After staying at the cocktail party for two hours, just after nine-thirty, Simon took Janet to say goodbye and left.
On Sunset Boulevard, a blushing Janet leaned against the slightly opened car window to enjoy the wind for a while, then looked at Simon beside her and said, "Little boy, are you going to agree?"
Simon nodded and said: "Yes, Orion's conditions are still very sincere."
"But," Janet tilted her head and said, "They only give you a week of trial shooting, so aren't you afraid that they will kick you off on purpose?"
Simon naturally has such concerns. He is not a naive person and is very aware that Hollywood is full of countless intrigues. However, if he wanted to start "Lola Run" in the short term, he wouldn't have any other better choice. Moreover, at the reception just now, Brian De Palma gave Simon another layer of protection.
"Didn't you just hear that? Brian said that as long as Orion finally chooses me to be the director, he can name this film as an executive producer."
Although Brian De Palma's name is far less useful than Spielberg, and he has been at a low period in the past two years, he is still one of the few well-known directors in Hollywood. Being able to name an executive producer on a completely new work can still add a lot of attention to the film.
In addition, Simon is confident enough in his own strength. As long as Orion does not have malicious intentions to seize the film from the beginning, he believes that this matter will have a very good result.
However, in this way, the favor owed becomes bigger and bigger.
Moreover, Orion has given a budget of US$1 million, so it will naturally not agree to a newcomer with no qualifications like Sandra as the heroine. This is also a problem.
Janet, who was sitting in the passenger seat, noticed Simon's frown gradually as he thought. She was silent for a moment and said, "If you hadn't donated that money, you would definitely be able to make this movie without any restrictions now. right?"
When Simon heard Janet suddenly mention this again, he glanced sideways at the woman, and saw a hint of guilt on her expression, and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you. If I want to keep the money, you No one can take it away from me."
Janet blinked, with a bit of dissatisfaction on her expression, and insisted: "How can it be okay? It must be relevant."
Simon smiled, stopped answering, and started to concentrate on driving.
Janet turned her head like a little girl, as if she was suddenly angry with Simon.
The Ford sedan drove along the winding Sunset Boulevard at the foot of the Santa Monica Mountains. After more than ten minutes, Janet noticed a neon billboard on the side of the road, then turned her head again and said: "Hey, let's go further. We passed the Palisade before, are you lost?"
Palisades is a mid-level luxury area on the western edge of the Los Angeles urban area in the Santa Monica Mountains. Although it still belongs to the city of Santa Monica, it goes a little further and reaches the end of Sunset Boulevard and turns onto California 1. The highway is the Malibu area.
This side has obviously missed the Montana area where Simon lives.
Simon shook his head and said, "No, don't you live in Malibu? I'll take you back."
Janet curled her lips and said with great disdain: "Coward, you are really afraid that I will stay in your house."
Simon smiled and said, "You drank."
Janet was startled, but a little unconvinced, and said, "Have you been drinking too?"
Simon only drank a very weak cocktail at the beginning of the reception, which was not even as strong as beer. However, Janet asked the waiter to mix a glass of very strong vodka after he and Mike Medowa finished talking. Naturally, Simon was worried about women. Drive back like this.
Seeing Janet still looking at him steadily, Simon shrugged and said, "So, I am a man. Even if I am caught by the police, I will go to jail."
When Janet heard Simon's words, her long eyelashes flashed a few times, and her whole body seemed to soften suddenly. She leaned sideways against the seat, with a layer of water in her eyes.
Simon felt that the woman beside him suddenly stopped moving. He turned his head and glanced. He immediately pretended to be frightened and shuddered, saying: "Don't look like this. In fact, people are not delicious at all."
Janet blinked a few times again, then suddenly reached out and pinched Simon's waist mercilessly, saying bitterly: "Asshole, you are indeed a little bastard."
With all the fuss, the Ford sedan arrived outside a mansion near Dume Point Park in Malibu before they knew it.
