Filming the hit-man and his driver planning their next assignment was a little complicated. But shooting the crew was fun.
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They began shooting at ten in the morning. The entire crew was ready when the Director gave the first instructions of the day:
The first scene of the day was between two actors, John the hit-man and Sharon his driver. They sat in the living room across from each other.
John cleans a gun.
“Man, this gun looks real,” John says.
“Cut!” The director yells. “What the hell, John, that’s not in the script,”
“Sorry, sorry, my bad, but you know what, the gun looks real,” John apologizes.
“Yes, I know. It is real, and it’s mine. But, trust me it’s not loaded. We didn’t find the fake one in the prop room. Now, shall we continue?”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Director,” John responds sarcastically.
“Okay, Sharon you’re going to be waiting for me in the car with the engine running. I’ll be coming out of the apartment as if I’m going to the park,”
“Don’t worry John, I’ll be waiting for you, cool as a cat,”
“And if you hear a few shots, don’t panic. But please don’t leave without me. And, and . . . damn! I forgot my next line. Sorry, (pause) as you know my wife is pregnant, and she’s due anytime, I can’t concentrate, and . . .”
“Don’t worry John, I understand,” says the director.
“Let’s take it from ‘but please don’t leave without me’. Ready? . . . Camera, action!”
“ . . . and don’t forget to fill out the gas tank. Remember last time? when we ran out of gas just a block away,”
“Yeah, but that was your fault, you didn’t give me any money that week,”
“No excuses this time, I don’t want to push the car again. Especially after, after . . .
“Shit! Can I have a copy of the script?”
“Come on John, did you really study your lines?”
“Yes, Sharon, but like I said the wife is pregnant and . . .”
“Yeah, yeah, last year your wife was not pregnant and it was the same thing. You should go back to your old barista job.”
“You know what? I’m not getting paid enough for this shit.” John says as he turns to the director.
“Is he getting paid for this? Sharon looks at the director behind the camera.
“Well, his wife is pregnant and . . .” the director answers.
“You know what? I’m two weeks behind my rent.” Sharon says.
“Okay, okay, I’ll pay you for this month’s rent. Now, can we continue? Jees!”
“No, we can’t continue until she admits I’m a good actor. Come on, everybody in this room knows that, right?” says John.
The room suddenly turns more silent than a funeral parlor.
“I can’t believe you guys, well, in that case, I’m gonna have to show you how it’s done . . . one second, let me check my lines.” Looks at the camera and says: “All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.”
“Okay everybody, we’re losing precious time here. Let’s do it. Let’s take it from ‘ . . . especially after’. Camera, action!”
“ . . . specially after I shot that crooked politician in front of his wife,” John says.
“Oh, and don’t forget the gun this time,” says Sharon.
“Of course not, big dummy, I never repeat the same mistake.”
He tries to put the gun in his holster, but the gun goes off and John falls back on the couch, with blood coming from his mouth.
Everybody screams and panics. Chaos fills the room. Somebody yells: “Call an ambulance! He’s still breathing, hurry up!”
In the middle of the confusion and mayhem, John gets up.
“So, you fools still think I’m a bad actor? You didn’t find the fake gun because I had it with me all the time,”
As he begins to shoot everyone, cast and crew included, John says in a very Darth Vader voice . . . “I’m going to be a father”.
Lancaster, Ca. Oct-11-2017