"Don't worry, I've dealt with him more than once, and I'm sure I'll be able to convince him. Well, without further ado, he's already out of the studio. Frederick said as he turned off his phone, and strode towards the fat man that many people were familiar with.

"Hey, Harvey, it's a pleasure to meet you." Frederick said with a smile on his face.

"Fred? You're really haunted," Weinstein snorted, "I said I'd think about it." ”

"And what about it?" Frederick didn't seem to hear the impatience in his words, and he still had a smile on his face.

"I haven't started thinking about it yet." Weinstein signed his name on the document handed by his assistant and waved his hand like a fly.

"Then you've got to hurry," Frederick said immediately, "yes, gay films aren't going to win the Oscars for best film right now, and the Academy won't be so aggressive, but it's going to resonate with a lot of people, and that's good for Weinstein Pictures." ”

"Are you teaching me how to make a movie, Fred?" Weinstein snorted, narrowing his eyes and surveying him as he walked.

"Of course not, you're the king of independent films." Frederick's smile remained unchanged and he slapped a small ass, "I just want to say, now is a good chance, Gus?" Fan? Sant is currently worried about not being able to get funding, and the focus of the cooperation is also at a loss, this is a good opportunity for you to intervene, if you miss it, and want to have the same opportunity, then I don't know when. ”

"You're really good at talking, Fred," Weinstein grinned, his tone softened but he didn't stop, "just get straight to the point, what do you want?" ”

"Sean wants a male lead." Frederick was also happy and told the answer directly.

"I guess," Weinstein rolled his eyes, "but why should I help with this?" And he also has a company, wouldn't it be nice to do it yourself? ”

"You know, Sant doesn't have a good impression of Sean," Frederick smiled wryly, and then started selling again, "but this script is really valuable, no less than 'Blood is Coming.'" ”

"I could have gotten 'Blood Coming,'" Weinstein paused, "but, Sean made me lose it and made me make a fool of myself in front of a lot of people." ”

"Wrong, Harvey, is it really Sean who made you make a fool of yourself?" Frederick immediately asked, "You and I both know how ridiculous Anderson's original request was, and the excuse after that is even more outrageous, with Sean and you, there is no way to be unable to pull funds." Okay, maybe you want to say, no matter how ridiculous this request is, if you agree to it, you should abide by it, I don't deny it, but you have also seen that Sean wanted to apologize several times, but Anderson ignored it at all, with an expression of whatever I said, could it be that as long as you make a mistake, even if you seriously correct it, you can't be forgiven? ”

"What do you want to say?" Weinstein's eyes narrowed.

"Is this Paul? Thomas? Anderson's problem, not Sean's, Harvey," Frederick said in a very serious tone, "he's too frivolous and self-righteous, you see, he doesn't even give you face." ”

Weinstein didn't answer, but he put his arms together, clearly waiting for his next step.

"So, it's Anderson who really disappoints you, not Sean, if you feel unwilling, you should help Sean, make a new movie, give Anderson a good look, and tell him with facts that it's nothing great without him, you are the king of independent films!" Frederick said quickly.

"You ...... thing," Weinstein scolded, then lost in thought.

"Harvey, Sean has actually always been grateful to you, and he's sorry for the Blood Is Coming," Frederick continued, "so he knew about the script and asked me to come to you." ”

"He should come in person." Weinstein muttered, and although it sounded dissatisfied, it was clear from the declarative sentence he used instead of the interrogative sentence that there was not much dissatisfaction.

"He's going to prepare, isn't he?" Frederick spread his hands, "As I said before, Sant has a very bad impression of him, and if you want to impress him, you have to use real materials." ”

"Sean is indeed a very hard-working person." Weinstein nodded in acceptance, then looked at Frederick, "Tell me about your plans, Fred." ”

"You can have initial contact with Sant first, and if you think the script is good, then negotiate further, and then, if you join, I hope to support Sean in the lead actor." At this time, the agent was no longer polite and released his conditions, "Of course, whether Sean gets the actor in the end or not, it will not affect your cooperation with him." ”

"Fair enough," Weinstein nodded, and after a few minutes he made his decision, "Okay, I'll get in touch with Gus right away." ”

"That's it, I'm looking forward to good news from you, Harvey." Frederick owes himself and prepares to leave.

