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Cats and dogs out there.

Which reminds me, did you even feed the cat?

She tends to get real.

Yeah, I've got a load of new pages.

About six of them from Grant.

It's mostly dialogue.

No, it's not a problem.

I just wish he would give us a bit more of a heads-up.

Just... I'm lucky if I get much sleep tonight.

I'm just going to have a very long shower

and wash the day out of my hair.

Um, just hold on a sec. Sorry, one sec.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

No, sorry. I'm at the front desk.

I just want to see if any of my packages

have been delivered, but there's nobody here.

Um, just hold on.

Hello?

Little help, please?

Uh, sorry, what were you saying?

Yeah, how are the kids?

They all ready for the match tomorrow?

Do they miss me?

Oh, give them a big hug from me in the morning

and tell them that I said "Good luck"

and that I love them.

Oh, shit.

No, it's this fucking lift.

Um, I'll call you in the morning, okay?

Okay. I love you.

Bye.

Which floor?

Sir?

Sir?

- Sorry, um... - Which floor?

14, please.

Sorry about that. Earlier.

About what?

Uh, about the whole, um, "which floor" thing.

Oh, it's all right.

Couldn't face taking all those stairs either, right?

No.

It's been a long day.

Hmm, tell me about it.

Jesus!

What is happening?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Do you want to give it a try?

Nothing?

No.

Great.

We are safe in here, right?

I have absolutely no idea.

What?

I-- I mean, I'm sure it's f-- fine.

It's probably just a...

blown fuse, or bad wiring or something.

Um, I-- I-- I mean, there-- there must be an alarm button

or something on this thing?

Right?

I mean-- I mean, there has to be an alarm,

otherwise what are people supposed to do

in these situations?

Oh, yes.

Shit.

Suggestions?

Not quite the hero we need right now, are you?

Sorry.

Uh, front desk.

It's-- it's okay. Um...

Come on, come on, come on.

Typical.

What about you? Do you have a phone?

You don't have a phone, not even in there?

Don't really have much need for one.

Jesus, how do you...

I don't know, live?

Um...

No signal. Fuck. Typical.

Why is it every time you get into an elevator

there's just nothing? Zero signal.

They line these things with lead

like a Goddamn fucking nuclear bunker.

Miss, are-- are-- are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Really? You-- you don't look fine.

Yeah, I just, um...

get sort of claustrophobic in small spaces, that's all.

It'll pass in a minute.

I just...

I need to find my bearings.

Sorry?

Maybe we should jump up and down,

it might get it moving.

O-- okay, sure.

Well, you need to jump as well.

Okay. Sorry, uh...

- Okay. - Okay.

Well, no, we ne...

we need to jump together at the same time.

- Right. - That's how-- how it works out.

- Sorry, sorry, okay-- - Okay, with me.

-Mm-hmm. -On three.

Okay?

One, two, three.

Shit.

Okay.

Well, I'm not feeling claustrophobic anymore.

Well done.

Maybe we don't do that again.

Any more suggestions?

An asthmatic and a claustrophobic, wow.

Now all we need is a xenophobe

and we've got the makes of a real party.

Shit.

Small spaces make me feel so nauseous.

How about you?

A lot of things make me feel nauseous.

Is a small space one of them?

I think it's...

probably the whole recirculated air thing.

Like, you know when you're-- you're on a plane

and the oxygen just doesn't feel as healthy?

Um, then again, they-- they have filters on planes.

Never been on a plane.

Yeah, well, you know, it's the whole

being trapped high up thing.

What scares you more, heights or...

falling from them?

Under present circumstances,

I think I'd rather not answer that.

I bet those stairs are starting to look

pretty good now, though, right?

Who are you calling?

The front desk.

No answer.

Never go three-star, I swear to God.

They're probably on a break.

Well, uh, let's try this.

And the signal's gone. Brilliant.

Does that sound closer or further away to you?

You've really never been on a plane?

That's cool. I guess.

I mean, flying's not for everyone.

Every time I fly, I think,

"Is today the day?

Is this going to be how I go?"

I try not to think about things like that.

Really?

I think about things like that all the time.

Those thoughts keep me up at night.

I try to keep a, um...

"A positive mental attitude."

Is that yoga or something?

Uh, no, it's called stretching.

-You do yoga? -No.

More of a Pilates guy?

More of a pizza guy.

You should try it.

It's, uh...

it's good in intense situations.

Keeps you balanced, clears the mind.

Sorry, I, uh, tend to ramble facts

when I'm nervous.

Facts about yoga, apparently.

And planes.

