S3/E11 | The Movie Theater

has taken root in our little town. And if you're looking to take refuge from this evening's cruel tricks, Bradberry Picture House invites you to drop on by, whether you're in danger, lost, or just incredibly lonely. Our doors are always open. Mm hm this this is an air duct and it's a dead end. Psilo. I don't know where to go, Besilo, Besilo, don't now come in arrow quickly. I can't see anything. What is this place? H m hm Now the movie theater because there's this thing playing?

Blow is anyone here? All these empty seats? They must be closed. Take it into the lobby, maybe the emergency exit. Ah, why would they lock. It just definitely qualifies as an emergency. Well, we can't get out, and we can't go back the way we came in. There has to be something we can't just be trapped in here as well? Can you hear me? BESI? Well, where did he go? I can't believe I'm saying it arrow, but I wish he was here. His help isn't always the most helpful, but at least

he'd have an idea. I know, boy, there's got to be something wrong here. What do you think it is? Movie? Is by making it? Use your mind? Popcorns so hard to break? Three TV? Is the screen actually made of human skin? Hopefully we won't find out to claim a movie coming to hell? There must be someone up in the projection? Movie? Hello? Hello, Hello, I know someone's out there. What's the matter? Is the picture blurry? No? What? Well? Then take your seat. They'll disturb the other guests. I'm

the only one here. Well, lucky, you enjoy the show. I don't want to watch a movie. I'm just trying to get out of here. There won't be any refunds. I don't care. Just let me out. You're free to go any time. But all the doors are locked. Hello, there is another way out. Come to the back of the theater. There's a door hidden in the middle of the wall. You know, hello, but I don't see another way. Come on Arrow. Well you sure are getting the backstage

tour tonight? You said there was an exit. This is just your office. This is the box. This is where the real magic happens. Do you have any idea of the work that goes into the exhibition of cinematic I don't, and you don't care. I just want to leave. Oh calm down now. There's nothing up here that will hurt you. You have my word, Max. The screen is not made of human skin, though it would hardly be a stretch given all you've seen tonight. Who are you? I'm the projectionist.

And how do you know my name? Your dog is very faithful? Uh yeah, Carol's a restaurant. Hmm. How come I've never seen you around? Are you new to Bradbury? No, I've been here a while. Can't have been that long? Is theater is only a few years old? I think it opened right before the Craft. The world doesn't revolve around motion pictures, Max. There are many ways to tell a story. M surely you listen to the radio. I I have to get home. Please unlock the doors, but

the movie is starting. I heard about your fan No shame in it. Good hard work and folks all over town. If basen the same your fiction? That's is that me? How? Who are you? I told you I'm the projectionist? Okay, before that? What did people call you before? I was the projectionist? I've always been a projectionist. My father was a projectionist. His father before him was a projectionist. His father before him was He actually worked in textiles, but

he was the black sheep. Were you talking about? Your grandfather? Couldn't have been a projectionist. Don't even movies back there? Where did you hear that? My dad told me a bit of advice, son, don't listen too much to what other people tell you. Everyone's got an agenda. It's the ones who say they don't that you can't trust. Well, what's your agenda? Don't got one? Hand me that real? Well, go on, it won't bite. But to your point, yes,

I suppose we didn't always call ourselves projectionists. There were a host of gadgets that came before this wonderful machine, phantoscopes and phasmatropes, zoopraxoscopes and zoo tropes, chromotropes, kinetoscopes, kinnessy graphs, pracsino scopes. Before them were the instruments of phantasmagoria, the magic lantern, the cameras obscure. And before it all there was the art of silhouette, the puppetry of handshadows against

a fire lit cavern wall. And for all of them, in every era there was an operator, someone who could take a moment frozen in time and bring it back to life. The projectionist. How did you have that film from the orchard of me and the farmer? I see everything that happens in Bradberry, all of its stories. Kid, What are you doing way out on the highway? No harm? And they havn't a decent meal? Who warm yourself up a bit? Maybe you could come on, get out of

the element, get your breath. How how did you get this? You said? The dog is your best friend? Huh, Yes, he still is a best friend. Who can't talk back. It's got my design. Perhaps he's protective too. That's a good traitment a friend. But Arrow is not the only one protecting you, is he? Just tell me what you want here, come turn the crank. Will it make me a projectionist with you? As if just anyone could take on this mantle? Now what did you do? As I say,

I unlocked the doors? M m, there's nothing to be afraid of. I just want you to have a hand in telling this story. Why because it's yours? Llow ll hold? Where the all? How did you get this? Birthday? Birthdays yard? I was so little at time? Flies, boy, you better get to wrap in here. One time lost his job. Children, Get down school, Matt? Are you paying attention? I haven't been so long. M Does that make you sad? Of course? I mean at first I thought I'd get really lonely

not seeing everyone. But and I'd like kickball with you guys, mad pot the point, kickball with the but I all move mad off bird. Oh. But it was only after I left school that I realized I've always really been lonely, and I don't mind so much anymore. No, why is that I don't know most people, at least the ones I've known, are cruel. I only want to play tricks and hurt you. For me, loneliness is like the numb, frozen feeling when snow gets inside your mitten. It's frost bite.

