But If You Try Sometimes... You Find... You Get What You Need.

Making Apt1B was a monster exercise in necessity. We were, it turns out, being ambitious shooting nearly 40 pages of script in 60 hours over 6 days - not unheard of, but, when you do that, you have a clear view of the back of the 8 ball when you start.

Below, I've included a section of the actual shooting script for the sequence just after Becky realizes she's locked in her room. We opted for changing the point-of-view suggested by the script in order to streamline the story/the shooting - but the p.o.v. also changes how we experience this sequence in an interesting way. It's worth a look, if you're interested in what the script-to-screen trip can look like.

Give it a read. Then go back and watch Episode 1 at disgracdtv.com or vimeo.com/disgracedtv again to see what we did with it.

INT. BECKY'S BEDROOM - DAY

BECKY'S EYES scan the room for something that might help.

She grabs her CELL PHONE off the bed side table. But its plug lies next to it unconnected and the phone’s battery is dead. She bangs the phone’s BLANK SCREEN against the side of her hand. Nothing.

She KNEELS DOWN in front of the door and peers at the unmoving latch.

CONT.

She runs her fingers over THE HINGES.

CONT.

She tries to DIG HER FINGERS around the pin in the hinge to pull it out.

CONT.

She BLOWS into the space between the handle and the wall like you’d clean off a CD.

CONT.

She TUGS at the door, one leg up on the wall for extra oomph.

CONT.

She sweeps off all the books of a BOOKSHELF hanging over the foot of the bed.

CONT.

She uses the HARDCOVER of one of the books to try to PRY THE PIN out of the hinge.

LATER

BECKY sits with her back against the door. She WIPES TEARS out of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Her eyes settle on her ALARM CLOCK. It’s not on. She remembers the man from what she is still hoping is last night’s dream.

It sinks in. Her EYES WIDEN.

She looks up and sees that the overhead LIGHT IS OFF.

She looks; the LIGHT SWITCH IS STILL ON.

She gets up and FLIPS IT ON AND OFF. Nothing.

All right. Probably just a power failure. Not some creepy dream guy.

But…

She creases her forehead, eyes moving around the room looking for something…

Something…

And finding nothing, her eyes stop moving.

The room really seems to be CLOSING IN ON HER. She has to get out.

BECKY looks at THE WINDOW.