Hollywood Road

These few days are tired to death, work is too annoying, is there a time when there is enough time for work codewords? I'm tired, please recommend a ticket for comfort.

Murphy was silent, as if thinking about the meaning of Rose's words.

Seeing Murphy not speaking, Rose coughed and said, "I have a lot of free funds in my hands."

"That's it."

Upon hearing this, Murphy already understood Rose's intentions, smiled, and tactfully refused, "I am not short of money for the time being. I will definitely call you when I don't have enough funds."

He sighed in the bottom of his heart. The moment he finished speaking, he even got cold hands and feet. Many things in this world are always so helpless. Could the environment change and the relationship between people will also change?

Whether Rose's idea was a temporary motive, or it happened before he came, he didn't know, but he had to refuse, even if it might cause the two to no longer be like in prison.

Looking at Murphy again, Rose nodded, said nothing, and instead dealt with the barbecue on the table.

Murphy didn't speak, and he couldn't see the inner waves on his calm face. He just concentrated on having dinner.

This kind of thing cannot begin at all, and once it has a beginning, it will fall into an endless loop.

Rose quickly finished eating, stood up and said, "I have something to do, let's go first."

After speaking, he beckoned to the people on the other table, Murphy didn't want to stay, and sent them out of the restaurant.

Watching Rose’s car go away, Murphy went back to the restaurant to check out the bill, and walked in the opposite direction after coming out. He frowned, and from the day he left the prison to choose his career, he and Rose walked up. Two completely different roads.

Ross has helped him a lot, and he seems to be helping Ross too. If it's other things, Murphy will agree without hesitation, but the consequences of this kind of thing are quite serious, especially he may still be stared at by the Los Angeles police. I'm afraid I will enter the prison again.

To be honest, he didn't expect Rose to make such a request. Money laundering has gone beyond the boundaries of helping friends.

Turning his head and looking at the direction Rose was leaving, Murphy sighed, picked up his pockets, and walked forward unswervingly.

In the next few days, Murphy packed up the rented house, and Stanton Studios also had an official office location, but after the "hard candy" crew was disbanded, he once again became the sole employee.

Fortunately, Paul Wilson will graduate in the summer. In the next few months, he will focus on internships. After hearing that Murphy is preparing for new projects, he has already indicated that he will continue to work for Stanton Studio.

After the recruiting staff can be put away, Murphy is not in a hurry. After the house is cleaned up, he hides in the study room at home to prepare for the new movie project.

One of them is watching videos. He rented a large number of horror films from a nearby video chain store. He planned to watch at least three of them every day, and then combined the main plots in his memory to write suitable scripts.

The new work is like "Fruit Hard Candy", but it will also be a large-scale Cut film.

The nearly one million dollars in Stanton Studio's account, even in a city like Los Angeles, is a huge sum of money, which seems to be a lot, but for filming, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Small investment movies can only be the only choice.

As the time entered February 2001, schools in North America began to open one after another, and some people also came over.

"I am back!"

Hearing the door bell, Murphy went downstairs to open the door, and there was a blonde girl standing outside, "You are not happy to see me!"

Murphy rubbed her somewhat stiff face, quickly let the door open, greeted Kerry Mulligan to come in, and said, "I've been too tired these days and I'm not in good spirits."

"Still watching horror movies?" Kerry Mulligan asked concerned.

When calling these days, Murphy mentioned this to her.

Murphy led the way, walked out of the hallway, into the living room, "I have seen too much, I feel nauseous."

I watched too many American plasma tablets, and I didn't feel good at all.

"I told you..." Kerry Mulligan looked at the partitioned desk in the living room, and left the bag on it. "Don't get too tired. Be careful of the headache again."

"It's too messy here," Murphy walked up the stairs. "Let's go upstairs."

Carrie Mulligan followed Murphy into the study on the second floor. After entering, she turned off the TV and the video player, and then opened the south-facing window. A breeze came in, and the depression in the study disappeared a lot.

"You sit down here." Murphy pointed to the chair in front of the desk, and went behind the desk by himself, "Drink tea?"

"No," Kerry Mulligan looked around curiously, "I'm not thirsty."

"You..." Murphy poured a cup of tea for herself and looked at Carrie Mulligan on the opposite side, "It doesn't seem to be the same."

The baby face is still innocent and cute, and the short golden hair is neatly combed. It looks no different from Carrie Mulligan in the past, but Murphy always feels that something has changed.

Kerry Mulligan curled his lips, "Because I have been in **** for a month!"

With resentment in her eyes, she said in a sarcasm, "The great Mr. Mulligan and Mrs. Mulligan hired me a British etiquette teacher!"

Murphy nodded sympathetically, this kind of thing felt terrifying even thinking about it.

"I was tortured by her for a whole month!" Kerry Mulligan raised a finger and said frantically, "It is a miracle that I can survive without dying."

Looking at Murphy, her frantic expression dissipated in an instant, shaking her head and saying, "If I can't talk with you on the phone, I won't be able to get through it."

Murphy picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling better, and comforted, "It's over now."

"Hmm..." Kerry Mulligan nodded lightly, took off the hairpin on his head, and threw it on the table, "I never want to go back to London again."

Thinking of the Mulligans in London, Murphy shook his head secretly. The two were rigid and stubborn and didn't know how to communicate with their daughter.

Kerry Mulligan saw Murphy not speaking, and raised his voice slightly, "I'm telling the truth, not kidding you."

She leaned on the table, propped her chin with her hands, "I will be sixteen in May, and I can drop out of school."

"Drop out?" Murphy looked at her curiously.

"Yes, just drop out." Kerry Mulligan stood up and said very seriously, "School, parents, homework... These are all binding me, I have had enough, I must quit school, I have to do A real actor."

She blinked her big, smart eyes, and said pitifully, "You will support me, won't you, Murphy?"

Murphy smiled, seemingly serious but casually replied, "I will always support you."

"Great!" Kerry Mulligan jumped up directly from the chair and exclaimed, "I want to go to Hollywood with you! I will be the best actor, and you will be the greatest director!"

She jumped over and took Murphy's hand, "Go, let's go out."

Murphy didn't know what she was going to do, and slowly stood up.

Kerry Mulligan pulled him downstairs and said as he walked, "Let's go to the movies together. I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally I can see me on the big screen!"

When she said this, Murphy just remembered that she was isolated from the world these days, forgetting that "Fruit Candies" had been pushed into the theater by Miramax after a simple publicity.