"Cut."
The set fell into a strange silence.
Owen let go of the hug and slowly stepped away from Bryan. He was still breathing through his mouth, pulling in uneven breaths through his nose. His eyes were red, his gaze still a little blurred from the tears.
Bryan, who until that moment had still been completely inside the character, gradually came back to himself. He looked at Owen with mild concern.
"Are you okay?"
Owen blinked several times before answering.
"Yeah… thanks to the fact it wasn't my fault."
The set went quiet for a second as everyone processed the comment, then laughter erupted.
No one could believe the transition. A moment earlier he had been crying with brutal intensity. The next second he dropped a dry joke as if nothing had happened.
"This guy is hopeless," Emma murmured, wiping a tear while smiling.
"The miracle switch," Caleb commented.
Owen always told them that before certain scenes, he would say he was flipping the switch. It wasn't anything literal, of course.
It was simply an easy way to describe what he did internally.
He would focus for a few seconds, enter the emotional state he needed for the character, and once the scene ended, he would switch it off and return to normal.
For many actors, that kind of transition wasn't so quick. It took them time to come out of a heavy scene. But Owen seemed able to do it almost immediately, as if that switch he talked about really existed.
Jacob let out another small laugh, "I'd like to have that method."
Derek walked toward the center of the set built for the scene, still processing what he had just seen.
"Excellent, excellent work," he finally said.
He was looking especially at Owen. The performance had gone several levels higher compared to the previous two takes. It hadn't just been a nuance.
It had been something else.
The way he broke down, the completely uncontrolled crying, and then that improvised line.
Bryan, of course, had been impeccable as well, holding every moment without breaking the tone.
For Derek, there was no doubt.
That third take was the one.
"Thanks," Owen and Bryan said almost at the same time.
A production assistant quickly approached with a tissue and a bottle of cold water. Owen accepted them with a grateful nod. He needed both. His face was still damp, and his throat felt a little dry.
Derek crossed his arms, "Improvisation, huh? I didn't expect that line."
Bryan nodded, "Neither did I."
In scenes that emotionally heavy, and with the script already so carefully worked out, improvising was rare. And when it happened, it often broke the rhythm.
But not this time.
This time it had elevated the scene.
"Neither did I," Owen said in the same tone as them.
Bryan and Derek looked at him oddly again.
Owen immediately raised his hands, "I mean… I didn't plan it. It just came out," he explained.
When he had prepared himself minutes before the scene started, he hadn't decided to add any extra dialogue. It wasn't something prepared. That's why, when the line appeared, it had been completely natural improvisation.
"Yeah, it showed," Derek said, nodding slightly.
If it had been premeditated, it might have sounded forced. But because it came out instinctively, it fit perfectly.
Derek then glanced at the time at his watch. He turned around and raised his voice slightly so the entire set could hear him.
"All right, everyone! One hour break. Then we come back for the final stretch and wrap for today."
The crew responded with murmurs of approval. There wasn't much left. Just about another hour of filming with a few minor shots.
The day was practically done.
The break was long enough to eat and have a little free time.
After having lunch with the rest of the crew, Owen excused himself, saying he needed to answer a few messages. He got up from the table and began walking through the studio they had rented to build the interior sets. The place was large, with wide hallways, wooden structures, cables, and lighting panels visible in some areas.
He walked toward a quieter part of the building, away from the crew's activity, and sat down on the bottom step of a staircase he wasn't even sure where it led.
He had his phone in his hand. The screen faintly illuminated his face. He was looking at it, but in reality he wasn't paying attention.
The switch hadn't worked the way everyone thought when they saw his change of state during the scene.
Normally, when he talked about that switch, what he did was something more technical: understand the character, put himself in their place, activate the emotional state needed, and then step out of it afterward.
But this time had been different.
He had used real personal memories to generate genuine emotions. Much harder to control once the scene ended.
Owen was still staring at the unlocked screen without touching it when he heard footsteps approaching.
He looked up and saw who it was.
"Hey, Bryan," Owen greeted him.
"Hey, mind if I sit?" Bryan asked, pointing to the space beside him on the step, where there was still plenty of room.
Owen nodded, "Sure."
He locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
Bryan sat down next to him, looking forward. Then he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"You good?"
"Yeah, I was just answering some messages."
"Really? You don't look like it," Bryan said gently.
