I’d moved from technical assistance on the film to helping out with the edit and there was no way I was walking out of there without the reels. I reckon I got them all. Somebody had said recently that there’d already been a duplicate printing negative made but I’m not sure it actually happened.
I don’t think anybody knows I took them. Maybe that night watchman. But I don’t think he cares too much.
And so now I’ve got them at home. I’ve put them away down in the cellar, boxed up. Carol never really looks there and even if she does I expect she’ll just think that it’s more clutter from work. There’s plenty of it elsewhere in the house.
I put in months on that film. Stayed loyal to it even after the money had started to dry up and they replaced the director with that lush. I’d heard somebody from the production company say that the film, the dailies and everything, all the footage, was prob- ably going to be junked, which I couldn’t let happen after all the hard work that had gone into it.
Maybe when all the noise and shouting about the finances has calmed down I’ll let somebody know where they are.
Maybe.
