Exploiting Hollywood 1980.

Chapter 593 Come on, tell Ronald
"A car accident, a car accident, I lost my mind." The ambulance came, and Bruckheimer nervously explained the situation to the people in uniform who came down from above.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

"The heart rate and breathing are normal. The loss of consciousness may be due to a brain injury. Send it to the UCLA Hospital. The first aid there is good."

Ronald and Bruckheimer jumped into the ambulance and escorted Don Simpson to the hospital.

"Patient's name, age, accident history."

"He is my friend Don Simpson, 42 years old. He had a car accident while parking. His head was hit and his face was covered with blood. We didn't see the specific process." Bruckheimer went to answer the questions of the emergency personnel.

"Crash while parking? Drink?"

"No……"

The various detection instruments on Don Simpson's body were connected to the monitor on the hospital bed. Ronald was relieved to see that his heart rate was still stable.

"Wo Zaina? Is the nest swollen?" Don Simpson seemed to have regained his sanity, but his mouth was swollen from the impact, his nose seemed to be broken, the blood was not flowing, and his speech was a little unclear.

"Doctor, doctor, the patient seems to be awake." Ronald quickly called the emergency doctor.

"Does he have a history of drug abuse?" The doctor shined a flashlight on Don Simpson's pupils, and then checked the first aid medication. It is assumed that the patient who was involved in a car accident should not be so excited.

"Uh... all I can say is that his mind may be affected by the drugs." Ronald had no choice but to admit ambiguously.

"Don't worry, we are doctors, we don't care about LAPD. But after 48 hours of observation here, you'd better let him live in a rehabilitation center. In my experience, he will not take less medicine."

"Don is a Hollywood producer, and his job does not allow him to go to a rehabilitation center now," Bruckheimer came to answer.

"Well, this is personal freedom. I'm going to push him to the emergency ward now, where he will be hospitalized for observation for 48 hours."

"Um, ah... Jierui, let's go, wo... Pai Lamu want... Woooo..." Don Simpson, with his mouth swollen into two sausages, still tried his best to talk to Bruckheimer and Ronald. say something.

"Don't worry, the emergency doctor said that you are only injured, as long as you have been treated, you will be fine." Bruckheimer comforted.

"Don, you'll be fine soon!" Ronald was cheering him on.

"Uh...uh..." Don Simpson was dancing on the hospital bed, ignoring the oxygen mask the doctor put on him, and he still wanted to hold Ronald to speak.

"A junkie?" another EMT asked.

The doctor shrugged, "After the commander-in-chief raised the minimum drinking age, the number of patients in car accidents... is almost catching up with drunk driving."

"Stop screaming, I'll let you sleep well," the emergency doctor took out a tranquilizer and stabbed Don Simpson's ass.

"Quick, tell Jerry, tell Ronald...Paramount CEO Frank Mancuso is sending someone...Tom...Kimer...McGillis...be careful." Don Simpson struggled feebly He stopped, then turned his head to one side, and fell asleep.

"Let me tell you, can you continue to work if Don is in this situation?" Ronald called Bud Jr. and drove them to the famous Chinese restaurant in West Hollywood. Moroder.

"It seems that the situation is really bad now. Let's see what the doctor says. If it doesn't work, I can sign and send him to the rehabilitation center first."

"I know one. A friend of mine is inside. It's coming out soon. I heard it was run by a doctor from the Sinai Medical Center. It works well...Hi, George." Ronald saw the Italian composer George Mo Rodel, got up and hugged him.

"This is my partner, Harold Feltmeyer. We started composing the music for the movie together, and I have to say, I couldn't sleep at night after reading the script. It was so exciting. I haven't watched it in a long time. It's time for this kind of lone hero's Hollywood script."

Several people chatted about their understanding of the script while eating. After finishing the three main courses, while waiting for dessert, Ronald chatted with Harold Feltmeyer while holding a wine glass.

Harold Feltmeyer, a composer of German descent, was assigned the task of composing the theme without lyrics.

"My idea for the theme song is to let the audience enter the atmosphere immediately. At the beginning, it is best to have a melody that allows them to immediately enter the mood of the western cowboy, just like the "Red Dead Redemption" Li Moricone gave It's the same as the whistle that Eastwood played." Ronald began to express his understanding.

"Actually, I've already written the theme song." Harold Feltmeyer wiped his mouth with a napkin, speaking with a heavy German accent.

"Really? When can I hear it? Your efficiency is really fast." Ronald couldn't wait to hear it. He was very impressed by the smoky bell melody in his dream.

"Um, I just wrote the melody, I haven't had time to find someone to record the demo, when do you want to hear it?" Harold Faltermeyer replied.Originally, the filming of a normal movie is finished, and the episode is introduced only when the editing starts. Why is the director so anxious?
"I want to listen to it after dinner." Ronald wanted to know very urgently, did the other party just write the song in his dream?

