[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Edmondo got into the car with Mr. Dimat, the global legal adviser. It was almost 6 pm at this time, and the sun began to slant westward, so Edmundo, who was stuffed into the back seat, looked at the Greek God in the driver's seat. The generally cold man fell into fantasy.

They would go to a restaurant to eat, chat for a while, and then Dimat would put down his reserve and invite him to spend the night, and they would have a wonderful evening—but soon Edmundo was worried, because Dimat looked It looked too cold, which made him wonder if the other party was also plain in some respects.

However, his idea was doomed to fail. Instead of taking him to the restaurant, Dimat took him to the set. He took a sandwich from the logistics and threw it into Edmondo's hand, and then began to introduce his team to him. The members and the setting, in his words: At least remember the names and location numbers of the colleagues before the official shooting.

If another person accused him of not being serious about his work, Edmundo would definitely be angry, but—who made Mr. Dimat too much for him.

So in the face of all the guidance, Edmondo put on a sweet smile and readily agreed.

It was almost 8:[-], when they finally finished the work guidance. Dimat sent Edmondo back to the hotel arranged by the crew, and ordered the front desk to get him some supper.

"Your things have been packed and placed in the room." Dimat handed the room card to Edmondo and said, "Fran and Ross are on the same floor as you, and you can communicate with each other about shooting issues at any time."

Edmondo sat lazily on the sofa in the hall, slowly took the room card and nodded.

Perhaps it was his indifferent attitude that dissatisfied the executives of Universal, Dimat frowned and said forcefully: "Listen, boy, usually I don't get involved in the company's film and television projects, today is your lucky day ... Anderson went to the producer and asked for his help, and the producer came to me, who had helped me a few years ago, so here I am."

The elite-like man looked down at the white-haired director, and then added: "Just make your film and complete the company's project arrangements, and I'll take care of the rest."

Edmondo blinked.

"I'm sorry, I'm too tired today, so I don't have much energy." He defended himself with a pitiful tone.

Dimat remained expressionless, unprepared to react to Edmundo's apology.

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Edmondo waved his hand, "About what you just said about helping me with the 'remaining', what do you mean?"

This is quite a normal question. Dimat thought for a moment and looked over, and then replied quite formulaically: "It refers to the custody lawsuit of the actor Edward Furlong and the lawsuit where you are accused of imprisoning a minor. For the project, it is an opportunity to expand the popularity and warm up the publicity, and I will handle it properly."

That was so sweet, Edmundo raised the corners of his lips, and was about to thank him when Dimat spoke again.

"—and about your friend River Phoenix, I will also help."

About Rui Fan?Edmondo quickly regained his composure. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the executive in front of him. Only then did he remember leaving Rui Fan there alone when he and the other party left the prison.The white-haired director's eyes wandered, he began to worry about Rui Fan's safety, the detention room is not a good place, more than half of the fights happened there.If no one bails him out...hell, who else is there now?Do you want to count on his family members? Maybe Joaquin would be willing, but he is still a minor and cannot bail his brother out.

As if guessing what Edmundo was thinking, Dimat spoke to reassure Edmundo.

"I have bailed him out of prison, only a few minutes later than you." He said, "Your task now is to shoot the movie and send it to the company within 3 months. The sooner you finish shooting, the more The sooner we can resolve the Phoenix matter."

He talked a lot, Edmondo took a deep breath to adjust his mentality, sat up straight and cast his gaze on Dimat Moore again, but this time there was a trace of inquiry in his gaze.

"You know about us?" he asked tentatively, "I thought you at least wanted to ask me why I was put in the police station."

"Anderson told the producer everything, I know you better than you think." Di Matt explained flatly, "And River Phoenix has been borrowing money in Hollywood during this time, you and him Almost everyone knows about it.”

(Edmundo (surprised): What is he!?)

Seeing the shock and anger in Edmondo's eyes, the executive added: "Put your heart back in your stomach, Phoenix's reputation in the circle is not bad, he will be fine."

