Eric had just taken a shower and was lying in bed at the hotel where the film crew was staying, chatting with Anniston in Los Angeles, when a knock on the door sounded.
Eric replied hurriedly to Aniston on the other side, "Baby, someone is knocking at the door, so I have to hang up... How could it be, I guess it's someone from the crew who's looking for me to talk about something... Little silly, don't think I don't know, you let Nicole help monitor me, right?... Haha, now she's living next to me, this crappy motel, talking a bit louder and the next door can hear, how can I... Alright, alright, kisses, bye."
Eric put down the microphone, got out of bed, and put on his slippers. He opened the door, and there was Carey, wearing a khaki windbreaker. Her delicate face was carefully made up and looked even more glamorous than when she was playing Sam's wife, Marge, on the set. There was one button missing on her high-collared windbreaker, leaving a hint of white that made one want to pull it open to see what was inside. Her slender legs were revealed beneath the hem of her windbreaker, wearing black stockings, and the black leather ankle boots gave her a youthful energy.
The woman still had a blue folder in her hand, and seeing Eric's brief expression of amazement, Carey Lowell's eyes flashed with a hint of pride: "Mr. Williams, may I come in?"
"Oh, of course," Eric finally reacted, smiling as he let Carey Lowell into the room and shut the door behind her.
"The selection is limited here, it's just milk and orange juice. Miss Lowry, which one would you like?" Eric walked towards the cabinet with the old-style television and opened a small cubby, asking casually.
Carey Lowell sat down in the chair beside the round table. She put the blue folder on the table and heard Eric's inquiry. She slightly moved her expression and said, "If it's possible, give me a glass of milk."
Eric didn't think much and poured a glass of milk for the girl, delivering it in front of her, while he sat down on the other side of the small round table.
Carey, lowing her voice in thanks, picked up the glass of milk seemingly without effort and brought it to her lips. Her blue eyes stared intently at Eric, with a hint of charm. After taking a small sip, the girl then stuck out her rosy tongue to lick off the creamy residue from her lips, a subtle yet suggestive movement that was extremely alluring.
In the quiet little room this night, watching the lady's teasingly suggestive actions, Erick couldn't help but touch his nose and ask, "Miss Lovey, shouldn't you be back in the city? There is no part for you here anymore."
The girl looked at Eric with a hint of bitterness and said, "Do you want me to leave? It's so late now; I can't even find a hotel in the city, and I'm a woman, so I don't dare to run around in the middle of the night."
Carey Lowell is obviously talking nonsense. Eric saw with his own eyes that the other person had an assistant following along. But he didn't point it out, upon seeing Carey Lowell for the first time, Eric could almost imagine what the woman had come for.
"Okay. What do you have in mind?" Eric asked directly.
Kelley Lowell opened the blue folder in front of her and said, "Actually, Mr. Williams, I wanted to talk to you about my role."
Eric took the several pages of A4 paper bound together that the girl handed over, glanced at it, and understood that it was an understanding and ideas about the role of Maggie, and many actors would do similar work after taking on the role. Eric simply didn't expect the other person to do so little role analysis work for such a minor role.
After roughly going through it once, Eric found that the understanding of Maddie in these analyses was even more profound than his own. There were some details that he himself hadn't thought of. He looked up in surprise and asked, "Miss Lowell, did you do these yourself?"
Carey Lowell moved her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke honestly: "It was discussed by my agent and... me. Eric, what do you think?"
"Your agent is not bad," Eric said with a smile, seeing the girl's embarrassed expression with a slight twinkle in her eyes. Eric did not continue to entangle this question, then he continued: "The analysis of the role of Maggie above is very accurate, to be honest; some details even I did not think of. And Maggie is indeed the fuse of the whole story; without this character, there would be no basis for the development of the whole story."
"So," Carey Lowell heard Eric's approval and leaned forward in surprise, "Mr. Williams, don't you think that the role of Molly has too little of a part? Since the role is so important, it would make sense to add a few more scenes, right?"
Carey Lowell, you must understand that the focus of this story is on Sam and Annie. I hope that when the movie is released, the audience will have a strong resonance for the wonderful fate of the male and female protagonists; only then will this movie be successful.
