Ghost of Goodnight Lane Page #2

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- Laurel...

- Blonde with the...?

- With the... yeah.

Um, she's gotta come

and do some extra ADR,

and I wanna reshoot some

of the dance scene.

But we've already locked

the dance sequence.

- You need more...

- We need to include some...

- Right. Okay.

- more guns and, uh, product placement.

Yeah, but then we have to call

back all the other actors and...

That's, that's, I don't care.

That's fine.

Bring whoever.

Just bring her.

That's fine.

All right, listen, um...

Thank you, all right?

Let's do this one for Ron.

For the Ron-ster.

For the Rontolemeron.

And, life goes on.

Go team.

Thank you.

All right, Laurel.

Might have to get a haircut.

No.

She's outta your league.

Could happen...

But you know, maybe a shower?

Okay, that's fair.

Thank you for throwing this reception

for Ron. I really appreciate it.

- I just wish he was here.

- Me too.

So, what do you got for

us, Benjamin Buttons?

Well, I was able to retrieve

any of the work that he did.

Anything he saved, we got,

but the problem is, he didn't

get as far as we had hoped.

Well, because he was spending

his time looking at this.

Ooh!

Kung pow chicken nuggets.

Is that her leg?

- That is a wing.

- Oh.

Anyway, so that's all I got.

Okay.

- You guys know where I'll be.

- Mmm.

Just give me the locked edit when

you're done with it, all right?

All right, cool.

You download everything

off the camera?

Uh, no, I hadn't gotten that far.

I've just been reviewing

these cut sequences.

He's filmed himself editing.

Is that all he was doing?

Tell you what, why don't you

review the rest of that material.

And if you find anything

compromising, delete it.

Better yet, why don't you

burn copies for all of us.

Will someone please tell

me when Lauren gets here?

Laurel.

- Hey, Alan?

- F***!

- What?

- What?!

There is a lady who wants

to see you up front.

Well, f***!

What?

Hello, ma'am.

My name is Alan.

Hello?

May I be of some

assistance to you, Ma'am?

I can't believe what you've

done with this place.

I knew it was going to

be different, but...

this is more than I could imagine.

I'm sorry, ma'am, have we met?

Do I know you?

You only saw my signature.

Thelma Perkins.

I thought about telling

you sooner, but...

it didn't seem right

stirring up the pot

if there was no reason to.

But then I saw those officers.

It was such a shame what

happened to that nice man.

Yeah, it was awful

what happened to Ron.

Why, did you know him?

No.

But,

I like to keep an eye

on things, you know...

From a distance.

Seems like something's got

her all wound up again.

You can feel it if

you're close enough.

Mhmm.

Pier and beam, you know.

They would play hide-and-seek.

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