Theorod's overtly confused look made Natl even more irritable. "Don't tell me, you forgot about yesterday noon. He stared into Theolod's eyes, trying to find a flaw in his confused eyes, but he failed.

“…… Wait, you really don't know?" Nattel suddenly remembered something, he took a step back unexpectedly, let go of Theorod, slapped his palm on his forehead, turned around, seemed embarrassed and ashamed of his impulsive behavior just now, and seemed to just don't want Theorod to see his abnormality, "Okay,*, I'm just saying...... Damn, you said you absolutely couldn't ...... Doing anything out of the ordinary during the shoot, such as getting drunk and being late...... I thought you were dedicated......"

"Oh...... Yes, that's right, I thought I was ......" Theorod punched his forehead with a bit of a headache, he didn't expect Natle to take his dereliction of duty so seriously, and now he disappointed his best friend, which made Theorod's heart more or less fluctuate, he looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and finally said to Natle, "Listen, Nat, I promise that this will never happen in the future, now I have to go to the set, we'll talk again tonight, ok?"

Natel turned his back to him and didn't say a word, just waved his hand.

"Well, please feel free, just think it's in your own house, and you still have some drinks in the fridge, just stay here and don't run around, okay? Theorod was like a child at home, and after calming Nattle, he hurried to the set.

Because of the late episode of Theorod and Norton, which greatly compressed the time for shooting in the morning, Finch had to adjust the shooting sequence slightly, so the shot that was supposed to be shot in the last scene in the afternoon was mentioned by Finch in the morning to avoid delaying everyone's time to eat.

This scene, I don't know if Finch intentionally or unintentionally, happens to be the scene where Taylor and Jack make zuò soap together in the room. Seeing the mark on the clapperboard, Theorod and Norton glanced at each other, and then they heard Finch's meaningful voice coming from behind them: "Now, let's see how Theo and Edward make zuò soap." ”

It seems that Finch doesn't want this matter to pass at all, Theolod sighed secretly, he didn't expect this guy to hold a grudge.

In the original plan, Theorod and Norton only had to pretend to fiddle with the tools, and then ask the props team to change the materials that had been made a long time ago, and then pretend again, and finally after post-editing, the scene where Taylor taught Jack to make zuò soap passed like this.

Now, however, Finch has the two of them demonstrate it live, without any ready-made props. And the reason he gave was - "Since you both made two bags of soap, why don't you make it again on the spot? What? Worried that the materials are not complete? It's okay, the props team is omnipotent, what do you want?" But please be professional, we're making a movie, and I don't want professional soap makers to watch the movie and start picking on it. ”

In this regard, Norton could only pat Theolod on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you, buddy, after all, Jack doesn't know anything about making zuò soap, and he needs Taylor to teach him by hand."

Hey, I think Theolod thought Norton was a very friendly and good guy to get along with, and sure enough, no matter who he was, after getting acquainted, he would show another unknown side in front of his friends.

“…… 3,2,1……！”

As soon as the words fell, Theorod's eyes changed, he half-sat on the kitchen counter, lowered his eyes indifferently, slowly lit a cigarette, and his unrestrained hair slowly slipped down with the action of his head down and lit a cigarette, with a hint of decadence and depravity.

"I don't want to be like a university professor and analyze the chemistry of oil and sodium hydroxide heated and boiled together to hydrolyze into sodium and glycerin, and I don't want to list a long list of chemical equations related to sodium stearate, these are irrelevant, the key is hands-on. ”

"Okay, I'm ready. Jack said, with a hint of freshness on his face to make zuò soap.

Taylor looked at the eagerness on his face and suddenly smiled meaninglessly. Instinctively, Norton, Theolod has his meaning for this smile at the moment, but he doesn't know how to cooperate with his partner who has already turned into Taylor, so he can only make himself his jack.

Taylor began to teach Jack how to remove impurities from the grease and react with sodium hydroxide. Finch has to admit that Theorod is indeed an incredible actor, and when he comes into the role, it's hard to have any doubts about him. For example, when making zuò soap, even if he is not skilled and standard, and even some steps are wrong, he can make everyone think that he is correct with his strong personal aura and mastery of the role.

Some people have gone through more than ten years or even decades of tempering, and they can't reach this kind of infectious performance height, but a child who has just entered the industry for three years can do this, which makes Fincher, as a director, have to sigh that some people are indeed born to act.

