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Oppppsss, pues era Bringing out the dead
"One morning I was jarred awake from a deep slumber at 6am. “Is this Richard Kraft?” screeched the voice on the other end “Yeah, who is this?” I said. “It’s Martin Scorsese, and I’m firing your client. Tell Elmer Bernstein he’s off my film.”
Pushing the sleep from my eyes I rallied to get enough oxygen into my brain to comprehend what was going on. “Elmer told me he would have music to me on Thursday for a screening on Friday,” he said, “and now he’s telling me he won’t have it until after the weekend. He’s fired.”
“Wait,” I said. “Elmer hasn’t even started your film.” (We were talking about BRINGING OUT THE DEAD.)
“Doesn’t matter,” Scorcese said.
“He promised to write some temp music for a screening I am having for some friends on Friday, and now he’s screwed me. It’s over.”
“But even if you fire him,” I said, “you won’t have your music for Friday. And you and Elmer are great friends—you’ve done so much good work together. What do you gain by getting rid of him? You won’t have your music and you won’t have your favorite composer.”
“Don’t use logic on me,” Scorsese shouted. “Don’t you know I’m fucking crazy?”
Even though I was in the middle of a situation going horribly awry, I did have enough presence of mind to think: How cool is this? I’m getting reamed by the dude who made RAGING BULL. I now have my undisputable brush with greatness.
“But…” I started. “No but—he’s fired,” snapped Scorsese, in that same manic, staccato style I recognized from the guy he played in the back of the cab in TAXI DRIVER who was planning on shooting his wife.
“Why don’t you just at least talk to Elmer?” I said. “I’m sure you can work something out.”
I quickly dialed Elmer to prep him for his call from the raging director. Elmer seemed more concerned that Scorsese had woken me up so early than he was about his fate on the film. A half hour later he called me back to say they had ironed out their differences."