Sitting with Director Michael Mann in a Burbank Studio finishing the Thief score, suddenly someone ripped open the door and pushed us into a broom closet filled with cleaning articles .It was a very tight squeeze and very dark. I thought I was getting involved in an LA crime story. Nothing happened for quite some time; the door was locked from the outside. After a quarter of an hour had passed – this was a practical exercise in Einstein’s theory of relativity – the door was opened. Pardons were made and given the explanation that a union commission had just been there to search for illegal aliens. I had the necessary work permit for the States, but that was something the owner of the Studio didn’t know. Worst case scenario he could have lost his studio license by employing people without a union permit.