Chapter 14： Doors and windows

For the filming, the crew rented two rows of independent apartments on the front and back streets, which can be used as both a shooting location and the crew’s residence. It has to be said that Miramax is not in a good financial situation. Let them stingy to a certain level.

"Harvey gave an investment of 20 million U.S. dollars, and the funds have not yet been fully funded. Excluding the remuneration of the crew, the money that can be used for filming is very small. I can’t wait to break a cent in half now. Come to spend!"

In the dining room where the main creators of the crew live in the apartment, a dinner is going on. Because investment is not a secret thing, David Finch sat at the table and complained about the shortage of funds.

"The twenty million dollars is indeed a bit short."

Ryan echoed, he vaguely remembered whether the investment in this movie in the previous life was 60 million or 70 million. Of course, the dollar ten years later is not comparable to the current one.

"Even so, Harvey told me it's best to save the cost of promotion, God! He might as well just sell me."

It seems that David Fincher really has a headache for funding. Others can't help with this kind of thing, and can only make a good laugh.

"Nicole's bacon omelette isn't ready yet? I'll go to the kitchen to see." The boy remembered that Al had also entered the kitchen just now. Although this guy is funny and easygoing, he is a veteran playboy.

Sure enough, as soon as Ryan walked to the door of the kitchen, he heard Al’s voice, "Nicole, your cooking skills are really good. This bacon omelet has a special flavor."

"Really? Originally, I didn't cook very much. In the past few years, I have to take care of Ryan, so I gradually exercised." Nicole's laughter also came over.

"Your relationship is really good, haven't you thought about finding a father for Ryan?"

"Stop kidding, Al, Ryan is just my brother."

Ryan simply walked in, first looked at Nicole who was making bacon omelette, then looked at Al standing next to him, and said unceremoniously, "Hey Al, don’t think about Nicole’s idea. ! Otherwise I will show you good looks."

"Hey, Ryan, you are a big little guy." Al's eyes widened funny, and he looked like the blind colonel among women who smelled fragrance.

"I'm telling the truth, Al, I know Chinese Kung Fu!" Then, the boy put on a nondescript Tai Chi starting style.

Al Pacino chuckled, patted the boy's head lightly, and walked out of the kitchen first.

"Okay, Ryan, stop making trouble, and bring me a plate out." Nicole took off her apron and handed the boy a white porcelain disc filled with bacon omelettes.

Although the dinner was not full, it was better than the crowds, especially in the middle of the meal, when Harvey Weinstein, the producer, drove over from New York, the fat guy's current career barely got on track. It was not as expanded as it was later, and coupled with the exquisite nature, the atmosphere in the living room became more heated for a while.

"It's too troublesome to deal with people from the Children's Association. They not only have to stipulate Ryan's daily working hours, but also ask the tutor about the situation and study progress, and send someone to check in a few days. I'm really crazy." Ha Wei Weinstein sat at the dining table, complaining to Nicole and Ryan.

"That's none of my business." Ryan shrugged.

"It's none of your business? Ryan, you can't say that. You didn't let us arrange a tutor at the beginning, and you told the **** children's association to go to hell."

"Did I say that? I don't remember." Seeing Nicole's face turned dark, the boy denied it without even thinking about it.

"Uh..." Harvey Weinstein froze for a moment, and then said, "Well, when the children's association comes, I will throw the movie script to them, let them see, children who can write such a script Do you still need a **** tutor?"

"Don't worry, Harvey, I'll find an extra to pretend to be a tutor by then." Ryan was just making bad ideas, "It's only a trivial matter to deal with them at my level."

"Wait!" Al Pacino interrupted the conversation with a sudden wave of his hand, "The script? The script of this movie? Ryan Jenkins...No way!"

Al looked at the boy in surprise, his eyes staring like brass bells, as if he saw a Martian, "Harvey, you mean the Ryan Jenkins behind the screenwriter, and the one sitting opposite me." The little guy is the same person?"

"Yes." Harvey Weinstein nodded and asked strangely, "Don't you know? Has anyone told you?"

"Oh, God!" Al Pacino covered his forehead, "I always thought it was two people with the same name and surname, hell! Ryan, why did you never say that you wrote the script?"

"Hey, Al, you never asked!" The boy said with a wronged expression, "Do you want me to run to you and **** my tail and say, Mr. Al Pacino, the screenplay of "The Sixth Sense" I created it, please praise me quickly, please praise me."

