At the end of February, Natalie arrived on the West Coast. On February 27, Ryan took her to Lucasfilm to participate in Padme Amidala audition.

The Long Island girl entered the dressing room, while Ryan, led by George Lucas, visited Lucasfilm.

Because Lucasfilm is far away from Los Angeles, this is the first time Ryan has come here. After roughly taking a walk, he entered the prop warehouse with George Lucas, which is filled with props prepared for "Star Wars Prequel".

"Wow, this is R2D2." Ryan was the first to see the famous robot, and then found the little green-skinned old man next to him, "This is Master Yoda."

"George, it's really enviable."

These are props carefully prepared by Industrial Light Magic. Ryan was very interested. "Does the Jedi have laser swords?"

"That's it."

George Lucas took a plastic sword from the shelf and handed it to Ryan, "Pressed with a fluorescent layer during shooting and then treated with post-production special effects, which is the standard weapon of the Jedi."

Ryan held it in his hand, waved it a few times, and immediately lost interest. Props were just props.

Soon, Lucas's assistant came over. Natalie had already dressed up and was waiting for him as the director and producer.

"May I?"

Walking to the audition room, Ryan pointed to the door and asked Lucas.

"certainly."

George Lucas nodded, pushed open the door and walked in first.

Ryan followed in and almost laughed when he saw Natalie dressed up.

At this time, the girl in Long Island had her hair tied up high and wigs were added on her. She had two red dots on her snow-white face coated with thick foundation. The robe she wore was so complicated that it was indescribable that it was Japanese geisha makeup that had been criticized by countless people in her previous life.

This look is as ugly as it is! Ryan can only sigh so much.

Sitting aside. Ryan didn't say a word, and looked at Natalie quietly with George Lucas. In fact, there was something he didn't need to say, and the two sides also had a tacit understanding. As long as Natalie's audition effect was above the level line, this character would belong to her 100%.

About half an hour later, Lucas finished the audition and asked Natalie some questions about the script and the role, which was not difficult for the smart girl.

The only problem is that the time when the movie starts up is somewhat conflicting with the time when the performance of "Anne's Diary", but these are all minor issues. Lucas can completely push Amidala's scenes back and take shots of other characters first.

"Okay, Miss Natalie..."

"George, call me Nat."

"Well, Nat, you're doing a great job." George Lucas sent Ryan and Natalie out of Lucasfilm.

Although George Lucas didn't say it clearly, there was actually no suspense in this role.

“Do you want to take a walk in San Francisco?”

After starting the car, Ryan asked Natalie in the co-pilot.

"It's better to go back to Los Angeles." Natalie's brows were frowning. After the car drove out of downtown San Francisco, she said again, "I want to go back early to rest and go see Scar tomorrow morning."

"Ska is in a bad mood. When I was on the phone with her a few days ago, I kept crying. It's okay if you go and see her, after all, you are her best friend."

Speaking of Scarlett Johnson, Ryan could only shake his head. It is difficult for outsiders to help with such family disputes.

"His father is too much!" Natalie snorted in her nasal voice.

"Dear, this is Hollywood, and few men can withstand the temptation." Ryan said a recognized fact.

Just a while ago, Mr. Johnson took the initiative to divorce Melanie Sloan and threw himself into the arms of his new love. Although he left most of the assets, including the villa in North Hollywood, to his ex-wife, it still caused great harm to the family, especially the children.

"What about you, Ryan?" Natalie stared at him with a bright look. "I have heard that there are many girls in Hollywood who dream of becoming famous overnight, looking for your personal contact information everywhere."

"Why don't I know?"

This is not a good topic, Ryan simply pretended to be confused.

The two returned to Los Angeles during a conversation that sometimes joked and sometimes stabbed each other for a few words.

"Nate, the security in Los Angeles has not been very good recently. Don't leave the hotel at night." Ryan specifically instructed before Natalie got off the car.

"Hmm~" Natalie waved her hand at him, "Ryan, don't forget to come and pick me up tomorrow morning."

"no problem."

The security in Los Angeles has been bad recently. The two gunmen robbed the armored car again, and it is said that they also have strong automatic firepower.

Ryan has heard that police in Los Angeles applied to take to the streets with automatic weapons, but the state government rejected it.

These guys are so crazy! Don’t they know that the Constitution gives citizens the right to own guns legally, and it’s a person who kills themselves?

Of course, this is purely Ryan's extremely boring idea.

February entered its last day. Since the script code was very late last night, Ryan got up a little late. When he went down to the second floor, Nicole had already finished breakfast and was sitting in the living room to study the script.

