Hugh looked up Monday morning when Lisa entered, script in hand, and sat in her chair near his. She looked up and saw him, and smiled brightly.
“Hi!”
“Good morning. Feeling better?” Hugh searched her face for traces of her uncertainty from a few days ago, but nothing remained. Lisa reached out and patted his knee.
“I really am. Thank te so much.”
“Hey guys, te ready to get started?” Greg walked up to them and gestured to the scene Hugh had in his hand. “We can probably get those pages down da lunch if we get moving.”
“Let’s go for it,” Lisa detto immediately, hopping out of her chair and leaving her script behind. Hugh and Greg both watched as she strode to the set dressed as Cuddy’s office. When she realized she was walking alone, she turned and saw them still standing there. “Coming, boys?”
“Where does she get all that energy?” Greg muttered to Hugh as they started over.
“I have no idea…”
Lisa settled herself in behind Cuddy’s scrivania, reception and rifled through the papers in front of her. “Where’s the coffee machine bill thing I’m supposed to have…” she started to ask, and Hugh started to come help her look, when she pulled it out from the bottom. “Prop department! Why does my coffee machine invoice say ‘Cookie Monster?’”
“Let me see that.” Hugh reached for it and Lisa yanked it out of reach.
“Look at this, and the rest of the page is Lorem Ipsum. Like it would have been that difficult to just fake a regular coffee machine bill—” Lisa trailed off as a new cast member walked da in the background. “Who’s that?”
“Don’t te know Michael?” Hugh asked, turning to see who she was talking about. “He plays Lucas, my Personal P.I. and the reason your Cookie Monster costs $2300.”
Lisa raised her eyebrows and watched as Michael settled himself down to watch the scene. “He’s cute.”
“He’s not your type,” Hugh detto immediately, grabbing the invoice out of her hand. Lisa scoffed.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean—Cuddy’s type. Sorry. I’m just...” He waved his hands dramatically and forced even più Cockney into his British accent. “'In Character.' Shall we?”
Lisa narrowed her eyes at him as he started back towards the door. “Ok…”
“Action!”
“Cancer, but not cancer. Doesn’t make any sense unless…” Hugh pulled an x-ray out of a folder. “Brain, but not brain. Occipital lobe’s normal. But her eyes suck. That lobe should be compensating. Since it’s not, that tells me that something’s in there that shouldn’t be in there. Brain, but not brain.”
“Why are te in my office?”
“To find the anamoly, I need to chop off the superiore, in alto of her head. Pretty sure I need your approval for that.”
“I’m… gonna trust your first instinct,” Lisa said, shooting him a sly smile as she reached for the fake bill.
“I’m not usually confused when te say things like that.”
“I’m ordering her cancer treatment to be continued.” She held up the invoice. “Why does it cost $2300 dollars to fix a cookie machine?” Hugh blinked at her. Lisa tilted her head, waiting for his line, then realized what she said. “Damnit!”
“Coffee, but not coffee?”
“Cookies are not coffee.”
“Do te need some biscotti, cookie to help your brain along a little?”
“It couldn’t hurt…”
“Cut!”
Lisa laughed and put the paper back down, but Hugh saw her sigh slightly as she did it. “Lisa?”
“Yeah.” She looked up.
“What was that?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she waved it off. “Can’t even get through a scene…”
Hugh put his hands on the scrivania, reception and leaned closer to her. “At least you didn’t fall over a coffee tavolo and nearly break the set, like some people around here.”
Lisa burst out laughing. “Ok, ok, are te guys ready to go, here, o what?”
“Yes ma’am,” Hugh shot back, twirling his cane as he walked back off the set to start again. Lisa watched him go, her eyes softening. Hugh always knew what to say…
“Hi!”
“Good morning. Feeling better?” Hugh searched her face for traces of her uncertainty from a few days ago, but nothing remained. Lisa reached out and patted his knee.
“I really am. Thank te so much.”
“Hey guys, te ready to get started?” Greg walked up to them and gestured to the scene Hugh had in his hand. “We can probably get those pages down da lunch if we get moving.”
“Let’s go for it,” Lisa detto immediately, hopping out of her chair and leaving her script behind. Hugh and Greg both watched as she strode to the set dressed as Cuddy’s office. When she realized she was walking alone, she turned and saw them still standing there. “Coming, boys?”
“Where does she get all that energy?” Greg muttered to Hugh as they started over.
“I have no idea…”
Lisa settled herself in behind Cuddy’s scrivania, reception and rifled through the papers in front of her. “Where’s the coffee machine bill thing I’m supposed to have…” she started to ask, and Hugh started to come help her look, when she pulled it out from the bottom. “Prop department! Why does my coffee machine invoice say ‘Cookie Monster?’”
“Let me see that.” Hugh reached for it and Lisa yanked it out of reach.
“Look at this, and the rest of the page is Lorem Ipsum. Like it would have been that difficult to just fake a regular coffee machine bill—” Lisa trailed off as a new cast member walked da in the background. “Who’s that?”
“Don’t te know Michael?” Hugh asked, turning to see who she was talking about. “He plays Lucas, my Personal P.I. and the reason your Cookie Monster costs $2300.”
Lisa raised her eyebrows and watched as Michael settled himself down to watch the scene. “He’s cute.”
“He’s not your type,” Hugh detto immediately, grabbing the invoice out of her hand. Lisa scoffed.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean—Cuddy’s type. Sorry. I’m just...” He waved his hands dramatically and forced even più Cockney into his British accent. “'In Character.' Shall we?”
Lisa narrowed her eyes at him as he started back towards the door. “Ok…”
“Action!”
“Cancer, but not cancer. Doesn’t make any sense unless…” Hugh pulled an x-ray out of a folder. “Brain, but not brain. Occipital lobe’s normal. But her eyes suck. That lobe should be compensating. Since it’s not, that tells me that something’s in there that shouldn’t be in there. Brain, but not brain.”
“Why are te in my office?”
“To find the anamoly, I need to chop off the superiore, in alto of her head. Pretty sure I need your approval for that.”
“I’m… gonna trust your first instinct,” Lisa said, shooting him a sly smile as she reached for the fake bill.
“I’m not usually confused when te say things like that.”
“I’m ordering her cancer treatment to be continued.” She held up the invoice. “Why does it cost $2300 dollars to fix a cookie machine?” Hugh blinked at her. Lisa tilted her head, waiting for his line, then realized what she said. “Damnit!”
“Coffee, but not coffee?”
“Cookies are not coffee.”
“Do te need some biscotti, cookie to help your brain along a little?”
“It couldn’t hurt…”
“Cut!”
Lisa laughed and put the paper back down, but Hugh saw her sigh slightly as she did it. “Lisa?”
“Yeah.” She looked up.
“What was that?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she waved it off. “Can’t even get through a scene…”
Hugh put his hands on the scrivania, reception and leaned closer to her. “At least you didn’t fall over a coffee tavolo and nearly break the set, like some people around here.”
Lisa burst out laughing. “Ok, ok, are te guys ready to go, here, o what?”
“Yes ma’am,” Hugh shot back, twirling his cane as he walked back off the set to start again. Lisa watched him go, her eyes softening. Hugh always knew what to say…