Owen looked at him for a moment and then let out a small sigh.
"What gave me away?"
Bryan shrugged slightly, "Not much. No one else noticed. But we've been working together for more than a month counting rehearsals too. That's a lot of hours a day. You start recognizing little things."
He paused briefly and added, "Besides, you said you came to answer messages. And when I got here you were looking at your phone, but it didn't seem like you were reading or typing anything."
Owen nodded slowly, "I see."
He took a second before continuing.
"I used memories where I actually felt guilty," he explained. "And some pretty recent ones. So I'm still recalibrating a bit."
Bryan nodded with understanding, "An effective method, but exhausting."
He didn't say it like it was something unfamiliar. More like someone who had been through it before.
Owen nodded in agreement.
They both stayed silent for a few seconds, staring ahead.
Until Owen spoke again.
"Do you want to know what I used to feel guilty?"
Bryan glanced at him, "If you want to tell it, I'm all ears."
Owen stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. There was nothing really confidential about what he was about to say. Just something personal.
"You know I had a girlfriend?"
"Yes," Bryan replied. "Sophie from Paperman and Paranormal Activity, right?"
Owen nodded, "We broke up in the first days of January this year."
"You or her?" Bryan asked.
"Me."
"Why?"
Owen looked down at the floor. His hands moved calmly, idly playing with his fingers as he thought about how to explain it.
"Everything was going well until New Year's. When I started focusing on the pre-production of Good Will Hunting, that brought some complaints from Sophie. Nothing serious. They weren't big fights. Just occasional comments that I wasn't dedicating enough time to the relationship."
He paused briefly and added, remembering it, "Before, it was different because we always worked together. Paperman, Lights Out, Paranormal Activity… we spent a lot of time on the same projects."
Owen explained that later things changed. Each of them had their own projects. And then came what triggered everything: New Year's Eve. They had a plan, but at the last moment she didn't want to do it that way. She wanted something different, while he preferred to keep the original plan. So she suggested taking a break.
Since Sophie had changed the plan, Owen decided to go to a party with his friends. After all, they were supposed to spend New Year's Eve with Sophie's friends.
And Owen didn't want to make his friends spend New Year's Eve just among themselves as if it were a normal weekend hangout.
Of course, he could have told Sophie that they would go where she was. Why not? Maybe they would have even fixed that break she had suggested that same day.
But Owen had pride.
She suggested a break out of nowhere and then he would show up where she was? No, thanks.
Maybe someone else would have done it, and the couple would still be alive.
But not him.
"In that break, one I didn't really have a choice in, I started thinking about ending the relationship when I realized there probably wasn't much future if our first response to a problem was to go that route," Owen concluded.
Bryan nodded slowly. "I see," he said, looking at him with a calm expression.
"But from the way you tell it, it sounds like you're pretty clear about your reasons for ending that relationship."
"Yes, but before New Year's maybe I could've done something to change certain things. There were a few warnings, and even so I didn't change much. Because in my head the time I was giving her was already enough. It was what my routine allowed," Owen said.
Bryan adopted a thoughtful expression, "You know? Situations like that are actually pretty common."
He shifted slightly on the step before continuing.
"When someone is in a really intense moment in their career, especially in an industry like this, it's easy for all their energy to go toward work."
He made a small gesture with his hand as he explained.
"Maintaining a relationship in that context isn't easy. There's always a bit of a push and pull. Both people have to give a little here and there for it to work."
Owen listened attentively.
"From what you're telling me, it doesn't sound like you're completely free of responsibility. It's not like Will's case," Bryan added with a smile, and Owen let out a small laugh.
It was true.
"There were warnings and you didn't change much, so some of that is there. But it's not entirely your fault either. You were in an important moment of your career. And in your case, even more so than for a normal actor. You don't just act. You also write, produce, finance, you're involved in everything."
He shook his head slightly, as if acknowledging how unusual that situation was.
He fell silent for a moment, as if searching for the right words, and finally continued.
"That requires an enormous amount of time and energy. And for a relationship to work alongside something like that, you need someone who understands that pace and supports it. But also someone who reminds you that the relationship needs its own space. Not just the time that's left over, or only the time from shared projects."
Owen stayed quiet, processing everything. Until he finally spoke.
"Thanks, Bryan."
