“Thank you for coming.”
Stewart could already tell this was going to be unpleasant just from the tone and the disarming smile that was meant to be non-threatening. He followed Wilkins into the kitchen where he saw Errol, sitting at the head of the table, shaking his head and fixing Stewart with a frown of disapproval.
“What’s this about?” He asked.
“Just sit down,” Wilkins said. “You’re not in any trouble.”
Oh great. Wilkins was trying to be the “good cop”. Well if he wanted Errol to be the bad cop, it might help if his friend didn’t look like the final exam for a How to Draw Manga annex course taught by Botticelli.
He took a seat, hoping this would be quick. Wilkins sat across from him.
“I’ll get right to it. We’ve been to a couple of websites. Don’t roll your eyes, Stewart. We saw our property all over the web. Why is that?”
“I don’t know, why do you assume I had anything to do with it?”
“Because your user name is the same on every file sharing site!” Errol pounded his fist on the table. It looked more pouting than intimidating. Stewart tried to hold back a derisive snort, unsuccessfully.
Wilkins put up his hand, “Look, Stewart that was our snuff film, okay. We’re not making any money off of that. Every time it circulates, we don’t get compensated for all of our hard work. Errol here held the camera, I had to lure that girl into the basement.”
“Yeah and I cut the film together,” Stewart pointed out. “I deserve to get a little exposure for my work, too.”
“Exposure is the last thing we need,” Errol snapped. “Do you want to wind up in prison?”
“Well, no, but-”
“So we’re clear on this,” Wilkins said. “You take the videos off of the file sharing sites and you consult us before distributing our well-crafted snuff films. I mean it Stewart, piracy is not a victimless crime.”