"OMG! Damn it! How could he do this! Why turn off that video? I was just getting into it."
"Heh heh. Was it the head up top that was getting into it, or the head down below? Down below!"
"Ugh, this is too disgusting! Bar Refaeli is so hot, and Harvey Weinstein, ugh!"
"Harvey Weinstein with that beer belly, always strutting around with his big stomach, this damn bastard, I really envy him."
"See, ladies? This is Hollywood's unspoken rule, this is the entertainment industry you're so eager to enter. Before you go in, be prepared to be penetrated by a monster."
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This old man is truly despicable, my Saving Private Ryan and shakespeare in love are just piles of crap."
"Gwyneth Paltrow, haha. I didn't expect this stinking bitch to be brought out too. No wonder everyone says she got to the top through connections. Do you think she was slept with by a half-orc?"
"It's hard to say about Gwyneth Paltrow, after all, her family background is not insignificant, and she also has Spielberg as a godfather. Harvey Weinstein probably wouldn't dare to sexually harass her."
"Brother, don't overestimate Spielberg. He only has a lot of weight among moviegoers, but in the hands of Hollywood players, he's far behind."
"This gossip today is truly delicious. I need to call my friends quickly. Come and see, it's really explosive!"
"You should all apologize to Eric Cooper. He is an upright man. I love him!"
In front of the screen, with the release of this secretly filmed video, the truth was finally revealed.
The happiest were the countless gossip-mongers, and innumerable people began calling friends and family to watch the press conference together.
CBS and NBC's ratings suddenly surged, and the executives were naturally ecstatic when they received the backend data.
Although the Newhouse Family had interfered, the executives responsible for this live broadcast also faced immense internal pressure from the TV station.
But as long as the data came in, as long as the traffic came in, they would have the confidence to speak.
"Aim, aim the camera for me, I want a big close-up!"
"Tell Malinda and her team to move out quickly. Block the doors of Miramax and Harvey Weinstein's house. Make sure to stake out the people!"
"Come on, give us some more surprises. Everyone is waiting to watch a good show."
On Lionheart Network, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared, breaking through the ten million mark in a short time and charging towards twenty million concurrent viewers.
The comments below were even more explosive, more explosive than Eric's furious speech a few days ago.
Most people no longer cared about Eric's innocence. We know you're innocent, alright, stop crying, we believe you, isn't that enough?
But your act of cutting off the video made us very angry. These old perverts are all praying for resources.
Bob Weinstein angrily threw his water glass to the ground, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"Harvey, I warned you early on, I warned you countless times. Can't you just change your damn bad habits?"
"And you just had to play around in the office. Couldn't you go home? Or even a hotel!"
"Have your two heads had surgery? Were they swapped? Do you only think with your lower body? Can't you live without doing that?"
"FUCK! You don't even have an ounce of safety awareness. I wish I could strangle you right now!"
Facing his brother's anger, Harvey Weinstein couldn't even let out a fart this time.
His fat trembled, and despite it being June, he felt a chill all over. His mind was almost crashing, and he could only look to his brother for help.
"Bob, yelling at me now won't help. I'm sorry, I really should have listened to you."
"It's just that years of success have greatly lowered my guard. I really didn't expect that bitch Bar Refaeli to dare to film it. Patrice had checked her."
"Checked? You're telling me this was checked? You should have installed an anti-espionage device where you conduct your business!"
"Who in the company doesn't know that Patrice is just a canary you keep? What does she know? She only knows how to kneel and suck your stupid turtle head!"
"Harvey, you've become too inflated these past few years, you're too arrogant. You've almost forgotten who you are, which is why you've fallen into this ditch."
"Useless! All useless! And you still have the nerve to call yourself the Emperor of Hollywood."
"Is it easy to be an emperor? Is that a great title? Louis XVI also felt great, but Eric Cooper is about to send you to the guillotine!"
Since birth, Harvey Weinstein had never been cursed out so thoroughly, but who could he blame?
