Chapter 127: Retreat or Clash?
The report passed between Martin Bob and Sean Connery, leaving a chilling silence in the living room. Neither man wanted to see that number, yet both had known since yesterday that it was inevitable, even with so many competitors taking shots at the film.
The daily box office had topped $20 million for two consecutive days. While that fell short of breaking the $31.32 million single-day record set by Jurassic Park, its weekend momentum was clearly much stronger.
Friday brought in $22.54 million, Saturday $24.29 million, and Sunday $16.25 million. The three-day weekend total was $63.08 million!
Sean Connery's hand trembled as he held the statistical report. What did this number prove? It meant that even if his interference had affected Independence Day, the three million dollars he threw at the critics had essentially gone down the drain! Nothing he did could halt the young director's advance!
Martin Bob lowered his eyes to hide his bitter resentment behind a blank expression. The North American weekend box office record had belonged to Jurassic Park. It belonged to Spielberg. It belonged to CAA. And now it was simply handed over to Duke Rosenberg and Independence Day?
He didn't want to admit it, but Independence Day's opening weekend of $63.08 million completely obliterated the $47.02 million record set by CAA's top director, Spielberg, with Jurassic Park!
Lovett, that idiot!
A sudden surge of anger washed over Martin Bob. CAA hadn't just lost a director—they had lost a treasure capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Spielberg in the future!
'If I were running CAA, the first thing I would do is find a way to strip that idiot of his partnership!'