Swimming with Sharks Page #3

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over to his place by midnight.

Bye.

So I don't know what

you've heard about this job,

but it's gonna be a lot of work

for sh*t wages.

A lot of sh*t work

for sh*t wages.

Picking up dry-cleaning,

gassing up his car,

getting him coffee,

getting him lunch,

and getting him laid.

And he can be, well...

difficult.

In there.

Difficult at times.

After all, Buddy

is the senior executive

vice president of production

for Keystone.

Only 2 people

bigger than that.

Stella Smiley,

President at

World-wide Production...

for now.

She doesn't like us.

Let me write this down.

But that's ok--

excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Because above her

is Cyrus Miles...

studio chairman

and grand poobah.

We call him god.

And he does like us.

That thing is gonna be

the second most important

thing in your life.

I pity the day

it breaks down on you.

Ah.

Oh.

Whew.

Guy, if you do this job well,

wealth and opportunity

are yours.

All of Buddy's assistants

have gone on to bigger

and better things.

One is running the Sony Channel.

Another one has produced

all the Macaulay Culkin

action pictures.

Wow.

It's a good lineage.

A legacy.

Fantastic.

If you don't mind me asking,

where are you going?

Vice President of production

at Paramount.

Like I said,

it is a good lineage.

This is the most important

thing in your life.

It works very simple.

Steady green light--

the line is active.

If it's off, it's dead.

Flashing red--

someone's holding.

Flashing green--

incoming.

Flashing green.

Incoming. Yes.

Ok.

Don't worry,

You'll do all right, farm boy.

Actually...uh...

I'm from upstate New York.

There are farms around...

in the area.

Good morning, Mr. Ackerman.

Hello.

Buddy Ackerman's office.

I'm from

a more urban area.

Guy?

So glad to see you here.

I cannot tell you

how grateful I am

that you could start

right away.

It'll be nice to finally get

some real help around here

and get rid

of this mongoloid

so he'll stop

screwing me up

and f*** the competition

for a change, huh?

Our gain is their loss.

What?

Stella's on line 1, Nom's on 2,

and they called

from the stage.

They want to raise the

volume on the final mix.

You get me Rob

on the phone.

He's on 3.

Well, I'll take him.

You tell Stella to hold.

Take my Mom, and when

you're done with her,

west lobby, tube dress,

stiletto heels. Hurry.

Fetch.

Come on, Guy.

You're in for a treat.

Hi, Stella. Yeah,

he'll be right down.

Yo, Rob, listen, I ran

the rough cut last night,

and the mix is still

way too goddamned low.

I told you you gotta

bring up the explosions.

They gotta be

loud, loud, loud!

The audience should feel

their balls tremble.

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