull.She didn't want to know about all this, and she didn't care about it.
One day Jill found a telegram under the door asking her to call Dr. Caplan.With no time, she has to maintain a routine.
Day and night, life has become a Kafkaesque specter.Bathe Toby every day, change his clothes, let him exercise, shave him, feed him, do all the things that should be done...
Repeat the next day.
She got Toby a walker and tied his fingers to the handlebars so they could hold it.Then pick him up, move his legs, try to show him, teach him to walk, move him back and forth in the room until she falls asleep standing up, not knowing who she is or what she is doing anymore. place, what is being done.
One day, however, Jill knew it was all over.
On this day, she stayed with Toby through the middle of the night and then went back to her own bedroom.It was not until dawn that she fell into a drowsy sleep.When Jill awoke, the sun was high, flooding the room with harsh light.She has slept for a long time after noon.Toby had no one to feed, bathe, or change.He was lying on the bed, unable to move, neglected, waiting for her, probably in a panic.Jill tried to get up, but found that she couldn't move.A bottomless, deep weariness made her exhausted body no longer at her disposal.She lay there, helpless.She knew she had failed, that it was all for nothing, that all those miserable days and nights, all those painful months of toil, meant nothing at all.Her body no longer listened to her, any more than Toby's body listened to his.Jill had no more energy left for him, and she wanted to cry, it was over.
Then she heard her bedroom door knocking.Looking up, Toby was standing at the door, alone, holding the walker with trembling arms, making an incomprehensible sad voice, trying to speak.
"Ji Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi...Ji Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi..."
He meant to say, "Jill." She began to cry involuntarily, and more than ever.Since that day, Toby has improved dramatically.For the first time, he knew he was going to get better.When Jill pushes him beyond what he can bear, he doesn't object anymore.He likes it.He wanted to get better for her.Jill became his goddess.If he loved her before, now he simply adores her.
Jill has also changed. Before, she was fighting for her own life, and Toby was just a tool she had to use.But now she has changed.It was as if Toby had become a part of her, as if they had only one body, one heart, one soul, and shared a common obsession with one purpose.They are undergoing a test of redemption.His life had been in her hands, she had fed it, strengthened it, saved it, and out of it grew a new love.Toby belonged to her as much as she belonged to Toby.
Jill changed Toby's diet so that he began to regain the lost weight, and he spent long hours in the sun each day, taking long walks in the yard, using first a walker and later a cane.His physical strength gradually recovered.On the day when Toby could walk alone, the two of them went to the restaurant and held a banquet with candles to celebrate.
Jill thinks it's time for Toby to show up.She called Dr. Kaplan, and his nurse put him on the phone right away.
"Jill! I've been terribly worried. I tried to call you, but never got an answer. I sent a telegram, and when I didn't hear back, I thought you were taking Toby somewhere else." Yes. He's now—he's—"
"Come and see for yourself, Allie."
Dr. Kaplan couldn't hide his astonishment. "It's unbelievable," he told Jill, "it's—it's a miracle."
"It's a miracle," Jill said, "but it's a miracle the world makes itself, because God's somewhere else."
"People are still asking me about Toby," said Dr. Kaplan. "Obviously they can't get in touch with you. Sam Winters sees me at least once a week. Clifton Lawrence keeps coming."
Jill not Clifton Lawrence, as for Sam Winters!That's still acceptable.Jill has to find a way to let people know about Toby Temple, that he's still a superstar, that they're still a golden couple.
Jill called Sam Winters the next morning and asked if he would come and visit Toby.Sam will arrive in an hour.Jill opened the front door to meet him, and Sam tried to hide his surprise at her appearance.Jill looked ten years older than when he last saw him.Her eyes were like a pair of deep brown pools, and deep lines were carved into her face.She had lost so much weight that she almost looked like a skeleton.
"Thank you for coming, Sam. Toby will be very pleased to see you."
Sam had planned to see Toby lying on the bed, and all that was left was the shadow of his former smash hit.However, he was taken aback and dumbfounded.Toby was lying on a mat by the pool.As Sam approached him, Toby stood up, a little slowly but firmly on his feet, and held out his strong hands.He looked tanned and fit, better than he had been before the stroke.It was as if by some secret witchcraft, Jill's healthy vitality had been injected into Toby's body.But the disease that attacked Toby ran to Jill.
"Well, it's good to see you, Sam."
