CHAPTER ELEVENSam had taped signs saying: ‘QUIET PLEASE—FILMING IN PROGRESS’ all along the corridor and also at the entrance of the studio. Gone were the days of a red or green light over the door. Even though he knew they weren’t filming, Jimmy still entered tentatively.Down the opposite end of the studio was the bedroom set Jimmy had helped Sam build and dress over the past couple of days. Furnishing it as cheaply as possible, from charity shops and market stalls. He had to admit Sam had done a great job of lighting it.Sam was in a different part of the space, standing over the makeshift desk they’d set up. It was covered with recording equipment and several laptops. Sam was staring at one of these laptops, frowning over the footage he’d just shot.“So how’d it go?” Jimmy said. “Melissa any good?”“She’s okay,” said Sam, after a long pause. “Nothing special in the way of talent.”“Really? That’s a surprise. Her looks though, she’s perfect for the part. So long as she’s not e
CHAPTER TWELVE“Right,” said Jimmy, bounding back into Sam’s living room. “Let’s get this script treatment sorted.”There were coke crumbs around his left nostril. Sam knew he thought the stuff made him more creative, but it also make him a bit of an arsehole. Especially if they were under pressure to finish something. It was already late, and they had to be up early tomorrow to prepare for another day of shooting.“What we really need to work out is how the whole story wraps up. Did find out how that myth ends?”“Not yet, I’ll get around to it later.”“I thought you said you were going to read up on how it ended before we started the script.”“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been a little busy of late.”“It’s just that it might help us come up with a conclusive ending,” said Sam. “Something that will tie up the whole plot.”Jimmy frowned. “Does it have to be totally conclusive?”“Yes, we don’t want to cheat the audience.”“We’re not cheating them if we leave the end
CHAPTER THIRTEENThe next morning they waited for Melissa. They got in early, as planned, and re-dressed the set so it would now work as a living room. Jimmy had stayed up all night writing dialogue and Sam had edited it that morning.By midday there was still no sign of her. “She’s not coming,” said Sam, obsessively retying his man bun. “I fucking knew it!”“Relax,” said Jimmy. “She’ll turn up.”But she didn’t, not that day, nor the next.“We’re fucked,” said Sam, on the third day. His eyes were red and his chin unshaven. Sleep had evaded them both the past few nights. Sam had even dipped into Jimmy’s coke stash, something he rarely did these days. “We haven’t got an ending, we haven’t got a cast and we haven’t got our leading lady anymore.”“We can fix this,” said Jimmy. “It’s alright, I’ll find her.”“It’s not her you should be worried about, it’s our whole fucking film.”“But I am worried about her,” said Jimmy. “I am.”
CHAPTER FOURTEENJimmy’s phone buzzed as he turned off Oxford Circus into Berwick Street. It was Sam.“Any sign of her?” said Jimmy, hopefully.“Nope, this is the fourth day she hasn’t shown up. I told you she’s not coming back. We’re pissing away money here, money we don’t have. We need to regroup, come up with a new plan and hold some more auditions. And we need to do it now. No more wild goose chases.”“Just let me chase down this one last lead.”“Listen to you, when did you become Sam Spade?”“Fuck off, I think I’m finally on to something.”“We can’t find her, just admit it. We’ve been through every single headshot on spotlight.com, contacted all the agents we can think of, looked at every actor’s directory there is. There aren’t any other leads. We need to start focusing on the project otherwise it’s gonna go tits up.”“Look I know you’re right, but let me do this one last thing. I got out some old copies of Spotlight from the local reference library this morning, from bef
CHAPTER FIFTEENThe back office was even smaller than the front one, with just enough room for a small desk and two chairs. Jimmy had to close the door before he could sit down. Janice Strang was a hard bitten, middle aged woman with dyed, brunette hair, an expensive manicure, and just the right amount of make-up.“I wasn’t aware I’d placed anyone with your project, Mr Walden.”“Call me Jimmy. And I’m not actually here to talk about an actor you currently handle. It’s one you used to manage.”“Oh,” said Janice, already losing interest.“Her name is Melissa Scott.”Janice looked up from the papers she was sorting with a shocked frown. “Mr Walden, if that’s who you really are, I don’t know what your reason for coming is, but I find that in very poor taste and I don’t wish to continue this conversation. Kindly see yourself out.”Jimmy was so surprised by this response he got out of his chair, then sat down again and said, “Wait, did you have some sort of problem with Melissa. Does
CHAPTER SIXTEENSam stood up, closed his eyes and massaged his temples. He wondered if the work would be any easier if he were stoned, or did a couple of lines? Probably not, it might even make him worse.Only H, or crippling amounts of alcohol, could make him numb enough him to deal with the footage, and he didn’t like either of those highs;, certainly couldn’t work on them. It wasn’t just the extreme images that were getting to him, it was also his Mac. It kept playing up.As he’d promised Jimmy, Sam was using the dead time to edit the footage, taking out the worst bits and preparing clips to splice into the film. He was working in the studio space. They’d already rented it and he might as well put it to some use. Plus he was reluctant to work on the footage in his home. As stupid as it sounded, he was afraid it might taint his apartment.It had actually taken him a while to build up the courage to go through the footage. Every time he viewed it he was back in the lock up, taped
CHAPTER SEVENTEENThe camera moved from the first victim to the woman on the operating table. The one who was identical to Melissa. As the blurry figures went to work, she looked heavenward with eyes every bit as blue as Melissa’s.Oh shit. Oh no. What was she going to think of him now?Melissa hands fell from Sam’s shoulders to his waist as she leaned over to get a better look at the screen.“Look, Melissa, it’s not what it looks like,” Sam said. “Okay, it is what it looks like and I know what you must be thinking, but I swear to God I was just about to . . . ”Melissa put a finger to Sam’s lips. “Shh,” she said. “We’re missing the best bits.”“What?! You’re not . . . ? I mean, I thought you’d be like . . . livid.”“What I am is wet. And this film just makes me wetter.” Melissa ran her fingers over Sam’s crotch. “I notice our friend here has gotten a little shy. I do hope he’s going to put in another appearance.” She stroked Sam through the front of his jeans, coaxing him back
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN“Course, Hackney’s nothing like it used to be,” said the Big Issue vendor, as Jimmy fished around in his pocket for change. “Ten years ago it still had an edge. You could get all manner of dodgy goods from the market. And the squat parties, that’s what I miss the most, them and the crack dens with the boarded up windows. All these yuppies who’ve moved in, they’ve fucking ruined it.”“A wise man once told me it’s still all there,” said Jimmy. “Underneath the surface of the city”“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”“How should I know, I’ve never driven a mini cab.” Jimmy handed the guy his money and headed off down the street still smiling.The house he was looking for was in a little cul de sac, off the Lower Clapton Road. It was one of those Victorian terraces that were popular round these parts. It hadn’t been renovated, as so many of them had. Melissa’s sister Suzy had told him where to find it.Incense and patchouli wafted out as she answered the door. Suzy wa