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While Lord Macbeth ascends to greater rank,

in gloves of servitude we cook and scrub.

Ambition's not His Lordship's vice alone.

By the prancing of my thumbs, RUMBLING AND RATTLING

something wicked... GLASSES RATTLE

Sorry, aren't we doing the sound effects in post, or...?

Cut!

There shouldn't be any sound effects in this scene.

Oh, and, erm, Dante,

you know how I feel about your ad-libbing.

Ad-libbing?

Jennings is plotting murderous

revenge, why are his thumbs prancing?

Whatever! We have bigger things to be dealing with.

Ta-da. It's just a faulty speaker.

Please! I think you know what this is really about!

Everyone, reset!

Er, no don't reset, everyone.

Spare a thought for our lovely crew,

who deserve a safe working... SOMEONE YAWNS

I'm sorry, could you yawn any louder?

Who, me? Sorry.

"Who, me? Sorry."

He said sorry.

Oh, all the extras are going to speak now?

All the extras are going to speak now.

This curse has clearly driven everyone completely insane.

Martha, we need help.

Enough. This is my film.

And for the last time, there is no curse!

CLATTERS, GASPS

You were saying?

So, er... Martha Merlott.

- "Mer-low". - You're a writer-director?

I prefer 'auteur.

Tell us about this film you're auteuring.

It's my reimagining of the Bard's finest tragedy.

A tale of unchecked ambition within the Edwardian aristocracy.

Quite high brow then.

It's called Lord Macbeth versus the Martians!

Martians?

Aliens infiltrating

the household staff. It's a metaphor.

Sorry. You'll have to explain.

It's when one thing symbolises another.

Yeah, I know what a metaphor is, thanks.

Anyway, I'm days away from completing my magnum opus,

but it's been one freak accident after another.

Half my crew have walked out, including my First AD.

They are convinced the production is cursed.

Cursed? Oh, wow, because it's Macbeth?

Luella, we never speak that name.

It's superstitious nonsense.

Nonsense, yeah absolutely I agree, yeah.

Ridiculous. Bea Gardiner, RADA graduate slash receptionist.

So you want us to figure out what's going on

and stop all this talk about the curse?

You think I want you disrupting my production?

No. The studio insisted, it's their money at stake.

Right, well, we'll have to come and take a look around,

maybe talk to some of the crew.

But we can tread lightly. I'd appreciate that.

I could go undercover. Sorry, did I mention that I trained at RADA?

If it helps get my film in the can...

I'm sure we can find you a part. Right, then,

tomorrow. First call's 6am.

Call me the second that you get this,

something incredible is happening!

Oh, that's great. I've got no notes.

No Notes, except do it better, much better.

Completely differently, but the same. All right?

Grrr! Perfect.

The glamour of showbiz, eh?

- Didn't see you there. - Must be doingmy job then. Gwen Sharp.

Jasmine Van de Snood.

I thought I knew all the extras in the area.

So, how's filming going so far?

Long hours, miserable conditions,

and a director that forgets we

exist. But that's the job, isn't it?

Did you tell her about the curse? Don't scare another one off.

You guys are good at blending in. Really?

Maybe I'm not so useless at this. I'm Piglet. Long story.

First gig, by any chance?

Is it that obvious? My brother was an extra,

I'm following in his footsteps. It's... fun.

Sounds like a great film. Though I'm not sure I understand the plot.

Join the club. But we're not here to judge Martha's writing.

Gwen says it's a good story ruined by aliens.

Speaking of...

Round the rugged rocks the ragged rascals ran!

I'm looking for a volunteer

to help me learn my lines please. Now where is my trusty old maid?

You know my name, Dante.

We've worked together hundreds of times.

Sorry, Gwill, but human props don't really get names, do they?

Always happy to help.

Keep up the good work everybody. You're the real heroes, darling.

Oof... So, tell me about this curse.

You're joking, aren't ya? How can a clapperboard catch fire?

You see, some things just have no rational explanation.

Don't tell me you believe all this rubbish?

All I'm saying is someone cursed my aunt Jemima once.

Squirrels followed her about for a year.

