Jerry Bruckheimer. You produced another Hollywood ending.
Just as I was ready to turn into Lee Marvin's Walker in Point Blank, so obsessed with the money owed that I’d stand there stone-faced while Angie Dickinson hysterically smacked the shit out of me, I had a nice conversation with Cold Case's location manager. She will be reimbursing me for the tow.
Sure, this is towing and not a heist gone awry with a money drop at Alcatraz Island but still…it's my life. And my cars. And I think you should appreciate my persistence. I know you remember The Rock (good job getting a Criterion Edition of that BTW) when Nicolas Cage claims to love pressure: "I eat it for breakfast." I'd like to think you wrote that Jerry.
So thank you— even though you really had nothing to do with it. (Cold) case closed.