Thirty-something Elizabeth must decide whether to salvage her disappointing relationship with Drew. Meanwhile, a worrisome teenager, Bea reconnects with her introverted childhood friend, Andy, at their high school prom. Past and present collide as two couples explore love over the course of one night at a hotel.
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1 Night (2016) 80 min | Drama | Romance | 2016-10-14 Rating: 6.2 out of 10 from 147 users MPAA Rating: PG-13 Language: English Director: Minhal Baig Creator: Minhal Baig Actors: Kyle Allen, Isabelle Fuhrman, Justin Chatwin, Anna Camp, Kelli Berglund TagLine: Love can happen at any time.
Time is a funny thing.
One day you're a little girl running fast
toward an unknowable future.
And then suddenly you're an adult, not sure
of who you are and what you're doing.
I know that I've let you down in
the past and I'd like to make it
up to you somehow.
Please come with me.
You want to go back to a time
when things were simple.
Where have you been?
Everybody's upstairs by now.
I'm going home.
I'm out.
I'm over prom.
No, you're not.
You're coming with me to the after party.
Hey.
Hi.
How come you talk to me like we
didn't ride our bikes every day when we
were eight?
Because we're not eight anymore.
You being here this summer isn't such a
bad thing.
Don't you have somewhere else that you can
be?
Hi.
Your nose looks funny.
Shut up.
You shut up.
You want romance.
Earth-shattering.
Life-changing.
It should be.
Come on.
There was all this wonder in their eyes.
That was us.
I love you.
Review for 1 Night (2016)
The Movie
The film follows two couples at different stages in their relationships. A teenage pair navigates young love, while an older couple reconnects after years apart. Their stories unfold over the course of one night in a hotel, shifting between past and present emotions. The premise is simple but relies heavily on dialogue and performances.
Characters & Performances
Anna Camp (Elizabeth) brings depth to her character. She portrays a woman torn between nostalgia and the realities of adult relationships. Her previous work in Pitch Perfect and True Blood showcased her comedic and dramatic range, and she applies that skill here in a more grounded role.
Justin Chatwin (Drew) plays her estranged partner. He conveys regret and hope well, though some scenes feel a bit restrained. His roles in Shameless and Dragonball Evolution prove his ability to take on diverse characters.
Isabelle Fuhrman (Bea) delivers a strong performance. Best known for Orphan and The Hunger Games, she captures the uncertainty and excitement of young love convincingly.
Kyle Allen (Andy) balances charm and awkwardness. His work in The Map of Tiny Perfect Things and West Side Story shows his ability to handle romantic and dramatic moments.
Cinematography
The film relies on warm lighting and soft tones to create intimacy. Many scenes use close-ups, emphasizing emotions over action. The hotel setting adds a confined, almost dreamlike atmosphere. The visuals are effective, but some moments feel overly staged.
Direction
Director Minhal Baig takes a subtle approach. She focuses on character-driven storytelling rather than plot-heavy developments. Her later work, like Hala, further explores personal and emotional narratives. Here, she keeps the pace slow, allowing the characters’ interactions to take center stage.
Script
The dialogue feels natural but occasionally drifts into over-explanation. Some lines capture genuine emotion, while others feel too polished. The script explores love and regret with sincerity, but it lacks the depth to make a lasting impact.
Final Thoughts
The film aims for emotional depth but doesn’t always land with the weight it intends. The performances are solid, and the cinematography sets the right mood. However, the pacing and dialogue limit its impact. If you enjoy intimate, dialogue-heavy dramas, it’s worth a watch.
Score: 6.2/10
1 Night (2016) Audio Files
Movie Audio and Descriptive Audio
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Time is a funny thing.
One day you're a little girl running fast
toward an unknowable future, and then suddenly you're
an adult not sure of who you are
and what you're doing.
You want to go back to a time
when things were simple.
What if you could?
Maybe we go back to see ourselves as
younger people.
Still us, but different.
I've discovered that the clock in here is
more important than the clock out there.
The clock that stops when a moment is
beautiful.
As if the universe understands you're trying to
hold on.
What if I told you that you could
go back but it wouldn't change the future?
Maybe we go back anyway just to remember
to try and hold on to those moments.
What if you could?
Would you?
Hey, do you guys want a yearbook photo?
Just uh...
You gotta take the shot, man.
You always say no unless you give him
a reason to say yes.
Okay, I don't know you, but I know
that you are using an internal light metre.
You can't trust us.
They're just not as reliable.
No one else in yearbook really cares about
the quality except me.
Can I see that?
Yeah.
It's a starter camera.
I'm gonna swap it out for a better
body.
How's your prom?
Good?
Great?
Awful?
It's over.
Everything okay?
I'm all good.
No, you're not.
Looks like you're going nuclear.
Are you someone's mom?
That would mean that I had a kid
at like 12.
Guess not.
I take it that was your prom?
Yeah, Arabian Nights.
I think our theme was something like under
the sea.
We're either mermaids or ballet dancers.
Some grade-A sexist bullshit in my opinion.
You know, it doesn't really matter what year
it is or who attends.
This prom is every prom except this prom
is supremely worse because I got dumped at
prom.
You're dateless on prom.
It's got to be a girl.
Maybe she said no.
Maybe she came with some other guy.
She didn't say no.
In case you didn't ask.
I'm not talking about her.
I'm only gonna tell my old ass friends.
There's nothing to say.
She's not into me.
She's with some other heck.
You know it only gets worse from here.
Much worse.
This, you know what you're feeling now?
It gets multiplied by 10 when you're 34
and you're not the hot young thing anymore.
But that's not you.
You don't have to worry about that yet.
Have a good night.
You too.
So you're the nice guy in this story.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
No, no, it's not a bad thing.
Yeah, but what you're trying to say is
that it's not a good thing.
I don't know.
You're just overthinking the whole thing.
They, women and girls, they don't want nice.
They want someone extraordinary.
They don't want a hug.
They want a punch in the fucking heart.
You got that?
You got it.
There's my friend.
I'll see you.
Hi.
I'll get the same and hers too.
Just put it on mine.
Does your husband know that you're here alone?
Did you see the kids?
Yeah, I just saw her.
Yeah, I saw him too.
Remember?
I would have his legs if he'd be
that young.
My memory's a little hazy.
You'll have to remind me.
So there's this guy that I dated once
in high school, and he turned out to
be a colossal jerk, but there was this
allure about him.
Kind of quality that just drew you in
against your will.
I mean, he sounds perfect, but I know
that this story doesn't have a good ending.
As I discovered, we were entirely incompatible.
And so you looked at him and you
saw a future that you didn't want.
He could have grown up and turned out
to be amazing, and I'd never know it
because at the time he was Mr. Wrong.
Well, I feel sorry for this guy.
Yes, of course you do.
I'm not the victim here.
I just got my heart stomped on repeatedly.
Yeah, well, I'm sure it wasn't easy for
him.
You know, actually, I doubt that he ever
lost one night's sleep over our breakup.
