Airship Bar near Santa Monica Beach.
After leaving the WMA headquarters, Matthew Broderick arrived here with a group of buddies.
At this time, sitting in a booth on the second floor of the bar overlooking the dance floor downstairs, thinking about the events of the past few days, Matthew Broderick felt more and more irritable, and he suddenly raised his head and drank a full bottle of dark beer. Go down.
He didn't care too much about losing his role in "The Butterfly Effect."
It's nothing more than a slightly better script. The last thing Hollywood lacks is scripts. If that kid couldn't be kicked out of the crew, he would have quit on his own initiative. Since he is already a big star, of course he doesn't need to work with people he hates, as Spielberg often does.
However, Matthew Broderick never expected that he would be the one kicked out in the end.
If it were just like this, I might just be depressed for a while.
The development of things was once again beyond his expectation.
Because he was inexplicably involved in this unfortunate incident, he not only became the one kicked out, but also had to sign a movie contract with Fox at a low price.
$3 million.
He has been paid this much since "War Games" three years ago.
Now, "The Genius" is so successful at the box office that it can even enter the top ten of this year's box office rankings, but he still has to sign another film contract with a salary of only US$3 million.
Damn WMA.
In the afternoon in Norman Broca's office, Matthew Broderick almost turned against him on the spot and fired him directly.
However, he still didn't dare to do it.
The contract with WMA is only the least important. In the past six months, so many people have switched jobs to CAA, and most of their contracts have not expired. The key is that he knows that if he angers Norman Brocka, he will probably destroy himself.
In this world, the person who knows the privacy of a star best is often his agent.
FACK!
Cursing under his breath, Matthew Broderick resisted by smashing the beer bottle in his hand into the crowd downstairs. The suppressed anger in his chest that had nowhere to vent made him almost go crazy.
Looking back at the dance floor downstairs, Matthew Broderick wanted to grab another bottle of beer when he inadvertently noticed the blond girl whispering in the arms of his best friend Alan Sattler opposite the ring booth. Suddenly I remembered the guy I passed by at the WMA headquarters in the afternoon.
All because of the damn Butterfly Effect.
It's all because of that boy.
Reaching out to push away a girl who was clinging to him, Matthew Broderick raised his hand towards Christy Swanson who was opposite him, then simply stood up and walked towards the opposite side.
On the other side of the booth, Matthew Broderick was seen walking over, and everyone else squeezed to the side.
Sitting down between Alan Sattler and another best friend Mark Stein, Matthew Broderick unabashedly asked Christy Swanson: "Christy, don't you know that Simon Weiss?" Tello?"
Hearing Matthew ask this, Mark Stein on his left immediately came over.
The experience on the dance floor of the bar a few days ago left an unforgettable memory for Mark Stein. Because of the way he was struggling in the hands of Simon Westeros, some people even started calling him 'monkey' recently. This word has spread unknowingly. The nickname has made Mark Stein a laughing stock in the eyes of many.
As a best friend of Matthew Broderick, Mark Stein is still very aware of the ins and outs of a series of events in WMA in recent times.
At this time, when he heard Matthew Broderick take the initiative to mention Simon Westeros, he keenly realized that the time for his revenge had come.
Unlike ordinary people outside the circle, during this period, many eyes in Hollywood began to unconsciously pay attention to a young man named Simon Westeros.
Christy Swanson also realizes that Simon is no longer the unknown person he was just a few weeks ago. However, she didn't feel at all that he could compare with a popular Hollywood niche like Matthew.
When Matthew Broderick asked about Simon, Christy Swanson even didn't want to mention this person. She shook her head and said: "Matthew, we just met by chance that day. I only know that he was at the Gel on 25th Street." Working at Riffin Supermarket.”
Matthew Broderick was immediately disappointed.
If Christy Swanson knew where Simon lived, he would want to bring a group of buddies over there immediately, give that guy a good beating, and vent his depression and irritability.
Now, that guy is making $200,000 from a screenplay, and obviously can't be working as a salesperson in a supermarket or something like that.
Mark Stein noticed Matthew Broderick's disappointed expression and immediately said: "Matthew, maybe we can go to that supermarket and have a look. Even if he no longer works there, other people in the supermarket should know about him. 's whereabouts."
Matthew Broderick began to hesitate again. He is a person who is very afraid of trouble.
