Appreciation of "Novel Drama "A Suit""

Novel drama "A Suit"

Director: Wang Wei

"A Suit" is one of the novel dramas "Mystery 100". It tells a story: Michael is a small clerk who has always lived in the strong shadow of his wife. Under the temptation of a large amount of "death insurance", he devised a conspiracy to kill his wife to obtain the insurance. Unexpectedly, a hundred secrets will inevitably slip, and the sky has eyes. In the end, although he went through all the troubles to kill his wife, he was also sent to the guillotine.

[Narrator] Michael is an unfortunate man. He is a clerk at a newspaper. He works at night every day. He is a night shift editor and his income is very limited. In order to live the wealthy life he longed for, he married a woman named Garcia who was 5 years older than him. The reason was simple: that Garcia was rich. However, after getting married, his marriage was not as satisfactory as he expected. Since his income was very small, he could not always raise his head or straighten his back in front of Garcia. Michael's newspaper office was in the city and his home was in the suburbs. When they first got married, Garcia drove him to the bus station at noon and picked him up at the station at night. But the situation soon changed. Garcia was no longer willing to waste her sleep time for an incompetent man like him, so he had to walk on his own both ways to work every day. Not only that, whatever he wants or needs, he has to buy it with the money he earns, and with the money left after deducting family expenses.

What Michael couldn't tolerate the most was Garcia's domineering look. She always shouted to Michael, "Michael, do this; Michael, do that." She can instruct Michael as she pleases, and Michael's every move must be at her disposal. Even every night, she arranged socks, underwear, shirts and ties for him to wear the next day, and told him which of the three coats he should wear.

Every man has his own pursuit of women. Michael’s ideal woman should be a tender and affectionate kind, just like Japanese women. Fortunately, Michael found such a woman, and he would go there every month to enjoy herself and experience what it was like to be a man. Michael even wanted to divorce Garcia and marry that woman. But that woman was just a supermarket cashier, and her income was not even as good as Michael's. If he married that woman, his future life would be beyond what Michael could imagine. Between money and women, Michael really can't have both, and he has been suffering deeply for this.

However, a mysterious man gave Michael hope of a better life.

(Sound of car)

After Michael got off the night shift that night, he got on the night bus from the city to the suburbs. The buses on the night shift are usually empty, with few passengers on board. Michael always chooses the last row of seats so that he can take a nap. That night, Michael was the only passenger on the bus. As soon as Michael sat down on the last row of seats, he saw a man coming over and sitting next to him. This made Michael very uncomfortable. What made Michael even more uncomfortable was that the man actually started chatting with him without anything to say, which frustrated his wish to sleep for a while.

Bruno: I'm sorry, can I talk to you?

Michael: I'm sorry, I want to sleep for a while, you know it's night now.

Bruno: You won’t feel sleepy if we chat. Besides, what I want to talk to you about is something that interests you very much.

Michael: But I don’t know you?

Bruno: Okay, let’s get to know you now. My name is Bruno, I guess you must be Mr. Michael, right?

Michael: (surprised) How do you know my name?

Bruno: My profession.

Michael: What is your profession? What do you do?

Bruno: I am an insurance salesman.

Michael: Oh, I already have enough life insurance.

Bruno: Oh, I'm not here to sell life insurance, Mr. Michael. What I'm going to introduce to you is more like a death insurance.

Michael: What? Death insurance? That's quite new.

Bruno: Yes, I think, maybe you will buy this kind of insurance.

Michael: I didn’t know there was such insurance. You know, I know nothing about insurance. My wife handles all our family’s insurance.

Bruno: That’s absolutely right! What I want to say is also related to your wife.

Michael: (confused) You...do you know our family’s insurance status?

Bruno: Of course. As far as I know, your wife has taken out a life insurance policy of 100,000 yuan on herself.

Michael: (surprised) What?

Bruno: Your wife’s life insurance policy covers one hundred thousand dollars, and the amount of compensation is three times.

Michael: Three times?

Bruno: Yes, three times. In other words, if your wife dies in an accident, you will receive $300,000 in compensation.

Michael: Three hundred thousand yuan! This is much more than my monthly income of two thousand yuan!

Bruno: Of course! With this money, you and your That beauty can really enjoy the world of two people, right?

Michael: Yes, yes. Hey - how do you know about me?

Bruno: Don't worry, Mr. Michael, I don't plan to tell anyone about your matter...including your wife. Oh, by the way, your wife's name is Garcia, right?

Michael: (Alertly) You...who are you?

Bruno: Don't worry, I'm not Intending to blackmail you, Mr. Michael. Perhaps, you are curious about my purpose. I'm here to help you pay those insurance premiums.

Michael: How to pay?

Bruno: There is only one situation in which you can get compensation, and that is...

Michael: That is My wife Garcia is dead.

