“…… I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Milton's words woke Kevin like he had woken up from a dream, and he finally regained some composure. However, Rao is how calm and calm the expression on his face was, how sharp the eyes he looked at Milton, and how his reaction just now, as if he had gone crazy, had completely torn through the elite disguise that he was proud of.

His hair oils were no longer able to hold his broken hair in place, and they were greasy on Kevin's forehead. The dark blue tie that had been torn crookedly and wrinkled was like a knot hanging from a frustrated man hanging around his neck, and the blood red and black of his white shirt. And the tailor-made suit jacket that has always shown his status as a high-class person seems to be one size bigger at this moment, loosely draped on his body.

Kai Wen regained his composure, but somehow, he looked even more hysterical at the moment than before.

Theorod's performance is like an art. And Hekford now finally knows why he insisted on Angela oiling him all, but not too much. At this moment, Theorod's posture of being almost fooled and used by the devil to the point of collapse is vividly interpreted. This terrifying genius was able to use any available resources to perfect his performance.

"No, Kevin, damn no." Milton's tone was full of helplessness, and he looked at Kevin as if he were looking at a stubborn child, "My smart boy, you know. Think about it, a lawyer in a small town in Florida, he can win almost every game, but he will always find a place for him to wander, and then, he can always hear people say, hey, lawyer, that's it, no one blames you if you give up, no one can win all the time! ”

"And guess what? He chose to persevere, because he wanted to win all the time! He was so lucky that every time the jury sided with him, so that every time there was always a situation in his favor in one way or another in the courtroom, so that a barrister from New York took a fancy to him, and he came to this sin city, and it was all the while, smooth sailing. ”

Milton, like every loving father trying to enlighten his children, told the story in a story-telling way, his voice sometimes high-pitched and sometimes flat, and as he approached Kevin, he kept the same, slow, methodical pace, step by step, step by step.

Obviously, Milton's expression was very relaxed, obviously he was unarmed, and it was obvious that he had only expressed kindness to Kevin so far, but Kevin somehow felt a dangerous pressure from him, and as Milton slowly approached, Kevin, who should have maintained pride and dignity and stood in place, stepped back step by step.

"Why?" With his hands behind his back, Milton suddenly stopped, looking at Kevin with a playful and sly gaze.

Kevin also stopped at a loss.

"Because of you."

"Me?" Milton tilted his head, and there was no sense of disobedience in his gesture similar to selling cuteness.

"Satan."

"Oh, silly boy, call me 'Daddy.'" Milton smiled and shook his head, there was even a strange kindness in his voice, which made Kevin feel cold all over his body when he heard it, and at this time, he suddenly raised his voice, "Because of your conceit, your vanity, your arrogance, Kevin!" ”

"Did I make this qiē happen? No, I didn't hold you down by the neck to let you win that case, I didn't drag your body to New York, I didn't let it 'happen', Kevin, I'm just going to make it happen, and the rest is all your free will. ”

"What did I force you to do from beginning to end? No! Even, I'm advising you, persuading you to give up the case and go back to Marianne, but, what do you say? Milton suddenly changed his tone, changed his voice, mimicking Kevin's voice and tone, saying what Kevin had said when he abandoned his schizophrenic wife and continued his case.

Every word of Milton was like a sharp blade, cutting through the layers of Kevin's inner disguise, cutting through layer after layer of flesh and blood, and digging out the truth hidden in his heart that he had long realized, the truth that scared him-

"Sadly, until now, you are pushing this qiē towards me, in order to protect your great arrogance? Kevin, what has the hell done to you by the filthy blood of humanity? ”

Kevin's face gradually lost its color at Milton's words, he could no longer hold back the composure on his face, and his body trembled uncontrollably. This time, Milton didn't approach him, and he himself began to retreat step by step, as if running away from some nightmare.

"You killed poor Marianne, you let this qiē happen, and what did I do to her? A sex/love that can be scored 7 points only. ”

"Bang."

This sentence was like a bomb, causing Kevin to stumble under his feet, stumble over his suitcase, and fall to the ground in despair. Yes, in fact, Kevin has always understood that it was he who led this qiē, and what Satan did was nothing more than temptation, temptation after temptation, using his favorite fame and vanity, so that he could never escape from his palm.

