HWI 9

Hollywood What If Chapter 9

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The filming went smoothly. David Fincher worked hard after the failure of "Alien 3". He understood that this was his second chance to prove himself.

As he fought for his dreams, Kazir Grey watched him.

Kazir's job after he was done as a screenwriter was simple - miscellaneous work. He helped take down scenes, move photographic equipment, and order take-outs.

He just did his best to help the crew. After all, this movie was born from his script and he wanted to see it succeed.

'If Se7en is successful in the cinemas, I will have achieved great success and it can help me in my career.'

"Cut! That's it."

David's voice echoed and everyone started to move the set. Their next scene was the one where Detective Mills would confront the serial killer in the alley.

In the script, it was raining and Detective Mills had a hard time facing the serial killer. He almost lost his life. Fortunately, the serial killer let him go.

"The sprinklers should work fine," Kazir said. He was one of the people who set the sprinklers to make artificial rain.

To keep the cameras from getting wet, it was covered with clear plastic.

"Se7en, back alley scene, act three..."

The assistant said, closed the clapperboard, and the shoot began.

In the scene, Detective Mills leaned against the dumpster. He was cold and scared. He was panting. His face was bleeding.

A gun was pointed at his head, almost touching his scalp. He knew that one pull of the trigger and the bullet would splatter his brain.

But the serial killer didn't kill him. He left him out in the cold rain.

"Cut! Let's take a ten-minute break and do it again."

David announced.

Brad Pitt's personal assistant approached the actor and wrapped him in a hot towel. Nobody wants the actors to get cold during a shoot, it costs money and time.

Brad Pitt looked at David Fincher and wondered if he had made a mistake.

"Brad, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later. I'm going to talk to someone first."

"Okay, director."

Even though he is a director who flopped "Alien 3" in theatres, actors and actresses still respect David Fincher.

In filming, the director is always the king.

Besides, making a good impression was the best way to get more roles. Brad Pitt believed that David Fincher had what it takes to be successful.

"Kazir."

Suddenly, David called Kazir. Probably asking about things related to the plot.

"What do you think Mills should do in the face of death?"

The answer was obvious, but it seemed that David Fincher was asking for something. He looked confused as if he had forgotten something.

He watched the scenes and felt that something was wrong. As the writer and director of three films, David respected Kazir's opinion.

"David, this is just my hunch. But I think Mills is not afraid of death, he is afraid of something else."

"What do you mean?" David frowned.

"Let's see... I think Mills is afraid of leaving his wife alone when he's dead. But that's just my opinion."

Kazir understood that this wasn't his movie and he had no control over it.

"I see. Let's try to film it that way. Thanks, Kazir."

"No problem."

Making a movie was not a one-man show. It was a team effort, and everyone respected each other's roles. Kazir studied the crew and everyone had a tacit understanding.

'I heard they were David's crew. I guess that's why their bond is so strong.'

Kazir didn't have a permanent crew, but he knew a few people he could hire whenever he had a movie to shoot. Just like him, they were freelancers who didn't have a permanent crew.

'I wonder what they do. I talked to Renner two weeks ago and he is still working in a camera rental business.'

"Kazir."

While Brad Pitt and Kevin Spacey were having their on-camera confrontation, Morgan Freeman approached Kazir.

This is Hollywood and networking is a very powerful weapon. Morgan Freeman heard that Kazir Grey was a director.

Morgan read the script and was intrigued. He found out that Kazir wanted to direct it, but management didn't agree, so Kazir gave the job to David Fincher.

Morgan understood that many directors would never lower their position to a mere screenwriter. Hell, even screenwriters wanted to direct their own movies.

One day, Kazir would start his own project. When Kazir became famous, it would never hurt to have an association with him before he became famous.

The man in front of him might be younger, but he took him seriously. After all, the 26-year-old man in front of him wrote a script Se7en.

This movie would become a cult classic. Maybe it would wipe out the thriller detective genre because no one could top it.

"Morgan."

"Kazir, I read the script and it's a mystery to me how you wrote it. Can you honestly tell me what's in the box? I want to know if it's really 'that thing' in the box?"

"Ah, about that... You can figure it out for yourself." He chuckled.

He didn't know how to explain it.

Morgan Freeman didn't force him and laughed with him. They were far from the set so they could talk casually.

David Fincher understood that the shooting would end in two months and that the last scene would be the "what's in the box" scene. Maybe David wanted everyone to see it last because it was disturbing.

Anyway, Kazir didn't know the exact reason.