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  Dreaming of Italy

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  JM Global Productions: Screenplay – DREAMING OF ITALY – Scene 56 (Final)

  EXT. VENICE WATERFRONT – DAY

  EMILY and ROBERT standing face to face on the quay. Tears running down EMILY’S face. A launch is waiting in the water alongside them.

  EMILY

  Is it really time for you to go?

  ROBERT

  (struggling with his emotions)

  I wish we didn’t have to part like this.

  EMILY

  So do I, but it’s out of our hands. (sobs) You have to go one way. I have to go another.

  ROBERT

  (stretches out his hand and lays it against her cheek)

  If only things could be different. If only we could stay together.

  EMILY

  I wish that were true… These past days have been so wonderful. I can’t believe it has to end. I’ll never stop dreaming of Italy and of you.

  ROBERT

  Meeting you is the very best thing that’s ever happened to me.

  (reaches out and embraces her)

  I love you, Emily, from the bottom of my heart.

  EMILY

  And I love you too. So very, very much. Goodbye, Robert… my love.

  ROBERT steps down into the launch.

  ROBERT

  Goodbye, my darling. I’ll always love you.

  Launch starts to pull away. Cut to close-up of EMILY’S face as she stands on the quay.

  Camera follows launch until it disappears. Final close-up of EMILY, distraught.

  Dissolve to credits.

  THE END

  Chapter 1

  ‘So, what did you think of Dreaming of Italy?’

  He dropped the final pages back onto the well-thumbed pile of A4 sheets lying on the polished surface of his glass and steel desk and looked up at her. Through the window behind him Emma could clearly see the Hollywood sign on the hill in the distance, but her full attention today was focused on her boss. His fingers drummed on the screenplay as he asked her the all-important question.

  She answered immediately and without hesitation. ‘I liked it, JM. I liked it a lot.’

  She gave him an enthusiastic smile, still trying to come to terms with the fact that here she was sitting opposite the big boss himself. Although she had been rising pretty quickly through the ranks during her twelve years with the company and had met him on a number of occasions, this was the very first time she had been summoned to the top-floor inner sanctum of the man universally acknowledged to be the twenty-first century’s answer to Sam Goldwyn or Louis B. Mayer as the current uncrowned king of Hollywood.

  Of course, she reflected, JM did have his ever-present right-hand man, conveniently named Dexter, perched on a stool at his side to fill him in if her name should escape him. With his minute stature alongside his six-foot-six employer, Dexter had always reminded Emma of one of those little fish who swim around sharks, even venturing into their mouths to remove parasites and keep the predator healthy. His encyclopaedic knowledge of the company, its many productions and its staff from stars to sound engineers, from costume designers to camera operators, was unsurpassed, and she knew that her name was only one of hundreds upon hundreds stored inside his computer-like brain.

  As for the screenplay, she knew she would probably have felt obliged to tell JM she liked it anyway, seeing as it had to a great extent been the brainchild of the big man himself, but in this instance, there was no need to dissimulate. She actually had been very impressed with what she had read the previous day. She smiled again and added a bit more.

  ‘It’s the best screenplay I’ve read for a long, long time.’

  In return, her boss’s mouth curled into what was the closest he ever got to a smile. The first time she had witnessed this phenomenon, she hadn’t been able to tell whether he was genuinely pleased or just preparing to bare his fangs and sink them into her throat. Fortunately, it had been the former. Jan Miros, the legendary founder, president and major shareholder of JM Global Productions (JMGP) had a reputation for being a tough guy. The movie business was a dog-eat-dog affair and she knew full well that this particular dog wasn’t afraid to use his teeth if it came to it. But today he appeared friendly, even though he was quick to challenge her.

  ‘You’re not just saying that because I came up with the idea, are you?’ She started to shake her head but he hadn’t finished. ‘Cut the bull. Give it to me straight. Is this the Big One? God knows we need one.’

  He wasn’t wrong. Over the past few years, the fortunes of JMGP had taken a turn for the worse, mainly after an ill-advised foray into the world of zombies and vampires just as that genre had started to decline in popularity. Only this winter’s romcom, Love Me Only, with which Emma herself had been heavily involved, had kept the money rolling in and the shareholders reasonably happy. She took a deep breath and told him the truth.

  ‘It’s good, JM, really good, and I mean that. Whether it becomes the Big One will depend on who we can get to star in it. We’re going to need the biggest names we can get hold of… you can get hold of.’ She caught his eye and cast him an enquiring look. ‘Anybody in the pipeline?’

  ‘How about Laney Travers and Ethan Dukes? How does that grab you?’ His lips did that curling thing again and she dropped her eyes, assuming it indicated he was pleased, but surreptitiously brushing her fingers across her jugular just to check it was still intact.

  ‘You mean both together?’

  He nodded and Emma was genuinely stunned. Laney and Ethan were currently the two hottest properties in the movie business, but they had never appeared together in the same film. Yet.

  Media speculation had been growing for well over a year now as the anticipation increased. Emma had never met the fantastically beautiful Laney, but Ethan was on contract here at JMGP and she had got to know him well. If JM had managed to get the two of them together, then Dreaming of Italy really did stand a chance. Emma felt a sudden shot of excitement run through her.

