King of Hollywood

After informing Claude and LaVerne about Sarah and his thoughts on the Grinch Pokémon, respectively, Adrian refocused his attention on the shooting of Shawshenk's Redemption. Although the family rejoice movie is also very popular, for some reasons, it would be better to wait until after the release of Terminator 2 in July. Of course, the broker can introduce the past now, believing that Roseland will make a wise choice, he doesn't have to deceive them, does he?

All right, back to "Shawshenk's Redemption," Robbins finally returned to the good state he was in when he shot the exterior as Adrian constantly adjusted his shooting schedule. Here I have to compliment Freeman, the old guy is very good at staying in shape, although there has been a situation in the middle of the way because he is in bad shape and ng, but it can be adjusted much faster than Robbins, well worth the old theater.

Three weeks later, Shawshenk's Redemption finally ushered in the final shooting of Andy escaping from the drainage drain. Adrian felt it was just right to leave the play to the end.

“Don't you think this is the right end to the shoot?” That's what he said.

Okay, he's the director, he's the producer, he does whatever he wants, so everybody's okay.

“Act 106, episode 97, ready.” Field-record snapped down the boards screaming.

Andy climbed out of the tunnel he'd been digging through for 20 years, carrying a sealed plastic bag down to the sewer pipe. There was a little bug in the original, and Andy came back with the warden's leather shoes, and he put his own in the warden's office, so he either wore the warden's leather shoes or barefoot at the moment, and he wouldn't wear the warden's leather shoes anyway. After thinking about it, Adrian decided not to change it. It's just a little bug. Maybe there's another pair of shoes in the cell?

When Andy came onto the sewer pipe, he found a small stone from the side, and hit it hard while thundering. Once or twice, the sewer pipe was finally smashed out of a large gap with a sudden burst of dark green stench liquid. When the liquid came out, Andy drilled in and climbed out the sewer. Although those filthy, stinky liquids had been sprayed almost before, the stench in the sewer still made him nauseous from time to time, almost faint on several occasions. But even so, he still hasn't given up trying to climb outward, because hope and freedom are ahead!

“Excellent!” Adrian, sitting in the director's chair, suddenly stood up and clapped his hands and clapped his hands.

“To be honest, these lenses are not easy.” Stop crawling after Robbins' long outlet gas sits out of the "sewer."

“Not easy? All you have to do is climb, Tim, and...” Adrian, who came to the mouth of the sewer, jokingly said, "He stretched out his finger and smudged it with that green brown liquid," you want to try it? It should taste good. ”

These seemingly disgusting liquids in the sewer are actually made out of chocolate sauce, just like the footage Andy walked in the snow, and all the snow was fragments of potato chips.

Nevertheless, he received unanimous disdain from the staff: “This is disgusting! What's the director thinking? ”

Yes, these are chocolate sauces, and they're all filmed as shit and shit, and even if they're jokes, it's a disgusting joke.

Adrian seemed unconscious and hummed, “Is that disgusting? And let me tell you one more thing, you should know that I use a lot of metaphors in movies, like the Bible. You know what Andy meant by climbing through the sewer? I actually made a setup here, and this long sewer is a metaphor for what gays and lesbians do in prison! ”

A shriek rang and even Robbins looked surprised: “Are you... serious? ”

“Of course - it's a fake!” Adrian Haha laughed, “I'm not that bored. ”

The metaphor for sewers and chrysanthemums is what he saw in his past life on an English fan website - and it must be admitted that some fans are really boring, and they can find things in the movies that many directors don't even think about expressing - so by the way, they're joking.

Naturally, once more, Adrian waved: "Well, you should have all shrieked. Get ready to go back to work. There's only one last shot left. Finish the shoot! ”

As Andy's escape scene is filmed, Shawshenk's redemption mission ends. Generally, Adrian goes into the late stages after a few days off, as he did the first two times.

But this time he wanted to take a few extra days off, although the shooting was basically not going beyond expectations, all the shots were done in seven weeks, but it was much more tiring than before, and it wasn't easy to schedule a big scene. It's only early June anyway, there's plenty of time, so Adrian just gave himself a few more days off.

