Dear Diary,
I invested in a film and the leading man got himself murdered. Truthfully, I only did it as a favour to an old childhood friend who is not the sharpest tool in the box sometimes. I took over directing it which was fun, but it is a bit of a cut throat business, some of Raymond's staff are ready to stab each other in the back – literally in the case of the leading man.
Raymond was totally taken in by a charlatan of a yank, who claimed he was VP of Pegasus studios in the States - he's only the junior sales rep.
The director was killed when the props knife was swapped during a blackout, which was how I ended up as director – Raymond and Jack both said I was bossy – cheek!
The leading lady tried to kill the yank, he deserved it but I don't condone murder, he said he would get her into Hollywood, but instead he brought in a lad who had been the stunt double for the man of the moment. This lad, Jamie Allen, is not a bad actor but he refused to follow the yank and sabotage the movie. The leading lady got a bit het up and was going to burn him with the film – highly flammable – talking of flammables I have another tale to tell – another time but ... anyway, I digress, I manage to prevent a fire and another death.
Jack and I seem to be right back where we should be, now – working together and I know his boyhood dream – to ride in the Tour de France – of course the police career and the war took care of that.
My reward for the film, which we turned into a talkie with Jack voicing over for Bert as a palace guard, a rather delicious slave extra ...