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Sometime in the early 1990s, I was busy trying to write stage thrillers. I was obsessed with them. It was my ambition to produce a Dial M for Murder, Deathtrap or Sleuth. I absolutely adored the genre (and still do) with its charming villains, witty dialogue and twists galore. I think it’s the puzzle of thrillers that appeals to me. That and the not whodunnit but can-he-get-away-with-it element; always so much more satisfying to watch in my opinion. The challenge of a good thriller (or mystery plays as they’re known in the States) is to contain an evening’s two hours of entertainment on a single stage with a minimum of cast and catch the audience out without the plot appearing too contrived. It’s a tricky one to pull off.
I was beavering away on an idea of mine called Twist. Set in a plush South Kensington mansion block flat, it involved an antiquarian book seller, David Woods, who sees a sensational way of making a fortune by writing a ‘kiss and tell’ book about his bitchy wife Sarah who is the nation’s best loved actress from a hit TV soap opera. Henry then realises that his book will do even better if he murders her first! The premise being that the dead can’t sue for libel so he could write anything he wanted about her. I’d shown early drafts to two people. Firstly, my publisher Michael Callahan at Warner Chappell Plays who had been most encouraging and secondly the West End theatre producer Jeffrey Cambell who was interested enough to take me under his wing as I developed the play. Every morning Jeffrey would phone me at about 9.30 to enquire how the script was going. His calls were most welcome. There is nothing a writer likes more than someone who is constantly keeping up to date on his every written word. It’s why anything with a deadline generally gets finished and anything without one doesn’t. It provides inspiration and a sounding board for the piece. It drives you on, moves you forward.
Unfortunately, for one reason or another, Jeffrey Cambell could not move forward with Twist. He was too busy producing a French farce, Paris Match, at the Garrick Theatre that starred Sian Phillips and Leslie Ash and had his hands full. I was just wondering what to do with the play when, just like John Lennon and his 4000 holes in Blackburn, Lancashire, an article in the Daily Mail caught my eye. It was only a filler but it said that Brian Clemens the man behind The Avengers had written a new unpublished stage thriller and had just had it produced. The name of the play I cannot now recall but what I do remember reading is that it had been produced at a tiny fringe theatre in Beverly Hills where a well-known film producer living nearby had gone along to see it. The result being that the producer had immediately snapped up the film rights!
I re-read the piece again. What a brilliant idea. Instead of putting the play on in a London fringe theatre which in addition to costing an arm and a leg to produce usually resulted in audiences of single figures, why not put a play on in somewhere like Beverly Hills where there was a chance that you could strike gold like Brian Clemens had done?
The first thing I had to do was find out the name of the Los Angeles theatre and then mail them a copy of Twist.
Easier said than done. The theatre’s name wasn’t mentioned in the newspaper article so I phoned the Daily Mail and asked them. They said that they didn’t know and suggested that maybe I should ring Brian Clemens personally and ask him? Great idea I replied, what was his number? Sorry they said but they couldn’t give out that kind of information.
In those days the Writers Guild circulated a list that included addresses and phone numbers of all its members. I scanned the names and there it was - Brian Clemens’ private phone number at his home in Bedfordshire. I got dialling.
When I got through, this polite and charming man patiently listened to my crazy tale about my play Twist and how I had read about him in the press and was keen to find out the name of the Beverly Hills theatre his play had been produced in. After a pause he asked me what my play was about. I said “Well I don’t want to bore you with a synopsis….” And to my amazement he replied, “No, please do. I’d love to hear it. Fire away.”
Ten minutes later I had finished explaining the entire plot of my thriller and was amazed that he was still on the line. After a moment’s thought he said “Sounds good. I’d love to read it. Get it in the post today and with any luck I should receive it tomorrow.”
And so began one of the most extraordinary events in my life.
Sure enough, the next afternoon Brian Clemens called me. He had read Twist and had been impressed. He felt it was something that he wanted to get involved in. Would I be free to join him for lunch the following day? I said I’d be delighted.
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