Casting Kill (2023) Movie Script
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(engines humming) (horns honking)
(footsteps plodding)
Welcome back to the smoke,
but next time come to my place.
Cameras are everywhere, Thursday, 10:00 PM.
(bag rustling)
Always a pleasure.
(footsteps plodding)
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(door clattering)
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(door clicking shut) (footsteps plodding)
(door clattering and squeaking)
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(door slamming)
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(switch clicking)
(hanger clacking)
(box clattering)
(notepad thudding) (pen thudding)
(poster rustling)
[Arthur] Well, this
place is somewhat modest
but kind of cozy, wouldn't you say?
Anyhow, with $44 million
investment in redevelopment
at Scottsfell, I guess I can put up
with a little discomfort.
Amazing, and when I saw the casting call,
I was, like, so totally recognizing.
And I felt like it was really
me and where I needed to be.
To be honest, I was, like,
so totally, "Wow." (laughs)
Yes, "Wow."
And with my position as CEO of casting,
I'm looking to nurture the very
best emerging personalities.
And one thing I am very
good at is spotting fresh talent.
Well, of course.
You see, it's all about
forging relationships,
looking ahead, and
identifying a clear talent map.
And I see myself cultivating new voices
and the next generation
of movie greats in acting.
Exactly.
I'll do just about anything to
Yes, very well. (Piano keys chiming)
So, let's see what you're about, shall we?
Yes.
I'm going to ask you
to perform your lines,
and I want you to think
about the motivation of the character.
(laughing) Okay.
Something funny?
No, I... (dramatic music)
Well, no, you're doing it again,
aren't you? (Jodie laughs)
Why is what I'm saying so damn funny?
(dramatic music)
Don't you laugh at me.
No, don't try backpedaling.
I know what's going on in
that vindictive mind of yours.
Quit it, now.
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This isn't a fucking joke.
I'll make it so you never laugh again.
(Arthur grunting) (chair clattering)
(doll thudding) (dramatic music continues)
(Arthur growling)
(engine humming)
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(door clattering)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
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(paper rustling)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you.
And your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
[Arthur] Leave your things on the table.
- Eddie.
- No personal possessions
Don't go out in the
streets... within reach.
- With that gun.
- No scripts, please.
You know the cops are after you.
Well, this place is
basic by my standards,
but with $44 million
investment in redevelopment
at Scottsfell, I'll make do for now.
You found it okay then?
Well, it was a bit
confusing with the, um
Good, with my position as
CEO of casting for the studio,
I'm looking to nurture the
very best emerging talent.
And one thing I am very good
at is discovering new personalities
with whom our studio transforms into stars.
I prefer not to think of
myself as a gatekeeper,
more a dream maker.
Ready?
Mm-hmm.
Action.
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but I'm your brother.
(dramatic music)
Don't make me take you down.
[Capstone] And again.
Uh, can you do an American accent?
Mm.
[Capstone] Eyes straight ahead.
Go again.
(David sniffing)
Ad-lib if you have to.
You're gonna have
to put the gun down (zipper whizzing)
And come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you. (Zipper whizzing)
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
(footsteps plodding)
You're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you are my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
Good effort.
You're done.
We'll call.
(dramatic music)
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
(gun clanking)
Never, even for fun,
point a gun at anyone.
We'll call.
(gun clanking)
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
I like your style, Victoria,
something about you, a presence.
Many actors lack that.
And for a girl so young, I'm impressed.
Woman.
(dramatic music)
Excuse me?
I'm 25 years old.
I'm a woman, not a girl.
Yes, of course, silly me, woman.
I feel you could be a bit
more relaxed in your delivery.
Let's try something.
Pull up a chair.
(footsteps plodding) (notepad thudding)
Close your eyes.
(chair creaking)
Now, deep breath in and
out. (Dramatic music continues)
Good.
Now keep your eyes closed.
Don't open them until I say.
Now, deliver your lines.
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
[Arthur] Again.
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
(door clattering) (passersby laughing)
That's it.
We'll call.
(footsteps plodding)
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Tell me, why do you wanna be an actor?
Okay, let's cut to the chase.
What genre of film gives you a hard-on?
You do know what a hard-on is, don't you?
Uh, well, something important,
a story that needs to be told.
Interesting.
(pen etching)
(footsteps plodding)
So, I'm looking for either an athletic man
with piercing eyes and charisma
or a seductress with manipulative charms.
Tell me, was there some
confusion with your application?
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I like your bracelet.
Brigitte Devereaux-Jones.
Yes, and thank you for
pronouncing my name so beautifully.
French?
Oui.
Belle.
(Brigitte laughs)
Merci.
(Arthur speaking French)
Ah, you speak French?
(Arthur speaking French)
You are fluent. I am sure.
(Brigitte speaking French)
I am very impressed.
Well, let's just see how
much you impress me, shall we?
When you're ready. (Gentle music)
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
Belle.
(Brigitte laughs)
(Brigitte speaking French)
(door clattering)
(latch clicking)
(rain pattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(metal clanging)
I've never known
such a miserable climate.
Swear I'm coming down with pneumonia.
I can't get it fixed, squire.
Typical.
You know they found
a young lass butchered
down here around the time of the Ripper.
(dramatic music)
Did not know that.
I reckon that's why no one's
ever done anything with it.
It's like the walls have
absorbed the horror
of what went down, and
folks are repelled by it.
Don't think it was the Ripper, mind.
They thought it was a copycat.
Anyway, still a good place to stash a body.
Mm.
Is that all then?
Yes, but, uh, don't
forget to lock the door
before you leave.
I don't want any stray actors wandering
through here before the next casting.
Now, listen, have you seen a
jeweled pen about the place?
It's vintage and belonged to my mother.
It's worth over $100.
I haven't seen nothing, squire.
Well, keep an eye out for it.
I want it back.
Course.
I'm curious.
You people find joy in your work?
(laughing) I mean, there you are looking
like you've just crawled out of a sewer.
What drives you?
It's a job.
Rather work than not.
But at the studio, we
have big deals going through,
sets to build, A-list stars to meet.
It's invigorating,
glamorous, but you, this.
Love working with my hands.
Oh, don't tell me.
You're happy.
Well, I suppose I am.
Yeah, whatever.
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(paper rustling)
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station.
Eddie, this is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
Jesus H. Christ.
Thank you.
(footsteps plodding)
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How are you feeling?
Okay.
Nervous?
Not at all.
What did I say?
No scripts. (Paper rustling)
Fidget with this instead and proceed.
(gun clanking)
(Mark exhaling)
You're gonna have to
put down the gun, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Please don't make me take you down.
And again, uh, eyes straight ahead.
Don't stop until I tell you,
and, uh, try some improvisation.
You're gonna have to
put down the gun, Eddie.
This is not you.
This place, the pimps, the narcotics,
you're washed up and wasted.
I know I'm cop, but I'm your brother.
Please don't make me take you down.
Terrific.
We'll call.
(gun thudding)
(cash rustling)
(box clattering)
(latch clicking)
(bag thudding)
(door clattering)
(siren wailing)
(gentle music) (footsteps plodding)
Nora Cage.
(footsteps plodding)
(door creaking)
Leave your belongings on the table.
No scripts, please.
(footsteps plodding)
(bag thudding)
(coat rustling)
(coat thudding)
Take a seat, Nora.
(footsteps plodding)
What kind of movies do you like to watch,
and what genre of film
would you like to work in?
I'm really into horror,
I mean, totally into it.
We don't do horror.
It's tacky.
Well, I've done a few smart horror films
with strong characters
and a deeper message reflecting society.
I've yet to be killed in
one, though (laughs).
I'd love to be murdered in a film.
Interesting.
Right, audition time.
Let's do a few relaxation
exercises to prepare you.
Close your eyes.
Now, I want you to imagine you're floating
in a warm sea of blue
away from all the stresses of the world.
Imagine you're capable of
anything, that you can fly,
that you can achieve the impossible.
Now, deep breath in and
relax. (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(metronome clicking)
(dramatic music)
(Nora gagging) (metronome clicking)
(Arthur grunting) (metronome clicking)
(Nora gasping)
(Arthur wheezing) (metronome clicking)
(car beeping)
(gentle music)
(door buzzing)
(latch clicking) (door squeaking)
Arthur Capstone?
(box clattering)
(pizza crunching) (gentle music continues)
(feet thudding)
(feet shuffling)
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(shoe thudding)
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(bag rasping)
(zipper whizzing)
People, my people, I stand before you
for another performance
of this famed production,
which I strive to make
unique and relevant to you
despite the toil and relentlessness
that Broadway demands.
I give to you my all, you
people of different genders,
cultures, backgrounds,
political allegiances,
and artistic tastes and differences,
all swayed by your upbringing, your family,
not the least your life experiences,
which have, no doubt, comprised
their own terrible hardships and strife
as, like me, you bumble
along a dark and crumbling road
to some resemblance of light,
faint and flickering though it may be.
(audience chattering indistinctly)
But most of all, I stand
before you as a woman,
and I suffer no hindrance
from patriarchy or oppression,
for I am stronger and more formidable
than any lowly man could ever imagine.
In my performance this night,
every night, I bear my soul
as if tomorrow were
the end of all that I am
and all that we are.
Indeed, I hold you to my
bosom and pour out my love
on this stage as only a woman can.
People, my people, I am your servant.
I am woman.
(audience cheering) (dramatic music)
(audience continues cheering)
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(dramatic music) (birds chirping)
(church bell chiming)
(bed creaking)
Hello.
Hello, Mr. Capstone?
(door squeaking)
Sorry to bother you, sir.
Um, my name is Peter.
How did you get in?
The door was unlocked.
I, I knocked, but
I don't have any Peter
scheduled for today,
and I can't fit you in.
I'm very busy.
I, I'm not an actor.
I, um, I'm looking for my girlfriend, Nora.
She came here for an
audition yesterday evening
but didn't come home.
I was wondering if you
might be able to help.
Well, I auditioned many actors yesterday.
I, I understand, but, um,
her name is Nora Cage.
Uh, I don't know if you remember her.
She's, uh, she's quite striking.
Um, yeah, she, she never came home,
and, um, I'm, I'm getting pretty worried.
Are you sure she attended the audition?
I drove her here myself,
and she said she was gonna go
to the supermarket and
then take the Tube home.
