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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.