CHAPTER IINTERIOR: The offices of Nine Planets Films, Inc., Hollywood on the Moon. Close shot—Day.
You can’t film Doom World,” Tony Quade said emphatically. “It just isn’t possible. I’ve read the shooting script, and all I’ve got to say is that you made a big mistake in buying the movie rights, even if you are the president of Nine Planets Films, Inc.”
Von Zorn’s small, simian face was puckered with anxiety. He scratched his toothbrush mustache and murmured, “It was a best-seller, Tony. We paid the author plenty, but if we can screen the book we’ll clean up. Otherwise we’ll drop a lot—too much.”
Tony Quade settled his large, big-boned body more comfortably in the glass-and-leather chair and shrugged.
“My tears will mingle with yours, Chief.”
“But you can film Doom World! You got those
