A good night's sleep and a whole night of insomnia.

Unlike Theorod, who slept comfortably until dawn, Natel couldn't sleep at all night. Theorod rarely showed obvious interest in a particular person before, and generally interested in the other party's acting skills and strength.

But now, he has unequivocally told him that he has developed a strong interest in a woman? Hell, at their age, he hadn't made his feelings so clear to that Caterina.

The more Natel thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and for some reason he suddenly had the feeling that when Theolod politely rejected him, he actually thought too much, maybe he didn't like men, maybe he just didn't want to embarrass him, maybe he just respected him as a friend...... It's possible, after all, after this kid borrowed that thing, he became extraordinarily well-dressed, no, extraordinarily gentle and understanding.

Or...... He's a double?

The cranky Nattel turned around on the bed again and lay flat on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling with a frown, like staring at someone's smiling face. He held this position for about ten minutes, and his brow, which had been furrowed for almost a night, gradually loosened, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression looked a little ill-intentioned...... Ahem, it should be eyeing the tiger.

He grabbed the alarm clock at the head of the bed, and his eyes, which were already familiar with darkness, swept slightly, and it was about four o'clock in the morning.

Then it should be one o'clock in the afternoon on Theorod's side.

Natel immediately made a call.

The person who answered the phone was not his Theo, but the stupid Bennett, who obviously knew who the caller was, and there was a hint of nervousness in his voice that was deliberately low and did not dare to speak loudly: 'Bo...... Mr. Pope, ...... afternoon No, early... Good morning? Why did you call? Now this point Los Angeles should ......'

"When am I going to call and report back to you?"

'No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean that, I'm just worried about the quality of your sleep, ha... Ha ha. Bennett said, trying to change the subject, 'You call West... Is Mr. Lecht in any hurry? He's just finished a scene now, he's staying with his partners, and the director is there, I'm afraid he can't ......

"Gavin Bennett, I don't seem to have asked you to settle your account for exposing me to Theo."

‘……’

The other party was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while, and Natel also sensed the nervousness of the guy on the other end, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said in a sighing tone: "But I myself was careless in front of him, this keen guy ......"

After Nattle sighed, he never spoke again, and Bennett did not dare to hang up the phone, so he had to ask cautiously: '...... Uh, Mr. Pope? ’

"It's okay, I'll wait, you see when Theo has a little free time, you can hand him the phone, but now you don't stay too far away from the phone, maybe I suddenly think of something and will tell you." Nattel's tone was incredibly good, with a little slow and logical tone, and that gentle and patient tone made Bennett feel a sigh in his heart, and he almost threw out his phone in fright, he could only nod his head in agreement, and then stared intently at Theolod who was talking to Kate not far away.

Nattle stepped out of bed, having already moved out of his mother's and sister's apartment to live alone, the empty room looking a little deserted in the dark. But he didn't turn on the light, just silently walked to the kitchen, turned on the coffee machine, and made himself a pot of black coffee.

"What is Theo doing now?" He asked Bennett on the other end.

Bennett, apparently keeping Natelle's request in mind, kept the phone to his ear, and when he heard his boss suddenly ask, he immediately replied: 'I'm talking to Miss Cate Blanchett, it should, it should be a scripted thing, after all, they have just dated...... I mean in the script. ’

"Hmm." Natel made a nasal voice that sounded a little careless, but in reality he was thinking something that only he knew.

And Bennett on the other end didn't let Natel wait too long, probably to make up for it, he saw that if he didn't hand the phone to Theolod at this moment, I was afraid that the next scene would begin, so he immediately stepped forward, interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and took the phone to Theorod.

So, Nattell, who had just poured himself a cup of coffee, heard Theorod's gorgeous voice with a smile and teasing on his phone: 'Oh, isn't this my dear chief assistant Natter?' Is there anything urgent? But I don't think you should take anything urgent, old man. ’

His voice would have made anyone who heard it happy, but Nattel's mood at the moment was definitely not happy. From the tone of the other party's voice, he knew that he was in a very good mood at the moment, probably because his previous topic made him very happy, and his gorgeous magnetic voice must have charmed a large number of people, but Natl didn't think that this kind of voice and tone was ......

Okay, good is good, but that's not his Theo.

"It's not a particularly urgent matter, are you busy right now?" Nuttel turned the coffee stirrer and asked casually, "Are you figuring out the character or just imitating it now?" ”

'What? Oh no, no, no, it's not a parody, Natty, come on, don't you think [be] is a lot more fun than [belike]? I was thinking I should try to be a suave playboy, after all, May likes me like this......

Before Theolod could finish speaking, a woman's laughter came from the other end, and the other party laughed and scolded a few words in passing: 'Shut up and look in the mirror, buddy.' ’

'Let me remember, I exclaimed, "OhGod! WhotheHELLareyou？！ Who is the beautiful lady of the house? ’

The coffee stirrator that had been turning in Natelle's hand stopped.

‘…… Anyway, I'm not busy right now...... What the? Okay, give me two minutes...... So, Nat, what's the matter with you? It was only now, says Theorod, that Natel thinks his voice is finally a little like his own.

"No, you're about to start the next act, right? Actually, I'm not in a hurry, you can get busy first. Natel said calmly, the other party was probably in a hurry to shoot, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and after hurriedly saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.

Natel listened to the busy sound of "doodoo" for a while, then put down his phone, took out the stir bar, and took a slow sip of black coffee. Without the harmony of sugar and milk, the original bitter taste spreads in the mouth, extends to the base of the tongue, down the throat, and gradually fills the entire stomach.

When Bennett handed him the phone, Theolod thought Natl was in a hurry, so he immediately stopped discussing the next few scenes with Kate. But he didn't expect that before he could talk a few words, Natl wanted to end the call without saying anything.