"Damn it, I'd rather he had a bad reputation!" Edmundo jumped off the sofa and paced irritably, "I thought the 20 was his deposit or an advance payment from Fox, but he borrowed it everywhere , this guy is really stupid enough to—”

"Don't think too much, your friend Anderson has already returned it after learning about it, and I will find someone to keep an eye on him during this time."

"Is it just to keep an eye on him? He has met with the people from Fox and is ready for the next movie!"

"I'm only responsible for solving the actual obstacles that affect your shooting. Making sure that Phoenix is ​​no longer exposed to contraband is already an extra help I provide, so you have to solve it yourself." Di Matt said relentlessly, like a robot , Then he said: "It's still the same sentence, the sooner you finish, the sooner you can see him."

It would be nice if there was a mobile phone, at least to be able to contact Rui Fan, Edmondo took a deep breath, feeling annoyed by the outdated communication equipment of this era again.

After being silent for a while, he slumped his shoulders as if giving up: "Okay, that's the only way to go."

It's useless for him to be anxious now. Every era has its unique way of life. If you can't get in touch in the 90s, you can't get in touch. There is no black technology solution.

So, instead of worrying about these things, it's better to do something that makes him happy——

For example, the global executives in front of me.

Edmundo bit his lower lip indistinctly, and then extended his hand to Dimat to invite him.

"Thank you for everything, I don't know how to thank you." He hinted with his eyes, "So—if you want, how about coming to my room and I make you a cup of coffee?"

"No." Dimat retracted his chin, turned his eyes around Edmundo's outstretched palm, took two steps back, and showed obvious refusal, "It's your best to be able to do a good job. grateful."

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation, not giving Edmondo a chance to keep him.

Edmondo withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows at the back of the man leaving.No one had ever rejected him so simply, and he had to admit that this aroused his wonderful desire to win.

Finally, after regretting not being able to feel the astonishing waist-to-chest ratio of Mr. Executive, the white-haired director moved his shoulders and took the elevator upstairs.

One day he will let this elite executive bow his noble head, put on the collar, and hand over the chain to him personally, begging him to look at him more.

Exciting to think about.

……

After playing, there is still work to be done.

Two days later, the filming of "Entanglement" started smoothly. Jim Ross and Edward Furlong cooperated very well. The warm scenes in the early stage almost didn't make Edmondo stop, and most of the shots were completed in only one week.When Los Angeles completely entered the summer and the sun was shining day by day, they were just about to move the filming crew indoors to shoot the scene where the brothers had a crisis of trust.

"God, I miss the sun, why don't we shoot the indoor scene first?" Jim Ross came to Edmondo in his costume and pretended to complain: "I can't feel the warm sunshine. cry."

"Because that's my request, dear, you should know that the director is the last person you can question on the set, right?" Edmondo took the headset away and gave Rose a smirk, then stretched out his finger and poked Poke his chest, "Put the smile on your face away, we will soon take a shot of you being dragged by your brother in a wheelchair and fell into the basement together, such a fierce collision can't be seen without any smile .”

Jim Rose smiled: "Don't worry, I won't laugh at critical moments for you, don't you worry about me?"

"Of course I trust you," Edmundo patted his arm and said nicely, "I'm just worried that you're leading little Edward Furlong astray, he's quite easily influenced by emotions, isn't he—Edward? Edward, are you here, Ed?"

"Here." Fran, who had just put on makeup, came out from behind with the script and responded.

He doesn't look very energetic, and there are obvious dark circles under the eye sockets. Although this is very suitable for the character setting, Edward is just an actor after all, not the character itself.

So Edmondo went up to him and asked, "Look at you, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"...I answered a few calls from my mother and father. I don't know how they knew the number of my hotel room. They kept calling and saying bad things about the other party, and asked me to choose one as a guardian." Fran rubbed his eyes Answered, and then, as if afraid of Edmondo scolding him, he quickly added: "This matter does not affect me, I have memorized the lines, and I have rehearsed them repeatedly, so there will be no problem shooting the fighting part, trust me. "

Edmundo raised his eyebrows. In theory, Fran's parents couldn't know, unless someone on the set told them.But it's hard to find out. There are hundreds of people in a crew, and there is no way to check them one by one.

