The Director

 

(On the telephone)

 

That’s fine, Harry.

I can’t hear you too, well.

Are you on a cell phone?

Sure, anything you want.

I know you got some good ideas. But not all your ideas make good movies.

I know you hear the studios. But you pay me to make the hard choices.

What’s that, Harry?

Sure I’m listening.

You have my undivided attention.

Who’s in my office?

That Belmont kid.

The one I’ve been telling you about.

Yes, yes, that’s right – he writes.

But he’s got talent, Harry, and he’ll make this picture a hell of a lot better if we give him a chance.

No, I don’t have anything against your nephew.

He just couldn’t get the idea we needed for the picture.

I gave him another chance, Harry.

I gave him 47 chances.

Each script was worse than the last.

I don’t him this was a love story, not a horror movie.

Se he gives me a script with an eight foot green Frankenstein falling in love with a three foot purple hobbit.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Sure we could have shot it in black and white. But it was easier to get another writer.

And I like the Belmont kid.

And I’m telling you if you don’t let me have him, you’ll need a new director.

Take it as a threat if you want. I’m serious.

Find, call me back when you decide.

(Slams down the phone)

Don’t worry, Belmont. If he doesn’t want us, somebody will

(The phone rings. He snatches it up)

Hello?

Harry?

Now as I was saying…