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... t! Martin saw our script! We don't have to go back to Australia!"

After hanging up the phone, Leigh Whannell jumped off the couch, shouting excitedly.

James Wan's eyes lit up. "So they agreed to use our script and let me direct?"

"Uh... not exactly." Whannell's excitement dimmed slightly. "The call was from someone at Myers Pictures. They said to be at their office tomorrow at 10 AM—Martin will be there waiting for us."

"So, Martin wants to meet us in person?" Now ...

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