Do you travel a lot?

I do.

Must be hard.

In what way?

Well, um, I just...

I overheard you talking about kids.

When?

Earlier, wh-- when you were in the lobby,

um, I couldn't help but overhear.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

That's, uh-- that's my sister.

She has two kids. It's my niece and nephew.

Oh, I just, um, assumed.

Oh, that. Huh.

No, it's-- uh, it's an old trick.

I just wear this whenever I'm in a new place on my own.

Keeps the creeps away.

No, my-- uh, my sister is the one

into matches and hatches.

We're really tight, though.

They're all back home.

I just, uh...

really miss them.

Very observant of you, though. Most men don't check.

You must have good hearing.

Don't follow.

Oh, well...

Whenever I...

-What? -Sorry, just--

Have we met before?

No, I don't think so.

You sure? I--

Your face looks familiar.

Did I buy cigarettes from you this morning?

You work for the studio?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Okay. Studio C?

Sometimes, yes.

Ah, I knew I'd seen you.

-You're one of the, uh, you're-- -I'm camera department.

- You're a cameraman, yes. - B-roll.

B-roll?

Uh, I shoot the B footage, um, secondary shots,

extra coverage,

or behind the scenes, that sort of thing.

Right, yes. I knew I'd seen you around.

Wait, so you-- you're working on my film?

Studio C. Yes.

Okay, I knew I knew you.

I'm good with faces.

Names, not so much, but faces.

I'm a people watcher.

Me, too.

I suppose you have to be in your profession.

So, what do you think of it so far?

- Sorry? - Well, the film?

I mean, do you think it's as good

as they all keep saying it is?

- I just wouldn't like to say. - Come on.

I'm not the head of the studio.

We're colleagues, right? We can be subjective.

I mean, you know, would you pay

to see that movie in the theater?

Well, I don't know, um--

Come on.

Really, would you watch that sort of film?

It's not my kind of film.

Oh.

Well, each to their own.

I think it's wonderful.

And the part is terrific.

I mean, the money's no good, but...

it's a once in a lifetime part.

I just shoot B-roll.

Yeah. No, I-- I get it.

I know what you're thinking.

It's just a horror movie, right?

But, I mean, there are horror movies

and horror movies.

Women don't tend to get well represented in that genre.

But this part, I mean, she's-- she's smart

and resilient and not attached.

She has to rely on herself.

And she's blind,

so, right there, you have the triumph

against adversity working for you.

She's the victim

from the opening frame,

but she uses her disability to her advantage.

No one ever sees her coming.

Yeah. They should put that on the fucking poster.

A part to kill for.

Oh, shit.

I've dropped my phone.

Hang on.

Does that actually do you any good?

Steadies my breathing.

Keeps me calm.

Yeah, I've got one of those.

-Want to swap? -No.

Thank you.

You shooting today?

Yes, I was.

Tough day?

Aren't they all?

Some hurt more than others.

Grant and I, we, uh...

weren't seeing eye to eye.

I noticed.

Oh, you saw what happened, huh?

Well, I was there.

I mean, I heard everything, but, um...

Well, I don't have an opinion, or anything like that.

Do crew often eavesdrop on actor-director arguments,

or is that considered overtime?

I happened to be shooting when it all sort of kicked off.

So...

God, that's embarrassing.

No, no.

I-- I think you-- you got your point across.

Do you think I won the argument?

Well, um...

I'd have to take another look, but, um...

You have it with you?

- Well, ye-- um, I mean-- - You do. Can I see it?

Well, I mean, do you really want to?

Definitely.

Yeah, that's-- let's take a look at the cam.

Come on, let's take a look at the evidence.

No. See--

Sorry, um...

Let me.

Sorry, it's just that it's expensive and, uh...

I-- I need to find the right spot.

Yeah, well, my bad.

I'm sorry, I'm just a bit overprotective

about my equipment.

What's that?

It's a log book.

It's how I record all my footage.

Oh.

You must have a lot of footage.

It's like a one-man movie studio in there.

You have no idea.

It's okay.

I know how I get when someone touches my stuff on set.

You weren't filming the day my phone got binned, were you?

I might have been.

Some grip thought it was a prop.

I, uh, might have overreacted.

Grips shouldn't be touching props,

now, should they, hmm?

Wait, wait, do you hear that?

Help us! Somebody, please.

-Help us! Help! -Help!

Jeez.

Wait, what are you doing?

Well, I just, um...

I mean, you don't want to watch it now, do you?

Of course I do.

Well, uh...

I just thought with the--

Please?

I need something to take my mind off all of this.