"It's good luck to have an agent like you." Weinstein finally laughed.

"I wish he thought so, too." Frederick, who was relaxed, teased Sean in a rare way, and then waited until he was far away before he completely exhaled.

Although it was not for a long time, the pressure was also not small, and it was also due to his preparation and continuous tricks - such as saying that Sean and Weinstein could provide Anderson with funds, but never mentioning the control of the movie, or saying that Sean asked him to come to him, etc. In this way, coupled with his perseverance in coming to Weinstein some time ago, this matter was finally settled.

Of course, more importantly, in the past year or so, Samsara Pictures and Weinstein Pictures have cooperated very well, several movies have a reputation and box office, plus cross-shareholding, even if Weinstein is dissatisfied with Sean because of "Blood is Coming", it will slowly fade after a long time, and Frederick just accelerated the process.

So, from that point of view, Sanders' task is obviously heavier.

Anyway, everything that needs to be done has been done, and as time goes on, after the New Year's holiday in 2007 has passed, all the industries that have taken a vacation have started to function normally, and now it's up to Sean.

In a yellowish room, a middle-aged man in a shirt and tie sits in a chair, holding a metal microphone connected to a portable tape recorder on a nearby round table. The camera passes through the doorway, and there are door frames on the left and right, making the picture appear a little narrow, thus creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"When we were fighting Briggs' Proposition 6 in California, Anita also made a move, and she targeted Wechita, Kansas." The middle-aged man spoke, his tone calm and solemn.

'She won the game, but that's not the end of it, we all know that we're going to have a long and difficult road, we're going to have setbacks, a lot of setbacks, and sometimes we can even go backwards, but we're going to keep going.' He continued, his voice becoming impassioned and his eyes firm, "We believe in all the good things in this world, in equality, in freedom and democracy, in ...... We have hope! ”

At this point, he paused for a few minutes, his eyes looking ahead, and he seemed to look beyond the wall to see something more distant: "Last week, I received a phone call from Ortona, Pennsylvania, and the voice on the other side of the phone was very young, and the person said to me: Thank you. We must elect a leader from the gay community so that that young child, and thousands of others like him, can muster hope for a better life and a better tomorrow. ”

Then, he took a deep breath: "Here, I demand, if the assassination brings me down, I hope that five, ten, hundred, thousand people will stand up. If there's a bullet in my head, let it break all closet doors too! I hope that this movement will continue, because it has nothing to do with personal gain or loss, nothing to do with egoism, nothing to do with the struggle for power, but about 'us'! ”

The voice became more passionate and firm, and the hand on his thigh was clenched into a fist: "Not only comrades, but also blacks, Asians, the elderly, and the disabled, these 'we', there is no hope, and 'we' can only admit defeat." I know that life cannot be based on hope alone, but without hope, life is meaningless. So, you, you, and you, give hope to people......"

After a brief pause, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and then he repeated again: "Give people hope!" ”

This time there was not as much excitement and determination as before, but with an indescribable joy, and then he raised his hand and shook it gently, with an encouraging smile, as if he was happy to have completed a great speech.

At this point, the footage stopped, and a few minutes of tape had been played.

Sante, who was sitting not far from the TV series, pinched his chin expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, and only turned his head after a while and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Several assistants, as well as screenwriters and other directors, exchanged glances with each other, and finally the one and Michael? Jordan's assistant with the same name and surname spoke: "I think the makeup is good, and it is indeed a little similar to Milk, but the acting skills are a little exaggerated, and ordinary people quickly reveal so many feelings in such a short period of time." ”

"But I think it's good, it's supposed to be a plot for Milke to prepare for the campaign, and since it's a campaign, it's okay to be a little more emotional." There was opposition.

"The last emotion was not handled well, and it gave people a sense of sacred expectation before, but the last point made the feelings accumulated in the front fall." Another person said.

"But that's just an ordinary person, isn't it?" Immediately again, there was opposition to it.

They began to argue in a lively manner, but Sant kept his mouth shut until their discussion had subsided, and then called an assistant: "Lewis, you inform Sanders, I want to talk to Sean in person." ”