- Your aunt Jemima is the squirrel lady? - Mm-hm.

- Thanks. - Yeah, cheers. - Thanks for your help.

Hey, watch.

Oh! I see you don't care about the planet.

What? Our zero-waste policy. Oi, you!

Sorry, I didn't see the... The four bins?

Our crew are desperate for some good karma.

Oh, don't worry. Nothing bad's happened since we arrived.

Just wait.

Things tend to fall apart right after lunch.

That's convenient timing.

Do you fancy a lunchtime stakeout?

Is that a euphonism?

No, I meant an actual steak. Oh, yeah.

This just gets better and better. I know, it's not very fair, is it?

But it does keep some of the weirdos out, so difficult.

I'm Dante Weathers. I know what you're thinking,

"he's a very famous film star", but just relax.

Treat me like you would anyone else.

Ah, yeah, OK, cool. Sure. I take it you're the lead?

Bingo. No, no, I'm not. That would be Lord Macbeth,

actually. Hello, darling.

He must not have seen me. No, I play Jennings,

the butler. It's just a few scenes,

but it's all everybody's talking about.

Should be 50 exactly.

Sorry, took ages taking out all the green ones.

Yes. But I did say in my trailer though,

didn't I? Damn! Sorry, excuse us.

Again? Why me?

You care about your future, don't you?

Mm!

- You OK?Yeah. - That guy's the worst.

Yeah. Someone needs to remind him of his place.

Says the lowly extra.

Hey, you should come eat with the rest of us.

We've got a little spot behind the toilets.

Oh... Yeah, OK. Yeah.

That sounds lovely.

MOBILE ALERT I'll meet you there.

Hey, Seb.

I called as soon as I could, everything OK?

Yeah, no, sorry.

I got carried away with visions of movie stardom.

"Movie stardom"... Are you making a film too?

Yeah, or so I thought. Turns out I'm just

a human meat prop. What's with the balls?

Oh, balls no. This is for a stunt.

You get to shoot your own stunts? Hollywood's amazing!

It really is. Everyone's so nice,

and I'm learning so much. Mind you, it's not all easy,

it's hard work too. Water, with twist of lime, thanks.

Meanwhile, I'm sat around bored all day in these stupid itchy gloves.

At least you can take them off between takes.

I'm sewn into this monstrosity.

Anyway, how are Frank and Lu? Not too much bickering, I hope?

They're great. Cassius got Luella into something called padel.

No idea what it is, but she's got her own racket.

And Frank's super relaxed with Annie around.

Frank's seeing someone too? Aw! My babies are growing up.

"Hi, I'm Zylon, from the planet Gloobar.

"Into the black hole. Into the black hole!"

"Earth has been conquered.

"There was no intelligent lifeforms found."

"Must investigate further,

"salt and vinegar chips salt and vinegar chips."

"Entering cave now."

We should probably... Yeah, the investigation, yeah.

So, what we are looking at here are three months

of mayhem, really we've got the cockroach infestation,

rogue smoke machines, a runaway toilet trailer,

so I'm not gonna wee until I get home.

Nah, it's probably just some prankster making mischief.

You don't know that, do you? I mean,

I know you don't believe in this curse, but... Frank.

...mischief in progress.

Right, that's it. Your reign of terror is over.

Oh, you two are the best we could get,

were you? Well, this is my trailer.

The sign on the door said "costume storage".

It was a costume storage. Until I told Martha,

that a star needs his own private sanctuary.

You didn't fancy using the door then?

What if the handle were to shock me?

Hm? What if the step were

to collapse again? This curse is targeting me.

Have you never thought that it's maybe someone trying to trick you?

That's a good point, like a jealous rival?

Who do we this it is,

say it with me, one, two, three, Lady Macbeth!

We don't know yet.

Right, we could we maybe think about it then,

please, because I'm about to film

the most intense scene of my life and I need total serenity.

OK... We'll leave you to it then, sorry.

Finally, our time to shine. Or, you know, blend in.

Jasmine... Sorry. Break a leg, guys.

She's playing a corpse. HE CHUCKLES

Oh, look who's decided to show up.

Maybe you might learn your lines, this time?

