The My Hollywood System
Chapter 70

April 6, 2011, 10:43

Little Lever Street, Manchester City.

"action!"

The crowd slowly parted, and the camera focused on Sherlock, and slowly, Watson walked up to him and gave the paper bag a cone-shaped chip, "Here we go. Why the fish and chips store," Watson glanced back at the supposed store. , "I don't understand."

Holmes picked up a piece, and as he chewed, he replied, "Well, there's a certain beer they use to make dough. A north stout, exactly."

"You know, Holmes," Watson began to say as they walked down a crowded street, "I have seen things in war that I do not understand. In India, I once met a man who predicted his own death down to the number and placement of the bullets that killed him."

Watson walked ahead, and Sherlock followed.

The camera is at the end of a crowded street, focused on both.

Watson looked at his wand, carefully placing it on an uneven and dirty path while continuing, "You must admit. Holmes, that a supernatural explanation for the case is theoretically possible."

Now, they had arrived at the end of the road, when Sherlock replied, "Alright, agree. But, it's a big mistake to theorize before someone has the data." Sherlock paused and looked at Watson; he added, "Inevitably, one begins to distort facts to fit the theory, rather than the theory that fits the facts."

One might notice in this scene that Sherlock and Watson are much taller than everyone else. This was because they were now standing on a stage about 1 foot tall and were also wearing brighter clothes compared to the others on the street. This helps them get into the focus of the camera and makes it easier for the audience to focus on the two main characters.

They walked back, turned to the next street.

"That said, I believe Adler's midget is the key to this." Sherlock continued to speak and showed something held in his finger to Watson. It was a watch.

He raised it in front of his face and kept checking it.

"really. Scratches around the keyhole where the watch is turned. What does that mean?"

Watson replied, "The man was most likely drunk. Every time he turned his watch, his hand slipped, so it was scratched."

"It's good, Watson." Sherlock put down his watch, "You yourself have developed considerable deductive power. Hm." Sherlock drew the clock closer to her, and looked at her; she added, "Let's see now. There are several sets of early score–"

"Mark Pawnshop." Watson interrupted.

"It's so good." Sherlock answered without taking his eyes off the watch and added, "The latest is MH'," Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stopped, "MHMH is for ...?"

Watson continued walking forward, and he stopped; sherlock also raised his head.

The cameras were now behind them, and recording as they raised their heads and spoke in unison while staring at the shop signboard.

"Madison and Haig."

The camera in front is now turning.

They glanced at each other for a moment, with Watson smiling lightly.

It turned out that Sherlock already knew everything, and they walked into this store all along.

Sherlock put down his watch as he said, "They should be able to give us an address."

With a slight smile on his face, Watson watched Sherlock walk into the store.

Looking at the road for a moment, he lifted his head again and looked at the back of Sherlock holmes who was walking.

"It's a coincidence."

The camera from behind rotated as Watson stepped in and followed Sherlock.

In front of him, Sherlock paused his steps, he put his hand in his pocket, and walked backwards as Watson began to say, "One thing you failed to deduce from that watch, Holmes."

"really? I don't think so." Holmes answered in a real voice.

They now stepped into the store, which turned out to be another bustling alley, with several women standing by the side, and children playing.

"Time." Watson added emphasis to his voice, "I must return, Holmes."

"Hm. Drink tea with in-laws." Holmes replied indifferently.

However, before Watson could reply, a woman dressed in rags, holding a smoke pipe, suddenly interrupted them and walked forward, "According to you, Mister?"

"Absolutely not," Sherlock replied without stopping his steps and continued walking.

"No, thank you, ma'am" Watson said.

The woman, an astrologer, pointed at them while saying, "You must hear what I have to say."

Sherlock continued walking, and without turning, with his face slightly tilted to the right, he replied, "We don't need to," He turned to the side as he continued, "from your lucky heather, gypsy woman."

The camera was once again in the corner in front of them.

Watson simply shook his head as he continued walking.

Just then, the woman walked forward, while Sherlock stopped her steps, and she said, "Even if it has something to do with Mary?" He pursed his lips and placed a smoke pipe on his lips while turning his attention to Watson.

Sherlock looked at Watson.

Mary is Watson's fiancee.

Watson stopped, now a slight frown formed on his face. He stood just inches away from the camera, confusion and shock on his face after hearing the woman's last words being appropriately captured.

The woman walked over, now a little arrogant, taking one long step, and she slowly stood beside Watson.

Watson turned around, but before she could say anything, the astrologer woman grabbed her hand and looked at her palm with a frown on her face.

"Oh. Oh. I saw two men. A brother. Not bloody. But in Bond."

