Today will still be an ordinary day. There are no surprises or disappointments. When the skinny George Wells came out of the conference room, he kept muttering in his heart. As the head of the script editing team of Disney's Touchstone Films, he I feel that I am a failure. Since he started to hold this position, he has not made any influential films.
In fact, I can't blame him. In any case, Disney's main energy is on cartoons. The film subsidiary was only established in 1983, and then it was divided into two parts: TV shows and movies. Compared with the company, the company is still bad, not a little bit. Even though it has made several good films in the past few years, such as the movie version of "The Mermaid", "Three Dads and One Baby", "Who Killed Roger Rabbit" " and so on, but the influence is still mediocre.
"Mr. Wells, Miss Meyers is waiting for you in your office." The secretary stopped him at this time.
"Nancy? When did she come?" George asked hastily.
"About a quarter of an hour ago."
"It's not too long, I hope God hears my prayer, there may be a surprise today." George hurriedly walked to his office.
Opening the door, he saw Nancy Meyers sitting at his desk reading a book. As always, her gray career made her look very capable. There are many independent filmmakers in Hollywood, but female independent producers. But there are only a handful of them. Besides, Nancy also integrates production and screenwriting. His husband, Charles Schuyer, is also a film director. Although this couple is not top-notch, they have a very high level. This year, they produced a film released by Universal. "The New Father-in-law" got good box office results. Now she comes to herself, maybe there is a good script that Disney wants to invest in.
"Sorry, Nancy, I hope you didn't wait too long," greeted George, an old acquaintance with Nancy Meyers and her husband, Charles Schuyer.
"Of course not, it's only been God's minute," Nancy quipped, closing the book.
"You make me ashamed to say that," George shrugged and sat down in his seat. "Is there a good script?"
"Okay, do you know George, you look like an Indian who is hunting cattle for the winter and can't wait." Nancy shook her head and laughed.
"Don't make fun of me, Nancy, don't you understand my predicament? I pray devoutly every day, but obviously God is on vacation every day." George spread his hands helplessly.
"Okay, look at this." Nancy handed him a stack of letter paper from the briefcase she was carrying.
"It's a beautiful word," George said in admiration. He took it and looked at it carefully. Soon he became surprised, nodded from time to time, let out a knowing laugh or two, and finally said with all his heart. : "It's pretty good. Although it's still a romantic love story, it's ingenious. From the perspective of a little girl, it's very interesting. Did you write it new?"
He patted his head with him and said with a smile, "No, no, it's not your handwriting, and the division of shots is not rigorous, are you cultivating new people?"
"Actually... how do you say it, look at this again." Nancy handed over a few more pages of stationery.
George took it with some doubts, the writing on the letter was the same as before, and he could not help reading it out softly: "Dear Miss Meyers, I am a loyal fan of yours, and I like the movies you make very much, whether it is "Baby Bomb" or "The New Father-in-law", or "Little Confusion" written by you, all made me and my family feel happy laughter and warmth, I believe you will be a gentle lady, if possible I really want to meet you. The following is an idea I came up with by accident. I wrote it into a script. If you like it, make it into a movie. If you don’t like it, please keep it as a collection. A fan's gift. Sincerely, Angela Mason."
After reading it in one breath, George scratched his head and waved his arm, as if he didn't know what to say. After a while, he looked at Nancy and said, "Then that is to say, this script is... a fan of yours wrote it to you. ,yes?"
"Literally, it should be like this." Nancy shrugged.
"This is really interesting. It's the first time I've seen a script sent to a producer. Does this lady never know the production process of a movie?" George couldn't help laughing.
"That's not necessarily true," Nancy sighed and took out the envelope and handed it to him. "Look at the address."
George frowned slightly, took it over and looked at it, and quickly showed an unbelievable expression: "128 Blenkert Street?!"