Carey Lowell heard Eric's words, not discouraged in the slightest, her cat's-eye stone blue eyes gleaming as she stared at Eric, her body leaning forward again, and she said softly, "Mr. Williams, I don't mean to steal the limelight from the female lead. Besides, with your talent, this won't happen, right? I just want to give Maggie more scenes."
Eric's lips curled up into a faint smile, his legs spread apart under the table, and he grabbed the restless leg that was poking out, not letting it fidget anymore. Even through the fabric, Eric could still feel the smoothness of the leg he was holding.
Carey Lowell's body stiffened momentarily at the feel of Eric's movements, but her expression soon softened into a coyness. She thought that by doing this, Eric was tacitly agreeing to her request.
"Mr. Williams, so you agree?"
Eric gazed at the girl's mesmerizing red lips as they moved while she spoke, and he chuckled as he asked in response, "Agree to what?"
Carey lowered her gaze, yet didn't show any signs of impatience: "Add a few more scenes for the character of Maggie. Actually, we don't need to add too many shots, as long as it can help the audience to remember... to remember the character of Maggie. You can do it, right?"
"Of course, it's easy, just like Polly in Dark War." Eric nodded, but before the lady showed a surprised look, Eric shook his head again firmly and said: "But I can't do that. If Sam and Molly's feelings are made too perfect, it will not only distract the audience's attention, but even make the audience inclined to the idea that Sam will stay single forever, and even have a negative reaction to the fate between Sam and Annie, which would be a disaster for the movie."
Carey Lowell was looking at Eric and heard him finish, still not indicating any intention of loosening. She felt disappointed, wanting to reclaim her leg that was being held captive by Eric. But after trying to pull a few times, she felt her leg being firmly held by him. Biting her red lips, the girl blushed and said to Eric timidly, "Mr. Williams, since... since it's like this, can you let go of me?"
"Why should I let go, I think it's quite comfortable," Eric asked with a chuckle.
When Carey Lowell saw Eric's aggressive gaze, her face flushed even more.The girl lowered her head, pushing on the edge of the round table with her tiny hands, but she still failed. She was too scared to make too much noise and call in other people, nor did she dare be angry at Eric, so she weakly pleaded in a pleading tone, "Mr. Williams, don't... don't do this; I should go back now."
Eric lowered his voice and coaxed, "What are you going back for so late? And I remind you, there are mice in this small hotel, these little things are quite bold, they dare to climb onto people's beds in the middle of the night."
Carey lowered her neck, but still immediately said, "I'm not afraid of mice, Mr. Williams."
"They're afraid of me, it's so sad," Eric made a disappointed expression.
"No, no," the girl shook her head quickly, then thought of something and said, "Right, I... I have a partner, so, Mr. Williams, we can't do this."
Eric put his hand on his chest: "Wow, that's really too bad. Another beautiful lady is taken, I'm sure all the men who know you will be heartbroken. Can I know who the lucky guy is?"
Carey Lowell said, "His name is Griffin Dunne; he's an actor too, and he... he proposed to me."
Eric recalled and found images of Griffin Dunne in his memory of the movie—a man who looked similar to Robin Williams but much shorter than him. He had acted in supporting roles in many films and directed a few, but was never very famous.
After a brief pause, Eric asked, "Did you agree?"
Carey Lowell shook her head: "I'm still thinking, but he... is well connected in Hollywood."
Eric understood that the lady referred to him marrying Griffin Dunne, which could bring more opportunities for his career.
Looking at the tall and beautiful woman in front of him, Eric suddenly had the urge to rescue her from the lecherous guy, who was only one meter and six tall. He blurted out, "He can't help you."
Carey Lowell said, a bit flustered, "Mr. Williams, I don't understand what you are saying."
"You know," Eric smiled meaningfully, "I can tell you that he can't help you."
The girl couldn't take it anymore and had to look up and ask, "What makes you say that?"
Eric muttered to himself, "Why? In my memory, besides a cameo in the 16th Bond movie, there wasn't much that Carey Lowell had to show for."
