Dick and Marge
Ezra GoldbergPatsy O’Connell

Cast profile

Derek Mullins

Lead Cameraman

Derek Mullins steadying a camera amid studio lights.

Every shot keeps the sparks in frame.

Derek pilots the roaming volumetric rigs, capturing Dick’s swagger, Marge’s side-eye, and the audience’s every gasp.

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Backstory

Derek Mullins is 24, originally from Lima, Ohio — a flat, unremarkable town known mostly for its cornfields, road salt, and a Walmart Supercenter the locals affectionately call “the mall.” He spent his adolescence filming skate fails and school plays with equal sincerity, convinced that editing could make life feel more important. With Ivy League brochures arriving at other people’s houses, Derek enrolled at Great Lakes Media College, a for-profit academy wedged between a vape shop and a tax office. There, he mastered the art of making outdated DSLRs look cinematic and learned that “networking” meant friending your professor on Facebook. .

Armed with a degree printed on glossy paper, he moved to New York with four hard drives of hope and a single conviction: if David Fincher could start in commercials, he could start with coffee. Now he’s the unpaid intern backbone of Tonight with Dick and Marge—wrangling cables, chasing light leaks, and storyboarding ad breaks no one asked for. He swears it’s temporary. Everyone else swears he’s indispensable.

A young Derek Mullins films a slow tractor on a rural Ohio roadside, the flat fields, rusted fence, and distant Walmart sign capturing the quiet monotony of his small-town beginnings.
Derek Mullins adjusts a camera in a small media classroom with old posters and mismatched monitors.
Derek Mullins eats noodles on the floor of a small New York apartment surrounded by boxes and camera gear.

Personality

Derek Mullins is polite to a fault and powered entirely by validation. Praise him and he’ll glow; ignore him and he’ll assume you’re busy. He talks at double speed when nervous, which is always, and treats his Dick & Marge lanyard like a family crest.

His heart belongs—unwittingly—to Tiffany, the fashion blogger who calls him “Derry” and once described his lighting as “vibey.” That single adjective rearranged his worldview. He now films her Reels, edits her TikToks, and waits for text messages that begin with “hey film boy.”

He thinks she smiles differently when they’re alone. She doesn’t. She’s just checking her reflection in the lens he’s holding.

Derek Mullins capturing a sweeping audience shot.
Derek Mullins films a poised woman in a red beret sipping coffee at a Paris café, sunlight warming the striped awning and marble tables around her.
Derek Mullins rides a graffiti-covered New York subway at night, reading an open Marlowe Mode magazine glowing under flickering fluorescent light.