Bruno: Look, you just said you knew nothing about insurance, but now, don’t you understand it very well?

Michael: But my wife is as strong as a devil, she’s afraid Will live longer than all of us.

Bruno: No, you said it was natural death. What if, what if she had an accident?

Michael: An accident?

Bruno: Yes, an accident. Mr. Michael, in this case, what you can get is not 100,000 yuan in compensation, but 300,000 yuan.

[Narrator] Hearing this, Michael held his breath again. The huge number hit him again. If he could have so much money, he and the woman he likes could share more happiness together, much better than now, if this were true.

Bruno: It seems that you are a little tempted, Mr. Michael.

Michael: I...I...

Bruno: Let me tell you the truth, Mr. Michael, I will arrange an accident so that your wife dies and you be able to get compensation.

Michael: Why are you doing this?

Bruno: Because I want one-third of it as my reward. One third, which is one hundred thousand yuan.

Michael: What? You want to take away one hundred thousand yuan?

Bruno: I choose one hundred thousand yuan, which is certainly a lot, but you have to remember that you still have two One hundred thousand yuan. Don’t forget, you also have bank balances, stocks and bonds, and personal property, such as your house.

Michael: This...

Bruno: You don’t have to answer me now, think about it carefully. But don't wait too long. You know, I have other clients and I have a priority service principle. This is my business card.

Sorry, I'm at my stop.

(The car stops and gets off)

(Car dealership)

[Narration] Michael looked at the business card, which had Bruno's name and a A local address, no company name, and no phone number. In the days that followed, Michael continued to wonder what he should do. Although Garcia is very domineering, she is still very kind to Michael. It is true that there is no sex in their marriage, and it was the girl who made Michael rekindle, but he was not so hateful that he killed Garcia. But having said that, Michael would not let go of this great opportunity to make a fortune because of Garcia. Two hundred thousand yuan is a lot of money, much better than the pitiful salary every month. If he had this money, he could do a lot of things. But this wealth is not so easy to make, it will kill people. The incident had been on Michael's mind for days, and the thought of killing Garcia had been lingering in his mind. He knew that he was not a killer. He was too timid and could only screw things up or get caught. But if someone else can do it for him, such as an expert in murder, an expert who can make it look like an accident... Although Michael is a newspaper editor, in such a matter, his intelligence is Still seems insufficient. So, he planned to discuss it with Bruno.

(Sound of car driving)

On Sunday, Michael drove his old Plymouth car to the address written on the business card, imagining that when he had money, he would drive How great would it be to have a big, shiny limousine. But the address on the business card is fake. Michael pounded the steering wheel angrily. It seemed like this was a joke! He parked the car, stepped out of the door, and walked angrily up and down the street for several minutes. As he walked back to where he parked his car, a large black sedan pulled up behind his car. The man from that night sat behind the wheel and gestured for him to get in the car. Michael opened the door, got into the seat next to the driver's seat, and closed the door behind him.

(Car dealership)

Michael: Mr. Bruno, this address on your business card...

Bruno: Okay, okay, I understand. It's best for people in my line of work not to have a permanent address. I assume you're here to talk to me about killing Garcia?

Michael: You're going to make it look like a real accident so it doesn't attract the attention of the police. ?

Bruno: Believe me, Mr. Michael, I am an expert in dealing with these things. I will plan this very carefully, I have high skills. To me, motivation is irrelevant. But please tell me, did you feel any pain in your conscience when you were planning to kill another person?

Michael: I... I just wanted to get the two hundred thousand dollars.

Bruno: Indeed. Mr. Michael, I wholeheartedly agree.

Michael: Oh...oh...you don’t need to sign any documents?

Bruno: I don’t think so, Mr. Michael. The simpler, the better.

Michael: (relieved) That’s good.

[Narration] In the car, Bruno and Michael discussed what method they should take to make it look like Garcia died in an accident, and they could not be suspected, so that they could get the money. Huge damages.

Michael and Bruno discussed and discussed but could not come up with a good solution. In the end, they had to give up the topic for the time being and sat in a coffee shop to chat.

(Coffee shop effect)

Bruno: Mr. Michael, I see you are always so well-dressed. Didn’t you buy your clothes yourself?

Michael: (painfully) How is that possible! I don’t have any freedom at home, not even the freedom to buy clothes! Garcia bought all my clothes, and I have to wear whatever she buys for me. What, no matter if I like it or not!

Bruno: Oh, Mr. Michael, you have no conscience! I care about you.

Michael: She cares about me? She cares about her money! She is afraid that I will waste my money, so she always holds the money tightly.

Bruno: What can you do? Money belongs to others, so of course it must be controlled by others.

