According to Terry Gilliam, the last line Heath Ledger spoke for filming on the set was ‘Don’t shoot the messenger.’ When Johnny Depp filmed his role after Ledger’s death, Depp asked Gilliam if he could try a new ad-lib: 'Don’t shoot the messenger,’ unaware that Ledger had improvised an identical line. Gilliam was astounded, remarking, 'Heath is still out there. Johnny’s channeling Heath somehow.’
An interesting little tidbit from the filming of The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, when Johnny Depp (along with Jude Law and Colin Farrell) took over Heath Ledger’s role after he passed away. The three of them donated their salaries for the film to Heath’s daughter, Matilda.
A hundred or so years ago, young(ish) auror, Jerry Dandridge, goes out to investigate a routine disturbance. Unfortunately it turns out be vampires and he’s killed and turned.
Because of reasons MACUSA is disinclined to turn on one of its own, so they register him and let him go on his merry way. Providing he doesn’t cause too big of a ruckus or get noticed by No-Maj’s they leave him to his own devices.
Along the way, his family marries into some of the more prominent Wizarding families and due to various genetic throwbacks, by the 1920s his identical great great nephew seems to be running his old department. And Jerry likes to check in every now and then and keep tabs on/annoy the guy. They are family after all.
Graves is fed up with his Vampire Uncle showing up all the time and having to keep him entertained and out of trouble. He somehow gets into his head that as crazy and homicidal as Jerry is, maybe he’s just lonely. So he gives him a desk job and gets Tina etc to keep an eye on him.
Hilarity (and possibly murder) ensues.
And sometimes Jerry gets called in as an expert witness for various cases cos he has literally seen it all before. And on one such case…
Percival: Would you please state your name for the record?
Jerry: *sigh* Gary Dandridge.
Percival: My god, Jerry, you can’t even get your own name right?
Jerry: Actually my real name is Gary.
Jerry: Right after I was turned - my Sire, he called me Jerry and I just didn’t think that I should correct him.
Percival: That’s ridiculous! Your name is Jerry!
Jerry: No, legally my name is Gary.
*hands over vampire registration card*
Percival: Gary Dandridge. Jerry Dandridge. Gary Dandridge. Jerry Dandridge. Gary - Jerry - god, they’re both horrible. But Jerry’s better. I’m gonna call you Jerry.
Jerry: *shrugs in resignation*
Percival: Okay Jerry, do you remember a time… *gazes into the distance*… I’m sorry. I can’t get over the Jerry-Gary thing.
Seraphina: Neither can I. Jerry, you can go. We need a five minute break.
“It’s tragic, I’m actually addicted to massages. A lot of that is to do with touch because I love being touched – I’m a big hugger. I love a good hug and a two-handed handshake that nearly turns into a handhold.”
What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?