"Good, Nicole."

Ryan threw his coat on the sofa beside Nicole and walked into the restaurant.

"Ryan, breakfast is in the insulated box."

Nicole put her coat on the sofa to remind the guy who entered the restaurant.

"I got it, Nicole."

Only hearing the murmurs was heard, Nicole knew that Ryan had found breakfast, and just as she turned her attention to the script, the ringtone of her phone rang in her coat.

Taking out the phone, Nicole pressed the answer button. This was not the first time she answered the call for him.

"Ryan, where have you been?" The sound came was extremely familiar.

"Nate?"

"Ah, good morning, Nicole."

"Is there something wrong, Nat?" Nicole's brow frowned, "Ryan is having breakfast."

"Nothing." The voice across the street hesitated for a moment, and continued, "I made an appointment with Ryan yesterday. I asked him to take me to North Hollywood to visit Scarlett. I wanted to ask him when he would be at the hotel."

After thinking about it, Nicole said, "Wait a moment, Ryan will set off after breakfast."

"Okay. Goodbye, Nicole."

The golden-red eyebrows were twisted together, and an eyebrow appeared on the white and smooth forehead. Then Nicole felt a slender finger pointing at the center of the eyebrows, easily smoothing the eyebrows.

"What happened, Nicole?" The person who came here was Ryan.

"Nate's phone call. It urges you to pick her up at the hotel." Nicole stuffed her phone into Ryan's hand.

Picking Natalie from Four Seasons Hotel, Ryan drove a Land Rover straight to North Hollywood, and soon arrived near Laurel Valley. Just cross Laurel Valley Avenue, it was the residential area where Scarlett Johnson's home was located.

"Have you contacted Scar?" Ryan asked Natalie while waiting for the signal to change.

"Yes. She was very sad from the phone." Natalie tidied up her seat belt, as if she was a little uncomfortable. "The broken family has caused the most damage to children of her age."

"Yeah." Ryan nodded in agreement.

As Natalie said, if Scarlett Johnson was a few years younger or older, the impact of her parents' divorce on her would not be as huge as it did later.

"Mr. Johnson is a little too much..."

"Okay, Nat, this is someone else's private matter, not something we should interfere."

"I understand, Ryan." Natalie seemed to be still angry with her friends. "Men who abandon their wives and daughters should be thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

"Come on, Nat, if it's true, as you said, at least hundreds of thousands of men in the United States would be destroyed by humanity." Ryan started the car and drove into Laurel Valley Avenue.

It was just over nine o'clock. Laurel Valley is a busy commercial area, with many vehicles coming and going, and the speed is simply not enough.

"Will there be traffic jams?"

Although the probability of traffic jam in North Hollywood is not high, it has not happened.

"That only God knows."

Natalie looked around and there was an empty parking lot to the left of the car. On the right, there was a white rectangular building dozens of feet away.

“This is the branch of Bank of America in Los Angeles.”

The car in front stopped, and Ryan had to step on the brakes and just stopped near the door of Bank of America.

"It is said that you owe a large debt to the bank?" When it comes to the bank, Natalie remembered what Ryan mentioned in the letter.

"It's just a few hundred million dollars, and it will be paid off soon." Ryan didn't care about that little debt at all.

"I'm still waiting for you to become a homeless man after you go bankrupt." Natalie playedfully and stuck out her tongue.

"Are you happy I'm unlucky, Nat?"

Ryan was about to rub Natalie's curly hair when suddenly a red and blue light came into his eyes. A patrol car from Los Angeles police came towards him and turned from the auxiliary road outside the isolation rail to the white building with Bank of America signs.

There was no bank robbery? Ryan shook his head, and just wanted to dissipate the random thoughts in his head, suddenly all the information about the two bank robbers over the past period of time jumped out.

"Nate, what time is now?" Ryan asked with a frown.

"Nine twenty."

“Be more specific.”

"February 28, 1997, 9:20!" Although it was a little strange, Natalie still answered.

The strong sense of vision surged into Ryan's heart again. Although the memory reminded him that something extraordinary happened today, he was not a computer after all, and he could not think of any physical event for a while.

Bank of America! Laurel Valley Avenue! White rectangular building! Police cars... and two robbers!

When these symbols floated past Ryan one by one, the title of a documentary film appeared - 100,000-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-

In his previous life, he watched this documentary on TV and the Internet. He was not particularly impressed, but now he finally understands why.

"Nate..."

"Bao! Bao..."

The sound of the automatic rifle kept coming from the Bank of America, interrupting Ryan's words.

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Chapter completed!