For more than ten years, long golden brown hair has become Aniston's trademark.
Hair is not only about Aniston's image, it's also about her brand.
Martin understood the reason: "Cut off your long hair and break the contract?"
Aniston nodded slightly: "The clothing, cosmetics and mineral water I endorse have restrictions. I cannot cut off my long hair."
It is normal for endorsement contracts and high endorsement fees to have relevant restrictions. Martin said: "My Coca-Cola endorsement contract has exclusivity for alcohol and beverages."
Aniston returned to the previous topic: "There are many well-known actors in that cast. In addition to Blanchett, there are also Julian Moore, Richard Gere, the new Batman Bale, and Australian actor Heath Ledger."
How sweetly Martin said: "They all combined are not as good as you."
Time passed quickly, and after taking a breath, the two returned to the studio and continued shooting.
Martin and Aniston had less scenes today. The gloomy sky had just turned dark, and the two had finished work early and were preparing to return to the hotel.
These days, Aniston and Martin eat, live and travel together, and are a complete on-set couple.
Together with Bruce, the three entered the parking lot, where the crew provided Martin with a Mercedes.
Martin walked towards the Mercedes-Benz first, and suddenly heard the roar of a motor not far away, like some kind of large-displacement American muscle car.
When he turned to look, a blue Mustang coupe emerged from the parked vehicles.
Bruce sensed the danger and shouted, "Be careful."
Martin moved very quickly, grabbed Aniston and hid behind a nearby heavy cement block.
The car was obviously heading this way.
The Mustang is not very fast, but I don't know if the driver is not skilled enough or for other reasons. The car runs crookedly, like a drunken man.
Aniston was blocked behind Martin and grabbed the back of his coat. Looking at the broad back, she felt a sense of security.
But the roaring sound of the muscle car brought Aniston back to reality.
The blue coupe seemed to have lost control. Half of the front of the car hit a waist-high cement block, making a harsh and unpleasant friction sound, and the headlights shattered.
The distance was only four or five meters, and Aniston's heart was in her throat.
If Martin hadn't pulled her out of the way in advance, the Mustang would have hit the two of them.
The driver of the car obviously swerved, and with a muffled sound, the wheel on the passenger side hit the concrete pillar.
The Mustang stopped.
Bruce walked around to the back of the car and stared at the person in the driver's seat.
Martin saw clearly who was in the car, made a gesture to Bruce, and moved slightly closer to Bruce through the cement pier.
Aniston followed closely behind Martin so that she felt safe.
The driver's door of the Mustang opened, and as soon as the person got off one foot, a voice came out: "Fuck! Damn concrete, why are you blocking my way!"
After the man came down, he kicked the concrete pier and said, "Get out! Get out of here!" He pointed his middle finger at the concrete pier again and said, "Idiot, don't block me with your horse!"
Martin reminded: "Man, you almost bumped into us, you should apologize first, right?"
The man turned around and faced Martin and Aniston. Instead of apologizing, he cursed: "Fuck!"
Martin looked around briefly and made sure he recognized the right person, the Australian actor Heath Ledger.
The other party was swaying, with an excited expression, and his bulging eyes were bloodshot.
Anyone who has been in Hollywood for a while will be familiar with this state of affairs.
Before Martin could react, Heath Ledger stuffed the medicine bottle in his hand into the pocket of his woolen coat and said loudly: "Don't step on your horse and block my way!"
He didn't seem to be sober: "Asshole, Bichi, get out of here!"
People who take drugs are mentally ill. Martin originally didn't want to talk to him, but when he heard these dirty words, he was no longer polite: "Watch your words, you'd better apologize to us!"
Perhaps under normal circumstances, this is a humble and good man.
But after taking the drug, God may not know what kind of thing it will become.
Heath Ledger looked askance at Martin and Aniston, and while walking past them, he raised his arm to extend his middle finger.
As she moved around, the outstretched arm fell just towards Aniston, pointing faintly at her chest.
This is Martin's job, how can he allow the other party to taint it!
What's more, people like Martin want to cause trouble no matter what.
Now that the opportunity to cause trouble was presented to him, there was no way he would let it go.
Before Heath Ledger could stretch out his middle finger, Martin grabbed his forearm, twisted his backhand behind his back, kicked Heath Ledger on the crook of his leg, and pressed him down hard.
"It hurts——"
Heath Ledger screamed and his head was pressed onto the rough cement block.
Although there was no glass bottle of Coca-Cola, Martin, the God of Coke, twisted Heath Ledger’s arm with one hand and pressed his elbow on the back of his neck.
A strong man locks up a man!
Aniston was stunned for a moment, but after taking a few breaths, Martin subdued him?
Martin turned his head slightly and winked at Aniston.
Bruce had already carefully inspected the studio. The internal equipment was old and due to the privacy and confidentiality of the crew, there were no surveillance cameras at all.
