When boarding the plane, Martin casually bought a copy of "Hollywood Reporter" and the gossip tabloid "US Rumors".
The forr ntioned last night's premiere of "Girl Next Door", featuring only a group photo of the main crew.
In the latter, on the fourth page, there was an article about Eliza.
"Rising star Eliza Cuthbert suspected of a change of heart."
It featured photos of Martin and Eliza walking the red carpet together, as well as the changes before and after on Eliza's blog.
All content about my twin brother was completely removed.
Arriving in Brisbane, as he ca out from the airport, Martin said to Bruce, "Old Cloth, firm up the deal with the Hunting Tour Company; ideally, we could get a legal quota for hunting large animals. I want to go on a rampage and slaughter across Australia!"
Bruce replied, "No problem. Those in that business are well connected with the local authorities. As long as the price is right, they can even provide professional hunters to accompany us and get a hunting spot for Bay Crocodile."
"Are you still hung up on Bay Crocodile?" Martin had a brilliant idea: "Old Cloth, how about we throw you in a trap as bait? If a Bay Crocodile swallows you, could it choke on the stench?"
Bruce reminded him with the posture of a civilized person, "My temporary hunting gun permit is about to be issued, and then you'll be the one crying."
Martin asked, "Is mine coming too?"
Bruce said, "It will co out together. This temporary permit can only be used in the private hunting grounds of the company; it's invalid outside of the grounds."
Martin sighed, "It's more troubleso than Arica. It's been a while since I've heard the gunfire in Arica, and I miss that joyful atmosphere."
Back at the hotel, Martin called Susan and Zomi separately, telling them he was back and that he could resu normal work tomorrow.
ne suddenly ca by: "Boss Martin, I heard from Old Cloth that after this movie wraps up, you guys are planning to go on a hunting vacation?"
As it was legal and reasonable in Australia, Martin saw no need to hide it: "There is such a plan."
ne, with a sycophantic expression, asked, "Can you take along?" He showed a few boxing moves: "I want to take revenge on a kangaroo; I need to get even!"
Martin replied, "You can co, but you'll have to pay your own way."
ne considered his finances: "No problem, I'm flush now." He spoke mysteriously: "Paris has been looking for a few tis, and she tips well."
Martin was sowhat surprised: "I thought you..."
"If she used my body, how could she not pay?" ne stated matter-of-factly, "How could it be free?"
Martin admired him: "Little ne, you're really sothing. Wait until we go hunting, then you can mock the prey."
ne agreed without hesitation: "Don't worry, I have an amazing talent for that."
The next day, Martin rejoined the shooting. The remaining parts were all indoor scenes. After Leder and Judd Padalecki completed their scenes, they were the first to leave the crew.
As per Hollywood tradition, when major actors leave, they are given a souvenir.
The crew gave out miniature wax figures of them.
Quite fitting for the the of the movie; in case of a major power outage, you could just pull out the hair and light it up like a candle.
A few days later, Eliza ended her brief promotional tour and returned to the crew, moving back into her own room from Martin's.
The two managed to coexist peacefully, without affecting their work.
Martin had adjusted his mindset a long ti ago; many people in this world are destined to be just passersby.
Different values, indeed.
Bruce was right; only shit pairs well with shit for eternity.
As the shooting entered its final phase, the crew moved into a green screen-set wax museum for filming, where twins faced off against twins, and only one side would survive.
Martin was a supporting role, and only the female lead could deliver the fatal blow.
So, the psychopathic twin murderers: one had his head smashed by the female lead with a baseball bat, and the other was stabbed through the body by her with a knife.
The last scene the crew shot featured the death of Paris Hilton.
The lavish heiress in red panties once again flaunted herself in front of the cara.
Eventually, her head was pierced through.
When director Zomi Hill announced the last shot was successful, including Martin, everybody in the crew popped confetti, and ribbons and sequins flew all over the set.
Robert Downey Jr., who visited the set to show support for his fiancee Susan, generously announced there would be a huge bonfire party that evening on the grounds of Roadshow Film Studio, hosted by him.
Life, how could it be without joyous parties.
As dusk fell, piles of bonfires were lit, and barbecues, beers, and various drinks were all available.
"Cheers!"
Martin, Bruce, ne, and Zomi, among others, sat together, drinking cool beer and listening to ne's tall tales.
ne boasted: "You should have him learn from ."
Martin tossed a can of beer to each person and said, "ne was my classmate, and I know him best. There was a ti when he was accused by prosecutors in Los Angeles."
ne straightened his neck: "I would never plead guilty!"
