Chapter 17: Black and white

"Plans are in place for the documentary, it'll air first on Channel 6."

  In the moving Audi, Carla Faith, who was driving, spoke to Murphy about the recent work, "If the response is good enough, we'll do all we can to push it into the video and disk market."

  "Sounds good." Murphy leaned back on top of the co-pilot, the fitted suit making him feel a little awkward, "Time's running out, if the blacks are dispersing, the documentary's appeal is going to go down."

  Kara gave this side a thumbs up, "Your journalistic acumen is getting better."

  "Thanks." Murphy casually replied back, "I learned it all from you."

  Due to the fact that the media never gave up on the hype of this news event, coupled with the super-sensitive glass hearts of black people, although it had been a while since the original incident, the black protests in the Los Angeles area did not have a tendency to dissipate, but instead began to spread to the surrounding areas, and even some human rights organizations had joined in.

  The two blacks were criminals, but criminals have to have human rights, and the so-called human rights organizations are good at picking bones within eggs, especially when the deaths are of blacks.

  The media also pushed the issue, fearing that the news would not be big enough, constantly mentioning that if the subject had been white, would the police have shot him in the end?

  This incident had the tendency to evolve into a topic of focus for the entire American society, and the issue of human rights regarding black people was once again pushed to the forefront by the media with ulterior motives, and unlike the previous two years when the mass shooting of the North Hollywood robbery incident was highly praised, the Los Angeles Police Department was under immense pressure, and even a few of the police officers involved in the roundup were forced to take a leave of absence.

  "What's wrong?"

  Seeing Murphy on the passenger side looking thoughtful, Carla couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling guilty?"

  The two of them could be said to be the trigger for this incident, and it was them who opened this Pandora's Box.

  However, Carla had never regretted it, she had always been after big news that could stir up the whole of America, and the effect of this incident was exactly what she wanted to see the most.

  As for those tactics used in the middle, Carla, who had been in journalism for years, knew very well what hot news story wasn't behind it.

  "Honey, you're kidding." Murphy had a look on his face that he didn't understand what Carla was talking about at all, "Did we do something?"

  Even as she was driving, Carla couldn't help but turn her head to look at Murphy, who calmly said, "The ongoing protests in front of the Los Angeles City Hall and the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department right now are due to the mishandling of the Los Angeles Police Department and the sensitivities of black people's psyche, so what does it have to do with us?"

  Hearing this, Carla Faith couldn't help but smile, "Indeed it has nothing to do with us."

  She turned her head to look at Murphy again, only to see that the hard line of the side face was unusually calm, as if what she had just said was an undeniable fact.

  "What are you looking at?" Murphy asked, turning his head.

  Kara shrugged, "You're still handsome when I look at you like this."

  There had never been a man that made her feel so in tune with her temperament.

  The Audi left downtown and headed up the avenue to Santa Monica, Kara passed through an intersection and suddenly thought of something else, "You've been making a lot of money lately, why can't you afford to get yourself a new car, it's time to scrap that Ford of yours."

  "It's nice to be able to drive."

  It was because the Ford was so beat up that Murphy had gotten into Carla's car, "Every dollar I have goes a long way, I can't just spend it."

  Carla remembered something Murphy had said and asked, "Are you really going to leave the business?"

  "Uh-huh." Murphy nodded, "Shouldn't be long now."

  "It's such a shame, you're perfect for this line of work." Carla more or less exuded an expression of regret, the last month or so could be said to be the fastest rising phase of her career, and it was all because of this guy on the co-pilot's side, "Got a plan?"

  She had a certain understanding of Murphy, and knew that if he didn't have an idea, he would never act easily.

  "Of course I do, and I might even need your help when the time comes." Murphy paused for a moment, looking at the straight road in front of him, and finally said, "I want to go into Hollywood to shoot and produce a movie."

  "What?"

  After subconsciously asking this, Carla suddenly laughed, "You ... you're going to shoot a movie, Murphy, are you kidding?"

  Murphy shook his head seriously, "Of course not."

  "What gave you that idea." Carla turned her head to look at him again, her eyes full of incredulity, "You must be out of your mind to want to get into a completely new industry."

  Here she suddenly increased her tone, "I almost forgot, you were already crazy."

  "Thanks."

  It wasn't the first time such words jumped out of her mouth, and Murphy didn't mind, instead saying, "It's still you who knows me best."

  Indeed, trying to run to Hollywood to produce a movie without any credentials as well as connections was not much different from being crazy.

  But Murphy had always told himself that there was also a madman in the past, who threw away his job as an engineer and came to Los Angeles to become a director, and in the end, he was a big success, not only did he win the Oscar for Best Director, but also became the 'King of the World' who dominated the world with a single movie at the box office!

