Billy took a deep breath. After the movie came the party. Numerous people gathered in a grand ballroom, sharing various comments about the film. It was less of a party and more of a cocktail gathering.
-Thinking about your next movie? I like young people like you—so eager to dive into project after project. It reminds me of my own time, though I found it much harder back then, no matter how much I wanted to keep going, - said Saul.
Billy observed Saul and his guests. He’d always been curious about the man who had given Steve Parks so many headaches. Steve Parks, the genius negotiator whom Billy held in high regard, had recently closed several major deals: securing the cinematic rights to the Tolkien family’s works, and finalizing acquisitions with Parallax, Discovery, and the Golden State Warriors. Saul represented the type of person who accomplished feats that others considered nearly impossible.
Billy shook Saul’s hand firmly—it was solid.
-Well, this investment turned out to be much larger than I anticipated. Not only do I hold the cinematic rights to The Lord of the Rings, but I also have endless plans to animate it. It- A lie, but it was better to keep his future projects under wraps for now.
-I hope you don’t fail where we did, - Saul said with a trace of fatigue as he reflected on his work. - This here is a dear friend of mine, and also his protégé. Allow me to introduce you to James Mangold, screenwriter and future director, mentored by my good friend Milos Forman—someone I’ve had the privilege of working with many times. - Saul gestured at the two men, whose recognition within the industry was undeniable. Milos, in particular, had established his legacy through his European works in the '70s, '80s, and '90s, earning accolades across the board.
Billy noticed something in them—a search for what he already possessed, as Saul launched into one of his familiar business monologues.
-So, what do you need from me? I assume you’ve got a few ideas to discuss, - Billy said.
-We do. My friend here wants you to act in The People vs. Larry Flynt, - Saul whispered. - He liked your performance. I told him recently that you’re one of the most promising young actors out there. Filming will take place this summer.
-IDo already have a role? -
-Come on, kid, it’s a supporting role. Nothing too demanding, just a few lines, - Saul replied, leading Billy to a table and handing him the script. It was subversive, distinctly '90s, and brimming with boldness—a reflection of a culture both abrasive and intriguing.
Billy felt tempted as he read the script. Playing the lawyer seemed like a generous opportunity for him, especially with such an intriguing premise.
-I assume you’ve already started filming, - Billy said.
-We want to, but time isn’t on our side. However, we may start next weekend. You have The English Patient premiere coming up. You didn’t want to present it at any international festivals, but we have the chance to win some awards. I understand how the business works, - Saul said.
-Call my agent. I like the script; it’s fantastic. But I’m not committing to anything just yet, - Billy replied. He recalled something about the film but decided he’d only participate if the opportunity fully aligned. It was a chance to keep honing his craft, though the tight schedule and salary could pose challenges.
Winona couldn’t believe the praise she was receiving. Emma’s words of support had given her a strength she couldn’t find on her own. Some people even invited her to pose for more nudity-focused shoots than she’d ever imagined, including an offer from Playboy. “No, thank you.” She had only agreed to the role after reading the book and script. While it seemed unnecessary at first, the narrative of Katherine in the desert made it feel purposeful: When you see me naked, you must face the consequences of that sight.
She took a deep breath, deciding it was time for some water. The drinks were beginning to go to her head.
-I think it’s time for us to leave, - Juliette said. They had a flight to catch in three hours. Leaving a party to head straight to the airport wasn’t ideal, and even though they’d be flying first class, Winona still felt uncomfortable.
-Oh, God, look at the time! You’re right, we have to go, - Winona replied, downing her glass of water in one gulp. She steadied herself, her heels clicking against the polished wood floor.
She smiled as she saw Billy in the car out front, chatting with a few people. The bags were ready, and it seemed they’d be leaving for the U.S. in half an hour—specifically New York.
-Hey, - Winona greeted him nervously. They hadn’t spoken much, but the memories of filming lingered. “Everything started with that shoot,” she thought, remembering how passionately they had kissed.
-Winona, so? What do you think? Do we stand a chance? - he asked.
-We do, I’m afraid, - she replied.
-Afraid of winning? -
-I’m afraid of getting my hopes up. Winning at such a young age feels unattainable for most people. After all, it often takes more than one nomination to win. But for now, I’ll just hold on to the idea of being nominated and leave the rest to fate, - Winona said.
-I honestly think we’ll win, - Billy said. - I enjoyed your performance. Making you rehearse again and again turned out to be a good thing. -
-I suppose the next few days will tell. The press will make their final call. They’ll do their job, - Winona replied.
They climbed into the two SUVs and a small bus that would take them to New York. Most of the group would settle there.
-Not long ago, I got invited to star in a Woody Allen film, - Winona mentioned to Billy, who was gazing out at the scenery.
-It’s a good opportunity for independent cinema. It can help sharpen your acting skills. I thought you were planning to vacation in Italy, though, - Billy said, looking into her dark eyes. She nodded and quickly ended the conversation. Billy returned to mulling over his plans for the next decade.