It took only two days for Netflix to sign a formal agreement with Leonardo to invest three million US dollars and co-produce the animal conservation documentary "Virunga" with Pave Road Entertainment.
Virunga is Africa’s oldest national park and also a region where conflict never ceases.
After the production is finished, it will be directly accessible on the Netflix website.
As the intermediary that introduced the two sides of the partnership, Martin also landed the role of an executive producer on this project.
For celebrities, these sorts of films are tools for shaping their public personas and refining their styles.
Martin continued filming "Escape from Tehran".
In the set that was decorated like a CIA meeting room, a bunch of people were discussing rescue plans.
To highlight the protagonist, the ideas suggested by other characters were naturally very unreliable.
For instance, one CIA official suggested that the six individuals being rescued should ride bicycles out of Tehran, traverse mountain trails for hundreds of miles, and reach the Turkish border.
"That’s hundreds of miles of mountain roads, we would need more than bicycles, we would also need a rescue team, carrying Coca-Cola, pumps and spare wheels following them!"
Among a crowd of publically perceived idiot officials, Martin’s character stood out: "Gentlemen, the only way out of that city is the airport! We create new identities for them, send in a rescuer, and get them out on a commercial flight."
The others fell silent.
David Fincher called a halt to the filming, saying, "OK, this one is good, let’s move on to the next scene!"
The CIA internal scenes were not many, some were filmed on set with constructed sets, and others would be shot at the Langley headquarters.
As the crew was busy with the change of sets, Martin had some downtime.
An assistant came into the studio with a young girl.
Seeing Martin, Silsa Ronan hastened to the rest area and respectfully greeted, "Teacher, good morning."
Martin had already seen her and gestured to the chair beside him: "Sit."
He asked, "How do you have time to come here?"
"My mother agreed to move to Los Angeles for the sake of my acting career." Silsa said with a little excitement: "I’ll be able to see the teacher often from now on."
Martin handed her a bottle of water and asked, "Got any plans recently?"
Silsa said, "I’ve taken on a new film, shooting at Disney Studio, adapted from the ’The Host’ novel by Stephenie Meyer, the author of ’Twilight Saga’."
Martin had heard of "Twilight Saga" but was unfamiliar with "The Host," so he asked, "Is it a similar theme like vampires and werewolves?"
"It’s not fantasy." Silsa briefly described, "It’s sci-fi. The plot is about Earth being invaded by a new species called ’Souls,’ who inhabit the human body, controlling human thoughts. My character is like this, and she, the alien residing within her, starts a love quadrangle with humans."
She scratched her blond hair: "Essentially, it’s no different from ’Twilight Saga,’ but it’s under the guise of sci-fi to talk about love."
In Martin’s mind, Stephenie Meyer was like an American version of Qiong Yao. He said, "I remember you usually take on artistic films, why did you take on such a movie?"
Silsa looked helpless: "I’ve grown up, I’m not as popular as when I was a child star, getting a lead role takes a lot of effort."
Transforming from a child actor to adult roles is difficult, Martin was well aware of this and said, "Things will get better once you get through this tough period."
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"Actually, I came here today for this reason too." Seeing how Silsa Ronan shamelessly insisted on having Martin as a teacher, one could tell her thick-skinned nature: "Teacher, I’m all alone in Los Angeles. Whenever I encounter problems, I can only ask for your help."
After some thought, Martin asked, "Can you sing and dance?"
Silsa immediately stood up: "Teacher, do you want to see me sing and dance? It’s not quite appropriate here, how about we find a different place after you finish work today? I can perform for you."
The crew had finished changing sets, and someone came to fetch Martin for shooting.
Martin stood up: "You should sign up for a class and properly learn some singing and dancing, the formal kind, it might be useful in the future."
Silsa responded, "I’ll do as you say, teacher." She prepared to leave: "The ’The Host’ set isn’t far from here, you can visit if you have time, teacher."
Martin nodded and entered the set.
As Silsa left the studio quickly before the doors closed for shooting, she headed towards the production facilities, pondering Martin’s words as she went.
Practice formal singing and dancing? It’s expected of a multi-talented actress.
Being a smart girl from a young age, Silsa had gone to lengths to deal with Emma Watson in Pine Forest Studio, even causing trouble in the bathroom.
She mulled over how to practice singing and dancing, many ideas popped into her head, and she quickly made up her mind to practice both serious and less serious dances.
Who knows if the teacher might like it?
Nearby, a studio door bustled with activity, Silsa glanced over, and involuntarily stopped in her tracks.
As if called by fate, a girl with golden-brown long hair in front of the studio turned around, and her gaze collided with that of Silsa’s.
Emma Watson!
Silsa Ronan took a few steps towards her.
