Chapter 33 - Rotten Orchid

"What?" Carey Mulligan didn't expect Murphy to ask this kind of question, a surprised expression flickered from her face, and then revealed a color of excitement, as if she had hit the jackpot, "I'm going to tease him and torture him ..."

  She completely ignored the rest and just gave free rein to the innocent and beautiful imagination of a girl of this age, touching her cheeks and saying, "I'm going to make him fall head over heels for me, and then kick him in the ..."

  Carey Mulligan suddenly covered her mouth, realizing that this was not the campus of her recklessness, but an audition for a play, and after dropping her hand, she playfully spat out her tongue and gave an embarrassed smile.

  "Sorry ...," she said, her voice a little lower, looking very much like a little English lady.

  From her behavior after entering the warehouse, Murphy roughly figured out this girl called Carey Mulligan, under the delicate and lovely appearance, she hid a rebellious and lively heart, and due to her age, she still had a few moments of naivety.

  Seeing Murphy's sudden silence, Carey Mulligan blinked and asked tentatively, "Did I do something wrong?"

  Unconsciously, she stood up and came across Murphy's simple desk again, begging in a crisp, clean voice, "I just joined the Screen Actors Guild this week, and I'd love to be a real actor, can you give me another chance, I think the story you told is really cool!"

  Murphy looked at her as the girl's bright eyes began to mist with water and seemed on the verge of tears.

  He pushed his notebook and pen over, "Leave your contact information."

  The girl immediately put away that expression of wanting to cry, squeezed out a cute smile on her face, grabbed the pen and quickly wrote down her name and a string of numbers, her mouth still kept admonishing, "Be sure to call this number, don't call any other phone number, if people know that I sneaked out for the audition, I'll be dead."

  After chanting, she looked at Murphy again, her face full of pleading, "Can you let me see the script? I'm dying of curiosity, how does the female lead take out the pedophile. Pedophile?"

  Obviously, she was very smart and had already guessed something about the script from Murphy's question.

  "Sorry ..."

  Murphy just said this sentence, the opposite girl's doll face collapsed, but he didn't eat this, and said to himself, "The script can only be seen by actors who have signed a contract with me."

  "What about the contract?" The girl said anxiously, "I can sign a contract with you."

  "But we can't sign with you." Murphy pointed to the chair across from him again, "You're underage."

  He could hear that this girl, whose talent as well as appearance was very good, had simply sneaked out on her own to audition for the movie, and even if the other party signed the contract provided by the theater group, without the consent of a guardian, it would not have any legal effect.

  Carey Mulligan sat back in her chair, her face a chagrin at the thought of her age, and as she said, her emotions were completely outward, perhaps that was the effect of the performance.

  The fact that the girl hadn't been accompanied by an agent or guardian, but had snuck in on her own, was indeed a nuisance, and by most people's guidelines, the girl would have been talked back into studying every day.

  However, Murphy had interviewed so many candidates, and only stumbled upon such a suitable one with great difficulty, and for the sake of time and money considerations, he would not let it go so easily.

  What's more, he could tell that Carey Mulligan was very interested in this kind of Lolita's game ... no, story of killing back the strange uncle.

  How to trick such a naive, cute and rebellious girl into the theater group?

  Since it appeared in front of him, where can he let it go easily? Murphy's head turned quickly, calmly said, "Ms. Mulligan ..."

  "Carey!" The girl corrected, "Call me Kerry."

  Murphy smiled at her, "Carey, you're the most talented girl I've ever seen in acting, and the best actress in this audition."

  Hearing her say that, Carey Mulligan smiled and her eyes curved up.

  But then her face fell again at Murphy's words, "But you're not even sixteen yet, and I can't make you any promises, and it's impossible for me to sign any contract with you without a guardian present."

  "Damn it!" The girl muttered, "How could those two control freaks plus old codgers let me in the cast?"

  That fell on Murphy's deaf ears, things were clearly more problematic than he'd anticipated, he frowned for a moment in thought, and from a drawer in his simple desk, he pulled out a split screenplay and pushed it across the desk.

  "I can't show you the whole script, but your performance really hit home." He seemed shaken by the girl's talent, "Here's a section of the split screenplay for you to read first."

  The girl's eyes widened as her eyelashes continued to flutter, "Is it really okay?"

  Her mouth said so, but the person involuntarily flickered over, grabbed the script and read it in a small voice, "Haley poured a glass of wine for Jeff, Jeff turned his back to Haley and opened the refrigerator to look for other drinks, Haley fished out the small plastic bag in her coat pocket and sprinkled the white powder into the glass of wine ... "

  Carey Mulligan's face was all excited, "Is this ecstasy? Is she going to mesmerize the bad guy and then torture him?"