Over anything.
Over me.
I lost hundreds of nights sleep over us.
God, you know, I walked into that one,
didn't I?
I should have seen that coming.
Liz.
I should go.
Liz, don't do this.
Liz.
Thank you for the drink.
Stop.
Liz?
Where have you been?
Everybody's upstairs by now.
I'm going home.
I'm out.
I'm over prom.
Uh, no, you're not.
You're coming with me to the after party.
No.
You gotta be like the one person who
doesn't show up.
You really, really don't want to be that
person.
Dave's gonna be there.
I'm, I'm totally fine being that person.
Oh my god, okay.
Stop.
Stop.
Am I seriously hearing this noise?
If you don't show up, he has won.
Congrats.
You ruined your night.
Did you call yourself a feminist or...
What am I supposed to do?
You swagger into that party.
Swagger.
Yes.
The swagger is essential.
And then you drop the mic and then
you let everybody see that mic for what
it is.
You get to have your fun.
Dave feels stupid.
And that's that.
You're dropping the mic.
What is...
You drop it.
I don't know what that means.
Come on.
Oh my god.
What?
You just...
It's game time.
I don't have a choice, do I?
Nope.
No, you don't.
And you can't bring that with you either.
Dude, they totally just checked us out.
They weren't even looking at us.
Look, man, I don't need your negativity.
I need hope.
It's gonna happen for me tonight.
I can feel it.
A prom is a scam.
You have the entire summer to get laid.
No, dude.
No, I'm running out of time.
You see this suit?
That suit?
Yeah, it's a pretty nice suit.
Yeah, yeah, it's going down.
Come on, let's go.
So they've been together a grand total of
maybe two hours.
Hey.
Hi.
So, um, what are you guys doing this
summer?
Uh, my parents are making me go on
birthright.
Oh, that's cool.
Well, it's not really a cause for celebration,
but I'm doing a bunch of stuff.
I'm gonna be backpacking across Europe.
London, Milan, Barcelona, all over the place.
You didn't tell me that.
I really should.
I have a kill to go.
Well, when are you thinking about going?
Still making plans.
I don't know.
What are you doing this summer?
Just this photo journalism programme.
Wait, so we're graduating and you're going back
to school?
It's not school.
I don't know if I got in yet.
Well, that was the worst prom of all
time and biggest waste of time.
No, no, no, no, absolutely not.
You guys always pick the worst pictures for
yearbook.
There's actually not a single picture of you
in the yearbook.
I checked.
Well, that doesn't give you a licence to
take pictures of whoever you want.
Okay, sorry.
Here we go.
Liz, what is this about?
Really?
Argentina.
I thought we agreed that we wouldn't talk
about it.
I don't know.
Maybe I do want to talk about it.
We were on a break.
The situation was this.
An opportunity presented itself to you and you
took it.
You can't just say you want space and
then just use it against me.
You know what?
This is gonna blow your mind right now,
but the whole universe doesn't revolve around you.
It doesn't.
Oh, you know what?
I take that back.
Your ego definitely has a gravitational pull.
I say hi, I buy you a drink
and then all of a sudden the walls
go up.
The great wall of Elizabeth.
I would have to say that you, miss,
are the worst.
No.
You're the worst.
I'm the worst.
You're the worst.
All right, good night.
You don't have all the facts about what
happened.
This isn't about facts.
No, this is about feelings and my feeling
right now is somewhere between nauseous and more
nauseous.
Listen, nauseous, I have something really cool to
show you.
Did you hear anything that I just said?
Yes, I know, but I have something really
cool to show you.
Come on.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm gonna do this really cool thing by
myself.
I'm not gonna go over there.
It's just over here.
I know, it's really cool.
Really?
Yes, come on.
Good luck, have fun.
Come on, just follow me.
Have a great night.
It's, just please come with me, look.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
I'm just gonna walk into traffic.
Oh, that might be the smartest thing that
you have done all night.
Go for it.
Go for it, Drew.
Do it, get hit by a car.
I'm gonna get hit by a car.
Do it, I dare you.
If you don't come, that's it.
You're so stupid.
Yes, bon voyage, life.
You should really be careful.
All right, hey, hey, come on.
It's super cool, let's go.
Let's go.
Where?
Just across the street.
Please come with me.
Please.
Nice, let's go.
Stop running.
Let's run, get on my back.
You're not gonna want to remember any of
this.
What is this?
I don't know.
Stop looking at him.
Okay, he's a train wreck.
Just frickin' hit his ass and come dance
with me.
I have to go.
Whoa, whoa, where you going?
I thought you're gonna be a long-wing
man.
I will, that's just something I gotta do
first.
You're going to talk to your girl crush,
huh?
No, it's nothing.
Go for it, man.
Get up.
Are you here?
It's me.
I said I'm using it.
I said it's me.
I'm coming.
What the hell, Andy?
What do you want?
You're not using it.
What if someone died of their bladder exploding?
Well, that's their problem.
Did you notice that that room is like
really small and there are a lot of
people and there's definitely less air to breathe?
Are you going spontaneously combust?
It's a breathing exercise.
Can I ask you something?
How come you talk to me like we
didn't ride our bikes every day when we
were eight?
Because we're not eight anymore.
But you're still the same girl.
That's where you're dead wrong.
You know, Dave is kind of a loser.
He's got like the IQ of a fat
squirrel.
Do you have a problem with him?
Yeah, he shoved me inside my own locker
freshman year.
That never happened.
Maybe it did.
Maybe it didn't.
It didn't.
It didn't.
The point is I don't need some personal
tragedy to tell me that Dave Pierre's a
total douchebag.
Well, I'm not dating him anymore.
It's not like it matters.
It does matter though because you dated him
at one point.
FYI, fat squirrels are definitely smarter than Dave
and I would know that from personal experience.
We should
probably go back out there.
You're welcome to go.
You're welcome to go.
Ladies first.
You suck this night.
All right, go for it.
How did you convince them to let you
in here?
I told them that I needed a really
special place to propose to my girlfriend.
Oh, very clever.
It's sad when they close these places down.
It's like ghost theatre.
Ghost people watching ghost movies.
Everything has its time.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
It's my lucky number.
It's not where you sit but who you
sit next to.
I remember that first summer.
I wanted to see the Big Lebowski but
you insisted on seeing Buffalo 66.
You told me you loved that movie.
I did.
Oh, you were so bent out of shape
because you wanted to see the Coen brothers.
Honey, you always want to see these movies
that no one ever heard of.
Oh, like Underdogs.
Or foreign films like without the subtitles.
Oh, and the best part was sitting in
the back row and making up all the
dialogue and you made everybody out to be
like this mobster.
You were always saying stuff like, come here
little lady, come shoot my tummy gun.
And I was so busy putting as many
profane words into their mouths as possible.
Oh, profane is an understatement.
Well.
Saving Private Ryan.
Three times.
There's that line where he says to his
wife, he says, tell me I've lived a
good life.
