Returning to Brooklyn
I just returned from ten days in New York City, and for the first time in over a decade, I was back in Brooklyn. The skyline may be shifting, the neighborhoods evolving—but it was good to be back in such an iconic place. I was there to shoot an episode of FBI: Most Wanted, and while I knew exactly who I’d be working with, I didn’t expect what the experience would stir up.
Filming The Grid in 2002
Back in 2002, I had a supporting role in a TNT miniseries called The Grid—a political thriller co-produced by the U.S. and U.K., centered around a multinational counter-terrorism task force racing to prevent a global disaster. It starred Dylan McDermott and Julianna Margulies, along with an ensemble cast of agents, analysts, and political figures. The tone was serious, the storylines intense—but I somehow managed to leave behind one of the most unintentionally hilarious moments of my career.
The Infamous Flower Incident
In one scene, I had to throw flowers. But instead of a graceful gesture, the bouquet landed squarely in Dylan McDermott’s crotch. Without missing a beat, he moaned dramatically and totally hammed it up. The entire set burst into laughter, and we had to cut the scene. It became a memorable moment—and while Dylan took it like a champ, let’s just say I wasn’t allowed to throw flowers at him again.
Back on Set: FBI: Most Wanted
Fast forward to just two days ago. I was in Brooklyn, on the set of FBI: Most Wanted. Dylan is now the star of the show. We didn’t share a scene, but we crossed paths between setups. I was in full reverend attire, delivering my lines in Spanish. Not exactly the easiest look to recognize someone through.
Before he even saw me, I had told a couple people in production the story of what happened 23 years ago. Apparently, they passed it along—because when Dylan came out of the green room, he looked right at me, laughed, and brought it up. We both cracked up. That moment wasn’t forgotten after all.
When the Past Shows Up Between Takes
These are the things that never make it to the screen. The small, ridiculous, full-circle collisions that remind you how long you’ve been doing this—and how human it all still is.
No flowers were thrown. Just a memory that landed even better.
