Executive producer Mark Burnett has revolutionized television. So how did a British immigrant with little cash and no connections become his own entertainment empire? In Jump In!, Burnett shares his astounding personal saga of risk and reward, and tells enthralling stories about his shows and their contestants that have never before been revealed to the public. After years of facing remarkable challenges — both professional and personal — Burnett knows it's best to trust your gut instincts, recognize what you want, and go for it full-throttle. Jump In! is a must read for those who want to seize the moment, take chances, think big, and achieve their goals.

I pulled up to the guard gate at Universal Studios in my triple black 1969 Firebird convertible, living the Hollywood dream. I was on my way to meet with none other than Steven Spielberg. We had never met before, but I had dreamed of this day for years. Just getting this meeting had given me a temporary membership in Hollywood's Big Boy Club — with a heavy accent on "temporary." What I would do with that membership — whether I could turn it into an opportunity for greater success or whether I would fail to seize the moment — was up to me.

Now, my triple black Firebird is a car near and dear to my heart. I grew up in London, but the muscle car phenomenon is distinctly American, something I saw only in the movies — something I always wished I'd been a part of but had missed out on. In fact, the only truly selfish gift I had bought myself after the success of my television shows was the Firebird. Only eleven hundred of this particular model with black exterior, black interior, and a black convertible soft top (hence "triple black") were manufactured. I love this car. There's nothing like putting down its roof and getting behind that wheel. Of course, it's an old car, constantly "running a little hot." Despite knowing it was over ninety degrees that afternoon in the San Fernando Valley, I still decided to put the roof down and drive the Firebird to my meeting with Spielberg. It felt so good as it rumbled nicely along the beach road through Malibu canyon and onto the 101 freeway, where the ocean breezes were replaced by the stifling heat of the Valley. As I drove toward Universal, the engine temperature rose a little, but all seemed well until I got off the exit and stopped at the first light. Once at a standstill, the engine coughed a little, and as the temperature dial rose quickly into the red, my anxiety rose with it. After what seemed like an eternity, the stoplight turned green. I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove on and the temperature dropped. This scenario repeated at each subsequent stoplight. Finally, I reached the guard gate at Universal Studios and gave my name.

One guard punched it into the computer while another gave my car the requisite security once-over. Well, actually it was twice over. He loved the car and asked me a hundred and one questions about this beautiful piece of "Americana," failing to notice how the idling became more and more irregular as the engine temperature rose. I answered the questions about the wheels, the engine, and the brakes, all the while praying that the guard on the computer would hurry up before the triple black overheated.

Then, well, the triple black died.

For two whole minutes I turned the key in the ignition and pumped the gas, struggling to get it to start. Each time it would sputter and cough I felt a twinge of joy. But that glimmer of hope would end with the sound of silence as the engine died again. The line of cars at the gate, which is always four or five long, now numbered so many that I couldn't see its end when I turned back to look. The guard tried to be polite, but I could tell by the pained smile on his face that he didn't know quite what to do with me and my now-useless piece of Americana. So much for my Hollywood dream day.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was on my way to the most important meeting of my life. Things were supposed to go smoothly. But then, my entire career has been built on making success out of calamity — well, if not calamity, then at least chaos. Why should this day be any different?

Why, you might ask, would Steven Spielberg want to meet with me? After all, I just make reality television, and he makes some of the most important films of our time. The meeting came out of a new show I was making with Spielberg's partner at DreamWorks Studios, Jeffrey Katzenberg. The show is called The Contender, and it's unlike anything I've ever done.

My television shows have always been about reality, but in a sort of parallel universe, a place where shipwrecking regular Americans on an island and forcing MBAs to coexist in a Manhattan loft actually seems normal. However, when filming is complete, the people in my shows return to their normal lives, stepping from my reality back into their reality. They may have changed as individuals as a result of their experience, but any greater ramifications to society are minimal. I hoped this was about to change. The Contender has the potential to revitalize a dying institution and give glory to a group of men who have labored in obscurity their whole lives. More than any of the other reality shows I've filmed, this show will blur that line between televised reality and the world itself. And it had begun with a surprise phone call.

December 2003: Just after returning from Panama, where I'd been filming Survivor: All-Stars, I was collapsed from jet lag on my office couch, watching a rough cut of the show, when the phone rang.

"It's Mark," I answered.

"Mark," said a calm voice, "this is Jeffrey Katzenberg."

I was floored. This was one of the biggest, most powerful names in Hollywood, responsible for Disney's great animation hits of the 1990s — The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, and The Little Mermaid, to name just a few — before moving on and starting DreamWorks with Steven Spielberg and David Geffen, where he produced Shrek and Shrek 2, the biggest-grossing animated film franchise of all time. He repeated his animation genius with Shark Tale.

"I've got an idea I'd like to discuss with you," he said. "Is there a chance we can meet sometime soon?" Within minutes, I was on my way to his Burbank office.

At our meeting, Jeffrey was complimentary, saying he considered me the best nonfiction storyteller on television. Deeply flattered, I relaxed, comfortable that the meeting was going very well. Then he asked an odd question: "Do you like boxing?"

"I love boxing," I immediately replied.

I wasn't just saying that because I was talking to Jeffrey Katzenberg. Two of my cousins had fought at the national level in Britain when I was growing up. One of them, Jimmy, was a British schoolboy champion. The other, Alex, was another champion, and he boxed on television. My own dad had trained them. (Once when Jimmy broke my dad's ribs with a punch, Dad complimented him on his technique!) Furthermore, every man who gets accepted into my former British Army Parachute Regiment has to go through a series of tests, one of which is a form of boxing with no rounds, sixteen-ounce gloves, and no pauses — literally a nonstop battle. Because it's nonstop fighting with arms flailing it's called "milling," as in windmills. Anyone who has ever been in the Parachute Regiment knows what it's like to do milling, stepping into a circle of men to fight another man. Inside that circle, getting knocked down is not held against you. It is failing to get up and continue to fight that is considered dishonorable. The army wants to see who keeps getting up off the floor. The point is to show who has the guts to go behind enemy lines. There are boxers and there are fighters, and boxers may have the technical skill to win, but fighters will keep on keeping on, doing anything to win. Any man who goes behind enemy lines needs to be a fighter.

Copyright © 2006 by Mark Burnett. Excerpted by permission of Ballantine Books, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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About the Author

Emmy Award-winning television producer Mark Burnett was recently featured in Time magazine's "Time 100" list of the most influential people in the world today; named on the "Top 101 Most Powerful People in Entertainment" list by Entertainment Weekly; and garnered the #1 position on TV Guide's "Most Valuable Players" list. He has produced four seasons of The Apprentice starring Donald Trump, eleven Survivors, nine Eco-Challenges, The Contender, The Apprentice: Martha Stewart, and Rock Star: INXS.