100. The Piccadilly Line

I’ve got no money to buy a ticket.

I apply an old trick from my junkie London days 25 years ago.

And it still works.

What you do is…

You walk in close behind somebody else, through the barrier.

I become pretty good at this over the next 3 months.

I’m sure Mr. Fox tells the underground staff to look the other way when they see me coming.

It’s gotta be good for the movie.

Homeless 007 dodging the tubes.

I can’t believe I’m skint in London again.

Never thought I’d be back here.

Had plenty of broke years here before.

First, as an out of work actor.

Then, as a crack addict.

Then, as an out of work actor again.

I tell Mr. Fox I don’t wanna be paid til the first film’s in the can.

I mean, if they pay me $150 million now, I won’t be able to act homeless and broke anymore.

And that’s the whole movie concept.

A homeless, broke James Bond.

The tube whizzes past old familiar stations.

Piccadilly line.

The blue line.

Turnham Green now.

Soon Earl’s Court.

An announcement comes over the tannoy system every 2 or 3 stops.

This is a Piccadilly Line train.

This train terminates at


Author: Mark Dark

Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself tangled up in gang culture and a surreal internal world of drugs psychosis. Based on true events.