Murphy was silent and seemed to be considering the meaning of Ross s words.
Ross saw that Murphy did not speak, low cough, added, "I have a large amount of free money in my hands."
"So."
Hearing this, Murphy already understood Ross's intentions, smiled, and politely refused, "I'm not short of money for the time being, I will definitely call you when I have insufficient funds."
He sighed long and hard in the bottom of his heart, the moment he finished his words even his hands and feet were a little cold, a lot of things in this world are always so helpless, could it be that when the environment changes, the relationship between people will also change?
Whether Ross's idea was impromptu or if it was there before he came, he didn't know, but had to reject it, even if it might result in the two of them never being able to be the same to each other as they had been in the prison in the first place.
Giving Murphy another look, Ross nodded and said nothing more, turning to deal with the roast on top of the table.
Murphy didn't say anything either, and no inner waves could be seen on his calm face as he just focused on enjoying his dinner.
This kind of thing can't start at all, once there is a start, it will fall into a dead cycle.
Ross quickly finished eating, stood up and said, "I still have something to do, I'll leave first."
After saying that, he waved to the people at the other table, and Murphy didn't hold back, sending them out of the restaurant.
Watching Ross's car go away, Murphy went back to the restaurant to finish settling the bill, came out and walked in the opposite direction, on the way he frowned, the day he left the prison and chose the career he was pursuing, he and Ross were on two very different paths.
Ross had helped him a lot, it seemed that he should also help Ross's favor, if it was something else, Murphy would not hesitate to agree, but the consequences of this kind of thing is quite serious, especially he may also be the Los Angeles Police Department stared at, once investigated and punished, I am afraid that they will go to jail again.
To be honest, he also did not expect Ross to make such a request, money laundering this kind of thing has already exceeded the boundaries of helping between friends.
Turning his head to look at the direction Ross left, Murphy sighed, copied his pockets, and walked steadfastly towards the front.
In the following days, Murphy packed up the rented house, and Stanton Studios had an official office, but after the crew of Fruity Hard Candy was disbanded, he was once again the only employee.
It was a good thing that Paul Wilson would be graduating in the summer, and the next few months would still be dominated by internships, and after hearing that Murphy was preparing for a new project, he had already said that he would continue to work for Stanton Studios.
Recruitment of manpower can be put to later, Murphy is not in a hurry, after the house is packed out, he hides inside the study at home to prepare for the new movie project.
One of them was watching videos, he rented a large number of horror movies from a nearby video chain store, intending to watch at least three a day, and then combine them with the main plot from his memory to write a suitable script.
The new movie would be like Fruity Hard Candy, and it would also be a big scale Cut movie.
The nearly million dollars that Stanton Studios had on its books, which was a lot of money even in a city like Los Angeles, seemed like a lot, but it was still a drop in the bucket for making a movie.
A small investment in a movie had to be the only option.
As time moved into February of 2001, schools in North America were opening and people were looking for them.
"I'm back!"
Hearing the doorbell, Murphy went downstairs and opened the door to his room, outside stood a blonde girl, "You're not happy to see me hey!"
Murphy rubbed his somewhat stiff face, hurriedly stepped aside from the doorway, greeted Carey Mulligan as she came in, and said, "I've been too tired these past few days, I'm not in the best of spirits."
"Still watching horror movies?" Carey Mulligan asked with concern.
During the phone calls in the past few days, Murphy had mentioned this aspect to her.
Murphy led the way, out of the foyer and into the living room, "Too much to watch, some of it makes me want to throw up."
Too many American plasma movies was not good at all.
"I told you well ...," Carey Mulligan looked at the desk with a partition in the living room, and casually left her bag on it, "Don't get too tired, be careful of the headache again."
"It's too messy here," Murphy headed toward the stairs, "Let's go upstairs."
Carey Mulligan followed Murphy and entered the study on the second floor, after entering, he first turned off the TV and the video player, and opened the south-facing window, a fresh breeze blew in, and the suffocating feeling in the study dissipated a lot.
"Make yourself comfortable." Murphy pointed to the chair in front of the desk and made himself behind the desk, "Tea?"
"No," Carey Mulligan looked east and west curiously, "I'm not thirsty."
"You ... "Murphy poured himself a cup of tea and looked across the table at Carey Mulligan, "Don't seem quite the same."
That doll face is still innocent and lovely, short blonde broken hair combed neatly, looks nothing different from the past Carey Mulligan, but Murphy always felt that something had changed.
Carey Mulligan bristled, "Because I've been suffering in hell for a month!"
With indignation in her eyes, she said in a sneering tone, "The great Mr. and Mrs. Mulligan hired an English manners teacher for me!"
Murphy nodded sympathetically; it was horrible to think of such a thing.
"I was tortured by her for a whole month!" Carey Mulligan raised a finger and said with a few grips, "It's simply a miracle that I made it through without dying."
Looking at Murphy, her grasping expression instantly dissipated, shaking her head, she said, "If I hadn't still been able to talk to you on the phone, I definitely wouldn't have been able to make it through."
Murphy picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling a little better in spirit, and comforted, "It's all over now."
"Well ...," Carey Mulligan nodded softly, removing the hairpin from her head and tossing it onto the table, "I never want to go back to London again."
Thinking of Mr. and Mrs. Mulligan who were far away in London, Murphy secretly shook his head, those two had a stereotypical and stubborn personality, and they didn't know how to communicate with their daughter at all.
Carey Mulligan saw that Murphy didn't say anything, slightly raised her voice, "I'm telling the truth, not joking with you."
She plopped down on the table and strutted her chin with both hands, "I'll be sixteen by May, and I'll be able to drop out of school."
"Drop out?" Murphy looked at her curiously.
"Yeah, just drop out." Carey Mulligan pivoted and said very seriously, "School, my parents, my homework ... all of this is tying me down, I'm sick of it, I'm going to drop out, I'm going to be a real actor."
She blinked her big soulful eyes and said pitifully, "You'll support me, won't you, Murph?"
Murphy smiled, seemingly serious but actually casual, and returned, "I'll always support you."
"Great!" Carey Mulligan jumped straight up from the top of her chair and exclaimed, "I'm going to break into Hollywood with you! I'll be the best actor and you'll be the greatest director!"
She jumped over and took Murphy's hand, "Come on, let's go out."
Murphy didn't know what she was going to do and slowly stood up.
Carey Mulligan pulled him towards the stairs, saying as she walked, "Let's go see a movie together, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I finally get to see me on the big screen!"
When she said this, Murphy remembered that he had isolated himself from the world these days, forgetting that Fruit Hard Candy had been pushed into theaters by Miramax after a brief promotion.