He could only plead, "Bob, we need to do something quickly. I'll call Michael Eisner for help, and you call Eric Cooper."
"Tell him I surrender. Miramax will never oppose him again. I beg for his forgiveness."
"No, no, no, we can't go directly to him. Perhaps contacting Haley Cooper is a better choice. We've known Haley for decades, we have a relationship."
"Everyone works in Hollywood, why go to the point of mutual destruction? Please, Bob, I beg you."
After scolding his brother, Bob Weinstein calmed down a bit. Looking at his dispirited older brother, he couldn't just stand by.
After all, they were brothers, and their relationship hadn't broken down yet.
Moreover, both of them had shares in Miramax, essentially being in the same boat. If Harvey was unlucky, he would also suffer.
"I don't know if contacting Haley Cooper will help. He might not be able to make decisions for that kid."
"Let's try. We have to try every method now."
"Alright, I'll try my best to speak well."
He picked up his phone to make a call, but then the unfolding events at the press conference made Bob Weinstein put it back down.
After Bar Refaeli finished speaking, Eric turned on the microphone and continued, "As you can all see, what's before you is the truth."
"MGM was framed, and I was framed, but some people's wrongdoings are not just framing, but living, breathing facts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman walked out from backstage. Many reporters and audience members found her familiar but couldn't place her name.
Eric handed her the microphone, signaling her to speak boldly.
The woman took a deep breath, thinking that since things had come this far, there was nothing left to worry about.
"I am Heather Kyle. Some of you might know me. I appeared in Player's Club."
"That was in 1997. I was looking for opportunities and eventually met Harvey Weinstein in Westwood."
"He told me that if I wanted to act in movies, he could help, but the prerequisite was that my acting skills had to be up to par, and he wanted to audition my abilities."
"I thought my luck had turned, so I followed him to a hotel, but I didn't expect Harvey Weinstein to suddenly assault me like a beast."
"I couldn't resist him. Finally, after Harvey Weinstein was satisfied, he promised me a role, but that role only had a few minutes of screen time."
"Today, I bravely stand here to expose Harvey Weinstein's atrocities. He is a rapist, and he used his power to violate me!"
As she spoke, Heather Kyle's tears silently fell, making her look very pitiful.
Among the reporters present, many were women, and listening to her recount that unbearable experience, they clenched their fists.
Heather Kyle covered her face with her hands, sitting there silently, but attracting the gaze of all cameras.
Eric sighed, "Originally, I didn't want to invite Heather, but darkness always needs someone to break it. She is a victim, and she is a brave person."
"And besides her, there are many more women who have suffered under Harvey Weinstein's clutches. They want everyone to see how shameless this man is!"
Backstage, women walked out one by one, ranging in age from teenagers to those in their forties and fifties.
Eric directly stood up, giving them the space.
A grand spectacle, a grand spectacle never seen before.
"I am Paula Wachowiak. In 1980, I worked as a production assistant for Harvey Weinstein's film Burning. He tricked me into a hotel, first exposing himself, then sexually assaulting me."
"He threatened me with my job, demanding that I keep silent. At that time, I was a single mother, raising my child alone, and I had no other choice."
"My name is Tomi-Ann Roberts. In 1984, I was a student at Smith College. While working as a hostess at a New York theater, Harvey Weinstein approached me."
"He used a role as an excuse, invited me to his room to discuss the character, and then forcibly assaulted me."
"I am Lisa Ross. I used to be an employee of Miramax, leaving in 1995. Harvey Weinstein once asked me to give him a massage, and he was naked."
"I am Katherine Kendall. Harvey Weinstein promised me an audition for a role in Swingers, but when I went to the hotel, he frantically chased me, naked, through the living room, trying to rape me!"
"I am Dawn Dunning. I used to be a screenwriter, but I've since left the industry. Last year at the Sunset Hotel, Harvey Weinstein proposed a '3B' request to me. If I agreed, I would get a movie contract, but I refused. The darkness of Hollywood exceeded my imagination, so I chose to leave the industry."
Thud!