I don't understand why this is such

a moment of contention for you.

I need more from you on this, Grant, okay?

The script is not being specific enough.

I need you to direct me.

I need you to do your fucking job.

It's a convention.

Horror films are full of those.

Why can't you just go along with it?

Because it's counter to everything

you told me we were trying to say here.

You said we were supposed to be reshaping expectations.

-Isn't that what you told me? -And we will!

When?

When? After I take my top off?

We're making a comment on vulnerability.

That is a justification

I have heard so many times before, Grant, believe me.

And you didn't have a problem with it then,

so why now?

Because it's-- it's-- it's fucking different

and she's fucking blind!

How much more vulnerability could you possibly need?

She just wouldn't do this, which you would know,

if you bothered to even fucking talk to me about her.

Jesus, can we leave the method bullshit outside, please?

Listen. Yes, it's a horror film.

Yes, it's a particularly well-written horror film,

but the convention is, you're the final girl.

The audience just doesn't know that yet.

Okay, and how is me showing my tits supposed to sell that?

We'll discuss that later.

And that's about it.

Well, that was...

humiliating.

I'm sorry.

Honestly...

do you think I come across as difficult there?

Not particularly, but...

but then...

Then what?

Well, it's just out of context.

I mean...

I don't really know what that was about.

But you shot it anyway.

That's what I do.

Well, context is important.

It stops rumors floating about.

Rumors?

Oh, sure.

There are always rumors.

Why did you say we'd never met?

What?

Before, you said we'd never met.

We hadn't.

What?

Well...

you shoot B-roll for the movie

and you shot that argument today.

Yet you say you've never even seen me before.

How is that possible?

I was just being polite.

I don't normally get to talk to the talent.

I'm just fucking with you.

Don't worry.

You got me.

This is going to sound stupid, but...

I haven't even asked you your name.

It's Reed. Daniel Reed.

And you're Rose Hepburn.

The Rose Hepburn.

Ah, so you do know me.

I've seen you.

I mean, I followed you.

Followed your career, I mean.

Jeez.

I'm a B-list movie actor.

And you shoot B-roll.

We're team Second Place.

The only reason I even got this job

is because of what happened.

To Alice?

Alice Burns, the girl who disappeared.

But can we really be sure she even disappeared?

Well, that's what the producers said.

Producers work in fiction.

You know she was staying here?

In this hotel.

Mm. Yeah.

I knew that.

Want a sip?

Am I making you nervous?

I'm shy.

It's okay.

Most people find that refreshing.

Especially in this business.

Most people I meet are walking egos.

They have a swagger.

They swagger about with an aura they haven't even earned yet.

Have you noticed?

Alice had that.

Rumor has it.

Have you heard the latest?

What?

-Rumors? -Sure.

She's been missing for more than two months.

Everyone has a theory.

There are always rumors.

I don't listen to gossip.

But I have heard the rumors.

What have you heard?

That she was being watched.

Being watched?

Security were overheard talking about

how a car was parking outside the main studio.

About how someone was watching her, every night.

I mean, a car being parked

outside on a street isn't uncommon, but...

this was happening every night.

Who's to say they weren't waiting?

Security didn't get a license plate?

They didn't see the driver?

One would have thought.

I guess that's why they call it a rumor.

Hmm.

And I heard she was being harassed on set.

That she...

wasn't enjoying the film.

That she felt like she was being undermined.

And the crew were...

being mean about her behind her back.

And then things started going missing.

Nothing major, just enough to get under her skin.

Script pages, towels, keys.

Someone took a ring.

But even if she was being watched,

that doesn't explain her vanishing.

You think?

A crew member with a grudge is one thing,

but the catering department

tend to draw a line at felonies.

Maybe...

that depends on the crew member.

Who did you have in mind?

Well, I had heard Grant is a hands-on director,

if you know what I mean.

I'd heard that they'd been seeing each other.

She became...

demanding.

Grant started badmouthing Alice behind her back,

stopped calling,

started to tighten his grip.

So, she became...

difficult.

Causing delays.

Of course, delays mean money and...

well, money means everything.

Directors like control.

They need control.

Makes you wonder

what a person would do to take that control back.

You don't think he's behind this, do you?

Oh, this?

I don't know.

I don't think Grant is this creative.

You think he heard me?

We have signal.

You don't really believe that, do you?

No, this is just wrong place, wrong time.

Why, do you?

- Who are you calling? - Grant.

Speak of the devil and the devil shall...

...go straight to voicemail.

Grant. It's Rose.

I'm in a situation here, to say the least.

