It´s the eighth take. It´s unnerving. We´re very tired, all of us actually want to go home, to their beds, have some sleep. But the damn thing isn´t in the can yet. Sometime we´re off focus, or it´s something with the correct framing or Steve´s timing. To add to the stress, the pigeons start making noise again, too. I decide to ignore it and take care about it later in post, hoping it won´t be audible. Then it happens: In the middle of the eleventh take, people enter the hall ! It´s flea market here today and some of the dealers seemed to have decided to get up early. I freak out, yelling “Shut up!” or something like this, but it doesn´t help. I´m frustrated, I want to stop shooting, it seems senseless to go on with all the noise. Somehow Madita Selas, my 1st AD and the rest of the crew calm me down and we end up with something useable in the can. It´s a wrap!