Body Double

Action, Jake.

Jake! Action.

Cut.

Jake, what's your problem?

Open the coffin

a beat after you open your eyes.

Hey, hey!

Raise the camera!

Something's

the matter with him.

That's all right, Jake.

Just relax.

Something's going on.

Something's weird.

Give him some air.

What's the matter?

Speak to me.

Come on. Talk.

What's the matter?

I don't know

what happened.

I was in the coffin.

I closed my eyes.

The camera was

on top of me.

I couldn't move.

No big thing.

Just for a second there,

I couldn't move.

Uh-huh.

I don't know

what happened.

Fire!

What happened?

Joe, get up there!

Put some water on it!

Throw some water on it!

This is great.

That's terrific.

You got it under control...

You know, you really

look exhausted.

Why don't you take

a shower and go on home?

We lost the sun anyways.

Let me try it

one more time.

There isn't

any sun anymore.

Nuts with

that extreme.

And a Manhattan?

Yeah.

Fries?

Right.

Rings?

Two large Cokes

with ice.

Onions on everything.

Is that to go?

Yeah.

$4.99.

Keep the change.

Have a nice day.

You, too.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Shh.

Ooh!

Ohhh!

Hey, Scully.

How's that picture

coming?

Good.

Fine.

Great.

Jack Daniels, neat.

Scully, you quit

drinking, remember?

Just get the drink,

Doug.

What's the matter?

They cut your big scene?

Again.

Carol?

You're a bartender,

not a priest.

That's right.

I'm a bartender.

Keep the f***ing

glass filled.

Keep your own

glass filled.

I'm sorry, Doug.

I'm sorry.

Just don't pay

any attention to me.

I...

Need a place to stay?

Yeah. I guess I do.

Jake, what are

you doing here?

I figured I'd go

to some interviews,

stay busy.

Do you know

about any sublets?

No. I'll check around.

Something available

immediately?

Not offhand.

What ho!

Whole f***ing

world's here.

You know each other?

Jake Scully.

Sam Buchard.

Jake Scully!

See you in class.

We've got class?

Yeah. At 3:
00.

Right.

Good luck.

What have

you been doing?

A low-budget

independent horror film,

Vampire's Kiss.

I play the vampire.

Vampire's Kiss?

It sounds interesting.

I did Petruchio

in Taming of the Shrew.

Sounds interesting.

Anything else?

You mean

anything good?

You are working.

That's good. Isn't it?

Yeah.

Jake!

Hi.

Small town, huh?

Scully.

Jack Scully.

Jake.

Give 'em hell, man.

Hello. Jake Scully.

I remember that it was dark.

Really black.

I was just a little kid.

The wall behind me was cold.

And damp.

I was hiding...

Oh, yeah.

I was part of this game,

"Sardine."

I was "It."

Everybody was looking for me.

And there was humming...

because I was behind the freezer

in the basement.

I had jammed myself in

so hard behind the freezer...

that I couldn't move.

I'm afraid.

Uh-huh.

What are you afraid of?

They're not going to find me.

But they're not supposed to find you.

I'm afraid because I can't move.

Well, why don't you cry out?

I can't. I'm afraid.

Besides, I'm the sardine,

and they're not supposed to find me.

Particularize that.

Who can't find you?

My big brothers.

It was the first

time they ever let me play.

Your brothers will want to help you, right?

No. They won't let me play again.

They're bigger than you.

Yeah.

Will they hurt you?

Yes.

How?

They'll laugh at me

for getting stuck behind the freezer,

for crying out for help...

like a big baby.

That's right.

You are a baby.

I know.

Yeah.

You're afraid.

Yeah.

You must act.

I can't. I'm afraid.

You'll never escape.

I know.

You'll die.

Yeah.

Bullshit!

You've got to act!

F*** the fear.

You got to cry out for help.

Come on. Use your body.

Cry for help! Come on!

You can do it, Jake.

I want you to cry out.

I can't.

I'm a sardine.

Sardines in a can are dead.

They can't feel.

But you're alive and afraid,

not a goddamn dead sardine.

Dig down, Jake!

Cry out!

I can't.

Come on, Jake.

Leave the guy alone.

Don't interrupt this exercise.

Exercise? This looks like a mind f*** to me.

What is your name?

You're not in this class.

That's right. I'm not.

I expected a class for acting,

not humiliation.

What gives you the right

to f*** around with this guy's head?

You'd better leave.

That's a good idea.

I'm going to act.

Class is out. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Sorry, Will.

Come on.

I can't do this today.

This is called an exit.

Sh*t.

What a fool I am.

Come on, Jake.

You're too hard on yourself.

They can't get a job.

They put an ad in the trade,

call themselves teachers.

They teach us

to be more f***ed up.

That's not it.

Get another round?

Coming up.

Oh.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Are you married?

Separated.

Me, too, as of yesterday.

We weren't married,

but it was almost the same thing.

What happened?

I'm sorry.

That's not my business.

That's okay. It's just...

it sounds so stupid.

These things usually do.

I caught her in bed with another guy.

Can you believe that?

Oh, man.

You had no idea?

No.

None.

Christ, I keep seeing it.

Carol lying there.

Her face was glowing.

Her face was glowing?

Yeah.

How do you get her face to glow?

16 years of humping,

not once did I get a glimmer.

Glowing?

I'm sorry, man.

That's tough.

You're right.

It's not that big a deal.

You kicked the b*tch out,

I hope. No.

Why not?

It was her place.

Oh, man, you've

been through the shitter.

Where are you staying?

I got a friend with a floor.

Hey...

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