"I'm not worried about your filming. If you are always being harassed, you will have mental problems-then let's change rooms tonight. If they continue to call, I will sue them for harassment." Edmondo said from the script He pulled down a pen and tapped Fran's forehead, "The next time you encounter such a thing, tell me in advance, I won't mind if you go to me with your pillow in your bare feet in the middle of the night, remember?"

There was a momentary blankness on Edward Furlong's face, and then complex gratitude emerged, as if an orphan who was lying outside the window at Christmas and watching other people's happy family suddenly entered and became one of them, his lips trembled a little, thinking Trying to say something but not being able to form the correct language.

After a long time, he lowered his head and said a small "thank you".

"It's okay, that's what I should do." Edmondo gave the boy a hug, and then squeezed the boy's chin, "Go get ready, you'll have to fight Jim later, and roll down the stairs with him For the camera, you have to move or you will hurt yourself."

Fran nodded seriously, and moved his shoulders obediently.

"Get ready! 325st pass of 1 mirrors——Action!"

……

Perhaps Edmondo shouldn't have said what he said just now. Although the set was well prepared for protection and a stuntman was used in the most dangerous scenes, the most worrying thing happened.

Edward Furlong hit the corner of the prop table when he turned over from the wheelchair during filming, and a vase on it was unstable and fell down, hitting his forehead, and blood splattered all over the place.

"Stop, stop—damn it!" Edmondo rushed over as fast as he could, took a clean shirt beside him and pressed the wound on Fran's forehead, "Edward, Ed! How do you So, can you hear me?"

Fran was confused by the blow, and his eyes were a little dull at first, as if he didn't know what happened, but soon the pain spread along the nerves and into the brain, and his expression became painful.

"Okay, it hurts, director, my head hurts!" The boy struggled to touch his forehead with his hand, but was stopped by Edmondo, so his hand, which had no place to rest, had to find a point of strength on the body closest to him, "Eyes, my eyes can't see—"

Fran's hands firmly grasped Edmondo's shoulders, and his nails dug into his flesh, causing pain, but now he couldn't care less about it, and Edmundo quickly used first aid equipment to help him make sense.

"Ed, your eyes are fine, but I can't see them temporarily because of my clothes. Your face is full of dirt, and I can't let you get infected." Edmondo spoke quickly, and he took iodine tincture on the wound Wipe around, "It will hurt a little, but it will be fine soon."

Fran stopped talking, just whimpered in pain.

"Call an ambulance, hurry up!" Worrying that Fran would suffer a concussion, Edmondo hurriedly ordered his assistant to make an emergency call, then leaned over and cupped Fran's side face to divert his attention, "Hey, listen to me , look at me, you just have to look at me - the ambulance will be here soon, don't worry."

The black-haired boy was very obedient. He opened the other eye vigorously and focused on Edmondo's anxious face. He was very happy. Few people in so many years would truly feel for him without a purpose. sad.

God must have heard his prayers all these years before sending Edmundo to him. Fran stared at the white-haired director in front of him and thought, if only he could keep acting in his movies.

In the United States in the 90s, not only communication was inconvenient, but also the speed of medical treatment was worrying. It took nearly half an hour after the emergency call was made, and the ambulance arrived on the set without haste, and by this time Fran was about to fall asleep.

Several medical staff took over, and they carried Fran out of Edmundo's arms and sent him to the ambulance. At this moment, Edward Fran, who should have been unconscious, grabbed Edmundo's wrist .

"You're not with me?"

Edmondo stepped forward and gently stroked the other's forehead hair, and then kissed lightly on the scar on the other's eyelid.

"You go first, I still have something to deal with here." He smiled gently at Fran, "Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'll see you as soon as I'm done with the set, okay?" ?”

Fran hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and let go of Edmondo's wrist to allow the paramedics to lift him into the car.

Looking at the back of the ambulance leaving, the white-haired director looked down at the palm of his hand, which had the dried blood of the teenager on it. He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, then turned back to the set with a sullen face.

The people inside stayed in place quietly, as if they were waiting for a trial.

Edmondo looked around.

"Now it's time for us to investigate the responsibility," he said without emotion, "Who is responsible for that prop vase."