Tell me how much it kills you.
I looked over at you and you were
just crying the whole time.
That's when you knew.
That's when I knew what?
That you wanted to kiss me.
What about this one?
The five and a half hours between here
and Palo Alto.
All that time I spent sitting in a
car, waiting, and all the time that I
spent not seeing you versus the time that
I actually did.
What you don't remember, but I do, is
that the minute you came in the house,
you were so happy that you made it
that you forgot everything else.
Oh, no.
I just didn't want to make you feel
guilty for making me drive up there.
The happier the memory, the more unlikely it
is that you'll remember it.
Okay.
You know, you know, I could tell you
a story, or you could tell me one,
or we could just go our separate ways
and call it a night.
Hey, you're in Yearbook, right?
Yeah.
What?
Yeah, I am.
Can you take our picture?
No.
Come on, McFarley, just take it.
It's, it's McFarland.
Whatever, dude.
Just do it.
Hey, I'm gonna go, but thank you.
We're just friends.
Whatever, man.
She's not all that.
You know, how about I take your picture?
I just forgot.
I didn't, I didn't bring the right film
for douchebags.
What?
Oh, I said I didn't bring the right
film to expose for douchebags.
Dude, what happened?
Such a jerk, Dave.
Take your girlfriend and get out.
Great.
That was awesome.
Ow.
This doesn't hurt.
It's just not broken.
Here, tilt your head back.
That feel better?
Oh, it's great.
Thanks.
You know, congratulations.
You pissed off everyone inside there.
It's true.
He's an arsehole.
Who cares?
You screw all of them.
Well, I'm sorry.
Some of us aren't going to Palo Alto.
Some of us are stuck here with those
arseholes for all of eternity because some of
us didn't get into Stanford or an out
-of-state school or pretty much anywhere.
I thought you were backpacking across Europe.
I lied.
I'm stuck here.
Why would you lie about that?
What do you think I'm doing this summer?
I'm working concessions at the new Beverly.
That's what I'm doing.
That's the big secret.
Do it.
No.
Do it.
I don't even have a change of clothes
with me.
Are you really that scared?
I mean, it's not even that deep.
You know I can't swim.
I'll save you if you start to drown.
I've done it before.
Jesus Christ.
I thought you quit that.
I did.
Does he know about this?
Are we still doing that?
Maybe he feels responsible.
As far as vices go these days, smoking
is practically vintage.
He has worse.
Like what?
Pride, for one.
Oh, and selfishness.
Sometimes it gets the best of him.
And what would he say about her?
What do you think he'd say?
Oh, I'm not even gonna go there.
I'm not even gonna go there because that's...
I can't even win with that question.
Well, if you don't have anything negative to
say, I'd be pleased to hear it.
I just know not to engage.
And I enjoy picking fights, according to you.
Yeah, there's something that I want to say.
I know that I've let you down in
the past and I'm sorry.
I'd like to make it up to you
somehow.
You only get one prom.
You get as many proms as you want.
Let's make tonight prom, the real prom.
Let's make the best fucking prom anyone's ever
seen.
There's no reason for you not to try.
That's such a silly idea.
But is it a bad one?
How do you propose we do this?
Let me think.
Do you trust me?
I've done it before and it only gets
me into trouble.
Then let's cause some trouble.
What?
Let's cause some fucking trouble.
You're it.
Drew.
You're supposed to chase me.
Chase me.
Come on.
Jesus Christ.
You being here this summer isn't such a
bad thing.
Don't you have somewhere else that you can
be?
I really don't need you here trying to
make me feel better.
Can I see that?
It's complicated.
It doesn't have autofocus or anything like that.
Probably figure it out.
I just want to see it.
Don't break it again.
The shutter's broken.
Hey.
Give me my camera.
I will...
Give it.
I'm not gonna...
Win.
Congratulations.
You've made me an outcast.
I'm on your level now.
On my level?
Dissect that for me.
You choose to be a misfit.
You enjoy sequestering yourself in your tiny little
intellectual tower so that way you can stare
down on us peons.
That's a choice word.
I liberated you from those stuck-ups.
In 10 years, they're all going to be
working as janitors at our high school.
All of them.
There were like 40 people at that party?
It'll be a really clean high school.
What?
Your nose is bleeding again.
Ow.
There you go.
Why thank you.
Is that better?
Fantastic.
I must have been in a freaking coma
to have been dating Dave.
Okay, Dave was actually a nice guy.
A nice guy.
That's your standard.
Nice and prone to extremely violent outbursts.
Okay, I don't want to talk to you
about this right now.
I'm not going to.
Fine, don't.
I won't.
Hi.
Hi.
Your nose looks funny.
Shut up.
You shut up.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Me too.
Dave got all weird about me being with
Andy.
Andy called Dave an arsehole.
Dave punched him in the face.
I gasped.
Everyone gasped.
And then we got kicked out of the
party.
Now I'm here.
I think he likes you.
What?
No.
We, me and him, we're not, we're not
dating.
You know, I used to be a lot
like you.
Always convincing myself that I didn't care when
I did.
And I did care.
But I was constantly hiding it.
You know, there's a lot of heartache in
that.
Would you do anything different?
I don't know.
It was unavoidable.
And the part that you don't understand is
that you don't get to choose to be
hurt.
You just are.
I get that.
I do.
So who's that guy out there?
Yeah, it's useless.
I can't hear anything.
Probably just discussing the differences between boys and
men.
Wait, how do you know that?
I wasn't being serious.
Is that the girl you were telling me
about?
She's cute.
Why are you so fascinated with my non
-existent love life?
Because you remind me of me when I
was growing up.
A little shit running around like you knew
everything when you didn't know anything.
You're hilariously bad at this too.
So you need all the help you can
get, buddy.
I don't need your help.
I think you're right.
I think it does get better.
I just haven't lived that long yet.
If you could see yourself in five or
ten years, you'd have a different outlook.
You seem really certain about my future, which
is kind of creepy.
All I'm saying is that you don't get
to be so cynical.
Not yet, at least.
No one's gonna wait around for you to
figure out how you feel about them.
Ever.
You don't have to like me to know
that I'm right, but I'm right.
I don't even know if I like you.
I don't know if I like you either.
Let's go.
How was girl talk?
You gonna fill me in on the secrets?
I taught her how to throw a right
hook.
You want me to show you?
Keep your secrets to yourself.
I'm good.
So where's this prom that you were talking
about, huh?
You really need to step it up.
It's here.
Great, it's broken.
Can you hurry up and pick something already?
You can't make an image.
There's no light hitting the lens.
About a working shutter, this thing's just an
overpriced piece of junk.
It's just a camera.
It is not just a camera.
This is a relic of how things used
to be.
People used to have to stop and look
at their surroundings.
They had to give a shit.
Anyone can take 15 photos in a row.
What does that say about the art?
Being a little romantic.
What's the alternative?
The alternative is being a cynic like me.
