To Sam Mendes

Don't call me an arsehole C-lister that's mentally retarded, then pretend like you didn't. You've seen why I'm not some punk kid. I can back up my statements, and your lawyers are simply unable to force a low-budget film to be produced in NZ so that you can have a power trip based on exploiting the IP of others. I have time stamps, so you can't steal my scripts. Paul's name is on them. Make a Rolling Stones film... it's all the same to you, isn't it? Then you can use all the same standing sets and bug them instead. - You've simply backed the suits over the person, and Sir Paul fought back. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm a competent film producer defending my script. Wellington needs this movie way more than a lame gay drama. Beatles Invade New Zealand would create thousands of jobs. Weeded Out would only create a few hundred (at most). - See my point? You've got a blank slate to make four movies in London. Pick your dream films and make those. Make a high-toned 1960's drama that uses your sets. Pick films where you don't have Don or I telling you that you're a pretentious twat. Maybe you could write an original rather than another book adaptation... - Accept that the Beatles were about the music and I'm a much better musician. Yes, you've lost, but it's actually Sir Paul who is beating you: I'm his business partner. It's his A-list clout combined with my 'C-list' knowledge of entertainment law. If Mr. Barr wasn't able to defeat me in a four-year war, what made you think you could? I bet you're mid-level hack mates that thought trans people need erasing... Your attempts to bully me are being filed with police. That's my message to Sony: down pedal the harassment and negotiate IRL. Porn threats = police involvement. - Sony will be furious with you for this colossal fuck-up. That's your fault for lying. I play it straight-up, and as a result lots of studio execs begrudgingly respect me. None of them were offended by my tapes, only you. Now, either apologise to Paul or come down to NZ to apologise to me.