Hollywood Hunter

After two hours at the reception, Simon took Janet to leave just after half past nine.

On Sunset Boulevard, Janet, blushing, leaned against the slightly opened car window and blew the wind for a while, then looked at Simon next to him and said, "Little boy, are you going to agree to it?"

Simon nodded and said, "Yes, Orion's terms are still very sincere."

"But," Janet tilted her head and said, "They only give you one week of test shooting time. Are you afraid that they will kick you off purposely?"

Simon naturally has such worries. He is not a naive person, and he knows that Hollywood is full of countless intrigues. However, if he wants to start "Lola Run" in the short term, he is unlikely to have other better options. Moreover, at the reception just now, Brian de Palma gave Simon another layer of protection.

"Didn't you just hear it? Brian said that as long as Orion finally chooses to let me be the director, he can name the executive producer for this film."

Although Brian de Palma's name is far less effective than Spielberg, and has been in a low period in the last two years, he is still a well-known director in Hollywood. Being able to be an executive producer on a complete newcomer new work can still add a lot of attention to this movie.

In addition, Simon also has enough confidence in his own strength, as long as Orion is not maliciously intending to take this film from the beginning, he believes that this matter will have a very good result.

However, in this way, the owed favors will become bigger and bigger.

Moreover, Orion gave a budget of 1 million US dollars, and naturally would not agree with Sandra, such an unqualified newcomer, as the heroine. This is also a problem.

Janet, who was sitting in the co-pilot, noticed Simon's frowning brows gradually, and was silent for a moment, and said, "If you didn't donate that money, you can definitely make this movie now. right?"

Simon heard Janet mention this again, and glanced at the woman sideways. Seeing a faint guilt on her expression, Simon said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. If I want to keep that money, you Don’t try to **** it from me."

Janet blinked, her expression a little bit more dissatisfied, and insisted: "How can it be okay, it must be related."

Simon smiled, stopped answering, and started to concentrate on driving.

Janet turned her head like the little girl, seeming to get angry with Simon suddenly.

The Ford car traveled along the winding Sunset Boulevard at the foot of Santa Monica Mountains. After more than ten minutes, Janet noticed a neon sign on the side of the road before turning her head again and saying, "Hey, go further Palisades passed before, are you lost?"

Palisades belongs to a mid-mountain mansion area on the westernmost edge of the Los Angeles city section of the Santa Monica Mountains. Although it still belongs to the city of Santa Monica, it goes a little further and reaches the end of Sunset Boulevard and turns to California One The highway is the Malibu area.

This side has clearly missed the Montana area where Simon lives.

Simon shook his head and said, "No, don't you live in Malibu? I'll take you back."

Janet curled her lips and said with contempt: "Coward, you are really afraid that I will stay at your house."

Simon smiled and said, "You have been drinking."

Janet was startled, but a little unconvinced, and said: "Are you drinking too?"

Simon only drank a very light cocktail at the beginning of the reception, which was not as good as beer, but Janet asked the waiter to mix a glass of vodka after he had talked with Mike Medova, and Simon was naturally worried about women Drive back like this.

Seeing that Janet was still looking at herself, Simon shrugged and said, "So, I'm a man. Even if I'm caught by the police, I'll go to jail."

When Janet heard Simon's words, her long eyelashes flickered a few times, and her whole body seemed to soften suddenly, and she leaned to her side on the seat, her eyes wafting with water.

Simon felt that the woman next to him suddenly stopped moving, turned his head and glanced, and immediately pretended to be frightened and made a cold war, saying: "Don't look like this, people are actually not good at all."

Janet blinked a few times again, then suddenly reached out, pinched Simon's waist mercilessly, and said bitterly, "Asshole, you really are a little asshole."

With such a noise, the Ford sedan unknowingly arrived outside a mansion near Malibu’s Cape Dume Park.

Simon stopped the car and looked at Janet, who was still shrinking from the co-pilot like a little girl. He paused, or leaned sideways, kissed Janet gently on the cheek, and said, "Okay, good night. Go back to bed early. Also, lend me the car and return it to you tomorrow."

Janet realized that when Simon approached, she lifted her cheek very cooperatively and let him kiss him, and suddenly felt that she was too disappointed. However, when she heard Simon's instructions, she nodded and reluctantly pushed the door and got out of the car.

Seeing that the black translational iron door on the opposite side of the road opened and then slowly closed, Simon turned the front of the car and drove toward the road.

In the mansion, Janet felt that her drinking spirit might not be awake yet, or even stronger.

Turning on all the lights in the living room, the whole person fell softly on the sofa, feeling a little fluttering, so he rolled to the left and right again, and then fell on the carpet.

Rubbing his head, it hurts, and he naturally angered some guy.

Then I remembered what happened tonight.

After pondering for a moment, I quickly made up my mind.

He didn't want to get up, so he rubbed against the short couple beside the sofa like a lazy cat, reached out his hand to pull the phone off and hugged him in his arms, dialed a series of numbers slowly.

After a few beeps, the call is connected.

"Hi, Bingberg, have you missed me lately?"

The quality of transoceanic long-distance calls is very poor, not only has obvious waiting time, but also contains electric current.

After a while, there was a reply, very kind.

She wasn't angry, and giggled.

"Of course I have something to do with you. It's okay. Who wants to talk to you? I'm afraid of freezing... Okay, that's it, lend me 1 million. By the way, it's US dollars... The old man speaks, and you tell him that if he dares to send some messy men over to have a blind date with me, I will openly find a woman to marry... Please, if you refuse to borrow, I can only sell stocks. ......Woo, you cold-blooded woman, you even hit my stocks, are we still relatives? Be careful that I cut off relationship with you... Then how much can you lend me... 500,000? How could you only have 500,000? ...Well, well, it should be daytime in Melbourne, you call me now, I will use it tomorrow... That way, goodbye, oops, I will freeze to death if I talk to you for a while La."

Wake up the next day and prepare breakfast.

There is no table in the restaurant, so I can only eat slowly at the kitchen counter.

Some distressed how to tell Sandra Bullock what happened last night. During this time, Sandra also spent a lot of energy on this movie, and the two people originally agreed to go through all the scenic spots that were surveyed today.

Mike Medova said he could seriously consider it for a few days, but Simon did not intend to delay it.

It seems that there will only be a chance to make compensation later.

Thinking about this, after having breakfast, Simon was about to call Sandra Bullock to chat, when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Opening the door, Janet, who changed into a casual outfit, appeared outside the door again today.

Simon looked around again and asked, "How did you come?"

Janet scornfully raised her limited edition Hermès satchel: "Don't you think I only have one car?"

"Well," Simon asked Janet in and asked, "So, what's up today?"

Janet didn’t say much, she drew a check from her bag and handed it to Simon: “Now, you can shoot "Lola Run" exactly as you want. If it’s not enough, I can get it again next month. some."

Simon glanced at the check. It was $680,000. According to the budget made by the production assistant he hired, it was almost enough.

just.

Simon hesitated for a moment, then said: "Jenny, I am still very confident in my own movie. However, you must also know that film should be regarded as the most risky investment in the world, and no one can predict a film. Can it succeed."

Janet did not wait for Simon to finish, and rolled her eyes impatiently: "It's so long-winded, little boy, do you want to?"

"Yes," Simon nodded immediately, but quickly said: "But if you pay, don't cry, especially don't cry like in the hospital that day."