Toby's words were a little slower than before, a little rigid, but very clear and loud.There was no trace of the paralysis Sam had heard of.With the same boyish face and bright blue eyes, Sam gave Toby a hug and said, "Jesus, you really scared us."
Toby smiled and said, "We're alone together, you don't have to call me 'Jesus'."
Sam looked at Toby more closely, and said in amazement: "I can't believe it, hell, you look younger. The whole city is getting ready for your funeral."
"Bury my dead body," Toby said with a smile.
Sam said: "It's hard to imagine that today's medical technology can really..."
"Not medicine." Toby turned to look at Jill with unabashed love in his eyes. "You want to know who did it, Jill. Only Jill, with her empty hands. All the people withdrew, but let me stand up again."
Sam looked at Jill, wondering.She didn't seem like a woman to him for such a selfless act.Maybe he was wrong. "What are your plans?" he asked Toby. "I reckon you want to rest, and—"
"He's going to go back to work," Gill said. "Toby has so much talent, he can't just sit around and do nothing."
"I'm eager to play," Toby agreed.
"Maybe Sam can arrange it for you," Jill suggested.
They both looked at Sam.Sam didn't want to discourage Toby, but he also didn't want to offer false promises.If the lead star hadn't been insured, he wouldn't have been asked to make a film.But which insurance company is currently willing to cover Toby?
"Not much work in the studio right now," said Sam cautiously, "but I'll keep an eye out."
"You dare not use him, do you?" As if she had read his mind.
"Of course not." But they both knew Sam was lying.
Nobody in Hollywood would take a chance on Toby again.
Toby and Jill are watching a young comedian on television.
"He's awful," Toby laughed contemptuously. "Damn, I wish I could be on TV again. Maybe I should get an agent. Someone who can run around town and get me a job or something." people."
"No!" said Jill firmly. "We're not going to have anybody peddling the streets for you. You're not some kind of bum trying to make a living. You're Toby Temple. We're going to let them come to you. "
Toby said with a wry smile, "They won't break through the door again, honey."
"They will," Jill promised. "They don't know what you look like. You're healthier than you were. We're going to show them."
"Maybe I need a nude photoshoot for some magazine."
Jill ignored his words. "I have an idea," she said slowly, "a one-man show."
"Uh?"
"Solo," her voice sounded more excited, "I'm going to book you at the Huntington Harford. Everyone in Hollywood is coming. Then they're going to break the door again."
Everyone in Hollywood, indeed, was there: producers, directors, stars, critics—everything important in film and television.Tickets for the Vine Street Theater were already sold out.Hundreds of people who did not buy tickets had to go home disappointed.When Toby and Jill came to the theater in a limousine driven by a special driver, a large crowd cheered them in front of the gate.He was their Toby Temple.He crawled out of the dead and returned to their side, and they admired him more than ever.
Some of the audience in the theater who came to see the play really wanted to pay tribute to the famous and great figure they respected; but most of them were out of curiosity.Nevertheless, their arrival fully expresses people's respect and love for this hero who was struggling on the death line and the star that is about to go out.
Jill made the plans for the show herself.She got O'Harron and Lineger to write some beautiful scripts.It begins with a monologue mocking Hollywood for burying Toby while he's still alive.Jill also found several composers who had won three Oscars.They never composed music for a single individual, but when Jill said, "Toby insisted, 'You guys are the best composers in the world...'" they agreed.
Director Dick Landry flew in from London to host the show.
Jill casts the most talented people she can find behind Toby, but, when it comes down to it - it's all up to the lead actor.It's a solo show, which means he's on stage alone.
The big moment has finally arrived.The lights dimmed.There was an expectant silence in the theater, and people silently prayed for a miracle to happen tonight.
it happens.
Toby Temple walked onto the stage calmly, with steady, strong steps, and his boyish face was brightened by the familiar mischievous smile.The audience was silent for a moment, and then thunderous applause and cheers erupted. The audience stood up, and the applause and cheers shook the house, which lasted for a full five minutes.
Toby stood there, and when the bubbling subsided and the theater was finally quiet, he said, "You say this is a welcome party?" And the people shouted again.
He was brilliant.He told stories, sang, danced, and taunted everyone like he never left the stage.Everyone is engrossed.He is still a superstar, but now he seems to have added something, yes, he has become a real myth.
