Development
The Long Game
Road to Calum
Grand Restore Auto
In Production
Harrigan Mini Series
People, Politics, & Planes
Releasing
If I Were You
Harrigan
Sparks and Embers
Catalogue
Bait Room
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Plot Summary
A gritty tale of conflict, prejudice and humour set in a small dark, filthy, testosterone filled bait room in a Police station where the graveyard shift rest and eat during the middle of the night. Set in Newcastle upon Tyne 1970.
Health and safety, political correctness? Forget it! This is 1970 when cops roamed the streets and endeavoured to protect the public. No radios, pepper sprays or stab proof vests then, they just got on with it unsupported, bare against the underworld. A microcosm of social attitudes then.
This small dark, filthy room was their safe haven, where bait was consumed in the dead of night and the mask of respectability dropped, conflict could grow, but always underpinned by a rich vein of black humour, cementing them as a team. Bait Room is surreal, funny and touching. But most of all makes us wonder, what happened to the real Bobby on the beat?
Cast - In order of appearance
Porky - Steven Hillman
Sid - Peter Brown
Blackie - Christopher Bailey
Kathy - Louise Dearden
Sergeant Inch - Philip Harrison
Adamson - Bill Fellows
Crew
Produced and Directed by Vincent Woods
Written by Arthur Mckenzie
DOP - James McAleer
D.I.T (Digital Image Technician) - Richard George Robert Scott
Lighting by Dave Morgan
Lighting Assistant - Kay Donnelly
Sound Recordist - Andy Ludbrook
Music by Beatsuite & Mudshark
Music Design Vince Woods
1st Assistant Director - Jamie Korn
2nd Assistant Director - Phil Diamond
Location Manager - Gareth Williams
Production Manager - Kate Dobson
Production Assistant - Andrew Cheeseman
Production Assistant - Joanna Culver
Photography - Davina Ferguson
Costume and Art Direction - Sabrina Robinson
Props - Northern Prop Hire
Make-up - Vikky Johnston
Edited by Benjamin Mullins
Sound Edit by Andy Ludbrook
Casting - David Whitaker & Jackie fielding