By the end I could have been any of them! I was only getting home for 2 -3 hours a night during the the last 3-4 weeks of filming.
Now a I tell you what would have been a good movie – one sunday on a break in shooting I had to go in do some work on the set and arrived at the studio to find it surrounded by police – some guys had broken in and we're in the act, so a good collar for the fuzz. The building is an absolute warren, a run down town hall with corridors reminiscent of the shining, so finding the guys was a real task – all the lights out, miles of corridors that all look the same. So they took in dogs. Eventually they we're happy that they had found everyone and I could get in and check on everything. Our set was doubly more of a maze than the rest of the building – totally enclosed, lots of false panels and false doors. I went in and right slap bang in the middle of the ceiling of the central corridor was this big hole. One of the guys must have tried to run across the roof of the set, which was only 6mm thick and fallen through to find himself in a dripping, dank, gore-stained nazi bunker in the absolute pitch dark. Every apparent exist to the 'outside world' was a complete dead end. He must have been shtting himself, and all around him in the darkness the barking dogs.
I used to work in a prison a long time back, and the inmates best stories were always their 'getting caught' stories, his would have been a corker.