The set was on the back end of someone's ranch. A clapboard cottage sat at the far end of a meadow filled with wildflowers. At the near end a trailer park clashed with the rustic scene. Brad was sitting on the step of the trailer marked 'assistant director's assistant'. He brightened up as soon as he saw Martin. Before he could get out of the truck, Brad ran over and climbed into the passenger seat.
"Pull in over there," Brad pointed to the end of the ragged line of trailers. The pecking order on the set was clear from the size of the trailers. It was also clear that Martin would be the bottom of the heap. He didn't care, as long as he got paid.
"So, what's the deal?" Martin said.
"First," Brad said, "I have to tell you that the director absolutely refused to even think about hiring yo
