“Exactly.” “That’s your bread and butter,” he said. “Yours too.” “Nonsense,” Rex said. “I am dirty. Through and through.” I walked with him to the front door and hugged him good-bye. As he stood in the open doorway, he asked, “Have you seen the latest edit? Is it good?” “It’s fantastic,” I said. “But it’s almost three hours long. If we’re going to get people to buy a ticket...” “We have to put on a show,” he said. “Precisely.” “But we’re good in it? Me and you?” “We’re absolutely dynamite.”