Enter Ludo 9. Enter Ludo Jack watched as Zoë quickly turned to the doctor. “That’s — um, it’s all right, Doctor …” A nod from Dr. Manjeep, and the attendant and nurse backed away. And Jack watched as the man in the overcoat brushed it as if shaking off dust, and then marched straight over to the bed, ignoring everyone else. “My dear Zoë, I could not believe it, when I heard the news.” The man took Zoë’s left hand and made it into a sandwich between his two bear-sized paws. Obviously, Jack thought, a big wig with the film company. “Thank you, Ludo. Um,” Zoë nodded at her doctor, then to Sarah. “This is my producer, the film’s producer—” With the introduction, the man turned. “Ludo Pesciak, proud producer of The Rose of Cherringham!” Then with his eyes narrowing, eyebrows expressing suspicion. “And you two?” “Friends,” Zoë added quickly. “Jack has been serving as my driver, and Sarah … keeping an eye out for me.” The producer nodded. “Not such a good eye then, hmm?
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