Roland NEVEU/Gamma-Rapho/Getty Images I was already pie-eyed when I landed in the Philippines for my second tour. The 15-hour flight turned into a soggy airborne frat party, hosted by Johnny Depp and myself. As thrilled as I was to embrace a solid new friend, I made the mistake of trying to match Johnny booze-wise. That handsome fucker drank me under the tray table. No one had a clue the film we were about to start would become what it did. Upon our arrival at the Manila Garden Hotel, production informed the actors that we'd only be there for two nights.