Agent to the Stars Part 31

"Give her a raise, too," Mich.e.l.le said. "Hazard pay."

"Pretty soon she'll be making more than I do," I said.

"And about time, don't you think," Mich.e.l.le said.

"How much of you is you?" Van Doren asked Mich.e.l.le.

"Which me are you talking about?" Mich.e.l.le said. "Joshua, Mich.e.l.le or Miranda?"

"Mich.e.l.le, for starters."

"There's actually quite a bit of who Mich.e.l.le was in here," Mich.e.l.le said. "Miranda's insistence on that matter made me take a look at the whole picture again. It took more time to get it all in, but now I agree with Miranda. It was the right thing to do. Now, I did do some judicious editing. Miranda's natively smarter and has more common sense than Mich.e.l.le. In those matters, I had a tendency to model the template towards Miranda than Mich.e.l.le. And at the end of it, everything that was Joshua is in here too, although a lot of it is being subsumed by the parts from Miranda and Mich.e.l.le. I'm much more human than I was before. And yet I retain all my endearing qualities from before. Truly, a perfect being."

"And modest, too," Van Doren said.

"Feh on you," Mich.e.l.le said. "I'm going to remember that comment when the revolution comes."

The door to the hangar opened and a stretcher wheeled out, pulled along by Yherajk. Miranda lay on it. She smiled and waved as her stretcher was pulled up to where we stood.

"You ought to be sleeping," Mich.e.l.le said, severely.

"You ought to be dressed," Miranda said.

"That hospital gown was so not me," Mich.e.l.le said. "I've retained Mich.e.l.le's fas.h.i.+on sense."

"I urged her to rest, but she insisted on coming back here," Gwedif said. He was one of the Yherajk pulling the stretcher.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine," Miranda insisted. "I feel like my sinuses were used as a bypa.s.s for the 405, but that's over with. Now I want to go home. It's been fun having an alien probe, really, but I have plants to water and a cat to feed. I've already missed two feedings. I miss one more, and I get cla.s.sified as food myself."

"Is she well enough to move?" I asked Mich.e.l.le.

"She's fine," Mich.e.l.le said. "But I still think she needs some more rest."

"I can sleep on the way down," Miranda said.

"Good luck with that," Mich.e.l.le said.

"Don't make me get huffy," Miranda threatened. "Besides, we have to go back. You need to be outfitted, Mich.e.l.le."

"That's true," Mich.e.l.le admitted. "There is much shopping to be done. We should head back immediately. Stores are about to open."

"Do we all have to go back?" Van Doren said. We all turned to him. He s.h.i.+fted, slightly uncomfortable. "If no one minds, I'd like to stay here for a while."

"Why?" I asked.

"If my job is to be the storyteller for this little venture of ours, then it stands to reason that I should spend time getting to know the Yherajk," Van Doren said. "I think Gwedif and I could stand to spend a little more time together. I want to get this story right, Tom. Besides, it's not like I have anything going on back on earth. I don't even have a cat. And this way you're guaranteed that I'm out of your hair."

"Gwedif?" Mich.e.l.le asked.

"I don't mind," Gwedif said. "It could be valuable, in fact. It could be helpful in figuring out what we need to do to make the Ionar more friendly to humans."

"Start with air freshener," Van Doren suggested.

"Watch it," Gwedif said.

We said our goodbyes to Van Doren and Gwedif. Miranda, still in her stretcher, lay in the back; Mich.e.l.le, still naked, stayed in back with her. Two Yherajk pilots arrived and positioned themselves; in a moment a platform formed beneath them and a transport cube began taking shape. Behind the wheel, I waved again at Gwedif and Van Doren. Then the cube wall slid higher, obscuring the view.

Mich.e.l.le poked her head up to the front. "Well, you did it," she said. "You got me into this body. You've made me a human. What are we going to do now?"

"It depends," I said. "How well do you think you can act?"

Mich.e.l.le snorted. "Better than I could before, that's for sure."

"Well, then," I said. "I have a plan."

Chapter Twenty.

"Tom," Roland Lanois said, stepping out of his office. "What an unexpected pleasure." His intonation stressed unexpected slightly more than it emphasized pleasure.

"Roland," I said. "Sorry about the sudden visit. But I have a proposition that I think you'll be interested in, and I thought you'd want to hear about it immediately."

"I'm afraid that you've picked a rather hectic time to drop by," Roland said. "I have a five o' clock, and it's already a quarter of five."

"I only need five minutes," I said. "I'll be long gone before your five o'clock."

Roland grinned. "Tom, you are so unlike other agents. I actually believe that you only need five minutes. Very well, then," he motioned into his office with his hand. "The clock is ticking."

"Here's what I came here for," I said, after Roland had closed his office door behind us. "I've got a deal for you on the Kordus material."

"That's excellent," Roland said, taking a seat at his desk. "I hope your price is not too steep. We'll be doing this story on a shoestring."

"Oh, I think you'll be able to afford it," I said. "You can have the rights to excerpt any of Krysztof's writing at no cost."

Roland sat, silent. "That's impossibly generous," he said, finally. His intonation stressed impossibly more than generous.

"I spoke to the Kordus family," I said. "I showed them the script. They love it. Moreover, they are well-acquainted with your work and trust that you will do a brilliant job. They feel that if giving you the rights at no cost will help this script make it to the screen, it's worth it. They expect that the additional book royalities that will be generated through the exposure of the work in the film will offset any loss they take giving you permission to use the work. They're taking the long view. Of course, they will want your permission to use artwork from the film to help promote the book reissues."

