American fame and fortune

For more than a decade, long golden-brown hair has become Aniston's signature.

Hair isn't just about Aniston's image, it's about her brand.

Martin understands why: "Cutting off long hair breaks the contract?"

Aniston nodded slightly: "The clothing, cosmetics and mineral water I endorse all have restrictions. I can't cut off my long hair."

With endorsement contracts and high endorsement fees, it is normal to have relevant restrictions. Martin said: "My Coca-Cola endorsement contract has the exclusivity of alcohol and beverages."

Aniston returned to the topic just now: "There are many well-known actors in that crew, besides Blanchett, there are also Julian Moore, Richard Gere, the new Batman Bell, and Australian actor Heath Ledger."

Martin said so nicely: "They're not worth as much as you."

Time passed quickly, and after taking a breath, the two returned to the studio and continued shooting.

Today, Martin and Aniston had fewer scenes. As soon as the gloomy sky darkened, the two had already finished work ahead of schedule and were preparing to return to the hotel.

These days, Aniston and Martin eat, live and walk together, a complete crew couple.

With Bruce, the three entered the parking lot together, and the crew provided Martin with a Mercedes.

Martin walked towards the Mercedes-Benz first, and suddenly heard the roar of a motor not far away, like some kind of large-displacement American muscle car.

As he turned to look, a blue Mustang coupe rushed out of the parked vehicles.

Sensing the danger, Bruce shouted, "Be careful."

Martin moved very quickly, grabbed Aniston, and hid behind a heavy concrete pier nearby.

The car was clearly coming this way.

The speed of the wild horse is not fast, but I don't know if the driver is not good at driving, or because of other reasons, the car runs crookedly, like a drunk drunk.

Aniston was blocked by Martin, grabbed the hem of his coat firmly, looked at the broad back, and felt a sense of security.

But the roaring motor of the muscle car brought Aniston back to reality.

The blue coupe seemed to be out of control. Half of the front of the car rubbed against the waist-high concrete pier, making an ear-piercing rubbing sound, and the headlights shattered.

The distance was only four or five meters, and Aniston's heart rose to her throat.

If Martin hadn't pulled her out of the way ahead of time, the Mustang would have hit the two of them.

The driver of the car obviously turned the direction, and with a muffled bang, the wheel on the co-pilot's side hit the concrete pier.

The Mustang stopped.

Bruce walked around to the rear of the car, staring at the man in the driver's seat.

But Martin saw clearly who was in the car, gestured to Bruce, and approached slightly across the concrete pier.

Aniston followed closely behind Martin so as to feel safe.

The door of the driver's seat of the Mustang was opened, and as soon as the person got off one foot, there was a voice: "Fake! Damn concrete, why are you blocking my way!"

After the man got down, he kicked up the concrete pier: "Get out! Get out of here!" He pointed his middle finger at the concrete pier again: "Idiot, don't step on your horse to block me!"

Martin reminded: "Man, you almost hit us, you should apologize first?"

The man turned around and faced Martin and Aniston. Instead of apologizing, he swears: "Fake!"

Martin looked it over a little, and made sure that he had recognized the wrong person, Australian actor Heath Ledger.

The other party was staggering, with an excited expression, and his bulging eyes were bloodshot.

This state is familiar to anyone who has been in Hollywood for a while.

Before Martin could react, Heath Ledger stuffed the medicine bottle in his hand into the pocket of his woolen coat and said loudly, "Don't step on my horse!"

He seemed not sober: "Asshole, Bichi, get the hell out of here!"

A drug addict has a brain problem. Martin didn't want to talk to him at first, but he was no longer polite when he heard the swear words: "Be careful with your words, you'd better apologize to us!"

Perhaps in normal conditions, this is a humble and good man.

But after taking the medicine, what the hell will become, maybe even God doesn't know.

Heath Ledger squinted at Martin and Aniston, and at the same time walked past them, he raised his arm and was about to extend his middle finger.

As he walked, the outstretched arm fell right on Aniston's side, pointing faintly at her chest.

This is Martin's job, how can he allow the other party to be contaminated!

What's more, people like Martin want to make troubles even if they have nothing to do.

Now that the opportunity to make trouble is offered to him, he is not willing to let it go.

Before Heath Ledger's middle finger could be stretched out, Martin grabbed his forearm, twisted his backhand to his back, kicked Heath Ledger's leg again, and pressed him hard.

"It hurts—"

Heath Ledger screamed, his head pressed against the rough concrete pier.

Although there was no glass of Coca-Cola, Martin, the God of Coca-Cola, twisted Heath Ledger's arm with one hand, and pressed the back of his neck with his other elbow.

Strong man locks men!

Aniston was stunned, but after taking a few breaths, Martin subdued him?

Martin turned his head slightly, giving Aniston a wink.

