17-02-2020, 02:21 AM
Whatever Gets You through the Night Pt. 23
"Everywhere I go, there's someone in a trenchcoat staring at me.
When I'm not at home, I'm sure someone's rummaging through my trash.
Whatever could they want from me?
Is it just a part of a giant government conspiracy?
I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentargram-shaped rash."
-Barenaked Ladies, "Get In Line"
*
Tad Chase was playing one of the "Fallout" games in his trailer. He'd never had a trailer before, but now that he was one of the stars of a movie, they gave him one. Which had been fortunate, because he didn't like going off the lot after what had happened.
The door to his trailer opened and a large bald man checked the kill zones behind it before stepping inside. Tad stood and his eyes were immediately drawn to the large pistol holstered on his hip and the hand he kept on it.
"Tad Chase, I presume." Nigel Mander said to him politely, surveying the room while never taking his eyes off Tad completely. Tad confirmed it with a nod. "There's no cause for alarm. But you'll still want to sit down and keep your hands where I can see them."
Tad sat back down on the bed and did as he was told. After a more thorough check of the trailer, Mander called out.
"Clear, Countessness." He called to the outside; giving Tad a brief pat down.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione entered the trailer. She found a chair and sat across from Tad; Mander standing between them with his eye on the door. After the earlier incident, Ultimados were watching the trailer from outside, but he intended to be certain they'd be undisturbed.
"If you have cyanide, don't take it." She commanded. "Hello, Tad."
"Hi. Why would I..." Tad started to ask, confused.
"Forget about it." Helena commanded further. "I have questions and you're going to answer them truthfully." She lit a cigarette once she'd finished issuing commands. "Let's start with the first one: What's your real name, Tad Chase?"
"Theodore Robert Chase." He replied honestly. She looked at Mander. Looked like he hadn't made it up at all.
"OK, Tad." Helena replied with a drag. "Are you a Nazi?"
"I'm playing one in the movie, but I'm not."
She thought that was a reasonable answer.
"Tell me how you know Heinrich Dietz."
"From the news. He killed Eliot." He told her truthfully. "I saw the broadcast earlier."
"And you didn't know him before then?"
"No."
Whatever his role in all this, Chase wasn't aware of Dietz before today. She factored that into her line of thinking. She'd asked if he was a Nazi but she needed more detail and "Are you a racist?" would be open to personal interpretation.
"Do you think white people are superior to other races?"
"No." Tad answered right away.
"How do you know Werner Schell?"
"I'm... playing him in this movie." Tad replied. "Unless you're here to fire me."
"Haven't decided that yet, Tad. So," Helen took another drag. "This is your first role, isn't it?" She asked.
"I've done a couple of commercials." Tad answered. "But this is my first big part, yes. I never rated a trailer before."
"Ok. Back to Schell. You're not related to him? He's not your grandfather or great-grandfather?"
"No. My mom's dad passed five years ago; he was a farmer. My dad's dad died in the War."
Helena thought on that.
"Tell me more about him." She said. "Your father's dad."
"That's all I know." Tad answered. "Dad doesn't like to talk about him. 'He died in the War' is the most he'll say. He might've beat him and grandma. She died before I was born."
"'Doesn't like to talk about him;' present tense. So, Dad's still alive?"
"Yeah. They live in Wichita."
"Mom too? Do you talk to them?"
"Yeah."
"Don't tell them we talked. Or anyone else." Helena commanded. "Now, I'd like to know about the incident on day two of shooting. What happened?"
"Dave's kid fell off the slide at college and he needed a ride down the hill. My scenes were done for the day and I'd changed and was leaving so I offered to take him. I'd gotten some really bad looks in costume the day before, so I told him he should change, too; but he said there wasn't time. Some people came out of the college and stopped him as he was going in. Some old people came and crowded me in the car. I thought they were going to pull me out and beat me before the security officer showed up. I've only left the lot for filming since."
"Everywhere I go, there's someone in a trenchcoat staring at me.
When I'm not at home, I'm sure someone's rummaging through my trash.
Whatever could they want from me?
Is it just a part of a giant government conspiracy?
I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentargram-shaped rash."
-Barenaked Ladies, "Get In Line"
*
Tad Chase was playing one of the "Fallout" games in his trailer. He'd never had a trailer before, but now that he was one of the stars of a movie, they gave him one. Which had been fortunate, because he didn't like going off the lot after what had happened.
The door to his trailer opened and a large bald man checked the kill zones behind it before stepping inside. Tad stood and his eyes were immediately drawn to the large pistol holstered on his hip and the hand he kept on it.
"Tad Chase, I presume." Nigel Mander said to him politely, surveying the room while never taking his eyes off Tad completely. Tad confirmed it with a nod. "There's no cause for alarm. But you'll still want to sit down and keep your hands where I can see them."
Tad sat back down on the bed and did as he was told. After a more thorough check of the trailer, Mander called out.
"Clear, Countessness." He called to the outside; giving Tad a brief pat down.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione entered the trailer. She found a chair and sat across from Tad; Mander standing between them with his eye on the door. After the earlier incident, Ultimados were watching the trailer from outside, but he intended to be certain they'd be undisturbed.
"If you have cyanide, don't take it." She commanded. "Hello, Tad."
"Hi. Why would I..." Tad started to ask, confused.
"Forget about it." Helena commanded further. "I have questions and you're going to answer them truthfully." She lit a cigarette once she'd finished issuing commands. "Let's start with the first one: What's your real name, Tad Chase?"
"Theodore Robert Chase." He replied honestly. She looked at Mander. Looked like he hadn't made it up at all.
"OK, Tad." Helena replied with a drag. "Are you a Nazi?"
"I'm playing one in the movie, but I'm not."
She thought that was a reasonable answer.
"Tell me how you know Heinrich Dietz."
"From the news. He killed Eliot." He told her truthfully. "I saw the broadcast earlier."
"And you didn't know him before then?"
"No."
Whatever his role in all this, Chase wasn't aware of Dietz before today. She factored that into her line of thinking. She'd asked if he was a Nazi but she needed more detail and "Are you a racist?" would be open to personal interpretation.
"Do you think white people are superior to other races?"
"No." Tad answered right away.
"How do you know Werner Schell?"
"I'm... playing him in this movie." Tad replied. "Unless you're here to fire me."
"Haven't decided that yet, Tad. So," Helen took another drag. "This is your first role, isn't it?" She asked.
"I've done a couple of commercials." Tad answered. "But this is my first big part, yes. I never rated a trailer before."
"Ok. Back to Schell. You're not related to him? He's not your grandfather or great-grandfather?"
"No. My mom's dad passed five years ago; he was a farmer. My dad's dad died in the War."
Helena thought on that.
"Tell me more about him." She said. "Your father's dad."
"That's all I know." Tad answered. "Dad doesn't like to talk about him. 'He died in the War' is the most he'll say. He might've beat him and grandma. She died before I was born."
"'Doesn't like to talk about him;' present tense. So, Dad's still alive?"
"Yeah. They live in Wichita."
"Mom too? Do you talk to them?"
"Yeah."
"Don't tell them we talked. Or anyone else." Helena commanded. "Now, I'd like to know about the incident on day two of shooting. What happened?"
"Dave's kid fell off the slide at college and he needed a ride down the hill. My scenes were done for the day and I'd changed and was leaving so I offered to take him. I'd gotten some really bad looks in costume the day before, so I told him he should change, too; but he said there wasn't time. Some people came out of the college and stopped him as he was going in. Some old people came and crowded me in the car. I thought they were going to pull me out and beat me before the security officer showed up. I've only left the lot for filming since."
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