Martin continued, "With just one sentence from the prosecutors, ne hurried to plead guilty to stop them from continuing, because the prosecutor said he had only 15 seconds..."
ne took the can and clinked it with Martin's: "Boss, you can insult my intelligence, but don't ever insult this brother."
Bruce suddenly said, "I suggest you watch a movie called Zombie Dancer. You'll feel deeply inferior."
ne didn't believe it, "How is that possible?"
At this mont, Zomi reminded, "Susan and Donnie are coming."
Robert Downey Jr. ca over with his fiancée and said, "Guys, you don't mind if we join you for a drink, do you?"
Martin replied, "We were actually about to co find you for a drink, but we were afraid of disturbing your sweet mont with Susan."
Donnie laughed, "You are Martin, Susan has told you have the sweetest talk."
Martin raised his glass to Susan, "Thank you."
Donnie and Susan were considered the hosts of the evening, and everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
When the couple soon left for another small group, Susan glanced back to see Martin whispering with Zomi.
Louise's recomnded scoundrel was handso, talented in acting, knew how to socialize, and had a knack for networking.
Even a character as introverted as Zomi Silla almost fell into his net.
Donnie, sensing sothing, asked, "Sothing going on?"
Susan, wrapping her arm around his, said, "That Martin, I think it won't take many years for him to beco famous."
But Donnie said, "Getting famous too young isn't necessarily a good thing."
Susan said nothing more because her fiancé had beco famous at a young age and then...
Over by the bonfire, Bruce stepped away to take a phone call.
Upon returning, he announced, "Guys, we're heading to the hunting club at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon to et up with two professional hunters, and then drive to the club's private hunting ground. The hunt will last no more than three days. The quota applied to us mainly includes wild pigs, deer, rabbits, buffalo, and kangaroos, plus a prize for a Bay Crocodile no smaller than three ters."
He specifically explained, "The prize goes to the fellow hunters. We'll assist or, to put it more accurately, maybe just watch."
Martin asked, "Did you get your temporary gun license?"
Bruce replied, "Got it in hand."
ne inquired, "Can't I use a gun?"
Bruce answered, "According to Queensland's regulations, you can't use one since you didn't apply in advance. In a private hunting ground, you can use a crossbow, which is simple and easy to handle."
Martin and Zomi's temporary licenses were approved, allowing them to hunt with long rifles.
ne exclaid loudly, "Our hunting team is officially established, I'm going to take down a lion!"
Martin reminded, "There are no lions in Australia."
"What about tigers? None either?" ne was a typical jovial Arican, "There must be coyotes, right?"
The revelry didn't go on too late, and around ten o'clock, Martin and a few others returned to the hotel they were staying at.
Bruce sent a text ssage and prepared to head out.
Martin asked him, "Any progress?"
"So," Bruce said vaguely, "I'm in the learning phase, practicing, training, and summarizing."
Martin gave a thumbs-up, "A civilized man is indeed a freak."
"Because I've already seen that there will be lots and lots of crappy things in the future, I have to arm myself in advance." Bruce left on his own.
Upon reaching the hotel lobby, he found Kim Kardashian sitting alone by a small round table in the resting area.
Seeing Bruce, she greeted him with a warm smile, "You're here."
Bruce inquired, "Paris already resting?"
"Not yet." Kim was tired, "She went to the bar to drink, I don't have much ti."
Bruce also asked, "When are you heading back?"
Kim said, "Tomorrow afternoon's flight." She looked at Bruce, hesitating, "About the last ti..."
Bruce appropriately said, "With Paris's character, she'll keep getting into trouble in the future, Kim, you are a smart girl, you'll certainly make sure of that."
Kim thought carefully, "Yes, I can do that. It's not difficult for ."
Bruce said, "She'll get into trouble and need soone to help handle it, especially with the dia. You step in on ti, finding ways to make statents for her in front of the dia, making your na familiar to all the dia, and letting more ordinary people know your na."
Kim said, "I'm not her spokesperson."
Bruce replied, "You're soone close to her, you can do it."
Kim thought back to how her godfather Simpson's incident was handled by her father, affirming, "I can do it."
But she was not content, "No matter how well I do, I'll still just be Paris's mouthpiece."
Bruce, forsaking the simple and direct thods of a civilized man, worked in an unfamiliar manner with patience, "Start with these, and we'll talk about the rest later."
"Okay." Kim, aware of much, wrote down an address and phone number and gave it to Bruce, "This is my place in Los Angeles; rember to call when you get back. We can et there if there's anything."
Bruce took it and said, "Good night."
With a smile, Kim said, "Good night, Bruce."
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