American Fame and Fortune Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Forced to move

  Returning to the crew, Martin began filming the main action scenes, most of which were gunfight scenes.

 The advantages of long-term shooting practice are fully demonstrated. He is quite proficient in using several pistols, just like a professional gunman.

As for the difficult action scenes, two stunt actors, Buck and Lewis, took turns.

They have worked with Martin on the set of The Mountain Has Eyes and have similar body shapes.

Chad, the action director, went into battle himself and filmed the knife training and close combat scenes with Martin.

 After filming a fight scene, Martin just returned to the rest area when Chris Pratt brought a towel over.

He handed it to Martin: "You know a lot. You are very good with a gun and a knife."

Martin could hear this kind of rainbow fart, so he took the towel and wiped his sweat, and asked: "I heard that you are a good dancer?"

“Yeah, don't think I'm fat, but I'm a flexible fat man.” Pratt twisted his big belly and fat butt, and danced an unknown weird dance.

Martin waved his hand at him, and Pratt quickly stopped.

Meine went over and put his arm around his shoulders: "Man, you are really hardworking."

Platt smiled cheerfully, how could he stand out if he didn't work hard.

Martin handed the towel to Bruce and saw Chad holding a puppy to feed him. He went over and asked, "New dog?"

Chad held the puppy in one hand and a milk bottle in the other, and said, "I picked it up from the wall behind the film and television base. It was demolished and renovated a few days ago, and a few stray dogs came in. The big dogs were captured by the dog catching team. This puppy was left behind.”

 Martin touched the puppy's forehead: “It's a bit like a German Shepherd.”

 Chad seems to have studied dogs: “The bloodline should not be pure.”

  Martin had a great time working with German Shepherd because of the filming of "Seeing Through the Mountains": "As long as you like it."

Chad asked: "Are you interested too? You can adopt it."

"I'll forget it." Martin teased, but it was too troublesome to raise, and dealing with wheel battles consumed a lot of his energy: "I can't even take care of myself."

Chad stroked the dog's head and said, "You worked very well with the dogs in your last movie. When I first did the action design, I had an idea to have several dogs cooperate with Wesley to fight. Later, I still felt that mice It's more appropriate, after all, if you let a dog carry explosives to blow up a killer, the movie might be in trouble.”

“Indeed.” Martin knew what Chad was worried about: “Once people go to extremes, it's terrible.”

Chad agreed, and the topic returned to before: "Actually, I have always felt that the one-dog-and-one-person model of The Mountain Has Eyes is very good. On this basis, we can extend the action scenes and plot design."

During this period of collaboration with Chad, Martin confirmed that he had real talent and knowledge, and encouraged him: "After you finish working on this film, you can try to design it."

 Chad patted the little milk dog's head and said, “When will he let him fight with you?”

 Martin smiled: “Okay.”

Thomas came to the studio at this time, and Martin ended his chat with Chad and returned to his chair.

With Bruce around, Thomas said directly: "CocCola has an idea to hold a large-scale signing ceremony to highlight the concept of CocCola God, and then promote advertising and other publicity activities."

 Martin agreed: “Yes, but the time must be coordinated with the crew's schedule.”

Thomas had the crew's schedule and said, “I will coordinate it.”

Martin added: "The plan has been finalized over there, and I want to take a look at it first."

Thomas nodded: "That's no problem, I've already negotiated with them."

  Martin asked: “What about advertising? What was CocCola's idea?”

"There is a preliminary plan to invite a big director to shoot." Thomas said: "The specific candidate has not yet been determined, but from what I heard, it should be a first-line or quasi-first-line director with a background in advertising."

 It's not surprising to Martin. There are many big Hollywood directors who make quick money by shooting commercials. Scorsese seems to have done it.

Ten minutes later, Leterrier gave the order and filming continued.

Martin and Chad moved around in the frozen pork, the prop knives making constant clanging sounds.

 Compared with slow literary dramas, action dramas progress more smoothly.

In the distance, stuntman Buck touched his bald head and asked Lewis: "Martin's skills seem to be better than when he was filming in Mexico."

"It should have built up some kind of confidence." In the hand behind Lewis's back, he was still holding the mobile phone given by Martin: "You have seen the video of Burbank Middle School. In that situation, you can calmly do what he did. made?"

 Buck shook his head: "I can't do it. It's not that I don't have the guts, but I'm not as fast as him."

Lewis has been in the industry for many years and has extensive knowledge. He concluded: "He has experienced scenes in real life that are more dangerous than those designed in movies. When filming action scenes, he has a little more confidence and confidence, which will allow him to perform actions." More convenient.”

Buck was slightly surprised: "You are not a professional guy. While I was playing the game console, you were thinking about these complex issues!"

Lewis pointed at Chad: "Have you seen him? He was a stuntman and is now an action director and assistant director."

 Buck understood: “This is indeed the right direction for us.”

