Hollywood Road

"The documentary plan has been drawn up and will be broadcast on Channel 6 first."

In the driving Audi car, Carla Firth and Murphy talked about her recent work, "If the response is good enough, we will try our best to push it into the video tape and disc market."

"Sounds not bad." Murphy was sitting on the co-pilot, and the fitted suit made him feel a little awkward. "Time waits for no one. If the black people are scattered, the appeal of documentaries will also decrease."

Carla gave a thumbs up here. "Your news acumen is getting better."

"Thank you." Murphy replied casually, "I learned it from you."

Since the media has never given up on the hype about this news event, coupled with the super sensitive glass heart of black people, although it has been a while since the original incident, the black protests in the Los Angeles area have not dissipated. It began to spread to the surrounding areas, and even some human rights groups joined in.

The two black people are criminals, but criminals also have human rights. The so-called human rights organizations are all good at nitpicking, especially the black people who died.

The media is also fueling the flames. For fear that the news will not be big enough, they keep mentioning that if the target is white, will the police still shoot in the end?

This incident has a tendency to become a focus topic in the American society. The human rights issue of black people has once again been brought to the forefront by the media with ulterior motives. Unlike the highly praised mass shooting in the North Hollywood robbery incident in the past two years, the Los Angeles police have suffered There was so much pressure that even several police officers involved in the roundup were forced to take leave.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Murphy in the co-pilot thinking, Carla couldn't help asking, "Are you guilty?"

The two of them can be said to be the fuse of this incident, and it is they who opened this Pandora's Box.

However, Carla has never regretted it. She has been pursuing big news that can make a sensation in the United States. The effect of this event is exactly what she hopes to see most.

As for the means used in the middle, Kara, who has been in the journalism industry for many years, knows very well, which hot news is not behind?

"Honey, you're joking." Murphy looked like he didn't understand what Carla was talking about. "Did we do anything?"

Even while driving, Carla couldn't help turning her head to look at Murphy, Murphy said calmly, "The ongoing protests in front of the Los Angeles City Hall and the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department are due to the mishandling of the Los Angeles police and the psychology of black people. Sensitivity, what does it have to do with us?"

Hearing this, Carla Feith couldn't help laughing, "It really has nothing to do with us."

She turned her head and glanced at Murphy again, and saw that the sturdy profile face was unusually calm, as if what she had just said were undeniable facts.

"What are you looking at?" Murphy turned to ask.

Carla shrugged, "You still look handsome in that way."

No one has ever made her feel so in line with her spleen and stomach.

The Audi left the city and drove onto the road leading to Santa Monica. Carla passed an intersection and suddenly thought of something else, "You've made a lot of money recently, why are you reluctant to buy a new car for yourself, your Ford It should be scrapped."

"It's fine if you can."

It was because the Ford was so bad that Murphy got into Carla's car. "Every dollar I have has a great use and can't be spent casually."

Carla recalled something Murphy had said and asked, "Are you really going to leave the industry?"

"Well." Murphy nodded, "It shouldn't be too long."

"It's a pity, you are very suitable for this business." Cara showed a somewhat regretful expression. The last month or so has been the fastest stage of her career, and this is all because of this guy on the co-pilot, "Any plans?"

She has a certain understanding of Murphy,

Knowing that if there is no idea, he will never act lightly.

"Of course, maybe I need your help." Murphy paused, looked at the straight road ahead, and finally said, "I want to go to Hollywood to shoot and make movies."

"What?"

After subconsciously asking this sentence, Cara suddenly laughed, "You... you're going to shoot a movie, Murphy, are you kidding?"

Murphy shook his head seriously, "Of course not."

"How could you have such an idea." Cara turned her head to look at him again, her eyes full of incredulity, "You must be crazy to want to enter a completely unfamiliar industry."

Speaking of this, she suddenly increased her tone, "I almost forgot, you are a lunatic."

"thanks."

It's not the first time that this kind of words have come out of her mouth, and Murphy didn't mind, but said, "You still know me best."

Indeed, without any qualifications and connections, wanting to go to Hollywood to make a movie is not much different from a lunatic.

But Murphy kept telling himself that there was a lunatic in the past. He threw away his job as an engineer and ran to Los Angeles to become a director. In the end, he was a great success. He not only won the Oscar for best director, but also became a single film. The 'King of the World' who dominates the world at the box office!

Yes, he can't compare to a true talent like James Cameron, but he's still willing to try.

