In My Life I Love You More

Chapter Seventy Nine

     Three weeks later

Pulling up the front of the Lennon estate, Harry cleared his throat as he watched Josephina and her husband, John, embrace each other in the front garden, "Sorry to interrupt the lovefest, but we have business to discuss," he said, his eyes glued to his envelope.

   "Hi Harry. Is that a new fedora?" She leaned back into her husband's arms as the aging man climbed out of his convertible. John liked Harry. He enjoyed conversing with the older Jewish man with the thick New York accent and a sharp tongue, the complete opposite of Brian but he took good care of Josephina's career and that made him okay in John's book.

  "You better believe it kid. My wife is threatening to burn my old ones if I bring another home though.''

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  Carrying the three cups of coffee over, Josephina sat down across from her agent, shaking her head when the older man moved to stand. "Please Harry, don't get up."

Scoffing, the older man shook his head, looking at her over his glasses, "I don't think I'll be able to overall. So tell me Josie dear, how're you feeling?"

Sighing, Josephina leaned back, "I'm doing okay. A bit tired, but otherwise fine."

Harry nodded, holding his coffee cup, "That's good, that's good. Look, the reason I came here and I know you're about to have the babies soon, but I wanted to talk to you about a new project that I think would be perfect for you." He started but she gave him an exhausted look.

"Harry.....''

The man held up his hands, "hear me out. It's a new style of picture. Practically unheard of. It's a n American Western mystery thriller film. It's written and directed by this new guy on the scene, Tarantino. He did that successful film, Reservoir Dogs? Anyway, I heard the pitch and Warner is seriously interested.''

"Harry, I don't do westerns, you know that.''

"I know that. But like I said, this isn't your typical western. The script is violent, high in profanity and rated R. But the script is golden. I choose you because I knew it would break you from the mold of romantic films and comedies. I have a feeling, deep in my gut-this is going to be your Oscar nomination'' Harry stressed and took a drink from his coffee cup while Josephina bit her lip, thinking over his words, "did I mention it's the main female character, as well as the main antagonist in the movie?" He watched Josephina's eyes flicker with interest and he internally smirked. Hook, line and sinker.

"What's the character's motive....'' Josephina tried to sound uninterested, and Harry opened his briefcase, pulling out a copy of the film script.

"All I can say is she's a psychotic, scheming bitch-if you'll pardon the language. Plot takes place post-Civil War, where the main female character- an outlaw, is being transported by John "The Hangman" Ruth through a blizzard to be killed. When the snow gets so bad that they can't make it to Red Rock, they take shelter in a small stagecoach lodge called Minnie's Haberdashery. That's where things get interesting, because in Minnie's, no one is who they seem to be, everyone is suspicious... and they're all packing heat.''

   Josephina flipped through the script, eyes scanning and she nodded approvingly. "Jo, you've wanted to prove yourself to those producer smucks for the last seven years. Now's your golden opportunity. I wouldn't have brought to to you if I didn't think you were the right woman.''

   "It sounds great Harry, but there's just one problem...'' She gestured to her five month swollen pregnant stomach obviously and Harry smirked, leaning forward.