The trio realized the "titles" weren't just movie names; they were the designations of power. The industrialists had a list of who would be the next "President," the next "General," and the next "Traitor."
Burt met Harold Woodman at a rain-slicked pier in New Jersey. Harold, now a successful lawyer but still wearing his scars like armor, looked at the film reel. "She’s in California, Burt. She’s found something in the Hollywood backlots that makes the Committee of Five look like a bridge club." The trio realized the "titles" weren't just movie
Burt used his medical kit to bypass a high-tech (for 1938) security system, while Harold used his legal wit to distract the guards. Valerie, the heart of the operation, swapped the propaganda reels for her own avant-garde masterpiece—a film that exposed the faces of the conspirators to an audience full of the city’s most influential people. "She’s in California, Burt
As the lights came up and the conspirators fled into the night, the trio stood on the studio roof, watching the California sun rise. As the lights came up and the conspirators
"No," Burt smiled, adjusting his eye. "But we gave it a better ending for today."