Chapter 53 Punishment

　　"Let me go, please ..."

　　James Franco was covered in blood, bound to a thick chair with a noose around her neck, the rope attached behind her dangling from above the chandelier attached to the roof, held in the hands of Carey Mulligan, who was splattered with droplets of blood on her face, the red jacket still to one side, the black t-shirt on her body unusually conspicuous against the red and gray background of the room.

　　In front of her, James Franco struggled to turn his head, "Please..."

　　Unmoved, the girl simply tied one teenage portrait frame after another to the end section of the rope.

　　More and more things were tied to the end section of the rope, and James Franco cooperated by stretching himself out, opening his mouth to gasp for air in a last ditch struggle, "It's not me, it's really not me! You have no proof ..."

　　"It doesn't matter." Carey Mulligan returned coldly.

　　In the forefront of her mind, after Murphy gave a close-up image, the makeshift filming railcar slid quickly and turned to the side of James Franco, the camera showing the same large close-up of his face.

　　James Franco's face is covered in snot and tears, and he speaks breathlessly, as if he's been literally castrated.

　　Emasculated as the character he plays, James Franco nonetheless captures Jeff's state of mind at this point in his life, where he can sadistically kill others but can't spare his own life, constantly making attempts to stay alive.

　　"Kill me," he said, summoning up the last of his strength, "and you won't get away with it."

　　"I told you, I'm a high achiever." The girl was still busy chaining the picture frame, "I had thought of that, you live in the middle of nowhere, no one saw me come this way."

　　She finally raised her head, coldly killing the other woman's last hope, "I'm underage, I've never been fingerprinted or left any DNA information, even if I left traces in your place, the police couldn't find me."

　　"And ..."

　　As she spoke, as Murphy adjusted the filming angle, she turned just right to the opposite side of James Franco, pointing at the rolls of videotape on the table, "The police, when they see you filming all this, they're still too happy to be happy, how could they go all out to track down and solve the case for a scumbag like you?"

　　"One last word with you." Carey Mulligan's speech speeds up, "Don't be a man in hell, much less a pedophile. Pedophile!"

　　James Franco finally broke down, tears and snot instantly pouring out once more, "Please! Please! Please..."

　　His voice was so miserable and pitiful, coupled with his bloodied appearance, one could not stop a wave of sympathy from rising.

　　According to the formula of mainstream movies, the bad guys are punished to a certain extent, and in the end, they must be handed over to the law for punishment, especially when the female protagonist is still an underage girl.

　　But Murphy chose this project, will not follow the original version of the route to go, the original film implied details and the so-called thinking is also not in the scope of consideration, he opened the scene to portray a cold and perverted demon, and in the middle of a number of scenes through the reflection of the demon's hypocrisy, and in the deciphering of Haley's search, showing that the demon has poisoned several lovely young girls, and in the end, it is inevitable that the demon will have to be given a sound punishment.

　　Cutting off the demon's source of evil and sending it back to hell is what best suits the atmosphere he wants.

　　Just as Carey Mulligan would never sympathize with James Franco, Hayley would never sympathize with Jeff, and regardless of the wretchedness and pitifulness of the pleas, she quickly walked back behind the chair and tied the largest of the picture frames on top of the rope, and at the very top of the stack of frames was none other than Emily's picture.

　　The rope instantly pulled tight, the hanging chandelier shook violently, James Franco rolled up his eyes, and his legs stomped hard, but he was tied tightly to the top of the chair, and couldn't make any strength at all ...

　　Carey Mulligan calmly puts on his jacket, packs his backpack, picks it up and heads for the door, leaving only a red backdrop for the camera lens.

　　"Cut!" announced Murphy loudly as he stood up from behind the camera, "Fruity Hard Candy, filming is all over!"

　　"YES!"

　　Carey Mulligan threw away his prop backpack and was the first one to rush over from the doorway side, ran to Murphy, opened his arms and hugged him, "My first movie is done hey!"

　　Murphy let go of Carey Mulligan and started hugging the rest of the cast one by one, the others were happy too, the end of filming meant they got their last paycheck back.

　　"Hey Murph!"

　　James Franco, who was covered in blood, came over and didn't even give Murphy a chance to dodge, he directly hugged him, the special ketchup instantly stained Murphy red, while he opened his big mouth and laughed, "The taste of the ketchup you bought is so awful, I've already put up with it enough, now it's your turn."

　　Murphy didn't mind either, slapping James Franco's back twice as hard, "I hope we can work together again in the future."

　　He deliberately squeezed his eyes, "Carey but said that if I have another movie, she will definitely come back."

　　Hearing that name, James Franco immediately followed Murphy's gaze, Carey Mulligan was staring at him, a very strange smile hanging on the pulled up corner of her mouth.

　　"This ..." James Franco hurriedly withdrew his gaze, "It's better ... to talk about it later."

　　Finally, Murphy walked next to Jessica Chastain, and just as he stretched out his hand, Jessica Chastain remonstrated and pointed to the humongous red on his body, and ducked to the side.

　　Murphy shrugged unconcernedly, "When are you going to New York?"

　　"After you settle my paycheck." Jessica Chastain said naturally, "I can't even afford a plane ticket without money."

　　"I'll have someone settle with you as soon as possible."

　　The shooting of the movie ended, and the employment relationship between the two came to an end, Murphy was clear that Jessica Chastain's ambition was not a behind-the-scenes type of work, but to become an actress, and it was only normal for her to leave.

　　There is no special shutdown ceremony, there is no rowdy celebration, after Murphy one by one sent verbal thanks to the members of the cast and crew, the house gradually quieted down, began to pack up the equipment, simple hygiene, preservation of filming film ...

　　Murphy specifically went to the temporary warehouse to take a look, the vast majority of the rented equipment was intact, the 240 reels of film purchased were slightly better than expected, there were still almost 20 reels left, which meant that he had a full 1,000 minutes of footage to shoot.

　　"Hi, Murph."

　　Carey Mulligan, who had finished removing her makeup, approached, "Doing something."

　　"Fretting." Murphy sighed, "Next thing I know, I'll have to cut about 90 minutes of the movie out of 1000 minutes of footage, and it makes my head hurt just thinking about it."

　　"So ...," Carey Mulligan looked up at him, "you're going to be busy for the rest of it?"

　　Murphy nodded as she added, "Back in L.A., if there's something I don't understand, can I still come to you for advice like I used to?"

　　There was an undisguised expectation in her gaze, and Murphy didn't think much about it, making a gesture to call, "You know my number."