On the turntable, the camera began to draw closer to the camera as the lower part of the boom, and in the boat, the story is about to go to the most critical point.

"Oh...oh...god..."

"It's okay, it's okay, we have to give it to you..."

Before Ripley could finish his words, Dick, whose face was stained with blood, pounced on him madly, pressed him on the boat with a thud, howling and choking his neck, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.

"Cut!" Mingla's voice soon rang out, and then directed the photographer to continue shooting from different angles, especially the part where Dick pinched Ripley's neck, and he tried repeatedly.

In this way, Jude had to apply makeup every few minutes to make sure his forehead was bleeding and when he was fierce, he would look very ferocious.

After repeated shooting for dozens of minutes, Mingla finally showed a satisfied look, and then waved her hand while everyone was relieved: "Come on the last time."

Well, everyone was helpless to return to their positions. When the scene or the deputy director started shouting, Jude rushed up, grabbed Sean and shouted: "Kill you! Kill you!"

Then, everyone present clearly heard a thud, and Sean, who was pressed down below, did not respond for a long time.

"What's going on?" Mingla quickly stopped and asked the assistant next to her to go up and take a look. Jude seemed to be stunned. After letting go, she sat on the bed at a loss.

"I...I'm fine, I'm fine." Sean, who touched the back of his head, sat up with someone else's help, raised his other hand, and signaled that everything was fine.

Although he insisted repeatedly, several field assistants helped him down under Mingla's instructions, helped him sit in the rest area, and then found someone who knew first aid to check.

"Nothing big," art director Roy Walker knew about these traumas, so he came over to check Sean temporarily. "The back of his head was not swollen. Of course, if you are worried, you can go to the hospital for a checkup."

"No," Sean shook his head quickly, "I'm fine, I just touched it, nothing happened."

"Okay, Sean, you can rest," Mingla said, "You have done a good job. You don't need to take pictures of that camera just now."

Since the director said so, Sean didn't insist, sat in his chair with peace of mind and watched others busy.

"Hey." A voice sounded, and he turned his head to look. Jude Law came over at some point and stood there and looked at him.

He had already taken off his makeup, but he hadn't taken it clean. There was still a piece of blood on his forehead, and his eyes were dodging, as if he was a little reluctant but also a little guilty.

"Well...Shawn," he finally spoke again, "How are you?"

"Fortunately, I just touched it for a while and it was nothing serious." Sean made a gesture of nothing, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Well..." He was there holding his head and hesitating, not knowing whether to move forward or backward, but in the end he sighed and looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently."

"It doesn't matter, everyone will feel bad." Sean smiled and did not expose it. Because of the other party's current attitude, he had some good feelings.

"Actually, you did a good job, at least... you feel good when you play." Jude said this, probably because he finally said the previous sentence, and he seemed much more relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You are also very good. You are much older than me and have rich performance experience. I have learned a lot from you." Sean is the truth. As long as he has time, he will observe the performance methods of Jude, Hoffman and even Gwyneth.

"I'm only three years older than you, but I do have more experience in acting." Jude waved his hand.

Sean was stunned for a moment, then reacted. When he was fighting for this role, Ferederick reported his age for five years and modified the file. Now he should be 23 years old instead of 18 years old.

"Shawn?" Another voice came over, very familiar, and you can hardly know who it was.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Hoberg?" Sean turned calmly to the visitor.

"How are you doing? Do you need a rest?" Hoberg still had that smiling expression.

"No problem, I'll be working right away," Sean said.

"Very good, prepare for it, we will complete the 56th act alone." Hoberg had no intention of refusing at all. After greeting Jude, hello and then quickly left.

I couldn't wait. Sean hummed in his heart, and stood up and started to prepare.

Seeing this, Jude also planned to leave, but after taking two steps, he turned back and called Sean and coughed: "Shawn, although our relationship is average, I don't want you to misunderstand anything, but I still want to say, be careful of William Hoberg."

He spoke a little vaguely, but his eyes were serious, which made Sean feel a little more favorable.

"Thank you for your advice, Jude, I will remember." Sean nodded.