I'm only twenty-one years old now, but I'm just an adult in the legal sense. Even if I fail, I have enough time and energy to find another way to go again.

The Audi car gradually entered the range of Santa Monica, and Kara drove directly towards the seaside villa area.

"No wonder you suggested that the TV station make a documentary." She seemed to want to understand a lot of things. "It turned out that I had the idea of ​​entering the film industry for a long time."

The car was parked near a luxury villa, Carla parked the car on the side of the road, beckoned Murphy to get off, and walked towards the villa.

Murphy followed, "You look very beautiful today."

Carla wore a short dress from the corner of the skirt to the top of the knee, giving full play to the visual beauty brought by a pair of long legs. The close-fitting design of the dress also highlighted her graceful figure, with a delicate face and permed blonde hair. In terms of appearance and temperament, it is absolutely no less than those Hollywood actresses in Murphy's impression.

"Thank you." Carla glanced at Murphy, who was wearing a fitted suit. He was tall and strong, and the strong temperament seemed to radiate from his bones. He couldn't help but praise, "You look good too."

After she finished speaking, she joked as she walked, "If you fail to enter Hollywood in the future, you can go to the San Fernando Valley. I believe the directors there will be interested in you."

Murphy shrugged, but said nothing.

Carla Firth naturally put her hand in the arm next to her, Murphy turned her head and glanced, the woman in high heels was almost at the same height as him, and she looked like she stood out from the crowd.

Murphy was not used to these Western-style etiquettes, but he always got used to it, so he walked into the door of the villa with Kara Faith in his arms, followed the direction pointed by the staff, and walked towards the back garden of the villa facing the sea.

There were a lot of people walking by, and there were some vaguely familiar faces. Murphy couldn't remember it for a while, but the former Murphy was just a freelance journalist who didn't make it to the mainstream. Now, the familiar faces should be some famous people in the past. Characters with numbers.

From this point of view, the party that Carla Faith took him to is not low.

"What are you thinking?"

Ignoring the man who came to say hello next to him looking like a pervert, Carla approached a little and said in a low voice, "Think about the consequences of failing to plan? Don't worry, if you can't get along in the future, the door on my side is always open to you."

The tone of these words seemed casual, but Murphy could hear a bit of sincerity. The fact that such a woman can say such words is enough to show her recognition of herself.

"I will." Murphy suddenly thought of what Ross had said, and whispered, "By the way, a friend mentioned to me today that the victims and perpetrators of the Bill Road case may be drug dealers."

"What?" Carla Firth turned to look at him, "Reliable news?"

"Reliable." Murphy shrugged. "He's seen them before."

Carla frowned. "You're all friends."

Murphy slowed down a little, "A comrade-in-arms I met in the prison and fought side by side."

Hearing this, Carla Feith remembered that he was holding a man with a criminal record, and he couldn't help but slow down.

She came from a wealthy background, was well educated, had a decent job with unlimited potential, and was not at all from the same world as Murphy, who was holding her.

It's just... that this person has never been the kind of vulgar little person.

Carla shook her head slightly, stopped thinking about it, and took Murphy into the party.

It was an astonishingly large party. The venue included the entire back garden and an entire private beach. It was tens of thousands of square feet. When Murphy looked up, it was all well-dressed men and women. There were hundreds of people. On the beach near the sea, there are dozens of bikini girls specially hired by the owner.

Carla Feith was able to come here, more because of the relationship with the TV station behind her. She didn't know many people. Most of the people who were introduced to Murphy were also very unfamiliar.

However, Murphy still greeted and greeted them courteously. He had no contact with such circles at all. This was a good opportunity to expand his contacts.

Of course, Murphy wouldn't say he's a freelance journalist, and in Carla-Fith's introduction, he's the chairman and president of Stanton Studios.

No one doubts or is surprised that there are countless such studios in Los Angeles, the media and entertainment capital.

But these people would not have thought that from the management to the staff of Stanton Studio, Murphy is actually only one person.

After socializing with Carla-Fiss at the party, the two walked to the resting place by the beach, ready to order something to sit down and have a drink, when a black man suddenly came over.

"Hello, beautiful lady."

This black man is very tall, "Can I invite you for a drink?"

He seemed to be attracted by Carla Firth's good looks, completely ignoring Murphy next to him.

And Murphy looked at the black man carefully, because against the background of Carla's snow-white skin, he was really dark and very familiar.

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