Let's imagine how gruff Harrison Ford was to the tourist returning his lost credit card
Was it, like, a "Thank you," a "Thanks," a "Thanks," or just a tacit nod of approval?
Picture, if you will, a 79-year-old Harrison Ford in Italy, enjoying his day off at the beach while filming the upcoming fifth Indiana Jones entry co-starring Phoebe Waller-Bridge. His shoulder has largely mended from a recent on-set accident, and he is wearing swim trunks.
It’s a beautiful ottobre afternoon, but a tad hot for the season. Ford reclines even further back in his sun chair next to a napping Calista, reaching into his pocket to dig out his credit card to pay for a nice Negroni, or Bellini, or whatever other stereotypical Italian cocktail you might envision. We all know how notorious swim trunk pockets can be. There is nothing there.
Perhaps he didn’t say a word. Maybe a mild, or even somewhat harsh, expletive. This is not just anyone’s missing card. This is Harrison damn Ford’s line of credit we are talking about here. What will James Mangold say? Will Mads Mikkelsen—that damn debonair Dane—make fun of him? Antonio Banderas will certainly think less of Ford, because of course Antonio Banderas is always responsible with his finances.
A “Mi scusi,” from a distance. A pair of Italian police officers are approaching Harrison. In one of their hands—the glint of the Italian afternoon sun upon laminated plastic.