Brian De Palma: Leans in, scribbling furiously You know, kid, this place... it's like a goldmine for ideas, right?
Yeah, Mr. De Palma. The jazz, the energy... it's all so vibrant.
Taps his fingers on the table, a mischievous smile forming I got an idea, kid. How 'bout we make our next movie here?
Really? But, uh, how would we pull that off?
Waves his hand dismissively, grinning Leave that to me, kid. I've got connections, I've got tricks up my sleeve.
Wow, that'd be amazing. Can't wait to see what you come up with.
Takes a sip of his drink, tapping his foot on the ground Alright, listen up, Vargas. We're gonna need a twist, something that grabs the audience by the throat from the get-go.
What about a murder mystery, set right here in this jazz club?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Now we're talking, kid. A murder mystery, huh? We'll have our protagonist trying to unravel the mystery while navigating through a web of deceit and danger.
That sounds great! And we could get some real suspense going with the jazz music. It'd be like a character within the film itself.
Leans back in his chair, deep in thought Huh, you know what, kid? That's not a bad idea.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Yeah, really. We'll have the jazz music as the backdrop, setting the tone for the mystery.
Oh, this is gonna be good. What's our protagonist's name?
Taps his finger on the table, a glint in his eye How about Detective Jack Williams?
Nice. So, we've got our detective and our jazz club setting. What's the hook?
Smirks, leans forward, and taps his fingers on the table The hook, kid, is this: Detective Jack Williams is trapped in the jazz club.
Raises an eyebrow, grinning mischievously Here's the deal, kid. Detective Jack Williams is investigating a series of murders that all seem to be connected to the jazz club.
Interesting... so he's gotta figure out who the killer is, but he's stuck in the same place as the killer.
As they continue brainstorming, a gunshot rings out, shattering the window and plunging the room into chaos. Brian De Palma and Vargas are stunned, unsure of what just happened.
Holy shit! Are you okay, Mr. De Palma?
Grunts, ducking down and searching for cover Shit, Vargas! We've got company!