Seeing this, Mark Stein continued to tease: "Matthew, these recent bad things are all caused by Simon Westeros' script. Don't you want to deal with that guy?"
When Mark Stein said it to the end, his tone was obviously gritted, and his voice could not help but become a little louder.
Alan Sattler, who was hugging his girlfriend, heard Mark Stein's words and laughed loudly: "Monkey, you want to deal with that Simon Westeros, right?"
The young people around laughed loudly.
Mark Stein straightened up with a red face, pointed at Alan Sattler and said: "How dare you call me a monkey again."
Alan Sattler was not at all afraid. He raised his eyebrows in protest and raised his voice: "Monkey!"
When Matthew Broderick saw Mark Stein jump up and was about to pounce on Allen Sattler, he grabbed him and said, "Stop fucking making trouble."
With that said, Matthew Broderick stood up and said, "That's it for today. The women stay, and the men follow me."
After hearing the conversation just now, several young people already understood Matthew Broderick's intention. Mark Stein was the first to jump up again. Several other young people also stood up happily, following Matthew. Broderick walked outside.
Christy Swanson, who was left in the booth by her boyfriend, watched a group of boys leave in a hurry, and just shrugged indifferently.
Just a fight.
In other words, some guy is going to get a beating.
But it's not a big deal.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
Matthew Broderick and his group of six people drove two cars from the Airship Bar and soon found the Griffin Supermarket on 25th Street in Midtown.
Originally thinking about how to extract information about Simon Westeros from the store clerk, a young man who was sent to find out the information had just gotten out of the car and easily identified the figure standing by the cashier behind the glass door of the supermarket.
After confirming the target, Mark Stein in the car behind him immediately ran to the BMW in front, knocked on the window, waited for the window to roll down, and said to Matthew Broderick in the co-pilot: " Matthew, do we just go in and drag the guy out?”
Before Matthew Broderick could answer, Alan Sattler, who was in charge of driving, scolded: "You are stupid, you will be regarded as a robbery if you do this, of course, wait until the guy gets off work. And, Mark, you What the hell are you doing with a baseball bat, it’s going to kill someone.”
Mark Stein thought that he would get revenge soon, and he was not as experienced as Alan Sattler, so he waved the baseball bat in his hand and said: "I know how to fight, you don't need to fucking teach me. "
Many young people have similar part-time experience. They know that the shift in a supermarket that is open 24 hours a day will probably change at 11 o'clock in the morning.
After wasting more than an hour randomly, Matthew Broderick and others drove back to the vicinity of Griffin Supermarket, and soon saw Simon Westero riding a bicycle from the alley behind the supermarket. Turn in and out.
The two cars started immediately and followed quietly.
After walking south along 25th Street for a while, Simon Westeros turned directly onto Santa Monica Boulevard, which was still lively in the early morning. This was obviously still not the place to do anything.
They continued to follow for a while, until Simon Westeros turned into a narrow street with sparse street lights between residential areas, and the two cars accelerated in unison.
"I won't go over there." Looking at the figure getting closer and closer in front of him, Matthew Broderick thought for a while and cautiously said to the few eager buddies in the carriage: "You guys give him a good beating." , I invite everyone to go to Las Vegas next week."
Upon hearing Matthew Broderick's promise, the expressions of several young people in the carriage became even more excited.
Immediately, Alan Sattler stepped on the brakes, the car door opened, and the three young men rushed over like Simon Westeros on the bicycle in front.
A figure behind him seemed to be even more impatient. He waved a baseball bat and passed three people. He chased behind Simon Westeros and swung the baseball bat mercilessly, hitting Simon Westeros on his back. On the back of the backpack.
Matthew Broderick, who was staying in the car, saw Simon Westeros on the bicycle in front being knocked down on the road by Mark Stein. Several other young people immediately cooperated with each other and dragged the young man off the ground. As the person walked towards the alley next to him, a trace of worry flashed through his heart, and then it turned into excitement, and he even regretted not going up with him just now.
In the darker alley, the muffled sound of fists, feet and sticks hitting the flesh continued.
The sudden baseball bat just now almost made Simon faint.
The remaining instinctive consciousness made Simon curl up and protect the vital parts of his head with his hands.
What's going on here
Such a doubt arose in my mind.
A thick wooden stick was mixed in between the fists and feet without mercy.
This is a baseball bat.
Simon could vaguely distinguish it.
But.
It will kill someone.