Michael: The most annoying thing is that in order to save money, she only buys me one set of each kind of clothes. I never have two sets of the same clothes. My co-workers make fun of me and say I am a fashion model and have the same clothes from ***. I knew they were mocking me.

Bruno: Yes, Mr. Michael, now I sympathize with you very much.

Michael: (gritting his teeth) When I get that money, I will spend it as much as I want!

Bruno: (Suddenly) Wait, wait, wait! Mr. Michael , what were we talking about just now? Are we talking about clothes?

Michael: Yes.

Bruno: Wait, let me think about it... you don't have the same set of clothes... you work the night shift... you have to walk for a while after getting off the bus...

Michael: (puzzled) Yes, this is my daily life. What's this?

Bruno: Please don't disturb me, I seem to have some ideas...

Michael: What ideas?

Bruno: Let Let me think about it... let me think about it... let me straighten my thoughts a little bit more... (decisively) Yes! I have a way!

Michael: What way?

[Narration] Michael followed Bruno's idea and bought a suit that was exactly the same as the suit hanging in the closet at home. He knew that doing so would definitely get scolded by Garcia, but for those two One hundred thousand, he endured it.

Garcia: Michael, you idiot, idiot! You already have a suit like this at home, why do you want to buy it? Don’t you think it’s a waste to have two identical suits at home? ?Who do you think you are? The president?

[Narrator] The second thing Michael has to do is very simple, which is to often wear this suit to work to attract the attention of his colleagues. Let colleagues be impressed by his suit.

The third thing Michael had to do was to murder his wife Garcia. He chose a normal day. When he went to work that day, he deliberately told his colleagues about the suit he was wearing. Colleagues joked that his wife wanted to abandon him, ignored him, and no longer cared about whether his clothes should be changed, so he always wore this suit.

When he got off work, Michael arrived at the bus station on time as usual, and the bus also arrived at the station on time. Michael got into the car.

(Car dealership)

Michael: (to the driver) Master, you are on time tonight. It is now eleven twenty-three.

Driver: Yes, we didn’t stop a few times on the road. Are you still getting off at the same place?

Michael: Yes.

(The car stops)

[Narration] Michael got off the bus and ran home. He knew that the driver would remember that he got off the bus at 11:23, but he couldn't take twenty minutes to get home tonight. He had to take a small road home to shorten this time. Michael trudged through the swamp, his legs soaked in muddy water up to his knees, and his suit was torn or ripped open by thorns and broken branches from his jacket to his trousers.

Michael finally came to the edge of the woods near his home. Michael looked at his home. Just as he expected, the room was dark, indicating that Garcia had fallen asleep. Michael opened the door quietly, entered the house, and closed the door behind him. He first went downstairs into the cellar and removed an old rifle from a beam above his head. As Michael climbed the carpeted stairs to Garcia's bedroom door, he could hear the steady breathing coming from inside.

Michael opened the door gently, and through the light in the kitchen, he could clearly see Garcia huddled in a clean, white quilt. She had a nightcap on her head and her side on the feather pillow, sleeping soundly.

Michael: (suddenly yelled) Garcia!

Garcia: (not waking up) Well...

Michael: (yelled again) Sound) Garcia!

Garcia: (drowsily) Who is it? Is it Michael?

Michael: It’s me! Garcia, sit up!

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Garcia: (somewhat sober) You bastard! Okay, I sat up, what’s the matter?

Michael: Look what I’m holding in my hand?

Garcia: (surprised) Gun—gun! What are you doing with a gun?

(Gunshot)

[Narration] Michael’s marksmanship is very accurate. Garcia collapsed after being shot, bright red blood seeping from her chest through her white pajamas. Michael moved quickly. He dragged Garcia from the bed and put her on the floor, messing up the quilt, kicking the carpet askew, smashing the perfume, powder, and mirror on the dressing table, and overturning a chair. He felt satisfied when he saw the house in disarray. He thought that these silent things could completely prove that Garcia had fought desperately to survive.

Michael looked at Garcia's body coldly, and at this moment, he was a little gloating. Garcia never made a will and everything will belong to him. He no longer has to be enslaved by her for that meager salary; he no longer has to save a little and that a little; he no longer has to crawl out of the warm bed in the cold morning; he no longer has to travel between the city and the countryside. , this is one of the things he hates the most! Besides, there is that pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes, smart and smart. Thinking of her, a warm current rushes into his heart.

Michael hurried into the kitchen. It was exactly eleven thirty-nine. In four minutes, he would have called the police. He wiped the gun, then wrapped it in a handkerchief, opened the kitchen door, and went to the corridor behind the house. In the dark night, he threw the gun far away with a strong force. Let the police pick it up. There are no fingerprints on it anyway, so the police can't suspect his head.

Michael returned to the kitchen, opened the pantry door, dumped the contents of the food shelf onto the floor, and finally washed and dried his hands in the sink.