Don't get disappointed by anything because everything's already
disappointing.
How old are you?
90.
It's been hard.
It's like a great place for a wedding.
If only people knew that marriage was the
start of a long brutal journey of tolerating
the person they're with.
Speaking from experience?
Maybe you fared better?
No, I just have lower expectations as to
how I stay happy.
Congratulations on settling.
No, I just expect someone to wash dishes,
do the laundry, watch a movie, and have
sex with.
Semi-regularly.
At least that's what most other guys think.
It's a lot more than that.
In reality, the day-to-day, that's it.
But you want romance.
Earth-shattering, life-changing.
It should be.
And sometimes it is.
And most times it's not.
You want your royalty on a white steed?
I was royalty in another universe.
Should have just taken his picture like he
asked.
I didn't need you to fight him for
that.
I didn't fight him for you.
I just told him the truth.
And look how that went.
It was great.
Broken camera, punch to the face.
The truth always wins.
If not now, then in the future.
Check this out.
Right.
Physics.
You dig that kind of stuff.
Just because you don't doesn't mean that you
can't appreciate the amazingness of this.
I'm impressed.
You should be.
What is cool about it is that these
forks are actually defying their natural inclination to
move towards the Earth.
They are defying gravity.
The laws of physics are being challenged at
this table tonight.
Excuse me.
French fries for you and pancakes with gin.
Enjoy.
This next year is going to be such
a waste of my life.
You could think about it in a little
bit more of a positive way.
Just in general.
Please enlighten me.
Well, for starters, the French fries are above
average.
The ambiance here is nice.
Our waiter was fantastic.
He wasted no time filling our glasses.
There's a lot going for this moment.
Okay.
Okay, Mr. Positive.
This is it.
This is what?
It's my favourite song.
You should try this.
You hear that?
I hear it.
It dances me.
No.
You can't deny this song.
You know this song.
No, way past my pride.
This is the song.
No, no, no, no.
Think of it as fun.
You still know how to have fun, don't
you?
No, I can't dance and I'm not gonna
dance.
I'm not.
I don't know what you think you're doing.
You're a little old and rusty, but I
don't think you're beyond saving.
Please.
I can teach you.
Please don't make me dance, please.
Is this all right?
Yeah, you're holding me a little stiff, kind
of like a porcupine.
Well, you are a porcupine.
King of the porcupines.
Yeah.
You've really been working on this.
Sneaking out evenings and weekends.
Mm-hmm.
So that's where you've been.
Just one more stop.
I promise.
Here we are.
This is the place.
We can see the pool from here.
Something to print your memory.
That's it?
That's all you're gonna give me?
I can't help you if you don't tell
me what's going on.
It was a good prom.
It just doesn't solve anything.
That's the end of the story?
You're just gonna throw in the towel?
This isn't one of your stories, Drew.
Did you think that coming back here is
just gonna solve everything and make it all
better?
Liz, I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to go.
I feel like I've tried everything and you're
not happy.
Drew, I don't trust you anymore.
You don't trust me?
Like, you never trust me or you don't
trust me?
I don't trust you and I thought that
I would.
You don't trust me?
You know what?
You're never gonna change.
People don't change.
They don't, you know?
Maybe they, um, mature a little.
Maybe their beliefs shift, but they don't change.
Deep Town, they're always gonna be exactly the
same and you are never gonna change.
Like, I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I tried.
I came here and I wanted to remember
why we fell in love.
But I didn't see it.
I didn't.
This whole thing was such a stupid idea.
Coming back here?
God, it was so stupid.
Because this is just too hard.
Marriage is supposed to be hard.
Do you want to know what's hard?
Waking up every morning and being alone while
you're out doing whatever it is you do.
I wake up to an empty bed.
I make breakfast.
I sit across the table from no one
because I'm completely alone.
Where are you?
You know what makes me lonely?
Is when I come home and I come
home to see you and you're not there.
Being with somebody...
That's so you'd understand I'm there waiting for
you.
You're not here.
I have a question for you.
How alone were you in Argentina?
Why does this, why, why does this always
come back?
Because that's when I stopped trusting you.
That's when I stopped trusting you, Drew.
You made me feel like the most alone
I have ever felt in my entire life.
And I don't think that you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
That's just a word.
Drew, that's all it is.
That's not enough for me.
I'm feeling it.
I'm sorry.
That's not enough for me.
Words are not enough.
But you're enough for me.
That's it.
I'm done.
You're enough for me.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm done.
Liz, Liz, you're right.
People don't change.
You don't trust me.
You never trust me.
You never let me in your walls.
You don't change and you never trusted me
and you never gave me a chance.
I don't want to be married anymore.
Great.
We both agree on that.
I don't want to be married.
You don't want to be married.
We're not married anymore.
Everyone's happy.
I'm happy.
Fuck.
Fuck.
So why is this next year the worst
year of your life?
I already told you.
Some of your friends are staying in town.
That's not the point.
It's about going someplace different.
I could be someone new.
You know, be someone better.
When I was 11, I had my whole
life mapped out until I was 40.
I had this big plan.
And now that I'm staying here, I just
don't know anymore.
You ever think you could just let it
go?
What exactly does that mean, let it go?
The future.
Not worry about it.
Is that what you do?
I try.
It's not that simple.
What if it was?
Just because you make it look easy doesn't
mean it is.
Just because I make it look easy doesn't
mean that it is.
Doesn't mean you can't do it.
Maybe I'll try it sometime.
Come on, we're gonna try something.
No, you're weird.
Come on, get up.
What are you doing?
I used to do this all the time
before SAT prep.
Now you.
No.
I'm gonna look like a moron.
We'll be morons together.
I don't know.
If you succumb to peer pressure just this
once, I swear I won't tell anyone.
Ah!
No, but like, seriously.
Like, actually.
Don't look at me.
Stop.
Seriously, just stop.
I'm sorry, did you, did you do it?
I didn't.
I wasn't even paying attention.
I'm a little hard at hearing.
How was it?
Good.
Yeah?
Weird, but good.
Did you see that?
What?
No, you didn't see that?
No.
No, like right over there.
What the hell, Andy?
What are you thinking about?
What am I thinking about?
Okay, now you're worried about your clothes.
I'm just drowning.
I'm just dying.
I'm trying to live.
I'm sorry I'm driving.
No, you can just drive.
Okay, okay, okay.
Is this some kind of a ploy?
Yes, actually.
I planned everything.
I went back in time and got your
parents together.
I'm actually responsible for your existence.
You know, I'm not one to be No?
Okay, you'd prefer to do the rescue?
I can just...
No, no, Andy, Andy, Andy!
Come on!
I thought I was gonna drown there for
a second.
You do realise we're in the shower.
My dress is ruined now.
It'll dry.
You could have died.
I wouldn't have let that happen.
How can you be so sure that you
wouldn't have let that happen?
Because I can't imagine a world without you.
So whose room is this?
It's Henry's.
He thought he was getting laid tonight.
