[ WP ] Star of a TV show is expected to have no idea about it ( same as Truman Show ) . However , due to the utter incompetence of the crew , he recognized it long ago . Now the show only works because he masterfully pretends he is deceived and sneakily fixes their mistakes .

`` He knows,'' Claudette looked like she was the verge of tears. 
 
 `` Why do you keep saying that? If he knew, do n't you think he would react? Would n't he flip out? Look, we need to discuss his move to South Burgsville and the new job scenarios, not this bullshit.'' Marc looked at her. 
 
 `` Are you blind? Yesterday, when Maggie got the time line wrong, he just went with it.'' Claudette got up from her chair and walked over the sidebar and poured herself a drink, a tall glass of whiskey which she topped off from an open can of soda. It was 7am. 
 
 `` So he forgot too. Think of how many times you've forgotten stuff.'' 
 
 `` He'd just gone over it will Ward ten minutes earlier. Did you look at the tape, not the edit, the raw tape? His eyebrows jump for a half second, then he kind of grins and goes along with it. He knows.'' 
 
 Marc DeForce, director and producer of The Life of Thomas, stared at Claudette with disbelief on his face. He took a sip of goat milk triple foam latte, coughed at its strength, then leaned over to the laptop on conference table. 
 
 `` And a last week, when the damned ambulance circled the block twice, he pretended not to notice.'' Claudette Gendry continued. She was an associate producer now, and had been head writer of the show for the past four years, since it's titular character had graduated college. 
 
 `` Give me a minute.'' Marc slid his finger over the touch pad. 
 
 On his screen, Marc pulled up a raw video file and ran it through, watching as Thomas's eyebrows move as if on cue. The director scrolled back over the shot three or four times, pursing his lips in thought. Claudette moved to window and looked out, taking in the morning sun over the massive set of Burgsville and it ’ s three surrounding smaller towns. She tried sipping at her drink, but her hand was shaking too much. 
 
 `` It means nothing. He might have passed gas. Now, let's get back to the....'' 
 
 `` I checked his diet schedule, nothing that would have caused it. I talked to restaurant G6 unit production and they said nothing about lights, or noises the microphones did n't pick up or anything. Neither does mechanical or Overlord Set Control. It was just him reacting. He knows.'' She finished her drink in a guzzle and looked over at Marc sadly. 
 
 `` A look does n't mean anything. There are a thousand different explanations.'' 
 
 `` Name one.'' 
 
 `` Look, I do n't have time for this crazy right now. I just do n't. We're finally getting all four networks to sit down about the schedule slicing, the cable TV deal is up for renewal in three months and HBO finally figured out what they want to do. Finally! The idea, even the rumour that Thomas knows, I do n't even want to think about it. Imagine what would happen if the rumour you're suggesting gets out.'' 
 
 `` It's already out. The internet knows. And sneaking onto the island to ask Thomas if he knows is the newest thing. That's why Security has been so busy lately. Do you even use twitter?'' 
 
 `` All speculation. This same thing happened when he was five. Does he know? Same thing, this will pass.'' 
 
 `` Well, what about Maria Parsifal?'' 
 
 `` Maria, Maria, okay, Rosa on set the main office set. What about her?'' 
 
 `` She played a high school classmate in season sixteen.'' 
 
 Marc rolled his eyes around his head for a few seconds trying to picture the old high school set and the storyline. `` It's the same girl?'' He asked, a slight twinge of possibly having to admit an error present in his tone. 
 
 `` Yes, your sexy foreign girl who does n't speak English to punch up the comedy numbers. Same girl. I did n't see it either, but I checked. Same girl. In season sixteen she was Soledad Peza.'' 
 
 `` So. We've reused actors.'' Marc gave a dismissive wave, but Claudette could feel his defiance cracking. 
 
 `` Not principals. Not speaking parts. And while we did n't notice, Thomas did.'' 
 
 `` Shut up Claudette.'' Put his hands over his face and took a long deep breath. 
 
 `` It was the lead story on IThinkThomasknows.com last night. I clicked the link and the look he gives her in the clip when they're introduced. Go look for yourself.'' Claudette left the window and returned to the bar, pouring herself a second drink. 
 
 Marc opened his browser and typed furiously. He'd studiously avoided sites like this for a decade but had to see it now. He clicked the link and watched, and as he saw Thomas's face he gasped. 
 
 `` Omigod. Omigod.'' 
 
 `` That was my reaction. I pulled up the old high school storyline last night. Her spacing and script routes and his proximity by the location tracker records. He followed her around for three months while we watched, but were n't paying attention. He had a crush on her and we did n't see it. He talked to her six times, four on camera. He knows it's the same girl. He knows.'' Claudette fell into her seat and rested her drink on the now forgotten Thomas Move scenarios and location plots. She gave Marc a look of exhaustion. 
 
 `` And you started this conversation with the smirk shit? Omigod. How long has he known? How did casting miss this? Does he even know what we're doing?'' Marc's face showed pure terror, that of man who just realized he left his million dollar winning lottery ticket in the pants in the wash. 
 
 `` If I had started here you would have shown up and down it was internet crap fancy editing. You can pull the in-house clip yourself. It ’ s the same.'' 
 
 `` We are so, and I mean so, ugh. I need a drink.'' Marc hopped up and walked over to the bar. 
 
 `` We are so screwed.'' Claudette curled up her legs and on the seat and fought back tears. `` So screwed.''
