"The audition is that bad?" I said.
"Well, Tom, we haven"t really had the audition yet, have we," Roland said. "We have to actually have lines read to see if they"re being done properly."
"Ouch," I said, on behalf of my client.
Roland picked up on it. "Sorry about that, Tom," he said. "I"m don"t mean to run Mich.e.l.le down. She"s a lovely girl. And I"m afraid I haven"t been straightforward with her or with you about this reading."
"What do you mean?" I said.
Roland took a long drag on his cigarette before answering. "To be brief," he said, "I have less than a month left on my option for Hard Memories. If I don"t have the lead cast by that time, I"ll lose the option. The buzzards are already circling, you know."
"I didn"t know," I said.
"Yes. Well, that"s why Mich.e.l.le is having a reading today, not because of your own work last week. In fact, once it became clear Ellen was going to drop, I told Rajiv to do whatever he could to encourage Miss Beck to read. I don"t really expect her to be brilliant, mind you. But if she was pa.s.sable, I thought I might convince Ms. Spiegelman to let us make the attempt. Mich.e.l.le is, as you say, quite a draw at the moment."
"Not to be rude, Roland," I said. "But why does it matter what Avika thinks? You"re the director and producer."
"Funny about that," Roland said. "One of the conditions the Spiegelman family put on my optioning the official biography was the right of refusal for the lead actress. At the time, when I had everyone from Ellen Merlow to Meryl Streep interested in the script, I considered it the least of my worries."
"I take it that Avika isn"t impressed so far," I said.
Roland used his cigarette as a pointer towards the office. "In our conversation prior to your arrival, Ms. Spiegelman declared that she"s met pets who are smarter than Miss Beck."
"Well, so have I," I said, truthfully. "But they haven"t brought in $300 million with their last two films."
"And I wish you the best of luck convincing Ms. Spiegelman with that argument," Roland said.
"I didn"t realize you had so much riding on this audition," I said.
"That"s why I said I was sorry, Tom," Roland said. "I wasn"t entirely honest with you on the matter. I don"t know that it would have changed anything if I had; still, I try to be more honest than the typical Hollywood producer."
"You have other projects in the pipe, I"m sure," I said.
"No, not really," Roland said, and brought back the rueful smile. "I"m a prestige producer, Tom. One of those fellows you hire when your studio has been cranking out one too many action films, and you need to throw in an Oscar contender to prove you still care about the art of filmmaking. None of my films actually make money. Even The Green Fields only broke even, and that after video. So I tend to work one project at a time. I"ve been thinking about that Kordus project, but you know where we are on that one. Which reminds me, have you looked at that script yet?"
"I did," I said. "It"s very good." Actually, it wasn"t just good, it was astonishingly good. And written by a 23-year-old film student. Reading it, I had made the mental note to myself to get him to hire me as his agent, or steal him away from whichever one he currently had.
"It is, isn"t it?" Roland puffed a final puff on his cigarette and threw it to the ground, snuffing it out. "If I don"t manage to pull this project"s chestnuts out of the fire, I"ll have a nice long time to fiddle with it. Come on, Tom. Let"s get back for the second act." We headed back.
Back in the office, Rajiv had pulled up a chair and was sitting with Mich.e.l.le, going over scene 29. Avika, upon seeing Roland and me enter, pointedly looked at her watch and then at us both. "Well," Roland said. "Are we ready to begin again?"
Mich.e.l.le looked for me, uncertain. I smiled back at her and gave her a thumbs-up signal. Rajiv rolled his chair back and took his position behind the video recorder. Roland sat down again and nodded to Avika. Avika recited her line.
My phone rang.
"Sorry," I said, after everyone glared at me. I ducked out of the office.
It was Miranda. "Carl wants to know when you"re getting into the office," she said.
"Probably not long now," I said. "Mich.e.l.le is self-destructing at the moment. Did he say why?"
"He mentioned something about someone needing a dog ASAP, and that Marcella would have details," she said. "I have no idea what that means. It sounds like code, and I"ve lost my secret decoder ring."
"I know what it means," I said. "But I can"t. I have to be with Mich.e.l.le this afternoon. I promised her I would go with her to have to her latex mask made."
"I"m just pa.s.sing along messages," Miranda said. "I can"t give you permission to defy the orders of your CEO."
I sighed. "Is Carl in right now?" I asked.
"Let me check," Miranda said, and put me on hold. My hold music, I was shocked to discover, was Olivia Newton-John. I was going to have to have someone drag my Muzak out of the Seventies. Before it became thoroughly intolerable, Miranda came back on the line.
"Marcella says he"s in a meeting right now but can schedule three minutes for you if you really need it. She also notes that his tone indicated that you probably don"t want to need those three minutes."
The door to Roland"s office opened up and Roland popped his head out. "Tom," he said. "I think you"d better come in here. We"ve had a development."
