King of Hollywood

Two more days later, the shooting of Two Big Smoke Guns was finally completed, making the whole crew cheer. For the second- and third-class actors involved, it's a happy thing not to be tortured by this “horrible” director anymore. The staff would not be so lucky to continue, although Adrian "mercifully” gave them two days off, but...

“Rest as long as you want, and the time will be even more pressing, and I will squeeze every penny of your energy out.” Adrian announced this, and Dennis was included as well.

“Even if you can't help yourself professionally, shouldn't it be difficult to provide services? I can't help it, I don't have enough budget and staff, that's what you do anyway.” Adrian was tempted to say that Dennis, who was going to have a good time in London for a few days, had to get rid of the idea.

Adrian didn't really want to, but, as he told Dennis, he wasn't staffed enough, and he had to do all the post-clippings himself. With time running out, the Venice Film Festival registration deadline is less than a month away, so Dennis and a couple of staff have to wrap everything up so they can clip every second of the day.

“The day after tomorrow, I'm probably working madly in a studio in London.” After watching the time, Adrian sighed, "Hurry up and rest. ”

Taking stock of his things, he walked out of his room to the hotel reception hall and leaned against the door to see the street. And after about a dozen minutes, he looked at the time again, and he counted in his heart, and after counting to the 50th, the person who was going to wait appeared at the hotel stairwell.

“Hello, Miss Bezinsa.” Adrian waved hello.

“Hello, Mr. Corwell.” Catherine with the satchel smiled a little, with no other expression.

“I thought you'd gone back, and your mother called the other day to ask. Listen to her, it's like if you don't go back, she's coming.” Adrian said in a joking tone.

“She always does.” Catherine shrugged her shoulders with a smile, and then she turned her head: “Honestly, if it hadn't been for your deliberate difficulty, maybe I would have gone back. ”

“Hey, we promised we'd be even.” Adrian cautioned that the appearance seemed a little annoying, and Catherine couldn't help but laugh and wave her right hand: “Okay, even, forget it. ”

“Are you busy going back? If you're not busy, how about a cup of tea?” Adrian asked.

The stunned expression flashed on Catherine's face, and after a few seconds of hesitation she nodded her head: "Okay. ”

They chatted for a few laps around the street and finally found a nice little cafe.

“You mean you've barely been around town since the shooting, Mr. Corwell?” After sending the waiter, Catherine asked curiously.

“Call me Ed, sir, or miss. It's too long.” Adrian smiled.

“Okay, Ed, you can call me Kate, that's what my friends call me.” Neither did Catherine.

“As you probably heard, I've been in a hurry to shoot for some reason, and with some novel clips to write every day, or outlines of some of the scripts that come to mind, I've basically never walked outside except for shooting needs.” Adrian explained.

“You know, Ed, you're a really weird guy, making movies and writing novels, not only writing great, but coming up with an interesting idea in such a short amount of time.” Speaking of which, Catherine's face flashed a little red.

“I've wasted too much time trying to hold onto everything,” Adrian shrugged, "and, strangely enough, I don't think I can compare to a guy who likes to dye his hair green, ride Harley around in a black leather jacket, or wear a plaid shirt, and sit around the corner all day watching beautiful women. ”

Catherine couldn't help but smile: “I didn't say that. You said it yourself. ”

And she looked at Adrian with interest: “Honestly, you're very different today. ”

“These two days off, let go of the troubling things will naturally be different," Adrian said, sighing suddenly, "but only for two days, when I get back to London, I have to start working late again. Damn, I haven't been to London since my grandmother died, I really want to hang out. ”

“Is your grandmother British?” Catherine asked curiously.

“When I was a kid, I used to travel between Los Angeles and London, except my parents were closest to her.” Adrian nodded.

“No wonder your London accent is so good. ”

“If you want to hear it, I'll have a little bit of local tone, like Oxford or Cornwall. ”

The chat box opens, and although the conversation is all about trivial things in life and saying whatever comes to mind, the two of them are still very enthusiastic. Drinking black tea, the sun burst out of the thick clouds from time to time, adding a warm hue to some of the cooler cafes through the windows.

