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The Smoking Gun, Part 3.

The perps had been nailed red-handed. One of whom had mistakenly faxed me a transcript of an audio recording that featured me pitching my legal thriller. This was the very same legal thriller they later handed to a celebrity screenwriter, who subsequently sold it as a spec treatment for nearly four million dollars.

I was holding all the cards. I had my lawyer on the phone. He was waiting on me to either nuke the entire high-profile deal or negotiate some kind of settlement.

My decision was to deal.

Now, for those of you who view this as a weak move, you may want to put a temporary cork in your judgment. Read on and remember that if I used my position to dynamite the deal, it would’ve meant nobody would ever be able to move forward with my story—including me. That and there were some behind the scenes stakeholders who might see my behavior as intractable. Not quite the rep I was looking to curry in small town with ears the size of Dumbo’s.

“What do you think we should ask for?” I queried my lawyer.

“For starters, an immediate cash payment. Then whatever you think is fair.”

The nearly four million Mr. Celebrity Screenwriter would be paid included his incredibly expensive writing services, well-earned from having penned a successive string of boffo movies. And, once again, I didn’t consider him a thief as much as an egocentric opportunist who was accustomed to producers visiting him on bent knee, offering up their first born in order to secure his imprimatur.

“What I want,” I began, “Is everything (Mr. Jellyfish) and (Mr. Euro) will ever make on the movie.”

“As in money?” asked my lawyer.

“Every penny. They’re the thieves. They shouldn’t make a cent on the movie. Not a dime.”

“But they still get to produce the movie, right?” he asked. “Credit and all.”

Produce? Credit? If I could’ve denied the bastards the legal right to procreate I might’ve considered that.

“I suppose I can’t deny them credit.” I said. “I just believe they should never be able to profit from the movie.”

“Agreed,” he said. “You know (Mr. Jellyfish) is going to blow a gasket.”

“Let him.” I said. “Those are my terms.”

Another round of calls began, melting the phone lines with incendiary words and assignations about my character. But I held my ground. Gave my lawyer permission to hit the self-destruct button at any moment he felt was appropriate. Then sometime around seven PM I recall a messenger arriving at my house with a cashier’s check. I won’t divulge the precise amount. Let’s just say it was  enough for a down payment on a waterfront villa on Lake Kiss My Ass.

As for my demand to receive all moneys the producing duo would ever earn on the movie, they threw the requisite snit fit. Claimed I was the actual thief upon realizing their distinct lack of leverage.

Meanwhile, I decided that I also wanted a producing credit on the picture. Not just any producer credit. Just the lowliest. Associate Producer. On screen and in the credit block of all prints and advertisements.

For some reason, the Associate Producer request flipped some kind of hellfire switch in the celebrity screenwriter’s super agent. He phoned me, shouted into the phone, charging me with extortion.

“Extortion?” I asked. “Who was the one who got ripped off?”

“It’s already been established that my client didn’t know the story was yours,” argued the super agent.

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“My client is still going to write a script. You will be producing nothing. Yet you still want credit?”

Like that ever stopped anybody in Hollywood from seeking a producing credit, the most abused title in cinematic history. Much later—and I’m talking years down the road—when that super agent turned into a movie producer, he received a “produced by” credit on films where he never stepped on a set, never read the script, nor secured a lick of financing. And years after, the chance arrived for me to tweak him for his lousy argument, his pithy response was “Fuck you.”

“Here’s why I want a producer credit,” I told the super agent. “Because I invented the legal thriller which your client is getting paid four million to write. Why do I want the Associate Producer credit? Because nobody else will want it and that way I won’t have to share. And why do I want that credit on all prints and ads? Because one day, my children will want to know why my name is on the movie. And that’ll give me the opportunity to tell them a real life morality tale of thievery, bullying, and unchecked arrogance.”

Yeah. It was a mouthful. I still recall that I’d spent the entire phone conversation pacing around our upstairs nursery, surrounded by pastels and tapestries depicting little puffy clouds.

Sometime the next day, I heard the entire deal was in peril. Not because of my demands, but because that cash-rich indie studio who’d made the high profile agreement had unknowingly found themselves trying to purchase the rights to that stupid French comedy on which the story was NEVER based.

Yes. Again.

Somehow, the lines of communication got untangled and the deal points were settled.

