There were a few bumps. When the Fort Lauderdale raid started, the director tried to cut to a commercial. The audio guy panicked, so Langley grabbed the boom mic himself and raced into the house. Inside, to his amazement, they discovered that their target—a drug-trafficking Bahamian police officer—was in the living room, watching the same show that they were filming. The crew scrambled to turn the television set off. “It was so postmodern, it freaked me out. Dimensions within dimensions,” Langley told me, laughing.
