Sidney Sheldon - A Stranger in the Mirror
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- Название:A Stranger in the Mirror
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- Издательство:HarperCollins
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- Год:1976
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“What did he say?”
“He told them to get off his island .”
“Jesus Christ!”
“That’s who he thinks he is. Heller’s so mad he wants to cancel the series.”
“Get over to Heller and apologize. Do it right now. Tell him Tony Fletcher’s having a nervous breakdown. Send Mrs. Heller flowers, take them to dinner. I’ll talk to Tony Fletcher myself.”
The conversation lasted thirty minutes. It began with Sam saying, “Hear this, you stupid cocksucker…” and ended with, “I love you, too, baby. I’ll fly over there to see you as soon as I can get away. And for God’s sake, Tony, don’t lay Mrs. Heller!”
The next problem was Bert Firestone, the boy-genius director who was breaking Pan-Pacific Studios. Firestone’s picture, There’s Always Tomorrow , had been shooting for a hundred and ten days, and was more than a million dollars over budget. Now Bert Firestone had shut the production down, which meant that, besides the stars, there were a hundred and fifty extras sitting around on their asses doing nothing. Bert Firestone. A thirty-year-old whiz kid who came from directing prize-winning television shows at a Chicago station to directing movies in Hollywood. Firestone’s first three motion pictures had been mild successes, but his fourth one had been a box-office smash. On the basis of that money-maker, he had become a hot property. Sam remembered his first meeting with him. Firestone looked a not-yet-ready-to-shave fifteen. He was a pale, shy man with black horn-rimmed glasses that concealed tiny, myopic pink eyes. Sam had felt sorry for the kid. Firestone had not known anyone in Hollywood, so Sam had gone out of his way to have him to dinner and to see that he was invited to parties. When they had first discussed There’s Always Tomorrow , Firestone was very respectful. He told Sam that he was eager to learn. He hung on every word that Sam said. He could not have agreed more with Sam. If he were signed for this picture, he told Sam, he would certainly lean heavily on Mr. Winters’s expertise.
That was before Firestone signed the contract. After he signed it, he made Adolf Hitler look like Albert Schweitzer. The little apple-cheeked kid turned into a killer overnight. He cut off all communication. He completely ignored Sam’s casting suggestions, insisted on totally rewriting a fine script that Sam had approved, and he changed most of the shooting locales that had already been agreed upon. Sam had wanted to throw him off the picture, but the New York office had told Sam to be patient. Rudolph Hergershorn, the president of the company, was hypnotized by the enormous grosses on Firestone’s last movie. So Sam had been forced to sit tight and do nothing. It seemed to him that Firestone’s arrogance grew day by day. He would sit quietly through a production meeting, and when all the experienced department heads had finished speaking, Firestone would begin chopping down everyone. Sam gritted his teeth and bore it. In no time at all, Firestone acquired the nickname of Emperor, and when his coworkers were not calling him that, they referred to him as Kid Prick from Chicago. Somebody said about him, “He’s a hermaphrodite. He could probably fuck himself and give birth to a two-headed monster.”
Now, in the middle of shooting, Firestone had closed down the company.
Sam went over to see Devlin Kelly, the head of the art department. “Give it to me fast,” Sam said.
“Right. Kid Prick ordered—”
“Cut that out. It’s Mr. Firestone.”
“Sorry. Mr. Firestone asked me to build a castle set for him. He drew the sketches himself. You okayed them.”
“They were good. What happened?”
“What happened was that we built him exactly what the little—what he wanted, and when he took a look at it yesterday, he decided he didn’t want it anymore. A half-million bucks down the—”
“I’ll talk to him,” Sam said.
Bert Firestone was outside, in back of Stage Twenty-Three, playing basketball with the crew. They had rigged up a court and had painted in boundary lines and put up two baskets.
Sam stood there, watching a moment. The game was costing the studio two thousand dollars an hour. “Bert!”
Firestone turned, saw Sam, smiled and waved. The ball came to him, he dribbled it, feinted, and sank a basket. Then he strolled over to Sam. “How are things?” As though nothing were wrong.
As Sam looked at the boyish, smiling young face, it occurred to him that Bert Firestone was a psycho. Talented, maybe even a genius, but a certifiable lunatic. And five million dollars of the company’s money was in his hands.
“I hear there’s a problem with the new set,” Sam said. “Let’s straighten it out.”
Bert Firestone smiled lazily and said, “There’s nothing to straighten out, Sam. The set won’t work.”
Sam exploded. “What the hell are you talking about? We gave you exactly what you ordered. You did the sketches yourself. Now you tell me what’s wrong with it!”
Firestone looked at him and blinked. “Why, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want a castle. I’ve decided that’s not the right ambience. Do you know what I mean? This is Ellen and Mike’s farewell scene. I’d like to have Ellen come to visit Mike on the deck of his ship as he’s getting ready to sail.”
Sam stared at him. “We don’t have a ship set, Bert.”
Bert Firestone stretched his arms and smiled lazily and said, “Build one for me, Sam.”
“Sure, I’m pissed off, too,” Rudolph Hergershorn said, over the long-distance line, “but you can’t replace him, Sam. We’re in too deep now. We have no stars in the picture. Bert Firestone’s our star.”
“Do you know how far over the budget he’s—”
“I know. And like Goldwyn said, ‘I’ll never use the son of a bitch again, until I need him.’ We need him to finish this picture.”
“It’s a mistake,” Sam argued. “He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this.”
“Sam—do you like the stuff Firestone has shot so far?”
Sam had to be honest. “It’s great.”
“Build him his ship.”
The set was ready in ten days, and Bert Firestone put the There’s Always Tomorrow company back into production. It turned out to be the top grosser of the year.
The next problem was Tessie Brand.
Tessie was the hottest singer in show business. It had been a coup when Sam Winters had managed to sign her to a three-picture deal at Pan-Pacific Studios. While the other studios were negotiating with Tessie’s agents, Sam had quietly flown to New York, seen Tessie’s show and taken her out to supper afterward. The supper had lasted until seven o’clock the following morning.
Tessie Brand was one of the ugliest girls Sam had ever seen, and probably the most talented. It was the talent that won out. The daughter of a Brooklyn tailor, Tessie had never had a singing lesson in her life. But when she walked onto a stage and began belting out a song in a voice that rocked the rafters, audiences went wild. Tessie had been an understudy in a flop Broadway musical that had lasted only six weeks. On closing night, the ingenue made the mistake of phoning in sick and staying home. Tessie Brand made her debut that evening, singing her heart out to the sprinkling of people in the audience. Among them happened to be Paul Varrick, a Broadway producer. He starred Tessie in his next musical. She turned the show, which was fair, into a smash. The critics ran out of superlatives trying to describe the incredible, ugly Tessie and her amazing voice. She recorded her first single record. Overnight it became number one. She did an album, and it sold two million copies in the first month. She was Queen Midas, for everything she touched turned to gold. Broadway producers and record companies were making their fortunes with Tessie Brand, and Hollywood wanted in on the action. Their enthusiasm dimmed when they got a look at Tessie’s face, but her box-office figures gave her an irresistible beauty.
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