"We're back in with Schweid," he said. "He's got a producer for a movie but he doesn't trust him."
"He can trust us," Bindle said.
"That's what I told him."
"What movie?" Bindle asked.
"I don't know. He said art. Probably that Hamlock thing."
"I think it's Hamlet," Bindle said.
"Yeah. Hammerlet. With tits. I hope this guy wants to do it with tits."
"What's in it for us?" Bindle asked.
Marmelstein started to answer, then paused. "Wait," he said. "Listen, anybody can do Hammerlet, right? I mean, the screenwriter died or something and so it belongs to everybody?"
"Yeah. I think it was a play. Shakespeare. Or some name like that."
"Okay," Marmelstein said. "What we do is we get this producer away from Schweid. If that no-talent can write Hammerlock, we get can somebody else to write Hammerlock and then we take it back to that same producer. Without Schweid."
"Good thinking, Bruce," said Bindle.
"All we've got to do is queer this deal tonight," Marmelstein said.
"Right," said Bindle.
"And that shouldn't be any trouble for us at all," Marmelstein said.
"It never has been before," said Hank Bindle.
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Chiun was on the balcony of their Madrid hotel room, sitting quietly, looking at the city sprawl, the buildings golden in the afternoon sun.
Remo placed a call to Smith. The operator did a lot of clicking and then reported in precise English, "I'm sorry, sir. The line is busy."
"Are you sure?" Remo said. "That line's never busy. Maybe we dialed wrong." He repeated the number.
"Just a moment," the woman said. Remo heard more clicking, and then a busy signal and then the operator's voice. "No, sir, it's busy."
"Thank you," Remo said. "I'll call back."
He hung up the phone and stood up from the sofa. Somehow a busy signal didn't seem right. In all the years with CURE, he couldn't remember Smith not answering the phone on the first ring.
A busy signal made the CURE director seem more human and Remo didn't want to deal with Smith as a human. He didn't necessarily like the bloodless, emotionless wraith he pictured in his mind, but at least he was used to Smith that way. Every time things had changed in his life, they had changed for ... well, if not for the worse, at least in the direction of more disruption. He didn't want any more disruption, irritation, or aggravation.
Peace and quiet. That was what he yearned for.
"That's what I want in the world," he said as he stepped out on the balcony behind Chiun.
"A brain that works?" Chiun said.
"Please, Chiun. Don't carp. I've made a resolution to myself. From now on, I'm going to lead a simple life, clean and pure. No more trouble. I'm
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going to try not to fall asleep when you recite an Ung poem. When you blame it all on me because you can't finish your screenplay or your soap opera about Sinanju, I'm just going to nod and take the blame. I'm going to lead a different life. When that dingaling Dr. Pomfret starts yapping at me, I'm just going to smile. When I talk to Smith, I'm going to humor him instead of arguing. Even when you tell me those stupid stories you always tell me, I'm going to listen. Really listen."
"By stupid stories, I presume you mean the wisdom of the ages, contained in the legends of Sinanju," Chiun said, without turning.
"That's right."
"The dog can promise not to bark," Chiun said, "but still he barks. Even the promise is expressed in a bark."
"Yeah?" Remo said. "Go ahead. Tell me a story. Watch me listen. Tell me about the mountain of gold. What's that about? I know you know more about it than you've been telling that twit."
"It is a terrible story. I don't want to talk about it," Chiun said.
"Awwww, please," said Remo, because he knew Chiun wanted him to.
"Really?" said Chiun. "You insist on hearing it?"
"My life wouldn't be complete without it," Remo said. "I'd go to my grave wondering what it was."
"Well, all right," Chiun said. "But only because you asked. It is a terrible story."
"The deal's off. If you do anything, we'll sue you for every cent you can borrow."
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"Wait a minute," Harold W. Smith said. "Who is this?"
"This is Bruce Marmelstein, executive vice-president and chief financial officer of Universal Bindle Marmelstein Mammoth Global Magnificent Productions and we're prepared to top any paltry, piddling illegal offer you think you may have made to Barry Schweid."
Schweid's voice piped in. "That's right, Smith. Any offer."
"So now it's up to you, Smith," said Marmelstein. "Make an offer."
"What do you want, Schweid?" Smith asked.
"A half a million dollars and twenty percentage points. Gross," said Schweid.
"You've got it," Smith said.
"There you go again," said Schweid. "See. He's doing it again."