"You're welcome," Bryan replied as he stood up. "We should head back. It's almost time."
"Yeah, let's go," Owen said, standing up as well.
They began walking side by side through the studio, heading back toward the set.
After a few steps, Owen looked at him with a small smile.
Bryan noticed and turned his head.
"What?"
"Nothing…" Owen said. "It's just that the therapist role seems to suit you a little too well. Have you been reading books or something?"
Bryan let out a soft laugh, "It's good to see you getting back to normal," he commented. "Humor helps a lot when processing certain things."
Owen nodded, "Yeah, although sometimes it's also a defense mechanism."
Bryan glanced at him with a faint smile, "Now you sound like the therapist."
Owen laughed, and the two of them kept walking until they returned to the set.
The last scenes of the day were filmed without major issues. After the intensity of the film's most iconic scene, the rest flowed much more naturally. They were simpler moments. Nothing especially heavy.
When the day ended, Owen returned to the hotel.
He had his call with Jenna earlier than usual. Then he spoke for a while with his mother and his sister.
And, as was almost becoming a tradition, that Saturday night the entire crew went out to dinner at a nearby restaurant.
It wasn't just about eating. Since the next day was Sunday and they had the day off, they could stay a little longer without worrying about the next day's shooting schedule.
The restaurant wasn't just any place. One of the producers Owen had hired had taken care of reserving a semi-private section.
They hadn't closed the restaurant for them, but they had reserved almost an entire section at the back.
There were nine long tables, each with capacity for ten people, leaving a few seats empty.
The atmosphere was completely different from the set. There was laughter, overlapping conversations, and people switching tables to go talk with colleagues.
At one of the central tables sat: Owen, Bryan, Ethan, Derek, Lianne, Emma, Patrick, Jacob, Gaten, and Caleb.
Owen, while taking a sip from his glass and waiting for his main course to arrive, observed the other tables.
The overall feeling didn't seem like a work dinner.
It felt more like an early celebration of the end of filming.
That kind of atmosphere that only appears when a team feels that something turned out well.
At that moment Emma, Caleb, Gaten and a few others had started talking about the "It's not your fault" scene.
"Man… it gave me chills," Caleb said, rubbing his arms. "And I'm not exactly a fan of dramas."
"Yeah," Gaten added as he set his glass down on the table, "when I read it in the script you could already tell it was a great scene. But seeing it in action was something else."
Patrick, the director of photography, nodded as he listened to the conversation and then, almost by instinct, glanced at Owen, who seemed focused on observing the other tables.
He still couldn't believe that this kid was the one who wrote the script, and not only that, but the one who had delivered a masterful performance that, once it came out, would surely be praised and completely change his status as an actor.
The conversation continued for a few moments as they commented on details of the scene. Bryan's work, the tone he had maintained, and the way he had held the moment together.
Until, inevitably, the topic shifted to the third take.
"Dude that crying was way too real," Caleb said, looking at Owen. "Much more than in the previous ones."
Emma pointed at him with a small accusing smile, "And you were telling me I had to teach you how to cry. Liar."
A few people laughed.
Jacob, leaning back against the chair, looked at Owen with genuine curiosity.
"Did you use some kind of method or something?" he asked.
If it was a technique he didn't know, it might help him with his own acting or for emotional scenes in the future.
Owen looked at them, but before he could answer, Gaten jumped in.
"Method acting?"
But the one who responded wasn't Owen.
It was Ethan.
"No. Not exactly method acting," he said calmly. "It's Stanislavski's emotional memory, right?"
Several looks turned toward him. Ethan wasn't someone who spoke much at the table, but when he did, everyone listened.
Then they looked back at Owen.
Owen nodded, "Yes. That's the one."
"Stanislavski? Emotional memory?" Caleb murmured, a bit confused.
Emma narrowed her eyes. She recognized the name, but couldn't quite place it.
Ethan continued explaining, "It's a specific technique where the actor uses real personal memories to generate authentic emotions in a scene. It's a tool, not a complete system like method acting."
Some people at the table nodded. Others from nearby tables were beginning to pay attention to the conversation as well.
Everyone knew about the famous method acting. Quite controversial in some cases.
"The Method uses emotional memory," Ethan added, "but it also includes a lot of other things. A very deep psychological analysis of the character, their history, traumas, motivations, and sometimes even living experiences similar to the character's."
