When he returned home, the eastern sky had a hint of whiteness, but Murphy was not drowsy. He went to the workroom to turn on the laptop, took the police receiver from the car, and looked at the computer. The instructions for use were stored above, and also the police code of the Los Angeles police.
The memory left by former Murphy told him that he wanted to make money through the freelance journalist industry, which is an indispensable tool.
As long as there is an emergency, this police receiver can capture every public contact conversation of the Los Angeles police.
For example, in a car accident last night, if someone called the police at that time, the police control platform would contact the nearest police by calling the car receiver, so that they could rush to the scene as quickly as possible.
With this police receiver, Murphy can receive similar messages, choose the type he wants, and then rush to shoot clips about it.
However, the police often use codes in their conversation and normal people don't understand it at all.
The predecessor was also a caring person. The laptop had records of the type of police code used by the Los Angeles police and the meaning of the representative.
For example, the 148 incident represents resistance to arrest, the 187 incident represents homicide, the 211 incident represents armed robbery, etc...
Looking through the police code, and studying the usage of the police receiver for a while, Murphy finally couldn't help but feel better and went to sleep in another room.
He slept until mid-afternoon. He went downstairs and bought some fast food to solve the problem of eating. Murphy went back to the shabby building, sat in front of the laptop, tapped the keyboard attentively, and continued to improve the script that had been written for a long time.
Even knowing that the sale of newcomers and new scripts may be infinitely low, Murphy did not give up hope.
Over the next half month, Murphy quit his job in the auto repair shop and divided his life into two parts. After dinner, he drove off with a camcorder and a police receiver. He drove off in West Hollywood, Beverly Hills, and San Francisco. Murphy turns around, looking for any valuable news or clues. As long as he gets useful information from the police receiver, he will rush to the scene of the incident as quickly as possible to shoot. The previous Murphy was familiar with the entire Los Angeles area and this played an extremely important role.
On the other hand, after returning to the dilapidated apartment in the wee hours of the morning, Murphy slept first, and after waking up in the afternoon, he decided to perfect the script or check the open job advertisements, not letting go of any chance to really enter Hollywood.
Murphy's work and life for more than ten days have been much smoother than before. Nearly 20 videos of car accidents, fires, fights, etc. have been shot before and after. , Most of them were successfully sold to Channel 6 of the Fox Los Angeles Regional Station.
In particular, he was lucky enough to shoot a video of Madonna Siconi dating British director Guy Ritchie in West Hollywood, which was introduced by Carla to the entertainment channel of Fox Television, earning a full three thousand US dollars.
With a relatively stable source of income, the first thing Murphy did was to pay off the debt, returning the car, the borrowed mobile phone, and US dollars to Rose in full, and then buying corresponding substitutes for himself from the second-hand market. For the second-hand Ford car, a bracket that could hold the camera was specially modified in the front passenger seat so that it can shoot while driving.
In addition, he printed out multiple copies of the two scripts and mailed them to the six major Hollywood companies, as well as dozens of other film companies and studios, large and small. There were no surprises, and no reply was received for the time being.
In addition, Murphy also went to interviews with many crews, which were not ideal. He had to face problems because of a British director's head and previous convictions, which made these crews dare not use him lightly.
Nearly a month after being released from prison, Murphy successfully solved the basic survival problems, but entering Hollywood still remained at the level of dreams.
It was dry and hot in Los Angeles in August. Even if the sun had turned to the sea, the temperature was still scary. Murphy parked the car next to the Santa Monica Beach Boulevard, and the sea breeze blew in from the open car window, bringing a rare experience. A hint of coolness.
Looking at the time, Murphy took the phone and dialed another number again.
"Hello there..."
Unlike the busy tone ten minutes ago, a formulaic voice rang out, "This is the Twentieth Century Fox Editors' Department."
"Excuse me, I am a screenwriter." Murphy said as simply as possible, "My name is Murphy Stanton, I am a screenwriter. I have submitted a script to your company and want to ask you about the results of your review. "
"Thank you for contacting Twentieth Century Fox."
The voice in the receiver was very polite and calm, "Sir, after we read your script, we will contact you."
Murphy wanted to say something else, the other party said two more politely and then hung up the phone.
'That's it, it's the same reply again!'
The phone was thrown in the passenger seat, Murphy was somewhat unhappy, "Why do all the film companies do this?"
The person just now didn't even ask the name of the script he delivered!