"Asshole! Fuck!" Heath Ledger struggled desperately, but it was as if he was being suppressed by a big mountain and couldn't move at all. He roared manically: "Damn it, let me go!"
But his voice was immediately covered up by a shrill scream.
Martin and Aniston, the couple, have recently been studying 72 ways to explore the tunnel, and they have a particularly good rapport.
Aniston understood Martin's intention and shouted at the top of her voice: "Indecent! Indecent! Save me! Martin, please save me..."
The woman's scream carried extremely far.
Bruce covered his face, these actors really know how to act!
Except for Martin, he wouldn't believe a word of what Hollywood stars said!
Everything about being persecuted, loving deeply, and giving everything for the character will be discounted at 20%.
Bruce put away the phone with the camera and put it in his pocket.
Martin pinned down Heath Ledger and shouted angrily: "Asshole, what have you done?"
The other party almost ran into him and Aniston, and of course Martin's false accusation came casually: "Do you want to murder us? What kind of man are you to bully a woman!"
Heath Ledger's face and mouth were pressed against the rough cement. His drugged head was in a daze and he couldn't figure out the specific situation.
Around the corner that blocked the parking lot, several people ran over, the ones at the front being the security personnel of the studio.
Bale, Blanchett and Julian Moore followed.
The three of them had already left the studio and were about to return to the hotel after work. When they heard Aniston's shout, they rushed over immediately.
Martin saw them and his mind was thinking rapidly.
Aniston had auditioned on the set of "I'm Not There" a long time ago, and knew that there was a big boss standing behind the crew, and he was also a big boss who couldn't deal with Martin.
She would not let her little puppy suffer, and besides, the other party almost bumped into her and scolded her in front of her.
Aniston decided to blow things up, took out her phone, pressed 911, and said to Martin and Boo at the same time: "I want to call the police!"
Bruce tilted his head and glanced at Heath Ledger's condition. With his rich experience, he would not make mistakes, and immediately nodded to Martin.
Martin said: "Jane, he is plotting against us. Call the police!"
When someone takes drugs, who knows what outrageous things they will do, and Martin also wants to deal with it safely.
He and Bruce are not afraid, but Aniston is always alone in the studio.
The person over there was running closer and closer. Aniston stepped back and leaned against the passenger door of the Mercedes-Benz. The fear on her face was obvious, and she pressed the dial button to call the police.
The security guard who came first recognized Martin and Aniston at a glance, as well as the person who was pressed against the hood of the car. He grabbed the rubber stick around his waist and said, "Mr. Davis, don't be impulsive! It happened. What?"
"This man was unruly to me and Ms. Aniston. He almost hit us with his car and was subdued by me. I suspect he was taking drugs or taking drugs." Martin explained the matter quickly and concisely, without any nonsense.
After Aniston called the police, she exchanged a look with Martin.
Bruce called the crew and Warner Bros. studio representative David Heyman rushed over.
Bale, Blanchett and Julian Moore have figured things out.
Julian Moore knew Aniston well and came to comfort her.
Bell glanced at Martin and Ledger. He knew Martin, but had no friendship with them. However, he got along well with Ledger. He took a step forward and said, "Man, let him go first."
Blanchett is an Australian and a backbone of the Australian gang in Hollywood. If she can help, she will naturally help Ledger. She echoed: "Is there any misunderstanding? Ledger has always been a gentleman and would not..."
"Misunderstanding?" Martin didn't mean to let go. He gestured to the Mustang with his eyes: "If Jane and I hadn't run so fast, we would have been hit by him on the cement block! Afterwards, he scolded Jane and wanted to attack Jane. I Having seen it with your own eyes, you say this is a misunderstanding?”
Aniston's face was full of sadness and anger, and she nodded repeatedly.
Even so, Blanchett did not give up, persuading: "We are here, Ledger can't do anything else."
Martin stepped aside slightly, allowing people to see Heath Ledger's face clearly: "He is on drugs. Do you think he is sober? Can he control himself?"
"Fuck!" Heath Ledger suddenly felt severe pain in his hands and neck, and his emotions, already controlled by the drug, became even more out of control: "You two stinking pieces of shit, I will never let you go! I want to Kill you..."
Several security personnel quickly stood in front of the celebrities and reminded at the same time: "Mr. Bell, Ms. Blanchett, please step back and stay away from him."
"He...he's here again!" Aniston threw herself into Julian Moore's arms, her voice trembling: "I called the police, you have to testify for me!"
Julian Moore is an American and has nothing to do with the Australian gang. He hugged Aniston comfortingly: "Jen, let's get out of here first and wait for the NYPD to come over."
The heads of the two crews rushed over one after another.
In the distance, police lights flashed and sirens sounded, and the NYPD rushed to the studio as quickly as possible.
(End of chapter)