He's not here.
What if he comes back?
Does he have a key?
He's still at the party.
The guy's on a mission.
Poor Henry.
Hi.
I like what you did with the place.
I just expected Anna and I to be
a lot different than this.
Those tiles are a little dramatic.
You like them?
I do.
Did you see it?
Yeah, me too.
Don't lose that.
I won't.
There's all
this wonder in their eyes.
Discovery.
That was us.
Yeah, once upon a time.
I don't care.
If it's this horrible cycle where we fight,
we make up, we fight.
How many times do we have to go
through that as long as we get to
the part where we make up?
My husband spends a lot of time away
taking pictures and writing these fascinating stories
about people all over the world.
And he feels alive.
More alive than when he is with me.
But I don't appreciate him when he's home.
And I should try.
Home marriage.
Otherwise known as adjusting expectations for adults.
You are the greatest story I have ever
known.
I'm sorry.
Do you remember that assignment that I was
going to take in South Africa?
What did you do?
I turned it down.
You know, it's just, it's always this story
after the next story after the next story.
And five years has gone by and I
haven't taken a break.
But you wanted to do it.
There's always another story.
I hate you.
As you've said.
Did you do this for me?
For us.
God, you are such a dork.
What will your husband think?
I think he's gonna be really upset.
Yeah.
Good.
Maybe he'll throw some shit around.
Don't look at me.
I feel naked.
I'm blind now.
Precisely.
Well, don't look at me.
I feel naked.
Okay, fine.
Close your eyes.
God.
Are your eyes closed?
Yes.
Okay.
Now what?
Whoever can't come up with a question loses
the game.
Why are we playing this game?
How else are we gonna deal with what
just happened?
What just happened?
Where were we before we were here?
You don't know?
Are you trying to make me mad?
Didn't I save your life?
What are you thinking?
Why did you kiss me?
Do you want me to kiss you?
You lost the game.
Okay, I lost the game.
Remember that hot dog we buried?
What are you talking about?
You don't remember?
The barbecue at your dad's place when we
were like six.
Labour Day weekend.
Oh my god, that was forever ago.
Your mom made us this huge pitcher of
pink lemonade.
And you drank half of it yourself, you
fatty.
My dad gave you the bigger hot dog.
It was probably the biggest hot dog there.
It was bigger than your face.
No, it was bigger than your face and
you had a pretty big face when you
were little.
Like compared to your body.
I ate like 25 percent of it.
Yeah, but you didn't want to throw it
away.
I had a better plan.
To bury it.
You thought it would grow into a hot
dog tree.
You were into it.
No, I remember thinking it was the stupidest
thing at the time.
We were definitely partners in crime on that
one.
As a matter of fact, if I remember
correctly, you wanted to plant flowers on our
little hot dog grave.
Cornelius like dug it up 20 minutes later
and dropped it at my dad's feet.
Cornelius.
Your dad, what does he do?
He just picks it up and starts waving
it around like a sword and goes, is
this your wiener, young man?
So serious.
I think I almost cried.
You did cry.
For like an hour.
It's so funny how you can remember a
hot dog from 10 years ago, but you
can't remember what happened yesterday.
You were wearing this yellow t-shirt and
these ridiculous overalls that were like rolled up
12 times up to your knee.
It was green, not yellow.
It was yellow.
I remember.
Because you were doing this whole sailor moon
prism thing on me.
How do you remember that?
When it's quiet, I can remember anything.
Well, aren't you cool?
Yeah, pretty much.
Time's a funny thing.
Sometimes I do this thing where I cover
my eyes and I count down from seven.
And when I hit one, I pretend to
disappear.
You just go away.
Can I come with you?
Okay.
Close your eyes.
Seven.
Six.
Four.
Three.
One.
We're still here.
Shut up.
Okay.
Well, well, well.
Nothing happened.
Oh, I know.
It's written all over your face.
I was playing with you.
Why are you still here?
Reconciling time and space.
No, but seriously.
Oh, I'm serious.
I'm going to Stanford in September.
And your girlfriend's staying here?
She's not my girlfriend, but yeah.
So really you're asking yourself, is it worth
it?
I'm not saying it's not worth it.
Look, man, I get it.
I was you when I was a kid.
You live once, you just got to live.
Feel it out.
You know, this isn't some giant test.
There's nothing to study for.
So there's no right answers.
Life's going to take you a lot of
places.
Just don't forget the people you love.
You know, you're not such a bad guy.
You mean I might actually be a nice
guy like you?
Don't push it.
Ah, shit.
Who are you talking to out there?
Just myself.
Weirdo.
I gotta get that fixed.
Just hold on a second.
Try it now.
Holy shit, it works.
I fixed it.
How did you do that?
Well, you see, the self-timer and the
spring for the shutter are connected, so it
wasn't broken, it just was stuck.
You just unstuck it, see?
I like fixing and building things.
If you could build anything, anything at all,
what would it be?
Promise you won't laugh.
I promise.
So, this here is the chamber.
And inside of it is another one.
Basically, all around us are tiny wormholes.
They're so small that we can't even see
them.
But what this machine would be able to
do would be to combine those wormholes together
to make a big one.
So that way, we would be able to
push negative energy and atoms from one wormhole
to the next through a universe.
So, essentially, if it worked, then we'd be
pushing matter through time.
Sometimes I wonder how it will come out
on the other side.
I think we'd still be us, but different.
That's amazing.
I think everyone's gonna think I'm crazy.
I don't think you're crazy.
That's because you're crazy, too.
All right, bye.
Where would you go if you could use
it?
I'd probably go back.
Tell myself not to worry as much.
But let's be real, it'd probably make me
worry more.
All right, let's go.
I'm almost ready.
I said let's go.
No looking.
All right, T-minus five minutes to blast
off.
Let's get out of here.
Okay, two seconds.
I have to be clothed when we leave.
Some would say.
I'll tell.
Okay, ready?
Yeah.
So, are you staying here all summer?
Pretty much.
You're not gonna, you know, ditch L.A.
and go backpack across Europe anyway?
I don't think so.
I'll be here.
Maybe you're right, there's something to it.
I gotta look back and think of this
as some magic time.
You know what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean.
Do you think they know about us?
No, they're too stupid.
Hey.
What?
They're stupid little kids.
Okay.
How do I look?
Stupid.
That's not very nice.
Hey.
Yeah.
I don't have to go to this journalism
programme.
You don't know if she got in there.
You want to just hang this summer?
You've been trying to ask me that all
night?
No.
Maybe.
I mean, I know you just broke up
with Dave and it's not really.
You don't have to hang out with me
just because you feel bad for me.
No, no, that's not why.
Okay.
Huh?
Okay.
Let's hang out this summer.
Really?
Yeah.
Awesome.
Great.
Excellent.
I can come over like after that morning
practise just at the theatre.
Why thank you.
Exactly.
There they go.
Okay.
Are you ready?
Go for it.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
What is this?
What did you put in my pocket?