"Vanity Fair" commented the next day: "People came to Toby Temple's funeral, but they stayed there to praise him and cheer him. How he deserved such an honor! There is no other actor in the acting industry." No one could match the magic of the master of comedy. It was a night of jubilation. None of those who were lucky enough to be there could forget the memorable…”
The Hollywood Reporter said: "Audiences were there to see a great star arrive, but Toby Temple proved he never left."
All the other reviews praise him in the same language.Since then, Toby's phone has been ringing again and again, and invitations and invitations have come like snowflakes.
The door of their house was smashed again.
Toby performed the same one-man shows in Chicago, Washington, and New York.He was a sensation wherever he went.People are more interested in him now than before.In a wave of soulful nostalgia, art theaters and colleges screen Toby's past films.The network held a Toby Temple film week, showing his past comedies.
There are Toby Temple dolls, Toby Temple card games, Toby Temple riddles, joke books and a T-shirt named after him, as well as logos for coffee, cigarettes and toothpaste .
Toby performed a skit in a Universal musical and signed with Universal to appear as a guest actor on all of the major comedies.Television systems also had creative teams rush to write scripts in an effort to air a new Toby Temple hour.
The sun came out again, and it shone down on Jill.
There were parties, receptions again.The ambassador, the senator, the private ones...all want to invite them.They were also hosted at the White House - an honor usually reserved for heads of state.Wherever they go, there is a stirring upsurge.
Now people are cheering not only for Toby, but also for Jill.The touching and moving stories about her, of her exploits in nursing Toby alone against external forces and restoring him to health, capture the imagination.Newspapers hailed her as the love goddess of the century. Time magazine, with a photo of the two of them on its cover, lavishly praised Jill in a feature in the same issue.
Toby has signed a five million dollar contract to star in a new weekly TV show.Beginning in September, for a period of twelve weeks.
"Let's go to Palm Springs, and you'll have a good rest, and we'll be back in September," Jill said.
Toby shook his head. "You've been locked up for a long time. Let's go out and play." He put her in his arms and added, "Honey, I don't talk much except for jokes. I don't know how to tell you , my feelings for you. I—I want you to know that I don't start living until the day I see you."
Then he turned away suddenly, he didn't want Jill to see the tears in his eyes.
Toby arranged for one-man shows in London, Paris, and—most remarkable of all—Moscow.Everyone is scrambling to sign a contract with him.He was as much a cult star in Europe as in America.
They traveled on the Gill, bound for Catalina.It was a sunny day.Among the dozen or so guests on board was Sam Winters, as well as O'Harron and Linegle, who had been cast as lead writers on Toby's new TV film.They were all playing cards and chatting in the living room.Jill looked around and saw that Toby was gone.She went out onto the deck.
Toby stood by the rail, looking out to sea.Jill walked up to him and said, "You're all right, aren't you?"
"Just to see the water, baby."
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"If you were a shark," he shuddered, "I wouldn't want to die like this. I've always been afraid of drowning."
She put her hand in his palm: "what bothered you?"
He looked at her: "I don't want to die. I'm afraid of the underworld. Here, I'm a big shot. Everyone knows Toby Temple. But in the underworld...you know what I think about hell? A what audience There is no place."
The Friars Club hosts a roast for Toby Temple.On stage were Toby, Jill, Sam Winters and the head of the television system who had contracted Toby, as well as a dozen top-notch comedians.Jill was asked to stand and thank him.Then the audience stood up and cheered.
They're cheering me on, Jill thought.Not to Toby, but to me!
The host of the banquet is a well-known TV host. "I can't tell how glad I am to see Toby around," he said, "for if we don't get him here to-night, we're going to put the feast in the woodyard."
laughing out loud.
"Trust me, the food there is terrible. Have you ever eaten in the woodyard? It's full of folding baskets."
laughing out loud.
He turned to Toby and said, "We're so proud of you, Toby. I mean it. I've heard that you're asked to donate part of your body to medicine. They're going to put it in Harvard Medical Research Institute." The only problem so far is that they haven't been able to find a jar big enough to hold it in."
There was a roar of laughter.
When Toby rose to give his answer, he beat them all again.
All agreed that it was the most successful roast at the Friars' Club.
Clifton Lawrence was there that night.
He sat in the house, at a table near the kitchen, along with other unknown men.Even this seat he got by relying on old acquaintances.Ever since Toby Temple fired him, he's been a loser.He had thought of partnering with a large attorney's firm, but he had no client and had nothing to talk to.Later, Clifton tried to find smaller agencies, but they were not interested in middle-aged, outdated characters.What they want are pioneering young people.Finally, Clifton accepted a job in a small new agency.His weekly salary was not enough to cover what he used to spend for a night at the Romanov Hotel.
