At lunch, Johnny Depp ordered a bottle of wine, infuriating Jerry to the point where he smashed the bottle.
Jerry, after all, was one of the top producers in the circle, and his outburst montarily subdued Depp, at least during makeup and lunch. This star, riddled with eccentricities, didn't cause any more trouble.
gan Ellison went out for a stroll at noon, hoping to run into Martin and have a good ti again, but she couldn't find him.
In the afternoon, she returned to the studio and observed the filming.
After watching only two scenes, this female producer felt an urge to take a gun and kill soone.
Still, it stemd from Depp.
On set, even though he hadn't fully sobered up from his drunken state, Depp's performance was still captivating, and the weird character he played complented his personality.
But as soon as it ca to speaking, it all fell apart.
Depp could only mutter "I'm Don Tuo" before he fumbled.
Weinbinski called cut, asking Depp to adjust slightly before filming again.
Depp's performance reached the dialogue part, and once again, he stumbled.
Weinbinski instantly understood and his morning's pent-up anger erupted, "Damn it, did you even morize your lines! I told you over the phone which page we are shooting today and to morize the lines!"
Depp belched from the alcohol, indifferent, "I morized them, but I forgot again."
Weinbinski leaped from his director's chair, "Do you have even an ounce of professionalism as an actor?"
Depp retorted, "I am the best actor!"
Weinbinski grabbed a script and threw it directly onto the set, "Give you ten minutes to morize your lines!"
Depp didn't bother to pick up the script and went back to the lounge, sitting down with his legs crossed.
The assistant promptly brought the script, flipped to the page being shot today, and handed it to Depp.
Depp tried to concentrate on morizing his lines, but his brain, tested by alcohol, was utterly useless, with every English letter in his eyes as disgusting as dog shit.
As soon as the ten minutes were up, Weinbinski promptly shouted for all departnts to get ready.
Depp went on stage again, and after the shooting began, he didn't finish half a sentence before he got stuck again.
gan watched this scene, as if seeing countless US dollars burning.
She finally couldn't bear it and wanted to go on set herself.
Jerry Bruckheir, who hurried over, stopped her, saying, "Leave it to to deal with."
gan, fuming, spoke in a suppressed voice, "Even the laziest employee at Anna Purna Pictures is a hundred tis more professional than him!"
Jerry said, "Depp has old habits; he needs to be coaxed..."
"I can coax him," gan said harshly. "But he needs to show his worth."
In the past few years, the captain's fa soared so high that there was hardly a more charismatic movie character worldwide than him. Jerry believed Depp had that value, "You shouldn't forget, he's Johnny Depp, who can drive fans around the world crazy!"
The more intense the comrcial atmosphere, the more belief that the successful ones will continue to succeed, and Jerry Bruckheir was no exception.
gan nodded, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."
Jerry went on set, diating between the quarreling Weinbinski and Johnny Depp. He first persuaded Weinbinski back to his director's seat, then patiently interacted with Depp.
With a mix of coaxing and pressure, Jerry finally got Depp to sober up a bit.
But Depp's brain, soaked in alcohol and drugs for a long ti, had significantly reduced mory, and it was nearly impossible for him to rember a long piece of dialogue—especially when he woke up with a hangover practically every day.
Jerry quickly thought of a solution, slightly changing the character's hairstyle to let the hair fall over his ears, and then had Depp wear an in-ear wireless headset, allowing soone else to act as a human prompter.
In the following days, gan still went to the Disney Studio to observe the filming.
Not just "Lone Ranger," but also another crew for "The Seventh Son."
Possibly warned by Jerry Bruckheir, Depp didn't show up to the set as late anymore.
However, being late was part of the daily routine; a Depp who wasn't late wasn't a good captain.
As for Depp reeking of alcohol, probably even God couldn't solve that.
gan endured it, after all, Depp was one of the few people with the strongest comrcial appeal in Hollywood.
But she also took action to ensure her investnt.
That evening, as the "Lone Ranger" crew worked overti, gan arranged to et Johnny Depp's girlfriend, Amber Heard.
In a café outside the set.
gan glanced at the glamorous woman across from her and said, "Depp is really infatuated with you?"
Amber laughed, "It's okay, he proposed to , but I refused."
gan understood these little gas and said, "Good, there's sothing I want you to do. During the 'Lone Ranger' filming, keep Depp in line. Have him drink less, do fewer drugs, not be late..."
As she reached the last point, she knew it was unrealistic, "Try not to be late, shoot smoothly, got it?"
Amber nodded, "I understand, I'll try to keep an eye on him, but he's gotten used to being lax, I can only say I'll do my best, it's impossible to completely stop it."
gan's expression was serious, "Do your best then."
Amber looked at gan.
gan pulled out a check and pushed it towards Amber, "There's a reward if you do a good job."
"Okay." Amber glanced at the numbers on the check and happily tucked it away.
