Transcrição (en)

This thief just happened to witness a car crash, and that was how he became a future Los Angeles mogul. Get a shot on the other side. Right, right. Ignoring the risk of the car exploding, those people rushed in with cameras, snapping shots like crazy. They practically wanted to shove the lens right into the victim's faces. It made Jack extremely curious. After asking around, he found out that these people sold their footage to TV stations. As for how much money they could make, no one told him. But seeing all the professional equipment in the car, Jack was sure this had to be a way to get rich. Struggling as he was, he immediately asked if he could join them. Can I ask you, are you currently hiring? Fuck no. Just as he kept trying to convince them, a traffic accident alert from another street came over the radio. The man did not hesitate for a second and drove off, heading to his next job. And that opened the door to a whole new world for the genius standing there. Maybe this was exactly the kind of work Jack was meant for. Early the next morning, He sat in front of the TV flipping through channels. Finally, he found it. The crash footage that man had filmed the night before. Then he memorized the face of every news anchor. It seemed like he already had a plan to turn his life around. In the busy area by the beach, he set his sights on an expensive road bike. After some bargaining, Louis traded it at a shop for a camera and a police scanner. With that scanner, he could hear police reports of crimes and incidents at any time. But at first, Louis could only find small cases like fights or drunk driving. He was like some mentally unstable troublemaker, waving around a cheap camera right in front of the police, only to get coldly chased away. But experience is built through insane execution Then another shooting gave him his first real taste of success Even though other freelancers were already filming when he got there and their equipment was way better than his he had something the others did not. He was bold. He walked right past the police and straight up to the victim, getting exclusive close-up footage no one else had. You, get back! The fuck back now! Even though the police quickly drove him away, and even dragged the other cameraman into it, Lewis not only got great footage, he also overheard from the other cameraman's phone call that the clip they had just shot was worth at least $300. Are you fucking kidding me? Get out of here. Then he went to the TV station that cameraman had just contacted, walked backstage into the studio, found a woman who looked like she was in charge, and started pitching his exclusive footage. Right. Okay, well, we're getting that from Ace. I was there. I was much closer to what happened. Okay, okay. Let's see it. And Louis' very first piece of footage was exactly the kind of thing Nina, the ratings-driven news director, was looking for. Even though the image quality was a little rough, the bloody scene felt even more shocking from that distance. She bought the footage on the spot for $250. But for Louis, that first payday was not the most important thing. What really mattered was that Nina had just told him the golden rule of what to shoot. The bigger the crime, the more the audience would care. If the victim was rich or white, even better. Big disasters like plane crashes or fires. In short, the more blood there was, the higher his pay would be. I understand. I'm a very, very quick learner. You will be seeing me again. I believe you.