Our elevator has broken down at the hotel

and I'm in here with...

Daniel Reed.

I'm stuck in here with Daniel Reed.

He's one of the cameramen.

Uh, anyway, our elevator's broken down

and it keeps jumping up and down.

Signal keeps cutting out,

so can you call the maintenance people

as soon as you get this?

The number is 0141549218.

Again, 0141549218.

While we still have signal...

What?

Look.

Shit.

What? What is it?

It's padlocked.

Are you kidding me?

-Mm, wish I was. -Jesus.

Well, nice to know

they're keeping the building up to code.

I mean, it's Morse code, but still.

Let's see if this will work.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Sure.

What are you, a boy scout or something?

No.

I like taking things apart.

Like old cassette players, VCRs, that sort of thing.

Oh.

I guess that explains the Walkman.

- What? What is it? - Christ! It's my hand.

Oh, shit.

For fuck's sake!

Are you okay?

It's just a scratch, I don't think it's broken.

What the hell happened?

Something fell on the hatch.

Something big.

My turn, I guess.

Can you hold this steady?

Sure.

Be careful.

It's really dark up there. Can you pass me my phone?

Shit, sorry!

Okay...

How's the hand?

I'll survive.

So, Daniel, eh?

I bet this isn't quite how you planned

your night to go, is it?

I imagined a little less blood.

The things we do for our art.

So, what are you doing here, then?

I don't really know.

I don't even know if I'd call myself an artist.

No, I-- I mean, what are you doing here in this hotel?

Oh, right. Sorry.

Do you live here, too?

No, one of the...

crew members does.

One of the editors is staying here.

He's on 14.

He's cutting together a promo for the press.

I said I'd drop him 'round some footage to look at.

Oh.

Who is it?

-What? -Who is it?

The crew member, what's his name?

Greg.

Greg Maitland.

Huh.

Don't know him.

Why are you here?

- Well, I-- I live here. - Right.

Yes, of course.

You can really tell the budget of the film

by the fact that Greg,

the promo guy, is on a higher floor than the lead.

They probably put me in the same room Alice was in

to save money.

Maybe I should check under the bed.

Did you know her?

- Alice? - Mm-hmm.

Not really.

What did you do to her?

What?

The footage.

Do you give it over to the studio,

or to the editor?

It always goes to the editor.

What about the stuff they don't use?

Like, the fight with Grant and I, for example.

If they considered that bad PR or something,

do you get it back?

Not usually.

I mean, I have copies of everything,

but I could never...

use anything.

What about me?

Could I get a copy?

-You could ask the producers. -What if I just asked you?

You mean if I just gave you a copy?

Yeah.

I mean, that's something you could do for me, right?

Just copy the contents on the memory card.

Come on.

Don't tell me you've never done that before.

We sign contracts, agreements, that sort of thing.

I won't tell if you don't.

And what if someone found out?

How?

Is one of the other no people in here

going to tell on us?

You're good.

You'd do well under torture.

Well, anyway, just think about it.

It could be our little secret.

You can keep a secret, can't you?

You're very persistent.

Your boyfriend must be whipped.

I'll let you know when he turns up.

Really?

No special someone?

No. No someone.

Special or otherwise.

Must get lonely.

Life of an actor, I guess.

Price we pay to work.

I have my family, though.

And my cat.

I hate cats.

I don't really have any family.

I always wondered what it would be like to

have roots, to come from somewhere.

Well, we all come from somewhere.

Even you.

No, not me.

I'm all branches with no roots.

I like that.

All branches, no roots.

You should be a screenwriter.

It's not where my talents lie.

Oh?

And where do your talents lie?

I see.

You have friends, though, right?

I mean, friends from the set?

People you can talk to?

We're friends, aren't we?

I think I'm on a slightly lower rung

of the social ladder to answer that.

Oh, please.

I spend my life in a constant state

of being undermined.

Don't forget.

You have one big advantage over people like me.

A union?

A dick.

Does it bother you?

Taking over the role under such circumstances?

And what sort of circumstances are those?

Well, she's missing.

That's pretty terrible.

Do you feel bad for her?

Did-- did you know I was

first choice for the part?

Yeah. It's all right.

The writer, the original... writer,

and Grant,

wanted me from the beginning.

Then Alice became available

and they saw A-list potential.

She was on the rise. The only way is up.

Suddenly it feels pretty ironic.

Did you ever meet her?

Alice?

Not really. Only in passing.

She and I went to the same auditions now and again.

I did actually visit the studio.

I had a meeting.