Watson glanced at Sherlock, who was staring at the fortune teller.

"What about Maria?" Watson asked the astrologer.

"M for Mary, for the wedding." With a surprised tone and expression, the clairvoyant added, "Oh, you will get married."

Watson nodded his head, "Continue."

"Oh." The fortuneteller frowned again as he stared at the palm of the first hand, "I saw a patterned tablecloth and, oh, porcelain figurines."

The camera caught Sherlock raising his head and narrowing his eyes.

"..and, oh, lace napkins," said the astrologer with a grimacing tone.

"Hm. Doilies." Sherlock repeated while staring at an unknown place. As if immersed in his mind.

"Lace doilies." Watson put away her hand while turning towards Sherlock, after suddenly realizing that Sherlock must have paid this woman to tear him apart, "Holmes? Does your depravity know no bounds?"

"No," Sherlock said without looking at him, still staring at something in front of him.

"What about warts?" Sherlock asked, looking straight.

"Oh, he's full of warts!" The astrologer added, his pouting face strangely showed obvious signs of 'scam' and disgust.

"Enough" said Watson.

"Are they broad?" Holmes emphasized, his voice now a little louder.

"Please, enough." Watson defeated the voice of the former.

Sherlock walked forward while looking at Watson, as the clairvoyant also looked at Watson with a deep frown on his face while sucking on the smoke pipe.

"That's the most precise prediction Flora has made over the years," Sherlock says, "And exactly the reason why you can't find a matching ring."

"Do you have my money?" asked Watson, now a little upset.

"You're afraid of living without that horrible sensation" Sherlock said.

"Did you get my cut from the fight?" Watson wasn't kidding because he went straight to Sherlock.

The two cameras meticulously captured every expression and action of them, from squinting to bursts of words.

"Remember me" said Sherlock.

"Give me my money!" says Watson.

Both insisted on their own.

"Give me my money!"

"Aci!"

The two shouted, and Watson pursed his lips, "Holmes."

Sherlock looked into his eyes and saw the first one smiling.

He turned around and saw a shop with posters.

[Madison & Haig. Plenty of Ring Options For Every Wallet.]

"So" whispered Holmes.

Holmes turned around and took out two paper receipts from the pocket of his coat.

Watson took one, "Thank you."

Without saying anything else, he entered the shop.

***

"Cut!"

will said, and Anthony beside him smiled as the scene ended. He walked over to Jeffrey and saw the scene on camera.

The scene had become overwhelming, and there was no need to take it anymore.

"Will, will you take it again?"

levi asked, and Will laughed as he waved his hand.

"No, it's perfect. Good job, everybody! Let's take a 10-minute break and move on to the next scene."

Everyone cheered to hear him, and Levi walked back to his agent. On the other hand, Robert walked towards her.

"Will, are we really filming the fight scene tomorrow?"

"Yes, why? You're not confident?"

The fight scene Robert talks about is what happened at the beginning of the film. It was one of the coolest scenes in the film and portrayed an image of Holmes who could defend himself even while fighting.

This was the last important scene before they could move to the end.

"No, I'm confident. In fact, I even started to really like wing Chun. I requested that I could prepare for the fight scene, and I actually had a request."

"What request?"

"I want to do my own fight scene like a real fight?"

Will's eyes were wide open to hear it. They had summoned a fierce-looking boxer to record the fight scene, and it was commendable enough that Robert did all of his own stunts.

But this request is too extreme.

"No, I can't do that, Robert. What if you have a serious injury? The whole shooting will stop."

"I've already talked about it with Master Lan, and she said I'll be fine. First of all, we'll follow the script, and only punches and kicks will be real."

For the record, Master Lan was a martial artist who trained Robert.

"Stay, the face of an actor is the most important thing for him. It wouldn't be ideal if you get a facial injury because we still have an end left."

"Makeup will handle that."

Will was at a loss for words to hear it. What Robert said would definitely raise the level of the film.

It would be as iconic as Heath Ledger asking Christan Bale to punch him in the interrogation scene in [The Dark Knight].

'What should I do?'

Will ponder.

As a director, he was pleased that Robert was proactive in his role and even tried to break down barriers in acting. At the same time, he was afraid that he would ruin his face in the fight scene and would need several weeks to recover.

'However, this might really help his career. The media will be happy if this comes out.'

Will suddenly thought of that.

Compared to her alternative life, she was not famous and did not have the background to raise the status of the film. So, a crazy thing like this could actually help with movie publicity.

After all, both the media and the film fraternity love actors who go to great lengths for their films.

That was why, in the end, he finally agreed.

"Okay, let's do it like that."