"Yes, we meet again." Scorsese raised his thick black eyebrows, and calmly stretched out his hand to shake Sean's hand, "You can call me Martin."

"It's an honor," Sean smiled slightly. "With all due respect, Martin, what made you want to make a biopic about Howard Hughes?"

"You think it's a little weird for me to direct a biopic?" Scorsese narrowed his eyes.

"Of course not. Any great director will try his best to make movies with various themes. I won't be surprised if you make a children's movie for yourself and all the children one day," Sean said sincerely

Said, "I'm just curious."

Scorsese smiled and finally showed some kindness: "It's very simple. His story attracted me. There are few people who are as legendary as him. He is a genius, an out-and-out genius.

No matter what he does, whether he can make movies, build airplanes, or fly airplanes, he can achieve results that others cannot. But he is also a contradictory person, confident and even arrogant, but at the same time he has severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

entangled together, like...like..."

"Like two sides of the same coin, the same thing creates completely different pictures." Sean immediately added.

"Yes, very true," Scorsese smiled even more. "Isn't this curious? So I had a plan to put it on the screen for a long time, but I just started to do it now."

"It seems that Harvey is right. I am really lucky. If you had spent a year preparing this morning, I might not have been able to participate in the audition." Sean said this immediately, although he seemed a little careless, but his eyes

Always looking at Scorsese.

The old man didn't answer, his expression was a little subtle, his eyelids were drooped behind the glasses, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's not necessarily true. With the mature temperament you show, maybe Martin will have to prepare two years in advance before he has nothing to do with you." Weinstein was also interesting enough, and at this time he intervened to help.

"Let's put it this way, Sean," Scorsese sighed at this time, "your audition was very good. I watched it from beginning to end. You were also engaged and your acting skills were remarkable. You captured the youthfulness of Hughes."

That kind of confidence and unruliness that I had when I met you. Moreover, now that I have a face-to-face communication with you, I am quite surprised that you have indeed learned a lot about Hughes."

Obviously, Sean's straightforward questioning still had a certain effect. Scorsese didn't hate this kind of directness, but it didn't mean that he recognized him.

After a pause, Scorsese spoke again: "But you have to understand, Sean, what I need is a more complex Howard Hughes between 20 and 50 years old, who is unruly and confident.

, is also helpless and irritable. Although he is always moving forward at a rapid pace, there are still things he cannot do, such as not getting the woman he loves, and almost being unable to cope with Congressional inquiries."

Sean's face was slightly ugly, which was tantamount to rejection, and it was the last reason he wanted to hear.

"Are you sure I can't do what you want, Martin?" After a moment of silence, he asked.

This was somewhat rude, but Scorsese was not angry. He just shrugged calmly: "I believe you can do it, Sean. Your acting skills are excellent, but there are still some shortcomings."

"In other words, Mr. Tang, you have become famous too quickly and you still need time to settle down." Before Sean could defend himself, a somewhat bald middle-aged man who had been standing next to him interrupted and said, "Send it over here."

We have carefully reviewed all your information, the movies you have participated in, and the videos you have shown yourself in. Please believe that we will make a fair selection."

"Who is this?" Although he was extremely angry in his heart, Sean remained calm on the surface and showed just the right amount of doubt.

"Brian, Brian Johnson, one of Martin's assistant directors." The other party reached out and touched Sean, and then said in a very sincere tone, "You are a great actor, Sean.

"

"Thank you, but what I want to say is..." Sean still wanted to continue working hard.

"Bryan has made it very clear, Sean," Scorsese interrupted, "We have read and understood all your information. If it is our business to make a decision, please be patient.

Just take a couple of days and the results will appear soon."

Then, before Sean could say anything else, he raised a hand: "Okay, that's it, Sean, it's nice to see you here."

After saying that, he nodded to Weinstein and left with Johnson. After they left, Weinstein patted Sean on the shoulder and left without saying anything.

Sean stood there for a long time, then he let out a long breath and looked at Sanders with a wry smile, who was following him and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"It seems like we screwed up?" he said gloomily.

"Maybe... there is another way?" Sanders said with some uncertainty, "For example, getting an opportunity to communicate with Scorsese in private?"

