After spending Christmas back in Atlanta, Martin had just arrived in Los Angeles when he got a call from David Fincher. He dropped his luggage off at his Beverly Hills home and rushed to the Disney Studio workshop.
Louise, Graham, and David Fincher were already waiting for him.
On the table in the small conference room lay the latest newspapers, its entertainment pages flipped open to the most recent reports on "Escape from Tehran."
Especially conspicuous were photos of Ron Stern and other hostages who had been rescued.
Martin had already read these newspapers on the plane. Shaking his head with a sigh as he sat at the conference table, he said, "These bastards, lowering the standard of Oscar PR campaigns every year."
Louise smiled at him.
Martin thought to himself, every award I've won has been fair and square. The first time I got the Best Supporting Actor at the Oscars, it was earned through sheer determination.