Explosive acting skills

Charlie tightly grabbed the Colonel's gun, attempting to take it away, but the Colonel refused to let go. They stumbled towards the wall cabinet, and the Colonel pinned Charlie against it, trying to take the gun away. After a struggle, the colonel finally succeeded in grabbing the gun with his left hand and holding onto Charlie's shirt collar with his right hand. He pointed the gun at Charlie's head, roaring like an angry lion, "Get out of here!"

"I'm staying right here!" Charlie closed his eyes tightly as the gun threatened his life. However, the tension and determination in his face conveyed his inner fearlessness and resolve through the tightness of his clenched teeth. He had completely thrown caution to the wind, even risking the danger of the gun potentially firing at any moment, bravely confronting the colonel's anger!

"Get out of here!" The colonel shook Charlie violently and shouted again.

This time, Charlie opened his eyes wide, his clear amber eyes showing intense fear, but his words were still resolute and unwavering. "I'm staying right here!"

"I'll blow your f*cking head off!" The Colonel waved the gun in his right hand and continued shouting, but his voice gradually softened.

On the other hand, despite his trembling voice, Charlie's voice became louder and more certain. "You want to do it? Do it! Let's go." He was stimulating the Colonel in his own way, though his rapid breathing revealed his inner fear. His beautiful eyes kept scanning back and forth between the colonel and the gun, ultimately settling on the Colonel's angry expression, staring back at him unwaveringly, his own expression just as resolute.

"F*ck." the Colonel was powerless against Charlie's threat, and he could only shake Charlie in anger, repeating, "Get out of here!"

Charlie saw through the Colonel's inner turmoil and anger, finally mustering up the courage to vent his own anger towards the Colonel. "You f*cked up, all right? So what?" He ignored the gun pointed at him and looked at the Colonel's aged face, shouting, "So everybody does it. Get on with your life, would ya?"

"What life?!" The Colonel interrupted Charlie's words with a hoarse and ferocious voice, leaving Charlie at a loss for words to respond. "I got no life!" The Colonel gazed ahead blankly, shouting in anger, "I'm in the dark here! You understand?" The Colonel's roar, like an injured beast, "I'm in the dark!" caused Charlie's vision to blur with a light mist.

Charlie panted heavily and looked at the Colonel in front of him, who had a dejected look on his face. "So give up. You want to give up, give up... 'cause I'm giving up too." Charlie's young face was filled with a fearless radiance and his eyes were more determined than ever before. "You said I'm through. You're right. We're both through. So let's get on with it. Let's f*cking do it. Let's f*cking pull the trigger!" Charlie shouted while closing his eyes, avoiding the pistol in the Colonel's hand. The fear in his eyes was so vivid, but his words were so resolute. This contradiction was interwoven on his young and tender face. "You miserable blind motherf*cker!"

Charlie's words caused the Colonel's facial color to gradually turn grey. He couldn't say anything. Charlie struck the fatal blow again, "Pull the trigger." His tone was not loud, but rather subdued. However, the tremble in his words was more moving and directly touched the softest part of the Colonel's heart.

"Here we go, Charlie!" The Colonel raised his pistol with his right hand.

Charlie breathed heavily, but his words were still firm, despite his expression being completely opposite. "I'm ready!" However, facing the fear of death, his lower lip began to tremble, and the mist in his eyes gradually spread, making the clear light brown color seem transparent, revealing everything.

The Colonel keenly grasped this point with his ears, "You don't want to die!"

"And neither do you." Charlie also saw through the Colonel's innermost thoughts. This was the first time he had truly conversed with the Colonel on an equal footing, after having lived together for so long.

"Give me one reason not to." The Colonel still didn't want to let go.

"I'll give you two." Charlie thought for a moment, pursed his dry lips, "You can

dance the tango and drive a Ferrari... better than anyone I've ever seen."

Surprisingly, these words made the Colonel let out a sigh of relief, but he still said, "You never seen anyone do either?"

"Give me the gun, Colonel" Even though fear had already taken over Charlie's heart, his words still didn't give in. It was like how he faced the school's affairs. Even though he knew that doing it this way would be easier emotionally, his principles were not like that. He would still remain steadfast in his principles and not want to change.