Two.
One.
One.
Two.
Three.
Every moment, I think of you.
And in my dreams, you are there.
I am in your arms.
And you are only mine.
Every moment, I think of you.
When I wake up, you know what?
I hope that one day you will be
there.
Next to me and in my arms.
Every moment, I think of you.
And in my dreams, you are there.
I am in your arms.
And you are only mine.
My dear, what are you doing there?
Smile.
Logos.
On a black background, an animated arrow turns
in a circle from left to right, revealing
the words Level 33 Entertainment.
A flat white line stretches across a black
background.
The words Level Film appear on either side.
A beach shack with a wooden ramp is
outlined in white over a blue-grey background.
Sorrento Productions.
A white line runs across black block letters
on a white background.
Meridian Content.
From a dark screen, an image appears of
a man and a woman sitting side-by
-side on a bed.
They are fully clothed.
He has his arm around her.
She rests her head on his shoulder.
An analogue clock on a bathroom vanity reads
754.
The woman looks in the mirror.
A montage shows the man in his 30s,
a teen boy and a teen girl, each
getting ready separately.
Time is a funny thing.
One day you're a little girl running fast
toward an unknowable future.
And then suddenly you're an adult, not sure
of who you are and what you're doing.
The man and woman lie on the bed,
their backs to each other.
More images show the man fixing his collar,
then the teen boy putting on a bow
tie after he pulls on old black canvas
sneakers.
You want to go back to a time
when things were simple.
The boy ties the shoes.
He wears a dark suit.
The girl puts on mascara over the sink.
She wears dark nail polish.
Then the woman does the same.
She wears an identical shade.
What if you could?
The montage continues, with the boy fixing the
buttons on his jacket, his curly hair flopping
over one eye.
The man, who has a beard, straightens his
tie, a wedding ring glinting on his finger.
The girl does her hair, twisting long, dark
sections around a curling iron.
The woman ties her hair into a low
ponytail, blonde strands spilling over one shoulder.
The boy takes a picture of himself in
the mirror with a film camera.
The man does the same.
Maybe we go back to see ourselves as
younger people.
Still us, but different.
The girl looks at her reflection, her brow
furrowed.
She sighs.
The man pulls on a jacket.
The boy does the same.
The girl leans in to put on earrings.
The man picks up a black and white
photo of a couple embracing.
I've discovered that the clock in here is
more important than the clock out there.
The clock that stops when a moment is
beautiful, as if the universe understands you're trying
to hold on.
The woman picks up her ring from the
jewellery box, pausing.
A flashback of the man and woman arguing
as he packs a bag.
What if I told you that you could
go back, but it wouldn't change the future?
In the flashback, the man pulls the suitcase
off the bed.
Now the woman slides her rings onto her
hand as one, a simple platinum band, and
the other a diamond solitaire.
The clock on the bathroom counter shows it
is 7.54. Maybe we go back anyway
just to remember.
They step away from the mirror, the woman
and man left to right, the teens right
to left.
To try and hold on to those moments.
What if you could?
The girl lifts down a pale pink party
dress from the door.
The woman does the same with a black
lace cocktail dress.
The clock stops.
Would you?
Credits.
A montage of images featuring downtown Los Angeles
at night, mixed with hand-drawn doodle-like
sketches of scientific machines.
Sorrento Productions presents a Canossa Productions film in
association with Meridian Content.
Seen from behind, the man walks down the
street wearing the same jacket, title One Night.
The woman walks on a different street.
She wears the black lace dress.
Kyle Allen, Anna Kemp.
Teenagers in party clothes at a hotel with
a doorman.
A plaque says Hotel Figueroa with Justin Chatwin
and Isabel Furman.
Multicoloured helium balloons.
Kelly Bergland, Roshan Fagan, a spinning disco ball.
Casting by Kerry Barden and Paul Schnee.
Male fingers tap on the old film camera.
Music by Sean Giddings.
Female fingers squeeze a pink stress ball.
Costume designer Antoinette Messam.
The boy in the suit and the plaid
bow tie sits in a cafe table in
the lobby, slumped against the wall.
Production designer Emmy Haskett.
The girl stands outside the ladies room.
Editor Jonathan Dillon.
The boy sighs.
Director of photography, Jesse Feldman.
The girl watches people go by.
Co-producers Han West and Milvanis Niyujokas.
The woman lights a cigarette in the washroom.
Produced by Kerry Barden.
The man walks down a hotel hallway.
Produced by Marius Markovicus and Hans Canossa.
The woman smokes in front of a mirror
in the washroom.
Written and directed by Minhal Beg.
The lobby is decorated with brocade pillows and
heavy wood furnishings.
The man sees the boy approach a couple
in party clothes.
They go.
The man shakes his head.
The boy looks uncomfortable, fidgeting with his camera
as the man approaches.
Handing it over.
The man takes his picture.
The girl rushes into the hotel bathroom.
It has a rundown charm with mosaic tile
countertops and ornate mirrors.
The woman is in there smoking.
She watches the girl compulsively wash her hands.
Everything okay?
I'm all good.
No, you're not.
Looks like you're going nuclear.
Are you someone's mom?
The woman looks insulted.
That would mean that I had a kid
at like 12.
I guess not.
I take it that was your prom?
Yeah.
Arabian nights.
I think our theme was something like under
the sea.
Either mermaids or ballet dancers.
Some grade-A sexist bullshit in my opinion.
She puts on lip gloss.
The woman moves to stand beside her.
You know it doesn't really matter what year
it is or who attends.
This prom is every prom.
Except this prom is supremely worse because I
got dumped at prom.
You're on prom.
It's got to be a girl.
Maybe she said no.
Maybe she came with some other guy.
She didn't say no.
I'm not talking about her.
I'm only gonna tell my old ass friends.
There's nothing to say.
She's not into me.
She's with some other hack.
You know it only gets worse from here.
Much worse.
This, you know what you're feeling now?
It gets multiplied by 10 when you're 34
and you're not the hot young thing anymore.
But that's not you.
You don't have to worry about that yet.
Have a good night.
You too.
So you're the nice guy in this story.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
No, no, it's not a bad thing.
Yeah, but what you're trying to say is
that it's not a good thing.
I don't know.
You're just overthinking the whole thing.
They, women and girls, they don't want nice.
They want someone extraordinary.
They don't want a hug.
They want a punch in the fucking heart.
You got that?
You got it.
There's my friend now.
I'll see you.
I'll see you.
Hi.
I'll get the same and hers too.
Just put it on mine.
Does your husband know that you're here alone?
Did you see the kids?
Yeah, I just saw her.
Yeah, I saw him too.
Remember?
I would have liked to be that young.
My memory's a little hazy.
You'll have to remind me.
So there was this guy that I dated
once in high school and he turned out
to be a colossal jerk, but there was
this allure about him.
Kind of quality that just drew you in
against your will.
I mean, he sounds perfect, but I know
that his story doesn't have a good ending.
