Ask him how much you earned

"How much did I earn?", you ask the director. Perhaps there's a small silver lining to this whole debacle. Frankly, you'd really like head home and forget this day ever happened. But you could still really use the money.

"You're kidding", the director suddenly says as he puts down his paperclip holder and looks you in the eyes. Your heart skips a beat as you stare back.

"No", you reply, now narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm serious".

"You ruined the entire ending!", the director calls out. He clicks around on his laptop a little more, freezing the frame where you can just see a geyser of vomit covering Sylvester's face. It resembles a scene from the Exorcist. He clicks another button and to your horror the image zooms in even further towards the carnage. "We can't show this!", he shrieks.

"I'm sure there is a market for it... somewhere", you reply in equal parts shame and annoyance, trying to find some way to still coax some money out of this endeavor. "There's always someone somewhere that enjoys this kind of stuff"

"Well, I don't", the director says coldly as he turns away from you. "And If I can't make money with it, you won't either"

You realize that he's actually serious.