Los Angeles Country Club, VIP Lounge.
Martin and Leonardo had already arrived, Nicholson had not.
"That old bastard, didn't get drained by Jennifer Lawrence, did he?" Leonardo glanced at his watch, "Half an hour late!"
Martin remembered that the old bastard had a heart condition and pulled out his phone to make a call.
The door knock sounded, and Bruce went to open it—Nicholson had arrived.
He came in and sat down on the sofa, panting heavily.
Martin asked, "Did Lawrence go wild thanking you last night?"
Nicholson, while opening a bag, said, "It wasn't thanks she was after, she was trying to murder me, forcing me to cover her face, and not to stop until she was satisfied."
Leonardo was astonished, "You could produce that much?"
"Couldn't finish." Nicholson took out a large envelope from the bag, "I wanted to give Jennifer Lawrence her freedom, but she didn't want to leave."
Martin unhesitatingly criticized, "You're 70 and still a playboy!"
Leonardo said, "Old playboy!"