Page 85 of Love Unscripted
He answered on the first ring. “Camille. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“What will it take to get you to end this lawsuit, Simon?”
Silence.
“Hello?” For a moment she feared he had hung up. The tremor in her voice betrayed her.
“I’m thinking,” he said calmly.
He kept her waiting.
Then—
“Return toShadow Peak.”
“I can’t do that, Simon. And frankly, you can’t make me.”
A pause. “I can’t? Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure. You can attempt to ruin me. You can request an injunction on my film—but there’s no guarantee it will be granted. And even if it is, you still can’t make me return to that show.”
Silence again.
“So why are you calling?”
“Because I want to reach a compromise, Simon. I want you to meet me halfway.”
Another beat.
“Fine,” he said at last. “I’ll drop the suit if you appear in a two-hour season finale.”
She closed her eyes, thinking.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Will you give me creative control?”
“I always have.”
“No,” she said firmly. “I’m talking about removing the profanity, the nudity, the gratuitous violence.”
A short pause.
“From your scenes only? That can be arranged.”
“When would I need to be there?”
“Next week.”
“I’m finishing upEsthernext week. My part wraps Wednesday—unless there are retakes.”
“Then we shoot from Friday to the following Monday. That gives you Thursday to memorize the script. Four straight days of filming.”
“Okay.” The word felt heavy. “Okay.”
“Great. We’ll send the script by Tuesday.”