“So why do you have to go to the Venice Film Festival? There's more than one film festival in the world. It's perfectly okay to attend another film festival after a better production.” Talking about Catherine talked about the film.

“I wasted a lot of time because of time.” Adrian sighed.

“Waste a lot of time?” Catherine doesn't understand.

“Yes...” Adrian lowered his eyelids and moved his lower finger, "My parents died two years ago in an air crash. ”

Catherine lowered her voice.

“I'm sorry.” That's what she said.

“Nothing, it's much better now, it's just...” Adrian looks out the window and brightens up the street a lot through the sunshine from the thick clouds, "I've been drinking for two years, getting up late every day, then hanging out, going home in the morning, going back to that empty house. ”

Catherine was also silent, as if she had been drawn to some memories.

“I can understand," she said softly, "my father died when I was 6, he was a great comedian, he used to let me ride on his shoulder and take me to the set... even after more than 10 years, every time I think about it, I still feel anorexic..."

Speaking of which, Catherine suddenly waved her hand and her eyebrows wrinkled, scratching a little irritability on her pretty face. She flipped out a cigarette in her satchel, pumped one into her mouth, and clicked on the lighter.

Adrian suddenly reaches out and pulls the cigarette out of her mouth and says, "It's not a good habit. ”

“What are you doing?” Catherine looked at him with dismay.

“Smoking is not good for you.” Adrian understated.

“What I want to do is my business.” Catherine got a little angry.

“The harm of smoking for women is far greater than for men, Kate, how can you let that beauty dissipate because of cigarettes?” Adrian didn't seem to realize she was angry.

“I think smoking is my business, not yours!” Catherine's tone has already brought irritation.

“Yes, I know, but, Kate, smoking doesn't stop you from thinking about your father, just like I woke up the next day, no matter how drunk I was,” Adrian honestly said, grabbing Catherine's hand gently, "in another way, I don't think your father would want to see his daughter smoke addicted. ”

His thumb slowly paddled back and forth on Catherine's hand.

Looking at Adrian, Catherine was silent again and finally got up and pumped her hand back gently. She picked up the smoke handle on the table and played with it, and Adrian didn't stop or speak anymore.

“I think I should go.” Catherine whispered.

“I'll walk you out.” Adrian nodded, checked out and escorted her to the street and stopped a taxi for her.

“I smoked very hard for a while, and then stopped under the supervision of my mom and stepfather, who said the same thing to me," Catherine looked at Adrian after pulling the door and said, "There was an unnamed light in her bright eyes," today it was just sudden... you stirred my heart... thank you, Ed. ”

“I should do it.” Adrian laughed.

Watching her get in the car, watching her go away until the taxi vanished at the end of the street before Adrian retracted his gaze. Progress was good, she would listen to herself persuade her not to be angry about her rude behavior, indicating that she had her place in her heart, and...

Adrian lowered her head to gently rub her fingers and seemed to feel the soft skin on Catherine's back. Generally, if a woman doesn't dislike a man touching the back of her hand, then more than half of it is already interesting to a man.

Women's hands are much more sensitive than men's, especially between their thumbs and forefingers, and men can judge their senses by touching them here. Adrian's reaction, though somewhat coincidental, is quite telling.

“Well, for now, let's finish this more important thing.” Adrian shrugged her shoulders as she watched her fingers mutter to herself, squeezed her fists and then packed her clothes before walking in the direction of the hotel.

After another night's rest, Adrian returned to London with his team. The rented studios were messy and small because of budget problems, but he did not care.

“We are here to work, not to enjoy, and even if the environment is worse, we have to keep doing it and not fall on the road to victory.” Adrian was so cheerful in the seemingly messy clip room.

It's not that he doesn't have the money to rent a better studio, that Wilson just left London, and those two scripts have negotiated terms with Worldwide, even if it's enough to get a tenth out. But Adrian didn't do it, everything went according to plan, and even back in London, he stayed with the staff at the motel.

$200,000 has already exceeded the cost of the two Big Smoke Guns in my memory. Should I invest more? That's not a good habit. As he had originally considered, how would he make a movie in the future if it was all overspent? Guy Richie can cut this movie out in his little studio, why can't he?

(By the way, you guessed so accurately that you deliberately translated your name and surname...)