As for my demands, everybody pretty much caved and I received what was right. My deal closed. Legal papers were generated for me to sign away the rights to my legal thriller… and I indeed signed.

You would think that would be the end of the tale. I can imagine blog fans racking their brain for recent legal thrillers, wondering which movie I’m writing about. But we’re not there yet.

In the years that followed, I’ve miraculously never had the unpleasant experience of bumping into either Mr. Jellyfish or Mr. Euro. Though my attorney hasn’t been so lucky. At the few events where they’ve had social encounters, my lawyer has offered his hand in a gesture of détente. Mr. Jellyfish has yet to reciprocate.

Meanwhile, remember when I said that Hollywood is a small town? One day I’m having a getting-to-know-you-lunch with a young development exec who’d been overseeing couple of my screenplay projects. During the meal I decided to amuse him with the smoking gun story. He sat across from me, gob-smacked at nearly about every turn. Sure, I thought. It’s a helluva tale. But something in his reaction piqued my curiosity.

“It’s a great story. But not that great a story,” I told him, sensing he was over-reacting.

“No,” said the sharp young exec. “That’s not it at all. You see, before I worked at my current job, I worked for (Mr. Jellyfish).”

“You’re joking.”

“Totally serious,” he said. “And I think I’m the dude who faxed you the file.”

“The file with the smoking gun?”

“Uh huh.”

I nearly fell out of my chair as he recounted his side of things. His crazy boss, storming around his condo screaming, “Fax him the fucking file!”

“The whole file?” the former assistant had asked.

“The fucking file!” screamed Mr. Jellyfish. “I said fax it now!”

As I write this, I’m still laughing. As I said earlier, how often does one have a chance to hold an actual smoking gun? Let alone get to meet the unlucky minion who accidentally faxed it to you.

That young development exec has since left the business for saner pastures. But to this very day, we remain the closest of friends.

Fast forward a few years. I’d moved on. But for the story of my cinematic victimization and vindication, I’d heard not a syllable about a forthcoming movie. Then came a call from my new agent.

“Hey,” he said to me. “There’s this project over at (the independent studio). Legal thriller by (Mr. Celebrity Screenwriter). They say he botched it so bad they wanna know if you’d like to take a whack at it.”

“You’re joking,” I said. “Seriously?”

“Seriously what?” he said. “They wanna talk to you about doing a rewrite. Should I send the script over for you to read?”

“Ha ha ha,” I said, thinking I was getting punked. “Really. Stop messing with me.”

“I’m not messing,” he said. “Why would I mess about a writing gig? That’s how I make my money.”

“You seriously don’t know?”

“I seriously don’t know.”

“I’ve never told you?”

“Told me what?” he said, totally confused by my tack. My relationship with this agent was still pretty fresh. I hadn’t yet shared with him the sordid tale.

“So look,” he said. “Are you interested in a meeting or not?”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’m very interested in meeting. More than you could EVER imagine.”

Next week, the fourth and final installment of THE SMOKING GUN.

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  1. Guinea Pig says:

    I’m literally speechless.

    You’re a better person than I ever would have been. I would have burned Mr Jellyfish. Burned him to ashes.

    Looking forward to installment number 4. (Which is the last part right? You’re not going to sneak a part 5 onto your unsuspecting readers next week are you?)

  2. Krista says:

    I LOVE this story. I was looking through Backstage casting calls when I got the email notifying that part 3 was up. I stopped everything to read it! Thanks for your writing!

  3. Jack says:

    This just keeps getting better and better…you should turn THIS into a movie and double-dip on those punks!

  4. Jenna Avery says:

    I am laughing so hard my son keeps saying, “What? What?” Great story, Doug. I can’t wait for the next installment.

    • Rarely in life does stuff play out like this one. I mean, I’m a writer. I make stuff up to be entertaining. This tale is truly one that is better than anything I could’ve invented. Though I think Mr. Jellyfish as a calling card is more theatrical than the MF’s actual name.

  5. Isabel says:

    …a down payment on a waterfront villa on Lake Kiss My Ass…I almost fell off my chair! That made me so happy. Love your style.

  6. Tim O'Connell says:

    This is great – ” Doug do you have a twist on this screenplay? You have some ideas of your own , a vision of how this story could be re-written?”

