America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The sky had already turned pitch black, and other than a stubborn Nicholson and Leonardo, who were somehow still energetic, everyone else had gathered on the yacht's top deck.

After two consecutive days of fun, everyone was quite exhausted.

The dim lights of the dock were barely visible when Heidi Klum suddenly came over to Martin, patted KK and Angela Lindvall on the butt, and they immediately cleared a spot for her.

Leaning on the railing, Heidi said to Martin, "I'm getting married next week, remember to come to the wedding."

Martin felt there was something off about this statement, as if it had a strange undertone, "I have to shoot then, I might not have time."

Angela Lindvall suddenly wrapped her arm around Carolina, turned to Martin, and winked her foxy eyes, saying, "KK and I are bridesmaids, Heidi in a wedding gown, and we will be in bridesmaid dresses..."

Martin immediately understood and looked back at Heidi Klum, who smiled at him meaningfully.

The modeling circle, the supermodels, terrifying indeed...

If this got out, it would be an instant kill-on-sight situation.

Martin, being the nice guy, had his reservations, "I have to check the filming schedule, I might not rearrange it, I don't carry much weight in the crew."

Heidi Klum didn't press him, saying, "I kept that drum for you."

Martin nodded, "As long as you're happy."

Carolina asked, "What's this game called? It sounds like a tongue twister."

Martin explained with some difficulty, "Chickens Beat Drums Threading Flowers."

As the yacht gradually approached the dock, the second level of the cabin was a mess; Leonardo had already contacted a professional team to come and clean it up, with Nicholson footing the bill.

Those two guys were still lying in the cabin, not having recovered yet.

Nicholson had a reasonable excuse, after all, his age was showing.

But Leonardo was only in his thirties.

The ship's horn sounded, and the yacht docked soon after. Heidi Klum led the other supermodels off the boat first, disappearing into the darkness of the night at Long Island Dock.

It was a while before Martin and the other two disembarked.

Leonardo, having recovered a bit, led the way.

Nicholson, on his way down, suddenly stopped and staggered.

Martin quickly grabbed him and asked, "Should I call 911 for you?"

"Absolutely not!" Nicholson grabbed Martin's arm tightly, "Even if I die here, my reputation cannot be ruined."

Martin resorted to a scoundrel's tactics with the old rascal, "You ought to pay me hush money, right? I chat with friends in the circle, like the old lecher Craven, who always can't keep his mouth shut."

Nicholson realized the youngster still remembered the score from the script meeting. He snorted coldly, "Don't expect me to help you with people. I'm too old for the strain."

Martin wrapped his arm around Nicholson's shoulder, "What's our relationship? How could I possibly scam you?"

Nicholson, pressed down by a burly man, looked down at the sea beneath his feet and declared, "Don't worry, between you and Matt Damon, I'm on your side."

Martin carelessly retorted, "Just Damon, as long as Scorsese is there, can he bring Weinstein? Warner Bros. doesn't care for that fat guy."

Nicholson remarked, "You little bastard, you've found the root of it."

Martin helped the old rascal off the boat.

Looking back, Nicholson said, "I'm getting old, I can't even handle Naomi Campbell by myself anymore, have to accept my age."

Leonardo commented, "Buddy, you're outdated."

Nicholson flipped him the bird.

The three clearly became much closer. Martin teased, "An 11-second man, dare to speak of old Jack?"

Leonardo quickly launched his signature triple strike: a furrowed brow, a glare, and a roar, "Martin Davis, slander me again and I swear I'll fight you!"

Martin clapped his hands, squared off, "Come on, Leo, don't just talk tough."

Leonardo pointed at Martin, "No wonder Kate called you a scoundrel. Next time there's an opportunity like this, I swear, I definitely won't bring you along."

Wise man Martin assertively declared, "Being alone is quite nice."

Grabbing his waist, Nicholson announced, "Lads, the car's here, let's go."

Bruce's business car stopped by the jetty; Martin and Leonardo, having some conscience, supported Nicholson from either side to the car and headed back to the hotel.

In the car, Leonardo asked, "I heard them discussing inviting you to Heidi's wedding."

Martin was honest, "I turned it down." He didn't hesitate when it was time to chicken out, "I'm afraid of being shot dead on the spot."

Leonardo admitted, "Actually, I want to go to the wedding."

Martin casually replied, "You could propose to Gisele Bundchen."

"Marry? What a joke!" Leonardo said seriously, "Although I love Gisele, she's 25 years old!"

"Ever faithful!" Martin had nothing else to say but praise.

Leonardo slapped the seat in front, "Jack has been married, what did the marriage get him?"

An aging Nicholson commented, "In my experienced opinion, if you want to do well in Hollywood, don't get married, bachelorhood is always in vogue."

