Hollywood has so many big shots whose promises turn to dust after they get what they want; the numbers are too many to count, and Harvey Weinstein is definitely not an exception.
On the other hand, people like Martin, who are lecherous and despicable yet keep their promises, are more like Hollywood oddities.
From Charlotte Kirk's mouth, they couldn't coerce much information.
But the crew had to give Martin an explanation.
That afternoon, after Charles Roven had gone through the formalities of notifying Charlotte Kirk's agent and agency, he announced Charlotte Kirk's dismissal from the crew.
The following day, during the routine press conference, the crew publicly announced this news to the dia.
It's difficult for a female actress who tried sneaking into a gastar's trailer to secretly film and got caught red-handed to find work through normal channels.
Charlotte Kirk left the crew with a sense of sorrow.
Sitting in the hotel lobby resting area, Bruce saw Charlotte get into the taxi outside the door and made a phone call.
After the taxi left, another car followed it.
At this mont, Martin ca downstairs, joined Bruce, and they got into an Escalade, leaving Peachtree Street for the House of Beast on West Strip Avenue.
Bruce, driving the car, said, "Charlotte Kirk is leaving Atlanta today."
Martin replied, "Have soone follow her and see what she does."
A red light appeared ahead, and Bruce stopped the car, continuing, "Now one thing is very clear, Charlotte Kirk was introduced to the crew by Charles Roven, but I've had people ask discreetly, and according to those close to Charles Roven, they had never t Charlotte Kirk before coming to Atlanta."
Martin nodded slightly, "Charles is a veteran producer under Warner Bros. He has been collaborating with Nolan since 'Batman: The Mont of War', and I have worked with him on 'The Dark Knight' and 'Inception', the cooperation was quite pleasant..."
Bruce sped up the car, "Was it really Charlotte Kirk's personal act?"
Because it made sense, just like those actresses whom Harvey Weinstein had forced, there were very few who secretly recorded video and audio.
Martin said, "First have soone watch who she ets when she gets back."
Bruce responded, "I've arranged it."
The Escalade turned onto West Strip.
Martin looked out at the neon lights that seed to recall mories, ten years had passed since he had stirred up the winds and storms of West Strip.
The neon sign for the House of Beast lit up ahead, while the "Black" bar opposite had long since changed its na.
Martin still rembered how he had turned the bottom of the "Black" bar owner into a hornet's nest with a shotgun.
When night had fully fallen, the Escalade stopped in front of the House of Beast, Martin stepped out of the car, opened the glass door marked 'Closed for Business', and a middle-aged man in a suit ca out with an odd walk, legs splayed.
Martin laughed out loud, "Hey Scott, long ti no see."
Lily and Elena's father, Scott Carter, seed to not see Martin, just nodded inwardly, "Co in, Sophia is waiting for you."
Martin entered the club, quickly asured Scott up, and apart from the strange walk, everything seed normal, even better than before.
Scott was dressed in Armani, his shoes were Versace, on his wrist a Rolex, and holding an embellished diamond iPhone in his hand.
Martin was willing to call him a winner in life.
Second only to ne.
The spacious House of Beast felt sowhat empty, with only a few people sitting near the stage.
Sophia saw Martin and hurried to greet him, smiling, "Welco, Martin, and Old Cloth."
Perhaps with age, the loss of collagen was severe, when Sophia smiled, her face was crisscrossed with deep lines.
Martin looked around, "What's on the agenda for tonight?"
Sophia said, "Every ti you co back, you gather old friends together, this ti you're busy with work, so I'm handling the party."
She gestured with her hand and Scott turned off the main lights in the ceiling.
At the sa ti, the stage lit up and familiar music began to play.
A dozen old n in leather shoes, dress pants, and white shirts appeared on stage, tapping out a rhythm.
Martin clapped loudly, shouting his approval.
These n were not particularly good dancers; their rhythm was a bit off, their moves not in sync, and among them, a few overweight figures.
But Martin understood their gesture.
As the music reached its peak, about a dozen n led by Hart and Carrington headed towards the front of the stage, planning to finish with a collective slide on their knees, using their speed and the smooth floor.
However, the heavier n stumbled and crashed into each other, with only Hart and Carrington managing to slide close to Martin.
Hart scratched his head sheepishly, "I wanted to present you with 'The Dance of the King', but sadly we're pretty average."
Martin held out his fist, "I got your ssage, guys."
He called out to the forr dancers behind Hart, "Fellas, you've all gotten fat."
The n were just as irreverent as in old tis, hooting and coming up to bump fists with Martin.
Then, the lights ca on, and the hotel waitstaff appeared, bringing good wine and various dishes.
Old friends sat together, reminiscing about the old days, occasionally raising a toast, sotis egging each other on, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.
During this ti, Martin found a mont, and had a brief chat with Scott alone.
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