Barely. No thanks to you, changing my dialogue.

What? Why would I change perfection?

Sorry, are you being serious?

Piglet, darling, go and get my script.

- No, no, no. - No-one's going anywhere.

Sorry, should I...?

Piglet, grow a backbone.

You ought to be careful how you treat the cast.

We're a talkative bunch.

I'm so sorry. Let's get on with this.

Turn over.269, take one.

And... action.

So, we must bear the cost of His Lordship's ambition?

No longer...

I will take off these shackles of servitude.

And go into stasis...

...until my kind hath obliterated the human race.

I'm ready.

Haaa...

WHIRRING, DANTE WHIMPERS AND YELPS

No! The plasma tube!

Sabotaged! Curse thee, Lord Macbeth!

Cut! Why is a dead maid moving?

I'm a shape-shifting Martian. So, I was thinking like,

in death, my body loses its rigidity. No? Er, I just stay still?

The next person that ruins

a take is never gonna work in this industry again!

Right, let's reset.

Dante, out. Out! Go on, yes, get him out.

We're going again. Dante?

SCREAMS

SIREN

Martha's taken everyone outside.

I've asked Bea to keep watch. What do we think happened?

Asphyxiation. Trapped without oxygen.

There was no handle on the inside.

Oh, no, that's awful!

Yeah. Someone blocked the air holes.

There's something on his shoe.

"Know thy place"?

Some kind of threat?

Hmm, maybe...

How's this for a threat?

If you don't get off my crime scene in

the next ten seconds, I'll have you dragged out.

Good to see you too.

You should be nicer to your star witnesses.

Star? You saw this happen? And you didn't help him?

Yeah. We thought he was acting.

10, nine, eight, seven, six...

Oh, he can count!

Get out!

Great news, everyone!

The studio have given us one last day to finish the film.

Obviously, we're all heartbroken,

but I can sense Dante smiling down on us.

And reminding us that no-one gets paid till we wrap.

GASPS She can't be serious?

You don't seem surprised.

30 years in background work, I've never known

a director let tragedy stand in the way of their film.

Oh, auditions to replace Dante are open

to... literally anyone with a pulse.

You should take a look at this.

Recovered from the bushes last night.

- Ooh, you been sneaking through the bushes. - Super glue?

That'll be what they used to fill the air holes.

Yeah. No fingerprints, sadly.

But I do have some intel on a possible suspect.

What's this? Joseph Keeler is helping us?

Why, wouldn't I? You're here investigating a curse,

and I'm investigating a murder, so...

Oh, yeah... Hilarious.

Oh, Frank. Cassius says,

you know, we need to look after the planet."Look after the planet. Save the planet."

The bin is only over there.

Yeah, well, I was going to, erm, do that. It's just, erm...

Keeler can laugh all he likes, we're all after the same person.

Exactly. Well, according to this log,

the stasis pod was only left unattended over lunch.

We got sidetracked with Dante.

Yeah. If this saboteur keeps missing meals,

surely someone's gonna notice?

Not if it's an extra,

we're not welcome on the big fancy dining bus.

Or the director, she never takes breaks.

Well, it won't be Martha, will it? She's our client.

No, the studio is.

Martha didn't want us sniffing around, remember?

She did clash with Dante yesterday.

Something about her changing his lines.

Worth looking into. See if you can find his script.

On it. And I should probably audition for his part.

Get closer to the action! Right, yeah... No.

You stay with the extras.

See if any of them have a grudge against the victim.

Actually, there is someone.

It was nothing. Just the pecking order.

Sounds like Dante made you his errand boy.

Fetching drinks and cleaning trailers is

a lot easier than being a background artist.

It was more than a few chores though, wasn't it, Piglet?

Someone saw you arguing yesterday. What was that all about?

The new extra.

Dante wanted me to search her bags. What, Jasmine?

Yeah.

Why? Why her?

Apparently, she went to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts.

Dante said it's a dog-eat-dog industry.

Everyone was a threat, unless you've got something on them.

He wanted you to dig up dirt on your colleagues?

I didn't have a choice. I can't lose this job.

