Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 13 Make some money

"Chris, how much money do you have? I mean, how much is your total savings?"

Back at the Bird Street Burger Shop, Link approached Chris Bauer and asked.

"What?"

Chris Bauer put down the metal tray and flexed his biceps to see if they were bigger.

"Don't look at your muscles yet."

Link patted his shoulder blade muscle. "It's like this. A cinema has agreed to show my movie in 10 theaters for seven consecutive days, but it needs a deposit. How much money do you have? Lend it all to me. I will pay you back in less than a month, and I can also give you 10% interest. How about it? How much money do you have?"

"I need a deposit to show a movie? How much is the deposit? I don't know if I have enough money on me."

"Not much, thirty thousand dollars!"

"30,000?! Are you crazy? Look at me, do I look like someone with 30,000 dollars?"

"How many do you have?"

"I haven't spent all the money I made from the filming these past two days. It's about $250. Do you want to borrow it?"

Chris Bauer blinked, and his short and thick eyebrows moved, and the appearance of his whole face dropped below 30.

".250 dollars? Never mind, keep it for yourself."

After failing to borrow money from Chris Bauer, Link continued to borrow from other people, including his part-time colleagues, acquaintances in the youth hostel, and even the owners of several fast food restaurants.

I couldn’t borrow any.

My colleagues at work and the people living in the youth apartments are almost all day long. Whenever they earn money from the film set or part-time job, they spend it all in less than a day.

In America, especially among young people, there is almost no habit of saving money, nor are there any worries about getting married, buying a house, and raising children. They are all prisoners of hedonism.

However, with his current credit and repayment ability, the fast food restaurant owners were not qualified to lend him more than $1000.

When Link offered to borrow $1 and repay $10, still no one lent him money. The owner of the Chinese restaurant thought he was a scammer and did not allow him to continue working in the restaurant for fear of causing trouble.

Link could have borrowed money from Jerome Preston.

Not to mention that based on their relationship, Jerome might not necessarily lend the money. Even if he does, he will be looked down upon by the other party during the borrowing process, and he will have to owe a big favor to the other party later on.

In addition, seeking private loans is not a popular practice in the United States.

After a busy day, Link didn't borrow a single dollar. He tossed and turned in bed at night, unable to fall asleep. Even the moon outside the window seemed dazzling to him.

At around one o'clock in the morning, he thought of a desperate solution.

He got up from the bed, turned on the desk lamp with his naked butt, took out a new manuscript and a pen, and wrote two words on the cover of the manuscript - "Kill Bill".

"Kill Bill" is a film directed by Quentin in 2003. It tells the story of a retired female killer whose former boss sent people to kill her entire family at a wedding. She was seriously injured and fell into a coma for four years. After waking up, she traveled around the world for revenge.

It is somewhat similar to the experience of Liu Zhengfeng, the leader of the Hengshan School in Jin Yong's "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", except that he was unable to embark on the path of revenge after his entire family was killed.

"Kill Bill" became a huge hit as soon as it was released, and three films were made in succession. It is considered the pinnacle of Quentin Tarantino's directorial career and a classic work of violent aesthetics.

The reason why Link copied this script was to try and see if he could get some US dollars from Quentin Tarantino.

Quentin's new movie "Reservoir Dogs" performed averagely at the box office, but the video sales were good, with 12 copies sold this week, cumulative sales reaching 630 million US dollars, and sales are expected to be over million.

Quentin also made a lot of money from this, hundreds of thousands of dollars.

The reason why they chose Quentin to sell the script instead of others, or the seven major Hollywood studios, or many independent production companies, was because he had done so before, but so far no film company has contacted him to acquire the rights to adapt his script.

Link also copied a short science fiction novel and submitted it to a publishing house. More than three months later, there was still no news.

The chances of success in selling Quentin's script to a film company are higher than that of submitting it to a film company.

After writing from midnight to morning, Link stretched his stiff lower back, asked Chris Bauer for help to ask for leave, came back, ate a bowl of fried egg noodles, and continued to write the script at his desk.

"Look at me, Matsumoto. Take a good look at my face. Look at my eyes. Look at my nose. Look at my chin. Look at my mouth. Do I look familiar? Do I look like someone you murdered?"

Quentin's scripts have a common problem, there is too much nonsense, but this nonsense contains a lot of humorous parts, and echoes other plots. If they are deleted, the meaning will be greatly reduced.

Link has watched "Kill Bill 1 and 2" several times and analyzed the film's structure and camera language, but he has never memorized the lines.

When copying the script, he did not try to repeat the lines of the original script, but designed the lines in his own language style based on the main thread of the original script's story.

At the same time, the description of Chinese Kung Fu is also expanded.

He didn't know whether the revised script would impress Quentin, but he could only try.

