The scene was cute if not stupid. A young man stands there. Hot. Desparately hot. He can't breathe. He can't swallow. Coming towards him, he sees an ambulance, moving in. He has no strength. He collapses. The parameidc rushes over, offers him some Nestea Iced Tea in a bottle. The amn is refreshed. He recovers. He looks at the paramedic. Overwhelmed by emotion, he cries. Buy Nestea.
Two of us went in. I was the paramedic first. Played up the "energency crew" angle, but was told to tone it down for the actual take, to focus on the dying guy more than my partner who I send for help. As the dying guy, I put in a good look to the ambulance, and then I gaze at the paramedic an extra second before anguish washes over my face for the crying. It felt like I wanted it to. My scene partner looked at me after the camera-guy cut the scene and gave a surprisingly-pleased "good job." If only I could impress the director as much as my scene partner.