You called the police?
Not yet.
Parents, friends?
Nora's from Chicago.
She has no family here,
and she has no friend she would've gone to.
So, you haven't contacted anybody
about the fact your girlfriend is missing?
I was hoping you might be
able to tell me something of use
that I could go to the police with.
Let me have a look at the picture.
(footsteps plodding)
Nora, yes, I do remember her.
I may be able to help you.
First things first.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering and squeaking)
Wait here. (Footsteps plodding)
Come down, this way.
You want me to follow you?
[Arthur] Yes.
Please, is there anything you can tell me
to help me find Nora?
I think I know where Nora is.
Where?
That's not something I can tell you.
I have to show you.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(zipper whizzing)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(knife slicing)
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(Arthur breathing heavily)
(footsteps plodding)
(door buzzing)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
Tell me why you wanna be an actor.
Don't edit yourself.
I prefer honesty.
I was 10 years old when I was cast
in a school musical production.
I was told I had a natural gift.
I remember a description of brilliance,
so I believe to be a
great actor is my destiny.
(Arthur laughing)
10 years old, and yet
with all that brilliance,
still an unknown name.
I've been honing my craft,
man, building my resume.
I'm ready, and I'll go to the ends
of the Earth to fulfill my dream.
Fact, when mothers tell
their children they're brilliant,
they're not necessarily
coming from a good place.
Our mothers can harbor a kind of jealousy
that cuts to the soul.
Nature does not necessarily
grant unconditional love.
It wasn't my mother who told me.
Nevertheless, you
fit the profile we seek.
At Scottsfell Studios,
we've set up an intubator
for new talent where we can foster
and nurture the very best emerging voices.
Incubator.
Excuse me?
Incubator.
You said intubator.
Intubate, which is when they stick a tube
down your throat to get air inside.
I know that 'cause my sister's a nurse,
but I think you mean incubator.
Oh, so you're a smart ass.
Quite the linguist, aren't we?
I meant nothing by it.
Just a technicality, that's all.
So, English.
You speak any other
languages, French, Spanish?
No?
I, of course, speak fluent
French and Spanish.
(Arthur speaking bad Spanish)
(Domenic speaking fluent Spanish)
I detest liars.
I never said I wasn't a Spanish speaker.
I'm an actor, man.
A simple look or shift
in body language can
transmit words unspoken
that are interpreted as intended.
I was simply acting, man.
I think we should move on.
Let's do a relaxation exercise.
What kind of exercise?
I'm, I'm ready to perform my piece.
Meditation, close your eyes.
I think I'd rather go
straight into the audition.
This is part of the audition.
Oh, does the character meditate?
Oh, do you think he meditates?
(clicks tongue) I
don't see it's relevant.
Your time is running out
and so is my patience, boy.
Simply questioning the logic
of meditating at an audition.
Once you see what I
can do, you'll understand.
I'll understand what, your brilliance?
Oh, okay.
Off you go.
Oh, now you want to meditate?
Just getting into character, man.
Get on with it.
(chair creaking)
(footsteps plodding)
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
[Arthur] You're free to go (sighing).
Will I get a callback?
Well, you'll hear from
me if that's the case.
When?
In good time.
Thanks very much for the opportunity,
and I look forward to
hearing from you soon.
(hands smacking)
(footsteps plodding)
(gentle music)
Hey, Ruby.
Didn't recognize you there.
You here for the audition?
What else?
Can I, uh, bum one of those?
It's my last one.
Had to cut back.
They're getting way too expensive.
Ugh, tell me about it, sucks, right?
Did you get that last gig,
the Dickens adaptation?
I was completely the wrong playing age,
my agent did nothing but waste my time
and money sending me to that.
They liked to tick boxes, fill the rota.
Make out like they're
actually working for you.
Don't think this guy
even went through agents.
Cool jacket, by the way, looks expensive.
It's not mine.
Borrowed it for the audition.
Have to give the impression
you're hot even if you're not.
Fake it till you make it, eh?
How did the audition go?
Yeah, I should get the callback.
You said that about
the last gig we were at.
They chose the wrong actor.
(Ruby laughs)
100%.
What's he like, this,
uh, Arthur Capstone?
Strange guy, can't quite figure him out.
He wanted me to meditate.
- Meditate?
- Mm-hmm.
Fucking weird.
I hear it's a studio movie, right?
(Ruby sighs)
I can't live with my parents forever.
I will do do anything.
Anything?
Almost anything, although
I'm not keen on kissing.
You know my friend, Amelia, the porn star?
So, she said that doggy
style is always best
with her co-stars because
then she doesn't have
to kiss them, you know, germs and all that.
Mm, can we talk about
(laughing) anything else?
Well, then maybe you could
get him to touch your ass
and then threaten to go public
unless he puts you in the movie.
(Ruby laughs)
Not a bad idea, unless he's gay.
Then, I'll get him to touch my ass.
(Ruby laughs)
[Arthur] Ruby Banner.
Right, my turn.
You wanna hang around, compare notes?
[Domenic] Sure, break a leg.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding)
Can't be out here, mate.
You waiting to audition, you wait in here.
Do you know the role I'm looking to fill?
Seductress, alluring, a skirt
is best and more cleavage.
(notebook thudding)
Huh?
It would be far more
suitable for the role,
don't you think?
Oh, you don't agree with a
word I've just said, do you?
Gotcha.
That's what I wanted.
Relax.
I was simply acting, and I
got the response I needed.
That look is what the producers want.
To tell you the truth, I'm a
staunch advocate of MeToo.
You don't have to worry.
I'm strictly hands off
and maintain professional
conduct at all times.
Now, if you'd like to go
behind the screen there,
you can remove your clothing.
Excuse me?
Well, there is some nudity
in this film, as you are aware.
I wasn't aware.
Well, it's right there in the brief.
I mean, if you're shy, we
can find somebody else.
Uh.
Got you again.
Oh, damned if I shouldn't
be in front of the camera.
Had my chances, of course,
but, uh, oh, you look upset.
Maybe we should just
get on with the audition.
No, I feel I've put you on edge.
Let's try some relaxation exercises.
Seriously?
Absolutely seriously.
Close your eyes.
Close them, please.
Now, I want you to imagine
that you're floating in a warm sea of blue.
(rain pattering)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
[Domenic] Psst.
(footsteps plodding)
Why are you skulking
out here in the pouring rain?
I'm exploring, waiting for you.
How'd it go?
(sighs) You could have warned
me he was such an asshole.
(laughing) I said he was strange.
Strange is an understatement.
He kept saying really creepy
shit and then backtracking.
He's just trying to get
a reaction out of you.
Well, it worked, prick.
Do you think you'll get a callback?
Don't know.
I've got another shot at it tomorrow.
You got two auditions?
I'm auditioning as my alter ego.
Won't he recognize you?
I'll be transformed tomorrow.
Hope you don't get
known for that on the circuit.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
You know I work at that
fancy dress store in town?
Well, it's only two days a
week, but I get to borrow stuff.
I need a coffee.
You wanna come?
Sure.
Where the fuck?
I swear I had some cash in
here, and my credit card's gone.
I had a 20, and my credit
card was definitely in here.
Think you dropped it in there?
What, like cash and card
just jumped out of my wallet?
Shit, let me get back in there.
(footsteps plodding)
(knocker thudding)
(door squeaking)
What are you still doing here?
My card and cash,
they've gone from my wallet.
Can I come in and look around?
Nothing's here.
I always check after people leave.
You'd be amazed at how
careless actors can be
with their belongings.
If I could just have a quick look.
As I said, nothing's here.
You must leave now.
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
Lying piece of shit.
Fuck, I don't get paid for another week.
(door squeaking)
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
Crap.
(footsteps plodding)
I, I know, I know we shouldn't be here,
but my friend lost her credit
card in the audition room,
and that Capstone guy
won't let her in to look for it.
Oh, she didn't lose it.
(keys jangling)
What you just said, he stole from me,
is that what you're saying?
Best be quick.
He'll be back soon.
(footsteps plodding) (keys jangling)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(dramatic music)
(door squeaking)
If I dropped it, it would be here.
He wouldn't really have
stolen from me, would he?
A Hollywood guy stealing
from actors just seems
bat shit crazy to me.
(suspenseful music)
(notepad rustling)
(notepad thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(bottle clanking)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(drawer clattering)
(key clanking) (suspenseful
music continues)
(drawer clattering) (footsteps plodding)
(chair clattering)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(suspenseful music
continues) (feet shuffling)
(footsteps plodding)
I think I found your pen, squire.
It was on the floor under
your table the whole time.
Were you just in here?
That's how I found your pen.
I told you not to come in
here without my presence.
Understood, but that flickering light
in the bathroom you told me about,
there's a problem with the electrics.
Can I show you?
God, if you must.
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
[Caretaker] Yeah, I would say a bit
of condensation has got into the wire,
and it's, uh, shortened it out a bit.
(Arthur speaking faintly)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
What a rush.
What a dick.
(sighs) Someone stole my card, my cash.
I need that back.
I'm broke enough as it is.
You sure you had it before you went in?
Yes, I'm sure.
I'm not an idiot, Dom.
(laughing) Okay, calm down.
Question is, was it Capstone,
or was it the caretaker?
Well, the caretaker
implied it was Capstone.
Unless the caretaker's blaming Capstone.
But then why say anything at all?
And if it was Capstone,
then why would a Hollywood
movie exec have the need
to steal anything in the first place?
Unless he's not the big exec
he's made himself out to be.
Exactly.
Why would the head of
casting for Scottsfell fly
over here to conduct auditions?
Surely, he would employ someone
further down the food chain.
So, he's just some
casting assistant employed
by some bigger dick back in LA?
Maybe, but whatever,
someone stole my money,
and I want it back.
(key jangling)
Leave that to me.
I'll come back tonight
when the building's empty.
That's risky.
Ah, this Arthur guy talks like a big ass,
but he's harmless, and it'll be fun.
(key jangling)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(key jangling)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(suspenseful music
continues) (footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(hand knocking)
(door squeaking and clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
Witch.
(door squeaking) (dramatic music)
Witch.
Fucking witch.
