The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 138 Good intentions

On Christmas Day, Hawke found himself alone.

Edward went to accompany Deborah, Megan and Caroline returned to their hometowns during holidays, Erica attended the family Christmas party, and even Frank across the road, there was a Salma Hayek.

Opening the window, Hawke picked up his telescope, and on the open space in the parking lot, Frank set up an oven to enjoy the love barbecue with Salma.

"This bastard, the barbecue didn't even call me." Hawke put on his coat, went out to cross the road, and entered the parking lot.

Frank saw Hawk coming from afar, stood up from behind the grill, picked up the steel rod for the barbecue, and pointed at Hawk from afar.

The meaning is very clear. Don’t think about coming here to eat for nothing.

Hawke pretended not to see it, and after coming over, he pulled out his chair and sat down, greeting Salma opposite him: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Salma went to get the cutlery and cups.

Frank said, "Don't worry about him, let's eat and let him watch."

Salma didn't listen to him and went to get a set of tableware and a few bottles of beer.

"Thank you." Hawk took it, opened a bottle of beer, and said to Frank, "Don't be so stingy. I bought the barbecue grills you use, the meat you are grilling, and these beers."

Frank was shameless: "You gave it to me, it's all mine."

That being said, Hawke sat down and he didn't drive anyone out any more.

Salma was curious: "Do you usually do this?"

"More than that, he's too much!" Although Hawk was not like the Savior, he stabbed Frank in the critical spot: "My female companion and I were resting at night, and he actually shot my bedroom window with a slingshot."

Salma turned to look at Frank and said in surprise: "You even do such a thing?"

Frank was so angry that he wanted to hit someone with a tong, pointing at Hawk: "This **** did it first."

Hawke made a statement: "I did that because you stole my slingshot."

Salma didn't want to hear these two bad guys quarrel and interrupted them: "Is the barbecue ready? How long will it take to wait?"

Frank said angrily: "Good soon."

Salma changed the topic and asked Hawk: "Your studio specializes in PR, and there is no business this awards season?"

"I took a big order." Hawke said vaguely: "It's basically done."

Salma was curious: "We can't be competitors, are we?"

Hawke wondered: "Are you trying to win the prize?"

"The movie "Frida", an autobiography of a Mexican female painter." Salma said roughly: "My goal is to be the Oscar nomination for Best Actress."

Hawke said, “Min is the show.”

He glanced at Frank and thought it through something he didn't understand before.

Last time, Hawke also guessed why Salma came to find Frank, a down-and-out old bastard.

It can't be for Frank's dead grassland.

It turned out to be a awards season relationship.

At Frank's age, he is the most core old white male member among the Academy of Film Arts and Sciences, that is, among the Oscar judges.

Moreover, the college members are lifelong, and Harvey Weinstein, the first to be expelled from the college, will have to wait many years later.

Frank must have some old friends or something.

I can only say that Salma Hayek's approach is very consistent with the usual style of Hollywood actresses.

As for Oscars, all resources will be used, and the body is also part of it.

Frank brought the barbecue over.

Salma went to the RV again and took the Mexican-style food she brought.

The three of them had a meal, drinks, chats, and also talked about the Hollywood awards season.

By December 31, the college will send out Oscar ballots.

Frank pointed at Hawke: "For fairness, I will let Hawke fill in that copy."

Salma picked up the wine glass and ran into Hawke: "Remember to vote for "Frida"?"

Hawke took a sip of beer and felt helpless: "This is a serious Oscar vote, are you so casual?"

"How else do you want to vote?" Frank said casually: "Find a sheep to vote?"

Hawke straightened his **** in front of him.

Salma turned around and asked, "Did you call me?"

Frank thought of the dry grassland that had been soothed and moistened by his family, and said, "I have called the phone, but the old guys from back then are willing to buy it. I can't guarantee you that they don't owe me anything."

"It's great." Salma was contented and picked up the wine glass: "I'll toast you two."

Hawke had drunk wine and said casually, "Every line has difficulties."

Salma said: "Especially women, there is a workplace rule in the United States. Women are harassed by superiors and cannot complain, but they must be patient."

Hawke has heard Caroline, Johnson and Josh Hartnet say a lot: "In Hollywood, men are like men."

Frank responded: "Don't talk about men, so do those underage children."

"You haven't done it, right?" Hawke stared at Frank.

Frank said disdainfully, "I am a normal man and I like normal pretty women, such as Salma."

He sneered and raised his voice: "Don't compare me with those **** who like to study hairless black holes, I'm disgusting."

Hawke brought him a can of new beer: "You **** are still a man."

Salma has actually experienced these days: "Although he is not as powerful as he did in previous years, he is indeed a man."

The atmosphere has been set off here, forcing the King of Kings to go online: "Think of ten years ago, I held Julia Roberts who ran away with my left hand, and Cameron Diaz who wanted to enter the entertainment industry with my right hand, and kneeled in front Marisa Tome, there is also a Robin White behind her, and even a phone call can call Spielberg's two **** girls over..."