  Murphy said nothing, just spread his hands.

  "... Jeff comes to his senses and finds himself tied to a chair ..."

  The short page of script ended there, and the girl looked up at Murphy, "Any more? Any more?"

  This naive and rebellious girl, how could she be a match for a cunning fox like Murphy, a different experienced person would only laugh at this kind of script, but Murphy captured this girl's psychology and managed to arouse her curiosity and interest.

  "I'm sorry," Murphy shook his head, "I can only show you this, if you want to see more, you'll have to wait until the movie is finished."

  "How am I going to torture that bad guy? How am I going to torture that bad guy back there?" Carey Mulligan subconsciously substituted herself into that Haley character as she tapped her little head, "How the hell am I going to do that?"

  She looked up and stared at Murphy, a seriousness never before seen on that delicate doll face, "How do I get the part?"

  The voice wore a few scratches in it.

  Murphy said flatly, "Your guardian must agree."

  Carey Mulligan reached over with one small white hand, "Your contact information."

  Removing a business card, Murphy slipped it into her hand, Carey Mulligan picked it up and glanced at it, storing it solemnly, "You must wait for me for a while, I'll be in touch."

  She grabbed the split script, "Can I take this with me?"

  Seeing Murphy nod, she walked back to her chair, grabbed her backpack, and hurried out of the warehouse.

  The corner of Murphy's mouth curled up a trace of arc, girls at this age are always full of naive imaginations about the future, and also tend to be rebellious and unable to listen to any objections.

  Old Lynch watched all of this and secretly sighed that Murphy was even more insidious and despicable than he had imagined.

  He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he was lucky he didn't let his own daughter participate in the audition, otherwise he would still be counting money for him after being sold.

  "I'll go back to the cafe first." Old Lynch left the warehouse first.

  "Her parents would agree to her playing such a role?"

  Looking at the closed warehouse door, Jessica Chastain always felt that this was not very good, "Are you doing this ..."

  "Is what?" Murphy turned his head to stare over there, Jessica Chastain swallowed back the remaining half of her sentence, looking at her boss' stern expression, she could only say against her will, "I'm worried that her parents or guardians won't agree."

  "Matter of fact." Murphy said and looked down at his wristwatch, "That's it for the morning, what's the schedule for the afternoon?"

  Jessica Chastain opened her work record and looked at it, "There's an audition for a male actor this afternoon."

  Murphy nodded and stood up, ready to head to the coffee shop, which was fast becoming the office for the Fruit Hard Candy project under his coquettish words.

  "It's a very credentialed actor." Jessica Chastain reminded Murphy, "Has been in major roles within a few movies and TV shows before."

  Not waiting for Murphy to ask, she added, "His name is James Franco, and he's slightly younger."

  "James Franco?" Murphy muttered to himself.

  After lunch, that suspicion was cleared up, and the man who had appeared in the warehouse-cum-audition room was indeed the rotund Langland of later great fame, albeit a younger version.

  Sitting in a chair across from Murphy's desk, James Franco, with his fluffy natural curls and if anything a smile on his face, looked handsome and a little bad-ass, though lacking the charisma that would later come with the accumulation of time.

  He wasn't a newcomer to the movie industry, his acting skills were fine to cope with a role like this, the only age issue could be adjusted with make-up, and most importantly, Murphy knew that this was a geek who knew a lot of messing around and was willing to take on roles that looked outrageous.

  Putting down the split script in his hand, James Franco looked at Murphy, "Very interesting character, it's not possible that you wrote it after yourself, right?"

  Hearing this, Murphy almost spat out the coffee he was drinking into his mouth and hurriedly put down his coffee cup, "Of course not."

  James Franco's temperament was just as weird as the rumors, he shrugged his shoulders and took out a business card and placed it on the table, "I'm very interested in this role, have your people go to my agent."

  Murphy hadn't even expected things to be this easy, all things being equal, he definitely wanted to find someone who was guaranteed.

  Those stars who were once famous would undoubtedly psychologically suggest to Murphy that they were just that.

  Taking the business card, Murphy handed it to Jessica Chastain next to him, urging, "Get in touch with him as soon as possible."

  James Franco supported himself on the table with one hand and tapped the desk with the other, his eyes fixed on Murphy's pen not far in front of him, and asked, "Did the little girl with the short blonde crushed hair from the morning's interview pass?"