  ‘In that case, I reckon it could well become the Big One. In fact, the ending reminded me a bit of Casablanca.’

  ‘Contracts were signed yesterday. It’s gonna happen, Emma. If it could become our Casablanca I’d be well pleased, I can tell you. In fact, I’d be over the moon.’

  He nodded a few times to himself and then Emma saw Dexter lean towards him and whisper in his ear. JM nodded more decisively and looked up.

  ‘Listen, Emma, I want you to do something for me. I know what you did for Love Me Only. Some of those locations you found on the wild coast of Ireland were breathtaking. You have a great eye. That’s why I want you to go to Italy.’

  ‘Go to Italy?’

  She did her best to hide her surprise that he was aware that the choice of locations for Love Me Only had to
a large extent been down to her, rather than her then direct superior; who had spent most of his time while in Ireland inside a bottle of Old Bushmills. A few weeks later he had appeared at the weekly admin meeting in a Roman gladiator’s costume and spilt a full bottle of Johnnie Walker into his superior’s lap. As a result he was no longer with the company and rumour had it that he was now working for a small-scale porn production studio in the Hollywood Hills.

  As for taking a trip to Italy, Emma was currently deeply involved with Sweet Memories, another romantic comedy that was about to go into production in the next few weeks, and she had expected to find herself very busy as this took shape. She started to protest, but JM was in full swing.

  ‘That’s right, Emma. Italy. The film roams all over Italy as our two main characters follow each other around. I need you to find me the best, the most scenic, and the most atmospheric locations. I don’t just want the old favourites like the Sistine Chapel or the Ponte Vecchio. I want places that people don’t already know. I want the visuals to be so stunning, the audiences will fall in love with the scenery every bit as much as they fall in love with the story.’ JM’s piercing blue eyes met and held hers. ‘Can you do that, Emma? Can you?’

  ‘I’ll do my best.’ Feeling that more was needed, she added a bit of emphasis. ‘I’ll do my very best.’

  ‘Do you know Italy?’

  Emma could hardly believe her ears. Dexter, the pilot fish, had spoken out loud. Even JM cast him an uncertain glance as if to be sure he had heard right. To be on the safe side, Emma addressed her reply to both of them.

  ‘I don’t know Italy terribly well, but I’ve been there. When I was doing my degree back in England, I spent a summer doing a course at Cinecittàin Rome. I took a few trips to places around there and travelled down to Naples and the Amalfi Coast for a few days when the course finished.’

  JM looked at her approvingly. ‘And do you speak the language?’

  ‘Enough to get by and to tell men to stop bothering me, but certainly not well enough to wheedle my way onto private property or to deal with all the red tape over there.’ She shook her head ruefully. ‘And one thing I did learn is that Italy has one hell of a lot of bureaucracy.’

  JM waved dismissively in the general direction of his lieutenant. ‘Dexter, get Emma somebody to act as guide and interpreter.’ His expression hardened. ‘And make sure it’s someone really, really good. There’s too much riding on this.’

  Emma decided she had better make it clear she couldn’t just up sticks and drop everything.

  ‘But, JM, I’m right in the middle of finalising everything for Sweet Memories. Shooting starts any day now and I need to be here for that. I’ve got sets being built as we speak.’

  ‘Sweet Memories isn’t gonna be the Big One, Emma. We both know that.’ The big man shook his head sorrowfully. ‘More’s the pity. I’m hoping it’ll be good, but it’s not gonna be box-office gold. Dreaming of Italy has to be our number one priority. Don’t worry, we’ll get somebody to take over from you with “Memories”.’

  Emma didn’t like the sound of this one bit. What if this ‘somebody’ ruined all her carefully prepared plans? Her increasingly important role in the company was as a fixer, ensuring that everything from lighting engineers and wardrobe staff to location shooting permits and road closure orders were in place and ready for the director to step in seamlessly as the cameras began to roll. She knew only too well that every lost day on a shoot would cost the company thousands upon thousands. She made another attempt to tell him how much work she had on her desk at the moment, but JM had already turned to his right-hand man. ‘Dexter, make it happen.’

  Dexter nodded and tapped something onto his phone. Emma gave a surreptitious sigh. Sweet Memories might not be the Big One, but she had been working flat out to ensure it was going to go as smoothly as possible. Now, if problems cropped up and she wasn’t there to fix them, it would be her fault, seeing she had done so much of the logistical groundwork. At the same time if everything went well, she knew the praise would be heaped upon her replacement. For her, it was a lose-lose situation.

  However, she didn’t have a chance to object again as JM had moved on.

  ‘And we’re going to need a history guy. How’s that coming along, Dexter?’

  The movie was set in the early years of the twentieth century, and she knew how important it was to ensure that the film was historically accurate and for everything to be as authentic as possible. Nothing would be more potentially embarrassing than the occasional glimpses of watches on the wrists of Apaches to be found in old movies or vapour trails in the sky above Napoleon’s retreating army, the characters shouldn’t suddenly find themselves in a building that hadn’t existed back then or taking a ferry built in the nineteen fifties. Reluctantly accepting that she and Dreaming of Italy were now irrevocably linked, she nodded her agreement and added a plea.

