He leaned forward. "Now, the way I see it, this script needs a strong producer like you.
Wanger, over at Universal, is nuts about it. So is Zimbalist, over at Metro.
But I can't see it for them. They just ain't got the feel and showmanship you got."
"Let's skip the bullshit, Dan.
We both know the script is good only if we can get a certain girl to play in it. And we both know who that is."
"Denton," Pierce said quickly. "That's my thinking, too. That's why I brought it to you.
She's under contract to your studio."
"But Jonas has the final say on what pictures she makes.
And he's turned thumbs down on some pretty good ones."
"What's he trying to do?" Pierce asked. "Hide her away in a closet and keep her for himself?
You can't do that to a star.
Sooner or later, she busts out."
Bonner shrugged.
"You know Jonas. Nobody asks why."
"Maybe he'll like the script."
"Even if he did," Bonner said, "once he sees you're the agent, the whole deal goes out the window."
"What if the girl puts the pressure on and says she's got to do it?"
Bonner shrugged.
"Your guess is as good as mine.
But I’m not going to give it to her. I'm not getting into trouble over any script. No matter how good it is, there's always another."
Pierce stared at him, his fleshy lips tightening grimly.
"I got an idea we can make her see it our way," he said. "I got my hands on- "
Bonner stopped him. "Don't tell me. If it happens, let it come as a pleasant surprise. I don't want to know anything about it."
Pierce stared at him for a moment, then relaxed back into his seat.
He picked up the menu.
"O.K., Maurice," he said, smiling. "What you going to eat?"
The mail was on the small desk in the living room when Jennie got back from the studio.
She walked over to the desk and sat down.
"We'll have dinner about eight thirty," she said. "I want to take a bath and rest up first."
"Si, senorita," Maria answered and waddled away.
Jennie looked at the mail. There were two envelopes, one large manila one, which from experience she guessed contained a script, and a letter.
She opened the letter first. The letterhead across the top read: St. Mary's College of Nursing.
Her eyes flicked down the page.
It was in Sister M. Christopher's precise script.
Dear Jennie,
This is just a short note to express the appreciation of the students and the staff of St. Mary's College for the special screening of your picture which you were kind enough to arrange for us.
The Reverend Mother and the sisters, including myself, were all most impressed by the moving expression of the faith and love for our Saviour, Jesus Christ, that you brought to your interpretation of what must have been a most exacting and difficult portrayal.
It is unfortunate indeed that the makers of the motion picture thought it necessary to include certain scenes which we felt could very easily have been omitted without impairment to the story of the Magdalen.
But on the whole, we were extremely pleased that in these troubled times, so noble a demonstration of the Redeeming Grace to be found in the Love of Our Lord is available for all to see.
Now I must close for I am soon due in Surgery.
Since the war, all of us in the school, and in the hospital, are working double shifts due to the shortages of help.
But with Our Lord's Grace, we shall redouble our poor efforts to extend His Mercy.
The Reverend Mother extends to you Her Most Gracious blessing and prays that you may continue to find success and happiness in your new career.
Sincerely yours in J. C., Sister M. Christopher
A vision of the sister's austere, observant face flashed through her mind, together with a twinge of nostalgia for the years she had spent at the college.
Somehow, it seemed such a long time ago. It was as if she were a completely different person from the wide-eyed, nervous girl who first appeared in the Reverend Mother's office.
She remembered the quiet hours of study and the long hours of training and the exhausting hours of sheer drudgery in the hospital.
There had been times when she'd cry out of sheer frustration at her inability to learn all that was taught her.
It was during those moments that the mask of austerity would disappear from the sister's face and she would place her hand comfortingly on the girl's shoulder.
"Work hard and pray hard, Jennie," she'd say gently, "and you will learn.