Chương 632: Chapter 632: Twenty Years in Prison!
The Los Angeles courtroom buzzed with activity, a cacophony of voices and camera shutters filling the air. Media trucks lined the street, their antennas reaching towards the sky in anticipation.
As three buses disgorged their passengers, the Me Too organization made a dramatic entrance, led by Jolie and Aniston, their fists raised in solidarity with the victims.
Gavin Newsom, California's soon-to-be lieutenant governor, strode confidently alongside his wife Jennifer Siebel, navigating the throng of reporters with practiced ease.
Bob Weinstein, harboring his own grievances against his brother, seized the opportunity to denounce Harvey's actions to the waiting press, his words ringing with conviction.
Meanwhile, Georgina Chapman, Harvey's ex-wife, maintained a stoic silence as she made her way into the courthouse.
Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson arrived together, their presence commanding attention even amidst the chaos. Without pausing for interviews, they made their way towards the looming courthouse.
But just as Harvey Weinstein's arrival seemed imminent, Meghan Markle burst onto the scene, her calculated display designed to capture the spotlight once more.
Flanked by two banner pullers, Meghan raised a banner emblazoned with damning accusations, her voice echoing through the crowd as she decried Weinstein as a racist.
The courtroom hushed as the proceedings commenced, Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson taking their seats alongside Jolie and Aniston, each sporting a Mi Rabbit logo in solidarity with the victims.
As witnesses took the stand, including Jennifer Siebel, the horrors of Weinstein's actions were laid bare for all to see.
Leonardo's voice was a whisper as he recoiled from the testimony. "Such depravity... he forced himself to... to lick someone."
Martin's grimace mirrored Leonardo's disgust. "He's the ringleader of the Foot Gang, no doubt about it."
Nicholson's gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Even worse than Malone," he mused, shaking his head in disbelief.
Martin nodded, his expression grave. "He may have used charm, but there's no excuse for his behavior."
As the trial unfolded, the weight of Weinstein's crimes hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in Hollywood.
Nicholson, ever the seasoned observer, shook his head in disdain. "Forcing is just too tasteless," he muttered, his voice dripping with contempt.
Harvey, facing the relentless interrogation, scanned the courtroom with a cold detachment. The accusations from the victims, the presence of his ex-wife Georgina, even Martin's speculative gaze—they all paled in comparison to the betrayal he felt from his own brother, Bob.
Only someone who had experienced the gut-wrenching agony of betrayal from a trusted ally could understand the searing pain that tore through Harvey's soul as he locked eyes with Bob.
But Bob, once the submissive younger sibling, now met Harvey's gaze with steely resolve, refusing to back down. And as the trial unfolded, Weinstein Films executives, including Bob, and former assistants, testified against Harvey, adding fuel to the flames of his downfall.
As Brad Pitt took the stand, Harvey's fury boiled over, his composure crumbling as he vehemently denied the fabricated allegations. "I didn't do it! It's all a setup!" he cried out, his voice echoing through the courtroom.
Nicholson, ever the voice of reason, turned to the brothers with a solemn reminder. "Learn from Harvey's mistakes," he cautioned. "Don't let yourselves be caught in such a predicament. Protect yourselves, or risk being trampled by the wolves."
Martin nodded in agreement, his expression grim. "We'll stick to our own game plan, and make sure no one gets the better of us."
Leonardo's resolve was palpable as he chimed in. "Anyone who tries to cross us will regret it."
Nicholson observed the younger brothers with a sense of pride. They had learned well the art of self-preservation—never passive, always proactive.
The trial dragged on for three grueling days, culminating in Harvey's devastating verdict. As the judge delivered the sentence, Harvey's facade cracked, his once-proud demeanor crumbling under the weight of his crimes.
The cameras captured every moment of Harvey's downfall, his desperate attempt to maintain his dignity in the face of overwhelming guilt.
As the reality of his fate sank in, Harvey's mind raced with thoughts of the future—a future behind bars, facing not just a prison sentence, but also astronomical civil damages.
But even in the depths of despair, Harvey remained pragmatic. There were certain truths he would never speak, certain secrets he would take to his grave.
Yet, in the midst of chaos, Harvey seized a moment of clarity. "Tell the big shots," he instructed his lawyer, desperation seeping into his voice. "If they force me to talk... I'll spill everything."
And as his lawyer hesitated, Harvey's reminder cut through the air like a knife. "Ben Affleck knows what I'm talking about," he murmured, a chilling reminder of the power of secrets in Hollywood.
Harvey let out a sigh of relief, his hand instinctively reaching for his ample posterior. "No mistakes here," he muttered to himself, a fleeting moment of reassurance amidst the chaos.
As the trial concluded, Martin and his cohorts emerged from the courtroom, trailed by Jolie and Aniston.
"It's finally over," Jolie remarked, her voice tinged with relief. She turned to Martin with a grateful smile. "Thank you for fighting for justice," she whispered.
Nicholson, ever the cynic, interjected, "Words are cheap, my dear."
Jolie, her fiery spirit undeterred, sauntered over to Martin, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Shall I demonstrate my sincerity in person?" she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Martin chuckled, gently restraining her. "Let's keep it civil, shall we?"
Aniston stepped forward, her hand finding Martin's arm, her touch possessive yet tender. She leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Martin's cheek.
Jolie's lips curved into a knowing smile as she exchanged a glance with Pitt.
Bruce, ever the vigilant protector, stood poised to intervene if needed.
Nicholson, ever the opportunist, whipped out his phone, eager to capture the unfolding drama. "Leo, let's enjoy the show," he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.
Leonardo, ever the instigator, egged Pitt on. "Come on, Pitt! Don't hold back!"
And then it was Pitt's turn. With a sense of resignation, he approached the trio, his demeanor calm and composed. Without fanfare, he offered his well-wishes. "I wish you both happiness in the future," he murmured, his gaze flickering briefly to Jolie and Aniston.
Aniston, never one to mince words, shot back with a sly grin. "I'm happier than ever. Martin knows how to make me scream," she quipped, her tone teasing yet triumphant.
Jolie chimed in, her laughter light and carefree. "And I give him a little push from behind," she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Martin, caught in the middle of their banter, could only shake his head in disbelief. "Is this really necessary?" he muttered under his breath.
Pitt, suddenly inspired, interjected. "I'm sorry, I must dash. You've given me an idea for my next script," he exclaimed, his eyes alight with creative fervor. "Would you mind if I borrow this scene?"
Jolie, taken aback, marveled, "You're still interested in using us in Hollywood?"
But Pitt was already on to the next project, extending an invitation to his upcoming film. "Consider this a fresh start," he declared, his optimism infectious.
Jolie and Aniston shared a laugh, their camaraderie palpable.
Martin, ever the supportive friend, promised, "I'll be sure to buy a ticket."
And as Brad Pitt hurried off, pen and paper in hand, Pitt's mind buzzed with ideas for his latest venture—a tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, aptly titled "Forever Love."
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