Simon stopped the car and looked at Janet, who was still angrily huddled in the passenger seat like a little girl. He paused, then leaned over, kissed Janet gently on the cheek, and said, "Okay, good night. Go back and go to bed early. Also, lend me the car and return it to you tomorrow."
Janet found that when Simon came over, she actually raised her cheek cooperatively and let him kiss her, and she suddenly felt that she was not up to par. However, after hearing Simon's instructions, she still nodded, reluctantly opened the door and got out of the car.
Watching the black sliding iron door on the other side of the road open and then slowly close, Simon turned the car and drove towards the way he came.
In the mansion, Janet felt that she might not be so drunk yet, or even a little bit more drunk.
Turning on all the lights in the living room, I flopped down softly on the sofa. Feeling a little floating, I rolled to the left and then to the right.
Then it fell on the carpet.
He rubbed his head, feeling a little painful, and naturally blamed it on a certain guy.
Then he remembered what happened tonight.
After pondering for a moment, he quickly made up his mind.
I didn't want to get up, so I nuzzled to the short table next to the sofa like a lazy cat, reached out and pulled off the phone, held it in my arms, and slowly dialed a series of numbers.
After a few beeps, the phone was connected.
"Hi, Bingshan, have you missed me lately?"
The quality of transoceanic long-distance calls is very poor. Not only do they have significant waiting times, but they are also mixed with electrical noise.
After a while, there was a reply, which was a bit rude.
But she wasn't angry, she was laughing.
"Of course I have something to do with you. No one wants to talk to you. I'm afraid of the cold... Okay, okay, that's it. Lend me 1 million, by the way, it's US dollars... I won't talk to the old man. Also, tell him that if he dares to send some random men over to have a blind date with me again, I will publicly find a woman to marry... Please, if you don't want to borrow it, I will have no choice but to sell stocks... Ugh, You cold-blooded woman, you actually want to buy my stock, are we still relatives? Be careful that I sever ties with you... Then how much can you lend me... 500,000? How can you only have 500,000... Okay, okay, It should still be daytime in Melbourne, so call me now, I’ll need it tomorrow... That’s it, goodbye, oh my, I’m almost freezing to death after talking to you for a while.”
Wake up the next day and prepare breakfast.
There is no dining table in the restaurant, so you can only sit at the kitchen bar and eat slowly.
I was a little worried about how to talk to Sandra Bullock about what happened last night. During this time, Sandra also spent a lot of energy on this movie. The two of them originally agreed to go over all the surveyed filming spots today.
Mike Medowa said he could seriously consider it for a few days, but Simon had no intention of delaying.
It seems that I can only make amends if I have the opportunity in the future.
Thinking of this, after breakfast, Simon was about to call Sandra Bullock to come out for a chat, when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Opening the door, Janet, who had changed into a casual outfit today, appeared outside the door again.
Simon looked around again and asked, "How did you get here?"
Janet showed off her limited edition Hermès satchel with disdain: "You don't think I only have one car, do you?"
"Okay," Simon let Janet in and asked, "So, what's going on today?"
Janet didn't say much. She took out a check from her bag and handed it to Simon: "Now, you can film "Run Lola Run" completely according to your own ideas. If it's not enough, I can get another one next month. Some."
Simon looked at the check, which showed $680,000. If he followed the budget made by the production assistant he hired, this amount of money would be almost enough.
only.
Simon hesitated for a moment and then said: "Jenny, I am still very confident in my movie. However, you must also know that movies are probably the riskiest investment in the world. No one can predict a movie. Whether it can be successful."
Janet didn't wait for Simon to finish speaking, and rolled her eyes impatiently: "That's so long-winded, little boy, do you want it or not?"
"Yes," Simon nodded immediately, but said quickly: "But if you lose, you are not allowed to cry, especially you are not allowed to cry like you did in the hospital that day."