input: TEXT: [EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT] [INT. WAREHOUSE] (A young woman is held captive with her wrists tied high above her head. Off screen, she hears faint slicing, and gurgling. She screams.) (Blood squirts on her face and in her mouth. She coughs. Yuck.) (Behind her, a man hacks off a dummy's head.) Zack Putrid (director): (o.s.) Cut! (She continues to cough.) Zack Putrid: (o.s.) Cut! Damn it! (The bell rings and overhead lights turn on. The director, Zack Putrid, gets out of his chair.) Zack Putrid: Can somebody please get her a glass of water?! (He walks up to the actress.) What happened? Babe? What are you doing? Are you choking on the blood? (She nods.) SFX Guy: I did what you told me to. Zack Putrid: Yeah, but this time, get it on her face, not in her mouth. SFX Guy: The mouth is part of the face. Zack Putrid: Yeah, I know, I know. But hit her from the side, from the side. And get plenty on the rack. (The SFX guy turns and leaves. We hold on the two actors dressed as doctors - one giant man and Dickie Jones.) Giant Doctor: We're dying here. Dickie Jones: I'm going to go ring it. Giant Doctor: All right. Hey, grab me a bear claw. (Dickie Jones heads off the set. He walks past Zack Putrid talking with the cameraman who is wearing a red baseball cap.) Zack Putrid (director): How long have I known you, huh? This is you and me. Get the shot -- not too tight. Wide enough to fit in the fun bags. (The director turns back to the actress, who is still tied up with her arms over her head as the fake blood is being wiped off her. Her make-up is being
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output: <extra_id_0> The team investigates the murder of Weatherley Adams, a horror/slasher film actress found on the set with an ax in her back. The autopsy reveals that she was gored but that the ax wasn't the murder weapon. When Ronnie discovers a second body at the studio hanging from the rafters, she also comes face to face with the killer. Sara despairs at having death thrust in her face everyday.<extra_id_1>