Chapter 4

    "Sigh..."

    David Fincher let out a depressing sigh and looked at the newspaper.

    It had already been three years, but he was still dwelling on his mistake.

    His last movie, "Alien 3", earned less than he expected. The movie only made 55 million in North America. It may sound big, but the budget of "Alien 3" was 60 million dollars.

    "Fortunately, it earned more than 100 million internationally..."

    But that was not enough to revive it. In the end, 20th Century Fox didn''t want him to take over the sequel.

    In a way, David Fincher was responsible for "Alien 3" flopping. So no one wanted to work with him on another movie.

    His future was bleak and David Fincher was depressed about it. He shook his head and put down the newspaper.

    Then he heard someone put something in the mailbox and David decided to check it out. He didn''t have anything to do anyway.

    "I never ordered anything. Is it the bills?"

    The mailman was gone when David went outside. He approached his mailbox. He noticed a thick document inside.

    "Kazir Grey..."

    David was confused, but he opened it anyway. There was a name, but he did not know nor recall this person.

    As soon as he closed the door, David opened the documents and started reading.

    "This is...!"

    Half an hour later, David Fincher was surprised after reading the script. The script caught his interest.

    Then he realized that this script had to become a movie. He wanted to see it on the screen. He started flipping the pages with excitement.

    David Fincher found Kazir Grey''s contact information and quickly got up. He took a bath, shaved his beard, and dressed well.

    He had to meet this person, Kazir Grey. Even if he had to beg him, he wanted to lead this project.

    He picked up his phone.

    "Hello? Is this Kazir Grey? Yes, yes, I''m David Fincher. Wait, what? You sent it to the wrong person? No no! Mr. Kazir, can we talk? Then I''ll meet you. Thank you."

    "Well," Kazir combed his hair. "I asked them to let me direct it, but they immediately shook their heads when they heard my proposal."

    "..."

    David Fincher became silent. He knew very well that no one would agree to Kazir''s terms. It would be stupid to let an unknown director direct a movie with a budget of 30 million dollars.

    "Kazir, please listen to me. Let me direct it."

    Kazir nodded.

    "David, I know. Nobody will let me direct it. But if it''s you, the chances are better. But I have one condition."

    "I''ll do it, as long as it''s not unreasonable." David was serious. He fell in love with the script and wanted to direct it.

    "Don''t worry David, my condition is simple. I hope to be one of the screenwriters."

    "No problem, that''s my condition too. I want the original writer to help me polish the script."

    "Thank you."

    Kazir smiled. His intention why he asked for the position of screenwriter was because he wanted to join the crew and watch David Fincher''s filming.

    He could learn from watching a great director like David Fincher.

    ''David Fincher is going to be famous. "Fight Club" is a masterpiece in my opinion.''

    He saw David Fincher as a genius from whom he could learn.

    Besides, Kazir wants to see his script turned into a movie. A box office movie.

    They shook hands and made a deal.

    David Fincher and Kazir Grey contacted production companies. One by one, hoping that one of them would invest.

    Eventually, someone answered their call, and it was Arnold Kopelson.

    He became interested when he heard that David Fincher was going to direct the project. He thought David was better than Kazir. After all, David had experience making big-budget movies.

    The two got excited and worked hard to convince Arnold.