If there really was nothing going on, would he choose to call him at four in the morning? At four o'clock in the morning, Theorod didn't think Natl had a good night's sleep last night.

Theolod had doubts and worries in his heart, but the assistant director had already begun to clear the scene, and he didn't have time to continue to ask questions, so he could only hang up the phone, thinking that he would call him again after the day's filming was over.

It can only be said that Natel chose the wrong time to call, after all, during the filming process, it was not so easy for Theorod to get out once he entered the play, which also led to why Theorod was still in such a playboy state just now.

He believes that Ripley's complicated feelings for Dickey make his every move after killing Dickey by mistake and taking his place even more distinctive. He can't be with Dicki in this life, but he thinks of a way to keep Dicki by his side forever, and that is to live as Dicki in the days to come.

So naturally, compared to Ripley, who was a little restrained when he disguised himself as Dickey in the second half of the script, Ripley's Ripley of Theolod was more prodigal and dazzling, and this tension even affected him when he was resting in the middle of filming.

He's Theorod, he's Ripley, he's Dickey. The alternation of the three personalities made it difficult for him to deal with the way he should appear in front of the others for a while, so he could only try his best to make others think that the playboy Theorod was just a joke of Theorod during the break.

After Action, there is no need for Theolod, only Ripley, and Ripley's Dickey.

Theorod and Kate stood in the designated position, and the moment Anthony gave the order, Theorod raised the corners of his mouth shallowly.

Ripley stood on a low stool, his chin slightly raised, and let the tailor gesture over him. For most of his life, Ripley had never walked into a haute couture suit shop to be made to order by an Italian tailor, so he was more or less curious and nervous about it.

He also knew that Dicki was different, Dicki had grown up wearing custom clothes, and as a person born with a golden key, how could he be curious about such a thing? Therefore, Lepp used his "inadvertent" arrogance to hide his curiosity and awkwardness, and used just the right amount of impatience to show the enthusiasm of this uninhibited "playboy" by nature.

"Well, if you really want to know, I can report it to you." Rip muttered in a "Dickey-esque" voice, his voice was not loud, he still spoke Italian, it sounded vague like a child being coquettish, and Melty couldn't help but laugh when she heard it.

"A handmade suit has to fit snugly to be perfect, Dickie." She laughed.

"Yes, May, I know." Ripley said, ignoring the tailor's objections, and took a comfortable position, "But, my dear lady, can you imagine those fellows who could stand for a day and have the tailor weigh in and out for the sake of a custom suit?" I couldn't anyway, and every time I changed a tailor, they wanted to measure how long my hair was. ”

"Okay, that's what you said you wanted to make a few new clothes, your choice."

"And now I want to switch options." Ripley looked at Melty with the same smile on his face as Dickey, and he jumped straight down from the stool and made a gesture to Melty inviting him to dance, "Dear Miss Lando, would you like to take a carriage ride around Rome with Mr. Greenleaf?" ”

Melty was slightly stunned, then smiled and put her hand on Ripley's palm: "It's my pleasure, my sir, but I don't want to see you go out in this chalk-drawn garment." And, what do you think of the fabric of this color? ”

Ripley didn't even look at the fabric, he just looked at Melty with his ocean-like eyes, his smile was a hint of frivolity, but his voice was extraordinarily gentle: "What you like is the best-looking." ”

Melti, or Kate, was stunned for a moment, after all, the charm of Theorod is too hard to resist. But she soon found herself, and Melty threw the fabric into the hands of the helpless tailor and waited for him to leave, and when Ripley went into the room to change her clothes, she hesitated and embarrassed to show her intentions.

She wanted to ask Dickey to the opera, but she also knew that Dickey hated opera the most, and he only liked jazz.

Melti stole a glance at Ripley's naked/naked back, Ripley's just right slender waist made her blush and look away in the next second, she hurriedly added a few words, in fact, she didn't know what she was talking about, she just wanted to hide her unladylike voyeurism.

"Reluctantly? Oh...... May, what shall I say? I do love jazz......"

Hearing the answer of "Dickey" behind her, Melti felt a little lost in her heart, but she didn't expect that the person who was originally behind her suddenly came around in front of her. He wore a crimson silk shirt with no buttons, and the less obvious outline of his abs looked particularly sexy against the silk.

"But, if it's with you, I'm willing to go to hell."

Melty looked up, and "Dickey's" blond hair, which was a little messy from dressing and undressing, and the bright smile like the sun on his face comparable to Narcissus, once again made Kate panic.

God, this man is even sexier than a woman......

Wait, what does this metaphor seem wrong about?

Afterwards, Anthony had only one sentence to say about it - "There is no carriage around Rome, no carriage around Rome, no carriage around Rome." Guys, we're running out of money. ”

All right. Theorod shrugged.

Back at the hotel, Theolod called Natel again—the number of phone calls they had been in a seemingly straight line these days—and he wondered what he was calling today.

It's really not a rush. Nattle's voice on the other end of the line was still calm, "I just want to tell you that I have completed the task you have given me, and I have found all the film and television materials of Ms. Blanchett." ’

"This thing? Well, Nat, you seem to be getting more and more efficient, and it seems like it's only been a day? Thank you so much, and, for your hard work, you won't stay up until the early hours of the morning because of this, right? ”

Natel ignored Theorod's question, he just emphasized: 'I collected it myself, and I didn't contact any assistant to help.' ’

"Uh......" Theorod suddenly found himself unable to figure out what the other person really meant, which was quite rare, "I guess I should have said, 'I don't know how I can thank you?'" ”

'Oh, it's easy, you can do it easily. ’

Although his voice sounded the same as usual, for some reason, Theorod suddenly had an ominous premonition-

‘HowaboutaKISS,arealKISS……’

Nattle hung up.