  Yes, he couldn't compete with a true genius like James Cameron, yet he was still willing to try.

  Now only twenty-one years old, but in the legal sense of just adult, even if it fails, there is still enough time and energy to find a new way to go.

  The Audi sedan gradually entered the range of Santa Monica, and Carla drove directly toward the beach house area.

  "No wonder you suggested the TV station make a documentary." She seemed to have figured out a lot of things, "So the idea of entering the movie industry was already there."

  The car stopped near a luxurious villa, Carla parked the car on the side of the road, greeted Murphy and got out of the car, walking towards the villa side.

  Murphy followed beside, "You look especially beautiful today."

  Carla was wearing a short gown with the corner of the skirt reaching above the knee, giving full play to the visual beauty brought by a pair of long legs, the gown's close-fitting design also highlighted the delicate figure, together with the delicate face and the blonde hair that was permed out of the broken flowers, from the appearance and temperament alone, it was definitely no less than those Hollywood actresses that Murphy remembered.

  "Thanks." Carla glanced at Murphy who was wearing a fitted suit, tall and strong, with that tough temperament that seemed to emanate from his bones, and couldn't help but praise, "You look good too."

  After saying that, she also teased as she walked away, "If you fail to enter Hollywood in the future, you can transfer to the San Fernando Valley, I believe that the directors there will definitely be interested in you."

  Murphy shrugged but didn't say anything.

  Carla Faith naturally put her hand in the arm next to her, Murphy turned his head to look at the woman on high heels almost level with him in height, a crane-like appearance.

  For these western-style etiquette, Murphy is not used to, but can always adapt, just so holding Carla Faith walked into the entrance of the villa, following the direction pointed out by the staff, towards the back garden of the sea side of the villa.

  Nearby there are a lot of people walked by, which vaguely also some familiar faces, Murphy momentarily can not think of, but once that Murphy is just not popular freelance reporter, now can let him feel familiar, should be once some famous and famous characters.

  From this point of view, the level of this party that Carla Faith brought him to was not low.

  "What are you thinking?"

  Ignoring the man beside him who came over to greet him with a lustful look, Carla moved slightly closer and whispered, "Thinking about the consequences of the plan failing? Don't worry, if you can't make it in the future, my side of the door is always open to you."

  The tone of these words seemed careless, but Murphy could hear a few moments of sincerity, the fact that such a woman could say such words was enough to show that she recognized herself.

  "I will." Murphy suddenly thought of what Ross had said and said in a low voice, "By the way, a friend mentioned to me today that both the victim and the murderer in the Bill Road case might be drug dealers."

  "What?" Carla Faith turned her head to look over, "Reliable information?"

  "Very reliable." Murphy shrugged, "He's seen them before."

  Kara frowned, "What kind of friends you make."

  Murphy slowed his pace slightly, "Comrades he used to know inside the prison, fighting side by side."

  Hearing this, Carla Faith remembered that she was holding on to someone with an ex-conviction, and her footsteps couldn't help but slow down.

  She came from a wealthy, well-educated background, with a decent and unlimited potential job, and was not even in the same world as the Murphy on her arm.

  Just ... this person shows, never the kind of vulgar small people.

  Carla shook her head slightly, no longer thinking about this, and walked into the middle of the party with Murphy on her arm.

  This is an amazing scale party, the venue includes the entire back garden and a whole piece of private beach, there are tens of thousands of square feet, Murphy raised his eyes to see, but also all the men and women dressed up in fashion, there are hundreds of people, and near the beach, there are dozens of masters of the specially hired bikini girls.

  Carla Faith can come here, more because of the relationship of the television station behind, know not many people, introduced to Murphy, Murphy most of them are also very strange.

  However, Murphy still courteously exchanged pleasantries and greetings with them, a circle like this he usually couldn't come into contact with at all, this was a good opportunity to expand his network.

  Of course, Murphy would not say that he was a freelance journalist, in Carla Faith's introduction, he was the chairman and president of Stanton Studios.

  And no one suspected or was surprised; there were simply countless such studios in Los Angeles, the capital of the media and entertainment industry.

  But it would not occur to these people that Stanton Studios, from its management to its employees, was actually just Murphy.

  After following Carla Faith to socialize at the party, the two of them walked to the resting place by the beach, ready to order something to sit down and have a drink, when a black man suddenly came over.

  "Hello, pretty lady."

  The black man was very tall, "Can I buy you a drink with me?"

  He seemed to be attracted by Carla Faith's outstanding appearance, completely ignoring Murphy next to him.

  Murphy, on the other hand, carefully sized up this black man, because against Carla's snow-white skin, he was really very dark and very familiar.