Why? You don't seem like you enjoy it.

My brother Zachary was a background actor.

He died last year.

I just want to make him proud.

I'm sorry.

So, Dante exploited your grief.

No wonder you wanted

to "remind him of his place". Familiar words?

I don't know what that is. I didn't kill him!

I just wanted him to remember he used to be one of us!

What, Dante was an extra?

He acted like that part was written for him,

but until two weeks ago, Jennings was a middle-aged woman.

Gotcha! Ooh!

The detective said this trailer's off limits, especially to nosy PIs.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I wasn't investigating. I was... rehearsing.

We use digital scripts now. Zero waste.

Though, I can't see why an extra would need one.

To audition... for Jennings?

"To Hell with thee, Macbeth.

"Our sweat drips through thy floorboards like

"the sands of the hourglass."

So, Dante was like an extra for ten years,

and then he suddenly gets a speaking part

and he thinks he's the big cheese.

I'd love a big piece of cheese.

Oh, yeah. A nice wedge of Wensleydale.

- Some stringy mozzarella. - Mm!

Stinky Stinking Bishop. Oh, hey. Where've you been?

And what's with the new costume?

Long story. OK, check this out. So...

Dante's digital script, and here's a paper version. Look.

- Jennings's lines don't match. - Mm-hm.

Someone pretending to be from

the production emailed Dante a new version of the script,

so he'd learn the wrong lines. No!

Shame there's no way of knowing who really sent it.

Maybe we could get Spider to check the IP thingamabob?

Yeah. Or we could just go phishing?

You mean like with a rod and some worms?

We've got Dante's iPad, we could just email them back.

Ah, you mean "phishing", ph-ishing. Good work that. That's good.

BEEPING

Everything all right, Gwen?

You look like you've been emailed by a ghost.

It was a simple trick. But Dante wasn't the brightest.

Thank you. But he was very ambitious though, wasn't he?

Most extras dreaming of Hollywood don't survive a year.

Nothing could deter Dante.

Not even a part written for a woman.

Apparently, Jennings used to be a housekeeper?

That poor actress, she resigned with stress.

And there were so many scenes to reshoot,

there was no time for another casting call.

And an extra would do it for peanuts, right?

We've heard that the previous actress was the same age and size as you,

so surely you were the obvious choice.

I was the only choice!

Wardrobe were fitting me with a costume,

when we got the call to say Martha was "going in another direction".

Dante's direction. That must have stung?

Well, you have to be thick skinned

to survive this business as long as I have.

Yeah, years waiting in the background, unappreciated.

And then your moment comes along, and Dante steals it.

I like my job. But yes, it would've been nice to be seen, just for once.

So, you didn't try and win the part by getting Dante sacked?

I just changed a few lines, that's all.

And when that didn't work, you took it up a notch?

If I'd have wanted the part, I would have said yes when

Martha offered it to me this morning.

Martha offered you the part and you said no? Why?

This is who I am. Besides,

Jennings turning out to be a Martian was beyond ridiculous!

BOTH: Mm. Listen,

if we have any more questions can we find you later on?

I'll be on set,

reshooting with Dante's replacement.

Oh, yes, who did Martha choose in the end?

Gracious, my lady,

I shall see a feast prepared

for His Lordship's promotion. May it be his last.

Cut! Perfect, Jasmine. Take five while we reset.

That was amazing! You're a natural! I know, right?

Clearly some things are more important than catching a killer.

It was an accident. I didn't know I was the only one to audition.

I thought you were brilliant. Stop!

All right, I know I messed up, but there's no need to get physical.

It's a good job I did - look.

You could've broken your neck.

Do you think it's the part that's cursed?

First it came for Dante, now me?

No. I think the killer isn't finished,

and you should've been watching the suspects.

I'm really sorry. I'll give up the role.

No, I think that would make people suspicious.

Then what can I do to help?

Just, keep your eyes peeled.

Careful!

BUMPING AND CRASHING Ooh!

- Oh, no! - Can we get a medic to setplease, bottom of the stairs?

Are you all right?

At least he's conscious, poor lad. Oh, no, here comes Inspector Clouseau.

