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40 M PS E . O R G voice raised and I know I never heard a demeaning comment. They were the Felix and Oscar of mixing. Scott was always neat as a pin. A white, pressed shirt tucked in, and hair perfectly combed. I think he might have ironed a crease into his Levis. His rise in the industry was no surprise. Erudite, calm, intelligent, talented, and always well put together. This was a man who wasn't going to embarrass you at high- level meetings. In the ensuing years whenever I ran into Scott, I would always try to untuck a corner of his shirt and muss his hair. He would smile indulgently while putting himself back together. Bob, on the other hand, was kind of like me. Southern California casual. You could picture him in line at Pink's or buying lottery tickets at 7/11. Flip-flops, white zinc covering his nose, and a Budweiser in his hand wouldn't have seemed out of place. Creative, funny, noisy, irreverent, opinionated, and never shy about pushing sound FX. Someone who like me might say something inappropriate at a high-level meeting thinking he was being honest or at least being funny. We sometimes bumped heads on societal and political issues but there was never anger or bad feelings. I really liked these guys. It was on one of the Bourne movies that the following happened. he hours were crazy long on every Bourne we did. Lunch and dinner on the stage, seven-day workweeks, turnaround penalties, double time, golden time, one of those go home, fall asleep, get up and go to work shows. Many of you have been there. We were working hard but being taken care of. They brought a masseuse to the dub stage. She set up in the producer's booth. Curtains in the booth on that window that looked out over the stage would close and lights would be lowered. In the room, new-age music, incense, and a professional massage table with that holder for your face that looked uncomfortably like a toilet seat. I'm not a go-to-the-masseuse guy but this was exactly what I imagined it would be like. One person from the stage would go up to the booth, the door would quietly close, and a tension-easing, relaxing massage would ensue. One by one, everybody would get a turn. Retaining a bit of the Old Hollywood hierarchy, mixers went first, followed by supervisors and lastly, stage editors and techs. T The Bourne Ultimatum Oscar-BAFTA-Golden Reel celebration. In a perfect world that's how big a sound crew should be.