(door slamming)
(engine humming)
(suspenseful music)
(container clattering)
(bottle and glass clattering)
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thudding)
(Arthur slurping) (gentle music)
(cloth rustling)
(bone crushing) (gentle music continues)
(bag rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(Domenic whistling)
Impressed?
Your alter ego.
Esther Teal, nice to meet you.
I have to be really
careful with this dress.
I'm gonna return it to the store later,
so gimme 10 minutes, and you're on.
(Domenic sniffs)
Very nice.
You sure you're okay with this?
This guy, there's
something strange about him.
So, he dresses up in women's clothes?
Sounds fun, and you said
he's harmless, so it'll be fine.
It's not like he's gonna
murder me or anything.
Esther Teal.
(footsteps plodding)
You're a lovely looking girl.
I see you in a smart cocktail
bar seducing the leading man.
The character breakdown
didn't reveal much,
but I thought this dress
would be a safe bet.
It preserves the mystery at the same time
as telling the audience
that she's a strong woman
with power over men.
Very perceptive and promising start.
First, let's do some relaxation exercises.
Do you meditate?
No, but how hard can it
be? (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
Close your eyes.
I want you to imagine you're
floating in a warm sea of blue.
Imagine you're invincible,
powerful, that you can fly.
Now, deep breath in and relax.
(dramatic music)
(hand knocking)
You'll have to excuse me.
That'll be the cleaner.
I have to show him what's needed.
But please keep on meditating,
and don't lose the moment.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Lee?
Hey, Mr. Capstone.
I was expecting somebody else.
Please go away.
Yeah, man, I was in the area
and thought I'd come by
and see you about a callback.
Any news?
You do know who I am, don't you?
I'm the CEO of casting
for Scottsfell Studios
off Melrose Avenue, Los
Angeles, a major Hollywood studio.
You think you can just
drop in here on a whim?
You wanna see me, you
make a fucking appointment.
Yeah, I, I get that, man.
But I was always taught to be
the conductor of my own destiny, you know.
If you want something bad enough,
you can't rely on other
people to drive you.
You have to drive yourself.
My aim is to show you how committed I am
to achieving my dream, to
make sure you understand
and can see my passion and determination.
You must see hundreds of actors a week.
How many of those faces do you remember?
My aim, (necklace clanking)
No, my duty to make sure
that you remember me,
that I'm retained in your mind
so that when you're
casting for your movies,
I'm the first face to pop
into your mind. (Door clattering)
I know that I impressed you
with my audition yesterday, yes?
I deserve a callback,
and I know you're planning
on giving me one, and I am a great believer
in hearing things for myself,
seeing things for myself.
(bag thudding) I had
to seize the opportunity
to come and seize the
day, (zipper whizzing)
Carpe diem, Capstone.
Grab life by the cojones and squeeze.
It's how I live, man.
It's how I thrive.
(bag rustling) (Arthur speaking faintly)
And you're leaving,
or as they say in your language, vamos.
You still have to give me
an answer about the callback.
I'm visiting the producer tonight.
He has the final call.
You're in charge of casting, though.
Yes, I am, but tread very carefully, boy.
Come on, man.
Will you recommend me?
Unless you step
aside, I'll put word around
so that you never audition again.
(bag rustling)
(bag thudding)
(door slamming)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(necklace jangling)
(Arthur sighs)
I thought you'd abandoned me.
An unfortunate intruder.
Did you take the tour?
Just to stretch my legs.
You're right.
Let's get on with it.
When you're ready.
(footsteps plodding)
So, I found a bunch of
cards and shit stuffed in a bag.
Mine will be in there somewhere.
You didn't get it?
No, he came back too soon.
Couldn't you have stalled him any longer?
But look, I found this (necklace jangling)
Just lying on the floor
asking to be rescued.
You stole it.
Found it.
It's beautiful.
Might be worth something.
'Kay, but if you get
caught, could be trouble.
I have to take opportunities while I can.
Working my ass off in that
store isn't getting me anywhere.
They won't reduce my hours,
and I can't get any other work.
I'm either overqualified,
under qualified, too old,
or too young, so fuck it if I
strike lucky once in a while.
Okay.
So, what have we learned?
He steals things from actors,
ID cards, credit cards, maybe some jewelry.
Passports as well.
Maybe we should grab the whole lot,
go to the police with it.
Says the actor has just
lifted a necklace from the scene.
Oh, come on, Dom, don't be mean to me.
A girl needs a little bit
of glamour in her life,
and the pendant is so pretty.
There she goes with the hair thing.
(hand thudding)
Come on, Rube, I know what you're doing.
I don't wanna get involved with the police.
I want a role in this movie.
I need it, just like you do.
Maybe your idea with
the bag isn't a bad one.
Only we don't go to the police with it.
Everyone in this industry
is up to something.
And if this guy is maybe a thief
Oh, he's definitely a thief.
Well, if he is, then
he's also a Scottsfell rep
with a secret that can discredit him.
We can use this to our advantage.
Sounds good.
Everyone else is using
things to their advantage
in this industry.
May as well join them.
Capstone said he was
meeting a producer tonight,
so he'll be out.
I can go back in, get the
bag, and then we can threaten
to expose him to the studio
unless he puts us in the movie.
We can do the roles.
He knows we're good.
We hold the bag to ransom.
It's too good of an
opportunity to pass up.
Oh, you are definitely insane.
Maybe, but if he's trouble,
then we can expose him to the studio later.
Let's get the roles first.
Be smart.
This is our ticket to Hollywood, baby.
(upbeat music)
(footsteps plodding)
At Scottsfell, we're looking for ideas
with international and commercial appeal
but also crucial social issues that matter.
(plastic rustling)
We believe we can change people's lives
with our motion pictures,
and we'll go to the ends
of the Earth to deliver (saw grinding)
Fresh, groundbreaking
content, stunning appearances
that break down barriers
and challenge stereotypes
and the unconscious bias
stagnating our industry.
We are passionate.
We are hungry.
We are Scottsfell.
(footsteps plodding)
You got a bigger hacksaw than this, boss?
When I hired you, (gentle music)
I assumed you were gonna
bring along your own tools.
In the storeroom, box at the bottom.
And do you want me to use
the main door or fire escape?
Fire escape, rear exit, like
I already fucking told you.
(gentle music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music)
(keys jangling)
(latch clattering)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(drawers clattering)
(doors clattering)
(box clanking)
(cash rustling) (suspenseful
music continues)
(box clanking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
What the fuck?
(blanket rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(glass thudding)
(door clattering)
(liquid sloshing) (glass clinking)
(bottle thudding)
(Domenic exhaling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(glass thudding)
(door clattering)
(container contents clattering)
What the fuck?
(container thudding)
Shit, shit. (Feet shuffling)
(items thudding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door clattering)
(container thudding)
(door slamming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Domenic exhaling) (glass thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(horns honking)
(birds chirping)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music)
(feet shuffling)
(toe thudding)
(feet thudding)
It's you, isn't it?
You can't fucking leave me alone, can you?
Show yourself, you witch.
(suspenseful music continues)
Why don't you just fuck off and die?
Please, fucking die.
Witch, show yourself, witch.
Fucking die.
Witch, die.
Toes?
Must have been props
for some Halloween party or something.
Kept in the fridge like toe popsicles?
I don't know.
The only thing I'm sure of is
that Capstone is one strange man.
Yeah, the guy gives me the creeps.
Maybe this is all a scam, and the movie
that he's casting for doesn't even exist.
Maybe he doesn't even work for Scottsfell.
I did some digging around.
The movie exists.
I got a phone number and
got the receptionist to put me
through to some other flunky who confirmed
what Capstone said
about a $44 million refit.
And does he work for Scottsfell?
I asked the guy to put
me through to Capstone,
but he said he's a very
busy man and unavailable.
Then, he got spooked and hung up.
Here he comes.
Wait here.
Hey, Mr. Capstone.
Did you see the producer?
What did he or she say?
Do I get a callback?
You always this annoying?
Your parents must have been
sorely tempted with infanticide.
Ah, they weren't around much.
They were in business.
And what was that, a taco stand?
Wind turbines in Puglia,
renewable energy, you know.
It's a big industry in southern Italy
with the government and that shit.
So, your parents are wealthy, are they?
Money doesn't drive me.
Art is my motivation.
Oh, and you're privileged
and get to live your dream.
How nice for you.
I must say your parents'
business is intriguing.
Are they investors?
Let's say they have
their fingers in many pies.
So, my callback?
I have 30 minutes till my next audition.
Come on in.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
Puglia, huh?
Have you been?
Alas, no, and wind turbines, commendable.
The planet thanks you,
or at least your parents.
(Domenic laughs)
Where did you grow up?
Me?
San Diego, California.
And how do you like this country?
Cold, damp, the food is drab,
and the people unfathomable.
How long have you
worked in this industry?
You must have a lot of experience.
I started in the theater. (Gentle music)
My mother was the famous
Broadway star Elizabeta Emerald.
Off stage, she was a witch,
but when the spotlight shone on her,
she had a voice that would
silence a nightingale to shame,
absolute belle du jour.
You inherited her talent.
Naturally.
But you didn't pursue a stage career?
I did, but my mother fell ill,
and I had to nurse her,
and by the time I was free to continue,
well, I missed my chance.
I'm sorry.
You don't give a shit.
Have you memorized
those sides for your audition?
Yes.
How long are you in town for?
I leave tonight.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, so I should know
for sure by this evening
if I've been shortlisted or not.
We'll call as and when.
How many more towns
do you have left to visit?
This is my last, thank God.
Then, you're heading back to the States?
As fast as the silver
bird will fly me there.
How many towns have you
visited on this casting tour?
Too many.
Do you wanna do the audition?
Come on, man.
Is it really necessary?
I mean, you saw what I did yesterday,
and you're impressed, right?
Arrogant son of a bitch, aren't you?
But I guess coming from
money affords you that privilege.
Tell me, do your parents
make you work for a living,
or you have some sort
of financial arrangement?
They're generous with their money.
Look, why don't you come back here later,
and we can discuss?
And bring that pretty
girlfriend along of yours as well.
Actually, not my girlfriend, man,
but does that mean we both have film roles?
No, it does not necessarily.
But as I said, let's discuss.
I have one more audition to
get out the way at 5:00 PM,
and then I need to head
straight to the airport,
so come at 4:00.
(suspenseful music continues)
I will.
What, he wants to see me as well?