"Yes, of course," Roland said. "Of course. Tom, we'd be happy to do that. And you must thank the Kordus family for me, profusely. This is a true gift."

"Well, yes and no," I said. "There is one thing you have to do for me first."

"What is that?" Roland said.

"Give Mich.e.l.le Beck another reading for Hard Memories."

"Um-hmmmm," Roland said. "That might be difficult."

"Why is that?" I said.

"Well, to begin with, I understand that she is currently in a coma."

"She was," I said. "She got better."

"Better?" Roland blinked. "How does one get better out of a coma?"

"We took her to an exclusive clinic where we tried some experimental therapies," I said. "She's fine, really."

"Experimental therapies."

"Very experimental. You wouldn't believe how experimental."

Roland continued to look dubious. "If you say so," he said. "However, there is the more pressing issue that Avika Spiegelman is dead set against Mich.e.l.le for the role. I don't think that there's anything that could be done to change her mind. And without her consent, nothing happens."

"Let Mich.e.l.le worry about that," I said. "All you have to do is get Avika to come here for another reading."

"She won't come if she knows it's Mich.e.l.le who is having the reading."

"Surprise her," I suggested.

"I'd rather not," Roland said. "Tom, you don't understand how close I am to losing this project to begin with. If Ms. Spiegelman shows up with Mich.e.l.le here, I will be well and truly screwed."

"Roland, you're well and truly screwed anyway," I said. "You don't have an actress. None of the actresses who could carry this film are available. You have slightly under two weeks to cast this thing, if I'm correct. If you blow it now, you're only losing something that's already lost. This is in fact your last chance to save the project. All Mich.e.l.le wants is a second reading, Roland. That's it. You really have nothing to lose."

"Except possibly my professional reputation," Roland said. "It might be cheaper just to pay cash for the Kordus rights."

"All right, Roland," I said. "You force me to bring out my big gun."

"I can't wait, Tom," Roland said. "Are you going to suggest Pamela Anderson Lee in a supporting role?"

"How much would it take for you to produce the Kordus film?"

"The Kordus film?" Roland said. " I did a preliminary budget not long ago. My first estimate is about eight million. Possibly less if I film entirely in Poland."

"How would you finance it?" I asked "I'm still thinking about that," Roland said, "I have a nice arrangement with BBC, which will finance a couple million in the front end in exchange for broadcast rights in the UK. The CBC will kick in just under a million for Canadian rights. I might be able to extort financing out of the French if I hire enough French nationals to work on the film. Miramax or Fine Line might be worth a few million, although with these sorts of properties, they tend to purchase distribution rights on the back end rather than up front."

"But no matter what, you end up a couple of million dollars short," I said.

"That's the drama of making small, serious films," Roland said.

"Here's the big gun," I said. "Get as much financing as you can from your usual sources, and whatever your shortfall from eight million, Mich.e.l.le will cover it. Whatever it is."

"What if I get less financing than I expect for the Kordus project? Or none at all?"

"Then Mich.e.l.le will bankroll the entire eight million," I said. "Though I think we should reasonably expect you to make the effort to line up other financing as well. But no matter what, you get the eight from Mich.e.l.le if you need it. It's solid."

"And all I have to do is give Mich.e.l.le another reading," Roland said.

"That's right. If Mich.e.l.le dazzles, then you get to make Hard Memories and then go with the Kordus story. If not, you can get to work on the Kordus picture right away. No lost time. You win either way."

"Christ, Tom," Roland said. "You sure know how to pack your five minutes."

"You know me," I said. "Always go for the dramatic gesture."

"When do you want your reading?" Roland asked.

"Give me three days," I said. "I need that much time to prepare Mich.e.l.le."

"Tom," Roland said. "I appreciate your offer, and Mich.e.l.le's as well. But I have to tell you I suspect that three days is not going to be enough time for Mich.e.l.le to get herself up the level she needs to be to convince Avika Spiegelman."

"I think you'll be surprised," I said. "Mich.e.l.le's accident changed a lot of things. In some ways she's a whole other person."

"I still don't know why I'm going to Arizona," Mich.e.l.le said.

"You're going there because I asked you to," I said.

"Remind me not to listen to you when you ask me to jump off a cliff." Mich.e.l.le said.

"Arizona is not so bad," I said. "It has some lovely scenery."

"Are we going to visit any?" Mich.e.l.le asked.

"No," I said. "But you can look out the window."

Our chartered jet was descending into Sky Harbor International Airport.

"Let me take a different tack," Mich.e.l.le said. "Why did you want me to go to Arizona?"

"Because there's someone here I want you to meet. Someone I think will make a difference in your reading tomorrow."

"Oh, yes, that," Mich.e.l.le said. "The one you gave me so much time to prepare for. Thanks."

"You said you still retained Mich.e.l.le's memories of the script and her reading ," I said.

"I did," Mich.e.l.le said. "But Tom, just because she read it doesn't mean she understood it. It was not as much reading as staring at the page and waiting for the sentences to come into focus. Mich.e.l.le was a nice person, but she really was in over her head."

Our jet was now sliding over the runway. We landed with a small b.u.mp and much squealing of tires.