Back at the hotel, the trio didn't talk much more and each went back to their rooms to rest.

Martin slept particularly well that night, feeling as if the moment he closed his eyes and reopened them, it was already morning.

Indeed, exercise is good for sleep.

Arriving on set, Martin finished his makeup and stepped out, with the crew busy shooting Nicholson's scenes.

"Cut!" Scorsese called a halt to the filming, "Jack, what are you thinking about? This is work time, get your act together!"

Nicholson, who took his work quite seriously, responded, "Give me five minutes."

Scorsese returned to his director's chair and sat down.

A few minutes later, filming began.

It wasn't long before Scorsese called cut again, circling around him, he said, "You're in bad shape, don't tell me that during the two days off over the weekend, you've been screwing around with women!"

"Absolutely not!" Nicholson asserted proudly, because these past two days, it was he who had been screwed around with.

Scorsese wasn't polite to his old friend at all, "If you can't liven up, I'll have someone feed you stimulants!"

Once the director left, Nicholson muttered, "No rights when you're old, bullied by women on the boat, mocked by two little thugs off the boat, and even more unlucky on set..."

He asked for a glass and went over to the bar on set, pointed at a bottle of whiskey, and said to the actor playing the bartender, "Pour me a drink."

The extra was uncertain how to react and looked towards the director.

Scorsese said, "Fill it up."

Nicholson had his drink, waited a moment, then patted his chest and said, "Let's start."

Perhaps it was the stimulation from the alcohol, but his condition improved.

Martin was amazed, "So this works too."

Leonardo next to him said, "He's naturally a drunkard and a bastard, a bit of alcohol is like performance fuel; many actors in the industry have this habit."

Martin nodded slightly, "No wonder Hollywood is full of drunkards."

"They all say you have great talent and can get into character really fast," Leonardo got serious when it came to work, "How do you adjust when you're not in a good state?"

Martin answered just as seriously, "Find someone I fancy for a quickie, when your spirits are lifted, the state naturally comes."

Leonardo waved his hand, "That method doesn't work for me."

Martin shrugged, "That's because you've had too many girlfriends." Discover stories at m,v l'e|m-p y r

After Nicholson's scenes with the Frenchman were finished, the crew took a break.

The three people who had shared a 'certain experience' naturally gathered together.

Nicholson belched, "It'll probably take two weeks to get over this."

Leonardo said, "Naomi called me this morning, saying you wouldn't answer her calls, and she wants to go out with you again."

Nicholson shook his head repeatedly, "No more, no more..."

Martin was curious, "Leo, I didn't expect you to still be in touch with Naomi Campbell."

Leonardo said with the tone of a seasoned man schooling the younger generation, "It's not bad to change flavors occasionally when you have had the same dish too often."

When men come together, women are invariably part of the conversation.

Fifteen minutes later, the crew started filming again.

Martin and Leonardo also went on set.

A scene where the two main male leads confront each other without directly interacting.

Colin and Frank arrange to meet at the movie theater, which Billy then tails.

Completely unlike the clean and tidy theaters in Hong Kong films, the set-up theater was filthy and disorderly, and what was being shown was that kind of movie.

No poetic imagery, just the stark reality of organized crime.

Nicholson, that old miscreant, even brought his Pandora's box and took out some special toys from it, handing them to the staff, "Find a way to make these look used or worn out, then throw them around inside the theater."

Several male staff members exchanged glances and instinctively crossed their legs.

Female staff members looked at the rubber sticks in their hands, wondering if they should find a place to make them look really used.

Scorsese not only didn't stop Nicholson but also approved of his actions.

Going to the cinema to watch those kinds of movies and bringing props, nothing could be more normal.

He even let Nicholson improvise freely in this scene.

Shooting began, and Martin pushed open the weathered door of the movie hall, entered the projection room, looked around, found Nicholson, pulled his hat brim down and silently walked over, taking a seat in the row behind him.

On the screen, a Sacred Valley movie was playing.

The old bastard who was improvising freely on-site even started jerking off to the screen...

He truly was one of Hollywood's most twisted actors.

In this scene, Nicholson blew Martin and Leonardo away.

Nicholson let out a yell, then turned around and whispered a few words to Martin, handing over a file bag.

Since the other party didn't stick to the script, Martin could only improvise, "You didn't get anything on here, did you?"

Nicholson sneered, "Old age, no stock left."

Martin put away the file bag and said, "Let's change the location next time, there are too many perverts here."

Nicholson whispered back, "You better get used to it, with your situation, in a few years, you'll become a pervert too." He snorted, "You either do it to others or get done to; which do you choose?"

Martin kept a straight face but grounded in reality, "Of course, I'm the one doing."

He stood up and walked towards the aisle.

"Cut!" Scorsese exclaimed, "Good, that take was perfect."