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Authors: Mina V. Esguerra
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sadly, she really just didn’t bother to learn much about what Jake did. It wasn’t fair to him.
“...so yes, they warned me about this,” Jake was saying. “They had me read for a few... anticipated time periods.”
“How far back will it go?”
“That I can’t tell you.”
“It was worth a shot, Jacob. May I call you Jacob? This was your first ever acting role, and you’ve been cast alongside Danny Wilde. How has he influenced your craft?”
“Until I met him I didn’t realize how much of a craft this could be. I had a beer with him the night before we started, and then the next morning he showed up as John Weeks. As John freaking Weeks. Accent, posture, gait...it was unnerving, because I showed up as myself. I’m still learning.”
That might sound disingenuous, from someone over a hundred people had come in to see, but Jake showed nothing but sincerity. He was also answering questions in a mildly flirtatious way, and Lindsay gave herself a minute to decide if it bothered her or not.
It didn’t.
This Film Theory teacher seemed like a genuine fan of the show, by the way.
...We’ve seen Charlie see four, eight, twelve hours in the future. Has a rule been established about the limits of his power?
...Is the cat supposed to mean anything?
...How much of an immersion in crime investigation did you have to do?
...Did you witness an actual exorcism?
...Will it ever be addressed how John and Charlie met? Everyone has their theories.
And then this:
“Will we be seeing Eve next season, in any way?”
Eve, obviously Jessica’s character. Lindsay inadvertently straightened up in her seat, wanting to hear every word of this response.
And when he answered, he looked at her. “No. Last season established how we saw her for the first time, so…no.”
They hadn’t talked about that yet.
The last time she saw him before his sudden New York appearance this week was when, in April last year, he called her, from Canada, really late. She wasn’t worried at first; she knew they’d be seeing each other some time that month, and assumed he was calling after a long night at work to make plans about coming to see her. What she heard instead was a drunken rant that became soft sobbing into the phone.
He happened to be with someone at the time, a co-star named Bud, and she managed to get him on the phone, gave him instructions to take Jake someplace safe, and stay with him until she got there. She managed to make it to Vancouver by early afternoon, and by evening had collected Jake from Bud’s house, apparently a few doors down from Jake’s own place near Kitsilano Beach.
By then he wasn’t that drunk, but he was out of it.
“Am I in New York?” he asked, later, half joking. “I don’t remember getting on a plane.”
In the hours that he spent not speaking to her while she was in his house, she made herself useful. Cleaned up, did dishes, folded laundry, checked on him sprawled on the bed to check if he was breathing.
It was a house . A nice one, she thought bitterly, wondering what kind of debauchery or domesticity was going on without her.
“Are you on drugs now?” she asked him, not even half joking.
“I’m not. You know me.”
She pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to check for needle marks, and didn’t see any. “Since I’m here, we should add another test to clear you for.”
“Fine. But you know I wouldn’t do drugs, Lindsay.”
“I can’t know anything for sure, Jake.”
He rolled over onto his stomach. “The apocalypse, Lindsay. I can’t protect you if I’m too busy stealing heroin from zombie junkies.”
An aspirin, a shower, and a full meal later he was better. He admitted to her that he was having trouble getting over his breakup, and she left it at that. When she left Vancouver two days later he was acting as if the meltdown never happened, and his tests came back clear.
Maybe it was best that Jessica not be back on the show.
During the last fifteen minutes of the
“...so yes, they warned me about this,” Jake was saying. “They had me read for a few... anticipated time periods.”
“How far back will it go?”
“That I can’t tell you.”
“It was worth a shot, Jacob. May I call you Jacob? This was your first ever acting role, and you’ve been cast alongside Danny Wilde. How has he influenced your craft?”
“Until I met him I didn’t realize how much of a craft this could be. I had a beer with him the night before we started, and then the next morning he showed up as John Weeks. As John freaking Weeks. Accent, posture, gait...it was unnerving, because I showed up as myself. I’m still learning.”
That might sound disingenuous, from someone over a hundred people had come in to see, but Jake showed nothing but sincerity. He was also answering questions in a mildly flirtatious way, and Lindsay gave herself a minute to decide if it bothered her or not.
It didn’t.
This Film Theory teacher seemed like a genuine fan of the show, by the way.
...We’ve seen Charlie see four, eight, twelve hours in the future. Has a rule been established about the limits of his power?
...Is the cat supposed to mean anything?
...How much of an immersion in crime investigation did you have to do?
...Did you witness an actual exorcism?
...Will it ever be addressed how John and Charlie met? Everyone has their theories.
And then this:
“Will we be seeing Eve next season, in any way?”
Eve, obviously Jessica’s character. Lindsay inadvertently straightened up in her seat, wanting to hear every word of this response.
And when he answered, he looked at her. “No. Last season established how we saw her for the first time, so…no.”
They hadn’t talked about that yet.
The last time she saw him before his sudden New York appearance this week was when, in April last year, he called her, from Canada, really late. She wasn’t worried at first; she knew they’d be seeing each other some time that month, and assumed he was calling after a long night at work to make plans about coming to see her. What she heard instead was a drunken rant that became soft sobbing into the phone.
He happened to be with someone at the time, a co-star named Bud, and she managed to get him on the phone, gave him instructions to take Jake someplace safe, and stay with him until she got there. She managed to make it to Vancouver by early afternoon, and by evening had collected Jake from Bud’s house, apparently a few doors down from Jake’s own place near Kitsilano Beach.
By then he wasn’t that drunk, but he was out of it.
“Am I in New York?” he asked, later, half joking. “I don’t remember getting on a plane.”
In the hours that he spent not speaking to her while she was in his house, she made herself useful. Cleaned up, did dishes, folded laundry, checked on him sprawled on the bed to check if he was breathing.
It was a house . A nice one, she thought bitterly, wondering what kind of debauchery or domesticity was going on without her.
“Are you on drugs now?” she asked him, not even half joking.
“I’m not. You know me.”
She pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to check for needle marks, and didn’t see any. “Since I’m here, we should add another test to clear you for.”
“Fine. But you know I wouldn’t do drugs, Lindsay.”
“I can’t know anything for sure, Jake.”
He rolled over onto his stomach. “The apocalypse, Lindsay. I can’t protect you if I’m too busy stealing heroin from zombie junkies.”
An aspirin, a shower, and a full meal later he was better. He admitted to her that he was having trouble getting over his breakup, and she left it at that. When she left Vancouver two days later he was acting as if the meltdown never happened, and his tests came back clear.
Maybe it was best that Jessica not be back on the show.
During the last fifteen minutes of the
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