An excerpt from the production journal, in the words of producer Justin Barber:

"Two days ago, after production day three, I was into my fourth hour of after-set errands and fire-putting-outs. Next on my list was a stop at the office space which our editor's renting in a warehouse near the Mission to backup that day's footage. I go in and drop our only set of the building's keys, my phone and a boxed hard drive on our desk. Then I walk through two steel double-doors at the back of the space into a small hallway leading to the bathroom. The doors slam shut behind me and lock. I'm trapped. It's 1:30am Saturday night. There's nobody in the building and won't be until Monday. I have to be on set in six hours, and still a handful of other errands that if left undone plus me just not showing up in the morning would scuttle the day completely.

My phone rings, mockingly, from the other side of steel and plaster.

Kicking down a door isn't as easy as it is in the movies. I tried every combination of velocity, my body and impact to no avail. I'm a vegan who's had to eat extemely cheap over the last year - so I flail for a few minutes against it's unflinching mass, rest a few minutes, repeat the process. I try every handle-jiggle trick imaginable. There were three other doors in the hallway, one missing a knob completely, but immovable nonetheless. Another was a huge fire door, it's railing apparently warped by time which prohibited any sliding. Lastly, a door at the back with an illuminated exit sign above. Also locked.

Good one, universe. My phone continued to ring."

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