Who? I think I'm a bit young for that joke.

Right. Lighting crew say those cables are always clamped down.

So whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.

Yeah, we got that, thanks.

Just checking you know it's a person, and not an evil spirit.

Yeah, we know there's no curse. Any proof?

You're no closer to solving this crime than we are.

Actually, I'm pretty close. I've got some pretty vital information.

What kind of vital information?

Well, I hear you've got a bit of a problem with recycling.

- That was a misunderstanding. - Mm...

He's a climate change denier.

Hey, I'm down to two showers a week, thank you.

Let's go and see our great auteur. Do you know,

if Martha's so precious about this script...?

- Why change the housekeeper to a butler? - Exactly.

Fine. Dante and I slept together. I was in the hotel bar,

I was tired, I was stressed, he bought me a drink.

We ended up in my room. Sorry to be blunt,

but I have five hours to finish my magnum opus.

So, were you and Dante an item? With an extra? No!

It was a drunken mistake. For me anyway.

I'm guessing Dante wanted something more? The Jennings role maybe?

He threatened to report me. Yeah... Powerful,

talented, beautiful,

mature director takes advantage of young,

helpless extra.

The studio don't want another scandal.

Surely they wouldn't boot you off your own film?

Maybe not, but with these curse rumours...

They threatened to bring in some "experienced hands" to help me.

Isn't help a good thing?

My last film was a fiasco!

I need to show those critics exactly what I'm capable of.

Right, so when Dante started changing his lines

and challenging you, that just made you feel powerless?

Actors, eh?

It's your masterpiece. I mean,

Dante was just a lowly extra who... didn't know his place.

I will do anything to finish my film.

But murdering my cast hardly helps

my cause, does it? Are we done here?

You sure we should be in here?

You're my guests. And I say, Extras are people too.

I know you said you're not hungry, but you need fuel.

Thanks. I wouldn't want to get my gloves dirty.

Honestly? I don't know how you can eat,

when you know what scene we're filming next.

Feels wrong, doesn't it?

You guys'll be fine,

it's me who's got to get in the stasis pod.

If I was Martha, I'd cut the whole scene. It doesn't make sense.

Thank you!

Also, wouldn't someone notice a giant stasis pod in the library?

And a Martian that survives the Earth's atmosphere,

and then why does it die the moment its plasma tube...

I can't believe I'm debating this nonsense!

Ah, it's actually quite decent.

Thanks for not letting the role go to your head.

Even though you're nailing it!

Thanks, Piglet.

How come you didn't audition?

Background acting's hard enough.

One minute you're invisible,

the next they're yelling at you for breathing.

Can't have helped being Dante's gofer?

It wasn't so bad.

I used to love running errands for Zachary.

Your brother was a good man.

- You knew him? - Yeah, we all did, we all worked together.

He and Dante, they used to go up for the same gigs.

No wonder Dante was always looking over his shoulder.

He abused his power over Piglet, stole Gwen's big break,

and blackmailed the director.

Is a one-night-stand really that serious?

- I mean, flings happen in every workplace. - Not ours.

Well, that's cos my colleague showers twice a week.

I give all the key areas a daily scrub.

Do you though? Yes. With a flannel.

Anyway, I'm not sure that Martha's told us the whole truth.

Dante did like digging the dirt, didn't he?

Maybe he found out something else about her.

Guys, I've cracked it. Dante had a rival extra,

Piglet's brother. What if Dante was involved in his death?

Were they together when he died?

All I know is that it happened during Martha's last film shoot.

What, "The Space Zombie Next Door"?

She said it was a fiasco. Did she?

It's doesn't seem to be on Dante's credits.

Extras hardly ever get credited.

Really? Ah, well, how will we know if he was in it?

Streaming service and a bag of popcorn?

Yes. I bet they've got wi-fi in those trailers.

Yeah. You coming, Bea? Oh, no,

you've got your big death scene, haven't you?

Actually, I'm not sure I should go through with it.

Oh, why not? You'll be great.

Don't worry, they've fixed the holes. Go for it!

Good luck. Break a leg. Obviously, don't break one.

- What do I do, Seb? - I feel sick.

