When he returned to Grape Hill with Gregory Pike and Leo, it was already midnight. As soon as Leo entered the house, he vomited and went to sleep, and Victor sent Gregory Pike to sleep, washed his face, cleared his mind, walked to his desk, and began to complete the final script for The Grapes of Wrath, which John Ford had given him.

After loading the typewriter with paper and staring at the blank space on it, Victor realized that what he thought was easy was actually not simple.

Although I have watched the movie "Grapes of Wrath" several times in later generations, what remains in my mind is only a general impression, and it is impossible to remember the specific story, especially the details.

If you come up with something exactly like the real script of the historical "Grapes of Wrath", it is basically impossible.

Therefore, I can only rely on my own memory to complete it as much as possible, and of course, there will always be some play of my own.

Victor pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and his soft, slender fingers landed on the typewriter, and soon, the sound of crackling in the room was endless.

Gregory Peck, who had just finished his shower, walked in wearing a vest, and was clearly curious when he saw Victor sitting next to the typewriter with a focused expression.

Pike didn't dare to disturb Victor, sat down in the chair next to him, and casually picked up a few pages of Victor's printed Haode placed next to him and read.

At first, Pike looks at it casually, rubbing his wet hair with a towel as he watches, but soon, Pike's face has a complicated expression.

This look is sometimes excited, sometimes sad, sometimes tangled, sometimes angry.

"Mr. Ferro, is there anything else!?" When Zuihou finished reading the one-page script, Pike couldn't help but come to Victor's side.

"How's the story?" Victor laughed.

"Great! This script is fantastic! Gregory Peck tugged at his vest excitedly and said, "How can I say it, Mr. Ferro, this script of yours is very different from the stories of movies or plays I have seen before, to be precise, it should be a difference in style!" Your script tells a story of flesh and blood, you tell the brushstrokes and the camera aimed at the current American shijie, aimed at the precious and pathetic human nature, you tell an American story, the story of an American farmer, but in fact, it reflects this sad shijie. I can see that it is a continuation of Tolstoy's style."

Gregory Peck was not a man of sweet words, on the contrary, he was not a man of many words and was very shy, which made Victor very embarrassed.

"It's not so good, I'm just writing and playing." Victor waved his hand.

Gregory Peck felt that Victor might have taken what he had just said as flattery, and hurriedly argued: "Mr. Ferro, what I just said is true, I really can't imagine that you are such a profound person. ”

"Deep people?" The drunken Leo staggered in, carrying a wine bottle in his hand, and pointed at Victor and said, "Deep fart!" This is basically a sad person. Damn, $500 made a chick......"

Gregory Pike was furious and about to go up and fight Leo, but Victor persuaded the two of them.

"You two, if you have the strength to fight, you might as well help me complete this script together." Victor suggested.

Leo and Gregory Peck Zuihou obediently sat across from Victor, the three of them, facing the printer and the first drafts, constantly giving their opinions.

"Mr. Ferro, I don't think this detail of yours is true. I've been in the police station, and the police are rarely interested in the loiterers outside, unless the gang has angered them over the weishenme thing, and I think you can devise a provocative detail......"

"You can't write like this in a fight, you have to be energetic in a fight, you're a here!"

"And here, can you add a woman here!?"

……

In the midst of the cacophony of the three people, the typewriter crackled all night.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight leaked in through the window lattice, casting onto the three haggard faces.

"It's dawn." Victor pushed open the window, and the crisp air of the morning poured in, blowing away the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the room, and making Victor's drowsy mind suddenly sober up a lot.

Walking over to the typewriter and putting the manuscript in order, Victor let out a long breath.

This night, I didn't stay up in vain, and finally got the first draft of the script of "The Grapes of Wrath" out. Although there are some differences from the real script in history, basically eighty or ninety percent of the content is similar, and Victor feels particularly satisfied that after the collective discussion of the three people, the new content is closer to the times, and this script is satisfactory to Victor.

"Let's go, go to 20th Century Fox." Victor put the script in his bag and turned to Leo and Gregory Pike.

Leo lay on the bed and said bitterly, "I'm not going!" I'm so sleepy, I'm going to you! ”

Gregory Peck picked up his coat and said to Victor, "Mr. Ferro, I'll go with you!" I have a lot of confidence in your script. “

The two men left Grape Hill and trotted all the way to the headquarters of 20th Century Fox.

John Ford's office, an hour has passed since the start of work, and John Ford is nowhere to be seen.

"Is there something going on today, Mr. Ford?" Victor looked at his watch and smiled at the two screenwriters who had been Ford.

Nonnelly and Steinbeck looked at each other and smiled.

"Young people, sometimes, you need to be a little brainy. Mr. Ford asked you to write a script, but he just said casually, if anyone can write a script casually, then why do you need people like us? You say, isn't it? Steinbeckpi said with a smile.

This movie is based on a novel by John Ford Steinbeck, and it can be said that the story of "The Grapes of Wrath" is largely derived from Steinbeck's novel, so the person who has the greatest opinion of Victor is naturally Steinbeck.

Victor smiled and didn't say anything more.

"William, you don't dare to explain this matter to me, let me give up filming, there is no door! Otherwise, I'll leave this company of yours, and Hollywood will have more places I can go! John Ford's trademark roar came from the other side.

Then came the laughter of another man: "John, it's useless to be in a hurry. This is Hollywood, not your western tavern, and you know that I'm not the only one in charge of this company, and I'm responsible for the company by doing this. Your current script, there are too many problems, and the board of directors has killed you, and your current choice is to either give up or revise it, and don't give me anything else. ”

"I choose to roll up and leave!" John Ford was a stubborn donkey.

Victor walked out and happened to be with the two men.

Next to John Ford stood an old man in his fifties, not too tall, dark-skinned, dressed in a plaid suit and holding a pipe in his hand.

"Victor!? Why are you here? You go back first, the character's affairs, I'll let you know when I'm done. John Ford gave Victor a roll of his eyes.

These words made Victor cry and laugh.

Damn, this movie master has a terrible memory.

"Uncle John, I'm here to deliver you the script." Victor laughed.

"Script!?" John Ford and the little old man beside Ford were stunned at the same time.

"Yes, you just learned the script for the movie that was killed." Victor spread his hands.

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Xiao Zhang must make persistent efforts and write it with his conscience!