I'd like to think he wants
to give us both movie roles,
but I think he's more
interested in my parents' money.
(Ruby laughs)
What money?
Your parents are still
running that burger van
on the A127 with your sister, aren't they?
Yeah, but Capstone doesn't know that.
He's obviously motivated by money.
So, if he thinks I'm from
wealth, maybe it will help.
Don't see how.
Come on, Rube, people
like us don't get the top gigs.
We didn't go to the right schools,
so we have to dress
right, make ourselves look
like one of them, you know?
Take Cary Grant.
He did it, dressing up fancy,
mixing it up with the high societies.
He was one of us without the
money or the fancy education.
What about me?
He has no reason to suspect
that I've got any money.
I don't think he's thinking about money
when it comes to you.
I don't think you should come.
I've got a bad feeling.
(Ruby laughs)
Oh, no, no, no, you are not taking
all the limelight for yourself.
Okay, but stay with
me at all times, all right?
You're so fucking paranoid,
and I can look after myself.
Actors need to be paranoid.
Paranoia is my friend. (Ruby sighs)
(Arthur slurping)
(glass thudding)
(Arthur exhaling)
(saliva sloshing) (gentle music)
(knocker thudding) (Arthur grunting)
(door squeaking)
How do, squire.
Just to say I'm all finished
and to wish you a very
nice, uh, trip on your
You got my laundry?
Uh, I don't know anything
about laundry, squire.
I asked you to pick up my laundry.
I don't recall you saying that.
I'm leaving shortly,
and I specifically asked you this morning.
I really don't think you did.
(paper rustling)
Fuck.
There you go.
Told you it was nothing to do with me.
Well, go get it now.
No can do.
I just wanted to say I finished
and wish you a bon
voyage, and, uh, hopefully,
we'll meet up again if
you're ever in the country.
Ah, you flatter yourself, don't you?
If I ever return to this backwards country,
I won't be looking the likes of you up,
especially someone who
appears to have light fingers.
Fuck off, then.
I'll get the laundry,
thieving son of a bitch.
(footsteps plodding) (dramatic music)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(door buzzing)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Shouldn't we wait outside for him?
Follow me.
I wanna show you something.
(suspenseful music)
This is seriously creepy.
(suspenseful music continues)
Uh, Dom, what's that?
(water pattering)
[Domenic] What the fuck?
He's back. Come on.
I've got a bad feeling.
About what?
About what?
You didn't think that was
a bit creepy back there?
Ah, relax, it was probably the remains
of a rat or something.
They grow to mutant sizes in this city.
You should see what I saw in the fridge.
What, the toes?
You said they were Halloween party props.
Come one, Rube, how long
have we been at this game?
(Ruby sighs)
We've been battling for
years to get somewhere.
I'm good. I know I'm good.
But maybe if something was
gonna happen, it would've by now.
And you're the same.
You've literally tried everything.
Instead, we're just wasting our lives
on this never-ending roller coaster ride.
Don't say that, Dom.
Never give up, right?
I think we should step away for a bit,
go be normal people.
I mean, look at us in this shitty corridor,
and our big plan to get movie roles was
to hold a fucking bag to ransom.
What the fuck are we doing?
Maybe acting just isn't our destiny.
Well, fuck you then.
You may wanna give up, but I never will,
and I will damn well do
everything in my power
to get to where I want to be.
[Xander] Capstone. (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
Xander, was I expecting you?
I hope not.
Well, is everything in order,
the credentials I delivered last night?
They checked out.
I'll have some better
quality goods for you tomorrow.
Out of 100 actors, five of
them might come from wealth.
Damn fools think money can buy them talent.
I've been hearing rumors about you,
and the more I get to know you, Capstone,
the more I see of you,
(suspenseful music continues)
The more I'm inclined
to believe these rumors,
especially after speaking
with a chap called Lee this morning.
He's apparently been
doing some cleaning for you.
You know Lee?
There aren't many people
in his line of business in this city.
I know them all. (Tense music)
Well, I, um, (sniffs) you smell that?
(Arthur sniffing)
No, it's not you.
What the hell are you doing?
Perfume.
Can you smell perfume?
(Arthur sniffing)
The only thing I smell
around here is you,
and I definitely smell something odd.
Perhaps you can answer me this.
What do you know about
missing people, specifically actors,
specifically young, dark-haired women.
You and me, we've done some good business.
What you've supplied has been top drawer.
But if what I'm hearing is
true, I am seriously alarmed.
I might be many things,
Capstone, but taking a woman's life,
that's stepping over the fucking line.
Cease and desist.
Complete your shit.
Then, leave this country
and never come back.
Got it?
Good.
Delightful speaking with you as always.
(footsteps plodding)
(tense music continues)
Jesus, he must have a
nose like a bloodhound.
Did that man just say what I think he said?
Do you still think that
was a rat back there?
Come on, let's leave
before the creep sniffs us out.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding) (suspenseful music)
(door squeaking) (footsteps plodding)
Leave your things
on the table, no scripts.
Stephanie, tell me about yourself
and what experience you have.
Well, it's all there
in my CV, TV and film,
like a mix, and some stage.
Can I say I am so excited about this?
[Capstone] What kind of
movies you like to watch?
Thrillers and courtroom
dramas are my go-to genres.
Do you like horror?
Well, I would say
no, but my friend Ellie is
so into horror, and her
boyfriend is, too, so I'm like,
"Okay, I'm going there."
Ever wanted to be murdered?
(suspenseful music continues)
I'm sorry?
Murdered, killed, executed, rubbed out,
in a film, of course.
I just want to portray
the character as best I can,
as realistically as... Are you method?
If you were to be killed in a movie,
how would you go about your research?
How would you realistically portray dying?
I'm not method.
Shame.
Do you get nervous in front of the camera?
No.
Are you nervous now?
(suspenseful music continues)
No.
Well, I have a routine at auditions.
Nervous or not, I like
my actors to meditate
before they perform their lines.
I'm not sure that's something I'd feel
There's nothing to be concerned about.
Close your eyes, please.
(suspenseful music continues)
Close them.
(metronome clicking)
Listen to the rhythm of the metronome.
Now, I want you to imagine
that you're floating in a warm sea of blue.
Imagine you're invincible,
powerful, that you can fly.
Now, deep breath.
(dramatic music) (metronome clicking)
(Stephanie gagging)
(Stephanie whimpering)
(dramatic music continues)
(door squeaking)
(dramatic music continues)
(door creaking)
(head thudding) (Domenic grunting)
(footsteps plodding)
(Ruby gasping) (dramatic music continues)
(foot thudding)
(door clattering)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(Arthur sniffing)
I know you're here.
I can smell you.
I recognize your perfume.
(dramatic music continues)
You can't leave me alone, can you?
Even in death, you're
still trying to control me.
I won't stand for it anymore.
I'll get a fucking priest to exorcise you
if you don't leave me in
peace once and for all.
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(dramatic music continues)
(door squeaking)
(siren blaring) (dramatic music continues)
(Arthur laughing)
You have no idea who
I'm connected with, do you,
and how much serious
fucking shit you're in?
You're connected to nobody, Capstone.
You're a pathetic fraud.
You represent no Hollywood movie,
and you're no Scottfell exec.
I'm a master of what I do.
It's amazing how stupidly
trusting actors can be
with people in power.
You have no power,
and your desire for such
has regressed into delusion.
And your fanciful and
misguided judgment is irrelevant.
So, as long as you keep
getting your stolen IDs,
and I get my financial reward,
we should both live and let live.
I told you the taking
of a woman's life is
abhorrent to me, unforgivable.
That young chap, Domenic, told
me he telephoned your studio,
talked to someone about you.
You see, he was still clinging to the dream
that you were going to give
him a role in a Hollywood film.
Of course, he had no
idea that you're filthy killer.
So, who are you really?
Because you're not
Arthur Capstone, are you?
Capstone is a reclusive octogenarian
with a heavy tan and an eye patch,
someone with too much power
and not a charitable bone in his body.
What's your real name?
I'll not tell the likes of you.
The likes of me?
Oh, the irony.
It doesn't matter. I'll find out.
You know that film "Cool Hand Luke"?
Well, Luke, played by Paul Newman, had
to eat 50 eggs as part of a bet.
Actually, on the set, it
was apparently just eight.
But that's enough, I'd say, impressive.
How wonderful, a history
lesson about movie trivia.
Alas, we don't have time
to prepare the eggs for you,
but here's something else I found earlier.
(dramatic music)
(lid thudding)
(Arthur gagging) (dramatic music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(tape rasping) (Arthur grunting)
(plastic bags rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
Thank you so much for this opportunity.
I, I thought I'd, like,
missed the deadline,
so I'm so thrilled the audition
dates have been extended.
So, a little bit about me.
Yeah, I've been told I really
bring life to my characters,
which is why I won Best Emerging Voice
at the "Swamp Life Horror Film Festival."
You know, it's an achievement
of which I'm most proud.
That's very impressive, Jodie.
I'm glad you think so.
I, I do hope you'll
consider me for the role.
Is the movie financed?
You know, I only ask 'cause, you know,
I sympathize so much with filmmakers,
and it's so hard to get funding for films,
and I've been disappointed so many times
when movies haven't moved
forward because of lack of money.
It's not something
you need to worry about.
We're arranging finance as we speak.
(gentle music)
(bag rustling)
(zipper whizzing)
(bag snapping)
(zipper whizzing)
Do you like this dress?
I'm gonna keep this one.
You deserve it.
(footsteps plodding)
Dance with me?
Maybe later.
Oh, come on, Dom, pretty please.
There she goes with the hair thing.
Chilling, Rube. (Gentle music continues)
You are just scared of not looking cool.
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down, Eddie.
Don't make me do it.
(gentle music continues)
You got a gun?
You're the only one here with a gun.
But I thought you had the gun.
(Ruby laughing)
I don't want a gun.
(laughing) Whose gun is it?
(Ruby laughing)
Yours or mine?
(both laughing)
(mellow music)
(mellow music continues)
(mellow music continues)
(light airy music)
(light airy music continues)
(light airy music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(engines humming) (horns honking)
(footsteps plodding)
Welcome back to the smoke,
but next time come to my place.
Cameras are everywhere, Thursday, 10:00 PM.
