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What's the new writing like, Papers?
Did the hotel detective story ever wrap up? (How horrible am I? Needle, question, needle.)
I'm redoing the last act of the thing I mentioned last night, just to tighten and smooth. Because nobody's got anything to do with it, but me, right now so I can do all the fixing and adjusting I want. And, somehow, I have accepted a bet and am writing the sort of thing Walter Hill should do before he retires: a script introducing no moral dilemma that cannot be solved by kissing or shooting someone, and in either case will involve an exploding bridge or a scene where somebody leaves out a window..
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