The boy's words matched his movements and expressions, and they looked so funny that everyone couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

After laughing, Al still looked unbelievable. First he looked at David Fincher, then Harvey Weinstein, and then Nicole Kidman. The three of them nodded and confirmed. This is a fact.

"Surprised, isn't it, Al?" Harvey Weinstein seemed to feel the same way. "When David and I heard the news, they were not much better than you, and..."

He looked at Nicole, Ryan, and Jinsli who were sitting together, "You are too uninteresting. You have kept such important news from me?"

"Important news?" The three looked at each other, and obviously they didn't understand what Mr. Fatty was talking about.

Harvey Weinstein simply stopped being verbose. He quickly took out a weekend supplement of The New York Times from his briefcase and turned directly to the page of the bestseller list, "The latest issue of the bestseller list, The fifth place is "Jurassic Park", the thirty-first place is "Ryan Tales", and there is a book "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" that did not make the list."

"If it weren’t for the New York Times that I bought last weekend, if it weren’t for the writing style of these books that were so similar to the Sixth Sense script, if it weren’t for the authors of these books, the name behind them was Ryan Jenkins. …"

"Come on, Harvey, I admit that those three books are all my works." The boy spread his hands. This is not a shameful thing, there is nothing bad to admit.

"Oh, God!" Even though he had thought of this answer a long time ago, with Harvey Weinstein's concentration in business for many years, he couldn't help but let out a low exclamation.

Al Pacino and David Fincher on the other side are also not much better, especially David Fincher, who is holding a fork and delivering a piece of bacon omelette to his mouth, but at this time it is like being caught by someone. When I pressed the pause switch, I sat there in a daze, motionless.

And Al simply snatched the supplement from Harvey Weinstein's hands, as if he would only believe it if he confirmed it with his own eyes.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the other people in the restaurant calmed down, but all their eyes looking at Ryan changed. If he could write a script like "Sixth Sense", he could use his inspiration to burst out and combine his own experience. To explain, what about these works?

"Jurassic Park" was published in 1986. How old was he then? He was just over six years old and less than seven years old. Other children at his age were still playing house, playing with Transformers and Barbie dolls, but he started to write books.

If it was someone else, they would still wonder if it was a representative, but he was still an orphan in the orphanage at the time. He had no money and no power. Someone would have his brain flooded to give him a ghostwriter?

What's more, since the startup these days, the boy's performance has fallen in their eyes. This is a precocious, intelligent and whimsical child, and they often feel that they are talking to an adult, as well as what he has shown in the filming. What does the outstanding acting skills show?

Could it be that when God closed a window for him, he also opened a door for him, and this door is still the Arc de Triomphe!

By this time, except for Ryan, everyone else had no desire to eat, and they were discussing what they left the restaurant.

Even if such an episode happened, the filming still continued. At the request of Ryan and Harvey Weinstein, the others did not pass the incident outside tacitly.

But after Ryan cooperated with the crew to deal with the people of the Children's Association, UU read www. Uukanshu.com always felt that Mr. Fatty was planning something, especially looking into his own eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat.

As I said before, there are always ups and downs in the actor's state. Al is the strongest in self-regulation, followed by Ryan, and Nicole is ranked last among the three main actors.

"Ryan, you are a natural actor." It sounds like Nicole is complimenting him, but the following sentence reveals her true intentions, "There is also no trace of cheating people!"

Obviously, Nicole recalled some of her past experiences, and now that this little guy was fooling her when she wanted to come here, but fortunately, it was all trivial matters, which was harmless.

"Really? Nicole." Al Pacino didn't know where he came out from, owed himself very gracefully, and said in a meaningful way, "Do you need me to help you discipline this escaped boy? Guy?"

"Oh, **** it." Al suddenly felt chill in the costume he just put on, so he quickly took a bit in his abdomen, and a thin green object appeared in his hand, "What is this?"

When Al leaned, Ryan had already jumped far away, curled his hands into horns, and shouted, "Hey, Al, stay away from Nicole, otherwise it won't be the cactus leaves with the thorns cut off next time. "

The people in the crew fell instantly and burst into laughter. After so many days, they had already noticed that Ryan and Al had a very good relationship. The two often made some innocuous jokes, and Al was teased. Obviously the number of times is far greater than the number of times he teases people.