But being around people, trusting them and having them rite you down, it's like having your handcut right off, the searing pain of human connection. Hence the dog. What do you want from me? Don't stop? This is the good part. No, I'm done. One more, one more scene, and I promise that is it. All your questions will be answered. Fine, do not be afraid. You have nothing to fear from me. What are you a friend? For a man who sees everything? I thought i'd seen everything, but this vesslele as you

call him? That? An old one? He ala seems to show up when you are in trouble. Well, what do we have here? Another hitchhiker? You're not my cooker? What do you suppose that's because he's saving you from danger? You needed me and so I came to help, Or because he is the danger back the woman wants us? You're not world? Who is he really? Who? You pray? Pray? What is he really? You're familiar the thing that follows? Why is he so interested in you? Let me walk

home with you? That is all I ask? And why does he need you to trust him? I think you are the reason I exist either way, it must be nice having someone who's always there. Then again, I wonder where he is now. You didn't answer anything. All you did was ask questions, why are you keeping me here? You didn't really think you're the only one in this

town who's lonely? Did you? Don't you have friends? I spend my days observing other some them afar so close that I know every detail, every glorious or dirty secret, But nobody knows me. I've had friends, but they're always fleeting like her. Let me out, I'll be lea, you're back, you're not, and then you won't get away with this. But what do these let me go? I don't. Did you trap someone nut in the screen? How I'm the projections?

It's really hard and will happened? They always burn. I've tried this before tonight, prisoning others humans inside my screen, and it works well until midnight, when the sorcery of sam Haine vanishes into the dawn. On any normal day, the weak constitution of human flesh and bone are unfit to weather my playpen. Only I could find someone of in human constitution. Where am I? Well? I guess that's the end of the clip shop. What is this place. I do not know what happened. I do not know

how I lost you. Oh? But he's never too far away? Is he? Max? Who is that with you? It's the projection is highs allow? What is this? Let me out of here at one. If there's anything to be gleaned from tonight's events is that your Bezel is in his element, battling the mortal world, but against something like me. Release me, Priest. Perhaps he's not so scary after all? What is going on here? I I don't know how to explain it, But you're in a movie? What what? Oh? Nothing for

you to worry about? Bez? Can I call you? Bez? I don't know what you are, and I know you'd never tell me the truth. But we know you're not human, And if my theory is correct, that very inhumanity may possess the fortitude to withstand my prison of the damned beyond midnight? Or dare I say forever, no way, no way, You're gonna trap Beslo here as your friend forever. Max, Listen to me. You need to get out of here immediately. This is not safe for you. What about you? What

if he's wrong? You're not able to withstand it at midnight, you'd be incinerated. Incinerated. Oh, he'll be fine, better than fine. He'll have a new companion, and so finally will I. Oh, I won't leave him here, Max, this is not about me. You need to go. Let us talk. Of course, Max, I'd never ask you to just leave as alone here. I'm no common highwayman, after all, I'm a businessman. Let's see six hundred seven D eight hundred nine D. That's

that's for me and your family. You could keep the bank from taking your house hack With this much dough, you could just buy the bank. Max. It's okay, I will be fine, but you have to get out of here right now. Do not listen to any of your mouth are all incinerate you, and do do not scare me. Do your worst, you pathetic little Let's pause right there. Please excuse the outburst. The switch to talkies hasn't been easy. You're crazy. Have you thought to consider why you don't

have any friends. I might have a few ideas, Oh, I imagine you do. We're not so different, you and I. I know what it feels like the way you begin to lose feeling go numb. I too have felt the frost bite of loneliness. Max, Well, if you like that, let go of my arm. I'm gonna love this seering pain of human connection. Help me out of this? How do I free? Bez? All out? Max? It's going to get cooling you in? What are you worried about your

precious projectors? This projector is more valuable than you can imagine. But it's not just that you don't know what you're doing well. Times are tough all around. Now now, no no, no, no, no, no, no no no. I can't be here. What have you done? Boy? What have you done? Hello? Stranger? Stay back, stay back? Where's your pause button? Now? Now listen. I'll make you a deal. Have another stack of bills on you? You know I'm the only one who can get you out

of here. We will see about that, Max, this would be a good time to leave. I am not sure you will want to see this. Yeah, mh Bresilo is not in the screen anymore. The screen Arrow through the screen. There's gotta be an exit back there. H oh grows it is human skin. Oh arrow, don't eat it, good boy, I guess come on, m hm m hmm. I can't see anything back here. Where out arrow? Are you still there? A little? Is that following my voice? This way? You're free.

I wasn't sure, but I thought maybe if I grouped the projector hurry, there's a trash shoot back here A little? Yes, Max? Well, I guess I was expecting a thank you for rescuing me. Max. I appreciate you saving me from an eternity enslaved as the climate of a deranged projectionist trumped in a movie screen meat a flesh. Oh thank you, Max. Now please get in the shoote. This will drop you behind the building. What about you? Aren't you coming? No, I need to

finish the movie. But how you Carol? Don't worry. Bisilo will be okay. Yeah, he'll be okay. Come on, buddy, I like your best one. It's just us anyway. Thirteen Days of Halloween Devil's Night, starring Carter Rockwood and Clancy Brown.

Episode eleven. The movie Theater written by Noah Finberg and Alexander Williams, editing and sound designed by Zoe Shay, featuring the voices of Noah Finberg, Olivia Castineau, Jeffrey Kennedy, Joseph Whipp, Joe Hart, Stig, Michael Eldred Clayton, Frowning, Clayton Ferris, Laura Shine, Raphael Corkill, Brian Bickerstaff, Mark Hatfield, and Gary Forbes. Directed by Alexander Williams. Script supervision by Nicolas Takoski. Casting by Sunday Bowling c s A and Meg Mormon c s A.

Production coordinator Wayna Calderon. Production assistants Zoe Shay and Amber Ferris. Animal recording by Ben James, closing theme by Rose Azerti Loyalty Freak Music dot Com. Recorded at d G Entertainment in Los Angeles, California. Engineered by Gary Forbes and Jody Avant. Additional recording by Wally's Hideout in San Francisco, California. Engineered by Chris mcgru Executive producers Aaron Mankey, Noah Finberg, Chris Dicky,

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