Well, for the record,

I think you're a far better actress

than she ever was.

-Actor. -Sorry?

I prefer actor over actress.

-Those days are gone. -Sorry.

"Was?"

What?

You said "was." "Than she was."

Is.

You know.

So, do you, um...

...ever work on the main camera?

What do they call that? A-unit?

That's what I'm working towards.

How long have you been working towards it?

-Nine years. -Nine years?

Jesus, where did you start? The catering truck?

Grip, actually.

Listen, I'm sor-- I'm sorry, I--

Sometimes, I lose myself.

- It's fine. - No, it's not fine.

Don't worry.

I'm actually kind of used to it.

I can mock all I want,

but I am well aware that I can be a cunt kite,

so just don't be afraid to call me on it, okay?

Don't worry, I will.

What?

A cunt kite.

One of Grant's pet names for me when I'm being "difficult."

Jesus.

Yeah. I've been called worse by better, don't worry.

Fuck!

You frightened me.

What is it?

Sorry.

I was dreaming.

I didn't realize you were asleep,

I thought you were just getting comfortable.

Sorry.

You scared the shit out of me.

It was a nightmare.

Yeah, no shit.

Shit.

Have the police seen these?

What do you mean?

Your footage.

I'd imagine anything related to Alice

would be considered evidence.

Evidence of what?

The studio has copies of everything,

so I assume so.

I'm not aware of anything suspicious being found.

Or otherwise?

What even--

Ugh, I'm sick of this shit!

What is that?

Christ.

I can't take much more of this.

Where the hell is everybody?

This is exactly what I was talking about.

Three-star hotels,

it's just the worst can't-give-a-shit

fucking service in the world.

It takes them an hour to bring you a cup of coffee.

Can you imagine how long it's gonna take them

to even realize that we're in here?

Christ, this is fucking ridiculous, am I right?

I mean, what if somebody was actually hurt?

What if- what if I was in fucking labor?

I mean, fuck this.

Are you going to help me?

Ugh, this looked a lot easier in Die Hard.

What do you mean?

You haven't seen Die Hard?

I've seen Die Hard 2.

-Jesus Christ. -You need to calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

I am so sick

of men trying to tell me

how to feel or what to think.

I'm not here for your fucking convenience, all right?

I decide what I do and what I say,

and I sure as fucking hell am not gonna take advice

from a fucking cameraman.

"A," "B," fucking "F," I don't give a shit.

Don't talk to me like that.

I will talk to you any fuck way I choose.

You know what?

You know, people can tolerate a lot.

Being ignored.

Being abused.

Being made to feel small.

But that's not a good excuse to act like that.

You told me to call you out

when you act like a--

What was that?

Cunt kite.

Well, I guess I'm calling you out.

In fact, I'll give you the abridged version.

You're a cunt.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Sometimes, I just...

...lose control.

Me, too.

We have something in common.

You still haven't seen Die Hard.

It's not my kind of film.

What kind is that?

Big action films.

I like my films to be more real.

Wanting your films to be real sounds like kind of an oxymoron.

- Does it? - Sure.

Movies are make-believe.

Nothing's real.

I guess there are exceptions.

This lift, for example,

it's, uh--

it's feeling pretty fucking real right now.

Did you know this, um...

...this kind of elevator,

it's about the same size of the cell

they kept Mandela in?

- Is that true? - Mm-hmm, it is, I, uh--

I read a book about the place in which they held him.

His cell was seven foot by nine

in a place called Robben Island.

Sorry, I'm rambling again.

I don't mind.

But can you imagine

being trapped in a place for that long?

Well, three places, in fact.

I mean, we all feel trapped sometimes,

but 27 years for doing something you believe in?

Did you know his name meant "troublemaker?"

Isn't that funny?

Do you know what my name means?

Flower.

Yeah.

But it also means "famous type."

I guess it was meant to be.

What about you?

What does your name mean?

Doesn't matter.

Tell me.

It's biblical.

Daniel.

It means...

...God will judge you.

It's stupid.

It's not stupid, it's your identity.

That's what you'll be remembered for

-when you're gone. -I doubt that.

Sure that's what Mandela thought, too.

Isn't that what everybody wants?

To be remembered?

Gum?

No.

I mean, no, thank you.

How about a smoke, then?

Usually, I would say you shouldn't smoke,

it'll kill you.

A lot of things will kill you.

But, given that we're running out of options,

got a light?

Come here, help me up.

I'm sorry.

Just my stomach, I can deal with it.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Star Wars.

Of course.

You haven't seen Die Hard, but of course that, you know.

Everything will be all right.