The melody of the bell at the beginning can quickly bring out the emotions of the audience. This is a sharp weapon to mobilize the audience's hormones, which is no less than another killer feature of this film.

"This...well, I'll find someone to record a demo later in the evening. I can almost record it tonight, and I can give it to you tomorrow morning."

"Don't let it be tomorrow morning. I have to go to a meeting with the naval adviser tomorrow morning. Call me whenever you record it, no matter how late it is."

"Then I'll go now." Harold Feltmeyer stopped eating dessert, and immediately stood up and went back to the studio.

Early the next morning, Ronald was in his office, waiting for Pete Pettigrew, a naval adviser and messenger, to come over to discuss the latest Pentagon comments on the script.

He was wearing a Sony Walkman on his head, and what was playing in it was exactly two o'clock last night. Harold Feltmeyer found a guitarist, Steven Stevens, to play the guitar overnight, and he played the piano himself. Sample theme song.

"When...when...when..." Harold's imitation of the bell on the piano, although not as perfect as in his dream, was already very contagious, and everyone who heard it said it was very exciting.

"Ronald, the Navy, mainly has these opinions on the script." Pete Pettigrew, a former Top Gun lecturer, turned to several controversial places in the script.

"First, there is a problem with the ending of the stupid goose being hit by machine guns in the air during the conflict with the enemy. This will make the public think that the navy's fighter jets are not capable, and they are not as good as our Soviet Union fighter jets.

"But at this point in the story, the goose must die, so as to promote the transformation of the Lone Ranger." Ronald was anxious.

"I didn't say not to die, but I have to change the way of death. The death of the stupid goose is reminiscent of the quality problem of the Tomcat fighter. For example, we can let him die in an accident."

"Then think of an accident for me. I don't know what kind of accident can make people not doubt the power of fighter jets."

"Okay," Pettigrew began to write down. He had a lot of friends in the Navy, his apprentices were all elite pilots, and he knew almost all the accidents of F-14A.

"Then you know, Instructor Charlie cannot be a military officer. The Pentagon has made it clear that she must be a civilian specialist employed by the Navy. We cannot tolerate a relationship between two officers."

"Okay, just settle it," Ronald also made a note, and quickly asked the hair stylist, costume stylist, and makeup artist to concentrate on creating a working girl image for McGillis.

"Is there any more?" Ronald looked up at the other party.

"What's more, in the beginning of the battle on the aircraft carrier, the jaguar couldn't be dizzy in the air because of his timidity. We have to think of a braver person for him, and he has psychological problems. Navy pilots can't be A coward."

"I wrote it down, and you can help me think about it when the time comes." Ronald closed his notebook, he took off his earphones, handed them to Pete Pettigrew, and listened to our theme song. How does it feel?

Pete Pettigrew listened for a while, his eyes lit up, "This melody is very suitable for the navy."

"Very well, when the time comes to shoot, I will let all the actors listen to it every day."

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"This piece of music is really, it makes people's blood surge."

Tom Cruise also came to the office and was very happy after listening to a tape of the theme song that Ronald had prepared for him.

He told Paula to put away the tapes in his Walkman, and continued to shake his head and listen to the theme song.

This tape is the lines of the script. Because of dyslexia, Tom Cruise has to recite the lines of the scene to be filmed every day. When the script was read last time, he just memorized it by rote, and he struggled to identify the lines in the script. The text barely made a fool of myself.

"Tuk tuk," Bruckheimer knocked on the door.

"That's it, Tom, get ready, we're going to start filming next week."

Ronald got up and went with Bruckheimer to see Don Simpson in the hospital.

"This is his blood test report. If you look at these three data, his... content is very high. Your friend is on the verge of sudden death at any time."

The doctor showed them what Don Simpson appeared to be a mixture of various drugs.

"I think, for the sake of his life, you'd better send him to a rehabilitation center for a while."

Bruckheimer and Ronald looked at each other, and it seemed that Tang had to go in to recuperate for a while to recover his body.

When Don Simpson woke up from the hospital bed, he saw several burly men. They were the staff of the rehabilitation center who came to pick him up.

Don didn't know what was going on and started yelling, crying and fussing.

"Don't worry, it's your friend Bruckheimer, and Ronald, they put you in touch with the rehab center. Just go and live there for a while."

"I'm going to call Jerry and Ronald, I have important matters to discuss with them, and ask them to bring the script and costume photos. Ah!"

The doctor in the rehabilitation center administered another tranquilizer on Tang's buttocks.

"The script, the set photo, what is that? Is it the name of a new type of drug?"

The doctor asked several staff members who were transporting uncooperative patients.

"I don't know, shall we start moving?" They pointed to Don Simpson who was starting to sleep on the bed.

"Move, these..., the acting skills are very good, don't be fooled by them."

"I'm not... Come on, tell Ronald, tell Jerry..."

"You'd better go to the rehabilitation center and call them yourself." Two big men carried Don Simpson, who was about to fall asleep, into the ambulance.

(End of this chapter)