What can you do but confess, confess, confess? You leave me with deliberation.

You leave me struggling and wondering shoud I be proud of it? Aggrandized by it perhaps?

Just met with it.

I took their lives.

It was the least I could do.

“CUT!!!”

“Oh Jesus, what now?” Andrew thought. It couldn’t be anything on his end. He was word perfect and for this full wretched scene he was seated and he was sure his head hadn’t jumped frame. Probably a lighting issue. After 36 days straight shooting and any delays down to them he imagined that was the case.