The crew had been filming continuously for three days, and both Martin and Leonardo were in excellent form, leaving Scorsese thoroughly impressed. Even Nicholson, the seasoned troublemaker, refrained from playing pranks on the crew and seemed to be reserving his energy for something big.
On a Saturday morning, the trio arrived at Long Island Pier to recharge their batteries. Leonardo had boldly rented Spielberg's yacht for Heidi Klum's bachelorette party. A total of twelve female models were attending.
When Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson boarded the yacht, they quickly headed to the second-floor cabin to change their outfits. The yacht blew its whistle as it set sail into the open sea. Nicholson, ever the joker, removed his sunglasses, gazed at the sun rising over the sea, and remarked, "It's the end of the world!"
Leonardo added with a grin, "Martin, we're missing out by not making a movie in this setting."
But Martin chuckled, "Guys, let's savor the end of the world!"
The three of them then took out simulated soft resin handcuffs and playfully cuffed themselves behind their backs. These were just props, easily breakable with a little force. This was all part of the party's theme.
Today's party was mainly about having fun and celebrating, not about filming a movie, so Martin had only set up the background and general roles for everyone. The rest would be improvised, as complexity wasn't conducive to enjoyment.
The setting was apocalyptic: a virus had ravaged the world, causing the deaths of many women, while a select few had developed immunity and survived. However, men who gained this immunity experienced increasing levels of foolishness, eventually reaching a point where they would explode and die. Trying to resolve this themselves would also result in their death. They could only survive by finding a woman with immunity.
This dire situation led to intense competition among women for the few surviving men, who had become a valuable strategic resource.
Decades later, North America's renowned Queen Heidi was celebrating her thirtieth birthday. Her loyal followers had scoured the continent to find the only three men left in North America as gifts for her.
Suddenly, the cabin door swung open, revealing six women in tight-fitting uniforms. Angela Lindvall led the group.
Waving her hand, Angela ordered, "Take them to see the Queen!"
She exchanged glances with KK, then took her position behind Martin and escorted him out of the cabin, heading to the second floor.
In the cabin's hall on the second floor, Heidi sat on a throne, holding an electronic inspection device resembling a large magnifying glass.
The three Martins were brought in and lined up in the center of the hall, surrounded by all the models. Despite the snug-fitting uniforms, the design accentuated their perfect figures.
"Men!" Heidi exclaimed.
Naomi cautioned, "Queen, be cautious. We should conduct the inspection first to ensure they don't explode."
Heidi handed her electronic inspection device to Ambrosio, who walked up to Martin and the others. She held the device in front of Martin, and the red light flashed slowly while a loud alarm rang out, though not too quickly.
"His energy is gathering, and he's already at a second-level danger," Ambrosio announced as she pulled him away, eyes wide with surprise. "It's nearly... he's about to explode..."
Queen Heidi gestured, "Release his energy; don't let him explode!"
Angela Lindvall and KK had been waiting, and they began to fully disarm Martin.
Unable to contain herself, Ambrosio declared, "My sisters face the world's biggest threat, and I can't let them handle it alone. I have to help them. I leave this to you."
With that, she sprinted away, shouting, "KK, Anji, don't worry, I'm here to support you!"
The other models watched Martin and secretly called Ambrosio shameless. With three people already involved in the romantic pursuit, adding Ambrosio made it overcrowded, leaving them with no role to play.
The detector in Naomi's hand was placed in front of Nicholson. The red light flashed rapidly, and the alarm blared for an extended period.
Heidi took a few steps forward, stating, "No, he has reached a critical point, and special measures are needed."
Nicholson wondered what these special measures were and whether there were any perks to riding a horse.
Despite his thoughts, he cooperated without protest. As Naomi and Miranda Kerr blindfolded him, he was led to the back of the hall.
Naomi forcefully unveiled a cloth, revealing a human-sized cross. With skillful precision, she secured the old rascal to the cross. Then, Miranda Kerr wheeled in a cart of tools.
Feeling that something was amiss, the old rascal protested, "Let me go so I can see what you're up to!"
Naomi, staying in character, warned, "Don't argue. We're saving your life. If you don't cooperate, you'll die."
The old rascal couldn't see anything as something was forced into his mouth and tied around his head, leaving him only able to whimper.
In the same scenario, Bar Refaeli and Julia Stigler playfully pushed Leonardo to the opposite end of the cabin hall.
"The end of the world is upon us. Once the last three men are gone, humanity faces extinction!"