As the plot enters the final stages of processing, Taylor takes out the cooled beaker from the refrigerator with the tail of his cigarette in his mouth - in fact, this is also the plot that appears in the script, but then there are uncontrollable factors - he puts the beaker on the table and hooks his finger with his plastic gloved hand at Jack, who is stirring the beaker on the fire.

Jack looked at the beaker in front of him, and then at the milky white object that had solidified in the beaker on the table, and in confusion let go of the glass stirrer, and came to the opposite side of Taylor, and cast an inquiring look at the man who had already lit the second cigarette, but the other party ignored him at all.

Taylor lit his cigarette as he returned to where Jack had been, his position always hovering in the backlight of the light.

"Extract the layer on the surface. Taylor said with his back to Jack, and picked up the stir stick nonchalantly, his voice as lazy as ever, even nasal as if he were about to fall asleep.

“…… Is this soap?" Jack looked at the beaker as he layered the viscous liquid, and began to slowly extract the top layer and place it into another beaker. The upper layer of liquid is much less than the lower layer, and the color is also yellowish, Norton knows what it is, not only because he only made soap yesterday, but also because the script also gave an explanation that this is glycerin, and the lower layer is what is needed to make zuò soap, and he is saying this now is nothing more than cooperating with Theorod.

"It's not. Taylor gave a succinct no-yes answer, he turned off the fire, set aside the beaker that had not been stirred evenly, turned around, propped himself on the table with one hand, picked up the cigarette in the other, and finally spat out a long string of cigarettes, then pointed to what Jack had extracted, and the strange smile that flashed before appeared on his face, "Add nitric acid to it." ”

The crew members who retreated to the side were all stunned when they heard this, and they moved their eyes to the small bottle decoration on the table. If they're not mistaken, what's in there...... It's nitric acid, right? This kid is crazy, what does he want to do with nitric acid and glycerin?!

“…… Nitric acid?" Even Norton, who had been cooperating with Theorod, chuckled involuntarily in his heart, and now he finally understood what the strange smile on Theorod's face meant. He can remember clearly, □□ is the ingredient of making a bomb, and the thermal stability is extremely bad, if you don't pay attention to the good temperature, it is very likely to explode!

“cut！”

Finch immediately paused the shooting, he stepped forward to take the beaker containing glycerin, away from Theorod's line of sight, and then placed a small bottle of nitric acid on the table as a decoration in front of Theorod with a "bang", "You know that the beaker just now is real glycerin, and this bottle is real nitric acid, right?"

"Yes. Theolod looked at the bottle of nitric acid, wondering what he was thinking, and took a silent puff on his cigarette - strangely enough, he would never touch such a thing as nicotine unless he was filming, and then he nodded and whispered, and his accent was like that of a Texan trying to hide his identity, but he couldn't change that tone.

"Do you know □□?"

"Yes. ”

“……”

I know you still want to add nitric acid to glycerin, do you want to blow up this set?!Finch almost scolded, but he also thought that the ignorant bear kid definitely had nothing to do with Theorod, his mature and rational mind was completely inconsistent with his appearance and age, and this was the key - he couldn't do such a thing.

So after a moment of silence, Finch slowed down his tone and said in a consultative tone, "What do you think?"

"By the way, having Jack make a bomb with his own hands is quite in line with Taylor's style. Theolod's voice finally returned to normal, he extinguished his cigarette and looked at Finch, "Jack created Taylor, Jack has always wanted to be someone like Taylor, and Taylor has been helping him in this way. ”

"But you can't just start making bombs. Finch knew Theorod was right, but he still frowned.

"Well, at this point, because I know that when I say that, you're going to pause shooting. Theolod looked at Finch calmly.

Finch was successfully choked by his innocent appearance, and he didn't know what to say to his innocent face for a long time, and in the end, he had to ask the prop team to re-prepare the props.

Taylor wants to make a bomb? Okay, let him do it, can the director get it?

"I think if you do this a few more times, David will have to be tortured to death by you. Norton looked at Finch's back as he honestly ran to discuss with the props team, and sighed with great pain and sympathy.

Theolod shrugged his shoulders and said he was innocent.