No.

Nothing about this feels all right.

This lift.

The hotel.

Are you all right?

Everything is going to be all right.

It'll all be right.

Oh, God.

You said "Not even."

What?

Earlier.

When we were talking about the police.

About your footage.

You said, "As far as I'm aware,

they haven't found anything significant.

-Not even--" -I did.

Not even what?

I was just surprised

that the police didn't find anything useful.

I have a habit of leaving the camera rolling.

You never know what you might catch.

What did you catch?

Nothing really.

Just a back and forth between Grant and--

- Alice. - Hmm.

She wouldn't come to set.

And he was being aggressive.

I've heard that song and dance before.

She probably wouldn't leave her dressing room

because she was scared.

-Scared? -Of Grant.

I mean, I might be a cunt,

but he can be a real bastard.

I don't intimidate easily, but he has his days.

But if the police are satisfied,

that must count for something, right?

The police are dealing with a missing person,

not a case of harassment.

Not yet, anyway.

You don't really think that Grant had anything

to do with this, do you?

Who knows what any of us are capable of?

I'd say she's in hiding.

She's on a beach somewhere waiting for them

to rip up her contract, so she can go and work

on some prestige picture.

Something she can do in her sleep.

Really?

Just my take on it.

Unless you have a better theory.

I don't know, I just think

we shouldn't be so quick to accuse someone.

Sounds like the sort of thing other people do.

-You didn't know her. -Neither did you.

Well...

then, enlighten me, cameraman.

What kind of people are you talking about?

I don't know.

Maybe, the...

sort of losers who listened to rumors.

Hmm, well, how about the sort of losers

who still live with their mother?

-Hmm? -How do you know that?

I don't remember telling you that.

Let's just say you have the look.

She's sick.

I look after her.

Let's just forget about it.

Let's just hope that nothing bad has happened to her.

-Who, your mother? -Alice.

Oh.

Right. Like what?

I don't know, I don't really want to think about it.

It worked out, though.

What? Sorry?

For you, I mean,

you got the part.

So, it all worked out.

Oh.

Right, sure.

Are those tomorrow's changes?

Mm-hmm.

Just some pages for the morning.

If I ever see morning again.

I figured, if I'm sitting in here all night,

I might as well make sure I've got all my lines down.

You can learn all that in one night?

Mm, I'm a quick study.

Plus, it's not that much.

I've done Shakespeare.

Now, that's a challenge.

Well, I did Macbeth at the Donmar three years ago.

Not that anybody noticed.

I didn't see it.

I rest my case.

Do you want some help with that?

-What, with this? -Mm.

Would you like me to read with you?

Make sure you got your lines down.

Make sure you're, um, what's the saying, off-book?

You know what? Sure. What the hell.

Anything to make the time pass, right?

-Ready? -Sure.

Who shall I read?

The killer.

Right, and you are?

Well, there's only two characters,

so unless you want to switch.

Okay.

I've got this.

Okay, from the top.

Do you need me just to read it

or is there anything else I need to do?

Let's just see what happens.

Who knows? Maybe inspiration will strike.

Branches and roots.

"Killing Jeff and your friends was simple.

Petals fall easily,

but you're turning into quite the thorn."

Who are you?

"I'm the watcher.

I'm the waiter, I'm the doorman,

the bellhop, the cashier who hands you your change.

I'm the shiver that runs down your spine

when you feel eyes upon you alone in the darkness.

I'm the question, 'Where did all the people go?'"

You think your actions defined you, but...

Truth is, they reveal you.

I see you...

and you're pathetic.

"Last words are always like dancing in the mist.

Dance on, little one, dance on."

You're nothing.

Dancing in the mist?

You're-- You're nothing but a shadow.

You're a wasted memory.

Your actions are a newspaper cutting

that no one will ever care for.

Your entire life

is a wasted moment.

And then, they kiss, she hurts him,

they struggle, they fight, yada, yada, yada.

- Rose. - Hmm?

You're incredible.

Oh, thank you.

No, I-- I mean it, I really believed it.

That's incredible.

You really sell the fear.

You made me believe, even with my reading of it,

that you were truly scared.

And powerful, too.

Tough.

Well, I'll drink to that.

Come on, what's the worst that could happen?

You know, you weren't too bad yourself.

I'm not an actor.

Well, let's, uh, move around a little.

See how that feels. Try it again.

-Really? -Mm-hmm. That'll help.

You sure?

Yeah, I, uh--

I need to make sure I've got this.

Just run it one more time?

Hold on.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm just using a prop.

I thought it would make it more real.