As I discovered, we were entirely incompatible.
And so you looked at him and you
saw a future that you didn't want?
He could have grown up and turned out
to be amazing and I'd never know it
because at the time he was Mr. Wrong.
Well, I feel sorry for this guy.
Yes, of course you do.
I'm not the victim here.
I just got my heart stomped on repeatedly.
Yeah, well, I'm sure it wasn't easy for
him.
You know, actually, I doubt that he ever
lost one night's sleep over our breakup.
Over anything.
Over me.
I lost hundreds of nights sleep over us.
God, you know, I walked into that one,
didn't I?
I should have seen that coming.
Liz, don't do this.
Liz?
Thank you for the drink.
Stop.
Liz?
She stalks out.
He rushes after her.
Ruby Penn, everybody's upstairs by now.
I'm going home.
I'm out.
I'm over prom.
Uh, no, you're not.
You're coming with me to the after party.
No, I'm...
You're gonna be like the one person who
doesn't show up.
You really don't want to be that person.
The girl and a friend in the hallway.
Dave's gonna be there.
I'm totally fine being that person.
Stop.
Stop.
Am I seriously hearing this noise?
If you don't show up, he has won.
Congrats, you ruined your night.
And you call yourself a feminist?
The friend widens her eyes in mock disbelief.
What am I supposed to do?
You swagger into that party.
Swagger?
Yes.
The swagger is essential.
And then you drop the mic, and then
you let everybody see that mic for what
it is.
You get to have your fun.
Dave feels stupid.
And that's that.
The girl wrinkles her nose.
Dropping the mic, what is...
Drop it.
I don't know what that means.
Her friend drags her off.
Come on.
Oh, my God.
What?
You just...
It's game time.
I don't have a choice, do I?
Nope.
No, you don't.
The boy's friend blocks the camera.
You can't bring that with you either.
The girl and her friend walk by to
the elevators.
Dude, they totally just checked us out.
They weren't even looking at us.
Look, man, I don't need your negativity.
Okay, I need hope.
It's gonna happen for me tonight.
I can feel it.
A prom is a scam.
You have the entire summer to get laid.
No, dude.
No, I'm running out of time.
You see the suit?
That suit?
Yeah, it's a pretty nice suit.
Yeah, yeah.
It's going down.
Come on.
Let's go.
Hey.
Hi.
have an old-world feel.
They all seem uncomfortable.
So, um, what are you guys doing this
summer?
Oh, my parents are making me go on
birthright.
Oh, that's cool.
It's not really a cause for celebration, but
I'm doing a bunch of stuff.
I'm gonna be backpacking across Europe.
London, Milan, Barcelona, all over the place.
You didn't tell me that.
I really should.
I'd kill to go.
Well, when are you thinking about going?
Still making plans.
I don't know.
What are you doing this summer?
Just this photo journalism programme.
Wait, so we're graduating and you're going back
to school?
It's not school.
I don't know if I got in yet.
Well, that was the worst prom of all
time.
Biggest waste of time?
No, no, no, no, no, absolutely not.
You guys always pick the worst pictures for
yearbook.
There's actually not a single picture of you
in yearbook.
I checked.
Well, that doesn't give you a licence to
take pictures of whoever you want.
Okay, well, if you're going to take pictures
of me, you're going to have to take
a picture of me.
Sorry.
Here we go.
Liz!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is this about?
Really?
Argentina.
I thought we agreed that we wouldn't talk
about it.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe I do want to talk about it.
We were on a break.
The situation was this.
An opportunity presented itself to you and you
took it.
You can't just say you want space and
then just use it against me.
You know what?
This is going to blow your mind right
now, but the whole universe doesn't revolve around
you.
It doesn't.
You know what?
I take that back.
Your ego definitely has a gravitational pull.
I say hi, I buy you a drink,
and then all of a sudden the walls
go up.
The Great Wall of Elizabeth.
I would have to say that you, miss,
are the worst.
You're the worst.
I'm the worst.
You're the worst.
All right, good night.
You don't have all the facts about what
happened.
No, this isn't about facts.
No, this is about feelings.
And my feeling right now is somewhere between
nauseous and more nauseous.
Listen, nauseous, I have something really cool to
show you.
Did you hear anything that I just said?
Yes, I know, but I have something really
cool to show you.
Come on.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm going to do this really cool thing
by myself.
I'm not going to go over there.
It's just over here.
I know, it's really cool.
Really?
Yes, come on.
Good luck, have fun.
Come on, just follow me.
Have a great night.
Just please come with me.
Look.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
I'm just going to walk into traffic.
Oh, that might be the smartest thing that
you have done all night.
Go for it.
Go for it, Drew.
Do it, get hit by a car.
I'm going to get hit by a car.
Do it, I dare you.
If you don't come, that's it.
Oh, you're so stupid.
Yes, bon voyage, life.
You should really be careful.
All right, hey, hey, come on.
He jogs back in a silly way.
It's super cool, let's go.
Let's go.
Where?
Just across the street.
Holding out his hand.
Please come with me.
Please.
Grabbing his hand, she hurries across the street.
Nice, let's go.
I'm not running.
Let's run.
Get on my back.
He tries to rush her, but her heels
are too high.
At the party, the boy and his friend
stand at one pillar and the girl at
another.
The boy laughs at his friend, who is
robot dancing alone.
The girl's friend brings her a plastic cup.
You're not going to want to remember any
of this.
She sips, making a face.
What is this?
I don't know.
The girl stares across the room at a
boy with short blonde hair talking to a
blonde girl.
Her friend rolls her eyes.
Stop looking at him.
Okay, he's a train wreck.
Just forget his ass and come dance with
me.
I have to pee.
She hands off the cup, drifting across the
room.
Watching her, the boy takes a step in
the same direction.
His friend stops him.
Whoa, where are you going?
I thought you were going to be my
wingman.
I will, but there's just something I got
to do first.
You're going to talk to your girl crush,
huh?
No, it's nothing.
His friend pats his back.
Go for it, man.
He takes a breath, smiling nervously, and heads
across the room past other guests, protecting the
camera around his neck, knocking on the bathroom
door.
It's me.
I said I'm using it.
I said it's me.
She sits on the counter.
I'm coming.
What the hell, Andy?
What do you want?
She hops back on the counter, sitting cross
-legged.
You're not using it.
What if someone died of their bladder exploding?
Well, that's their problem.
Hey, did you notice that that room is,
like, really small and there are a lot
of people and there's definitely less air to
breathe?
She exhales slowly, squeezing her pink stress ball.
He watches her, eyebrows raised.
Are you going spontaneously combust?
It's a breathing exercise.
He moves closer.
Can I ask you something?
How come you talk to me like we
didn't ride our bikes every day when we
were eight?
Because we're not eight anymore.
But you're still the same girl.
That's where you're dead wrong.
You know, Dave is kind of a loser.
He's got, like, the IQ of a fat
squirrel.
Did you have a problem with him?
