Woody’s face shifted. The comedy fell away. Something real flickered behind his eyes—paternal concern, maybe, or just the unnerving feeling of looking into a mirror that showed only what you were afraid of becoming.
Woody leaned back, ran a hand over his mouth, and said, “Jesus Christ. That’s the guy.”
And everyone on set—the crew, the director, even Woody—felt it.
He nodded, stood up, and walked out without another word.
They finished the scene.