Bruce had already carefully inspected the studio. The internal equipment was outdated, and it involved the privacy and confidentiality of the crew. There was no security surveillance camera at all.

"Bastard! Fake!" Heath Ledger struggled desperately, but he seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, unable to struggle at all, and shouted manically, "Damn it, let me go!"

But his voice was immediately covered by a shrill scream.

Martin and Aniston, a pair of dogs and men, have been studying 72 ways to explore the tunnel recently, and they have a tacit understanding.

Aniston understood Martin's intentions, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Indecent! Indecent! Help me! Martin, save me..."

The woman's scream was heard far away.

Bruce covered his face, these actors really know how to act!

Except for Martin, he wouldn't believe a word of Hollywood stars!

What is being persecuted, what is love to the depths, what is giving everything for the role, all will be discounted by 20%.

Bruce put away the phone with the camera and put it in his pocket.

Martin pressed Heath Ledger tightly, and shouted angrily, "Bastard, what did you do?"

The other party almost bumped into him and Aniston, and of course Martin casually said: "Are you trying to murder us? What kind of man are you to bully a woman!"

Heath Ledger's face and mouth were stuck to the rough cement, his drugged head was dazed, unable to figure out the specific situation.

A few people ran over to cover the corner of the parking lot, and the one in the front was the security personnel of the studio.

Bale, Blanchett and Julian Moore followed.

The three of them had already left the studio and were about to get off work and return to the hotel. When they heard Aniston's shout, they rushed over immediately.

Martin saw them, his head racing.

Aniston went to the "I'm Not There" crew to audition a long time ago, and knew that there was a big boss standing behind the crew, and he was still a big boss who didn't deal with Martin.

She will not let her little milk dog suffer, besides, the other party almost ran into her and scolded her bitch face to face.

Aniston decided to make a fuss, took out her cell phone, dialed 911, and said to Martin and Old Bu at the same time: "I want to call the police!"

Bruce tilted his head and glanced at the state of Heath Ledger. With his rich experience, he would not be mistaken, and immediately nodded to Martin.

Martin said, "Jane, he's plotting against us, call the police!"

People who take drugs, who knows what outrageous things will happen, Martin also wants to deal with it more safely.

He and Bruce are not afraid, but Aniston always has a single at the studio.

The people over there were getting closer and closer, Aniston stepped back and leaned against the passenger door of the Mercedes-Benz, with the panic on his face at his fingertips, he also pressed the dial button to call the police.

The first security guard who ran over recognized Martin and Aniston at a glance, and also recognized the person who was pressed against the hood of the car, and grabbed the rubber stick around his waist: "Mr. Davis, don't be impulsive! What happened! What?"

"This man misbehaved Ms. Aniston and me. He almost ran into us with his car and was subdued by me. I suspect that he is taking drugs or taking drugs." Martin explained the matter quickly and concisely, without needing to talk nonsense.

After Aniston called the police, he exchanged a look with Martin.

Bruce called to notify the crew, and David Heyman, the Warner Bros. studio representative, rushed over here immediately.

Bale, Blanchett and Julian Moore have figured it out.

Julian Moore, who knew Aniston well, came to her to comfort her.

Bell glanced at Martin and Ledger. He knew Martin, but he had no friendship with Ledger. He got along well with Ledger. He stepped forward and said, "Man, let him go first."

Blanchett is an Australian, a core member of the Hollywood Australia Gang. If he can help, he naturally wants to help Ledger. He echoed, "Is there any misunderstanding? Ledger has always been a gentleman and won't..."

"Misunderstanding?" Martin didn't want to let go of the person. He signaled the Mustang with his eyes: "If Jane and I hadn't run fast, he would have hit the concrete pier! Afterwards, he scolded Jane and wanted to attack Jane. I Seeing it with your own eyes, you say this is a misunderstanding?"

Aniston nodded with grief and indignation on his face.

Even so, Blanchett did not give up, persuading: "Here we are, Ledger can't do anything more."

Martin moved away slightly to allow Heath Ledger's face to be seen: "He's on drugs, do you think he's sober? Can he control himself?"

"Fake!" Heath Ledger suddenly felt severe pain in his hands and neck, and his emotions, already dominated by drugs, became even more out of control: "You two stinky shit, I will never let you go! I want kill you..."

Several security personnel hurriedly stood in front of the stars, and at the same time reminded: "Mr. Bell, Ms. Blanchett, please step back and stay away from him."

"He...he's here again!" Aniston threw herself into Julian Moore's arms, her voice trembling: "I called the police, and you have to testify for me!"

Julian Moore is an American and has nothing to do with the Australian Gang. He hugged Aniston comfortingly: "Jane, let's get out of here first and wait for the NYPD to come over."

The heads of the two film crews rushed over one after another.

In the distance, police lights flashed and sirens sounded, and the NYPD rushed to the studio as quickly as possible.