Best Actor

    "It's me, Sanders, I don't know if you're watching FOX's American Crime, but I want you to call and tell them if that host Susan Veitch continues If you talk on the show like this, then they better pray that Sean loses the case, or we will sue them for slander." Standing in front of the TV in the living room, Sanders looked at the screen and held his phone.

    On TV, a middle-aged woman with short brown hair was talking in front of the camera: "In three days, this case will start the second trial, if there is no accident, the jury will be in After this trial, the ruling was made. Although Adam Cassell claimed that Sean was 100% innocent, according to the information released by the police, he was almost 100% the murderer..."

    "Okay, Sandy, watching this kind of show will lower your IQ, and they do everything they can for the ratings." Galen walked over and turned off the TV, then put a large stack The document was handed over to him, "The law firm will monitor these situations, so it's better for you to help me analyze these things now."

    "Damn, these **** really pick the time." Neil hurried in from outside at this time, also holding his mobile phone, looking very unhappy.

    "Why, they unanimously asked Sean to step down from the board?" Galen could guess what was going on just by looking at him.

    "Yes, they say that Sean doesn't play much role on the board anyway, so it's better to quit and focus on the lawsuit. What a bunch of bastards." Neil sighed, "The two founders are not Very concerned, after all, Sean's representative votes for them every time, but the problem is that this kind of thing can be replaced by another person, Zuckerberg is like an angel compared to them."

    "Not now," Sanders interjected, "If the media knows, spreading it out will give the public a sense that Sean is guilty, so he was kicked out by the Google board."

    "Yes, so I threatened them, this matter can only be done after the verdict, otherwise we will never take the initiative to withdraw unless they actively vote us out, then we can Create the impression that these guys are taking advantage of the danger," Neil explained. "They'll regret it, and I don't have as much intuition as Sean, but I totally believe that."

    "Very good, then come and help with the analysis, let's do it all over again." Sanders raised the thing in his hand.

    Neil rolled his eyes, but still took part, and then Sanders thought of something and looked to the side: "Fred, where are you?"

    The person sitting lazily didn't seem to hear it, didn't react at all, until Sanders asked again, then blinked: "What?"

    "Witness, you are in charge of finding witnesses in Santa Monica, how is the progress?"

    "It's the same," Frederick replied listlessly, "waiting for our investigators or the law firm's investigators to find the target, and then I personally visit the door to ask about the situation, I'm waiting now ."

    The lazy tone matched with his appearance, giving people a feeling that he has given up completely without caring about anything, making Sanders and the others frown.

    "What happened, Fred?" Galen asked.

    "It's nothing, it's just..." Frederick covered his face and rubbed, "A little setback, it will be adjusted soon, it's fine."

    The three exchanged glances, but Galen asked, "Did you talk to Sean alone the day before yesterday?"

    "It's the same, it's the same." Frederick smiled wryly.

    "Okay, you can rest first." They exchanged glances again, all three shrugged helplessly, and then Sanders said so.

    They walked to the side and began to read the documents, while whispering, making final preparations for the second court session in three days.

    "I think Sean should come and see these too."

    "Forget it, here comes Katie."

    "Katie here? She's so bold. If anyone sees her, an already troublesome problem will become even more troublesome."

    "But she came, sneakily, and unseen. Let them go. With a girl around, Sean should feel better."

    "In this case, our current analysis discussion is meaningless."

    "Then find out the meaning."

    "What if they ask Sean to testify?"

    "Cassel they say Sean doesn't have to testify."

    "He is the defendant and the prosecution will ask him to testify if necessary, and refusing will leave a negative impression on the jury."

    "What do you want to say?"

    "Motivation, we have forgotten the motive. The firm has said before that although there is no logical problem with Sean going to Santa Monica to relax, the mock jury does not approve it. We need a Motivation to convince the jury!"

    "What did you just say!"

    "I said we need motivation...Fred?" Galen realized that the question was coming from behind, and when he turned his head, Frederick was already standing He got up and looked at him with wide eyes.

    "Is there a problem?" Galen touched his face subconsciously.

