MTL - Best Actor-Chapter 12 Waiting for a funeral?
The crew of "Everybody Loves Raymond" was very calm this day, no different from before. Actors, directors, assistants, etc., all performed their duties, as if the dark tide below did not exist.
However, from the glances that people cast at the door of the studio, either sneakily or openly, to the person sitting there, they knew that they were not unaware of what was going on.
Most of the extras are snickering in their hearts, don't you speak Italian? Just stand there and show it off. These guys completely forgot how envious, jealous and unwilling they were when Reese chose that young man just a day ago.
?
However, most people choose to ignore it, because similar situations are so common here.
"Damn bastards, they've already planned it! But don't think this will make me give in." Towards the end of the afternoon shoot, Eric Reese finally showed up, with rolling The anger, obviously and very badly.
"You continue to come and wait here tomorrow!" He said to Sean who had been waiting for almost a day.
"Okay, Mr. Rees." Sean nodded humbly, without saying a word.
His honest attitude of putting him first and foremost made Reese a little guilty and embarrassed, so he slowed down and patted him on the shoulder again: "Don't worry, Xiao Well, tomorrow will be fine for sure."
"In any case, I am very grateful to you, Mr. Rees." Sean bowed.
For a moment, he wanted to tell the other party that Stevenson was not just pushing him, but wanted to push him out of the set. But as long as he thinks of the agent, Sean will swallow it back. He doesn't have enough evidence, and he can't predict how Reese will react. Frederick also said, don't talk too much.
Since last night's separation, Sean has not called his agent again, although he is curious to know his progress. Since he chose to trust the other party, don't hesitate and worry. Sean didn't dare to say how good his vision was, but he could see that at that moment, Frederick really wanted to help him.
Don't let me down, Fred. When leaving the studio, Sean said this in his heart.
"I'll let the assistant take note of this, Miller, don't worry, this little problem won't bother us." Philip Rosenthal hit as he walked outside the bar On the phone, his face was red and he looked a little smug.
When he walked to the door, a man suddenly came in from the side, as if he wanted to leave first.
"Oh, sorry, I'm in a hurry... Phil?" After touching him, the other party first apologized, then looked surprised.
Rosenthal was stunned for a moment. The man in front of him looked familiar. He recalled carefully by putting away his phone, and finally remembered who it was: "Fred?"
"Of course it's me, who else." The other party laughed and shook hands with him and me.
"It's rare, you'll come here too?" Rosenthal asked half-jokingly, "I remember you said that the brandy at Max's bar is so bad, you'll never come back ."
"Yes, that's right, but I recently made a bet with someone that if I lose, I'll drink the whisky from all the nearby bars." Frederick shrugged and looked helpless. appearance.
Rosenthal laughed, and the two laughed and walked out of the bar to the street, and then talked about the "Everybody Loves Raymond" that he wrote and produced. "above.
"Frankly speaking, if I had worked harder and secured the production company, would I have been able to get the agency rights for this TV series?" Frederick asked suddenly.
"Ha, are you still on your mind?" Rosenthal didn't answer directly, showing an unexpected look.
"Of course, this is one of the few works that can compete with NBC's signature TV series. I only recommended a young person with great potential to the crew yesterday, and now I'm waiting to sign a contract. Frederick pouted, "To be honest, if I hadn't been running around for the agency of "Everybody Loves Raymond", it would have been... um... Eric Reese took a fancy to him first. , I'll definitely get him over to Friends."
"Oh? Are you so optimistic about him?" Rosenthal was really surprised this time.
"Sure, know how I met him?" Frederick recounted what happened in the bank, "It's wonderful, just wait and see, Phil, he'll make sure The ratings for this drama tend to go up by a few percentage points.”
After speaking, Rosenthal didn't wait for him, he looked at the time and walked to the car on the street: "Okay, I still have something to deal with, so I'll be here for the time being, see you you are happy."
"Me too." Rosenthal waved and walked towards his car, stopping in front of him.
"A young man?" he muttered to himself before getting into the car.
After watching Rosenthal's car in the rearview mirror leave, Frederick let out a long breath, slowed down, and rubbed his face with his hands.
Philip Rosenthal, the creator, copyright owner and producer of the show at the moment, plus the star and star of "Everybody Loves Raymond" at last night's reception Ray Romano, the screenwriter and producer, and a few heads of CBS should be enough, right?
