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Henry strolled onto the film set at a relaxed pace only to find absolute chaos unfolding around him.
This wasn't the usual morning hustle he'd come to expect. Normally, at this early hour, crew members would be setting up shots, actors would be in makeup chairs, and costumers would be herding people into outfits for the day's scenes.
Makeup went in priority order: leads first, then supporting roles, and finally the background extras like him.
But right now?
No one was in makeup. No one was getting dressed.
Instead, nearly the entire crew was gathered around the main filming location, all talking over each other, shouting in frustration.
Henry spotted a few other extras, already on standby and clearly watching the drama unfold.
"What's going on?" he asked, walking up with a half-empty coffee in hand. "I thought today was a big action sequence?"
"It is," one of the guys replied, not taking his eyes off the argument ahead. "That's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"The stunt team just walked. Said the safety prep was garbage and they're not doing the scene."
Henry blinked. "Wait they can do that?"
Another extra clearly a veteran of the Hollywood grind gave him a sideways look. "You must be new."
"Well… I got here Christmas last year. So yeah, pretty new."
The guy who had been gearing up for a snarky remark hesitated, then shrugged. "Huh. Fair enough."
A third man older, with a bit of a teacherly vibe stepped in to explain. "Stunt performers usually have similar contracts to ours. Same base clauses, same union protections. But they've got one extra line that matters a lot in situations like this."
"Which is?" Henry asked.
"They have the right to refuse a stunt if they think safety protocols aren't sufficient. Full stop. No penalty, no questions."
"Seriously?" Henry said. "What, they couldn't write a more airtight contract? This is America, right? I've seen lawyers make poodles sign prenups more ironclad than that."
The older man chuckled. "It makes sense if you think about it. These people risk their lives for a paycheck. If the studio cuts corners to save money on safety and someone gets hurt, the lawsuit would be massive. And trust me, someone on the team will testify."
He went on. "Plus, you can't force someone to do a dangerous stunt if they're mentally not in it. That's a fast track to real accidents. You think anyone wants blood on their hands just to save a few bucks?"
Henry nodded. It added up.
After all, this was Hollywood where everything was fake, except the danger.
Sure, they wanted stunts to look real. But nobody was actually out here committing manslaughter for the sake of cinema. Not unless they wanted to trade Oscars for orange jumpsuits.
At least, that was the theory.
In practice, Henry had a sneaking suspicion that Hollywood had pulled off a few real horrors in the name of "movie magic." Just not enough to become the norm. Yet.
As Henry watched, the situation ahead reached a breaking point. The lead stunt double dressed in the same weathered denim jacket as the film's star whipped it off and flung it at the director's face before storming off set.
The set went quiet for a beat.
Then all hell broke loose.
The producer, a balding man in a cheap suit trying his best to look like someone important, turned beet-red and began shouting at the director.
"If this shoot's dead, we go back to the soundstage! I'm not signing off on another goddamn permit extension! You know how much it costs to shut down a city street?"
The director fuming turned and began unloading on both the producer and the stunt coordinator.
"I'm not compromising on this scene! This is the money shot, the climax of the entire damn movie! I don't want plastic dummies and CGI fireballs. I want real explosions and real people in the frame!"
"If you won't authorize another shoot day, then fine just let me film what I came here to film today! I don't care who steps in! I'm not filling my final cut with rubber mannequins and sparklers!"
Meanwhile, the stunt coordinator caught squarely between a furious director and a budget-strangled producer looked like he'd rather vanish into the concrete.
Most of his team were gear haulers and prop handlers not trained performers. The only guy he had who could actually do the big stunt had just peaced out in a blaze of denim and middle fingers.
Normally, this guy's crew specialized in disposable thug roles goons who took a punch, flipped over a railing, or got squibbed with fake blood to simulate a gunshot.
Occasionally, they'd rig a prosthetic limb to explode or yank someone backward through a glass pane with a harness. But today's shoot?
Car crashes. Explosions. Pyro-heavy chaos.
This was the kind of job that, if pulled off correctly, could seriously raise their profile. A stunt team that delivered on a big set piece could start getting bigger and better gigs.
Hollywood didn't reward ambition. It rewarded proven experience. If you couldn't point to the last time you nailed a complex scene, no one cared what you said you could do.
They had a shot. A real shot.
And now it was falling apart.
The stunt coordinator's face turned blotchy with frustration. He'd worked hard to get the director to approve their plan collaborated with the effects guys, rehearsed every beat and now it was all going to hell because one guy bailed.
And it wasn't like he had stuntmen sitting around on-call, waiting to be summoned.
Most of his team were booked solid on other sets. Nobody was just lounging around at home, twiddling their thumbs and praying the phone would ring.
Then, out of desperation, he had an idea.
"What if…" the coordinator began, cautiously, "what if we just let the lead actor do the stunt himself? We could pitch it as 'All stunts performed by the actor himself' in the marketing."
Silence.
Then, instantly, he was swarmed metaphorically by verbal gunfire from the director and producer.
The suggestion was dead on arrival.
And so, the grizzled stunt coordinator, a guy who'd been in the game long enough to know better, shrank under the pressure looking like a beaten dog, shoulders hunched, trying not to flinch with every shouted word.
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