The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

In late February, London was still cold and rainy, and the hazy sky seemed to be grayish blue. The black British-made Jaguar XJ executive car was driving in a wide street in the heart of London, and the two Mr. Holmes were sitting in the car, but they seemed to have No intention of talking to each other.

Until this Jaguar executive car passed Piccadilly Circus, the side of the car was Regent Street, a fashion landmark in the city of London, and a giant screen was built on the classical building, showing images——

To a bewildering Hitchcockian score, Erica is in a dark castle, the ancient Gothic building seems to be in danger, she wears a scarlet gown, and as she walks with a sexy forward pace, Accompanied by a deep male voice, "Taboo, coquettish, mysterious, extravagant, extremely fiery, deep and sexy, dazzling—"

"Yves Saint Laurent, OPIUM." In the video on the giant screen, Erica is holding a dark brown glazed bottle similar to Chinese lacquerware in her hand. is exotic.

On the bustling and noisy Regent Street, many people stopped under the giant screen until the image of Erica disappeared on the screen, and the crowd dispersed and left, and their destination was obviously Yves Saint-Louis Lang flagship store.

On the black imperial car, the consulting detective looked at Mr. Holmes, "She will attend the British Academy Film Awards ceremony tonight."

"Dismiss your idea, Sherlock." Mycroft's eyes were calm but menacing.

Mr. Detective retorted, "I think I get on pretty well with her."

"It seems that the addictive drugs you have ingested have made your already dull mind closer to an idiot." The British government's Oxford accent is extremely pleasant.

"Come on, Mycroft," Sherlock's grey-green eyes squinted at him. Mycroft had said 'I'm the smart one' for decades, and now Sherlock clearly had a way to refute him. , "If I am stupid, then your daughter is as brainless as a goldfish."

Mycroft's originally calm eyes became more sharp, "This sentence will allow you to go to Eastern Europe for field work, or enter a rehab center for a period of time."

And when the two Sherlock Holmes were fighting again, in the Savoy Hotel not far from Regent Street, Erika was in a senior suite by the Thames, sitting in front of an Edwardian-style dressing table, and the stylist was She deals with long hair.

Erica's manager, Brian Lord, walked in, frowned slightly, and said to her, "Weinstein from Miramax lives next door."

Harvey Weinstein, the manager of Miramax Films, has some negative rumors in Hollywood. He has repeatedly harassed actresses in the name of auditions or film discussions.

Lord didn't talk about it with Ericardo, but said about the arrangement of the Baftas, "the after party after the ceremony, you need to be there."

As for the awards ceremony itself, Erica may have to miss out on the Best Actress Award again. The shortlisted British actress who contributed the best solo performance is more likely to win the award than her.

Erica won the Best Actress Golden Globe Award last month. For her bad luck, this is already a surprise. As for tonight's British Academy Film Awards, she didn't have much expectations .

In the evening, at the Royal Opera House where the awards ceremony was held, Erica was sitting in the front row, and the best foreign language film was being presented on the stage, "The Academy Award will go to Zhang Yimou's Raise the Red Lantern."

In the Best Actress award awarded later, Erica accompanied the whole process again.

Awards ceremonies are always lengthy, and by the time the twenty film awards are over, it's late into the night, but the after-party has just begun.

At the BAFTA after-party, full of Hollywood people, Brian Lord accompanied Erica through the necessary social pleasantries, and occasionally whispered to her, "Now go to your actress with Weinstein Uma Thurman is going to be in Pulp Fiction."

"She is very beautiful and fits the image of the movie." Erica admired.

She didn't talk to Uma Thurman and Weinstein, though, because Erica was greeted by a screenwriter, Richard Curtis, before the two approached.

In recent years, Richard Curtis has become famous in the UK and even in the world with his "Mr. Bean" series of works. He is regarded as a comedy genius. His typical British humor is subtle and funny.

And his participation in this after-party tonight is specially for Erica Parker. Richard Curtis hopes to get her production investment to shoot his romantic light comedy movie that has been postponed for several years.

"Four Weddings and a Funeral?" Erica looked at screenwriter Curtis, "You want me to be the film producer?"

Curtis said frankly, "The film was originally planned to start filming two years ago, but the original production company has repeatedly postponed, and recently, they told me that unless the production budget is cut from 800 million US dollars to 600 million, it will not be released. The filming application will be approved."

The original production cost of 800 million U.S. dollars is undoubtedly a low cost, but the producer has repeatedly lowered it. Richard Curtis was inevitably angry about this, so he tried to find a new producer for his film works. .