    “I just might my friend. I just might.”

    haha – too good. Looking forward to next installment Doug. 🙂


  7. Isabel says:

    Just glad that you got your due. I’ve been reading these installments, literally with my mouth hanging open in disbelief, and so amazed at how you handled the situation. I know that if anything like this ever happens to me, I’ll probably be able to scare up a bit more courage than I would have before reading this. So, thank YOU. Can’t wait to see what happened in that rewrite meeting.

  8. Fred Bluhm says:


    Sounds like you’re writing the sequel to William Goldman’s “Adventures In The Screen Trade.” Promise me you’ll put all these enlightenment’s into book form someday. At present, I’m currently working on some projects that I hope, of course, to sell someday. Meanwhile, since you’ve been sharing (your) screen trade adventures with us, I’m beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t have gone to law school when I had the chance 🙂 Thanks for sharing, Doug.

    • No need for law school, Fred. Just a decent lawyer and some common sense. As I’ve said before, if you’re successful and productive in this town, theft will happen. Sad to say but true. Occassionally, you get your due. Other times, not so much. But never let it deter you.

  9. Em boogie says:

    Gold Doug, Gold!

  10. Emily Blake says:

    It is important that you read this in Butthead’s voice:

    That is the greatest thing I have ever heard.

  11. Rob E says:

    I’m throwing High Fives in an empty room.
    I love that you took what they would ever make on it.
    Thanks for sharing.

  12. Clive says:

    I’ve been trying to pin down why this is such a stand out story, and i think it’s because all reasonable people reading the beginning had every reason to surmise that you were well and truly shafted.Faxing the audio transcript was an absolute and unexpected thunderbolt.Even Mel brooks in the producers wasn’t that much of an imbecile.

    • Imbecile or someone who had a moment of sheer stupidity. I can’t get inside the head of a man like Mr. Jellyfish. He has cleverly continued to have a pretty damn profitable career.

  13. paul says:

    Rewrite of the rewrite of the idea that was stolen from you in the first place…ha! And a producing credit. Sometimes life is just too bizarre and funny. Love that you had that conversation in the nursery with the puffy clouds, too.

  14. A. A. Matin says:

    Doug – why did you want an associate producer credit? It seems a “Story by” credit would be more appropriate. Or would that encroach too much on Mr. Celebrity Screenwriter?

    • An associate producer credit on titles and in all ads is a bit of a writer’s outlier. It was also a credit I could be most certain of not having to share with brigands. As for the story credit, that is a “writing” credit and cannot be negotiated under WGA standards. More will be explained in Part 4. Thanks Asim.

  15. Em_Boogie says:

    I know Doug, but always believe in your soul… ;-p

  16. John Michael Thomas says:

    As others, I stopped what I was doing to read part 3 as soon as I saw the email that it was up. Amazing story, thanks for sharing it…with style. Your choice of psuedonyms and turns of phrase to hide the gory details and protect the guilty makes it all the more real – and entertaining.

  17. Nice to hear of a writer coming out on top (at least in terms of recompense and credit) in the face of so much skulduggery…

  18. Sounds like standing your ground while still trying to do the decent thing earned you another chance to pursue the concept and more money. Nice.

    Glad everything worked out for the development exec too.

  19. B. Rich Adams says:

    Hey Doug,
    hope all is well with you,
    Funny ol’ thing that KARMA, eh?
    This has to be the most unexpected outcome, your delivery as always, impeccable. I love this story so far…

  20. Vic says:

    Great story, Doug. I only happened upon your website fairly recently, but I’ve read every post. A couple, twice. So thanks for the effort and the war stories – as several people have already pointed out, surely there’s a book in this.

    Please keep telling these stories until you run out. Then just make something up. We won’t know the difference.

  21. Bill millstein says:

    Love it. Can’t wait for Part 4. But what if there’s a Part 5!

  22. James Hornsby says:

    I happily sat down with a cup of cocoa to read this and nearly blew froth out my nose, “waterfront villa on Lake kiss my ass.” And the finishing stroke of the young exec being the faxman. I am loving this. I can’t wait for the climax.

  23. Justin Sloan says:

    Golden – great story! At what point should we start throwing guesses out there?

  24. Fred Bluhm says:

    Thanks, Cindy. Been writin’ for a long time, but fairly new to the screenwriting arena.

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