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Okay, lights out, 20 minutes.

No funny business.

And no fucking.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Now do you believe me?

He's a fucking psychopath.

- Okay. It does seem like an odd coincidence

your wires just snapped.

- It's no coincidence. It's absurd.

Those lines are strong enough to hold a goddamn elephant.

Where's your phone at?

- He confiscated it.

[suspenseful music playing]

Kevin. He said lights out. We can't leave.

- He's not my camp counselor.

You know what I'm-a do?

I'm about to go, I'm about to get my phone back,

and I'm-a see what other weird shit

he hiding in his office that he don't want me to see.

- Kevin... don't.

[dramatic music plays]

[suspenseful music playing]

[knocking on door]

- Ronnie, baby. [chuckling] - [chuckling] Mon garçon.

- Have a seat. - Ah.

- Uh, pull up scene 12, please.

Have a seat.

[suspenseful music playing]

- This is a bad idea. - It's a good idea.

Wilcox won't murder me in front of you.

Come on. There's his office, come on.

Shit. - Do you have a bobby pin?

- Yeah. Yeah. It's in the bun on the back of my fucking head.

- Okay, don't be an asshole.

I'll find a paper clip. Excuse me.

- Wait, you know how to pick a lock?

- South Side of Chicago, born and raised.

- It's not North Philadelphia,

but I'm not gonna hold it against you.

- Got it. - Hey.

[coughing] Where the fuck are you at?

Oh, God. Oh, fuck, I can't see shit.

[coughing] Where you at?

DUMMY: Help! Help me! - I got you, Little Kev!

DUMMY: Oh, hell no!

- Aah!

- Help! - It's fucking hot!

- [exhales] Whoa.

- You damn right. It is authentic.

- He doesn't even know he's being filmed. - Exactly.

I have been chasing for this cinema verité style

of realistic hard action filmmaking for years.

It is my white whale, my unicorn.

All I needed was an actor who was fragile,

vulnerable, afraid of being forgotten.

[sighs]

Afraid of being forgotten.

Thank you, Kevin.

You're a gift. Thank you.

Thank you.

[suspenseful music playing]

Any questions, uh, for tomorrow's scenes?

- Oh, no, uh...

Whoa, I'm so... je suis fatigué! [chuckles]

I should get back to the set, so... bonsoir.

- Bonsoir. - J'aime beaucoup.

- Merci.

Again.

- Hey, can I... can I ask you a question?

- Yeah.

- So, you... you remember earlier today

when we were shooting the scene on green screen?

Like, like, right before the wires snapped?

You kind of seemed like you was...

like you were really into it.

- It's called acting.

- Yeah, you were acting like you wanted to kiss me.

- Yes.

- Got it, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

- Fuck. Stealing my shit.

Hollywood bitch.

[intense music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

- You got anything?

- No. You?

- He's got a drawer full of old headshots.

- Oh.

- "Coach Ron, you are the bright light

in the darkest parts of my soul."

The fuck does that mean?

- We should get out of here soon.

- No, we shouldn't. I know there's some stuff in here

that he don't want us to see. Just got to look for it.

Probably got one of them, like, secret compartments somewhere.

Got it. [grunts]

Bingo.

- Holy shit.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Here. I got another lock for you to pick.

- What do you think's in there? - I don't know.

Some shit that he don't want nobody to find.

- [Jordan sighs]

[door sliding open]

- Shit.

[dramatic music playing]

- [muttering]

I'll get your ass.

♪

Oh.

Isn't this interesting?

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, I know that you're both pretending to be asleep.

And that's fine. It's probably the best

acting that either of you will ever do

in your entire lives.

Especially you, Agent Hart.

But if I find out that either of you

left this bunk without my permission,

you'll regret the day you ever stepped into

Ron Wilcox's Action Star School.

[bucket hits wall]

If you weren't fake sleeping, you would have woken up.

- Holy shit. That was too close.

- You're telling me?

[dramatic music playing]

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