Hawke was so shameless: "Is there your fiancée among them?" He knocked the king back to the prototype: "I have all the names written down and let the savior go and try it next to you."

Frank shook his head, "Don't ask me for help in the future."

Salma discovered that these two people had a unique way of getting along.

She glanced at Hawke and changed the topic: "Isn't your studio doing business strategy consulting? Can you help me with one?"

Frank reminded: "He charges very expensively, and the little you earn is not enough."

"There is a popular suggestion, no money is charged." Hawke, on the one hand, is deliberately making trouble for Frank: "If you can get the Oscar nomination for Best Actress this time, your reputation and fame will reach a new level. Find a wealthy businessman to marry.”

He said specifically: "There are many precedents like this in Hollywood, such as Grace Kelly."

Salma thought this was a good idea: "The United States doesn't need to think about it anymore. You can go to Europe to have a look. After all, there is a layer of Hollywood stars across the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Wait, wait!" Frank was angry: "I'm not dead yet, are you two discussing this?"

Hawke took the blame: "Can you give Salma the rich life she wants? Can you let her win the Oscar for the Best Actress? You are together, Salma wants to give you a bad old man to support you."

Frank picked up the steel rod of the kebab and inserted it on the wooden table, saying, "Let's go, go quickly! I don't welcome you!"

He turned around and got into the RV.

Hawk and Salma were having Frank's barbecue and chatting leisurely.

Not long after the meeting, Frank came out of the car with a pile of newspapers in his arms and threw them to Hawk: "Read the newspaper and eat less."

Hawke pointed at him and said nothing more.

Hungry Frank hurried to have a meal.

When Hawke looked through the newspaper, he found that this pile of them was basically entertainment newspapers, and the most popular pages on them were all for awards season movies or personnel.

The headline of the second edition of "Hollywood Life" published a gossip, which was related to the topics the three of them talked about before.

Hawke looked at it carefully for a while.

Parents of several young actors revealed to the media that Van Wagren, director and producer who directed "Criminals" and "Alan and Nomi", violated their children.

These children are both men and women.

Hawke took the newspaper to show Frank.

Frank glanced at it: "It's not a rare thing in Hollywood. Don't think that child stars are safe. Those disgusting things in human skin have no lower limits."

He said, "If you really want to pay attention, you guys who are doing secret photography are a hundred times nobler than them."

Hawke looked through other newspapers and found that there were no related reports except for another tabloid, and there were no related reports in the slightly more formal entertainment newspapers.

When Salma saw the two of them finishing their meals, she took the initiative to pack up the tableware and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

Frank didn't say anything and waved his hand casually.

Hawke is ready to leave, too.

"Don't you drink with me?" Frank asked.

Hawke said, "I'm going to the shooting range to practice guns."

Now that I am full of energy, I need to vent my best.

...

Brentwood, Edward drives Cadillac and returns to Deborah's home in shopping.

The car was parked in the yard, Deborah came out of the villa, hung Edward's neck with both hands, and took the initiative to give her a passionate kiss. The two of them were a little moved for a moment, and the former's hand had already fallen.

Edward grabbed it and asked, "Where is Indio?"

Hearing the name of his son, Deborah remembered that there was still something serious about it and whispered, "I discovered a situation, it's not very good."

Edward pulled her into the car: "About Indio?"

Deborah nodded: "He went out to attend a class reunion at noon this day. When I picked him up, I smelled the leaves from him."

Edward thought of Indio's age: "Are you sure?"

"It's not wrong," Deborah said. "I've lived with Robert Downey Jr. for so long, and the taste of these things is so familiar."

She was anxious: "This is a wrong beginning, and I was worried that Indio would be like his father..."

Edward comforted first, "Don't worry, don't worry." He didn't have a good mind. After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe Indio was just curious, there wouldn't be another next time."

Deborah shook her head: "His grandpa is, and so is his father. I'm worried that he will also go on this path. Normal people get stuck in those things and their heads are full of shit."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Edward had seen too many such people when he was in Compton, and the environmental impact was too great. He asked, "Donny used it in front of Indio?"

Deborah nodded, “Yes, more than once.”

Edward reached out to hug Deborah: "You mother is too difficult, and you have a hard time. Everything is blamed on Donnie."

This came to Deborah's heart: "That **** is dead!" She worried about her son: "I dare not talk about these with Indio. Didn't Indio treat you as a good friend? Talk to him?"

Edward didn't understand these things, but at this moment he could only bite his teeth and say, "Okay, I'll talk to him."

"He's in the entertainment room," Deborah said.

Edward got out of the car and entered the villa and headed straight to the entertainment room.

Indio was playing video games when he saw him coming and said, "Let's play together!"

"Okay." Edward played a few video games with him first. When Indeo got addicted, he said, "We should move after sitting for so long."

Indio understood what he meant, stood up and moved his hands and feet: "Do you want to compete with me?"

Edward also followed his actions: "Let's go to the gym."

The two changed their clothes, put on protective gear, and stood on a thick sponge mat.

Indio patted his helmet gently and said, "Did you have the rules before?"

"Change the game." Edward said: "If you hit me, I will answer you a question. If I hit you, I will answer me a question."

