They finished a fourth take. Something stalls the fifth. Denis called my name in his French-Canadian accent: "My-Kill."
He came to me, voice confidential. The soft-spoken general.
"My-Kill, we are going to try something with the dialogue in this scene. It can be simpler. I do not want you to be mad at me."
I could never be mad at him.
Denis and the actors work through the scene privately. Paring it. Reordering. It takes hours but they have hours. Movies.
By mid-afternoon they landed on a version they like -- and it works -- the same scene, shorter, more muscular, though two lines will probably flip in the edit and they cut one data point they can grab in a single tomorrow when they realize it’s missing.
Now TV: While all this was happening, I was answering questions about American Gods episode 104, shooting six hours behind in Toronto. Showrunning at a distance. A particularly frantic text/email combo came from the assistant director on set: Someone forgot to get our approval on the layout of a wedding invitation magneted to the fridge in the background behind Emily Browning’s head and they can’t shoot her coverage until I pick one.