America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 281 Call the Police
For more than a decade, long golden brown hair has become Aniston's trademark.

Hair is not only about Aniston's image, but also about her brand.

Martin understood the reason: "Cutting your long hair is a breach of contract?"

Aniston nodded gently: "The clothing, cosmetics and mineral water that I endorse have restrictive clauses. I cannot cut my long hair."

It is normal to have relevant restrictive clauses when getting endorsement contracts and high endorsement fees. Martin said: "My Coca-Cola endorsement contract has exclusivity for alcohol and beverages."

Aniston returned to the previous topic: "There are many well-known actors in that crew. In addition to Blanchett, there are Julianne Moore, Richard Gere, the new Batman Bale, and Australian actor Heath Ledger."

Martin said it so nicely: "All of them combined are not as good as you."

Time passed quickly, and after taking a breath, the two returned to the studio to continue filming.

Martin and Aniston had fewer scenes today, so as soon as the gloomy sky darkened, the two of them finished work early and prepared to return to the hotel.

These days, Aniston and Martin eat, live and travel together, a complete couple on the set.

Together with Bruce, the three of them entered the parking lot. The crew provided Martin with a Mercedes-Benz.

Martin walked towards the Mercedes-Benz first, and suddenly heard the roar of a motor not far away, like some large-displacement American muscle car.

When he turned his head to look, a blue Mustang coupe rushed out from the parked vehicles.

Bruce sensed the danger and shouted, "Be careful."

Martin moved quickly, grabbed Aniston and hid behind a heavy concrete block nearby.

The car was clearly coming this way.

The Mustang was not going very fast, but I don’t know if it was because the driver had poor driving skills or for some other reason, the car was running crookedly, like a drunk.

Aniston was blocked by Martin behind her. She grabbed the back of his coat tightly and looked at his broad back, feeling a sense of security.

But the roar of the muscle car's engine brought Aniston back to reality.

The blue coupe seemed to be out of control, with half of its front end rubbing against a waist-high concrete pier, making an unpleasant and harsh friction sound, and the headlights shattered.

The distance was only four or five meters, but Aniston's heart was in her throat.

If Martin hadn't pulled her out of the way in advance, the Mustang would have hit the two of them.

The driver of the car obviously turned the steering wheel, and with a dull bang, the wheel on the passenger side hit the concrete pier.

The Mustang stopped.

Bruce walked around to the rear of the car and stared at the person in the driver's seat.

Martin saw clearly who was in the car, gestured to Bruce, and moved a little closer to that side through the concrete pier.

Aniston followed closely behind Martin, so she felt safe.

The driver's door of the Mustang opened, and as soon as the person stepped out, a voice came out: "Fuck! Damn concrete, why are you blocking my way!"

After the man came down, he kicked the concrete pier: "Get lost! Get out of my way!" He then raised his middle finger at the pier: "Idiot, don't fucking block me!"

Martin reminded: "Hey man, you almost hit us, shouldn't you apologize first?"

The man turned around and faced Martin and Aniston. Instead of apologizing, he cursed: "Fuck!"

Martin took a quick look and made sure he was the right person: Australian actor Heath Ledger.

The other person was staggering, looking excited, with bulging eyes and bloodshot.

Anyone who has been in Hollywood for a while will be familiar with this situation.

Before Martin could react, Heath Ledger stuffed the medicine bottle in his hand into the pocket of his woolen coat and shouted, "Don't get in my way!"

He seemed to be a little confused: "Asshole, bitch, get out of here!"

People who take drugs have problems with their brains. Martin didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he heard the dirty words, he was no longer polite: "Watch your words, you'd better apologize to us!"

Perhaps under normal circumstances, this is a humble and good person.

But after taking drugs, what will happen to you? Even God may not know.

Heath Ledger looked sideways at Martin and Aniston, and as he walked past them, he raised his arm and was about to give them the middle finger.

As she walked, the outstretched arm fell towards Aniston, faintly pointing to her chest.

This is Martin's job, how can he allow others to get involved!

What's more, people like Martin always want to stir up trouble.

Now that the opportunity to cause trouble has been presented to him, how could he let it go?

Without waiting for Heath Ledger to extend his middle finger, Martin grabbed his forearm, twisted it behind his back, kicked Heath Ledger in the knee, and pressed down hard.

“It hurts—”

Heath Ledger screamed as his head was pressed onto the rough concrete pier.

Although there was no glass to hold Coca-Cola, Martin, the god of Coke, twisted Heath Ledger's arm with one hand and pressed the back of his neck with his other elbow. Strongman locks the man!

Aniston was stunned for a moment, but within a few breaths, Martin subdued the man?

Martin turned his head slightly and winked at Aniston.

Bruce had already investigated the studio carefully. The equipment inside was outdated, and due to the privacy and confidentiality of the crew, there were no surveillance cameras installed.