"Gotta go, Miranda," I said, and snapped the cel phone shut.
In the office, Mich.e.l.le was lying on the floor. Rajiv, panting, was placing ice cubes on her forehead. He had sprinted to the bar to scoop up the cubes, proving chivalry was not dead, merely out of breath. Avika sat on the couch, not knowing whether to look concerned or outraged.
"I don"t know what happened," Roland said. "She was very nervous about doing the lines, but she seemed all right. And then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell off her chair."
"You"re kidding," I said.
"She"s out cold on the floor, Tom," Roland said, his gentility cracking just for a second. "I don"t generally brain the actors at readings. I usually wait until we"re actually on the set."
"What a f.u.c.king nightmare," I muttered, and then turned to Roland. "It"s her auto-suggestion," I said.
"What?" Avika said, from the couch.
I sighed again. "She"s been going to a hypnotherapist," I said. "The d.a.m.ned fool put in an auto-suggestion that blacks her out every time she gets too stressed out."
"That"s the stupidest thing I"ve ever heard," Avika said.
I ignored her. "Give her a few seconds and she"ll be good as new," I said to Roland.
"What a relief that is," Avika said, and stood up. "Well, I"ve wasted enough time for one day. When she comes to, thank her for her time and then show her the door. She"s not getting the role."
Roland looked at Mich.e.l.le sadly. "Yes, right, all right," he said.
"I don"t think you"re giving her a chance," I said. "You haven"t even heard her do a reading yet."
"Who has the time?" Avika said. "Between the wrong scenes and the fainting, by the time we run through the scene, Roland"s option will be up, anyway. As if it matters. Frankly, Mr. Stein, I don"t know what Roland was thinking. Your client is good for roles that require teenagers to be deflowered. But this role is something else entirely. Mich.e.l.le Beck has about as much in common with my aunt as David Ha.s.selhoff has with Gandhi. After today, I"d rather give the part to a golden retriever than to her."
"I could arrange that," I said.
Roland jumped in before Avika could respond. "Thank you for coming, Ms. Spiegelman," he said, showing her to the door. "And don"t worry. We"ll find someone for the role."
"No offense, Roland," Avika said. "But if this is where we are in the casting process, I seriously doubt it." She nodded to me and walked out.
Roland turned to me and slumped slightly. "Scotch?" he said.
"No, thanks," I said. "I have to be driving back soon."
Mich.e.l.le moaned slightly as she worked her way back into consciousness.
"Well, then," Roland said. "I"ll have a double for the both of us."
"Bad day?" Miranda asked, when Mich.e.l.le and I arrived at the office.
"You have no idea," I said, and walked Mich.e.l.le into my office to lie down on my couch. Mich.e.l.le"s reaction to her incredible imploding reading had pa.s.sed beyond mere depression and moved into the region of pharmaceutically untreatable mental states. I urged her to take a nap before she went to have latex splotzed all over her face.
"That"s terrible," Miranda said, after I recounted our little adventure. "I mean, I didn"t think she was going to be good for the role, but what a way to flame out."
"If I were her hypnotherapist, I"d lie low for a couple of weeks," I said. "I don"t think their next session is going to be very pleasant. Listen, did you find out anything more about what Carl wants?"
"I did," Miranda said, reaching for her notebook. "I went over to Marcella"s desk and got the message. Here -- apparently a stunt dog they have on this Bruce Willis film contracted a nasty case of mange, and they need a replacement for some shots they"re doing this afternoon." She tore the page out of her notebook and handed it to me. "You"re going to have to spend a lot of time in makeup, Tom."
"Hardy har," I said, taking the note. The film was shooting in Pasadena, which was helpful -- it wasn"t far from where I lived, and not all that far from Pomona, where Mich.e.l.le was to have her face done. "It"s not me. It"s Joshua, the Wonder Pup."
"Isn"t that the name of your friend that"s always calling?" Miranda said.
"It is. Oddly enough, they look a lot alike, too. When am I supposed to be at the set?" I asked.
"You"re supposed to go as soon as you can," Miranda said. "Which, I"d guess, means right now."
"Fine," I said. "Miranda, I"m going to need you to do something for me. You need to take Mich.e.l.le to have her face done."
"I"m kind of busy here," Miranda said.
"Really," I said. "Doing what?"
"Answering phones?" Miranda ventured.
"Who"s going to call? Carl isn"t going to call, because I"m transporting his dog to the set. Mich.e.l.le isn"t going to call because she"s going to be wrapped in latex. The only person who might call is Van Doren, and I don"t want to talk to him, anyway."
"Hmrph," Miranda said.
"Is there a problem here, Miranda?" I asked.
Miranda scrunched up her face. "No. It"s just that now that she"s all depressed, I feel guilty for not wanting her to get the part. I forgot that she"s a real person sometimes, and not just this thing that makes 12 million dollars for being perky. It annoys me to have pity for someone who makes more in a day than I"m going to make in a year."