Is there really such great hatred
A pool of water under his body seeped into his clothes, and a cold feeling came over him, gradually cooling Simon's consciousness.
In the dim light, Mark Stein's expression was a little ferocious. All the humiliation he had suffered these days had been brought back. Seeing the young man lying in the sewage without any resistance, Mark Stein even gave birth to a little bit of anger. The master's feeling of loneliness.
Boy, if you have the ability, get up again!
With this shout in his heart, the baseball bat in Mark Stein's hand swung at Simon again, this time aiming at the shoulder, and the dull blow was particularly obvious amidst the sounds of fists and kicks.
However, when Mark Stein tried to lift the baseball bat again out of habit, he found that his hand was suddenly empty.
Immediately afterwards, an obvious sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded among the scattered kicking sounds.
Buzz —
Click!
The clear sound of broken bones was heard.
A young man who besieged Simon suddenly fell to the ground, hugged one of his legs and screamed, his voice even filled with tears.
"Ah, my leg, ah, leg, my leg is broken."
The sudden change made the other four people stunned.
Mark Stein was the first to react, pounced directly on Simon on the ground, and shouted: "He took my baseball bat away."
One companion's leg was broken, which not only did not frighten the other four, but instead aroused the ferocity of these young people.
So, at Mark Stein's reminder, the other three people also rushed forward.
"Hold him, hold him!"
"Grab the baseball bat first."
Buzz —
Click!
Another young man fell immediately.
"You guys are fucking holding me down, my legs. Call for an ambulance. I want an ambulance."
"Shut up and stop howling."
"kill him."
In the narrow alley, the remaining three young men were still besieging the young man who was trying to get up from the ground. One was holding his body down, the other was punching and kicking him, and the last one was trying to snatch the baseball bat back from his hand.
Once again trying to get up to no avail, Simon decisively gave up the baseball bat in his hand that prevented him from using it. He glanced sideways at Mark Stein, who was pinned on him, suddenly gathered strength, and hit the opponent's side with a fierce elbow.
Mark Stein felt as if a hammer had hit him in the face, his head tilted suddenly, and he spat out several bloody teeth.
Seeing Mark Stein also falling to the ground and howling miserably, the remaining two young men finally felt fear.
Simon didn't give them any time to hesitate. Without the constraints of Mark Stein, he easily took back the baseball bat again.
Buzz —
Click!
"No!"
Buzz —
Click!
"Ah, my legs, murder, you are committing murder, I will sue you for murder."
Finally stood up.
Simon raised his head and felt that the light in front of his eyes was a little red. Listening to the words of the young man at his feet, a thought flashed in his mind: Murder, this is a good crime.
but.
one two three four.
oh.
It seems that one is missing.
This is not good.
There were footsteps behind him, Simon turned around and chased after him.
The first scream came from the alley, and Matthew Broderick felt something was wrong. He could tell that the scream should come from his best friend.
immediately.
Second sound!
The third sound!
The fourth sound!
Matthew Broderick gradually felt that his hands and feet began to feel cold, and some of the original feeling of drunkenness had completely disappeared.
It’s just that the clearer the mind, the deeper the fear
The noise became louder and louder, the lights of some surrounding residents' houses also turned on, and dogs barked.
Matthew Broderick touched the car door, wanting to get out and check it out.
In the end, I couldn't muster the courage.
Maybe, it's just my imagination.
He stared at the entrance of the alley not far away, expecting his best friends to walk out of it laughing as usual.
Then.
Sure enough, someone came out.
However, Matthew Broderick saw a horrific scene that he could not forget for many years to come.
The figure of Mark Stein, half of his face covered in blood, just appeared at the entrance of the alley. He fell to the ground not far away as if he had been hit by a truck.
Then, the 'creature' that was covered in stains and could no longer tell whether it was a human or a ghost, carried a baseball bat, followed silently, and silently picked up one of Mark Stein's legs, completely ignoring the other's wails and Begging, dragging Mark Stein into the dark shadows again as slowly as a dead dog.
A moment later, similar screams came out again.
grim Reaper.
Such a word flashed through Matthew Broderick's mind.
Unconsciously, his hands and feet began to tremble.
His brain shut down for a moment, and Matthew Broderick suddenly remembered his current situation. Worried about being discovered by the other party, he moved to the driver's seat tremblingly, started the car, and fled the place without hesitation, which made him extremely frightened. of.