To Shane Hurlbut, and to my fans,
I’m so fucking sorry that I lost control on the fucking set of Terminator Salvation. It was so fucking inappropriate. I could try and make some kind of excuse, about the stress of carrying the success of a major franchise on your shoulders, or the mental intensity of an actor in the middle of an emotionally powerful scene, but I won’t patronize you. We both know that I could do this fucking job with my fucking eyes fucking closed. And this is a fucking Terminator movie. There are no emotionally powerful scenes.
As you may remember during my tirade, I asked Mr. Hurlbut if he was a professional. I wish I had had the temperament to ask myself that question in that moment. Are you a professional or not, Christian Bale? I would have said. To myself. A professional does not do what I did to Mr. Hurlbut on that day. A professional sits in his trailer and rubs cocaine on his dick, alone.
I know that these revelations have fucking shocked many of my fans, and I’m so fucking sorry. I want to kick my own fucking ass. NO! NO! DON’T SHUT ME UP. Da de da de da, what don’t you fucking understand? You got any fucking idear about how fucking sorry I fucking am?