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We're filming in the hallway...

- Yeah.

... not behind that wall.

- Yeah.

- Good?

Bye.

Do we need some more

black magic marker, though, on the gun?

No, no one's gonna see that.

- Okay. Okay.

- It's way too far away.

You're just going to walk down

from up here with Rachel.

She has the flashlight.

You have the gun.

Okay, let's get

the actors into place.

- Okay, so just go over here.

- Yep.

All right, last looks, everybody.

Hold on.

I'm picking up some footsteps.

Can you have Detroit tell them

to stop moving around up there?

Hey!

We need you to stop moving.

We weren't.

Yeah.

Douche.

And action.

Cut! Cut!

What's your problem, Rachel?

Can't you walk in those shoes?

Okay, let's try it again.

Darrell, you've got to check this out.

Oh, dude, what is that?

It's like a head shot!

- Blah!

- Dude, I'm f***ed!

Oh, what do you think

they made it out of?

I think he said it was a cinnamon-raisin

bagel or something like that.

Really?

I don't know, dude.

The raisins are important

because it looks like brain matter.

Mm. That was a doughnut.

- Can I help?

- No, you shouldn't.

- Union rules.

- I just feel kind of useless.

You could steer clear of those cables.

Hey!

You sure you don't need help?

Yeah, no, it's really okay.

I'm Chris, by the way.

Oh, I know.

You're the screenwriter. Jess told me.

- Nice to meet you.

- I'm Beth.

So you wrote this thing, huh?

Yeah. Please don't say it's brilliant.

- If one more person tells me that...

- I haven't read it.

Sorry. I mean yet.

I was literally just brought on today

as, like, a last-minute replacement.

I guess some girl

got sick or something.

Beth, you're up.

We need you for a stand-in.

Okay.

Well, looks like I gotta go.

But it was really nice to meet you.

I'm sure I'll see you around.

Hey, sweetheart,

can you move a little to the left?

Yeah, that's better.

- Hey.

- Hey.

So... he's pretty cute.

- Who?

- The writer.

Like you didn't notice.

Okay.

He's single.

- Jess!

- I'm just saying.

- I'll talk to you later.

- Okay, bye.

Hey.

Mr. Screenwriter, how are you?

Whoa. Hey, man,

you're a little tight there.

Just a... what?

A guy can't give

another guy a massage?

Well, hey...

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

I'm good at this.

I know what I'm doing.

Hey, what do you think?

You think those puppies are real?

Man, I have some serious doubts.

Well, there's only one way

to find out.

Hey, no charge on that massage.

Just make sure you got a part for me

in your next script, all right?

- What's going on?

- Oh!

God.

What the f***, dude?

Oh, did you see that, dude?

That guy just grabbed my balls.

You should get those autographed.

Whatever, dude.

That guy's a giant tool.

I don't know, maybe he was

just trying to get into character.

I heard he's method.

I don't think his character is

an oversexed Hollywood actor.

I don't know, but Harry said

he slept here last night...

just trying to get

the vibe of the place.

Weird.

What's the "method"?

Really?

Let's get Rachel in place.

Okay.

Wait for us to call it down.

Hey!

Somebody open the doors.

Open the doors!

Please open the doors!

Roll camera.

- I'm rolling.

- Action.

Cut. What, did she get off

on the wrong floor or something?

Well, someone go find her.

- I'll go.

- No no, send what's-her-face.

We have to handle this one

with kid gloves. She's very fragile.

Come on, let's go.

This place is so disgusting.

Rachel?

- Rachel?

- Don't!

- Are you okay?

- Someone was in there.

In where?

In the elevator.

- I can't go back in there.

- Okay. Okay.

I won't do it.

Hey, Jess?

Yeah, we'll just have to

figure something out.

What the hell is going on?

She is, like, pretty shaken up.

Beth's taking her back

to her dressing room.

And I think we should

just give her a minute.

All right, all right.

I'll go talk to her.

What time is it?

Uh, like 10:
00.

All right, it's as good a time

as any to break for lunch, okay?

- All right.

- All right.

Thanks.

Do you have any water?

Just the juice.

This is the native food

of Denmark, by the way.

- No, it's not.

- Frozen lasagna.

Did you guys put corn

in my coffee?

- Ja, Jurgen. Zat was me.

- Oh, ja, ja.

Zat's how zey drink it in Copenhagen.

- This seat taken?

- Oh, no, go ahead.

Thanks.

- What's up, man?

- Hey.

- You with camera?

- No, I'm, uh...

- He's the writer.

- No sh*t.

You know we're just a bunch

of below-the-line grunts here, right?

Yeah, the creatives are at that table,

over there.

Hey, just ignore that.

Oh, by the way, don't tell him

how much you like his script.

He hates hearing that.

Hey, did you guys check out that weird

filtration system in the basement?

Jurgen thinks that's how

they administered the wacky juice.

- In the water?

- Yeah.

It's like they did

with fluoride in the '60s.

The government just slipped it

into the water supply

without anybody noticing.

What do you know about that?

You're, like, 16

- and from Denmark. Ja. Oh, ja.

- Ja, ja.

Jurgen's like our resident conspiracist.

Hey, Jurgen,

how'd you get this job anyway?

My dad's a friend of Harry's.

They used

to be business partners.

Let me get this straight.

You gave up your entire summer break,

flew over here from Denmark

just to work on this low-budget

piece-of-sh*t movie?

No offense, dude.

Hell yeah, man.

I love the movies.

Oh.

Dude, tell them about that snake

they found in the basement.

Yeah, okay, so when

they were building this set,

they found this snake

in the basement.

Yeah, and it was all coiled up,

trying to swallow its own tail, man.

How screwed up is that?

Oh, you only wish

that you could do that, Darrell.

Yeah, I do.

- Yes, all day.

- That would be awesome.

- Just...

- Sit there on my couch.

- Ouroboros.

- What?

Ouroboros...

the snake devouring its tail.

It's an ancient symbol,

a Jungian archetype.

It represents cyclicality...

the sense that something

can constantly regenerate itself.

Yeah, like I said, you might want

to sit at that table over there.

Hey, don't be such a dick.

Whatever, man.

That basement creeps me out.

Have you been down there, dude?

It's f***ed up, man.

So's this lasagna.

She's not getting back

in the elevator.

What are we gonna do?

We can move back

into the apartment,

pick up some of the shots

with Jack and Rachel.

The DP's gonna need

some time to relight it, though.

Okay.

Andrei, what do you think?

Andrei?

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- All right, I'll go talk to her

and see if I can't

whip her into shape.

- Hey, can I talk to you?

- Yeah, what's up?

It's the writer. I don't want him

getting in the way, you know?

- Distracting the crew.

- Okay.

He can watch the video feed.

I just don't want him on set.

That's fine.

I'll take care of it.

- How's the hand?

- It's all right.

F***ing playwright,

whatever he is.

Yeah.

You okay?

It's the air in this place.

Yeah, it's probably the mold.

It cannot be healthy inhaling this sh*t.

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