He took a sip from his glass and then added, "And in some more extreme cases, staying in character for long periods. During rehearsals, breaks, even outside the set."
Several people made small gestures of recognition. That part was the most famous, and also the most debated, aspect of the Method.
"Hey, Jacob, you used the Method for a bit," Emma said with a slight smile.
Jacob looked at her, "When?" he asked, though he already suspected where this was going.
Emma raised an eyebrow, "When you were practicing the accent."
Several people at the table let out a small laugh.
"For a few days you were even using it in normal conversations," Emma replied. "For a moment I thought you were going to take it too far."
Then she added in a slightly exaggerated tone, "I imagined that one day you'd suddenly show up wearing a yellow hard hat saying you were quitting the shoot to go work on a real construction site in Boston."
The table burst into laughter.
Jacob shook his head, laughing as well, already used to that kind of joke.
"I was just practicing. I wouldn't go that extreme," he defended himself, though with a smile.
Owen had a thoughtful look.
'Method acting…' he thought. He had never tried it.
The reputation of that approach was mixed. Highly respected in some cases, but also heavily criticized, depending on how the actor used it.
When performers like Robert De Niro or Heath Ledger had used it, the results were admired. It was seen as extreme commitment to the character, professionalism, and a total pursuit of realism.
But criticism appeared when the method began affecting the crew.
Many directors and actors argued it could become selfish if it interfered with the shoot: actors who wouldn't break character between takes, uncomfortable behavior with co-stars, or exaggerated attitudes in order to "feel" the character.
Others were even more critical. Some actors with enormous technical skill, like Anthony Hopkins, had said more than once that the Method was nonsense, that acting should primarily be about technique and control.
And in general, directors and crews preferred something like what Owen did: solid technique, real emotions, and the ability to enter and exit a character quickly. Flip the switch, perform the scene, and then return to normal.
It was professional, it didn't make the set environment uncomfortable, and it allowed multiple takes without leaving the actor exhausted.
Even so, although the Stanislavski system was far more respected within the craft and considered a serious foundation of acting, Owen had always been intrigued by method acting.
He had never used it.
But the idea fascinated him.
The experience of living a character so intensely, of immersing himself in their mind, their habits, their way of speaking and moving until the line between actor and character became blurred.
He didn't know if it was really necessary. But he was curious about how it would feel.
'What film could I do to try that method?' he thought for a moment.
The idea had barely begun to fully form in his mind before the moment was interrupted.
The waiters began arriving at the table with the main dishes, placing them one by one in front of the different members of the team. The aroma of hot food mixed with the murmur of conversations resuming their rhythm.
Owen's thought was put on pause.
As they ate and the conversation continued with jokes and comments about the shoot, Jacob couldn't help but ask a question while looking at Owen.
"Do we know a release date yet? Or do you have an idea of when you'd like to release it?"
He knew he was being direct, but by that point he already had enough trust with Owen. Besides, it wasn't particularly confidential information, nor was he asking for a precise date.
And considering the speed at which Owen usually moved his projects, being the boss, the financier, and the one making the decisions, everything tended to move much faster than normal. This wasn't the typical case where a film finishes shooting and then spends a year or more in post-production, marketing, and distribution.
Here the process seemed to flow differently.
Besides, the film was already generating quite a bit of organic buzz: Owen's name, the director, the cast… even Jacob had noticed how every piece of news from the shoot was appearing in media outlets and on social media.
It was obvious that once it was finished, there would be no shortage of studios interested in distributing it in theaters.
And there were probably already interested parties.
Several looks turned toward Owen.
Owen, who at that moment was looking at his plate while calmly cutting his food, answered without raising his voice much.
"My idea is June or July. It's not locked in yet, but that's the tentative window for now."
Jacob nodded slowly.
'Four or five months,' he thought. It was definitely fast. Not so much because of post-production, if the team worked well, that time could be enough, but because normally the entire process surrounding a film tended to stretch much longer.
Emma then spoke up, resting her elbows on the table, "And will there be a festival premiere?"
Her tone carried genuine curiosity. The film clearly had the kind of profile that could do very well at festivals and had strong awards potential.
Everyone looked at Owen, waiting for an answer.
And he gave it.
"Yes. The plan is to premiere at the Cannes Film Festival. After that, theatrical release."
There was a second of silence.
