Chapter 55: Interview at Gunpoint

[Chapter 55: Interview at Gunpoint]

The next day at noon.

Miramax Films.

Ian disguised himself as a middle-aged man and brought Scarlett Johansson into the headquarters of Miramax.

As they got out of the car, Scarlett glanced at Ian, still somewhat uneasy, and asked, "Are you sure you're going to protect me?"

Ian pulled out the gun he had with him. "Is this enough?"

Scarlett was horrified. "Why did you bring a gun in here?"

Ian was speechless. "I thought it would make you feel safer."

Scarlett shook her head repeatedly. "No, that just makes me more terrified."

Please!

Los Angeles had over one hundred thousand gang members.

America always had a coexistence of paradise and hell. At least in Hollywood, there were not many gang members; that dark world lay just ahead, yet so far away.

Following Scarlett up the stairs, once inside the company, she looked at Ian and said, "I'll go meet him. If there's any trouble, I'll shout. Are you sure you can hear me?"

Ian smiled. "I have always had great eyesight."

Scarlett muttered, "I meant hearing!"

She turned to head towards Harvey Weinstein's office.

...

Upon entering the office, Scarlett didn't see Weinstein; she only noticed the well-known red couch in the room.

According to the usual practice, Scarlett should lay on the red couch, waiting for her patron to arrive.

However, Scarlett clearly had no intention of doing that.

She quietly sat on the couch, anxiously contemplating.

For a moment, she regretted it.

Ian Carr, that guy was truly a devil. How could she have trusted him?

This thought made her even more uneasy.

As time passed, footsteps echoed outside.

Scarlett finally could not sit still any longer.

Her rising inner fear drove her to hurriedly stand and walk towards the exit.

Just then, the door opened.

...

Harvey Weinstein's massive, overweight figure appeared at the door. Looking at Scarlett, he smiled broadly, "You didn't need to be so eager to welcome me."

As he approached, Scarlett took a few steps back. "No, sir, you've misunderstood. I just came for the audition."

Weinstein halted, glaring at Scarlett. "Are you joking? Are you playing games with me? Do you even know what an audition is? Now, take off your clothes and lie on the couch; that's your audition!"

As a big shot in the entertainment industry, he felt no need to humble himself in front of beautiful women.

Being aggressive was his trademark!

Scarlett took a deep breath, shaking her head repeatedly. "I'm afraid that you are going to be disappointed."

She then headed for the door.

Weinstein grabbed her arm tightly. "You're not going anywhere!"

Scarlett screamed in terror: "You can't do this! Help!"

"No need to shout; there won't be anyone out there at this time." Weinstein sneered as he shoved Scarlett onto the couch.

He pointed at the poor girl. "No one can play me! No one!"

As he removed his jacket and loomed before Scarlett, beginning to unbuckle his belt, he was all too familiar with the situation.

It wasn't that he had committed numerous assaults, but most people didn't need such measures.

But since he had done it before, it was evidently something he was skilled at.

In that moment, he laughed menacingly as he lunged at her.

Scarlett felt like a lamb walking into a lion's den, and she shouted, "No, Ian, save me!"

Ian?

Weinstein froze. "What Ian?"

Bang!

The door swung open again.

...

Ian entered, carrying a camera, and smiled at Weinstein. "Ian Carr's Ian! Mr. Weinstein, are you planning on assaulting this lovely lady? Which position do you intend to start with?"

Weinstein looked dumbfounded at Ian. "Ian Carr? How the hell did you get in here?"

He swung a punch at Ian, but then he saw the gun in Ian's hand, pointed straight at him.

The gleaming justice brought by the gun was irresistible, drawing looks of revelation and respect.

Weinstein was immediately dumbfounded.

Scarlett was astonished too.

What happened to not using a gun?

Ian grinned, swinging the gun lightly. "Sit down."

Weinstein fearfully took a seat, his eyes wide with terror.

Ian slowly closed the door behind him and said, "Scarlett, how about you take the microphone and do the interview?"

Scarlett stared blankly. "Me?"

Ian nodded, "Yes, you! Following gunpoint interviews and forced interviews, this new style of interviewing -- the victim will interview in person; it will be great news."

Scarlett looked speechless at Ian.

You never mentioned this before.

She shook her head. "I don't want to offend him; he's Harvey Weinstein!"

"Why worry about a dead man?" Ian asked cheerfully.

He handed the microphone to Scarlett. "Don't worry, it's all recorded; he attempted to assault you, and that's the truth! If it gets out, he's done for."

Weinstein shouted angrily, "You have no evidence! The footage you have doesn't prove anything!"

Ian pointed to the desk behind Weinstein. "Look at that."

Weinstein turned around in shock, discovering a miniature camera had somehow appeared on his desk.

"This is impossible!" he exclaimed.

Ian walked over with the camera. "Don't worry, Mr. Weinstein, I'm not usually one to resort to violent means... as long as you're willing to cooperate, I can still give you a chance."

He exchanged a knowing glance with Scarlett.

Scarlett understood.

She knew there was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, she aimed the microphone at Weinstein. "Mr. Weinstein, do you truly believe I'm so enchanting that you'd risk breaking the law to assault me? Or do you think your power is so great that the law can't touch you?"

Smart girl, she caught on real quick!

Weinstein stared blankly at the two of them.

"Fuck!" he said.

Ian chuckled.

He pointed the camera at Weinstein's large face. "Exactly! From which part did you plan to start with Miss Johansson?"

Scarlett was stunned, looking at Ian. "How could you ask that?"

Ian shrugged. "Sorry you don't like my questions."

He aimed the gun at Weinstein's forehead. "Answer the question, buddy."

Confessing, Weinstein cried, "I didn't want to assault her!"

"That's not the right answer," Ian said coldly, staring at Weinstein. "You know because of your previous actions, I could pull the trigger right now, and as long as I cut out the middle part, it would look like I did it to save an innocent girl; I've done it before, and I'm not afraid to do it again."

Weinstein looked like he was about to cry.

He had never seen news done this way!

Desperately, he pleaded, "What do you want to hear?"

"Only the truth!" Ian placed the camera on the table, focusing it on Weinstein.

Suddenly he turned to look at the door. "Someone's coming, Scarlett, shout a bit."

Scarlett understood.

She shouted, "Ah! Ah... don't!"

The people outside quickly backed away.

Scarlett took a deep breath, looking at Ian. "Let's cut that part out."

"Of course," Ian grinned.

He turned back to Weinstein, and Weinstein got the message.

He looked at Scarlett desperately. "You're quite a charming lady. I'd do anything for you."

Scarlett sneered. "That's not the right answer. Tell me, how many bad things have you done in this office? Who have you assaulted?"

Weinstein shook his head rapidly. "How much do you want?"

Ian smiled. "I'm not a kidnapper; I'm a journalist."

Scarlett chuckled.

A rare breed of journalist, with a unique interview style.

Today, I was also a journalist.

She practically shoved the microphone into Weinstein's mouth. "Tell me, how many times have you done this? You damn fat pig!"

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