The dailies started rolling in.
Kathrine and I screened the raw, unedited cut with Dick Earnhardt, CEO of Trainwreck Productions. After the 14 hour version was finished, silence fell over the room.
“Sir, I can explain,” Kathrine said.
“Kathy, please leave the room,” Mr. Earnhardt said.
She pushed her chair away from the table and left in frustration. I sat there eating my crackers.
“Pretty good shit, huh?” I said.
Mr. Earnhardt stood up and paced across the room. He took one shot of whisky. Then another. He sat back down at the table facing me.
“I’ve spent $900 million on this production,” he said. “I’ve given you every possible resource, every possible opportunity to see your vision realized.”
Mr. Earnhardt paused.
“Bob Oglesby was a great man. He’s a legend in this town. He believed in you and your talents. He thought that you were going to save this industry,” he continued.
“Damn,” I said as I munched.
“And Kathy has done everything she can to fuck that up,” Dick concluded.
I dropped my crackers.
“Really?” I asked.
“Son, this is my last hoorah. I’ve made so much money that I could bankrupt this county, and have. I’ve banged every prostitute, male and female, from here to Denver. I’ve done every drug that can be taken. I was popping viagra before it was cool to do so. I haven’t done an honest day’s work in 20 years and hope to never do so again. In short: I do not give a shit.”
“So, what are you telling me?” I asked.
“The board wants me out, they say Kathy is the future. This is her production, but I’m in control of the money. So I am giving you a blank check to complete this film in the way you see fit,” Dick stated.
I sat back in my chair.
“In that case, I need $200 million.”