Eric had just taken a shower and was lying in bed at the hotel where the film crew was staying, chatting with Anniston in Los Angeles, when a knock on the door sounded.
Eric replied hurriedly to Aniston on the other side, "Baby, someone is knocking at the door, so I have to hang up... How could it be, I guess it's someone from the crew who's looking for me to talk about something... Little silly, don't think I don't know, you let Nicole help monitor me, right?... Haha, now she's living next to me, this crappy motel, talking a bit louder and the next door can hear, how can I... Alright, alright, kisses, bye."
Eric put down the microphone, got out of bed, and put on his slippers. He opened the door, and there was Carey, wearing a khaki windbreaker. Her delicate face was carefully made up and looked even more glamorous than when she was playing Sam's wife, Marge, on the set. There was one button missing on her high-collared windbreaker, leaving a hint of white that made one want to pull it open to see what was inside. Her slender legs were revealed beneath the hem of her windbreaker, wearing black stockings, and the black leather ankle boots gave her a youthful energy.
The woman still had a blue folder in her hand, and seeing Eric's brief expression of amazement, Carey Lowell's eyes flashed with a hint of pride: "Mr. Williams, may I come in?"
"Oh, of course," Eric finally reacted, smiling as he let Carey Lowell into the room and shut the door behind her.
"The selection is limited here, it's just milk and orange juice. Miss Lowry, which one would you like?" Eric walked towards the cabinet with the old-style television and opened a small cubby, asking casually.
Carey Lowell sat down in the chair beside the round table. She put the blue folder on the table and heard Eric's inquiry. She slightly moved her expression and said, "If it's possible, give me a glass of milk."
Eric didn't think much and poured a glass of milk for the girl, delivering it in front of her, while he sat down on the other side of the small round table.
Carey, lowing her voice in thanks, picked up the glass of milk seemingly without effort and brought it to her lips. Her blue eyes stared intently at Eric, with a hint of charm. After taking a small sip, the girl then stuck out her rosy tongue to lick off the creamy residue from her lips, a subtle yet suggestive movement that was extremely alluring.
In the quiet little room this night, watching the lady's teasingly suggestive actions, Erick couldn't help but touch his nose and ask, "Miss Lovey, shouldn't you be back in the city? There is no part for you here anymore."
The girl looked at Eric with a hint of bitterness and said, "Do you want me to leave? It's so late now; I can't even find a hotel in the city, and I'm a woman, so I don't dare to run around in the middle of the night."
Carey Lowell is obviously talking nonsense. Eric saw with his own eyes that the other person had an assistant following along. But he didn't point it out, upon seeing Carey Lowell for the first time, Eric could almost imagine what the woman had come for.
"Okay. What do you have in mind?" Eric asked directly.
Kelley Lowell opened the blue folder in front of her and said, "Actually, Mr. Williams, I wanted to talk to you about my role."
Eric took the several pages of A4 paper bound together that the girl handed over, glanced at it, and understood that it was an understanding and ideas about the role of Maggie, and many actors would do similar work after taking on the role. Eric simply didn't expect the other person to do so little role analysis work for such a minor role.
After roughly going through it once, Eric found that the understanding of Maddie in these analyses was even more profound than his own. There were some details that he himself hadn't thought of. He looked up in surprise and asked, "Miss Lowell, did you do these yourself?"
Carey Lowell moved her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke honestly: "It was discussed by my agent and... me. Eric, what do you think?"
"Your agent is not bad," Eric said with a smile, seeing the girl's embarrassed expression with a slight twinkle in her eyes. Eric did not continue to entangle this question, then he continued: "The analysis of the role of Maggie above is very accurate, to be honest; some details even I did not think of. And Maggie is indeed the fuse of the whole story; without this character, there would be no basis for the development of the whole story."
"So," Carey Lowell heard Eric's approval and leaned forward in surprise, "Mr. Williams, don't you think that the role of Molly has too little of a part? Since the role is so important, it would make sense to add a few more scenes, right?"
Carey Lowell, you must understand that the focus of this story is on Sam and Annie. I hope that when the movie is released, the audience will have a strong resonance for the wonderful fate of the male and female protagonists; only then will this movie be successful.
