Chapter 670: Door-to-Door Delivery!

Just after five in the morning, Martin roused from his slumber, slipping into his pajamas and preparing for the day ahead. Beside him, Daddario stirred awake.

With a playful smack to her perky backside, Martin teased, "Another 15 minutes for you, sleepyhead. I'll wake you when it's time."

Daddario murmured in agreement, rolling over to catch a few more winks.

Half an hour later, the duo emerged from their trailer, meeting up with Bruce before heading to the restaurant for breakfast.

By six, all the actors congregated at the work trailers, ready to undergo makeup and costume changes. Jessica Chastain greeted Martin with a cheerful "Morning," to which he offered a nod in return.

As the makeup artists and stylists worked their magic, the crew bustled about, gearing up for a day of filming.

On the neighboring "Mars" set, activity buzzed to life, mirroring the lively atmosphere of the "Maverick" crew next door.

Meanwhile, Megan Ellison observed the scene from the temporary restaurant, noting Johnny Depp's conspicuous absence. Concerned, she inquired about his whereabouts.

Her assistant filled her in, "He threw a party with his pals last night. When I turned in at 2:30, they were still going strong."

Meghan's irritation flared, but she quelled it, opting to text Amber Heard instead. After all, even Depp, with his billion-dollar status, couldn't escape her wrath.

After breakfast, Meghan strolled past Depp's trailer, her gaze lingering on the door. Just then, Amber emerged, coaxing Depp out with evident effort.

Depp stumbled, his disheveled appearance betraying the previous night's revelry. Meghan knew shooting wouldn't resume until he sobered up, likely not until noon.

Thankfully, the crew adjusted the schedule, prioritizing scenes with other actors in the morning and saving Depp's for the afternoon.

From her vantage point between the two crews, Meghan observed Martin and Chastain emerging from their trailer, clad in their space-themed attire, before climbing into a van.

With vehicles assembled into a convoy, they set off southwestward.

As she watched them depart, Meghan reflected on Martin's professionalism, contrasting it with Depp's notorious reputation. Despite being on opposite sides of the industry spectrum, she couldn't deny Martin's superior work ethic.

Recalling their proximity at Disney Studios, Meghan pondered their divergent approaches. Martin, esteemed in Hollywood, stood in stark contrast to Depp's turbulent reputation.

The thought of potential setbacks to their projects due to Depp's unpredictability gnawed at her. If anything went awry, she knew where to lay the blame.

As the crew of "The Lone Ranger" began their day of filming, Meghan's frustration simmered beneath the surface, akin to a ticking time bomb awaiting detonation..

As the clock ticked towards noon, Johnny Depp finally arrived at the temporary set nestled in the untamed wilderness.

Under the scorching June sun, the temperature soared, turning the unprotected Gobi desert into a sweltering inferno. Even standing still, beads of sweat trickled down people's skin.

But Depp, unfazed by the heat, remained adamant about not stepping onto the set until the weather cooled.

Instead, he and his entourage sought refuge in the air-conditioned comfort of the nanny car, showing no signs of emerging anytime soon.

With breakfast skipped and lunch dismissed, Depp opted for a liquid diet, indulging in alcohol to stave off the heat.

"Boss, we've got a problem," one of his companions piped up.

Depp barely cracked open an eyelid. "What's up?"

The companion, Hodgson, confessed, "Last night's party left us short on supplies. We're running low on flour, and there's nowhere nearby to restock."

Depp waved a dismissive hand. "Tell 'em to do a rush delivery, and don't skimp on the cash."

Hodgson nodded and hopped out of the car, swiftly arranging for a delivery before noon, no expenses spared.

***

Meanwhile, southwest of Death Valley, the "The Martian" crew toiled under the blazing sun.

Two towering cranes hoisted a massive green screen, shielding the cast and crew from the relentless sun. Against this backdrop, they simulated outdoor scenes on Mars.

The intense heat left Martin, clad in his space suit, drenched in sweat after each take.

"Cut! That's a wrap for now!" Ridley called out, signaling a much-needed break.

Martin peeled off his helmet as a makeup artist rushed to dab away his perspiration.

Retreating to the rest area, he shed his cumbersome suit with the help of two assistants, gratefully accepting a sip of water from Bruce.

Beside him, Daddario and Jessica Chastain struggled to peel off their sweat-soaked attire.

Martin tossed them each a fan and suggested, "Let's cool off in the air-conditioned car."

They piled into the nanny car, where Martin adjusted the AC to a comfortable level.

With no one else around, Daddario wasted no time stripping off her shirt, using a tissue to wipe away the sweat. Jessica Chastain, her face flushed from the heat, grimaced, "This desert heat is unbearable. I can't believe we're stuck here for a whole week."

Martin sympathized, recalling their previous projects. "Didn't you film six movies last year?"

Jessica managed a wry smile. "But never in the scorching desert wearing these thick clothes."

Martin resolved, "I'll treat you to cold beer once we wrap up today."

Daddario chimed in, "I'm craving an ice-cold Coke."

"No problem," Martin assured. "But remember, too much soda in this heat will have us burping up a storm. I've got plenty of wine waiting."

Before his arrival, preparations were already underway. "We've got a dedicated truck pulling supplies for me," he boasted.

Jessica Chastain marveled, "Your perks are enviable."

Martin chuckled, "Once you hit the A-list, you'll get the royal treatment too."

Soon, the break arrived, prompting the trio to emerge from the car, ready to don their spacesuits and resume their Martian adventures.

Filming resumed intermittently, with Ridley mindful of the actors' well-being, ensuring breaks to prevent heatstroke.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the crew wrapped up for the day, heading back to camp.

After dinner, Martin invited Daddario and Jessica Chastain to his RV.

Bruce unlocked the 24-hour cold chain truck nearby, brimming with food and drinks.

"You sure know how to indulge," Jessica Chastain remarked admiringly.

Martin defended, "We work hard on set, so why not enjoy life off-camera? No need to skimp on comfort."

Daddario wasted no time, helping herself to treats. Martin urged, "Take whatever you fancy."

Glancing back at Martin mischievously, Daddario teased, "Anything, huh? Careful what you offer."

Jessica Chastain, amused by their banter, quipped, "No PDA, please. I'm a single lady."

Ignoring the playful exchange, Daddario grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine and snacks. "Let's indulge," she declared.

Martin grabbed some provisions and led them back to the RV. Inside, he closed the windows, turning on the air conditioner for comfort.

As night fell, the campsite buzzed with activity, despite the professional rivalry between the production crews.

Alcohol flowed freely, mingling with the vibrant energy of Hollywood.

Meanwhile, Depp hosted a raucous party in his RV, surrounded by his loyal entourage.

Unconcerned with the outside world, Depp reveled in his role as the center of attention, secure in his status as Hollywood royalty.

As the night wore on, Depp grew restless, eagerly awaiting the promised delivery.

"The goods still haven't arrived?" he inquired impatiently.

His companion, checking the time, reassured him, "They should be here soon."

With anticipation building, Depp urged, "Tell them to bring it directly to the Mercedes-Benz RV."

The message was dispatched, guiding the delivery to the heart of the camp, where Depp's extravagant oasis awaited.