Dark Feed
- R
- Year:
- 2013
- 86 min
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Hello?
Is somebody there?
Who is this?
- Cut! Cut!
- Did I do something wrong?
No, you were fine.
Zeke, what are you doing back there?
Sorry, I didn't know
I was in the shot.
Detroit?
Yeah, go ahead.
Tell Harry there's somebody
in the lobby to see him.
All right, I'm on it.
Yeah, I think that eye shadow
looked really really great.
Hey, Harry? Sorry.
You have a visitor
down in the lobby.
Yeah, right,
I'll be right down.
We will be watching you.
It's pretty twisted, isn't it?
Especially for this place.
So how's my favorite writer doing?
Still can't believe this is happening.
I know.
Well, believe it.
Come on, I'll give you a quick tour.
This building's almost 100 years old.
It was the state's
first psychiatric teaching hospital.
Shut its doors about six years ago.
Only six years?
Looks more like 20.
Yeah, when they shut the place down,
they forgot to blow out the pipes.
The first freeze, all the plumbing
burst. There was water everywhere.
We're the first ones in here
since they let all the loonies out.
Hey, Mitch, do you read me?
Mitch, where the hell are those PAs?
We're 15 minutes away
from wrapping this shot.
That basement needs to be ready.
- Watch the ball.
- Shut up, shut up!
Jurgen, come on, man.
- She's really fast, man.
- All right.
And you're 6'3".
Next time, stuff her ass, dude.
Listen, it is not polite
to stuff a lady.
- Don't make excuses, okay?
- Okay?
- Play like a winner.
- Okay, guys.
That's game. I win.
What the f*** are you guys doing?
What? We're on 15.
Did you not hear my radio?
The break is over.
Get back to work.
Beth, I need some light stands.
The rest of you, downstairs.
Gimme that call sheet.
Whoa! Hey, baby, next time you're
gonna reach your hand in my pocket,
- why don't you let me know?
- Yeah, all right, Darrell.
By the way, your boyfriend
is a total douche.
Oh, no no no no!
Ex-boyfriend.
I don't believe it.
You guys are totally still doing it.
Oh my God!
No, long and over, my friend.
Or should I say short and over?
Oh, nice.
All right, I'll see you guys later.
Yeah.
So this is the pool.
What kind of pool is this?
This is where the doctor performed some
of his more controversial therapies.
This pool has a bit of a history.
So, um...
we decided to change
your ending a bit.
We're gonna have the nurse and the
detective confront the killer in here.
Oh.
Um, yeah.
That could work.
Good.
Come on, I'll show you the main set.
Oh! What's that smell?
Ugh. They don't call it the bowels
of a building for nothing, huh?
All right, here we go.
This is sort of our holding area.
And here it is...
our apartment set.
This is, uh, Detroit.
- Nice to meet you. Chris.
- Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, hi.
- This looks great.
- Yeah, not bad, huh?
Does this stuff work?
Uh, it's all real,
but none of it's operational.
Whatever you do, don't use the toilet
in here. It's not hooked up.
- Gotcha.
- But it looks pretty good, huh?
We did it under budget.
We did it on the cheap.
Looks better than my place.
This is where she kills him, right?
- Yeah, you bet it is.
- Nice.
- Yeah.
- Everybody stand by.
The actors' dressing rooms
are up here.
Sorry to interrupt.
Just wanted to introduce
our writer Chris.
Hey. Great damn script, man.
F***ing genius.
I really love what you've written.
Thanks.
Uh, well, we'll let you get back
to what you were doing.
Take it easy.
What's with the boxing ring?
Oh, another actor's demand.
They're a bunch of prima donnas.
They wanted their own trailers.
I told them we had a whole hospital,
they threatened to walk.
I had to build them
these fancy dressing rooms.
What are you gonna do, you know?
- Ah.
- Oh, hey.
This is Jess,
our production manager.
And still photographer
and set dresser.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
I'm just getting my money's worth.
He's a pain in the ass.
You can thank Jess
for finding this place.
- This is Chris.
- Oh, the writer.
Cool, nice to meet you.
I really really like the script.
Thanks.
Yeah? What?
Well, how much
is that going to cost?
Wait...
Hold on, you're breaking up.
Hold on.
Guys, I gotta take this.
I'll be outside.
What the hell happened?
I left you 10 minutes ago.
What's going on?
So are you ready for a long night?
How late are you guys shooting?
Uh, 5:
30 A.M.It's just like pulling
an all-nighter in college.
Well, that was a while ago.
Cute dog.
Yeah, he's the director's.
His name's Rusty.
- I get to babysit.
- Fun.
Oh, hey.
I didn't know you were still here.
Yeah, I'm just finishing up.
- See you in the morning.
- Okay. Good night.
Good night.
That's Marissa.
She's the editor.
She actually cut together
some footage today.
- You want to take a look?
- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?
- Okay.
All right, there you go.
Oh, that dog is making me mental.
I'd better go check on him.
Do you want anything
to drink or anything?
- No, I'm fine.
- Okay.
I'll be back in a minute.
What took you so long?
I was painting my nails.
I had an accident, okay?
The f***ing ceiling collapsed.
Don't believe me, Mitch?
Why don't you have
a look for yourself?
So...
what do we do now?
Well, I was gonna take a shower.
But I don't know about you.
A shower sounds good to me.
Is there...
room for two?
Hey.
Uh, they're setting up
a shot downstairs.
I can take you down there.
Yeah.
So here I'm supposed to say,
"Mono grammed. "
- I don't understand what that means.
- "Monogrammed. "
You're not supposed to say that.
That's a stage direction.
Why are you asking me
about "monogrammed"?
That's not even...
this part has been cut.
- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- It's okay.
- Do you have any other questions?
- But how do you pronounce it?
Don't worry about how you pronounce it.
You don't say it.
Oh.
So this is where
we're shooting the next scene,
in these stacks over here.
And it looks like
they're about ready to start.
Am I gonna be in the way?
Uh, no, you'll be fine.
Just stay there for a second.
- Hey.
- Hey, Jess, how you doin'?
Good good.
Oh, hey.
So how's it going?
I'm Chris. We met during
the table reading, remember?
Oh, right.
- Ah! F***!
- I'm sorry. Are you okay?
- I'm sorry. L... I didn't see it.
- Chris, let's...
"Is that how you want
the brains, director?
That's how you want it?"
"That's how I want it.
'Cause I want my motherfuckin'
brains on the wall. "
Okay, why don't you
just stay here for a minute?
- I'll be back in a bit.
- That's what I'm talking about.
Yeah.
Very nice.
F***ing brains on the wall
is my favorite thing to do.
Sneak up on me.
Oh ho ho! No way!
Those brains are so f***ing cool.
Damn right,
they're so f***ing cool.
Ho!
Will you excuse me for one second?
Hey.
Hey.
Brian?
- Hi.
- Hi.
What are...
please keep that f***ing mike
away from that wall.
Sorry, I...
I heard something back there.
I don't care.
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