(bag rustling)
Always a pleasure.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clicking shut) (footsteps plodding)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(door slamming)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(switch clicking)
(hanger clacking)
(box clattering)
(notepad thudding) (pen thudding)
(poster rustling)
[Arthur] Well, this
place is somewhat modest
but kind of cozy, wouldn't you say?
Anyhow, with $44 million
investment in redevelopment
at Scottsfell, I guess I can put up
with a little discomfort.
Amazing, and when I saw the casting call,
I was, like, so totally recognizing.
And I felt like it was really
me and where I needed to be.
To be honest, I was, like,
so totally, "Wow." (laughs)
Yes, "Wow."
And with my position as CEO of casting,
I'm looking to nurture the very
best emerging personalities.
And one thing I am very
good at is spotting fresh talent.
Well, of course.
You see, it's all about
forging relationships,
looking ahead, and
identifying a clear talent map.
And I see myself cultivating new voices
and the next generation
of movie greats in acting.
Exactly.
I'll do just about anything to
Yes, very well. (Piano keys chiming)
So, let's see what you're about, shall we?
Yes.
I'm going to ask you
to perform your lines,
and I want you to think
about the motivation of the character.
(laughing) Okay.
Something funny?
No, I... (dramatic music)
Well, no, you're doing it again,
aren't you? (Jodie laughs)
Why is what I'm saying so damn funny?
(dramatic music)
Don't you laugh at me.
No, don't try backpedaling.
I know what's going on in
that vindictive mind of yours.
Quit it, now.
(dramatic music continues)
This isn't a fucking joke.
I'll make it so you never laugh again.
(Arthur grunting) (chair clattering)
(doll thudding) (dramatic music continues)
(Arthur growling)
(engine humming)
(dramatic music)
(door clattering)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(paper rustling)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you.
And your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
[Arthur] Leave your things on the table.
- Eddie.
- No personal possessions
Don't go out in the
streets... within reach.
- With that gun.
- No scripts, please.
You know the cops are after you.
Well, this place is
basic by my standards,
but with $44 million
investment in redevelopment
at Scottsfell, I'll make do for now.
You found it okay then?
Well, it was a bit
confusing with the, um
Good, with my position as
CEO of casting for the studio,
I'm looking to nurture the
very best emerging talent.
And one thing I am very good
at is discovering new personalities
with whom our studio transforms into stars.
I prefer not to think of
myself as a gatekeeper,
more a dream maker.
Ready?
Mm-hmm.
Action.
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but I'm your brother.
(dramatic music)
Don't make me take you down.
[Capstone] And again.
Uh, can you do an American accent?
Mm.
[Capstone] Eyes straight ahead.
Go again.
(David sniffing)
Ad-lib if you have to.
You're gonna have
to put the gun down (zipper whizzing)
And come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you. (Zipper whizzing)
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
(footsteps plodding)
You're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you are my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
Good effort.
You're done.
We'll call.
(dramatic music)
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
(gun clanking)
Never, even for fun,
point a gun at anyone.
We'll call.
(gun clanking)
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
I like your style, Victoria,
something about you, a presence.
Many actors lack that.
And for a girl so young, I'm impressed.
Woman.
(dramatic music)
Excuse me?
I'm 25 years old.
I'm a woman, not a girl.
Yes, of course, silly me, woman.
I feel you could be a bit
more relaxed in your delivery.
Let's try something.
Pull up a chair.
(footsteps plodding) (notepad thudding)
Close your eyes.
(chair creaking)
Now, deep breath in and
out. (Dramatic music continues)
Good.
Now keep your eyes closed.
Don't open them until I say.
Now, deliver your lines.
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
[Arthur] Again.
Eddie, don't go out in
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
(door clattering) (passersby laughing)
That's it.
We'll call.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
Tell me, why do you wanna be an actor?
Okay, let's cut to the chase.
What genre of film gives you a hard-on?
You do know what a hard-on is, don't you?
Uh, well, something important,
a story that needs to be told.
Interesting.
(pen etching)
(footsteps plodding)
So, I'm looking for either an athletic man
with piercing eyes and charisma
or a seductress with manipulative charms.
Tell me, was there some
confusion with your application?
(dramatic music continues)
I like your bracelet.
Brigitte Devereaux-Jones.
Yes, and thank you for
pronouncing my name so beautifully.
French?
Oui.
Belle.
(Brigitte laughs)
Merci.
(Arthur speaking French)
Ah, you speak French?
(Arthur speaking French)
You are fluent. I am sure.
(Brigitte speaking French)
I am very impressed.
Well, let's just see how
much you impress me, shall we?
When you're ready. (Gentle music)
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
Belle.
(Brigitte laughs)
(Brigitte speaking French)
(door clattering)
(latch clicking)
(rain pattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(metal clanging)
I've never known
such a miserable climate.
Swear I'm coming down with pneumonia.
I can't get it fixed, squire.
Typical.
You know they found
a young lass butchered
down here around the time of the Ripper.
(dramatic music)
Did not know that.
I reckon that's why no one's
ever done anything with it.
It's like the walls have
absorbed the horror
of what went down, and
folks are repelled by it.
Don't think it was the Ripper, mind.
They thought it was a copycat.
Anyway, still a good place to stash a body.
Mm.
Is that all then?
Yes, but, uh, don't
forget to lock the door
before you leave.
I don't want any stray actors wandering
through here before the next casting.
Now, listen, have you seen a
jeweled pen about the place?
It's vintage and belonged to my mother.
It's worth over $100.
I haven't seen nothing, squire.
Well, keep an eye out for it.
I want it back.
Course.
I'm curious.
You people find joy in your work?
(laughing) I mean, there you are looking
like you've just crawled out of a sewer.
What drives you?
It's a job.
Rather work than not.
But at the studio, we
have big deals going through,
sets to build, A-list stars to meet.
It's invigorating,
glamorous, but you, this.
Love working with my hands.
Oh, don't tell me.
You're happy.
Well, I suppose I am.
Yeah, whatever.
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding)
(paper rustling)
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station.
Eddie, this is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
Jesus H. Christ.
Thank you.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
How are you feeling?
Okay.
Nervous?
Not at all.
What did I say?
No scripts. (Paper rustling)
Fidget with this instead and proceed.
(gun clanking)
(Mark exhaling)
You're gonna have to
put down the gun, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Please don't make me take you down.
And again, uh, eyes straight ahead.
Don't stop until I tell you,
and, uh, try some improvisation.
You're gonna have to
put down the gun, Eddie.
This is not you.
This place, the pimps, the narcotics,
you're washed up and wasted.
I know I'm cop, but I'm your brother.
Please don't make me take you down.
Terrific.
We'll call.
(gun thudding)
(cash rustling)
(box clattering)
(latch clicking)
(bag thudding)
(door clattering)
(siren wailing)
(gentle music) (footsteps plodding)
Nora Cage.
(footsteps plodding)
(door creaking)
Leave your belongings on the table.
No scripts, please.
(footsteps plodding)
(bag thudding)
(coat rustling)
(coat thudding)
Take a seat, Nora.
(footsteps plodding)
What kind of movies do you like to watch,
and what genre of film
would you like to work in?
I'm really into horror,
I mean, totally into it.
We don't do horror.
It's tacky.
Well, I've done a few smart horror films
with strong characters
and a deeper message reflecting society.
I've yet to be killed in
one, though (laughs).
I'd love to be murdered in a film.
Interesting.
Right, audition time.
Let's do a few relaxation
exercises to prepare you.
Close your eyes.
Now, I want you to imagine you're floating
in a warm sea of blue
away from all the stresses of the world.
Imagine you're capable of
anything, that you can fly,
that you can achieve the impossible.
Now, deep breath in and
relax. (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(metronome clicking)
(dramatic music)
(Nora gagging) (metronome clicking)
(Arthur grunting) (metronome clicking)
(Nora gasping)
(Arthur wheezing) (metronome clicking)
(car beeping)
(gentle music)
(door buzzing)
(latch clicking) (door squeaking)
Arthur Capstone?
(box clattering)
(pizza crunching) (gentle music continues)
(feet thudding)
(feet shuffling)
(gentle music continues)
(shoe thudding)
(gentle music continues)
(bag rasping)
(zipper whizzing)
People, my people, I stand before you
for another performance
of this famed production,
which I strive to make
unique and relevant to you
despite the toil and relentlessness
that Broadway demands.
I give to you my all, you
people of different genders,
cultures, backgrounds,
political allegiances,
and artistic tastes and differences,
all swayed by your upbringing, your family,
not the least your life experiences,
which have, no doubt, comprised
their own terrible hardships and strife
as, like me, you bumble
along a dark and crumbling road
to some resemblance of light,
faint and flickering though it may be.
(audience chattering indistinctly)
But most of all, I stand
before you as a woman,
and I suffer no hindrance
from patriarchy or oppression,
for I am stronger and more formidable
than any lowly man could ever imagine.
In my performance this night,
every night, I bear my soul
as if tomorrow were
the end of all that I am
and all that we are.
Indeed, I hold you to my
bosom and pour out my love
on this stage as only a woman can.
People, my people, I am your servant.
I am woman.
(audience cheering) (dramatic music)
(audience continues cheering)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music) (birds chirping)
(church bell chiming)
(bed creaking)
Hello.
Hello, Mr. Capstone?
(door squeaking)
Sorry to bother you, sir.
Um, my name is Peter.
How did you get in?
The door was unlocked.
I, I knocked, but
I don't have any Peter
scheduled for today,
and I can't fit you in.
I'm very busy.
I, I'm not an actor.
I, um, I'm looking for my girlfriend, Nora.
She came here for an
audition yesterday evening
but didn't come home.
I was wondering if you
might be able to help.
Well, I auditioned many actors yesterday.
I, I understand, but, um,
her name is Nora Cage.
Uh, I don't know if you remember her.
She's, uh, she's quite striking.
Um, yeah, she, she never came home,
and, um, I'm, I'm getting pretty worried.
Are you sure she attended the audition?
I drove her here myself,
and she said she was gonna go
to the supermarket and
then take the Tube home.
You called the police?
Not yet.
Parents, friends?
Nora's from Chicago.
She has no family here,
and she has no friend she would've gone to.
So, you haven't contacted anybody
about the fact your girlfriend is missing?