I'm a trifle befuddled.

You've just bagged a named part in a movie!

I know, this is the dream. But you know,

the curse, all these accidents a lot of red flags.

"These late eclipses in the sun

"and moon portend no good to us." Buzzy, buzzy Bea.

Sometimes dreams don't turn out exactly as we'd imagined.

I'm making a Hollywood blockbuster, and my face won't even be in it.

You said that was for a stunt?

Meet...

...Badger Boy. An entirely digitised superhero.

THEY BOTH LAUGH

It's still an amazing job though.

It's my big break, I wouldn't change it for the world.

And neither, should you!

Thanks, Seb. You know, I'm probably just paranoid

because the last actor was murdered horrifically filming this exact scene.

Oh, I've got to go. Love you. Bye.

Sorry... Bea... SIGNAL CUTTING OUT

Martha's looking for you. Ready for your big moment?

FRANK LAUGHS AT FILM

I worry about you, Frank. What?

Because this is possibly one of the worst films I've ever seen.

No, hang on. That's Dante,

That's Gwen, and they're space zombies.

Piglet's brother's one of these kangaroo robot things.

Yeah, it really is a stinker, isn't it?

It says here in this article,

that Piglet's brother died of a brain tumour.

So there's nothing suspicious about that.

So much for Bea's revenge theory.

Wow! The only stinker here is Martha's writing.

Yeah. Well, the critics were brutal. Listen to this...

"The space zombies themselves couldn't have penned

"a more braindead script." Ouch.

How do you go from sci-fi pap to adapting Shakespeare?

- Shakespeare with Martians. - Yeah...

Do you know what?

I don't even think there's any Martians in this script.

And the title page is missing.

Oh, missed a bit.

Oh, why would they rip it all to shreds?

Good question. Hey,

shall we take a trip to the recycling bins?

Ah, you finally caring about the planet.

Oh, no, I get it. Get more bits find more bits.

- Yeah. - Sorry.

One last scene,

and then the engravers can get started on my Oscar.

Aren't you a bit weirded out by this?

Oh...

I can still picture him trapped in there,

writhing around in agony as his lungs filled with...

I-I remember.

Aw! You're gonna be fine. I inspected this pod myself.

Turn over...

and...

...action!

So we must bear the cost of His Lordship's ambition?

Nay, I cast off these shackles of servitude!

Hang on, another blank piece. It's like looking for

a needle in a haystack.

Ouch.

What?

The needle.

This was never about Dante, he was just collateral damage.

So the whole cast and crew have been in danger.

BOTH: Bea!

Curse thou, Macbeth.

Wait, guys... Can you let me out?

Cut! For goodness' sake!

- No, keep rolling. - That's not acting, she's dying in there!

It's all right Bea, we're here.

It's OK. Breath... Breath, you're safe now.

The air holes are fine. There was a spider in there.

What, that thing there?

That'll do no harm to anybody!

Idiots. I'm surrounded by imbeciles!

I don't care about spiders.

I don't care if the set burns down.

I don't care how many of you die today, we're finishing this film...

Wait, where are you going? No. Reset... Reset!

Look, no, come back. I-I...

I'm sorry.

Please?

When I first asked you about your film,

you called it...

..."a tale of unchecked ambition within the Edwardian hierarchy".

It's ironic, isn't it,

that the real unchecked ambition was unfolding behind the camera?

Talk about Shakespearean.

And naturally, it all started with a script.

I'm guessing Dante found this in your hotel room?

First draft, only the title page doesn't have your name on it.

So what if I didn't write the first draft,

I made it my own with the Martian subplot.

But Dante said the studio wouldn't see it that way.

I'm just saying, think of the sequel potential,

if Jennings were to survive. I'm not changing my ending!

Oh, it's your ending, is it? Your ending? Hm?

You're not going to ruin this for me.

You don't think I haven't made copies?

Know Thy Place? It wasn't a threat,

it was the title of the screenplay.

We found it on Dante's shoe. It was quite hard

to put it together without all the pieces.

It was me.

I swept up those scraps when

I was cleaning his trailer. I'm sorry.

