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k of pretension about the Pickett persona。
The year after Gunner； he made two pictures back to back。 Another action blockbuster for Smotherman； called Lightning Rod； which was released on Independence Day and blew all former box…office records to smithereens； and then； for the Christmas market； Life Lessons。 The latter was a sweetly sentimental slip of a story； in which Todd played opposite Sharon Campbell； a Playboy model turned actress who had been tabloid fodder at the time thanks to her recent divorce from an alcoholic and abusive husband。 The pairing of Pickett and Campbell had worked like a charm； and the reviews for Todd's performance were especially kind。 While he was still relying on his physical gifts； the critics observed； there were definitely signs that he was taking on the full responsibilities of an actor； digging deeper into himself to engage his audience。 Nor was he afraid to show weakness； twice in Life Lessons he was required to sob like a baby； and he did so very convincingly。 The picture was a huge hit； meaning that both of the big money…makers of the year had Todd's name above the title。 He was officially box…office gold。
For most of the following decade he could do no wrong。 Inevitably； some of his pictures performed better than others； but even the disappointments were triumphs by parison with the fumbling labors of most of his contemporaries。
Of course； he wasn't making the choice of material on his own。 From the beginning he'd had a close relationship with his manager； Maxine Frizelle； a short； sharp bitch of a woman in her mid…forties who'd once been voted the Most Despised Person in Hollywood； and had asked； when the news had reached her； if the awards ceremony was full evening dress。 Though she'd been representing other agents when she first took Todd on； she'd let them all go once his career began to demand her plete attention。 Thereafter she lived and breathed the Pickett business； control…ring every element of his life； private and professional。 The price she asked studios for his services rapidly rose to unheard of heights； and she drove the deal home every single time。 She had an opinion about everything： rewrites； casting； the hiring of directors； art…directors； costume designers and directors of photographers。 Her only concern were the best interests of her wonder…boy。 In the language of an older but similarly feudal system； she was the power behind the throne； and everyone who worked with Todd； from the heads of studios to humble hair…stylists； had some encounter with her to relate； some scar to show。
Needless to say； the Pickett magic couldn't remain unchallenged forever。 There were always new stars in the ascendancy； new faces with the new smiles appearing on the screen every season； and after ten years of devotion the audience that had doted on Todd in the mid…to…late eighties began to look elsewhere for its heroes。 It wasn't that his pictures performed less well； but that others performed even better。 A new definition of a blockbuster had appeared； money…machines like Independence Day and Titanic； which earned so much so quickly that pictures which would once have been called major hits were now in contrast simply modest successes。
Anxious to regain the ground he was losing； Todd decided to go back into business with Smotherman； who was just as eager to return to their glory days together。 The project they'd elected to do together was a movie called Warrior； a piece of high concept junk about a street…fighter from Brooklyn who is brought through time to champion a future earth in a battle against marauding aliens。 The script was a ludicrous concoction of clichés pulled from every cheesy science…fiction B…movies of the fifties； and an early budget had put the picture somewhere in the region of a hundred million dollars simply to get it on screen； but Smotherman was confident that he could persuade either Fox or Paramount to green…light it。 The show had everything； he said： an easily…grasped idea （primitive fighting man outwits hyper…intelligent intergalactic empire； using cunning and brute force）； a dozen action sequences which called for state…of…the…art effects； and the kind of hero Todd could perform in his sleep： an ordinary man put in an extraordinary situation。 It was a no…brainer； all 'round。 The studios would be fools not to green…light it； it had all the marks of a massive hit。
He was nothing if not persuasive。 In person； Smotherman was almost a parody of a high…voltage salesman： fast…talking； short…tempered and over…sexed。 There was never an absence of 'babes'； as he still called them； in his immediate vicinity； all were promised leading roles when they'd performed adequately for Smotherman in private； and all； of course； were discarded the instant he tired of them。
Preparations for Warrior were proceeding nicely。 Then the unthinkable happened。 A week shy of his forty…fourth birthday； Smotherman died。 He'd always been a man of legendary excess； a bottom…feeder happiest in the gamier part of any city。 The circumstances of his death were perfectly consistent with this reputation： he'd died sitting at a table in a private club in New York； watching a lesbian sex show； the coronary that had felled him so massive and so sudden he had apparently been overtaken by it before he could even cry out for help。 He was face down in a pile of cocaine when he was found； a drug he'd continued to consume in heroic quantities long after his contemporaries had cleaned up their acts and had their sinuses surgically reconstructed。 It was one of the thirty…five illegal substances found in his system at the autopsy。
He was buried in Las Vegas； according to the instructions in his will。 He's been happiest there； he'd always said； with everything to win and everything to lose。
This remark was twice quoted at the memorial service； and hearing it； Todd felt a cold trickle of apprehension pass down his spine。 What Smotherman had known； and been at peace with； was the fact that all of Tinseltown was a game…and it could be lost in a heartbeat。 Smotherman had been a gambling man。 He'd taken pleasure in the possibility of failure and it had sweetened his success。 Todd； on the other hand； had never even played the slots； much less a game of poker or roulette。 Sitting there listening to the hypocrites…most of whom had despised Smotherman…stand up and extol the dead man； he realized that Keever's passing cast a pall over his future。 The golden days were over。 His place in the sun would very soon belong to others； if it didn't already。
The day after the memorial service he poured his fears out to Maxine。 She was all reassurance。
〃Smotherman was a dinosaur；〃 she said as she sipped her vodka。 〃The only reason people put up with his bullshit all those years was because he made everybody a lot of money。 But let's be honest： he was a low…life。 You're a class act。 You've got nothing to worry about。〃
〃I don't know；〃 Todd said； his head throbbing from one too many drinks。 〃I look at myself sometimes。。。〃
〃And what？〃
〃I'm not the guy I was when I made Gunner。〃
〃Damn right you're not。 You were nobody then。 Now you're one of the most successful actors in history。〃