Emma Watson also came a bit closer.
The two witches almost simultaneously spat out the same word, "Bitch!"
Of similar age, nearly identical hair color and appearance, hailing from the British Isles, these two had been mortal enemies for years.
Upon meeting now, they both glared daggers at each other, wishing they could kill with their eyes!
Emma Watson, quick with her words, blurted out, "Ugly little bitch with a pancake face, freak!"
Silsa wouldn’t show any weakness, firing back swiftly, "You’re even uglier, moon-face, with your pointy monkey cheeks!"
She struck directly at Emma Watson’s most painful point, "The English rose who still wet her pants in her teens, how glorious, the whole world knows you pee your pants!"
The Pine Forest Film Studio ’pants-wetting incident’ was a lifelong pain for Emma Watson, and she would go crazy whenever someone mentioned it.
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Her shoe-stretcher face instantly darkened, and just as she saw Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint approaching, she cried out, "I’m being bullied, come and help me!"
Her face and voice were filled with innocence as she pointed at Silsa, saying, "She’s bullying me!"
The Gryffindor golden trio had known each other since the casting in 1999. With a friendship spanning over a decade, Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint immediately ran over, ready to help.
The latter even yelled, "Grab her, don’t let her escape!"
Emma Watson went straight for Silsa, determined to beat up that ’bitch’ who wet her pants today!
Silsa was no fool. How could a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl be a match for boys of the same age? She turned on her heel and ran towards The Host’s film set, screaming as she ran, "Help! Help! Murder!"
Her cries attracted quite a few people.
Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint could only stop.
Emma Watson shouted, "Bitch, don’t let me see you again, or I’ll tear your face apart!"
Daniel asked, "Emma, what’s going on?"
Emma Watson dropped her fierceness, turning pitiful and sobbing, she said, "I was about to enter the studio when that Silsa Ronan started screaming at me, mocking me with the incident of wetting my pants in the toilet a few years ago, saying I pee my pants..."
Rupert said fiercely, "That bitch has always been against you!"
Emma Watson’s eyes were red with tears, "Yes, she’s always bullying me!"
"Don’t worry, we’re here; she won’t bully you," Daniel consoled her. "Next time you see her, call us. Whatever we’re doing, we’ll come over right away!"
Silsa ran a distance, saw no one was chasing her, and stopped to catch her breath with her hands on her hips.
She asked around and learned that the "Noah’s Ark" crew had just settled in, where Emma Watson was playing Noah’s adopted daughter.
The Host film crew was also shooting at Disney Studio, meaning she might frequently encounter Emma Watson in the future.
Silsa was on her own, while Emma Watson had the Gryffindor golden trio.
With years of grievances between them, fighting would mean trouble for her.
Silsa called Martin, "Teacher, do you still have any fireworks? I’m not up to anything, really, just as a precaution against others causing trouble."
Having given all his stock to Nicholson, Martin simply told Silsa to find the old bastard.
Silsa contacted Nicholson, and just after introducing herself, the voice on the other end said, "I remember you, Martin’s student who loves to blow up toilets? Come to the gate of Disney Studio later, and a girl named Lorraine will bring some to you."
"Thank you," Silsa said, as she drove an electric car to the gate of Disney Studio, where Lorraine was waiting.
...…
An expanse of verdant pasture stretched as far as the eye could see, with the sound of horses neighing in the distance, all within a vast and highly secluded private farm.
Morgan Freeman tipped his brown cowboy hat and passed the photos he’d looked through to Lynch, saying, "Keep these items secure, they’ll cause a lot of trouble if they get out."
Lynch carefully placed them into his leather bag, asking, "Morgan, how do you feel about this island?"
Morgan Freeman, a regular customer at the global travel company, did not need to be coy and said, "I have heard of this island; it’s quite distinctive, I like it a lot."
Lynch mentioned, "Michel could recommend some clients to vacation on that island, but the spots are limited."
Remembering those pictures, Morgan Freeman couldn’t contain his curiosity, "Tell me, how much for an entry ticket?"
"It’s not about the money," Lynch had been scrutinizing Morgan Freeman’s past interactions with the company these past days, making sure he was the right choice, "The owner of the island isn’t lacking in funds."
Morgan Freeman had heard that Michel was caught in ’09, and many thought she would spend the latter half of her life in prison, only to be sentenced to a fine and house arrest.
The amount of the fine was an astounding 35,000 US dollars!
Everyone knew, some high-powered individual must have intervened.
Given Morgan Freeman’s age, his outlook was quite positive; with plenty of money and fame, he seemed to lack nothing.
But he had one weakness.
Once again, those photos flitted through Morgan Freeman’s mind, and he couldn’t help but ask, "What are your terms?"