Don't be, it's fine. Lucky for us, it's a zero-waste set.

"A screenplay... by Gwen Sharp."

An extra? I've never even met her.

I've been in three of your films, you patronising snob!

No wonder you were so good at rewriting Dante's lines.

You were an aspiring scriptwriter?

It was just a hobby.

But when we were filming her space zombie guff...

- Masterpiece! - I thought... If that got made, why not yours?

So I put the script on Martha's desk.

A year later, I get this gig.

And then I don't realise till the camera's rolling.

Realised what?

That she'd stolen all your hard work?

Butchered it, more like. Martians?!

It's a metaphor!

I just wanted some credit.

Some recognition, for once in my life.

More smoke. Fill the place with smoke.

Excuse me... No, you're not getting a line.

I don't want a line, I want to talk.

Well, I'm busy. Well, you'll have to make time. It's about the screenplay.

Oh, you think I'm gonna take script notes from a random extra?

Oh, so I'm the unqualified one? Funny that,

because I wrote a film a lot like...

Brutal honesty, love, right? At your age,

if you had any real talent,

you wouldn't still be demeaning yourself for a living.

Oi... Oi.

Put this maid back in the pen with the others, will you?

No-one would've believed I'd written a script. "A human prop".

So you decided to destroy the production from the inside.

Scatter a few cockroaches, loosen some bolts,

tamper with the smoke machine... That was all you?

Course not!

But like you said, nothing stops a director from finishing a film.

Not even suffocating

an actor by glueing up his air holes.

- No. - You didn't mean for Danteto die, did you?

You just wanted to scare him.

I heard that detective,

he said there was no fingerprints on the glue. There is no evidence!

Actually, a friend said something to me yesterday - at least

I could take my gloves off between scenes.

You arrived in costume this morning. You haven't touched your lunch.

And even if you'd wanted this role,

you wouldn't have been able

to do Jennings's final act of defiance.

Super glue!

I took it off to unscrew the cap.

There should have been a handle on the inside.

This is all your fault!

You made me kill him!

Say something! SHE SOBS

Some first gig, eh?

Just glad it's over.

Plus I don't think I got the background acting gene.

I sure your brother would be happier if you followed your own path.

You're probably right. Plus,

I found the perfect job online - an actor's personal assistant.

Aw! Look after yourself, Piglet.

I'll tell the studio about our little misunderstanding.

Maybe I can wangle you a co-writing credit?

It's over, Martha. I bet you don't even know my name.

Do you know what's bothering me?

Apart from the whole Martian metaphor thing?

Well, there is that. Gwen clearly lost control,

sabotaged everything she could, but why didn't she go after Martha?

SHE SNIFFS Anyone else smell smoke?

It's ticking. Throw it away.

Not to me. I don't want it!

Watch out!

Well, this is awkward.

Bravo, bravo. So close to some actual credibility.

You know, you should stick to curse-busting.

Leave the real work to the professionals...

SPLODGE

LAUGHTER You've, erm...

you've got a little something on your cheek. A little bit of...

LAUGHTER

It's a good day.

Aw, Sebastian, it's so lovely to catch up.

You have to come visit.

Plenty of room for all, new sweethearts included,

In my tiny studio apartment.

Is no-one gonna mention the bright green leotard?

Oh, sorry, couldn't quite hear that, breaking up.

FAKES BAD SIGNAL NOISES Bea, so sorry about your film debut.

Guess it just wasn't meant to be. But I did kinda crack the case.

I mean, seriously, He looks like a runner bean.

Frank, OK... A, It is not a leotard,

it is a motion capture suit.

And, B, they can't get me

out of it. I finished my scenes an hour ago.

Oh, no. How will you wee?

With great indignity. I must have expanded,

all this delicious catering. Ooh, here comes my saviour with

the scissors. Got to go, love you all.

Love you too, Bye... Bye, bye, bye.

Hot in here, get some breeze going up, would be nice.

Oh, we can still see you.

Be gentle, Sadie.

Sebastian?

I think you pressed the wrong button.

Stupid balls in the way. It's very hot under here.

Aaaahhh...

Avert your eyes!

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