He remembered that on his first day at the new agency, the agency belonged to three young pioneers—no, three young men, all under thirty years old.Their client is a swing dancer.Two surrogates had beards, and both wore overalls, sweatshirts, and tennis shoes on their bare feet.They made Clifton feel like a thousand-year-old monster himself.He couldn't understand the words they used.They called him "Daddy" or "Abba."He recalled the respect he had received in the city before and could not help weeping.
The dapper, always smiling agent has become listless and full of rancor.Toby Temple had been his whole life.Clifton couldn't help thinking back to those days.Other than that, he couldn't think of anything.Think Toby and Jill.Clifton blamed Jill for everything that happened to him.Toby couldn't help it, he was instigated by the whore.so!How much Clifton hated Jill.
He sat in the back, watching the crowd cheering Jill, and heard a man at the table say, "Toby is a lucky bastard. I really want to try her in bed, I hear it's great."
"Really?" Someone asked coldly, "How do you know?"
"There's a nasty movie she's in at the cat theater. Hell, I think she's going to kill the man."
Clifton suddenly felt parched, and had a hard time getting in and out of a sentence. "Did you—did you really know it was Jill Castle?" he asked.
The stranger turned to look at him. "Of course. I do know. She has another name—something Josephine or something. An odd Polish name." He stared at Clifton. : "Hey! Aren't you the old Clifton Lawrence?"
Adjacent to the middle of Fairfax and La Sinega, there is an area of Santa Monica Boulevard, which is a suburb and part of the "satellite island" surrounding downtown Los Angeles.It is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry District, which is wider than the provisions of the Municipal Management Law. There are six streets there, and four theaters are opened on one of the streets, which are dedicated to showing naked pornographic movies.There are five or six bookstores next to the cinema. Some guys want to watch pornographic movies. They can watch these movies through binoculars one by one in the bookstore.In addition, there are a dozen massage parlors full of young girls who are good at everything except massage.Cat Theater is in this environment.
In the dark theater, there were about 20 people sitting, except for two women sitting hand in hand, all of them were men.Clifton looked around at the audience.He wondered what drove these people to come into this dark cellar in broad daylight, and sit for hours watching other people have sex on film.
The main film begins.Clifton was utterly focused.He sat leaning forward, searching the faces of each actress.The plot of the film is that a young university professor seduces a female student into his bedroom for an evening class.These female students are young, beautiful and extremely talented.They performed various sexual movements.
However, there is no Jill in it.She had to be in the picture, Clifton thought.Because this is his only chance to get revenge on her.He wants Toby to watch the film.Toby would feel the pain, but he could handle it, and Jill was screwed.When Toby knew what kind of whore he was marrying, he'd throw her out and tell her to fuck off.Jill has to be in this flick.
And suddenly there she was, a wide-screen movie, colorful, spectacular, realistic.She has changed a lot now.Now she is thinner, more beautiful and more sophisticated.But this is Jill.Clifton sat there, intoxicated by the film, absorbed in it, giving his senses a feast, but his heart was filled with triumph and vengeance.
Clifton sat in his seat and waited for the cast to appear.That's her: Josephine Zinski.He stood up and walked to the back screening room.A man wearing only a long-sleeved coat sat in this small room watching the horse racing news.When Clifton came in, he looked up at him and said, "No entry here, friend."
"I'd like to buy a copy of that film."
那个人摇摇头：“非卖品。”他又继续考虑赛马的事。
“我给你一百美圆，让我复制一份。不会有人知道。”
那个人头也不抬。
“两百美圆。”克里夫敦说。
放映员把他手里的刊物翻过一页。
“三百美圆。”
他抬起头来望着克里夫敦：“现钱吗？”
“现钱！”
第二天上午十点钟，克里夫敦腋下挟着一盒影片的拷贝，来到托比家里。“不，不是影片，”他高兴地想，“是炸药。足够把吉尔·卡瑟尔炸到地狱里去。”
出来开门的是克里夫敦不曾见过的英国管家。
“告诉坦波尔先生，说克里夫敦·劳伦斯来见他。”
“对不起，先生。坦波尔先生不在。”
“我等着他。”克里夫敦坚定地说。
管家回答说：“恐怕不行。坦波尔先生和太太今天早晨已经动身去欧洲了。”
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