Depp was currently in the throes of infatuation with her, and as long as the money was good, she could make him as docile as a puppy.
gan was the first to leave the café.
Amber packed her things and followed suit, exiting the café and heading into Disney Studio, deep into the photography studio area. Perhaps dinner hadn't been sitting well, or the cold coffee she had drunk earlier was to bla, her stomach began to growl noisily.
There was a strong urge pressing against her forehead.
There were public restrooms in the studio, not far ahead, but Amber didn't quicken her pace. Instead, she looked around her.
At this ti, everyone had already left, and except for a few lit photography studios, the place was mostly filled with darkness and void of people.
The folks hired by oddballs often had equally quirky minds.
Amber didn't head for the restroom in a hurry; on the contrary, she ca to a halt.
She was overwheld by an incredibly strong impulse – not to use the restroom, not to go to the restroom, but to relieve herself right there on the spot!
Following her inner impulse, Amber avoided the dark areas without streetlamps and moved towards the wall where the light could reach.
This novel sensation made her tremble with excitent.
…
The crew of "The Martian" had finished shooting overti, and Martin ca out after removing his makeup, joining Nicholson and Leonardo, who were waiting to grab a late-night al with him.
Nicholson had brought his daughter, Lorraine.
She had a cara slung around her neck and complained, "I wanted to take so behind-the-scenes shots to exchange for pocket money, but director Ridley Scott disagreed."
Martin responded offhandedly, "When it's ti for promotion, I'll let you know so you can co and take as many pictures as you want."
Leonardo asked Lorraine, "Not acting anymore? Planning on becoming a paparazzo?"
"Acting is a profession; paparazzi is a hobby." Lorraine followed the three n out of the studio and added, "I have trust fund inco, I'm not counting on acting to make a living. The hobby might actually give so extra pocket money."
Nicholson was full of bad ideas, "Next ti, sneak into Leo's place and take so photos. You could sell them for thousands of US dollars each."
"Don't listen to your dad." Martin wasn't thinking straight either, "That would affect how you appear in Leo's eyes, how will you marry him in the future?"
Leonardo clutched Martin's arm tightly and demanded, "So you can inherit my wealth when I'm dead?"
Martin shook his head, "How can you think that way? How can you think so poorly of a brother? Look at you, at this rate, you'll soon be hit with hypertension, diabetes, and hyperlipidemia. I'm planning for your future, finding soone in advance to take care of you."
Leonardo flipped him the bird, "Thank you so much for your kindness!"
Bruce pulled up in an electric cart, and the four n got on.
The electric cart headed towards the studio exit.
With no one around and no outdoor shooting, Lorraine turned on her cara, adjusted the telephoto lens, and began snapping away, capturing the nightscape of Disney Studio.
Suddenly, Nicholson pointed towards sothing to the front left, "Over by that streetlamp, what's that white thing?"
Martin and Leonardo both looked in that direction.
Leonardo's eyesight wasn't too good, and he could only make out a vague white shape.
Martin saw it clearly, a blonde woman squatting by the wall, her pants pulled down to her knees, doing who knows what.
Lorraine was quick to respond, her cara lens imdiately aid in that direction, and taking advantage of the streetlight illumination, she pressed the shutter button repeatedly.
She realized just what the woman was doing and her mouth hung open in surprise, especially since there was a public restroom nearby.
When Amber noticed an electric cart speeding towards her and she hadn't finished her business, she didn't stand up but instead used her hand to cover her face.
After the cart had passed, she stuck up her middle finger towards it and then continued her unfinished business.
In the electric cart, Nicholson asked, "Is my vision failing in my old age, or is that woman taking a dump?"
Leonardo was certain, "No mistake!"
Lorraine declared, "I got it on cara!" She brought up the last picture, "Take a look, everyone."
The three n leaned in for a glance.
Lorraine had honed her photography skills over the years, and with a good cara and lens, even a nightti shot was crisp and clear.
Most importantly, she had captured the perfect mont, snapping a clear photo of the woman's face as she raised her hand, with a noticeable pile underneath it.
"That's just Leo's type!" Nicholson pointed out the photo.
Leonardo was furious, "You old bastard, stop slandering !"
Nicholson retorted, "Blonde, long legs, and very pretty, isn't she exactly your type?"
Leonardo scratched his head, realizing he had misunderstood Nicholson's comnt, but unable to explain, he simply shut up.
Martin looked again and said, "I feel like I've seen this woman before."
Lorraine nodded in agreent, "I've seen her as well, but I can't rember at the mont."
Martin declared, "That's Amber Heard!"
"Depp's girlfriend?" Nicholson realized, "I heard Depp proposed to her and she turned him down."
"I'm rich! I'm rich!" Lorraine's eyes sparkled with greed, shouting in excitent, "Nobody's getting this photo from for less than a few tens of thousands of dollars!"
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