  ‘And if you can find somebody who speaks good Italian as well as English, Dexter, that would be great. Like I said, I can order a pizza and a glass of wine, but I wouldn’t have a clue when faced with a deep historical treatise.’ Another thought occurred to her and she turned towards JM. ‘Are you going to be happy with stills or do you want video? If so, you’d better send a cameraman.’

  JM shook his head. ‘Stills are good. I prefer stills. Just make sure you take lots of them. Now, let’s get this straight. This movie is the studio’s number one priority for now, and I mean number one.’ He slapped the desk with a massive palm to emphasise his words. ‘How soon can you get onto it?’

  Anticipating the question, Emma had already started thinking about this. ‘Well, if you can find somebody to take over from what I’m on now, I’ll need a few days – say a week – to talk them through everything so, in principle, I could be ready to go a week after you find my temporary replacement.’

  She made sure she added a little extra emphasis to the penultimate word. After her years in the company, she had too much experience of what could happen when people took over other people’s jobs. She knew full well there were any number of hopefuls a rung or two below her on the ladder who would be only too happy to get their hooks into her job – and hang on tight.

  JM wasn’t the boss of a billion-dollar company for nothing. It was immediately obvious he could tell what was going through her mind. What he said next had her rocking back in her seat.

  ‘Listen, Emma, in this company, we reward talent. That’s what got me where I am today. Get this right and you won’t be going back to your old job.’ He caught her eye and nodded again. ‘That’s what I said. Find me the very best locations for this movie and there’s a corner office with a vice president’s nameplate on the door for you. That’s how important this movie is for me, for you and for the whole company. Get it right and the sky’s the limit for you.’

  And if I screw up… Emma had no doubts about what the alternative scenario would be. She gulped, savouring the tantalising prospect of such a massive upward step, but only too aware what the penalty for failure could be. Even worse, she could be on the wrong end of two failures, if her replacement on Sweet Memories also screwed things up. However, JM didn’t give her time to dwell upon what lay before her.

  ‘So you could be ready to go this month?’ As Emma nodded cautiously, he shot a glance across at his PA. ‘Dexter, find us a replacement for Emma as soon as possible so she can get them bedded in. Okay? As for you, Emma, no husband or boyfriend who’s gonna miss you?’

  Emma answered resolutely. ‘No, sir, nobody. I’m good to go.’

  For a second she read that same expression that often crossed people’s faces when they registered that she was in her mid-thirties, reasonably bright and good-looking, and yet unattached. Yes, there had been a few men over the years, but none that had provided any more than temporary entertainment. She was increasingly approached these days by random men – and a surprising number of women – but she knew only too well that as her status in the company rose, so her appeal in
their eyes was almost certainly not just for herself, but for what she could do for their careers. As a result, she had become ever more wary, especially in an environment like Hollywood where little was ever what it appeared to be. Besides, there was no doubt in her mind that her career was far more important than any random man.

  ‘Great. Well, thanks, Emma. I know you’ll do a great job.’ Just in case she hadn’t realised the gravity of the situation, he reminded her once again. ‘Make this our Casablanca and we’ll all be winners. Got that, Emma?’

  ‘Yes, sir. Got it.’ He was dead right. There was a great deal riding on this – for the company but even more for her.

  However, just as she was about to get up, assuming the meeting was over, JM said something that raised the stakes a thousandfold.

  ‘And I’m gonna send my son to Italy along with you.’

  ‘Your son?’

  Like most of the staff of JMGP, Emma had heard of the existence of JM’s son, but had never met him. Such was the secrecy surrounding him, some had even started to doubt whether he actually existed or whether he was yet another Hollywood myth. She sat up and listened with rapt attention, her mind churning over the implications of this bombshell.

  ‘He’s fresh out of college and I want him to learn all there is to know about the company.’ He caught Emma’s eye again. There was definitely something almost hypnotic about his gaze. ‘And I want him to learn from the best. Yes, I mean you, Emma. I want you to teach him all you know.’

  ‘Erm, right, yes sir, of course…’

  He must have heard her hesitation. ‘But there’s something you need to know right from the start. I don’t want you treating him with kid gloves just because he’s the boss’s son, right? He’s a foot soldier and you’re his commanding officer. I’ve told him that and he knows it. Get him to make your coffee, carry your bags, go out and fetch the pizzas. I don’t care. Just make sure he learns. That’s what he’s there for. Got that? No special favours.’

  Emma swallowed hard. ‘Right, sir, no special favours.’

  Who was she kidding? Suddenly the idea of a tour of Italy – which had been developing considerable appeal – was looking far less attractive. It now appeared clear that she was going to find herself saddled with what was in all probability going to turn out to be a spoilt brat who would be reporting back every mistake she made to his all-powerful father. Still, she knew she had no choice in the matter, so she swallowed her reservations and accepted with as much grace as she could muster.