Tom is a character and there’s never a dull moment in his company. Before no time Tom has memorised everyone’s names—the sign of a professional if ever I saw one. He reads through the script a few times, confirming with the director the exact action of how each word should feel and delivered. He runs through with his mouth close to the mic in a kind of slur that might run into your ear on a night out—but the delivery is outstanding. A loud bike drives past and I tell him that we need that bit again—he looks at me and says, “Lukey babes, I know” with that I smile and think to myself, of course, Tom Hardy knows