In the weeks following the merger of Artists Unlimited with its New York equivalent Famous Artists, Chuck Tyler had been doing almost daily interviews with the likes of the Wall Street Journal, the Hollywood Reporter and appearing on all the major cable channels to discuss the ramifications of his agency's merger on Tinseltown. As a result of the merger, his New York nemesis, Scott Jackson, was shown the door at Artists Unlimited and though I'd been told he might be offered a production deal with a studio, he'd been largely out of sight. Even more so when the home of Porn impresario Gary Mackas was raided and he was caught with his pants down, literally.
Scott didn't seem like the type to simply go away quietly. Maybe it was just plain paranoia, but when I was in Miami he said he'd been "closely watching my work" and its effect on the company. What could that have meant?
Jeff Murphy, Chuck's second in command, was busying himself with several deals for our newly expanded roster of clients. So I was seeing new faces coming in and out of his office. The reasons were complex but what I understood was that some client deals at Famous Artists were coming up for renegotiation, some had expired and a few clients wanted out altogether. Those were the ones Chuck ordered Jeff to put the most emphasis on while he was in Las Vegas on similar business. When I'd been down in Miami, Jeff had to get Jennifer Lopez's signature on a new deal before midnight so that explained the immediacy of a photo of the deal being finalized. I don't know if my "encounter" with her the next day made a difference, but when I returned to LA, Jeff was raving about a call he'd received from her about the great photographer she'd worked with.
"She never makes calls like that, her manager always does it." he raved.
"I guess someone knows what he's doing." I said with a smile and a shrug.
Jeff just looked at me.
"Yes...someone does. And you're being way too modest...as usual." he replied as he dialed his phone for yet another teleconference.
I left his office with a smile and nearly crashed into someone coming off the elevator. Once we'd apologized profusely to each other I got a good look at who I'd crashed into.
"Where's Jeff Murphy's office? I'm supposed to meet him." she said
Her red hair cascaded gently over her shoulders and she wore a black leather biker jacket and jeans with strategic tears near the knees.
She was a knockout!
"Oh, uh...this way, I-I'll show you." I stammered.
"OK, cool!" she said in a perky voice as she followed me.
"I'm Jim, by the way."
"Oh, I'm Poppy Montgomery." she replied with a handshake.
"Ah, Unforgettable..."
"Hey, I'll be lucky if I remember you." she laughed "I'm usually terrible with names."
Jeff came out of his office and greeted us.
"I see you've met Jim, he's our ace photo guy." he said
"Ahhh, now I know." she said in that easy tone of hers.
"You'll probably see a lot of him." he continued.
"Well, he's good to see." she said with a flirty smile that probably turned my face red with embarrassment as Jeff led her into his office where I glimpsed 2 other people already there.
Two weeks later, Chuck proudly took out full page ads in all the major trade papers taking credit for signing every former client of Famous Artists to deals at "their new home", Artists Unlimited. Though he took credit for it, we all knew it was Jeff who'd done the grunt work. Chuck knew it too and rewarded him with 2 weeks vacation at his place in Hawaii.
"I believe you know this guy." Chuck said casually as I walked into his huge office.
To my surprise, John McDonald was there.
"Hello, my friend." He said as we shook hands.
"John has a new project for you." Chuck added.
"Really?"
John McDonald's reputation preceded him. He'd directed or produced several successful films and through him, East Coast Image (the old agency I was a part of) had gotten a big break whose effects were still felt today.
"Yes, I won't be directing it though." he said as he lit a large cigar "I have a project starting soon in Italy that'll be my main focus."
"And what is this project?" I asked
"It's a television series, with no title at the moment." he continued "I'm bringing to Mr. Tyler here a new writing talent I believe will do big things."
John twisted his cigar as the flame burned bright, it seemed to make him speak in more grandiose terms.
"John is bringing "Dreamer" to the small screen." Chuck now said
"Huh?" I sputtered out.
"It's not an impossible project." John added "Besides, I think there's enough material for at least a limited run."
"Dreamer" had been a film McDonald directed (and I did the photos for) that was set in late sixties San Francisco and followed the adventures of a young girl working as a photographer in the music scene of the era. In the film she'd been played by Blake Lively and it had been a hit for her, but the film ended with the closing of the Fillmore West (where the film had been largely set) and her character walking off into the sunrise.
How could a TV series be possible?
"I agree, it's not impossible...but..." my voice trailed off.
"Go ahead, my friend. You can speak your mind." John said before taking another puff on his cigar.
Chuck gave me a suspicious look that clearly warned me to choose my words carefully, or else.
"I just feel that the movie wrapped things up very well and a TV series would, well, uh, cheapen it. If you ask me."
Chuck looked as if he were about to explode but John calmly raised his hand.
"I understand your feelings." he said to me slowly "But there was always a plan to do some kind of sequel that would either continue the story or expand on it. It all came down to the venue and more importantly..." he paused and added a small flourish of his arm for dramatic effect "...the writer."
"This is that new talent you mentioned, right?" Chuck asked, the explosion having been apparently averted.
Before John could answer, Chuck's phone buzzed. He snatched the phone with annoyance.
"Here comes the explosion." I thought.
"Natalie, I told you not to disturb me!" he yelled "Who? Oh! Yes! Yes! Show her in!"
Show her in? Now this is getting interesting. Not for the obvious reason but because I suddenly wondered what Mr. McDonald's interest in this writer REALLY was.
I got my answer.
In strolled a brown haired beauty who could've been a Playmate from years past and looked strangely familiar.
"Gentlemen, this is Elena, my script writer."
"Hi, everyone." she said with a sweet smile.
John explained that Elena had done some uncredited work on the original film and that led to her being tapped for the TV series. Elena's ideas for the series expanded on the story in the film.
"The first episode would start up in the hills at a house where she lives with a bunch of other hippie-types." she explained
"Tell them where you got this idea from." John added
"Well, for a time I lived in a similar arrangement, country house, driving around in a VW bus with psychedelic stickers on it, you know what I mean..."
VW bus? How quaint.
Then she told of a friend named "Kim" who had collaborated with her on some of the stories and had lived in the same house with her and a few other friends.
Her story sounded very familiar. Had I meet this girl before? Or her friend?
"So, who did you have in my mind for a star?" Chuck asked
"We've been talking to Poppy Montgomery about being in the pilot, maybe a recurring role." John replied.
