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"That mother-fucker STILL hasn't got back to me!"
Good morning, day or evening, inter-peeps. How many times have you torn yourself into little pieces over such words? I'm not just talking about that script you sent over to someone, that actor who liked your idea, that peer who couldn't be more up for it or that producer who was all up in your junk over a project. I'm talking about the many energy vampires we seem to stumble across throughout our filmmaking journey. The "Talkers".
EXT. LONDON - NIGHT
Film noir street choked with fog.
Planted under a shaft of light -- A SILHOUETTE. Man, Woman or Beast. Nobody knows. Just then, JOE FILM-AKER cuts across the damp, cobbled street.
Nods on approach, eyes unable to make out the murky figure.