Then the table exploded.
"What!?" Gaten and Caleb said in unison, staring at each other and putting their hands on their heads.
"Cannes? Seriously!?" Emma said in surprise, covering her mouth with one hand.
"I did not expect that," Jacob murmured, just as surprised as the others.
Patrick looked at Derek.
"You knew?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. I was going to tell you soon, but well… now you have the news," Derek replied with an amused smile, fully understanding their reactions.
It was Cannes, after all.
If you made a top five list of the most important film festivals in the world by prestige and influence in the industry, the ranking would be quite clear: Cannes, Venice, Berlin, Toronto, and Sundance.
In that order.
Cannes could easily be considered the most prestigious film festival in the world. Founded in 1946, it takes place every year in France and is far more than just a film event.
During those days, the French Riviera becomes the absolute center of the industry: world premieres, legendary directors, international stars, press from all over the planet, and a blend of auteur cinema and media spectacle that is difficult to match.
"Will we make it in time?" Emma asked, clearly excited.
She had always liked film festivals, more for the cinephile atmosphere and the chance to see auteur films than for the glamour or the red carpets.
Cannes always took place in mid-May.
This time Derek was the one who answered.
"The timing is tight. In March we're going to have to work hard in post-production to get a solid first cut. That's the key, and, of course, distribution," he said, looking at Owen.
Everyone understood what that meant.
A distributor didn't just handle the theatrical release. They also managed marketing, the festival circuit, and the negotiations required to position a film at major events.
Getting into Cannes wasn't easy.
There were two main paths.
The most difficult was submitting the film directly to the festival, like Owen had once done with Paranormal Activity in Palm Springs. Cannes received between two and four thousand films every year for evaluation. Only a small fraction ended up being selected.
The other path, much more viable if you had the right connections, was through a major distributor or agent. If a studio saw potential in a film, it could actively push for Cannes to consider it.
And at that table everyone knew about Owen's relationship with A24.
It wasn't just any relationship. A24 saw him almost as a natural collaborator, a very valuable creative asset. After all, Owen had given them the most profitable film in the studio's history, even surpassing Everything Everywhere All at Once.
So when Owen said Cannes, it didn't sound impossible.
It sounded like a real plan.
Dinner continued with comments, jokes, and overlapping conversations. When they finished eating, they stayed at the table for a while longer. No one was in much of a hurry to leave. They lingered while the waiters cleared the plates, and before long the drinks began arriving.
In practice, the shoot was already finished. There were two days left, yes, but they were simple scenes compared to all the demanding sequences they had already filmed. Combined with the news about Cannes, even if it wasn't officially confirmed yet, the atmosphere was clearly festive.
The tables were still full of laughter and conversation when Emma, already holding a glass and clearly energized by the mood, decided to propose a game.
"What kind of game?!" a boy at one of the tables asked.
"An acting game!" Emma replied enthusiastically.
The judges would be Derek, Patrick, and Lianne. And the rest of the audience.
The participants: Owen, Jacob, Gaten, Caleb, Bryan, Ethan, and Emma herself.
The idea was simple. The judges would propose famous scenes from movies that everyone knew. The teams would have to recreate or improvise them on the spot in front of the rest of the restaurant.
The teams would be divided into three groups: two teams of two people and one team of three.
Each round would have a winner. The team that performed the scene best would get the point, and the other two teams would have to pay the penalty.
A drink.
Just enough so that, as the night went on, the game would become increasingly chaotic.
The teams were formed randomly, but Owen got lucky: he ended up paired with Ethan, who had an extremely high acting level. Because of that they won several rounds in a row and, as a result, were the ones who had drunk the least alcohol.
The scene that impressed everyone the most was when they had to recreate the interrogation between Batman and the Joker from The Dark Knight.
Owen played the Joker, and Ethan played Batman.
They didn't remember every exact line of dialogue, but it didn't matter. The energy of the scene was there: Owen with a crooked smile, Ethan maintaining that hard presence and deep voice.
Luckily, Ethan skipped the scenes where Batman somehow hit the Joker.
When they finished, the judges didn't even take half a second.
They won that round without opposition.
Another team was formed by Jacob and Caleb. Their scene was very different.
The iconic scene from Titanic: I'm flying.
The scene where Jack embraces Rose from behind at the bow of the ship while she stretches out her arms over the ocean.