The car stopped slowly on the side of the street, a man and a woman got out of the car. The woman was in her early 40s. The gray business attire made her look very capable, while the man looked in his 30s. Although the suit was neat, Although they were very thin, they looked very energetic. The two were Nancy and George. George put his hand on his forehead and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the door of the Mason family villa not far from them. .
"128 Blenkert Street, upscale," he grunted, then looked at Nancy. "Hey, I said Nancy, are you sure the lady who sent you the script lives here?"
"Dear George, we have discussed this issue in your office. I think neither you nor I have reached the time of presbyopia." Nancy said with a smile.
"Okay okay, I can almost confirm now that this script was just written by a wealthy lady out of boredom," George shrugged. "Although it's well written, it's really surprising."
The two came to the door talking and rang the doorbell. Soon, a female voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Hello, this is Mason's house, who can I look for?"
"Hello, is Miss Angela Mason at home?" Nancy replied.
After hesitating for a moment, the voice came again: "Please wait a moment, please." Followed by the voice of running away in a hurry, Nancy and George looked at each other in confusion, and spread their hands together for unknown reasons.
Soon, the female voice came from the walkie-talkie at the door again: "Please come in, Madam is waiting for you at the door."
lady? Nancy and George looked at each other again, and it seemed that the lady who wrote this script should have changed from a rich lady to a rich lady.
Following the opening of the door, the two walked through the beautiful garden to the front of the villa. The marble fountain in the middle of the grass shone with crystal light in the sun. It could be seen that the owner here was very tasteful, and at this time a noble and noble man The woman was already waiting at the door and extended her hand to Nancy who came to her.
Nancy shook hands politely while marveling at her femininity: "Hello, Mrs. Mason, I'm Nancy Meyers, an independent filmmaker."
Following George, he also stepped forward and shook hands: "Hello, Mrs. Mason, I'm George Wells, the head of the Disney Studios script editing team."
Mrs. Mason frowned slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly concealed her emotions and made a gesture of invitation: "Please come in."
After coming to the living room to sit down the guest and host, Nancy and George were secretly surprised again. The decoration and layout of the living room all showed the taste of the host. They couldn't help but wonder. The lady in front of them should also be a successful person. Free to write screenplays? At this time, Mrs. Mason asked with a smile: "Coffee or black tea?"
"Black tea, thank you," Nancy said.
"Coffee, thanks." This is George.
Mrs. Mason winked at the housekeeper next to her, and she quickly brought a plate with two pots and three cups. The fat long-mouthed teapot is filled with black tea.
"This is authentic Chinese Lapsang Souchong black tea. It has a strong rosin aroma and is very suitable for afternoon tea. My husband and I both like it." Mrs. Mason smiled and poured black tea and coffee for the guests, then added a little more to her own cup. After milk and sugar, she took an elegant sip.
Nancy became more and more confused. Unlike George, many years of life as a filmmaker gave her bright eyes. The decoration of the villa and the silver teapots showed the master's identity and taste. How could such a person be? Write such a lively and romantic text? And how did she write that glowing letter addressed to her
At this time, the impatient George had already started to say after putting down the glass: "Mrs Mason, it's like this, the script you sent to Miss Nancy, she has already shown us, and to be honest, it is very good, so we decided to shoot This film, I hope to get your approval, but because you are not a professional screenwriter and a newcomer, the price can be lower, about 40,000 US dollars."
Mrs. Mason could not help frowning slightly, and seemed a little puzzled. George quickly explained: "This is the convention, ma'am, $40,000 is already a very high price for a new screenwriter, even with the level of David Cope. ,is also like this."
"Thank you very much for your explanation, Mr. Wells," said Mrs. Mason calmly, "but I think we seem to have made a mistake."
She smiled slightly: "Introduce yourself, Elena Margaret Mason, Chief Designer of Phipps Jewelry Company, Angela Mason is my daughter!"
Facing the surprised two, she quickly added: "She is 11 years old!"