"Asshole! Fuck!" Heath Ledger struggled desperately, but he was like being pressed down by a mountain and couldn't struggle at all. He roared manically: "Damn it, let me go!"

But his voice was immediately drowned out by the shrill screams.

Martin and Aniston, this couple, have recently been studying 72 ways to explore the tunnel and they have a particularly good understanding of each other.

Aniston understood Martin's intention and shouted at the top of her voice: "Morality! Molestation! Save me! Martin, save me quickly..."

The woman's screams could be heard from far away.

Bruce covered his face with his hands. These actors are really good at acting!
Except for Martin, he wouldn't believe a word that Hollywood stars said!
Things like being persecuted, loving deeply, and giving everything for the role will all be discounted by 20%.

Bruce put away his camera phone and put it in his pocket.

Martin held Heath Ledger down and shouted, "What did you do, asshole?"

The other party almost bumped into him and Aniston, so Martin's false accusation came out of his mouth: "Do you want to murder us? What kind of man are you? How dare you bully a woman!"

Heath Ledger's face and mouth were pressed against the rough cement, his drug-induced head groggy and unable to comprehend the exact situation.

Several people came running over to the corner that blocked the parking lot, the first one in the front was the studio's security guard.

Bale, Blanchett and Julianne Moore followed.

The three of them had already left the studio and were preparing to return to the hotel. When they heard Aniston's shout, they rushed over immediately.

Martin saw them, his mind thinking rapidly.

Aniston had auditioned for the set of "I'm Not There" a long time ago and knew that there was a big boss behind the crew, a big boss who was at odds with Martin.

She would not let her little puppy suffer any loss, especially since the other party almost bumped into her and called her a bitch to her face.

Aniston decided to make a big deal out of it, so she pulled out her cell phone, dialed 911, and said to Martin and Bush at the same time, "I'm calling the police!"

Bruce tilted his head to take a look at Heath Ledger's condition. With his rich experience, he would not make a mistake, and immediately nodded slightly to Martin.

Martin said, "Jane, he's doing something bad to us, call the police!"

Who knows what outrageous things people will do after taking drugs, so Martin also wants to be on the safe side.

He and Bruce were not afraid, but Aniston was always left alone in the studio.

As the person was getting closer, Aniston stepped back and leaned against the passenger door of the Mercedes-Benz. Fear was evident on her face as she pressed the dial button to call the police.

The first security guard who ran over recognized Martin and Aniston at a glance, and also recognized who was pinned on the hood of the car. He grabbed the rubber stick at his waist and said, "Mr. Davis, don't be impulsive! What happened?"

"This man did something wrong to Ms. Aniston and me. He almost hit us with his car until I subdued him. I suspect he was taking drugs or high on nicotine." Martin explained the situation quickly and concisely without any nonsense.

After Aniston called the police, she exchanged glances with Martin.

Bruce called the crew and Warner Bros.' representative at the studio, David Heyman, rushed over immediately.

Bale, Blanchett and Julianne Moore have figured out the situation.

Julianne Moore knew Aniston well and came to her side to comfort her.

Bell glanced at Martin and Ledger. He knew Martin, but they had no friendship. However, he got along well with Ledger. He stepped forward and said, "Hey, let's let him go first."

Blanchett is Australian, a stalwart of the Hollywood Australian gang, and would naturally lend a hand to Ledger if she could, so she echoed, "Is there some misunderstanding? Ledger has always been a gentleman, he wouldn't..."

"Misunderstanding?" Martin had no intention of letting him go. He signaled the Mustang with his eyes: "If Jane and I hadn't run fast, we would have been hit by him on the concrete pier! Afterwards, he cursed at Jane and wanted to attack her. I saw it with my own eyes. Do you think this is a misunderstanding?"

Aniston's face was filled with grief and indignation, and she nodded repeatedly.

Even so, Blanchett still did not give up, persuading: "We are here, Ledger can't do anything else."

Martin moved aside slightly to allow Heath Ledger to see his face clearly: "He's on drugs. Do you think he's sober? Can he control himself?"

"Fuck!" Heath Ledger suddenly felt severe pain in his hands and neck. His emotions, which were already dominated by drugs, became even more out of control: "You two pieces of stinky shit, I will never let you go! I will kill you..."

Several security guards quickly stood in front of the stars and reminded them, "Mr. Bale, Ms. Blanchett, please step back and stay away from him."

"He...he's here again!" Aniston threw herself into Julianne Moore's arms, her voice trembling: "I called the police, you have to testify for me!"

Julianne Moore is an American and has nothing to do with the Australian gang. He hugged Aniston comfortingly: "Jen, let's leave here first and wait for the NYPD to come."

The heads of the two crews came over one after another.

In the distance, police lights flashed and sirens blared as the NYPD rushed to the studio as fast as possible.

(End of this chapter)