It seems that he is not a narrow-minded person. His previous indifference probably has something to do with being the protagonist himself without qualifications. But now it should be fine. It is more cost-effective to fall on someone else's kindness, especially the last sentence, which makes him more confident. With continuous contact with the crew and Garen's help, Sean basically confirmed that the farce was about to end.

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William Hoberg was quite annoyed during this period. His boss, Harvey Weinstein, has asked him more than once when he would get that kid out of the crew, and the more he went to the back, the more severe he became.

You should know that the longer the filming time, the more stable the other party’s place in the crew, the harder it will be to get it out. Although it is not without the fact that the actors have changed in the middle of the filming, either the actors themselves withdraw or the actors have major negligence. Even so, the crew will have to bear considerable losses, so Weinstein is quite unhappy.

He was unhappy, and Hoberg was also unhappy. He had said long ago that even the boss could not be tough. What could he do with his own small executive producer? Although he racked his brains and thought of a way to win over Chicareli, hoping to arouse the anger of the young people and do some work. Unexpectedly, although Shaun was not old, he was very calm and swallowed the suffocation.

Hoberg had no choice but to pause and wait until the movie started to start. The other party was a newcomer, he didn't know much about the operation of the set, and he also had a lot of pressure to disappoint the director, so he pulled Chicareli to do his job arrangements, trying to crush him with his busy work.

Chicareli didn't want to do it anymore. When Sean's agent Frederick told him that it would be okay to have no pay, he vaguely felt bad, not to mention—

"You said that it's enough for me to say a few words." Chichareli said to Hoberg.

"Yes, I said that, but Felley, we are already on the same boat. Do you think that you used to be like that boy who admitted his mistake and made this public, and he would leave the previous things behind without caring about it? Will Mingla forgive you?" Hoberg said just like this, leaving the other party speechless.

After a whole week, Sean's changes, from the beginning to the ups and downs of the present, Hoberg saw them all. But he was still showing off. He was injured during the filming yesterday, so he could have seized the opportunity to rest. Hoberg used to just try it out, but he didn't expect that he agreed because he didn't want to be at a disadvantage?

Well, no matter what he is thinking, Hoberg plans to find a topic to play today. Although it may be better to wait for the weekend to pass and let him take a little rest and continue to apply pressure, just like taking a two-and-thirty minutes to rest after a long run, it is easier to cause a collapse, but Hoberg has no time left.

Soon, he found an excuse.

"What's going on, Sean? It's just a scene of boarding the train. You've NG more than ten times." Although Hoberg was using a reminder tone, the severity and questioning were still obvious.

"Sorry, sir, I won't do this again next time." Sean said in a sincere tone.

"Not next time? Mr. Tang, you said so just before the two shots. Are these difficult? Are these shots more difficult than those taken by the director himself?" Holberg was a little aggressive. "If you are a little serious, we don't have to do this at all!"

"I'm just a little tired, Mr. Hoberg, I haven't been in good shape these two days." The other party lowered his posture.

But this is obviously not what Hoberg wants: "No one is not tired, Mr. Tang, I am very tired, the photographer is very tired, the lighting steward is very tired, the venue staff is very tired, the assistants are very tired, everyone is very tired! If you want to rest, hurry up and finish these shots so that I and everyone can rest."

He felt that his performance was perfect, and he successfully pointed everyone's finger at Sean, making them feel that this situation is caused by Sean. Therefore, just take a little more sparks and ignite the resentment in their hearts, and you can successfully force Sean to a desperate situation.

Hoberg thought happily until a voice sounded.

"You fucking know we're going to have a rest?" A sturdy figure walked into the set, "Since you fucking know we need it, you're still planning so many things?"

"Why...what happened?" Hoberg's head was a little twitching for a moment. He knew the man in front of him, a field assistant responsible for operating the mobile car.

"Yes, you said we need a rest, so you arranged such intensive work? I don't know when the last rest was!" Another person walked out, and Hoberg still knew an assistant in the lighting team.

"He doesn't care about us!"

"He only cares about himself!"

"Even Sean is so rude, and he still expects him to think about us?"

With their lead, the staff around them spoke one by one, all with anger, as if they had accumulated for a long time and their voices were getting louder and louder.
Chapter completed!