"It's not that easy, and... I'm afraid it won't work tonight," Sean shook his head, and then sighed, "Too frequent contact will only waste the only good impression the other party has, but he also said it before

, the results will be available within two days at most, how can I have private contact with him in such a short period of time?"

As he spoke, he showed a wry smile: "He really doesn't like me because I'm young and because I became famous too quickly, so he doesn't think I can capture Hughes' characteristics from beginning to end."

"That's what the assistant director said. He can't represent Scorsese." Sanders advised.

"Really? Do you really think so?" A voice suddenly sounded, and then the Scorsese's assistant director from before reappeared in front of the two of them.

Sean and Sanders were both stunned for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed. The other party might have heard those few words just now.

"What's the matter, Mr. Johnson?" Sean coughed dryly immediately.

"Some bad things, Mr. Tang." Johnson shrugged, "There are some things that Martin is not comfortable talking about, but I don't have that scruple. As an assistant director, sometimes I have to do things that are difficult for him to do."

Sean frowned immediately: "For example?"

"I admit that you are a good actor, Mr. Tang," Johnson said calmly, "As mentioned before, we have seen all your information, photos, audition videos and your video tapes, and it is indeed a bit surprising.

However, I have to say for Martin, you have already lost the election, so don't waste your efforts."

Sean was stunned for several seconds, as if he didn't understand what he was saying. After a while, he asked dryly: "You came back just to tell me this?"

"Yes, I know this is a bit cruel, but I still want to come here and tell you," Johnson shrugged, "please don't bother Martin again."

At the end of the sentence, his tone sounded a little impatient. If he waved his hand again, it would be like swatting away flies.

"Is it because I'm young and became famous too quickly?" Sean, who was holding back his anger, said in a questioning tone.

"That's right," the other party replied simply and neatly, "Let me make it clear, Mr. Tang, you are not qualified to cooperate with Martin now, even though you were nominated for an Oscar, served as a producer, and won a Grammy.

But in Martin's eyes, he is no better than other actors, and it is already good enough to agree to your audition."

Sean's face suddenly became a little ugly, and Sanders, who had been frowning next to him, asked aloud: "Are you sure this is what Mr. Scorsese meant?"

Johnson looked him up and down, and then sneered: "Believe it or not is up to you. Of course you can confront Martin, but Martin will never admit it, and in the future..."

He didn't say any more, but both of them understood what he meant, and then the other party left with a sneer.

"Calm down, Sean." Sanders said while grinding his teeth as he watched the guy leave.

"I'm calm..." Sean's face flushed a lot at first and his fists were clenched tightly, but it soon subsided and he became a little less interested.

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here anymore." He said and walked towards the door without looking back, as if he didn't want to stay for a second longer.

"Wait, Sean, are we just leaving like this?" Sanders followed up and asked urgently.

"Then what else can we do?" Sean asked without looking back, with strong unwillingness and disappointment in his tone, "You heard what I said just now, and you're not qualified? Damn it, you're not qualified!"

"Wait, Sean, listen to me," Sanders stopped him, "Don't you think this is a little strange? Although Scorsese did say some concerns, it was Johnson who said the unqualified words.

of."

"So what?" Sean stared at him and asked bitterly, "Don't mention talking about this in private again, Sandy, do you think Scorsese said it in front of me and didn't even think about it?

Over you?!"

He raised his voice as he spoke: "Don't you understand, he doesn't like me, he hates me! He only agreed to my audition just to make up the numbers!"

Even though it was already at the door and not many people were around, there were still a few people in the distance who glanced this way. Sean looked back to inquire, and then walked out again.

Sanders stood there and clenched his fists. After a few seconds, he waved his hand fiercely and rushed forward in a few steps. He grabbed Sean and asked in a low voice: "You give up like this? You give up like this?! Who is it?"

You can’t give up until the last second! Who worked so hard for the role of Hughes? Now it’s just an assistant director coming over and passing a few words, and you’re going to give up? Those ideas we thought of, those we made

All your hard work was in vain? Look at me, Sean, tell me if it was in vain!"

Facing these questions, Sean looked at him for a long time, then lowered his head: "That's enough, Sandy, that's enough. As Fred said, there are always imperfections in this world. I

I have also said that not all efforts will be rewarded.”

He reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, Sandy, but it doesn't matter. As long as you work hard and be worthy of yourself, it will be enough."
Chapter completed!