Yes, they were two guys.
But Owen had been the first to suggest it, Emma had immediately joined in, and after that there was no escape.
"I'll be Jack," Caleb said instantly.
"No way, I'm Jack," Jacob replied in a tone different from usual. Clearly the alcohol was starting to have an effect.
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
Gaten then walked over with his arms crossed, while the rest of the tables watched the scene with laughter and comments urging them on.
"Guys, practical advice," he said with complete seriousness. "Jacob has to be Jack."
"Why?" Caleb asked.
"Just imagine the scene. If the girl is over six-foot-three, the guy holding her from behind ends up looking like a hobbit next to her," Gaten explained.
There was a second of silence, and then the whole group burst into laughter. In the end the scene played out with Jacob as Jack, and it was hilarious.
At some point during the night, the game stopped really being a game.
The rounds, the rules, even the scorekeeping had been abandoned a while ago. The alcohol had already done its job, and the atmosphere had become far more noisy.
That's when Emma decided to change the rules.
"Now I'll act out scenes and you guys guess the movie," she announced, already quite energized.
No one protested.
In fact, everyone seemed pretty interested to see what she would do.
Emma started with a few easy scenes, exaggerating gestures and lines so the others could recognize them quickly. Several were solved with people shouting answers over each other.
Until one in particular came up.
Emma suddenly stood up in front of the table, raising her hands with exaggerated drama.
"Hey, hey, stop!" she exclaimed with completely over-the-top intensity.
Some people were already laughing before she even continued.
Emma pointed at Jacob as if she were stopping someone huge.
"Noah, stop!"
Jacob opened his mouth for a second. He already knew exactly which scene it was.
But Emma wasn't finished. She grabbed her face theatrically and shouted:
"Look at me! Noah, look at me!"
That was enough.
Owen, Gaten, Caleb, and several crew members nearby burst into laughter instantly.
"The Kissing Booth!" someone shouted, guessing the movie.
Emma nodded immediately and gave a small theatrical bow, as if she had just finished a great performance.
Jacob let out a long sigh, "That scene is going to follow me for a long time, isn't it?"
Several people at the table nodded without the slightest bit of sympathy.
Gaten even gave him a couple of pats on the shoulder, "Stay strong, man."
"Still…" Jacob continued, recovering quickly, "I'm surprised you've seen that movie, indie girl."
Emma usually wasn't exactly a fan of those kinds of Netflix teen romantic comedies. The fact that she knew the dialogue by heart was already suspicious.
Emma narrowed her eyes with a smile, "I watched all three, believe it or not."
"Hey, why do you say that with pride?" Owen asked with genuine confusion, looking around and triggering another round of laughter at the table.
Jacob looked at her with a crooked smile, "Wait… did you watch them because of me?"
Emma didn't answer immediately. She took a second, as if considering it.
"Let's just say I needed material to make fun of," she finally said with a shrug.
"You treat it like a job," Caleb commented. "Luckily I don't have many movies."
Emma smiled slightly, "Yeah, it's a demanding job. Almost six hours watching three Netflix romantic comedies."
Laughter erupted at the table again.
And so the night kept moving forward.
When they finally decided to go back to the hotel, it was already very late.
Or very early.
Owen looked at his watch, 'Four in the morning,' he thought.
Beside him, he and Jacob were practically carrying Gaten between them.
Gaten had one arm over Owen's shoulder and the other over Jacob's as they walked unsteadily down the hotel hallway. He had clearly had a bit too much to drink.
Eventually they managed to get him to his room.
They carefully dropped him onto the bed, still wearing his shoes.
"I love you guys…" Gaten murmured with a sleepy smile.
"Yeah, yeah… we love you too," Owen replied with a soft laugh. He was a little affected by the alcohol himself, though it was already wearing off. "Get some rest."
Jacob adjusted a pillow under Gaten's head while he was already closing his eyes.
After that, Owen returned to his own room.
The following days passed quickly.
Sunday was a day off for the entire team. Some went out to explore the city a bit, others simply took the chance to sleep and recover from Saturday night.
Then Monday and Tuesday arrived.
The final two days of filming.
They were calm, easygoing days. When Derek finally announced the last cut of the shoot, there was applause, hugs, and photos among the crew.
Good Will Hunting had finished filming, and Owen took a flight back to California.
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