This was Heidi Klum's bachelorette party, so she fully embraced the theme. "We are humanity's last hope; we must save them!"
Heidi Klum discarded her cloak, revealing her alluring figure. She approached the three party guests for a closer look.
Nicholson appeared old and overweight.
Leonardo, too, had a broad face and an ample physique, with loose skin.
Martin Davis, on the other hand, was vibrant and handsome, boasting almost perfect muscle definition—a true force to be reckoned with.
Heidi made a decision to save both the men and the world. Saving the world, however, demanded quite an effort.
The results were quite a spectacle. The following morning, Martin awoke to find Leonardo still fast asleep and unresponsive.
The old rascal wasn't faring much better, looking pale, drained, with two black eyes, and having been Naomi's exclusive focus.
Poor Martin found himself facing a dozen opponents all on his own!
They were still in the second-floor cabin's lounge area. The seats had been replaced with a rack, bearing a drum but lacking drumsticks.
Heidi, leading all the supermodels, sat in a circle. They sported thigh-high boots and form-fitting jeans, highlighting their figures and long legs.
Martin stepped forward and commented as he moved, "Once we're back, we'll untie Leo and the old bastard and have them bask at the bow of the boat!"
Doutzen Krose chimed in, "We'll toss them into the sea to feed the fish!"
Martin continued, "But we'll wait until they wake up, so they can fully appreciate becoming fish food."
Heidi had had a blast the previous day. As a soon-to-be-married supermodel, she was eager for today's carnival-themed party.
"C'mon, Martin, let's hear about the theme for the day," she encouraged.
Martin reached into a bag and pulled out a pink water bottle, tossing it to Heidi Klum. "Today's theme is 'Drumming and Passing the Kettle.' I'll play the drum while passing the kettle to the left. When the drum stops, whoever's holding the kettle goes on stage. You can pick anyone, including me, to perform and showcase a special talent."
Anjela Lindvall asked, "Can we showcase talents like singing and dancing?"
Martin responded, "The party we've organized for Heidi is a carnival. Do you think singing and dancing are suitable?"
Laughter erupted among the models.
Isabel chimed in with a smile, "In that case, I guess playing the drum with hands isn't appropriate either, right?"
Martin agreed, "Indeed, not with hands!"
"And no drumsticks!"
Karolina suddenly stood up and approached Martin. "I think a drumstick is just perfect."
Some were slower to catch on, but Karolina handed Martin an appropriately sized drumstick.
Returning to her seat, Heidi exclaimed, "Let's begin!"
The drums started, and the pink kettle began circulating. When the drumming ceased, the kettle rested in Adriana's hands.
Setting down the kettle, she confidently took the stage. "Years ago, during a European catwalk event, I picked up some unique skills. Martin, I need your cooperation." With Martin's help, she executed a flawless 360-degree somersault.
Applause and cheers filled the room.
Martin continued as the drummer, truly astounded by this game. The angels not only loved to play but were also incredibly skilled.
It was a testament to the fact that, to rise to the top in the fiercely competitive and chaotic world of modeling, one needed both innate talent and acquired skills.
As the game concluded, Martin met an exceedingly unfortunate end, completely overwhelmed by the coordinated tactics of the supermodels.
Leonardo and the old rascal had slept well into the afternoon.
Though Martin appeared nonchalant, he meant business. Leading his female entourage, he barged into the rooms of the two men and dragged them out unceremoniously.
In the lounge, Leonardo and the old rascal were seated on the floor. Martin, with an air of superiority, informed the angels about their wager and asked, "Based on your personal impressions, who among the three of us is the strongest?"
Led by Heidi, more than a dozen voices chimed in unison, "Martin Davis is the strongest!"
Martin extended his middle finger toward Leonardo and the old rascal. "Do you admit defeat? Are you convinced?"
The old rascal didn't want to admit defeat. "I'm just old…"
Martin raised his hand, and Bar Refaeli, Miranda Kerr, and Doutzen Krooles stepped forward to tend to Nicholson.
The old rascal surrendered without hesitation. "I give up."
Martin then turned his attention to Leonardo. "And you, Leo? Eleven seconds, man."
Heidi and the others burst into laughter. "Yes, eleven seconds..."
Leonardo pointed at Martin and protested, "I can admit defeat, but you can't slander me!"
Ambrosio inquired, "Should we tie them to the bow?"
"Let them go." Martin, despite his victory, was a good sport. He didn't want to risk Leonardo and the old rascal getting sick from the sea breeze. With a sense of regal authority, he added, "We'll be having dinner while they watch!"