The bomb that Jack made under Taylor's teaching was replaced by props by the props team, and the bomb props that would have been used in future shots were now used in advance, Jack looked at the pile of things that didn't look like soap at all, and frowned suspiciously: "This doesn't look like soap at all." ”

"Yep, because you're not making soap, man, it's a bomb, congratulations on your extra craft. Taylor took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke slowly rose as he spoke, spreading in the dim light of the light.

“…… What?!"

Jack stared at the black mass in a daze, and before he could react, Taylor slipped his cigarette in his mouth, threw all the bomb materials into the trash, and clapped his hands.

"Wait!What are you doing?!" Seeing Taylor throw the bomb into the trash can like this, Jack didn't care to think about why the other party wanted him to make the bomb, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed Taylor's arm. It's a bomb, it's a bomb! It's not some empty bottle of garbage, how can it just be thrown into the trash?!

"Throw out the trash, it's as simple as that, don't forget that our main business is to make soap, this thing is useless, or do you want to do something with it?" Compared to Jack's panic, Taylor looked extremely calm, he even thought that Jack needed it, so he bent down and prepared to pick it up, Jack saw it and quickly stopped him.

"No, no, hell, I mean, it's a bomb, Taylor! you can't just throw it away, it's going to happen!"

"Then where do we detonate it?"

"What? No, I mean...... You can't at least ......"

Seeing that Jack didn't know how to explain to himself for a long time, Taylor once again showed that strange smile that didn't know whether it was ridicule or mockery, and even there was a hint of seductiveness in his voice: "Where do you think, detonate?"

“…… Ver...... "Jack almost dodged Taylor's arm and turned away from the idea of whether or not he should throw bombs at random.

Thankfully, it's just a prop...... The onlookers silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva in their hearts, but luckily, Finch had changed into props, and if he couldn't think of it, he would have prepared a real knife and a real gun...... Bombs are not garbage, you can't just throw them around, okay!

Jack's look fell into Taylor's eyes, as if he was showing him something. He raised an eyebrow, took the cigarette from his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, got up and walked over to Jack, handed him the cigarette, and then, under Jack's suspicious gaze, walked around to the other side of the table, pointing to what was left of the beaker after the glycerin had been separated.

"That's the soap we need, and once it's made, you're learning the second craft you have today. ”

"Oh, Taylor......" Jack took a drag on Taylor's cigarette, and there was a hint of scolding in his tone.

"Do you think that's ridiculous?"

"Uh, what?"

"Learn the craft. ”

“…… I don't know ......."

"Yes, it's ridiculous indeed. Taylor said, putting on the clear goggles, "Think about how much we've learned to be part of the world? We've learned to communicate with people so we can get people's affection, we've learned how to dress up so we can get people's attention, we've learned all kinds of professional knowledge so that we can get a job and make a good living...... Why the hell do you want to learn so many things? Because you want to live, because you are afraid of death, so you are willing to be enslaved by this material world, but unfortunately we have learned so much, but we have not been able to gain the favor of our father. ”

Jack lowered his eyes: "They'hes, here's why." ”

But Taylor, who provoked the topic, didn't want to continue the topic, he suddenly stood up straight, looked at Jack, who was silently smoking, and asked abruptly: "Do you know why the ancient Romans knew to wash clothes downstream of the river?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Give me your hand, please?" Taylor bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and made an exaggerated gesture inviting dance.

Jack was a little puzzled by him, but he slowly stretched out his hand. Taylor took his right hand and looked at it as if to observe some work of art, and said, "Because they would sacrifice to the gods on the mountain, sometimes for domestic animals, sometimes for their own kind." The burning made them think they could get the wind and the weather, and the bones, which were washed by the river and the alkali and the biological fat, combined to produce soap, so that it was the bones of their own kind that washed their clothes. You've got a very nice hand, bytheway. ”

"Thanks?" said Jack, trying to pull his right hand back from Taylor's hand, but his wrist was already firmly clasped by the other man. "Taylor?"

Taylor raised his head slightly in Jack's call, his lone wolf-like eyes, with a hint of frivolity and mockery, made Jack stiff, and could only look at each other in a daze, sticking out his tongue, slowly, as if licking the blade of the knife, licking his lips.

Then he bowed his head, and with a hint of reverence, kissed the back of Jack's hand deeply, as if he were kissing his sleeping princess.

His action almost made everyone on the lookers miss a beat in their hearts. Although this action in the script is simply to moisten the lips, it ...... Why did Theolod make it...... But with a strange ...... Sexual tension?