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The first time I met Bryan Cranston, he was standing in his underwear. We were doing a photo shoot for a little-known network called AMC, and he was in a rubber chemistry apron, tighty whities and desert boots, while I was in an impeccably tailored 1960s suit, a cigarette dangling from my mouth. Our shows hadn’t premiered yet. We were simply two actors, in costume and out of context.