"Oh my, that's a good shot," said Director Harrison. "Can we request the footage? Will they allow it?"
The first AC nodded his head.
"It will take some convincing. They won't be happy about what we are doing here."
Gathered around them was the entire crew of Long Live the Quinn, as well as Hyerin and Min-Ha.
Their collective attention was fixated on the smart TV set outside the production's RV.
A news channel was on, broadcasting a car chase.
The speeding blue Toyota Supra, being hounded by a fleet of more than a dozen cars, was worsening Hyerin's anxiety attacks.
As if that wasn't enough, the diabolical driver who also happened to be her friend was proudly giving the middle finger to the authorities.
'Keep your hands on the wheel!' she screamed inside, squeezing Min-Ha's hand.
"I think you shouldn't watch this," Min-Ha said. "Go, eat something."
"No, it's fine. I've lost my appetite."
There was a slight commotion as the crowd stirred.
"That's a dead end."
"He's done."