"Try," I said. "I"m supposed to go with her, but I can"t. You saw her, Miranda. She"s definitely not in any condition to be by herself at the moment. She"s certainly not in any condition to drive. I"m afraid in her state she"ll zonk out on the 60, drive into opposing traffic and mangle herself on a semi. Look, as soon as I"m done with this other thing, I"ll be there. And anyway, Mich.e.l.le likes you. Thinks you like her too, for some strange reason. Could be a big bonding moment for you two."
"Hmrph," Miranda said again.
"Come on, Miranda," I said. "You"re my a.s.sistant. a.s.sist."
"Can I expense lunch?" Miranda asked.
"By all means. Expense dinner, too."
"Whoo-hoo," Miranda said. "Taco Bell, here I come."
"So," Joshua said. "Can I have my own trailer yet?"
"Not yet," I said. "but, look, you have your own water bowl."
"Man, that"s the problem with being a dog," Joshua said. "The perks are just not there."
Joshua and I were waiting as the second unit crew of Bruce Willis" latest action spectacular set up their next shot. The first unit crew was in Miami, shooting on location with Willis and his costars. The second unit crew, meanwhile, was roaming around Los Angeles, shooting all the scenes the first unit didn"t want to deal with: cut scenes, establishing shots, and, of course, scenes with dogs. Joshua was, in fact, the biggest star on the set that day.
In the s.p.a.ce of less than one week, Joshua has become the most requested dog in Los Angeles film. It was the Mighty Dog commercial that did it: Joshua nailed it on the first take, no small feat in an industry where 30 seconds of animal action is often st.i.tched out of twelve to fifteen hours of raw footage. This so stunned the director that he filmed the commercial twice just to cover his a.s.s. Even with the extra take, the commercial was wrapped in two hours flat, saving the ad company about $200,000 in fees. The ad company tried to lock Joshua down to an exclusive contract before the commercial was done. I politely declined. Joshua peed on the company rep"s shoes.
By the time we got back to the house, Al Bowen had gotten ten phone calls asking to get Joshua for a commercial. We let Bowen pick and choose the a.s.signments; I got the distinct feeling that Bowen was using the opportunity to rack up some long-term favors. He wasn"t such a genial hippie after all. Not that it bothered either Joshua or me. Joshua was having fun and I didn"t mind hanging around a set, grazing off the craft service table and catching up on my reading.
Joshua especially liked hanging around with dogs now that he was one -- when we weren"t at a commercial set, we"d go to the beach or a park where he could go off, tail wagging, to meet and greet other members of the species. I suspected that his enthusiasm for other dogs probably came from poor Ralph, who had spent most of his life not in the company of other dogs, and was now making up for lost time. But then, since Joshua had been on Earth, most of his time had been spent alone as well. So maybe they were both making up for lost time.
The tendency for vicious gossip, however, was pure Joshua. "See that dog over there?" Joshua pointed out a German Shepherd with his muzzle. "It"s my understanding that he was almost fired off the last set he was on because he just would not stop licking his genitals on camera."
"Stop it," I said. "What a horrible thing to say about your costar."
"Hey, I didn"t start the rumor," Joshua said. "And anyway, it"s true. I heard his trainer talking about it to another trainer while I was on set. From what I hear, off-camera, he runs through his paces perfectly. You couldn"t ask for a better-trained dog. As soon as he hears the cameras running, though -- bam, nosedive into the crotch. It"s the sound of the cameras, I think. Such a good-looking dog too, you know. It"s a real shame."
"You know, your gossip would be much more interesting if it were actually about human beings," I said.
"Maybe for you," Joshua said. "But I"m in the canine universe, Tom. It"s a whole different ballgame down here. See that poodle? She"s a tick carrier. Saw one on her when we were doing that scene near the trees. It was the size of a Jeep Cherokee, Tom. I was scared for myself."
"I don"t think any of the other dogs would like you if they knew how you talked about them behind their backs."
"Well, that"s just the point," Joshua said. "I can"t very well tell any of them, now, can I? Language capability is a b.i.t.c.h, Tom."
"Pun intended, I"m sure."
"But of course."
Al Bowen picked that moment to walk up. "You sure spend a lot of time talking with that dog," he said.
"Well, I see you talking with your dogs, too," I said. "And with your other animals."
"I"m talking to my dogs," Bowen said. "You, on the other hand, talk like you"re having a conversation. I can see you jabbering at Joshua from the other side of the set. I don"t know how to break this to you, Tom. You may have the smartest dog in the world, but he still doesn"t speak."
"Doesn"t speak?" I said, feigning incredulousness. "Doesn"t speak? Joshua, what"s on top of a house?"
Joshua barked a bark that could have sounded like "roof," if one had enough to drink.