    "You said...motivation?!" Frederick stared at him.

    "Yes." Galen nodded.

    The next second, the agent grabbed his jacket and ran out: "Help me attract the reporters outside, I'll leave from somewhere else!"

    As soon as the voice fell, people rushed out, and the remaining three looked at each other. After a while, Neil asked, "What happened?"

    The car roared down the street, Frederick turned the steering wheel a few times to calm it down, looked in the rearview mirror, there should be no one behind him, he picked up the phone and dialed Get up: "Kenneth, it's me, your boss, and now I need the map of all the residents on 12th Street in Santa Monica that you found before, and send it to my mailbox! Also have their nearest Movement! You have 30 minutes to do this, don't haggle, boy! If I don't see this in the mailbox in 30 minutes, I'll come from the office and throw you downstairs!"

    After saying this in one breath, Frederick dropped his phone, grabbed the steering wheel, and started the car intently. He also knows that he is a little too strict with his assistant, but now he can't control that much anymore. Instead, he can talk in a kind and pleasant manner. Now there is not so much time now. If his plan is feasible, then he only has three days to come. Arrange everything!

    After detouring for several times and making sure that no one was following him, Frederick finally drove to Santa Monica and found him on the side of the residential area on 12th Street. place to stop. Turn on the laptop and connect to the wireless network. After waiting for a few seconds, the email interface finally pops up, and then look at the attachment. Very good, it has been sent.

    He hurriedly clicked it, and then looked at it carefully against the street view. It took about ten minutes, and finally he was sure that his previous impression was correct, then next... Although there are still documents in the attachment, but not much content, after all, 30 minutes is indeed a bit short, although Frederick has to pay attention to whether someone is following, it took more than 40 minutes to get here, and it was still in good road conditions. Next, but the assistant over there does not know, naturally it is impossible to cover everything.

    However, Frederick was lucky, although there was not much information, but basically everything he wanted to see was there, and it basically met his needs, so he didn't care.

    Reading these quickly, closing his eyes and thinking for a few minutes, Frederick let out a long breath: "Okay, now all we have to do is... wait."

    He just sat quietly in the car, occasionally listening to music, or browsing the web, most of the time staring outside, not even making a phone call. This is a residential area, and the greenery is well done. Generally, no one walks on the street at this time, unless there is a lot of spare time and people who choose to run and exercise in the afternoon, even so, the view is still good.

    After several hours of sitting like this, as a silver-white car pulled into the garage of a house ahead, Frederick and others finally appeared. Clenching his fists, he took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked towards the woman who also got out of the car and walked towards the door.

    "Ms. Cate Blanchett!" The other party obviously had something on his mind, and it was not until Frederick approached and called out that he woke up and gave him a wary look.

    "Who are you?" Although Kate's tone was normal, her expression was still full of wariness.

    "I'm Frederick Rogers, we've met," the agent wanted to extend his hand, but Kate passed it without looking, but he didn't care Embarrassed, he immediately followed behind, "I'm Sean's agent."

    "What's the matter with you?" Although the voice of the woman walking in front was still normal, Frederick, who had been prepared, still heard a trembling.

    "I want to talk to you, about Sean, you should watch TV, right?" he said quickly.

    "Sorry, I may not be able to help you." Kate said, picking up the pace, and came to the door and took out the key to open the door.

     "Just a few minutes, just a few minutes, it won't delay you for too long." Frederick said quickly in a hurry.

    But Kate turned a deaf ear, opened the door and walked in, seeing this, the manager immediately raised his voice slightly: "I knew he was with you that night!"

    Frederick slammed the door and said eagerly, "Listen to me, please listen to me, ma'am, Sean didn't betray you, I peeked it myself! Please give me ten minutes, please listen to me, I will not delay you for too long, as long as you listen, no matter what choice you make, I will not stop you."

    Speaking, he folded his hands under his nose, and said in a tone of pleading: "Please, Ms. Blanchett, Sean is a good man, he loves you very much, he would rather I don’t want to say your name even if I go to prison myself, please, give me a chance to finish what I want to say.”