Okay, but that's a little too real, Daniel, okay?

I'm-- I'm not method,

we don't-- we don't need the knife.

Besides, she's blind.

I mean, I wouldn't even see what you're holding.

Why don't-- why don't we just film me instead

with your camera?

Um, give your editor friend something else to work with?

The lighting in here really isn't up

to Glenn's standards, I'm afraid.

You mean Greg?

What did I say?

You said Glenn. You told me his name was Greg.

Hmm.

It's been a long day, I guess.

Right, uh...

Killing Jeff and your friends

was so simple.

Petals fall easily.

Huh.

You're turning into quite the thorn, aren't you?

Your line.

-Daniel, please-- -Your line.

Um.

Who are you?

I'm the watcher, I'm the waiter.

I'm the door man, the bellhop.

I'm the shiver that runs...

right down your spine...

as you feel eyes upon you...

alone in the darkness.

I'm the voice that says,

"Where did all the people go?"

Um, you-- you think that your actions define you,

but the truth is,

they reveal you, I see you, and you're pathetic.

Yes.

Last words are always like dancing in the mist.

Dance on...

little one--

the mist on-- hmm?

Dan-- hmm.

Thorn.

Um...

In the mist?

You're nothing but a shadow.

You're a wasted memory.

Your actions are a newspaper cutting

that no one will ever care for.

Your entire life...

...is a wasted moment, Daniel.

Don't stop.

Keep going, that was good.

The script says they kiss, they struggle, they fight.

What is happening?

Something's...

Don't play the innocent.

Let go.

Do what you've wanted to do since you got in the elevator.

What are you doing? What is going on?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

What?

Something doesn't feel right.

Daniel, do you feel dizzy?

This isn't how it's meant to go.

Oh, I'm-- I'm so sorry.

Did I improv too much?

You bitches.

You bitches are all the same.

There it was.

Always got to have the last word.

Do you want to know what her last word was?

Imagine how good this is going to be for publicity.

"Trauma victim

delivers epic performance in cursed film."

These are the stories that make stars.

He keeps saying he wants more from me.

Do you think that makes him an accomplice?

Yeah. Framing can be a complicated business.

But to have it delivered to you in a rucksack?

And who said men don't prepare?

Grant did deserve this.

Setting him up would have made sense.

I-- I did think about that,

but I have to think about my career.

Exactly. Exactly.

There's always a replacement, and...

imagine who they might have replaced him with.

This is the lesser of two evils.

Welcome to the mist.

What's going on?

-What are you doing? -No, don't-- don't-- don't

struggle. Please, don't struggle.

I don't want to see you hurt yourself.

Where would be the fun in that?

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Don't worry, don't worry.

We have all the time in the world.

So, you just breathe.

And right yourself.

You took a hell of a hit on the head when you fell.

The drug I put in your drink might not have helped.

You're supposed to pretend to drink, silly.

It's called acting.

You just plug the hole with your tongue--

Make like you swallowed.

As the actress said to the bishop.

Oh. Actor.

I admit it, spiking a drink

is a bit of a cliché.

It's actually, pretty fucking rapey,

if you ask me.

But... a knife.

You'd be surprised what a person will do

when they're faced with one of these.

It terrifies them.

They get down on their knees.

They do whatever you want.

What was it about her, hmm?

Was it her looks?

That swagger?

The way she treated people? Her A-list status?

Did it make you see stars?

You know, I do believe

this elevator might actually fall.

Do you know much about elevators?

Well, they work like roller coasters.

You see, they-- they lock in place

when you come to a stop.

That's why you don't plummet if, uh, the cable snaps.

No matter what happens, it has you.

This elevator, on the other hand,

you see, it's-- it's old.

So, I'm not too sure we have the luxury

of that kind of security.

But, nonetheless, I do still think it applies

to our situation here.

No matter what happens--

I have you.

Oh, that?

Don't worry about that, I took care of it.

It was being a little unreliable.

Probably the storm, but...

unlike you, I don't have a habit

of leaving the camera rolling.

Mm, you don't look very comforted by that, Daniel.

You'd be surprised the kind of information

you can garner online.

Did you know there's an app for this?

There's a fucking app!

You connect it to the controls in the basement,

and you can open the doors, you can call the elevator,

or, in this case...

...you can stop it.

Took a few goes, of course,

hence the "out of order" sign downstairs,

but lucky for me...

or rather, unlucky for you,

the maintenance, in this particular building,

is, let's just say, non-existent.

Told you. Never go three stars.

-Listen. -Hmm?

I don't know what you think this is.

