Hey everybody, Anson here.

In our last episode, actor Ethan Peck shared with us a harrowing near-death experience.

And it occurred to my co-host Branon and I that we have a couple of near-death stories of our own.

Brannons will get to in a minute, but mine...

Well, you can watch it in the comfort of your own living

room.

I'm not kidding.

When I was in my late 20s, I got a phone call from my manager that made me scream at the top of my lungs,

because she told me that I was going to get to work with Robert De Niro.

I mean, come on.

Who gets a call like that?

The movie was called City by the Sea, and I was set to play a young detective in the

NYPD's homicide division, while De Niro played an older, more experienced, perhaps even jaded,

detective, whose partner gets murdered in the first act of the film, and I come to be in charge

of the investigation. Anyway, we were shooting up in the Yonkers police station, and we had to do a scene which required the use of their jail cells.

The scene was this. De Niro and I, having gotten a tip on the shooter, go to talk to the tipster who's being held on some unrelated charges.

We go up to the cell to ask him who the shooter was and the shooter fingers De Niro's son,

played by James Franco. And De Niro, upon hearing this, is supposed to then take a swing at the guy,

then I'm supposed to pull him back, push the tipster back into the cell, and tell the officers

to close the door. Simple enough, right? Yeah. Now, I just want to pause here and say something important.

I blame no one for what then transpired. Certainly not Robert De Niro, certainly not the director,

certainly not the production. It was an easy mistake to make. In fact, if anyone should have caught on to the potential safety hazard, it was me.

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