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The crew, the studio, the subway station bathroom.

"I had the marijuana in a tote bag and I had to pee, so I told her I was going to the bathroom, and when I walked into the bathroom guess who was there? Four LA police officers and a German shepherd, and I

When we walked in, they stopped chatting and looked straight at me... Duca, you know, you just have to look straight at Tim, the way a policeman looks at a criminal, that's...

..”

"Review!"

Tim Roth said.

"That's right, it's scrutiny. Do you understand what scrutiny means? Hey, Duca, don't look in the mirror at this time, okay? Although it's not ugly in a police uniform, we are talking about a script, so you should be more serious."

"I'm serious, and I understand what you mean. You don't need to keep reminding me."

Duka raised the brim of his hat and said.

At this time, he was wearing a khaki police uniform and a large police cap on his head. With his handsome and upright appearance, strong and straight figure, and cold and serious temperament, he looked more like a police officer on the street. Use him to go there.

There's nothing wrong with being a promotional model for Los Angeles police uniforms.

"Then what do you mean by scrutiny? How to perform it?"

Quentin took the director's book and patted his arm.

Duka turned around and looked at him quietly, his black eyes shining slightly, man, why don't you look like a good person.

Quentin was stunned and wiped his nose unconsciously.

"Okay, we'll do it like this in a while."

"Every team is ready, let's start shooting."

Quentin shouted to the dozens of cast and crew members present and returned to the director's area to sit down.

“Scene 124, 1 shot, 1 shot, let’s begin!”

The filming started, and Mr. Orange, played by Tim Roth, walked into the bathroom carrying a handbag.

The policeman played by Duca was leaning on the sink and chatting with three other extras playing policemen. He was talking about the policeman who almost shot him while on duty.

"Anyway, I pulled out my gun, pointed it at the guy and told him, don't move, don't fucking move, and the little idiot looked at me and said, I know, I know, but his right hand was still reaching for the glove box, and I was like

Yelling at him, bastard, if you don't stop I will kill you..."

Woof woof woof~

The shepherd dog squatting in the open space in the middle stuck out his tongue and barked several times at Mr. Orange who came in from the outside.

Duca raised his head and looked directly at Tim Roth, like the way he used to look at criminals when performing tasks, sharp, cold, and profound.

Tim Roth was stared at motionless by him, and the atmosphere at the scene became tense, serious, and somewhat depressing.

After four or five seconds, Tim Roth took a step forward and walked to the urinal to pee.

Quentin breathed a sigh of relief on the sidelines. Tim Roth handled this scene well, and Duca's performance was also surprising.

Actors in the circle are generally divided into three levels. Lower-level actors can pose appropriately according to the director's requirements and give the expressions required by the characters. Medium-level actors can show the emotions and emotions of the characters through expressions and body movements during performances, making the performance more enjoyable.

More infectious.

Excellent actors can not only convey emotions appropriately, but also show the character's momentum and aura through facial expressions and language, creating an atmosphere that fits the plot, such as desolation, loneliness, fear, sadness, joy, etc.

And Duca, a new actor who knew nothing, actually resonated with Tim Roth's performance when he was acting for the first time, creating a confrontation between traffickers and policemen, making the whole scene tense and uneasy.

This is very rare.

Quentin touched his chin. Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to give guidance on Duca's performance and use his professional knowledge to crush him, but the current situation made it impossible for him to give guidance.

"cut!"

After filming a long shot, Quentin called a pause. He walked up to Duca, sighed softly, and shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Duka said doubtfully.

"Alas~"

Director Quentin shook his head.

"Director Quentin, if you have any questions, just say it directly. Don't sigh all the time."

"If there is any problem, you know it yourself. Think about it carefully. I hope you can perform better in the next game."

After saying that, Quentin waved his hand and returned to the director's area.

Duka was puzzled. He thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure out what his problem was. When it came time to shoot the next scene, he decided to follow his own ideas first and wait until problems arose.

"cut!"

"Duka, you tilt your head a beat faster, then slower. Don't snap and shake your head like a rattlesnake. That's ugly and ugly. You need to be more casual."

Quentin criticized excitedly.

"Okay, I get it."

Filming continued, with Duca and the actor playing the policeman continuing to chat.

"Finally, the guy suddenly took out his hand and put it on the dashboard. Do you know what he was holding? It was a damn driver's license. The idiot didn't know. He almost died, just a little bit."

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While chatting, Mr. Orange finished urinating and came to the sink to wash his hands.

Duka and others stopped chatting and turned their heads to stare at him.

Mr. Orange put the handbag containing marijuana on the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his hands carefully and repeatedly, and finally went to the heater to dry his hands.

Duka stared at him for a few times, then turned back to continue chatting, and the tense atmosphere slowly subsided.

"cut!"

"This one passed."

Director Quentin shouted.

"So fast? Just two?"

"Otherwise, aren't you wearing enough police uniform?"

Quentin chuckled.

"No, I just think filming is quite easy."

"It's just bullshit. For this scene, we spent three days selecting the set, and one day setting up the props and camera positions. Tim rehearsed here for most of the day in advance, and you don't have to move around. You just stare and do nothing.

, of course I think it’s simple.”

Quentin said dissatisfied.

Duca looked at him and shook his head, "Quentin, you must have been a woman in your last life."

"What?"

"You are long-winded, nagging, stingy, like to complain, and you also like Mr. Fan. What are you if not a woman?"

"Fakeyu! You are the woman."

Quentin flashed his middle finger.

Duca smiled, took off his police uniform in the locker room, handed it to the costume team, and put on a loose shirt and casual trousers.

When we came out, Monica Bellucci came. This girl had long, fluffy black hair. She was wearing a striped shirt, straight pants, white breasts, a slender waist and plump hips, and a figure that was so good.

And she raised her chin slightly, revealing a proud and cool temperament, which made her even more beautiful.

When she appeared, the men on the set couldn't control their flexible necks, turning around and taking peeks.

Duka smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful. When he first met her, he should have taken the right step and dealt with her like Sharon Stone, instead of talking about gentlemanly manners and boiling frogs in warm water.

This is time-consuming, labor-intensive and inefficient. Especially for a confident, independent and self-reliant girl like Monica, it is even more difficult to operate.

If you want to blame, blame yourself for being too greedy.

"Monica, let's go out and chat, you are here and these guys are not interested in working."

Duka stepped forward and said.

"good!"

Monica smiled softly and followed him out.

Shhhhh~

The crew immediately booed.

"Stop shushing and keep shooting!"

Quentin waved his hand and continued busy in front of and behind the camera.

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