I was hoping you might be
able to tell me something of use
that I could go to the police with.
Let me have a look at the picture.
(footsteps plodding)
Nora, yes, I do remember her.
I may be able to help you.
First things first.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering and squeaking)
Wait here. (Footsteps plodding)
Come down, this way.
You want me to follow you?
[Arthur] Yes.
Please, is there anything you can tell me
to help me find Nora?
I think I know where Nora is.
Where?
That's not something I can tell you.
I have to show you.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(zipper whizzing)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(knife slicing)
(dramatic music continues)
(Arthur breathing heavily)
(footsteps plodding)
(door buzzing)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
Tell me why you wanna be an actor.
Don't edit yourself.
I prefer honesty.
I was 10 years old when I was cast
in a school musical production.
I was told I had a natural gift.
I remember a description of brilliance,
so I believe to be a
great actor is my destiny.
(Arthur laughing)
10 years old, and yet
with all that brilliance,
still an unknown name.
I've been honing my craft,
man, building my resume.
I'm ready, and I'll go to the ends
of the Earth to fulfill my dream.
Fact, when mothers tell
their children they're brilliant,
they're not necessarily
coming from a good place.
Our mothers can harbor a kind of jealousy
that cuts to the soul.
Nature does not necessarily
grant unconditional love.
It wasn't my mother who told me.
Nevertheless, you
fit the profile we seek.
At Scottsfell Studios,
we've set up an intubator
for new talent where we can foster
and nurture the very best emerging voices.
Incubator.
Excuse me?
Incubator.
You said intubator.
Intubate, which is when they stick a tube
down your throat to get air inside.
I know that 'cause my sister's a nurse,
but I think you mean incubator.
Oh, so you're a smart ass.
Quite the linguist, aren't we?
I meant nothing by it.
Just a technicality, that's all.
So, English.
You speak any other
languages, French, Spanish?
No?
I, of course, speak fluent
French and Spanish.
(Arthur speaking bad Spanish)
(Domenic speaking fluent Spanish)
I detest liars.
I never said I wasn't a Spanish speaker.
I'm an actor, man.
A simple look or shift
in body language can
transmit words unspoken
that are interpreted as intended.
I was simply acting, man.
I think we should move on.
Let's do a relaxation exercise.
What kind of exercise?
I'm, I'm ready to perform my piece.
Meditation, close your eyes.
I think I'd rather go
straight into the audition.
This is part of the audition.
Oh, does the character meditate?
Oh, do you think he meditates?
(clicks tongue) I
don't see it's relevant.
Your time is running out
and so is my patience, boy.
Simply questioning the logic
of meditating at an audition.
Once you see what I
can do, you'll understand.
I'll understand what, your brilliance?
Oh, okay.
Off you go.
Oh, now you want to meditate?
Just getting into character, man.
Get on with it.
(chair creaking)
(footsteps plodding)
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down.
[Arthur] You're free to go (sighing).
Will I get a callback?
Well, you'll hear from
me if that's the case.
When?
In good time.
Thanks very much for the opportunity,
and I look forward to
hearing from you soon.
(hands smacking)
(footsteps plodding)
(gentle music)
Hey, Ruby.
Didn't recognize you there.
You here for the audition?
What else?
Can I, uh, bum one of those?
It's my last one.
Had to cut back.
They're getting way too expensive.
Ugh, tell me about it, sucks, right?
Did you get that last gig,
the Dickens adaptation?
I was completely the wrong playing age,
my agent did nothing but waste my time
and money sending me to that.
They liked to tick boxes, fill the rota.
Make out like they're
actually working for you.
Don't think this guy
even went through agents.
Cool jacket, by the way, looks expensive.
It's not mine.
Borrowed it for the audition.
Have to give the impression
you're hot even if you're not.
Fake it till you make it, eh?
How did the audition go?
Yeah, I should get the callback.
You said that about
the last gig we were at.
They chose the wrong actor.
(Ruby laughs)
100%.
What's he like, this,
uh, Arthur Capstone?
Strange guy, can't quite figure him out.
He wanted me to meditate.
- Meditate?
- Mm-hmm.
Fucking weird.
I hear it's a studio movie, right?
(Ruby sighs)
I can't live with my parents forever.
I will do do anything.
Anything?
Almost anything, although
I'm not keen on kissing.
You know my friend, Amelia, the porn star?
So, she said that doggy
style is always best
with her co-stars because
then she doesn't have
to kiss them, you know, germs and all that.
Mm, can we talk about
(laughing) anything else?
Well, then maybe you could
get him to touch your ass
and then threaten to go public
unless he puts you in the movie.
(Ruby laughs)
Not a bad idea, unless he's gay.
Then, I'll get him to touch my ass.
(Ruby laughs)
[Arthur] Ruby Banner.
Right, my turn.
You wanna hang around, compare notes?
[Domenic] Sure, break a leg.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding)
Can't be out here, mate.
You waiting to audition, you wait in here.
Do you know the role I'm looking to fill?
Seductress, alluring, a skirt
is best and more cleavage.
(notebook thudding)
Huh?
It would be far more
suitable for the role,
don't you think?
Oh, you don't agree with a
word I've just said, do you?
Gotcha.
That's what I wanted.
Relax.
I was simply acting, and I
got the response I needed.
That look is what the producers want.
To tell you the truth, I'm a
staunch advocate of MeToo.
You don't have to worry.
I'm strictly hands off
and maintain professional
conduct at all times.
Now, if you'd like to go
behind the screen there,
you can remove your clothing.
Excuse me?
Well, there is some nudity
in this film, as you are aware.
I wasn't aware.
Well, it's right there in the brief.
I mean, if you're shy, we
can find somebody else.
Uh.
Got you again.
Oh, damned if I shouldn't
be in front of the camera.
Had my chances, of course,
but, uh, oh, you look upset.
Maybe we should just
get on with the audition.
No, I feel I've put you on edge.
Let's try some relaxation exercises.
Seriously?
Absolutely seriously.
Close your eyes.
Close them, please.
Now, I want you to imagine
that you're floating in a warm sea of blue.
(rain pattering)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
[Domenic] Psst.
(footsteps plodding)
Why are you skulking
out here in the pouring rain?
I'm exploring, waiting for you.
How'd it go?
(sighs) You could have warned
me he was such an asshole.
(laughing) I said he was strange.
Strange is an understatement.
He kept saying really creepy
shit and then backtracking.
He's just trying to get
a reaction out of you.
Well, it worked, prick.
Do you think you'll get a callback?
Don't know.
I've got another shot at it tomorrow.
You got two auditions?
I'm auditioning as my alter ego.
Won't he recognize you?
I'll be transformed tomorrow.
Hope you don't get
known for that on the circuit.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
You know I work at that
fancy dress store in town?
Well, it's only two days a
week, but I get to borrow stuff.
I need a coffee.
You wanna come?
Sure.
Where the fuck?
I swear I had some cash in
here, and my credit card's gone.
I had a 20, and my credit
card was definitely in here.
Think you dropped it in there?
What, like cash and card
just jumped out of my wallet?
Shit, let me get back in there.
(footsteps plodding)
(knocker thudding)
(door squeaking)
What are you still doing here?
My card and cash,
they've gone from my wallet.
Can I come in and look around?
Nothing's here.
I always check after people leave.
You'd be amazed at how
careless actors can be
with their belongings.
If I could just have a quick look.
As I said, nothing's here.
You must leave now.
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
Lying piece of shit.
Fuck, I don't get paid for another week.
(door squeaking)
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
Crap.
(footsteps plodding)
I, I know, I know we shouldn't be here,
but my friend lost her credit
card in the audition room,
and that Capstone guy
won't let her in to look for it.
Oh, she didn't lose it.
(keys jangling)
What you just said, he stole from me,
is that what you're saying?
Best be quick.
He'll be back soon.
(footsteps plodding) (keys jangling)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(dramatic music)
(door squeaking)
If I dropped it, it would be here.
He wouldn't really have
stolen from me, would he?
A Hollywood guy stealing
from actors just seems
bat shit crazy to me.
(suspenseful music)
(notepad rustling)
(notepad thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(bottle clanking)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(drawer clattering)
(key clanking) (suspenseful
music continues)
(drawer clattering) (footsteps plodding)
(chair clattering)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(suspenseful music
continues) (feet shuffling)
(footsteps plodding)
I think I found your pen, squire.
It was on the floor under
your table the whole time.
Were you just in here?
That's how I found your pen.
I told you not to come in
here without my presence.
Understood, but that flickering light
in the bathroom you told me about,
there's a problem with the electrics.
Can I show you?
God, if you must.
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
[Caretaker] Yeah, I would say a bit
of condensation has got into the wire,
and it's, uh, shortened it out a bit.
(Arthur speaking faintly)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
What a rush.
What a dick.
(sighs) Someone stole my card, my cash.
I need that back.
I'm broke enough as it is.
You sure you had it before you went in?
Yes, I'm sure.
I'm not an idiot, Dom.
(laughing) Okay, calm down.
Question is, was it Capstone,
or was it the caretaker?
Well, the caretaker
implied it was Capstone.
Unless the caretaker's blaming Capstone.
But then why say anything at all?
And if it was Capstone,
then why would a Hollywood
movie exec have the need
to steal anything in the first place?
Unless he's not the big exec
he's made himself out to be.
Exactly.
Why would the head of
casting for Scottsfell fly
over here to conduct auditions?
Surely, he would employ someone
further down the food chain.
So, he's just some
casting assistant employed
by some bigger dick back in LA?
Maybe, but whatever,
someone stole my money,
and I want it back.
(key jangling)
Leave that to me.
I'll come back tonight
when the building's empty.
That's risky.
Ah, this Arthur guy talks like a big ass,
but he's harmless, and it'll be fun.
(key jangling)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(key jangling)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(suspenseful music
continues) (footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(hand knocking)
(door squeaking and clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
Witch.
(door squeaking) (dramatic music)
Witch.
Fucking witch.
(door slamming)
(engine humming)
(suspenseful music)
(container clattering)
(bottle and glass clattering)
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thudding)
(Arthur slurping) (gentle music)
(cloth rustling)
(bone crushing) (gentle music continues)
(bag rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(Domenic whistling)
Impressed?
Your alter ego.
Esther Teal, nice to meet you.
I have to be really
careful with this dress.
