Chương 54: **Chapter 54: Ace Agent? Do You Earn More Than Me?**
Unfortunately, what doesn't fit just doesn't fit, and this is one of Hollywood's basic rules.
The three of them continued chatting as they walked towards the makeup room.
An hour later, Wayne, now in plain black attire with makeup done, arrived at the set. Under the guidance of Doug Liman and a former CIA agent, Hart, who had been hired through connections with the shooting club, Wayne began rehearsing his movements and positioning.
To be honest, Wayne, having watched the original version, remembered that this flashback was only a few brief shots in the movie. It didn't even require the yacht for filming; a simple set in the studio would've sufficed. The scene of Bourne sneaking onto the yacht wasn't even shown.
It was probably cut during editing.
Still, Wayne believed in letting professionals handle professional work. Since he had chosen Doug Liman to direct the movie instead of doing it himself, it was only right to follow Doug's directions during filming.
The key point was that these seemingly simple movements, full of intricate details, posed no challenge for him.
Having undergone similar training recently, and with Hart's on-site coaching, Wayne managed to replicate all the moves and details flawlessly after watching just once.
"I'll explain the basics to you, then I'll demonstrate, and you follow me."
"Okay, Mr. Hart."
**Two thousand years later**
Alright, it was actually just ten minutes later, but Hart's face already had a shocked expression.
"You really haven't had any professional agent training before?"
"No, I only did a week of shooting at the club, then hired a private coach to learn some fighting techniques."
Hart gasped, watching Wayne move like a ghost through the ship's cabin, using shadows and blind spots to his advantage. He was genuinely astonished.
As a seasoned former CIA agent, Hart could tell Wayne wasn't lying.
He also immediately noticed that Wayne wasn't just memorizing moves but had fully grasped the theory and experience Hart had just explained. Wayne could adjust his movements and timing based on slight changes in natural light and the subtle rocking of the boat.
Hart had spent over 20 years with the CIA, including time on the front lines and later as an instructor. He had taught nearly a hundred students but had never encountered anyone who learned as fast as Wayne.
"You'd make a perfect agent. If you joined the CIA, I guarantee you'd become a top agent in under two years, even better than Bourne from the novel," Hart couldn't help but admire, secretly harboring an idea.
However, Wayne immediately crushed Hart's notion.
"Join the CIA? How much would I earn? I'm worth tens of millions right now, have several beautiful girlfriends, and plenty of lovers. Join the CIA? Am I out of my mind?"
Hart's eyelids twitched involuntarily.
So what if you become the CIA's top agent? In this country ruled by capital, money is king.
Take Hart, for example. Despite his 20 years with the CIA, numerous connections, and considerable influence, he hadn't made much money.
To ensure his comfortable retirement, he had to accept jobs like this from film crews, just for the $20,000 paycheck.
He had worked hard his entire life, risking it all countless times, yet here he was, not living nearly as comfortably as a 20-year-old like Wayne.
And if things went as expected, Wayne's life would only get better and better.
Isn't that infuriating?
"Alright, I guess I'm getting old. I forgot you're a big movie star worth millions. But you're nothing like that character you played."
Hart chuckled at himself before making a sarcastic remark.
Wayne wasn't surprised that Hart knew about his previous roles—after all, the man was ex-CIA, and professional habits die hard.
"Movies are movies, real life is real life. They're not the same. Don't forget, even Sean Connery was made to look like a perfect gentleman."
Hart had nothing left to say.
Thanks to Connery's portrayal of James Bond, audiences thought of him as a refined gentleman in real life, but that was just a carefully crafted illusion created by his management.
It's like how no one would've imagined Leonardo DiCaprio's real-life image if those photos of him with a beer belly and water guns hadn't surfaced.
After one trial run, everyone was satisfied, and filming for the day officially began.
Wayne's performance was so outstanding, and since *The Bourne Identity* focused on realism, Doug Liman changed the shooting plan, opting for a single, uninterrupted take.
From sneaking onto the yacht to reaching the penthouse where the target family resided, the entire five-minute scene was done in one take. Even Doug Liman, known for his serious expression, couldn't help but smile excitedly.
He had a feeling that, for fans of the realistic style, this scene might not become iconic, but it would definitely grip their attention, making them hold their breath in suspense.
Emma Roberts, who had witnessed the whole process, had completely forgotten her earlier frustration. Her fair, delicate face was now filled with admiration, as if she were about to turn into Wayne's fangirl.
It was obvious that, growing up in a family immersed in the industry, her acting skills may not have been top-notch, but her taste certainly was.
More importantly, Wayne was just too handsome!
Meanwhile, Julia Roberts, who was standing next to Emma, was also surprised. Her eyes sparkled with a strange light.
Although the scene wasn't particularly action-packed, Wayne's cold expression, sharp eyes, and smooth, graceful movements exuded a unique charm that was both cold and elegant. It stirred something in her.
He was just so manly!
Compared to Wayne, her new boyfriend, whom she had met while filming *The Mexican* in June, seemed utterly unimpressive.
However, remembering that her new boyfriend had already divorced his wife for her, she wrestled with her emotions for a while before finally giving up on the idea of pursuing Wayne.
Wayne remained blissfully unaware of all this.
And even if he knew, he wouldn't have cared. In his eyes, Julia Roberts' looks couldn't compare to Jessica or Charlize Theron. At best, she had a refined aura.
But when it came to aura, wasn't Anne Hathaway or Liv Tyler even better than Julia Roberts?
(End of Chapter)
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