And I don't know what you think you're doing.

You've got the wrong idea.

Just like Alice.

You really are very observant.

She wasn't right for that part.

They just wanted a name.

I've been doing this job for years,

and she didn't even have to audition.

She just coasted in on the back of the box office

of her last film.

How's that tape feeling?

Too tight?

Ooh, speaking of tape...

those little stalker videos of yours.

They're very cinéma vérité.

I particularly like

the one of me in my dressing room.

How many times did you watch Alice, hmm?

Just let me tell you right now.

It was all an act.

And deep down,

once the cameras stopped and the doors shut,

and nobody was looking,

she was just like the rest of us.

Self-interested, insecure...

...scared.

How many videos of her do you have at home?

Did the studio see those?

No?

Tell me...

When you were following her.

did you ever feel that shiver

run down your spine?

Did you ever feel eyes watching you in the darkness?

Hmm?

'Cause that was me.

Watching you watching her.

I-- I-- I don't know what you mean.

I don't understand.

Tell me...

what made you get in the elevator this time?

Why couldn't you get in the elevator with her, hmm?

Was I just more approachable?

More attainable?

Doesn't matter.

What made you get in the elevator this time?

I knew you would.

I fucking knew it, I knew it.

But I want to hear it from you.

Come on, you can be honest.

After all, I, uh-- I do have you

in a compromised position.

Fuck.

- Hmm? - I wanted you.

Daniel, men have always wanted me...

for as long as I can remember.

I will admit it, though.

I did encourage you.

Seemed to work, too. I mean, here we are.

I don't-- What do you mean?

Did you enjoy watching me undress?

Or in the shower?

-You-- -Daniel.

Who the fuck leaves their door open

when they shower?

Poor thing.

You must have thought all your Christmases

came at once.

Tell me, what did you think?

What did I think?

Of my body?

-Did you like it? -I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry-- -Don't fucking

apologize, Daniel!

You all apologize, and you never fucking mean it.

You should own your shit.

I don't blame you for looking at me.

For wanting me.

Or any other girl you jack off to.

Oh, speaking of which...

looks like...

I have your full...

...attention. Hmm.

What the fuck is going on?

Well, they do say

that under extreme circumstances

such as this, they say the body will become aroused.

Either that or it's the, uh, chemical cupid

I put in the drink.

So-- Anyway.

Let's make this look real.

Shall we?

- What are you doing? - Shh.

Shh.

Wow.

-That does not feel like B-roll. -Stop.

Dan, I'm going to have to ask you

to control yourself, okay?

Stop.

Or I'll have to use a knife.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It doesn't matter, anyway.

I should be flattered.

I don't blame you for looking at me.

I don't blame you for wanting me.

Just like I don't expect blame for what comes next.

Shh!

Emergency. What service?

Police, please. Hurry.

Police, okay.

Ma'am, remain calm.

What is your emergency?

Please help me.

My name is Rose Hepburn.

I'm-- I'm staying in the New Victoria Hotel

and I'm trapped inside the elevator with a man

who's been following me.

Please, please-- I think-- I think--

I think he has a-- has a knife.

You're trapped and a man has a knife?

Is that correct?

Ma'am?

Can you hear me, ma'am?

Rose?

Please stay on the li--

If there's one plus point

to being a woman...

it's that response times for ladies in distress

tend to be pretty quick,

so I would say, we don't have long to wait.

About ten minutes maybe?

- Oh, Daniel. - Please, stop.

Oh, what's the matter? What is it?

Stop.

Oh, I'm not doing anything

that your kind don't like to do

every single day.

You take.

You all take.

As if there's no other choice out there.

Everything you see,

you have to own.

Everyone you know, you have to win over.

Everything you create, you cater to yourselves.

I saw that in you from the very first time

I saw you following Alice.

Your poor mother, though.

I hadn't realized she was sick.

How was she going to explain

Alice's body buried outside your house?

Now she doesn't have to.

That's right.

I was there.

You see, behind every rumor,

and there are always, remember, rumors.

there's always a little bit of truth.

I am that truth.

I mean, it was self-defense, after all.

You were on top of me,

and you were trying to rape me,

and the knife just found my hand, and...

well, you know the rest.

Make you see stars.

Like you said...

you never know what you might...

catch.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

I'm no killer.

I'm just-- I'm just an ordinary girl.

See? I'm a better actress

than any of those people could possibly understand.

I've been acting my whole life.

"I love you."

"I need you."

"I've never seen one that big before."

See?

I can be very convincing.

They never see it coming.

Just like Alice.