He boarded a flight to London after making arrangements by telephone with LaVerne and Claude to exchange views and handing over the script outline of The Grinch to the company's writer. How is it possible not to go to London after a few more days of rest, and some things are about to start getting ready.

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There is a three-story vintage apartment on Phillips Avenue in London with an obscure door number of 117, which is made historic by the stained walls and nostalgic architectural style, and it is difficult for anyone who comes here for the first time to connect it to the prestigious Wilson Private Detective firm.

Dean Wilson, one of London's best private detectives. Of course, it cannot be compared to Mr. Sherlock at 221 Baker Street, although he has worked with Scotland Yard on several occasions. Private detectives are far less powerful than those described in the novel, and at best they are involved in civil investigations, and the business of finding people or gathering evidence of extramarital affair is countless.

There will be leaders in any industry, private detectives are no exception, and Dean is the best in the business of finding people. To date, he has taken over hundreds of cases, with a completion rate of more than 70 per cent, while the majority of the cases not completed were also the result of insufficient information provided by clients.

Today, he greeted a strange guest in his office. Strange, because this man was wearing a wide trench coat, a wide eaves cap, he couldn't tell his age, he had black framed glasses on his nose beam, and two little mustaches knew it was sticking on. So when we met, Samson started to chirp.

Obviously, the other party doesn't want him to see who he really is, so the man's motive for issuing the commission is suspicious. There had been a previous incident where the employer had entrusted him with a quest for revenge after finding someone, and Scotland Yard police had spooked him when they had found him, so Dean was now very careful with the entrustment.

He seemed to see his mind and laughed immediately: "Don't worry, Mr. Wilson, you should know that Mr. Brent introduced me. ”

Dean froze and laughed with embarrassment. That reminded him that this man was one of his familiar clients, filmmaker Wardell? Brent introduced me, and I'm sure there won't be any problems.

“I'm so sorry,” Dean made a quick gesture, "Please sit down, um...”

“You can call me Zangger,” the man nodded, "I'm sorry I came dressed like this, I had my concerns. Of course it won't cause you any trouble. ”

“Well... well, Mr. Sanger, what can I do for you?” Dean looked at him and asked.

“Yes, I want someone, a woman.” The man made a gesture and Dean handed over the pen and paper.

“Joanna? Catherine Lorraine.” He wrote his name back on paper, "I'm not sure it was spelled that way, but it was pronounced that way. She is a white female, about 26 years of age, born on July 31, 1965, probably about 5 feet tall, pale brown and reddish. ”

Speaking of which, he remembered very carefully: "Born in London, lived in Bristol, one named Diana? Lorraine's sister lives in Edinburgh. There was news that she was married to a Portuguese journalist and had a daughter, and I wanted to know where she was. ”

Dean flies his nib and writes down everything he says, and then he thinks about it, and he asks, “Mr. Sanger, can I see why you're looking for this Ms. Joanna? ”

“Sorry, this is private * *, but please believe me, I just want to know what's going on with her.” Zangger opened his hand and looked sincere despite his wide black framed glasses.

Dean shrugged, and he thought he seemed to have found some answers, and he looked up at the clues on the paper and he said, "If you can, can you provide some more detailed information, Mr. Sanger, in a slightly larger area? ”

“More detailed information? Like what?” the man asked.

“For example, where she went to school, whether she had received any awards before, specific addresses where she had lived, etc.” Dean thought about it.

“Let me think…” the man said, beginning to think with his eyes closed, and minutes later he asked again: “If I recall correctly, she should have graduated from Exeter University. ”

“Can you specify to which department? ”

“I'm sorry.”

“Well, that doesn't matter, it's just a little troublesome... by the way, can't be sure of the spelling of the name, so can you be sure of the beginning letter? ”

“Sure, it's j, k, r. ”

“I think I can take this assignment, but it may take longer.” Dean ended up saying that.

“It's okay, I'll provide all the funds you need, please call me at this number if you have any information.” The man said to hand over a piece of paper to him, "and if I think of anything later, I'll let you know first. ”

“Phone call from the United States.” Dean looked at the phone number unexpectedly.

“You can send me the phone bill.” The man smiled.