And Erica became his first choice, not only because of her current amazing reputation, but also because of her generous investment in "The Truman Show".

The shooting of "The Truman Show" is about to start, which has aroused widespread discussion in the Hollywood industry, and the screenwriter of the film, Andrew Nicole, has become the envy of the screenwriters in the industry. The first film received a generous investment of 4000 million US dollars from the producer. Very lucky.

The "unlucky" screenwriter Richard Curtis, who appeared in front of Erica at this time, naturally hoped that she would become an angel investor in "Four Weddings and a Funeral".

At the sideshow party, Erika did not sternly refuse, she accepted Curtis's script, "I will discuss it with my partners and Columbia Pictures."

Erica's independent production company belongs to Columbia Pictures, and Columbia Pictures invested in her, so she won the priority distribution rights, and the final total income of the film is a win-win situation for both parties.

After the great success of "Instinct", Columbia Pictures has undoubtedly regarded her as a meritorious person. After all, after Sony acquired Columbia Pictures, "Instinct" starring Erica was almost the only film that brought large profits. The financial books of Columbia Pictures, which has been losing money repeatedly, are no longer ugly.

In the wee hours of the morning, Erica left the after-party and returned to the block of the Savoy Hotel. The waiter in a top hat opened the door for her. She entered the hotel and passed the classical corridor between the suites.

But when Erica was about to approach her senior suite, a door beside her was suddenly opened, and a young woman rushed out.

She looked very bad, with disheveled hair and clothes, and panicked expression, and when Erica saw her face clearly, she was surprised to find that it was Uma Thurman.

Thurman's face was as pale as a ghost, her footsteps were almost unsteady, and she was about to fall forward. Erica subconsciously caught her and held her in her arms, her whole body was shaking.

Erica looks to the door behind her, which is Weinstein's suite.

Someone would appear in the corridor at any time. Erika made a decisive decision and brought Uma Thurman back to her room. Thurman was trembling all the time, his eyes were full of panic and madness, and his teeth were almost shaking. Nuonuo whispered, As if out of control, "He threatened me to ruin my career."

Erica wrapped her body in a soft blanket, and Thurman hugged it hard, tears rolling down, "It was just discussing a movie project, why did this happen?"

"What do you need me to do for you?" Erica lowered her voice and asked Thurman.

Uma Thurman grabbed Erica's hand like a life-saving straw, "He pushed me down, he tried to put me on top of me, he tried to expose himself, I pushed him hard, he didn't succeed—"

Erica noticed that there were no violation marks on Thurman's body, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the door of the suite was knocked from the outside, and Uma Thurman in front of Erica was frightened again.

"You stay here, no one can hurt you." Erica looked at Thurman, her voice was quiet, but her expression seemed extremely credible and dependable.

She put a cup of hot tea into Uma Thurman's hand, and Erica stood up after seeing her drink a little, but she didn't go directly to the door, but first found a self-defense wig from the suitcase. Ronning pistol.

After that Erica approached the door, fastened the chain door lock tightly, and only turned the doorknob to open a gap. The person who came was Weinstein's assistant.

"Miss Parker, maybe Uma is here with you?" The assistant seemed to be used to dealing with this kind of thing, "Harvey was too drunk tonight, and he had some misunderstandings and disputes with Uma."

Erika's expression was so cold that it was almost dangerous, and she said sharply, "Get out of my place, immediately."

The assistant saw that Erica Parker was not easy to mess with, but he could only continue, "Miramax Films belongs to Disney, and Mr. Eisner, the chairman of the board of directors of Disney, and your agent, Mr. Ovitz, But friends for many years."

"I'll just say it again, get the hell out of here." Erika was completely unmoved.

When her voice fell, the door of one side of the room was opened, and Harvey Weinstein walked towards Erica. He looked really drunk, his whole face was flushed, his voice was a bit vague, and he threatened her directly. , "Stop meddling in your own business, you bitch."

And the next moment his voice came out, Weinstein was pointed at the forehead.

But it was not Erica who was holding the gun, but a British man who appeared quietly like a ghost. His woolen trench coat made him look taller, and his clear gray-green eyes were unreasonable.

At the same time, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance of the classic corridor on this floor - Mycroft Holmes approached with a black umbrella in hand, behind him was a group of military agents.

Erica raised her eyebrows and looked at Harvey Weinstein, "Go to hell, you bitch."