“Your dead uncle owes me 30K. Pay it or you’ll join him,” said the Brooklyn gangster.
“You’re a writer. Write me a James Bond movie to star in,” said the Russian gangster.
“I’m a comedy writer,” replied Dorothy.
“Want that on your tombstone?”
Caught in a shootout in a Manhattan apartment between the gangsters, Dorothy sat at a kitchen table dodging bullets and writing the spy movie.
An elderly man helps the writer escape to Iceland and vanishes, leaving Dorothy as a murder suspect. On the police radar, Dorothy struggles to write anything funny, and clients are panicking. Desperate, the writer heads to Taiwan when the owner of a publishing empire offers a job.
The writer learns that the spy movie premiered in London and was a smash hit. Dorothy races to England for a celebratory party. The gangsters turn up demanding a cut of the profits. Threats are made. Guns are drawn. Shots are fired.