He blames all the blame on others, just as Adam and Eve blamed the serpent for stealing the forbidden fruit. He ran away from this reality, thinking that if he didn't look at him, he would be innocent, and that by putting the fault on Milton, he would be able to stand on the height of a great avenger and get solace in his soul. He was afraid, afraid that his evasion and humility would be brutally exposed, he was afraid to face it, and his fear of this fact was even greater than being in the same room with Satan, the king of all evil!

However, in the presence of Satan, no one can escape their sins.

Kevin sat on the ground in a frustrated and sluggish state, his hands on his forehead, his eyes wide as if he had been stunned, and his tears had already dried up. He is like a walking dead who has lost his soul, and in him, there is no longer the proud lawyer who was heroic and charismatic in the courtroom at the beginning, only the shell of a down-and-out wolf bèi, a pathetic person who has lost a qiē.

“…… cut…… cut！ cut！ Heckford recovered from his stunned gaze and immediately called a halt. Up to now, this has far exceeded the filming progress he imagined, and the bridge section that was originally going to be divided into two or three sections of filming was so fascinated that he forgot to stop and shoot all the way to this place, which is incredible!

The first time the old man had a wild free play seemed to be so good that Heckford couldn't describe it, and he decided to do it again later, and to go through the previous part a few times, he had to shoot all the details into the film before he would give up - the first one was certainly not enough, after all, it missed a lot of details, such as close-ups of faces and action close-ups, and all of them were shot into medium and long-distance onlookers.

Theolod analyzed the character of Kevin too thoroughly, or rather, he analyzed human beings too thoroughly, so he could play this thousand ugliness. And if it weren't for Pacino's meticulous analysis of the characters - not only Milton, but also Kevin - as well as his old-fashioned acting skills and deep line skills, he would not have been able to perfectly interpret this scene that debunked the ugliness, and if it weren't for Theorod's understanding of Milton's character and extremely quick response, he would not have been able to respond so perfectly to Pacino's adapted lines.

"Son, do you want to stand up?" Pacino held out his hand to Theorod, who was sitting on the ground.

"No, Daddy, let me sit down for a while." Theolod rubbed his face, shook his head, and sat cross-legged.

"Then let me sit down for a while." Pacino said, sitting directly on the cold marble floor, "Ouch, maybe I'm really old, and I feel more tired from acting with you than filming action scenes." ”

"Me too, otherwise why wouldn't I be lying on the ground now?" Theorod nodded understandingly, and then he smiled again, "But, happy! ”

Yes, it's really a pleasure to play with a master, recalling the fierce atmosphere between the two just now, and thinking of the excitement of every time he accepts a challenge, Theolod can't help but tremble, and he can't wait for another 300 rounds of non-stop to be satisfied.

Pacino obviously didn't expect Theolod to be this kind of drug/addict addict, the crazy and excited reaction when he finally smoked the good product, he was slightly stunned, and glanced at the child next to him, somehow, the two suddenly laughed out loud in unison, and their laughter even attracted the attention of others.

"What are you talking about, you two, smiling so happily?" Director Heckford offered to bring them two cups of coffee, and then, like them, sat cross-legged on the ground.

Theolod took the coffee and shrugged his shoulders: "It's nothing, maybe it's just a sudden desire to laugh." ”

"Really?" Heckford looked at Pacino again.

"Oh, really, Taylor, that's a question that only actors can understand."

"Okay, I'm the director, so I don't know what you're up to, but I know you've been doing amazing, so I'm going to give you coffee as a reward, and, by the way, a question. How much do you remember about the lines that popped out of your head? I'm sure I'll have to come back a few more times later, because I still have a lot of reshoots. ”

"I'm fine anyway." Theolod said, looking at Pacino beside him, with a hint of good-natured provocation in his eyes and words, "I just don't know if an old guy who claims to be old still remembers." ”

"Ha, Taylor, do you hear me? This is the son's challenge to Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu doesn't teach his son a lesson, his son will ride to Lao Tzu's neck to spread wild! Pacino's eyes widened in feigned anger and pointed at Hekford, "Taylor, you are our referee, you can take a good look later, who is not good." ”

"Good, good!" Heckford couldn't even see his eyes when he was smiling. Of course, he knew that these two acting schools were going to start competing with each other, and as a director, of course, he couldn't wait to see these two guys fighting every day to be considered Su Shuang.