With his brain dangling, Robert turned into the lobby on the first floor. Martin saw him, waved and asked, "How's it going?"
Robert's face was full of depression: "Can't they see that I have the same big star brain as Stallone, Willis, and Schwarzenegger?"
Martin took a step back slightly and nodded as he looked around: "As far as appearance is concerned, you are very distinctive and can easily impress the audience. Have you seen the trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean? If you put on a pirate suit, you would look better than Those pirates have a more distinct image.”
Robert really saw it and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "Man, I have a very good psychological quality. I don't mind if you just tell me I'm ugly."
He suddenly remembered what Martin often said and decided to scare him: "But, when you drink Coke in the future..."
Martin had a clever idea: "I swear, I will never drink Coke from a glass bottle again."
Robert's depression dissipated a lot and he said, "Thank you, man, I feel better."
Martin said: "You're welcome, after all you helped me."
Robert was depressed again: Are you done yet?
"I'd better be a background artist." He asked: "Did you get the result of your audition?"
Martin nodded: "I received the notice."
Robert said: "Congratulations." He sighed: "It's just one line, it's too difficult."
Martin patted his arm: "I can't help you with this crew, but after the filming is over, we can stay on the crew to do odd jobs."
Staying on the crew means having access to the main cast and crew.
In fact, there seemed to be a lot of scenes for his character in the script, but when it was finally edited into the film, who knows how much was left.
It’s not surprising that the remaining shots are fleeting.
"Thank you." Robert said, "It's a rare experience."
Jerome hurried over from the other side of the hall, saw the two actors from the troupe, and quickened his pace: "Good news."
Robert failed the audition and still relied on the troupe, so he asked: "Captain, have you agreed on a cooperation?"
"It's settled." Jerome said emphatically: "Deputy Leader Martin, you have made outstanding contributions to the development of the troupe."
His inner excitement was about to explode, but he remained calm and understated: "The crew does not need many extras. After my efforts, the crew decided that all the extras will be handled by the Marietta Theater Company."
Martin understood that Andrew had a hand in it.
Jerome planned to use this opportunity to recruit new people when he returned.
Robert looked at Martin in surprise: "You have become the deputy leader?"
Jerome patted Robert on the shoulder: "Work hard and look back..."
In his excitement, he almost said that I would be able to buy a new car if I turned around.
Martin turned the topic to himself: "Captain, my role has been finalized. The crew asked me to find someone to negotiate the salary. I have no experience in this area. The person I trust most is you, the commander."
"It was finalized so quickly?" Jerome was still a little surprised, but thinking that Martin had never forgotten the troupe and took care of everything: "Don't worry, leave it to me, I will help you negotiate, but you must be mentally prepared, the treatment Not high."
The crew came to Atlanta to shoot in order to save money. Martin said: "The role is more important than the salary."
Jerome nodded in approval. The more he looked at Martin, the more he liked him. This idiot might leave Atlanta one day. If he goes to Los Angeles, he would say hello to Robert Patrick. The idiot will also have connections by then.
The three of them left Gray's Company together. Jerome generously paid for the meal at noon. After dinner, he went to Gray's Company to discuss Martin's remuneration with the crew.
Although he is not a professional agent, Jerome has run a theater company for many years and is familiar with many things in Hollywood.
A small actor with a small role and a non-union member, Martin's daily salary was only $600.
In terms of other benefits, there are unified standards for food, accommodation, transportation subsidies and on-set insurance for the crew.
The next day, Martin signed a formal contract with the crew.
Towards evening, he received a call from Louise: "Macho man, come out for a drink."
Martin asked directly: "Where to go?"
Louise can't forget the new cocktail: "Come to my hotel suite, all the bartending tools are there."
Martin understood what she meant and went to the liquor store to buy some base liquor.
When they came to the hotel suite, Louise was the only one. She sat at the bar with a tequila in front of her and started drinking.
Martin carried the wine box and turned to the bar, took Louise's tequila and cup aside, and reminded: "You can't mix drinks if you drink too much."
Louise was surprised: "You really haven't made the new wine yet?"