Indio said, “I am much more flexible than you.”

He swung his feet and kicked.

Edward pretended not to react and was kicked in the leg by him.

"Yeah!" Indio celebrated with his fists, and asked, "Why are there photos of my mom and dad hanging in some rooms at home?"

Edward was almost stunned by the question, but fortunately he was a little anxious and said, "Because I want to thank your father."

Indio nodded, “I’m going to attack.”

This time Edward avoided his kick and turned around and kicked him down.

When Indio got up, Edward asked, "Are there any new and fun parties you classmates attended?"

Indio looked here and didn't see his mother. He whispered, "Someone brought a kind of cigarette, they all said it was very exciting, and I tried it too."

Edward asked, “How is it?”

Indio looked painful: "It's very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable."

"Don't try again if you feel uncomfortable." Edward said: "Don't the video games we play and the Taekwondo we practice bring all happiness?"

Indio thought about it and it was indeed the case. He nodded and said, "Okay, I won't try."

He suddenly felt something was wrong: "Hei Xiaoshuai, you are cheating. You have only beat me once, but you have asked so many questions."

Edward hooked up and said, "Come on, let you see how powerful I am."

Deborah appeared at the door at this time and saw through the window that her son was kicked to the ground by Edward again and again. Not only did she not go in to stop him, she secretly applauded in her heart.

She heard everything Edward said to Indio just now.

Edward has done a good job.

After the two of them finished their practice, they went to take a shower. Deborah quietly followed Edward, threw herself into her arms and said, "Thank you, I really don't know what to do without you."

Edward had enjoyed the joy of beating Downey's son, and was able to hold Downey's wife, and was in a particularly good mood: "I can solve any small matter at will."

Deborah was particularly satisfied with him: "Last time we came back from the cemetery, how happy did you say you wanted Donnie to see me now?"

Edward laughed two lines of white teeth: "I want him to know that you are well taken care of by me."

Deborah himself turned against Donnie and said, "Let's choose a time that is not a weekend, and go to visit Donnie together to let him know how happy I am!"

Of course Edward agreed.

...

West Los Angeles, Atel Mountain Shooting Range.

Hawke packed his guns, changed his clothes, came out of the locker room, and entered the gun shop.

He found a familiar store manager Palmer and asked, "Have I ordered the gun?"

Palmer said, "Here, you wait."

He opened the cabinet behind, took out a walnut gun box, unbuttoned the lock, and made a gesture of asking for help.

In the box, there was an M1911 pistol and two magazines.

This is a special commemorative model specially ordered by Hawke. The collection and exhibition are far more meaningful than practical.

The gun body is carved with patterns, the gun handle is inlaid with century-old walnut, some areas are silver-plated, and the original factory is engraved with special commemorative numbers.

Hawke's gift for Erica.

For Hawk, guns are weapons.

But in Erica's eyes, guns also represent a culture.

When the two chatted, Hawke naturally remembered it.

After checking the pistol, Hawke paid the final payment, Palmer put the gun away and put it in a special gun bag.

Seeing Hawke come back, Palmer sent a gun and said specifically: "If you need it, just look for me."

"Thank you." Hawke gave the tip, carried the bag, and left with the gun bag.

After leaving the club and coming to the parking lot, Hawke put his gun bag, got in the car, took out the phone and called Erica: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Erica quietly turned on the pull mode: "I'm very sorry for letting you spend Christmas alone."

Hawke said deliberately: "If you practice a gun alone, you always feel something is missing."

Erica said a pun: "I want to practice guns, but I really can't get out..."

Hawke said, "It's okay, I'll prepare a special gift for you, and I'll give it to you when I see you."

"I'm looking forward to it." Erica's voice sounded like it was: "I've never looked forward to Christmas presents as much as I am now."

Hawke called and said, "You can do it first, there is someone here to look for me."

"Okay." Erica hung up the phone.

Hawke looked at the call and found that it was Josh Hartnett. He was thinking about whether to call back, but the call came over again.

Josh Hartnett said Merry Christmas and asked, “Hauck, is there any time?”

Hawke asked back, "Is there anything wrong?"

Josh Hartnett said: "Will and I have something to ask you. Regarding the business, we mainly introduce you to a new business."

Hawke remembers Will, who was Josh Hartnett's agent, asked, "New business?"

Josh answered, “About my new movie.”

Hawke thought it was related to film marketing: "Beverly Business Club, I have a reception room there, and you guys just say my name when you arrive."

"Yes." Josh responded.

In the store, a Mexican came over and asked Palmer: "Are these two guys with the best shooting skills in the club?"

Palmer nodded: "Yes, Erica and Hawk are the top gunmen we are recognized as."

Mexicans said, "I have time to introduce you to me."

Palmer asked, "What, do you want to compete with them for shooting skills?"

"No?" Mexicans looked very confident: "My marksmanship is also good."

Palmer nodded, “Wait until they come next time.”

(I have a fever these days, I am confused and use the manuscripts. The second chapter has not been finished yet, and I should be able to publish it around noon)

(End of this chapter)