After one day's filming, Martin asked Bruce to drive Mene's car and left the film and television base in a low-key manner for a drive around Atlanta. After the bodyguards behind him made sure that no reporters were following, Bruce drove to Marietta.

As more and more Hollywood crews come to Atlanta to shoot, the profession of paparazzi and freelance reporters is gradually flourishing in Atlanta.

After entering the Clayton community, Bruce drove the car directly into the backyard, and Martin entered the Carter house through the back door.

 As soon as we entered, we found that the atmosphere was not right.

Elena, Lily and Hall's three siblings blocked the doorways of the two bedrooms, preventing anyone from entering.

A woman wearing hot pants and boots, a tight T-shirt, with exquisite makeup on her face, and her golden brown hair permed into big waves, was staring at them with her arms folded, and she was full of swear words: "You three idiots, don't admit that I am yours" Mom? If I don't open my legs and squeeze hard, do you have a chance to stand here?”

Elena gave up on her mother who always ran away with people: "I don't care who dumped you, and I don't want to know which **** you're going to run away with next. Now that you've left, don't do it again." Come back, you are not welcome here!”

 Martin has this person in his memory, the woman Jack abducted, Scott's wife—Emma Carter.

He is very beautiful, but his work is even less reliable than Scott's.

 Martin came out of the back hallway.

Emma turned to look at him: "Asshole Jack's son, ha, he turned into a big star!" She twisted her waist and butt, and suddenly took a few steps this way: "Little handsome boy, when you were in middle school You like me very much and always look at me secretly. Now I will give you a chance to let you..."

 “Shut up!” Elena and Lily shouted almost at the same time.

Honest Martin had never encountered this kind of situation before, and he ran to Elena and Lily in a few steps, and then he felt a little safer.

Emma chuckled: "What? Don't you dare? You only need a little money."

Elena strode over, raised her hand halfway, then lowered it again, pushing Emma out: "Get out! Get out of here!"

Emma yelled but refused to leave.

 Martin couldn't do anything, but he gave Lily a wink.

 Lily rushed forward, her hands were stronger than Elena's, and she pushed Emma to the door in a few strokes.

 The front door suddenly opened and a black man burst in: "Emma, ​​what's going on?"

Hall reached for a shotgun from behind the bedroom door and pointed it at the black man: "Who allowed you in? Get out!"

Martin opened the drawer of the storage shelf and found a pistol as expected, took it out and hid it behind his back.

The black man yelled: "Hey, sweetheart, are all the people in your family crazy? Aren't you here to get money to buy us flour?"

Emma stepped in front of the black man and shouted: "I just wanted to come back to get some money to buy flour when I stepped on the horse, but you actually used a gun on me?"

Bruce in the backyard heard the noise and entered the house.

Martin made a downward gesture towards him, indicating that the situation was still under control.

Elena picked up the phone: "You leave, if you don't leave I'll call the Neighborhood Defense Alliance. They won't be as polite as me and will beat you into a piece of rotten flesh."

After Emma came back last time, she heard about the Neighborhood Defense League, defeated the black gang in South City, and beat a black man until his **** was red.

"Let's go first!" She pulled the black man back: "Don't forget, I also own this house!"

　　The two of them exited, Elena slammed the door and put her hands in her long hair: "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have brought her back, I should have let her wander in Hawaii!"

That's what he said, but the biological mother was begging in such a situation, what could she do as a daughter?

Lily lost her usual liveliness and sat down on the sofa: "Where will she come next time?"

Elena said fiercely: "I want to sever ties with her."

Martin whispered to Bruce: "Go to the Peachtree Hotel and book a suite for three people."

He quickly walked over, sat next to Elena, and hugged her gently: "You guys will pack your things later and move to the hotel first."

Lily answered: "Who would believe it? We idiots were forced to move by our own mothers!"

 Martin stretched out his finger and nodded her head: "Do you want to start a war with Emma here?"

 Lily opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but thought that scolding Emma would mean scolding herself, so she closed her mouth again.

Martin looked at Elena and suggested again: "You go look at houses in the next few days and choose a higher-end community. I know the neighbors here are very good, but you can't live here forever. Why are we working so hard? No. Is it just better living conditions?”

Lily wanted to say that she also wanted to be a saint of the CocCola Cult, but Elena's hand was nearby, and she knew that once she spoke, she would be suppressed by a ruthless iron fist.

Elena no longer had any expectations for her parents. For the sake of Lily and Hall, she agreed without much hesitation: "I have saved some money here, you can lend me the rest first."

"Hey, do you want me to be a black-hearted capitalist?" Martin put it another way: "How can anyone hire people to work without paying them? No matter how black-hearted a capitalist is, he can't let people pay him to work part-time, right?"

Elena didn't say anything more and got up to pack her luggage.

Lily followed up from behind and whispered: "Don't worry, I'll pay it back with you!"

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 (End of this chapter)

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