Chapter 32: Gossip and scandal are too conservative
In Santa Monica, in an apartment building facing the street, Hawk, wearing a wig and a beard, opened the curtains.
The house is located on the fourth floor, with two windows opening on the south and east sides, and there are street lamp poles over nine meters high under the windows.
At such a height, ordinary people cannot climb up, but Hawke can escape through the window at any time.
Hoke took out an envelope and placed the photos in a circle on the table, with Robert Downey Jr. in the center.
Surrounding Downey are Downey's current wife Deborah, Downey's manager and playmates.
Hoke took out a pen and drew a mark on the photos of Deborah and her two playmates.
Deborah will become an emotional trigger because of Edward's thoughts that night.
In other aspects, Hawke needs to have more information about Downey.
The people around Downey are the key.
For Hollywood stars, playmates are closer than wives. The two playmates that Hawke circled are the ones that appear most often around Downey in the photos he took and related online reports.
A fat man and a bald man.
Hoke couldn't find much information about the two of them on the Internet. He packed up his room, went downstairs and took the old subway to Inglewood, where he found a private detective agency.
The kind that specializes in tracking and filming couples cheating.
Having a brief conversation with an East Coast accent, Hawke took out photos of the fat man and the bald man, gave $1,000 in cash as an advance payment, and left a new mobile phone number for contact.
The playmates don't follow Downey 24 hours a day, and Hawk wants to know what the two are doing at other times.
Before noon, Hawke returned to his original self, returned home, and bought a copy of the National Enquirer.
Eddie Murphy’s news is today’s headline.
Hoke named it "The Prostitute".
Not long after, Edward came back.
As soon as he saw Hawke, he shouted excitedly: "Boss, listen to me first, listen to me! You are really right. It is also my opportunity to develop news informants."
< br>Hoke gave emotional approval and asked: "Have you met someone you like?"
Edward pulled over a chair and sat across from Hawke : "Over there on Highland Street, there is a divorced woman about 30 years old, raising two children alone. She is too tired!"
He was sympathetic: "I decided to help her well and not let her She is suffering."
Hoke said: "It is really tiring to take care of two children."
"Boss, when can I get the special press card you mentioned last time?" Edward obviously had an idea: "I have taken the first step to success. I asked for her contact information when I handed out the business card, but I was too quick to talk. , tell her I am a reporter..."
Hoke understood and said: "It will take a few days."
Edward was very urgent: "Can you call me to urge her? When I make an appointment with her, it will be much more reliable to have a press ID."
Hoke made the right decision: "It depends on your performance. "
Edward asked: "Is there anything you need me to do?"
Hawke said: "Clean the first floor."
Edward was very motivated and went to get the tools immediately.
There was a knock on the door at this time, and Hawke opened the door.
Frank, the old man in the RV, raised a few cans of beer and a paper bag in his hand: "I said I'd treat you to a drink, so you can't make a mistake."
Hoke opened the door: "Please come in. .”
When Edward heard the noise, he ran out and exclaimed: "We have free beer at noon!"
At Frank's level, he has no inhibitions and snorted disdainfully, and asked: "Do you want another beer for you?" Fried chicken?”
Edward, who came from the chaotic and impoverished Compton, said, “I’ll eat it if you treat me.”
Frank put down his beer, really. Fried chicken was taken out of the paper bag.
"I also have sausages, canned beef and sandwiches here." Hawke went to the refrigerator to get them.
Frank looked at Edward: "What about you, you just have a mouth?" Edward said angrily: "Hey, old man, don't think I don't know you. Aren't you the one who picks up cans on this street? I'll get some empty ones tomorrow. Jar, fill it with shit, throw it into all the trash cans on this street, and see how you pick it up in the future!"
Frank tit for tat! : "It's okay, I'll just go pick up cotton." He also shouted to Hawke: "Man, are there any watermelons? I want to eat watermelons."
Hoke brought the food over and said, "You two Shut up, everyone, and I will kick you all out. The old man will pick cotton, and Edward will pick up cans."
The two finally shut up and sat at the dining table.
Frank was unforgiving and still gave Edward a can of beer.
Edward ate the fried chicken without any hesitation.
Frank looked at the cameras and cameras one by one and asked curiously: "Tonight at the Oscars, aren't you going out to do press?"
"The Oscars ceremony only starts at five o'clock in the afternoon. Those celebrities and celebrities , each one is more honest than the other, and they are all carefully preparing for the award ceremony." Hawke picked up the beer can and drank. He took a sip and said: "What the audience wants to see will be presented to them by the mainstream media. We cannot steal normal news from those guys who are backed by the big media."
He pointed to the window: "When it gets dark, After the award ceremony is over and they get drunk, it’s time for freelance reporters.”
Frank nodded: "Yes, those guys who have gained fame and wealth are so inflated that they think they are God after drinking too much."
Hoke asked: "You know a lot?"
Frank drank the remaining beer in the can in one gulp, opened another can, and seemed to be recalling: "In the eyes of the public and the media, Stars, directors and producers who are gentle in front of others are all assholes in private. They are all reduced versions of Washington politicians. Under the glamorous coat, they are dirty. "
Hoke's previous life can only be seen online. I know this circle of gossip, but now that I don’t have much contact with it, I find that the gossip and scandals on the Internet are too conservative.
What actually happened far exceeded the boldest gossip on the Internet.
Eric Eason is right when he says that if you want to hug your thigh, you have to kneel down and move your mouth.
Lucky man, the thigh is a woman.
The unlucky guy may be even more exaggerated than George. He is not only a man, but may also be a black man and a pervert.
Edward threw away the fried chicken bones and sneered: "How can a beggar who picks up cans know this?"
Frank said vaguely: "Because I was one of them. Lived a lot of excessive things.”
"Bah!" Edward raised his voice: "I also said that my ancestors never planted cotton!"
Hoke asked curiously: "You now?"
"It was too inflated before. I feel like I can do anything.” Frank didn’t go into details, but was vague: “I messed up a few projects, and I don’t want my ex-wives to use my money to support other men. ..."
Edward knows this very well: "Those men live in the house you provided for your ex-wife, spend your alimony, and even bully your children if they have nothing to do."
The more he talked, the more heartbroken he became: "When I got excited, I took out the wedding photos of you and your ex-wife and hung them on the bedside to do errands. It was so exciting!"
These words were really heartbreaking, and Frank glared angrily, but couldn't say a word to refute.
Because this is infinitely close to the truth.
Hoke was worried that Frank would fall here to see God, so he kicked Edward with his feet and pushed the beer in front of the old man: "Drink, drink."
Edward restrained himself a little: "You You're not bragging? It can't be true."
Frank couldn't drink, so he stood up and said, "I'll go back and have a rest. I'll drink another day."
Hawk goes to see someone off.
Edward murmured in his heart: "Is this bastard really brilliant? Or his ex-wives...? No, I want to make friends with him and get information about his ex-wives."
Night Come on, the Oscars ceremony begins.
Hoke drove into the car and pulled Edward into the Hollywood area.
But he did not go near the Kodak Theater, where media reporters gathered together. If he found a place to urinate, several reporters would urinate.
After wandering around for a while, Hawke only took some photos of negligible value.
At nearly 10 o'clock in the evening, the business cards distributed finally came into play.
On the south side of Highland Street, near Santa Monica Boulevard, someone called.
(End of this chapter)