Young Hollywood moguls play with deadly force
FADE IN. INTERIOR. HOLLYWOOD OFFICE.
HOWIE HIP, 24, a movie mogul who worked his way from Harvard to the William Morris agency mail room to the head of a major studio in just under three weeks, sits behind an expansive desk. He is screaming into the telephone.
HOWIE: Two million for that has-been? What do you think this is, the Salvation Army? His last movie did bubkes. The guy gets 40 grand, all of it deferred. This is war. Call me when you get smart. (He slams down the phone.)
DISSOLVE TO EXTERIOR. DESERT. DAY.
Howie, now clad in...