Carey Lowell heard Eric's words, not discouraged in the slightest, her cat's-eye stone blue eyes gleaming as she stared at Eric, her body leaning forward again, and she said softly, "Mr. Williams, I don't mean to steal the limelight from the female lead. Besides, with your talent, this won't happen, right? I just want to give Maggie more scenes."
Eric's lips curled up into a faint smile, his legs spread apart under the table, and he grabbed the restless leg that was poking out, not letting it fidget anymore. Even through the fabric, Eric could still feel the smoothness of the leg he was holding.
Carey Lowell's body stiffened momentarily at the feel of Eric's movements, but her expression soon softened into a coyness. She thought that by doing this, Eric was tacitly agreeing to her request.
"Mr. Williams, so you agree?"
Eric gazed at the girl's mesmerizing red lips as they moved while she spoke, and he chuckled as he asked in response, "Agree to what?"
Carey lowered her gaze, yet didn't show any signs of impatience: "Add a few more scenes for the character of Maggie. Actually, we don't need to add too many shots, as long as it can help the audience to remember... to remember the character of Maggie. You can do it, right?"
"Of course, it's easy, just like Polly in Dark War." Eric nodded, but before the lady showed a surprised look, Eric shook his head again firmly and said: "But I can't do that. If Sam and Molly's feelings are made too perfect, it will not only distract the audience's attention, but even make the audience inclined to the idea that Sam will stay single forever, and even have a negative reaction to the fate between Sam and Annie, which would be a disaster for the movie."
Carey Lowell was looking at Eric and heard him finish, still not indicating any intention of loosening. She felt disappointed, wanting to reclaim her leg that was being held captive by Eric. But after trying to pull a few times, she felt her leg being firmly held by him. Biting her red lips, the girl blushed and said to Eric timidly, "Mr. Williams, since... since it's like this, can you let go of me?"
"Why should I let go, I think it's quite comfortable," Eric asked with a chuckle.
When Carey Lowell saw Eric's aggressive gaze, her face flushed even more.The girl lowered her head, pushing on the edge of the round table with her tiny hands, but she still failed. She was too scared to make too much noise and call in other people, nor did she dare be angry at Eric, so she weakly pleaded in a pleading tone, "Mr. Williams, don't... don't do this; I should go back now."
Eric lowered his voice and coaxed, "What are you going back for so late? And I remind you, there are mice in this small hotel, these little things are quite bold, they dare to climb onto people's beds in the middle of the night."
Carey lowered her neck, but still immediately said, "I'm not afraid of mice, Mr. Williams."
"They're afraid of me, it's so sad," Eric made a disappointed expression.
"No, no," the girl shook her head quickly, then thought of something and said, "Right, I... I have a partner, so, Mr. Williams, we can't do this."
Eric put his hand on his chest: "Wow, that's really too bad. Another beautiful lady is taken, I'm sure all the men who know you will be heartbroken. Can I know who the lucky guy is?"
Carey Lowell said, "His name is Griffin Dunne; he's an actor too, and he... he proposed to me."
Eric recalled and found images of Griffin Dunne in his memory of the movie—a man who looked similar to Robin Williams but much shorter than him. He had acted in supporting roles in many films and directed a few, but was never very famous.
After a brief pause, Eric asked, "Did you agree?"
Carey Lowell shook her head: "I'm still thinking, but he... is well connected in Hollywood."
Eric understood that the lady referred to him marrying Griffin Dunne, which could bring more opportunities for his career.
Looking at the tall and beautiful woman in front of him, Eric suddenly had the urge to rescue her from the lecherous guy, who was only one meter and six tall. He blurted out, "He can't help you."
Carey Lowell said, a bit flustered, "Mr. Williams, I don't understand what you are saying."
"You know," Eric smiled meaningfully, "I can tell you that he can't help you."
The girl couldn't take it anymore and had to look up and ask, "What makes you say that?"
Eric muttered to himself, "Why? In my memory, besides a cameo in the 16th Bond movie, there wasn't much that Carey Lowell had to show for."