Under the light, Link was busy writing the script at his desk. The heroine followed the plot he wrote, flying from Texas, USA to Okinawa, Tokyo, China and Mexico, killing one enemy after another.

Before he finished writing the story, his stomach growled with hunger. Link raised his stiff neck, and the hour hand of the alarm clock on the table pointed to the six-seven o'clock range. The chandelier in the room was on all day, and the morning sun outside the window turned into the sunset without him noticing.

Link put down his pen, rubbed his wrists, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of pasta, took out a piece of beef brisket from the small refrigerator, cut it into small pieces, blanched it and put it in the pot to fry, then chopped two fresh tomatoes, ginger slices, green onions, black sesame seeds, seasoning sauce, etc., put them in the pot to stew, gurgling~.

After eating tomato and beef brisket pasta, Link remembered something and went to the phone booth downstairs to call Quentin, asking if Quentin had time tomorrow, as he had an interesting script he wanted him to look at.

Quentin said he didn't have time. He was in New York these days promoting Reservoir Dogs and taking care of some work matters. He would be back next week and we could take a look at his script next week.

But the daylilies will be cold by next week.

Link asked him if he could come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
Quentin asked doubtfully, why are you in such a hurry just to read a script?
Link said that there was something very important, a matter of life and death, and asked him where he was in New York and that he could bring the script to him.

Quentin's tone became helpless, and he said that he could give him the contact information of producer Lawrence Band and ask Lawrence Band to read the script.

Link ponders Quentin's suggestion.

Although Lawrence Band is a good producer with a certain vision, a script like "Kill Bill" is suitable for Quentin, but it may not be the same if it is handed over to Lawrence Band.

In addition, time is tight. It will take at least one day to get Lawrence Bender to read the script. If we can't reach an agreement, there won't be enough time to go back and find Quentin.

Link cheekily asks where Quentin lives in New York, wanting to visit him with a gift.

Quentin reluctantly told him the address, and added that he would be flying to London the day after tomorrow afternoon to participate in the film's overseas promotion, and if he had to come, it would be best to come before tomorrow.

Link said okay, see you in New York tomorrow.

After Quentin hung up, he called Jerome Preston.

He told Jerome that he was collecting the money and asked him if he could talk to the manager of Consolidated Theatres in Burbank and see if a $1 deposit would be feasible.

Make a reservation for three days with $1. If the box office performance is lower than the average after three days of release, you will make further plans.

Jerome Preston called him a lunatic and told him helplessly that he could talk to the manager of the Union Theater, but he had to give an answer before the day after tomorrow about how to distribute the film.

Because the theater also did some preparation work before the movie was released, I hope he can understand.

Link expressed his understanding and thanked Jerome.

Jerome Preston said that he has submitted his theater marketing plan to AMC Entertainment Group after editing and processing it. If the headquarters is also optimistic about the plan, there may be a bonus.

Ask him if he wants to wait for a while before considering self-funded publication?

Link asked Jerome if there was a bonus, and if so, how long would it take to pay it out according to AMC Group's practice.

Jerome Preston said he was not sure, but according to convention, if there were any, they would be distributed before Christmas.

Link says forget it and wishes him and his family a good night.

After hanging up the phone, Link hurried upstairs, ready to go back and continue writing the script.

When he reached the corner of the stairs on the third floor, his shoulder suddenly bumped into something very soft and elastic. The owner of the object let out an "ahhhhh" sound, and the air was filled with the scent of roses mixed with orange, which was clearer than last time.

"Sorry ma'am, I was so careless, oh, are you Ms. Monica Bellucci?"

Link took a step back to apologize, looking across at the woman who looked like an Italian actress, known as 'Ball Flower'.

"Hello, do you know me?"

The woman covered her left chest and looked at him, her English pronunciation not fluent.

"My name is Link, and I work part-time at a pizza shop on Hollywood Boulevard. I delivered pizza to your crew a few days ago. It was Dracula, right? I saw you in the lounge that day. After all, you are very beautiful and impressive."

"Thank you!"

"Ms. Bellucci, the security situation here is very average. For beautiful women, the risk index is even higher. If you live alone, it's best not to go out at night. Goodbye!"

Link waved his hand, strode up to the fourth floor, and returned to the small apartment to continue writing the script.

At around two o'clock in the morning, he finished writing the revised version of the "Kill Bill" script. The entire script was 22 pages long, and the narration, lines, scene design, character relationships and other elements added up to about 3 words.

After finishing writing and drinking a cup of hot water, he found that he was not sleepy at all and was very excited.

After walking around the room, he sat down again to write a new script, "Django Unchained", which was Plan B.

If Quentin doesn't like Kill Bill, he can be given the second script.

What if you don’t like any of them?

Emm, I hope this doesn't happen.

(End of this chapter)