Today, a somewhat anxious Murphy, who was waiting recently, made a phone call to several film companies, and the answers he got were similar to those just now. The person who answered the phone was very polite, and what he said was just like a routine.
Seeing the sun getting closer and closer to the sea level in the west, Murphy sighed. He was basically sure that the way to deliver the script was very unreliable. The chance of a new script being selected is no more than one in a few million just like buying a lottery ticket.
There is no network for him, no money, no fame, and no capital that can be used. Even people with special experiences like their own want to shine in the extremely realistic circle of Hollywood in a short time, and the difficulty cannot be described by the epic level it goes way beyond that.
A newcomer's script had attracted countless people to compete for it. Is there a more ridiculous joke than this?
By this time, Murphy basically gave up the idea of relying on the script to succeed quickly, and the idea of stepping forward step by step became more and more clear.
The sun finally fell into the sea. He went outside and simply ate dinner. Murphy returned to the car and turned on the police receiver. As in the past, he screened the police signals for useful information, but tonight his luck was not so good, till the sky was completely dark, he did not get any valuable clues.
So he started the car and drove towards the Santa Monica Valley. It is in the downtown area, places such as Santa Monica and West Hollywood where rich and elite gather is where the police attach more importance and The police force deployed here is more skilled.
The law and order in the rich areas are getting better and the slums are getting worse and worse. This is what Murphy has learned from his field experience.
But unless there is a large-scale coalition or serial killings in the slums, the news there will not have much value. The general public likes to see the unfortunate anti-elite culture and psychology of the elite or the rich, which is the same in North America as in any other country in the world.
It's just that the public security in the wealthy area has improved, making this kind of news appear less and less on TV, but it also highlights the value of Murphy's work. After all, scarcity can at high prices.
Since selling the first video, Murphy spends most of his working hours in the wealthy areas relatively close to the sea and valleys. Even if there is an emergency in the city center, he rarely rushes there.
The Ford sedan ran eastward along Seventh Street in Santa Monica. Murphy's eyes were watching the front, and his ears kept catching every sound made by the police receiver. Perhaps his recent good luck ran out when he went around Santa Monica, there was no information worth rushing to shoot there.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, here was the bustling Santa Monica, the traffic on the street was not decreasing but tended to increase. Murphy deliberately turned around the streets lined with bars and nightclubs, hoping to have a lucky encounter, events such as drunkenness and mischief of Hollywood stars.
Although Santa Monica is the home of many Hollywood stars, such good things are not encountered every day. Murphy turned around without any gain, so he went to try his luck at the Santa Monica Valley.
The Santa Monica Valley is filled with wealthy people. People with a career like Murphy, who want to buy real estate here, don't even think about it, it's that expensive.
Murphy drove slowly along the road, and the entire valley area seemed extremely quiet. Ordinary people would like the quietness here, but he wouldn't.
"I hope something happens here, even if it's a burglary."
Controlling the steering wheel, Murphy kept talking to himself in the car, hoping that this quiet residential area would have some accidents or violent incidents quickly so that he can shoot some valuable things, He hoped to at least get back the gas money.
I bought this second-hand Ford, the cost of refitting the co-pilot camera bracket, plus finding a lawyer for myself, due to all this Murphy actually doesn't have much money anymore. People who are poor have short ambitions. In a situation like him, the most urgent thing is undoubtedly to be able to quickly make another fortune.
The drive was counterproductive. Until the time when he was about to drive out of the Santa Monica Valley, the police receiver did not send any valuable clues. Instead, a vehicle rammed a street light in the West Hollywood area. The police command platform summoned a nearby police car to patrol.
Murphy couldn't help stepping on the gas pedal and preparing to go. After all, it was not very far from there. If he went there in time, he may get valuable pictures, at least he can get some gas money back.
Just as Murphy stepped on the accelerator and the car was just speeding up, a sudden female voice rang from the police receiver on the vehicle.
"All units located in Santa Monica, Incident 211 occurred at House 17 Bill Road in the Valley District! Repeat, this is Incident 211..."
Hearing this, Murphy didn't even think about it, and immediately stepped on the brakes to turn around, and the car rushed towards the road at a much faster speed than before.
Bill Road was not far from the road he was driving on, only three intersections.
The Ford sedan was like a black bolt of lightning, and Murphy's driving was not only full of energy but he was also obviously a little excited.
The 211 incident meant armed robbery. If he remembers correctly, very wealthy people lived near Bill Road in the valley.
What kind of big price can the news fetch for the armed robbery of extremely wealthy people?