I'm gonna return it to the store later,
so gimme 10 minutes, and you're on.
(Domenic sniffs)
Very nice.
You sure you're okay with this?
This guy, there's
something strange about him.
So, he dresses up in women's clothes?
Sounds fun, and you said
he's harmless, so it'll be fine.
It's not like he's gonna
murder me or anything.
Esther Teal.
(footsteps plodding)
You're a lovely looking girl.
I see you in a smart cocktail
bar seducing the leading man.
The character breakdown
didn't reveal much,
but I thought this dress
would be a safe bet.
It preserves the mystery at the same time
as telling the audience
that she's a strong woman
with power over men.
Very perceptive and promising start.
First, let's do some relaxation exercises.
Do you meditate?
No, but how hard can it
be? (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
Close your eyes.
I want you to imagine you're
floating in a warm sea of blue.
Imagine you're invincible,
powerful, that you can fly.
Now, deep breath in and relax.
(dramatic music)
(hand knocking)
You'll have to excuse me.
That'll be the cleaner.
I have to show him what's needed.
But please keep on meditating,
and don't lose the moment.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Lee?
Hey, Mr. Capstone.
I was expecting somebody else.
Please go away.
Yeah, man, I was in the area
and thought I'd come by
and see you about a callback.
Any news?
You do know who I am, don't you?
I'm the CEO of casting
for Scottsfell Studios
off Melrose Avenue, Los
Angeles, a major Hollywood studio.
You think you can just
drop in here on a whim?
You wanna see me, you
make a fucking appointment.
Yeah, I, I get that, man.
But I was always taught to be
the conductor of my own destiny, you know.
If you want something bad enough,
you can't rely on other
people to drive you.
You have to drive yourself.
My aim is to show you how committed I am
to achieving my dream, to
make sure you understand
and can see my passion and determination.
You must see hundreds of actors a week.
How many of those faces do you remember?
My aim, (necklace clanking)
No, my duty to make sure
that you remember me,
that I'm retained in your mind
so that when you're
casting for your movies,
I'm the first face to pop
into your mind. (Door clattering)
I know that I impressed you
with my audition yesterday, yes?
I deserve a callback,
and I know you're planning
on giving me one, and I am a great believer
in hearing things for myself,
seeing things for myself.
(bag thudding) I had
to seize the opportunity
to come and seize the
day, (zipper whizzing)
Carpe diem, Capstone.
Grab life by the cojones and squeeze.
It's how I live, man.
It's how I thrive.
(bag rustling) (Arthur speaking faintly)
And you're leaving,
or as they say in your language, vamos.
You still have to give me
an answer about the callback.
I'm visiting the producer tonight.
He has the final call.
You're in charge of casting, though.
Yes, I am, but tread very carefully, boy.
Come on, man.
Will you recommend me?
Unless you step
aside, I'll put word around
so that you never audition again.
(bag rustling)
(bag thudding)
(door slamming)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(necklace jangling)
(Arthur sighs)
I thought you'd abandoned me.
An unfortunate intruder.
Did you take the tour?
Just to stretch my legs.
You're right.
Let's get on with it.
When you're ready.
(footsteps plodding)
So, I found a bunch of
cards and shit stuffed in a bag.
Mine will be in there somewhere.
You didn't get it?
No, he came back too soon.
Couldn't you have stalled him any longer?
But look, I found this (necklace jangling)
Just lying on the floor
asking to be rescued.
You stole it.
Found it.
It's beautiful.
Might be worth something.
'Kay, but if you get
caught, could be trouble.
I have to take opportunities while I can.
Working my ass off in that
store isn't getting me anywhere.
They won't reduce my hours,
and I can't get any other work.
I'm either overqualified,
under qualified, too old,
or too young, so fuck it if I
strike lucky once in a while.
Okay.
So, what have we learned?
He steals things from actors,
ID cards, credit cards, maybe some jewelry.
Passports as well.
Maybe we should grab the whole lot,
go to the police with it.
Says the actor has just
lifted a necklace from the scene.
Oh, come on, Dom, don't be mean to me.
A girl needs a little bit
of glamour in her life,
and the pendant is so pretty.
There she goes with the hair thing.
(hand thudding)
Come on, Rube, I know what you're doing.
I don't wanna get involved with the police.
I want a role in this movie.
I need it, just like you do.
Maybe your idea with
the bag isn't a bad one.
Only we don't go to the police with it.
Everyone in this industry
is up to something.
And if this guy is maybe a thief
Oh, he's definitely a thief.
Well, if he is, then
he's also a Scottsfell rep
with a secret that can discredit him.
We can use this to our advantage.
Sounds good.
Everyone else is using
things to their advantage
in this industry.
May as well join them.
Capstone said he was
meeting a producer tonight,
so he'll be out.
I can go back in, get the
bag, and then we can threaten
to expose him to the studio
unless he puts us in the movie.
We can do the roles.
He knows we're good.
We hold the bag to ransom.
It's too good of an
opportunity to pass up.
Oh, you are definitely insane.
Maybe, but if he's trouble,
then we can expose him to the studio later.
Let's get the roles first.
Be smart.
This is our ticket to Hollywood, baby.
(upbeat music)
(footsteps plodding)
At Scottsfell, we're looking for ideas
with international and commercial appeal
but also crucial social issues that matter.
(plastic rustling)
We believe we can change people's lives
with our motion pictures,
and we'll go to the ends
of the Earth to deliver (saw grinding)
Fresh, groundbreaking
content, stunning appearances
that break down barriers
and challenge stereotypes
and the unconscious bias
stagnating our industry.
We are passionate.
We are hungry.
We are Scottsfell.
(footsteps plodding)
You got a bigger hacksaw than this, boss?
When I hired you, (gentle music)
I assumed you were gonna
bring along your own tools.
In the storeroom, box at the bottom.
And do you want me to use
the main door or fire escape?
Fire escape, rear exit, like
I already fucking told you.
(gentle music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music)
(keys jangling)
(latch clattering)
(door squeaking)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(drawers clattering)
(doors clattering)
(box clanking)
(cash rustling) (suspenseful
music continues)
(box clanking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
What the fuck?
(blanket rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(glass thudding)
(door clattering)
(liquid sloshing) (glass clinking)
(bottle thudding)
(Domenic exhaling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(glass thudding)
(door clattering)
(container contents clattering)
What the fuck?
(container thudding)
Shit, shit. (Feet shuffling)
(items thudding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door clattering)
(container thudding)
(door slamming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Domenic exhaling) (glass thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(horns honking)
(birds chirping)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music)
(feet shuffling)
(toe thudding)
(feet thudding)
It's you, isn't it?
You can't fucking leave me alone, can you?
Show yourself, you witch.
(suspenseful music continues)
Why don't you just fuck off and die?
Please, fucking die.
Witch, show yourself, witch.
Fucking die.
Witch, die.
Toes?
Must have been props
for some Halloween party or something.
Kept in the fridge like toe popsicles?
I don't know.
The only thing I'm sure of is
that Capstone is one strange man.
Yeah, the guy gives me the creeps.
Maybe this is all a scam, and the movie
that he's casting for doesn't even exist.
Maybe he doesn't even work for Scottsfell.
I did some digging around.
The movie exists.
I got a phone number and
got the receptionist to put me
through to some other flunky who confirmed
what Capstone said
about a $44 million refit.
And does he work for Scottsfell?
I asked the guy to put
me through to Capstone,
but he said he's a very
busy man and unavailable.
Then, he got spooked and hung up.
Here he comes.
Wait here.
Hey, Mr. Capstone.
Did you see the producer?
What did he or she say?
Do I get a callback?
You always this annoying?
Your parents must have been
sorely tempted with infanticide.
Ah, they weren't around much.
They were in business.
And what was that, a taco stand?
Wind turbines in Puglia,
renewable energy, you know.
It's a big industry in southern Italy
with the government and that shit.
So, your parents are wealthy, are they?
Money doesn't drive me.
Art is my motivation.
Oh, and you're privileged
and get to live your dream.
How nice for you.
I must say your parents'
business is intriguing.
Are they investors?
Let's say they have
their fingers in many pies.
So, my callback?
I have 30 minutes till my next audition.
Come on in.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
Puglia, huh?
Have you been?
Alas, no, and wind turbines, commendable.
The planet thanks you,
or at least your parents.
(Domenic laughs)
Where did you grow up?
Me?
San Diego, California.
And how do you like this country?
Cold, damp, the food is drab,
and the people unfathomable.
How long have you
worked in this industry?
You must have a lot of experience.
I started in the theater. (Gentle music)
My mother was the famous
Broadway star Elizabeta Emerald.
Off stage, she was a witch,
but when the spotlight shone on her,
she had a voice that would
silence a nightingale to shame,
absolute belle du jour.
You inherited her talent.
Naturally.
But you didn't pursue a stage career?
I did, but my mother fell ill,
and I had to nurse her,
and by the time I was free to continue,
well, I missed my chance.
I'm sorry.
You don't give a shit.
Have you memorized
those sides for your audition?
Yes.
How long are you in town for?
I leave tonight.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, so I should know
for sure by this evening
if I've been shortlisted or not.
We'll call as and when.
How many more towns
do you have left to visit?
This is my last, thank God.
Then, you're heading back to the States?
As fast as the silver
bird will fly me there.
How many towns have you
visited on this casting tour?
Too many.
Do you wanna do the audition?
Come on, man.
Is it really necessary?
I mean, you saw what I did yesterday,
and you're impressed, right?
Arrogant son of a bitch, aren't you?
But I guess coming from
money affords you that privilege.
Tell me, do your parents
make you work for a living,
or you have some sort
of financial arrangement?
They're generous with their money.
Look, why don't you come back here later,
and we can discuss?
And bring that pretty
girlfriend along of yours as well.
Actually, not my girlfriend, man,
but does that mean we both have film roles?
No, it does not necessarily.
But as I said, let's discuss.
I have one more audition to
get out the way at 5:00 PM,
and then I need to head
straight to the airport,
so come at 4:00.
(suspenseful music continues)
I will.
What, he wants to see me as well?
I'd like to think he wants
to give us both movie roles,
but I think he's more
interested in my parents' money.
(Ruby laughs)
What money?
Your parents are still
running that burger van
on the A127 with your sister, aren't they?
