Beverly Hills, Century City.
Dressed in formal attire, Heath Ledger emerged from the Fox Tower. His years of decadent living, compounded by a long-term drug dependency, made him appear exceptionally gloomy, even in the bright sunshine.
His pitch at Fox yielded no results; Heath Ledger was directly rejected.
He had visited numerous production companies, big and small, except for Pacific Pictures, Davis Studio, and Disney Studios.
Within these three, one was founded by Martin Davis, one belonged to Martin's mistress, and another was currently enjoying a collaboration honeymoon with Martin.
And his old mess with Martin was known to everyone in Hollywood.
Heath Ledger glanced at the nearby Death Star Building and headed straight to CAA.
CAA used to be Heath Ledger's agency; he was well acquainted with many of its agents, and since CAA liked to package film projects, perhaps they could be convinced...