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Thursday, September 17, 2020

conspiracy pitch

Three of the earth's most major corporations 
have been conspiring with all the others, 
with some success, to conceal a secret
so unimaginable that I haven't made it up yet. 
Got it? Is it a grabber? Let's add an ex-ex-cop
dragged back in on a grudge 'cause he's the only one 
we'll be following around to get some idea of 
what's going down, what the dangers are, 
who's behind them, and how this unpredictable 
wild-card will respond. Now I just had a thought:
male or female ex-ex-cop? It matters, because
there's a ton of continuous nudity in the role (all
dictated by the demands of the script) (this isn't
gratuitous) and that angle might seem exploitive,
or disgusting if not both. Perhaps we can skirt
the issue by lighting the sets in deep shadow?

Done. Our ununiformed protagonist now has
mystery galore, but where does he or she keep
the gun? Let's just assume it's a surprise
when they pull it out. Now, complications: plot.
Setting. Themes. We can sort of wing these
as we go. The script 

is no problem,
we already covered the nudity. How 
about financing?

Do you know anyone? The trick 
will be getting funded on the sly and in the can 
before the conspiracy finds out. 

If we send them a fake copy, we 
can pretty much dictate our own price. They
will do anything to keep a bombshell like this 
from getting released. What? Yes, true we might 
want to find out how much it costs to get us both 
killed. Ask 10% less, that's fair. Sound good?

Good. Now we just need financing, and 
it's all square.

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