Yeah, but Capstone doesn't know that.
He's obviously motivated by money.
So, if he thinks I'm from
wealth, maybe it will help.
Don't see how.
Come on, Rube, people
like us don't get the top gigs.
We didn't go to the right schools,
so we have to dress
right, make ourselves look
like one of them, you know?
Take Cary Grant.
He did it, dressing up fancy,
mixing it up with the high societies.
He was one of us without the
money or the fancy education.
What about me?
He has no reason to suspect
that I've got any money.
I don't think he's thinking about money
when it comes to you.
I don't think you should come.
I've got a bad feeling.
(Ruby laughs)
Oh, no, no, no, you are not taking
all the limelight for yourself.
Okay, but stay with
me at all times, all right?
You're so fucking paranoid,
and I can look after myself.
Actors need to be paranoid.
Paranoia is my friend. (Ruby sighs)
(Arthur slurping)
(glass thudding)
(Arthur exhaling)
(saliva sloshing) (gentle music)
(knocker thudding) (Arthur grunting)
(door squeaking)
How do, squire.
Just to say I'm all finished
and to wish you a very
nice, uh, trip on your
You got my laundry?
Uh, I don't know anything
about laundry, squire.
I asked you to pick up my laundry.
I don't recall you saying that.
I'm leaving shortly,
and I specifically asked you this morning.
I really don't think you did.
(paper rustling)
Fuck.
There you go.
Told you it was nothing to do with me.
Well, go get it now.
No can do.
I just wanted to say I finished
and wish you a bon
voyage, and, uh, hopefully,
we'll meet up again if
you're ever in the country.
Ah, you flatter yourself, don't you?
If I ever return to this backwards country,
I won't be looking the likes of you up,
especially someone who
appears to have light fingers.
Fuck off, then.
I'll get the laundry,
thieving son of a bitch.
(footsteps plodding) (dramatic music)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(door buzzing)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
Shouldn't we wait outside for him?
Follow me.
I wanna show you something.
(suspenseful music)
This is seriously creepy.
(suspenseful music continues)
Uh, Dom, what's that?
(water pattering)
[Domenic] What the fuck?
He's back. Come on.
I've got a bad feeling.
About what?
About what?
You didn't think that was
a bit creepy back there?
Ah, relax, it was probably the remains
of a rat or something.
They grow to mutant sizes in this city.
You should see what I saw in the fridge.
What, the toes?
You said they were Halloween party props.
Come one, Rube, how long
have we been at this game?
(Ruby sighs)
We've been battling for
years to get somewhere.
I'm good. I know I'm good.
But maybe if something was
gonna happen, it would've by now.
And you're the same.
You've literally tried everything.
Instead, we're just wasting our lives
on this never-ending roller coaster ride.
Don't say that, Dom.
Never give up, right?
I think we should step away for a bit,
go be normal people.
I mean, look at us in this shitty corridor,
and our big plan to get movie roles was
to hold a fucking bag to ransom.
What the fuck are we doing?
Maybe acting just isn't our destiny.
Well, fuck you then.
You may wanna give up, but I never will,
and I will damn well do
everything in my power
to get to where I want to be.
[Xander] Capstone. (Suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
Xander, was I expecting you?
I hope not.
Well, is everything in order,
the credentials I delivered last night?
They checked out.
I'll have some better
quality goods for you tomorrow.
Out of 100 actors, five of
them might come from wealth.
Damn fools think money can buy them talent.
I've been hearing rumors about you,
and the more I get to know you, Capstone,
the more I see of you,
(suspenseful music continues)
The more I'm inclined
to believe these rumors,
especially after speaking
with a chap called Lee this morning.
He's apparently been
doing some cleaning for you.
You know Lee?
There aren't many people
in his line of business in this city.
I know them all. (Tense music)
Well, I, um, (sniffs) you smell that?
(Arthur sniffing)
No, it's not you.
What the hell are you doing?
Perfume.
Can you smell perfume?
(Arthur sniffing)
The only thing I smell
around here is you,
and I definitely smell something odd.
Perhaps you can answer me this.
What do you know about
missing people, specifically actors,
specifically young, dark-haired women.
You and me, we've done some good business.
What you've supplied has been top drawer.
But if what I'm hearing is
true, I am seriously alarmed.
I might be many things,
Capstone, but taking a woman's life,
that's stepping over the fucking line.
Cease and desist.
Complete your shit.
Then, leave this country
and never come back.
Got it?
Good.
Delightful speaking with you as always.
(footsteps plodding)
(tense music continues)
Jesus, he must have a
nose like a bloodhound.
Did that man just say what I think he said?
Do you still think that
was a rat back there?
Come on, let's leave
before the creep sniffs us out.
(footsteps plodding)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering and squeaking)
(footsteps plodding) (suspenseful music)
(door squeaking) (footsteps plodding)
Leave your things
on the table, no scripts.
Stephanie, tell me about yourself
and what experience you have.
Well, it's all there
in my CV, TV and film,
like a mix, and some stage.
Can I say I am so excited about this?
[Capstone] What kind of
movies you like to watch?
Thrillers and courtroom
dramas are my go-to genres.
Do you like horror?
Well, I would say
no, but my friend Ellie is
so into horror, and her
boyfriend is, too, so I'm like,
"Okay, I'm going there."
Ever wanted to be murdered?
(suspenseful music continues)
I'm sorry?
Murdered, killed, executed, rubbed out,
in a film, of course.
I just want to portray
the character as best I can,
as realistically as... Are you method?
If you were to be killed in a movie,
how would you go about your research?
How would you realistically portray dying?
I'm not method.
Shame.
Do you get nervous in front of the camera?
No.
Are you nervous now?
(suspenseful music continues)
No.
Well, I have a routine at auditions.
Nervous or not, I like
my actors to meditate
before they perform their lines.
I'm not sure that's something I'd feel
There's nothing to be concerned about.
Close your eyes, please.
(suspenseful music continues)
Close them.
(metronome clicking)
Listen to the rhythm of the metronome.
Now, I want you to imagine
that you're floating in a warm sea of blue.
Imagine you're invincible,
powerful, that you can fly.
Now, deep breath.
(dramatic music) (metronome clicking)
(Stephanie gagging)
(Stephanie whimpering)
(dramatic music continues)
(door squeaking)
(dramatic music continues)
(door creaking)
(head thudding) (Domenic grunting)
(footsteps plodding)
(Ruby gasping) (dramatic music continues)
(foot thudding)
(door clattering)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(Arthur sniffing)
I know you're here.
I can smell you.
I recognize your perfume.
(dramatic music continues)
You can't leave me alone, can you?
Even in death, you're
still trying to control me.
I won't stand for it anymore.
I'll get a fucking priest to exorcise you
if you don't leave me in
peace once and for all.
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(dramatic music continues)
(door squeaking)
(siren blaring) (dramatic music continues)
(Arthur laughing)
You have no idea who
I'm connected with, do you,
and how much serious
fucking shit you're in?
You're connected to nobody, Capstone.
You're a pathetic fraud.
You represent no Hollywood movie,
and you're no Scottfell exec.
I'm a master of what I do.
It's amazing how stupidly
trusting actors can be
with people in power.
You have no power,
and your desire for such
has regressed into delusion.
And your fanciful and
misguided judgment is irrelevant.
So, as long as you keep
getting your stolen IDs,
and I get my financial reward,
we should both live and let live.
I told you the taking
of a woman's life is
abhorrent to me, unforgivable.
That young chap, Domenic, told
me he telephoned your studio,
talked to someone about you.
You see, he was still clinging to the dream
that you were going to give
him a role in a Hollywood film.
Of course, he had no
idea that you're filthy killer.
So, who are you really?
Because you're not
Arthur Capstone, are you?
Capstone is a reclusive octogenarian
with a heavy tan and an eye patch,
someone with too much power
and not a charitable bone in his body.
What's your real name?
I'll not tell the likes of you.
The likes of me?
Oh, the irony.
It doesn't matter. I'll find out.
You know that film "Cool Hand Luke"?
Well, Luke, played by Paul Newman, had
to eat 50 eggs as part of a bet.
Actually, on the set, it
was apparently just eight.
But that's enough, I'd say, impressive.
How wonderful, a history
lesson about movie trivia.
Alas, we don't have time
to prepare the eggs for you,
but here's something else I found earlier.
(dramatic music)
(lid thudding)
(Arthur gagging) (dramatic music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(tape rasping) (Arthur grunting)
(plastic bags rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
Thank you so much for this opportunity.
I, I thought I'd, like,
missed the deadline,
so I'm so thrilled the audition
dates have been extended.
So, a little bit about me.
Yeah, I've been told I really
bring life to my characters,
which is why I won Best Emerging Voice
at the "Swamp Life Horror Film Festival."
You know, it's an achievement
of which I'm most proud.
That's very impressive, Jodie.
I'm glad you think so.
I, I do hope you'll
consider me for the role.
Is the movie financed?
You know, I only ask 'cause, you know,
I sympathize so much with filmmakers,
and it's so hard to get funding for films,
and I've been disappointed so many times
when movies haven't moved
forward because of lack of money.
It's not something
you need to worry about.
We're arranging finance as we speak.
(gentle music)
(bag rustling)
(zipper whizzing)
(bag snapping)
(zipper whizzing)
Do you like this dress?
I'm gonna keep this one.
You deserve it.
(footsteps plodding)
Dance with me?
Maybe later.
Oh, come on, Dom, pretty please.
There she goes with the hair thing.
Chilling, Rube. (Gentle music continues)
You are just scared of not looking cool.
Eddie, don't go out on
the streets with that gun.
You know the cops are after you,
and your brother is one
of them, for God's sake.
You're gonna have to put the gun down
and come to the station, Eddie.
This is not you.
All the narcotics, the pimps, this place,
you're washed up and wasted.
Yeah, I'm a cop, but you're my brother.
Don't make me take you down, Eddie.
Don't make me do it.
(gentle music continues)
You got a gun?
You're the only one here with a gun.
But I thought you had the gun.
(Ruby laughing)
I don't want a gun.
(laughing) Whose gun is it?
(Ruby laughing)
Yours or mine?
(both laughing)
(mellow music)
(mellow music continues)
(mellow music continues)
(light airy music)
(light airy music continues)
(light airy music continues)