It was eleven forty-three. He had timed it to the minute! If he had taken the old route from the station, he would be home by now. He started making calls.

Michael: Hello - is this the police station? Call the police!

Microphone: I am the police station -

Michael: Hurry up! Send the police! My wife was murdered! I just got home and found out. There's a thief coming in from the pantry...Yes, I live on Lambert Street...Hurry! Hurry!

[Narrator] Michael hangs up the phone. In another five or six minutes the police will arrive. He rushed to the front stairs, threw himself into the bedroom, turned on the light, and took a good look at himself in the mirror. The suit had been torn by thorns and broken branches as he hurried across the wooded swamp, and now it was time to change out of it and put on an identical suit hanging in the wardrobe. . Michael walked to the closet and put his hand in—but didn't touch it. He opened the closet door wider and looked into the closet with a confused expression on his face: The suit was gone! Did Garcia put it somewhere else? He looked around He looked especially at the chair and bed, but there was nothing there! He was startled, and immediately checked all the rooms, but there was still nothing! He was a little panicked.

Michael: (screaming in panic) Where is it? Where is it? Where is my suit? Where is my suit!

[Narrator] Suddenly, Michael Saw a note on the dresser. He grabbed the note and scanned it. The handwriting on the note was clear, it was Garcia's handwriting.

I saw the note saying: (Garcia) Michael, I will still wear the suit you are wearing to work tomorrow. I have sent the set at home to the laundryman.

After reading the note, Michael’s face suddenly turned deathly gray. He grabbed the dressing table and stood frozen in the room, his mind going blank. It took him a while to wake up. He calmly tore the note into pieces and held it in his hands. Then he threw his head back and laughed.

(Sirens sounded in the distance)

The police will be arriving soon. Michael raised his hands helplessly and threw out a handful of scraps of paper. The pieces of paper were like snowflakes, falling gently and slowly on his head and shoulders with a swishing sound.

(The police car suddenly stopped)

Training Tips

Fiction drama is a new form of artistic exploration. As the name suggests, novel dramas have the dual characteristics of novels and dramas. Novels use narrative language as the main feature, and dramas use character language to express plots and characters. It can be said that novel dramas combine the performance advantages of both. As we all know, novel performance is "one person performing a play", which is very difficult and requires extremely strong language expression skills. The storyteller must not only express the narrative language, in which there are a lot of suggestive languages ????for the characters' behaviors that come in and out between the storyline and the character dialogue, and are incoherent, which can easily cause people to lose their train of thought. At the same time, the performer must act as a character. The language used to express various characters will inevitably have a single tone and lack sufficient expressiveness and appeal. Radio dramas are mainly based on the verbal expressions of the characters. Although there are some explanations (narration), they cannot be too much after all, and there are certain restrictions. The development of society has activated people's thinking and enhanced their spirit of exploration. Practice has shown that as long as the audience recognizes and needs it, you can boldly try it, so the expression form of "novel drama" came out. Its advantage is that the narrative language and character language are expressed separately, and the amount of narrative language is more than the commentary (narration) in radio dramas and less than the narrative language in novels. The two are equally balanced and complement each other, allowing the audience to understand a story more clearly , and make the story more vivid.

1. This novel drama can be performed by two actors, male and female. Girls can express the narration and the language of the female characters in the text; boys can express the language of the two male characters. Therefore, it is usually performed in In a scene, a person has to ask and answer himself, constantly changing his sense of identity, character psychology, and language and voice modeling.

2. The tone of this work can be infiltrated into a satirical style.

3. The narration in this work should be based on the psychology of an insider. The narration language should be processed using "subjective intervention" to integrate one's own feelings into the explanation of the storyline.

4. Since this work is a foreign theme, both the narration and the characters' language can have some "foreign flavor" in the performance, which is different from the expression of domestic themes, but it cannot be excessive.

5. The main character "Michael" in the work should be a weak and timid man, with an introverted personality and little scheming. His timbre can be mezzo-soprano, with insufficient breath and unclear speech. The heroine "Garcia" should be a woman with a stout figure, an extroverted personality, and an average appearance. She relies on her economic advantages and has a domineering mentality. Her voice is mid-pitched and rough, and her basic tone is reprimanding. Another character in the work - the insurance salesman "Bruno" should be a short, fat, oily man with ulterior motives. His voice is high-pitched, slightly nasal, and his intonation is often sinister, revealing his treachery.

6. Pay attention to the accurate context when expressing, mostly in a state of quiet communication, and should also have a basic tone of suspense.

7. Pay attention to the narration describing "Michael" running home to carry out the conspiracy. The tone should be used to reveal the psychology of the person involved, and the "tension" rhythm should be used to express the process of implementing the conspiracy. Pay attention to the tone and rhythm changes at the end of the story.