Chapter 3: script

. Today will still be an ordinary day, there will be no surprises and no loss. When the skinny George Wells came out of the conference room, he has been muttering in his heart, as the team leader of the screenwriting team of Disney's Touchstone Film Company He felt like he was a failure, and since he started this position, there have been no big impact films.
In fact, this can't be resentful. Anyway, Disney Film Entertainment's main energy is in cartoons. The film subsidiary was only established in 1983, and then divided into two TV shows and movies. In Hollywood and the seven major movies that also speak about qualifications The company is still a bit worse than it is. Even in the past few years, although some better films have been produced, such as "Mermaid" movie version, "Three grandpas and one baby", "Who killed Rabbit Roger 》 Wait, but the influence is still bland
"Mr. Wells, Miss Meyers is waiting for you in your office." Miss Secretary called him now.
"Nancy? When did she come?" George asked quickly.
"About a quarter of an hour ago."
"It's not too long, I hope God heard me pray, maybe there will be a surprise today." George hurried to his office.
When he opened the door, he saw Nancy Meyers sitting at his desk and reading a book. As always, her gray career made her look very capable. There were many independent filmmakers in Hollywood, but female independent producers. It's very rare. Besides, Nancy also integrates production and screenwriting. His husband, Charles Shuye, is also a film director. Although this couple is not top-notch, it has a high level. This year they produced a film released by Universal. "New Father-in-law" got a good box office result. Now she's looking for herself, maybe there is a good script for Disney investment.
"Sorry, Nancy, I hope you haven't waited too long." George greeted him, and he and Nancy Meyers and his husband Charles Shuyer also knew each other.
"Of course not, only a minute passed by God." Nancy closed the book and quipped.
"It really makes me feel complacent to say that," George shrugged, and sat down in position. "Is there any good script?"
"Well, you know what, George, you look like an Indian who hunts cattle for the winter," Nancy shook her head and smiled.
"Don't make fun of me, Nancy, are you still unclear about my plight? I pray prayerfully every day, but obviously God is on vacation every day." George spread his hands helplessly.
"Okay, look at this." Nancy took out a stack of stationery from the document bag she brought with her and handed it to him.
"Very beautiful words," George sighed, took a closer look, and soon he became surprised. He nodded from time to time, and gave out one or two hearty laughter, and finally said in complete conviction. "It's pretty good, although it's still a romantic love story, but it's ingenious. From the perspective of a little girl, it's very interesting. What's new?"
He patted his head and laughed, "No, no, it's not your handwriting, and the lens division is not strict. Are you training new people?"
"Actually ... how do you say, look at this again." Nancy passed a few more pages of stationery.
George took it with some confusion, and the handwriting on the stationery was the same as before, and it could not be read softly: "Dear Miss Meyers, I am a loyal fan of you, and I really like the movies you make, whether "Baby Bomb" or "Adult New Father-in-law" or your screenwriter "Little Mistakes", let 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 if you like. The following is the idea that I came up with by chance. I wrote it as a script. If you like it, make it into a movie. If you do n’t like it, please collect it. This It's a gift for a fan. Yours, Angela Mason. "
After reading it in one breath, George grabbed his head and waved his arm, as if he didn't know what to say, before he looked at Nancy and said, "That said, this script is ... one of your fans wrote to Are you?"
"Literally, it should be like this." Nancy shrugged.
"It's really interesting. This is the first time I've seen a script sent to a producer. Does this young lady never know the production process of a movie?" George laughed.
"That's not necessarily true," Nancy sighed, took out the envelope and handed it to him, "look at the address."
George frowned slightly, took a look at it, and soon showed an incredible expression: "128 Blencott Street ?!"

The car stopped slowly along the street. A man and a woman got out of the car. The woman was in her early forties. The gray business attire made her look very capable, while the man in his thirties or so looked very handsome. Although he is very thin, he looks very spirited. The two are Nancy and George. George put his hand on his forehead and looked around. Finally, his eyes fell on the door of the Mason's house not far from them. .
"128 Blenker Street, a high-end residential area," he mumbled, then looked at Nancy: "Hey, I said Nancy, are you sure the lady who sent the script to you lives here?"
"Dear George, we have already discussed this issue in your office. I think it's not time for you or me to get presbyopia." Nancy said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, I can almost confirm now that this script was written by a rich lady for a while," George shrugged. "Although it's great, it's too surprising."
They talked and came to the door. They rang the bell. Soon, a female voice came from the intercom: "Hello, this is Mason's, may I ask who?"
"Hello, may I ask Miss Angela Mason at home?" Nancy replied.
After a moment of hesitation over there, a voice came again: "Please wait a moment, okay." Following the hurried voice, Nancy and George stared at each other in puzzlement, spreading their hands together.
Soon, the intercom at the door heard the female voice 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 the script should have changed from a rich lady to a rich wife.
With the open door, the two walked through the beautiful garden to the front of the villa. The marble fountain in the middle of the grass was shining brightly in the sun. It can be seen that the host here is very tasteful, and at this time a noble temperament The woman was already waiting at the door, and stretched out her hand to Nancy who was in front of her.
Nancy shook hands politely while marveling at the femininity: "Hello, Mrs. Mason, I'm Nancy Meyers, an independent filmmaker."
Followed George and shook hands, "Hello, Mrs. Mason. I'm George Wells, the lead of the screenwriting team of Disney Pictures."
Mrs. Mason frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly covered up her emotions and made a please gesture: "Please come in."
After arriving at the living room, Nancy and George were secretly surprised again. From the decoration of the living room to the layout, they all showed the taste of the host. They couldn't help but wonder. The lady in front of her should also be a successful person. Worrying about writing a script? 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. She quickly brought the plate with two tall pots and three cups. The tall mouthless tin pot was naturally filled with coffee, while the silver round The fat long-mouth teapot contains black tea.
"This is authentic Chinese Zhengshan small seed black tea. The rich rosin is very suitable for afternoon tea. My husband and I like it very much." Mrs. Mason smiled and poured black tea and coffee for the guests, then added a little milk to her glass After taking sugar, she took a sip of grace.
Nancy's growing confusion, unlike George, has given her a pair of bright eyes for many years as a film maker. The villa's layout and the silver pots made of tea all show the identity of the owner. What is such a person Write such a lively and romantic text? How did you write that passionate letter to her?
At this time, the anxious George began to talk after putting down the glass: "Mrs. Mason, this is the case. The script you sent to Miss Nancy, she has shown it to us, and honestly, it is very good, so we decided to shoot I hope to get your consent for this film, but because you are not a professional screenwriter and a newcomer, the price may be lower, about $ 40,000. "
Mrs. Mason frowned slightly, and seemed a little puzzled. George busy explained: "This is the convention, madam, $ 40,000 is already a high price for newcomers, even with the level of David Popular Science ,is also like this."
"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Wells," Mrs. Mason said calmly, "but I think we seem to have made a mistake."
She smiled slightly: "Introduce yourself, Elena Margaret Mason, the chief designer of Phipple Jewelry, Angela Mason is my daughter!"
Faced with the surprised two, she quickly added another sentence: "She is 11 years old this year!"