INT. APARTMENT – DAY
David stares at his screen. Disheveled, in underwear, he easts read-vine licorice and M&M’s.
I attended the monthly board meeting of the Seven
Dwarves by video hook-up. I was early.
On screen before him, all seven, and Thomas Tipp too. We hear the phrase ‘expand exponentially’ slip by. Shot moves in on screen. We can feel the cool ensign of their imminent takeover. David twitches, feels it physically.
How’s that sound to you – David?
I think it’s a big mistake to say fifteen to twenty-five-year
olds don’t read. They do. They read a seventeen-inch
screen for two to four hours a day. And rather than dream
about selling this company to a conglomerate because
nobody’s buying books let’s embrace the future. I believe
the research – the future is in e-books. The future is
online. Right now, Teltrech makes a home machine
that downloads and binds a book within twenty minutes.
Let’s blaze a fucking path or two, guys. My father was
an adventurer. I am the last remaining Aames, and I’m
an adventurer too.
Behind their eyes, I could hear the sound of disappearing
stock options and scuttled secret negotiations. Oh, baby.
This was war.
(unconvincing, still stunned)
Well, this has been great.
And through it all. It was the strangest thing. I found that I
needed Sofia like oxygen.