This reminder to give up the gun was the last push that was needed for the Colonel to reassess the situation, "Oh, where do I go from here, Charlie?" asked the Colonel sincerely from his friend to which Charlie, despite just coming out from the previous life and death struggle, came up with a witty reply, "If you're tangled up, just tango on!"

"You asking me to dance, Charlie?" The Colonel softly asked, then began to hum softly, "Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go, and still had the feeling that you wanted to stay..." His left hand gradually loosened Charlie's collar.

Charlie, who was freed, couldn't bear the weight of the tears in his eyes anymore, and they fell. It was a celebration of his survival, and also because the Colonel finally regained his sanity and truly gave up his suicidal thoughts. Charlie didn't want to cry, but the tears kept falling, making his eyes look clearer than ever before.

"You like my blues, Charlie?" The Colonel patted his uniform, seemingly casually bringing up a topic of conversation.

The tears in Charlie's eyes slowly fell, and his trembling mouth revealed his fear at the moment. Until now, he had let his inner fear rampage, and the crystal-clear tears made the young and naive Charlie look so fragile. "Yes, they're beautiful!"

"I wore these for Lyndon's inauguration. Of course, uh, we weren't the number one ball." Tears calmly fell from the Colonel's aging face, but he was unaware of it. His cloudy eyes were so tired at the moment, "But he dropped by anyway."

Faced with the Colonel's memories, Charlie said again, "Will you please

give me the gun?" The impact of his fragile gaze and such a positive statement, and the crystal-clear tears were even stronger, and the surging emotions in his heart rippled in the tears, making people unable to help but be moved.

"You're asking an officer to surrender his sidearm." the tired Colonel asked, but he had lost his previous aura.

"You don't have to surrender it." Charlie's clear tears were still falling, "You just put it down for a little while. All right? Just put it down." This young and delicate face was under heavy pressure, but he used his steadfastness to make the Colonel turn to the dressing table and prepare to put down the gun.

"Boy, I could use a drink, Charlie." The Colonel turned around, with his back to Charlie, and said in a low and weary voice, but the previous violent or decadent atmosphere was slowly settling down.

At this moment, Charlie, with tears streaming down his face, did not look disheveled at all. His eyes gradually regained their luster, and his expression became more resolute. Gasping for breath, he directly defied the Major's demands for the first time, "How about a cup of coffee?" However, his slightly trembling lips revealed that he had just experienced a tumultuous emotional adventure.

"Too big of a leap for me right now, Charlie," the Colonel placed his gun on the dresser. "Maybe tomorrow, hah!" The Colonel laughed at himself, "No, a Mr. John Daniels would be preferred." He began to disassemble the magazine of the gun, then turned around and said, "No water, Charlie."

Charlie shifted his gaze away from the gun in the Colonel's hand and breathed out a sigh of relief. He knew he had succeeded; he had finally convinced the Colonel not to end his own life. However, he did not feel complacent. His amber eyes only showed more determination and the lingering fear of surviving a harrowing experience. "No water."

"Please." the Major said softly. This was the first time he had been so polite.

"Cut!" Martin's voice rang out clearly and abruptly in the silent set, and then Martin suddenly stood up in a stiff crowd. His body language and expression showed distinct joy and energy, indicating that he was impressed by Hugo's performance in the previous scene and even wanted to applaud!

At this moment, the set crewmembers were all stunned, especially those who did not have high expectations for Hugo. The slightly open mouths and motionless bodies revealed their inner shock without any disguise. This scene, Hugo completely exploded and contributed to a stunning performance with Al. The impact was so strong that even experienced crew members were speechless and unable to move.

With the most direct action, Hugo stirred up a psychological storm.

But Hugo, who had just accomplished this feat, did not have time to ask about Martin's reaction or even observe the state of other crew members on set. He only knew that the shooting of this scene had been interrupted, and he could fully enter his world and converse with Charlie, fully immersed in his role. His mind was occupied with emotions of fear, vulnerability, determination, and fearlessness, unable to do any more thinking.

Hugo stood there foolishly, his eyes full of infinite sadness and fear, the tears swirling in his eye sockets.