His phone dropped to the floor. Bob Weinstein closed his eyes, knowing that there was no need to make that call. The Coopers were clearly determined to destroy Harvey, and begging would be useless.
Walking to the lounge, he pushed open the door and saw his unpromising brother hunched over. Despite being a big fat man, he looked very small.
Standing behind him, he could clearly hear the curses coming from the phone.
Words like 'stupid pig that only knows how to mate,' 'vile donkey,' and 'dogs are smarter than you' kept spewing out.
But Harvey Weinstein dared not resist in the slightest, because the person on the other end was his boss, and currently the only person who might be able to save him.
A few minutes later, Michael Eisner finally seemed tired of cursing, and the call was hung up.
Bang!
Harvey Weinstein sat heavily on the floor like a deflated ball, his eyes almost losing their light.
He looked at his brother like a pathetic puppy: "Bob, you won't leave me, right?"
Bob Weinstein looked at him with a fake smile, already planning a clear separation in his mind. One person dying was better than both dying.
The press conference lasted for over an hour. There were simply too many people.
Carol had found over thirty women, some of whom had already left the industry, and it was unclear where she had managed to gather them.
Many of them had signed non-disclosure agreements. Theoretically, by speaking out today, they had violated the agreement.
But it didn't matter. Faced with such overwhelming public sentiment, Harvey Weinstein wouldn't dare to pursue these matters. He only hoped these women wouldn't pursue legal action.
If his reputation was ruined, then so be it. He could always leave Hollywood.
If he was sued, it might not just be a matter of leaving the industry. Countless prisons across the United States were waiting for him.
The next day, Eric, completely cleared of his false accusations, strode confidently through the gates of MGM, like a triumphant general returning from victory.
Even though he had happily battled five women in relays until dawn last night, he was still energetic and felt full of strength.
The front desk girl, with great foresight, applauded. Eric, in his joy, gave her a raise.
As for Harvey Weinstein, he dared not show his face now.
Reporters had been staking him out, but so far, he hadn't been found.
However, his despicable actions had completely stirred up public outrage, thoroughly tearing down the entertainment industry's veil of shame and drawing countless condemnations.
In Hollywood, even if you've been to jail, done drugs, assaulted people, or committed domestic violence, there's usually a chance to make a comeback. Colleagues at most would say they're not close, rarely kicking someone when they're down.
But this time was different. Even insiders were lining up to denounce him, including many whom Harvey Weinstein considered good friends.
It highlighted the saying, "When the wall falls, everyone pushes; when the drum breaks, everyone beats it."
Angelina Jolie: "I want to apologize for my cowardice. In fact, I was also a victim of Harvey Weinstein's sexual assault. During the filming of Playing by Heart in 1998, Weinstein was coercing me, but I refused. Today, I must speak out about this."
Meryl Streep: "When I saw the news, I was completely shocked! This is simply unbelievable, that someone could be so vile. Although I had never heard such rumors, his evil deeds are unforgivable."
Leonardo DiCaprio, who usually doesn't comment on others' privacy, also uncharacteristically spoke out on Facebook: "Sexual assault is never justified, no matter who you are or how much power you have. I salute the women who bravely stood up to expose these heinous acts."
Ben Affleck, who collaborated with Weinstein on films like shakespeare in love and Good Will Hunting, also spoke out about the incident: "I am deeply saddened and angry that this man, with whom I worked, used his power to intimidate, sexually harass, and manipulate women over the past few decades."
"The additional allegations of sexual harassment I read this morning disgusted me. This is completely unacceptable. We must support those who bravely fight and ensure more women gain power."
Of course, this also included Gwyneth Paltrow: "I was also once assaulted by Weinstein. While filming Emma, he asked me to give him a massage, but I refused. Now I can finally talk about this nightmare."
However, it was clear that the "Water Queen's" remarks not only failed to receive likes but also drew widespread ridicule.
You were assaulted, so why did you later star in shakespeare in love, and Weinstein even helped you win Best Actress?
Who would believe now that you two weren't involved?