The Monster Project

Fu...

There's something on the roof.

Something big.

Oh, shit!

What the fuck was that?

Anybody out there?

Look, I don't play that Michael Myers shit!

I got a .45...

and a crucifix!

I go to friendship baptist church!

Look, man, I'm coming right now!

Hey, I see you!

Devon!

Jamal?

Devon!

Shit.

Jesus, Jamal.

You okay?

You were supposed to hit the stunt pad, bro.

I totally missed it.

I'd have cracked my damned ass, shit.

I think your ass

is already cracked.

You gonna help me up or what?

Yeah, come here.

How'd you miss that?

It's totally pitch black out here!

It's huge!

Did you at least get the shot?

I almost killed myself,

but yeah, I got the shot.

Of course you did.

Let's go post it online,

scare the shit out of people.

This is boring, boring, boring,

oh, look at that.

Bye, Jamal!

See ya!

Man, you do not pay me enough for this.

Yo, Dev, man, check out the hit count.

I know!

Hey, the channel's blowing up.

The more videos we post, the more hits we get across the line.

Even that grainy shit we filmed back in the day.

Hell, yeah!

All those views, that's all money right there, baby!

But you know...

What?

We can make more.

Like make more money?

You already know I'm with that.

What if we turn this into a show?

We go out looking for real monsters.

Okay, Devon.

You do know monsters ain't real.

It doesn't matter if they're real or fake.

People will watch.

And they'll want to believe it's real.

Yo, Dev!

Yeah, what's up?

Bro, grab your camera, come check this out.

Check what out?

Dude, just trust me! Come check it out.

I'm telling you, bro, man, you're gonna like this name.

What am I looking at?

The monster project.

Bang bang.

Original.

Hey, I couldn't figure nothing else, man.

Blair witch was already taken.

What is that, like the casting call?

Sure is, I just finished it.

Check it out.

Attention all monsters in the Los Angeles area,

looking for subjects to be interviewed

for a documentary titled...

The monster project!

Okay.

Actors do not submit.

Serious inquiries only.

If you suffer from legitimate conditions

like clinical lycanthropy and renfield's syndrome

or believe that you are inflicted

by the supernatural or paranormal,

call the number below.

No age or ethnicity requirements.

Can we add, like,

no ugly hos allowed?

Hey, mom, dad.

Um, this is video log 237,

so you know what that means.

Two hundred thirty single days sober.

It'll be 240 on my birthday.

Got the money transfer you sent, thanks again.

I'm still waiting on some new jobs

I applied for.

Trying to put the pieces back together.

Been going to aa meetings at the church.

Actually, the pastor tonight told us

about this old story.

Inside all of us there's this battle between duals.

One is good, love, you know, bravery.

And the other is evil, you know, fear, guilt,

jealousy, and addiction.

When I asked him, which one wins, he said,

the one that you feed,

which made me think about myself.

And I still feel...

Hey, Bry.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry. No, I just...

Recording one of your video diaries.

No, I was just wrapping up.

Come and say hi.

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Jay.

Don't worry, me and Jamal, we got

your boy's birthday covered this year.

We'll film the whole party and send you the highlights.

I need you to move your car.

I'm off to set Colton's and 30.

What, are they finally going to let you direct?

Now we'll see when that happens.

Will you cast me when you're famous?

Yes.

I'll let you finish up. Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Jay!

All right.

I guess it's rude to keep a beautiful girl waiting

so, one day at a time.

I'll see you tomorrow at 200 and 38.

Bye.

It's day one on our search for monsters.

Right now we are heading east of la

to an Indian reservation to meet up

with a guy who claims to be a skinwalker.

So we're meeting a native American werewolf?

Basically.

Devon, look at this shit.

It says "no trespassing."

Do you really think we should be here?

Yo, I'm running out of breath.

We've walked like ten feet.

How are you out of breath?

You know, I'm a little skeptical about this.

Relax, he's a cop.

A cop?

Hello, I'm black?

Wait, wait, did you hear that?

What, you think it's coyotes or something?

That is the sound of me fucking with you.

I fucking hate you.

I wish something will bite you in the ass.

Hey, Dev.

The light's blinkin'. I'm running out of battery, bro.

You don't have any spares?

Nah, man, I left them in the car.

Did you hear that?

Hell yeah, man,

it sounded like wolves or something.

No, they're coyotes.

Devon?

Please don't be mad,

please don't be mad.

He's not mad.

Oh, and he's mad.

Damn.

Here it comes.

Did you get any of that conversation?

I saw he was wearing like one

of those police body cameras, maybe.

Do not fuck up on me again, Jamal.

Listen, man, I promise it won't happen again, all right?

Fuck.

Hey, look on the bright side.

I mean, you did get your skinwalker

and, I gotta admit, he does look legit.

Oh, he's legit.

Hey, you know why the camera battery is always dead?

Why?

Because you keep filming stupid shit like this,

you're supposed to be giving me directions.

What do you need directions for?

You know which house it is.

Back up, back up.

Why?

Just back the fuck up.

What the hell is the problem?

Murielle's still here.

She was supposed to be out by 9:00.

Shit, turn the lights off.

This is so stupid.

How old are we?

We've work to do!

Listen, I told your ass when

you started dating Murielle that if you messed up,

there was gonna be consequences.

I thought that meant you were going to kick my ass?

Yeah, well, I still need to!

Look, you and me, we're cool,

but you and Murielle, that's a whole other story.

She holds grudges.

She still hasn't forgave you for leaving.