Martin wanted to give this female drunkard a sense of participation, and a new cocktail was born from the hands of the two, which was more impressive than a mortar.
He said: "We have a prototype, but the specific formula still needs to be adjusted."
Louise also walked behind the bar, took out the alcohol wipes to clean her hands, took out the mixing bottle and measuring device, and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's get started!"
Martin opened the wine box, took out the wine and put them away one by one: "Are you more interested in wine than movies?"
"Movies are a job, wine is a hobby, it's different." Louise's eyes drifted downward again: "Wine is like a mortar to me. After drinking it, I feel comfortable all over."
Martin put on a serious face as a bartender: "Bartending, be serious."
Louise took the black-rimmed eyes and put them on, and the Hollywood slutiness disappeared instantly: "Let's get started."
"My idea for the new wine is to have the flavor of whiskey, with a thick taste and a strong stimulation to the taste buds." Martin stretched out a finger and tapped Louise's tall nose: "It can heal the soul of an alcoholic like you."
He wants to mobilize Louise's sense of participation: "Which whiskey do you think is suitable?"
Louise is a standard drinker. After just a brief thought, she said: "Islay peated whiskey." She thought a lot: "Cocktails can be widely spread, and price is also the key. Lagavulin is too expensive and inappropriate; it can only Between Carlila and Adbeg, I recommend Adbeg.”
Martin took a bottle of Ardbeg and asked, "Why?"
"Are you testing me?" Louise was showing off: "Among all the whiskeys produced on Islay, Ardbeg has a rich smoky flavor and a hint of malt sweetness, which balances the taste very well. "
Martin poured half a cup of Ardeberg and put in some lemon juice: "The taste level is not rich enough."
Louise took it over and drank a little: "It's too sour."
“Add a small amount of ginger water,” says Martin.
This is a common ingredient in cocktails. Louise took a small amount and added it to stir: "The whiskey flavor is weak."
Martin snapped his fingers: "Blended whiskey."
The two tried common brands side by side and changed the amounts they added. After struggling for nearly two hours, they finally found the right formula.
While Martin was making wine, Louise was very serious and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth to remove the excess alcohol smell from her mouth.
When she returned to the bar, the classical glass wine glass contained pale golden wine, decorated with lemon and ginger slices.
"Is this our wine?" Louise picked it up with anticipation and took a slow sip. The smoke, swelling and spiciness instantly filled her mouth, as if she had stuffed an unbearable giant thing into her mouth.
What follows is mellow, round, sour and sweet.
The taste is rich and layered, and all the ups and downs of life seem to be integrated into it.
Louise took another sip, then offered the rest to Martin.
Martin drank it and tasted it carefully: "How does it feel?"
Louise took off her black-rimmed eyes, as if she had eaten nectar, with a satisfied look on her face: "It's like a mortar, it hurts first and then becomes sweet, and becomes more and more exciting as you go to the back."
This drunkard and pervert began to talk nonsense: "Slowly getting used to the swelling and impact it brings, followed by rich and beautiful flavors."
Martin surrendered: "Female drunkard, are you talking about wine?"
"What else can it be if it's not wine?" Louise raised her eyebrows: "Don't use your dirty thoughts to contaminate the good wine we just invented."
Martin didn't bother to argue: "Give you a chance to name it."
But Louise walked around the bar, returned to the front, and said with a smile: "I know you are playing with people's hearts, but I can't refuse the temptation of leaving a name in the history of cocktails."
Martin shrugged: "It just healed an alcoholic's soul."
Louise thought for a moment: "Penicillin, it's called penicillin." She took a pen and paper and wrote down the formula: "Penicillin in the medical field has saved countless lives. It can save the souls of countless alcoholics. I want to use it." Bring it back to Los Angeles and let it really spread.”
"You are one of the creators and you have this power," Martin said.
"I'm not a careless person like Harvey Weinstein." Louise suddenly changed the subject: "After your work on the crew is over, I will give you a comprehensive evaluation and suggestions, which will make you less Take a lot of detours.”
It was a night of penicillin, full of rich and beautiful flavors after swelling and impact.