No no no, not enough. Frederick shook his head, although he let them know that he had recommended a young man to join the crew, but because he couldn't show being involved in the fight between the two producers, he was a little vague, and it was difficult to judge the final result.
So, who else? Think carefully besides them, who else can win and lobby? Frederick, who was driving, kept rubbing his chin, and then slapped the steering wheel. Damn, time is too short, if you can prepare two days in advance, the situation will not be so passive.
As a well-informed agent, Frederick knew very well that Stevenson had been plotting to squeeze out Reese for some time. He even found out that Stevenson initially wanted to slowly squeeze Reese, so that he could take the initiative to resign or be fired because of serious conflicts with others. It is well known that Reese has a bad temper.
Everything was going according to Stevenson's plan, Reese was slowly being isolated, and many things were made and overturned. On that day, he had already gotten out the actor who promised to play the main supporting role in the story that Reese wrote, but he had to stand up and face Reese directly when he thought that Sean was temporarily selected by Reese.
What a troublemaker. Frederick couldn't help complaining in his heart. However, it is not all chance. When the two sides face off against each other, if Reese can go all out, he will not necessarily lose to Stevenson.
But, again, time is too short, Frederick is trying to increase Sean's weight, Stevenson is also trying to beat him and Reese, not to mention …
"Damn! There must be a way!" Frederick gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel.
Rao is so, he is still a little anxious, almost two days, even if he fails, there should be news.
As if I heard his voice, when the crew was having lunch, Sean who had just finished queuing for the meal was stopped: "Your name is Sean, right? Let's talk."
It was a white man between 25 and 30 years old. Sean could not help frowning slightly after seeing him clearly. He knew this guy named Lyman Vilsa, Stevenson's assistant, I also tried to make myself leave early that day.
This person is looking for what he wants to do at this moment, and he knows what he wants to do with his knees, not to mention that he slightly raises his chin, and puts on a condescending attitude with a downward gaze.
Although he hated this person very much, Sean didn't reject him, but found a table and sat down: "Tell me."
Lyman Versa squinted his eyes and seemed a little dissatisfied, but he still sat down: "I'll just say it directly, Sean, how much does it take you to leave?"
Sean raised his eyebrows and did not answer.
, but the tone always carried a taste of charity.
Sean still didn't speak.
"Okay, I forgot, you are an actor," Vielsa showed a sudden realization, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he said the word "actor", "Then $3,000 plus How about a recommendation? While you can't stay on Everybody Loves Raymond, Mr. Stevenson has a lot of connections here and it's no problem recommending you elsewhere."
To be honest, this is a very good offer, and Sean can't help but feel a little tempted - but only for a moment. As he had said to the agent before, this kind of commitment in this situation is not credible.
To give a simple example, he withdrew and was recommended to another crew. During the audition, the other party said it was not suitable. What should I do? Well, even if Stevenson is a good guy and recommends another crew, but the other party still says it's not suitable, what should we do? And you can't be sure if the other party did it on purpose.
Besides, if you really want to do this, then the label of sloppy grass will be completely hit on yourself. For a newcomer who has nothing, this is definitely not a good thing.
So, Sean shrugged calmly: "You don't mind if I tell Mr. Rees about this, and let him decide?"
"Don't be too greedy, boy," the other party raised his eyebrows, and a trace of contempt flashed on his face, "For an extra who has been in the industry for less than three months, This condition is good enough.”
"I know," Sean nodded, "It's a very good condition, but I still think it's better for Mr. Rees to decide."
Wilsa stopped talking and stared at him without blinking, as if looking at a fool.
After a few minutes, he snorted and laughed: "What did Reese give you to support him so hard? Like, can you have lunch here?"
Sean gently squeezed his hand under the table. He has been waiting in the studio for the past two days, but the lunch is all with the crew. Yesterday, someone privately Say bad things.
"If the director needs, I can resume the work of the extras at any time." He still maintained a neither humble nor arrogant attitude.
The smile disappeared from Wilsa's face, he snorted heavily, put aside those false politeness, and made no secret of the sharpness in his tone: "It doesn't matter, every once in a while there will be a meeting When a person like you thinks he has found a producer with some connections, he has set foot on a smooth road, and then forgets who he is, and really think we can't do it without you?"
He said and stood up, straightening his collar condescendingly: "Since the choice has been made, let Reese be buried with him."
