I filmed a scene in a basement where I was trying to find my way out. I had been locked down there by a stalker who believed we were in love. He had changed my clothes, my jewelry...and had been drugging me for six days. He had forced a wedding ring on my ring finger.
It was the last take in the basement and I had to go to the basement window in the hopes of getting some passerby's attention. Before the take began, I looked at my director. "Can I pull out the boards?," I asked. "No," he replied, "they'll fall down too easily." "Can I climb on the sink?" He said, "Yes." "Can I bang on the windows?" "Yes."
We get to the final take at the window...and I look out and see someone who can possibly help me. I begin banging on the window, open-palmed, to get their attention. My hand goes through the window, shattering the glass, and severs a nerve in my wrist. I have surgery tomorrow.
But at least committed.