Yeah, he shoved me inside my own locker
freshman year.
That never happened.
Maybe it did.
Maybe it didn't.
It didn't.
It didn't.
The point is, I don't need some personal
tragedy to tell me that Dave Pierre is
a total douchebag.
Well, I'm not dating him anymore, so it's
not like it matters.
It does matter, though, because you dated him
at one point.
FYI, fat squirrels are definitely smarter than Dave,
and I would know that from personal experience.
Has to be, I know.
Shut up.
He smiles to himself.
She giggles.
We should probably go back out there.
You're welcome to go.
You're welcome to go.
Ladies first.
With no rebuttal, she glowers.
He smiles and nods.
You suck this night.
Climbing off the countertop, she mutters to herself.
He sits very still until she is out
the door, then follows her grinning.
Drew and Liz.
All right, go for it.
He uncovers her eyes in a fancy old
theatre.
How did you convince them to let you
in here?
I told them that I needed a really
special place to propose to my girlfriend.
Oh, very clever.
The empty theatre was once very elegant.
It's sad when they close these places down.
It's like ghost theatre, ghost people watching ghost
movies.
Everything has its time.
She goes up the aisle on the centre
section, counting the rows of faded red velvet
seats.
He matches her on the other aisle.
The archways and tall plaster columns make the
space feel as though it is from another
time.
It's my lucky number.
It's not where you sit, but who you
sit next to.
They meet in the middle and sit facing
the blank screen.
I remember that first summer.
I wanted to see The Big Lebowski, but
you insisted on seeing Buffalo 66.
You told me you loved that movie.
I did.
Oh, you were so bent out of shape
because you wanted to see the Coen brothers.
Honey, you always want to see these movies
that no one ever heard of.
I like underdogs.
Or foreign films, like without the subtitles.
Oh, and the best part was sitting in
the back row and making up all the
dialogue, and you made everybody out to be
like this mobster.
You were always saying stuff like, I'm a
little lady, come shoot my tummy gun.
And I was so busy putting as many
profane words into their mouths as possible.
Oh, profane is an understatement.
The smiles fade from their faces, and they
look at each other with profound sadness.
Saving Private Ryan, three times.
There's that line where he says to his
wife, he says, tell me I've lived a
good life.
I looked over at you, and you were
just crying the whole time.
That's when you knew.
That's when I knew what?
That you wanted to kiss me.
What about this one?
The five and a half hours between here
and Palo Alto.
All that time I spent sitting in a
car, waiting, and all the time that I
spent not seeing you versus the time that
I actually did.
What you don't remember, but I do, is
that the minute you came in the house,
you were so happy that you made it
that you forgot everything else.
Oh, no.
I just didn't want to make you feel
guilty for making me drive up there.
The happier the memory, the more unlikely it
is that you'll remember it.
OK.
You know, I could tell you a story,
or you could tell me one, or we
could just go our separate ways and call
it a night.
She turns, and he jumps to his feet,
pulling her into his embrace.
She stands stiffly, then puts her arms around
him.
They are outlined against the screen, framed by
red velvet curtains.
Now, Dave approaches Andy.
You're in yearbook, right?
Yeah.
What?
Yeah, I am.
Can you take our picture?
Grabbing the girl he is with.
No.
Come on, McFarlane, just take it.
It's McFarlane.
Whatever, dude.
Just do it.
Hey, I'm gonna go, but thank you.
She leaves, squeezing Andy's shoulder.
We're just friends.
Whatever, man.
She's not all that.
You know, how about I take your picture?
He points the camera at them.
Dave makes a suave face.
I just forgot.
I didn't bring the right film for douchebags.
What?
Oh, I said I didn't bring the right
film to expose for douchebags.
Dave slugs him.
Bea runs back.
Such a jerk, Dave!
Take your girlfriend and get out.
They get pushed into the hall.
The door slams shut.
Wait.
That was awesome!
Ow!
This is a hurt.
It's just not broken.
Here, a tissue.
Tilt your head back.
That feel better?
Oh, it's great.
Thanks.
Congratulations, you pissed off everyone inside there.
It's true.
He's an arsehole.
Who cares?
You screw all of them.
Well, I'm sorry.
Some of us aren't going to Palo Alto.
Some of us are stuck here with those
arseholes for all of eternity because some of
us didn't get into Stanford or an out
-of-state school or pretty much anywhere.
I thought you were backpacking across Europe.
I lied.
I'm stuck here.
Why would you lie about that?
What do you think I'm doing this summer?
I'm working concessions at the new Beverly.
That's what I'm doing.
That's the big secret.
Do it.
No.
Do it.
I don't even have a change of clothes
with me.
Are you really that scared?
I mean, it's not even that deep.
You know I can't swim.
I'll save you if you start to drown.
I mean, I've done it before.
Jesus Christ.
Getting a smoke from her bag.
I thought you quit that.
I did.
Does he know about this?
Are we still doing that?
Maybe he feels responsible.
As far as vices go these days, smoking
is practically vintage.
He has worse.
Hmm.
Like what?
Pride, for one.
Oh, and, um, selfishness.
Sometimes it gets the best of me.
And what would he say about her?
What do you think he'd say?
Oh, I'm not even going to go there.
I'm not even going to go there.
Because that's...
I can't even win with that question.
Well, if you don't have anything negative to
say, I'd be pleased to hear it.
I just know not to engage.
And I enjoy picking fights, according to you.
Yeah, there's something that I want to say.
Yeah, I...
I know that I've let you down in
the past, and I'd like to make it
up to you somehow.
You only get one prom.
You get as many proms as you want.
Let's make tonight prom.
The real prom.
Let's make the best fucking prom anyone's ever
seen.
There's no reason for you not to try.
That's such a stupid question.
Silly idea.
But is it a bad one?
How do you propose we do this?
Let me think.
Do you trust me?
I've done it before, and it only gets
me into trouble.
Then let's cause some trouble.
What?
Let's cause some fucking trouble.
You're it.
He tags her dashing away.
She stands there smoking.
Drew.
You're supposed to chase me.
Chase me.
Come on.
Jesus Christ.
She follows.
You being here this summer isn't such a
bad thing.
Don't you have somewhere else that you can
be?
I really don't need you here trying to
make me feel better.
Bea sits at a bistro table in the
lobby scowling.
Andy is slouched against the wall watching her.
Inching closer, he sits at the table too.
Can I see that?
It's complicated.
He slips a strap off.
It doesn't have auto-focus or anything like
that.
Probably figure it out.
I just want to see it.
Don't break it again.
The shutter's broken.
She fiddles with it for a moment, then
jumps up and bolts to the elevator.
He laughs, then realises what is happening and
chases her.
Hey.
He catches the door before it shuts.
She is in a corner of the elevator
turned away.
Give me my camera.
I will...
Give it.
Holding it up.
I'm not gonna...
He grabs it, easily wrestling it away from
her.
Win.
Congratulations.
You've made me an outcast.
You're on your level now.
On my level?
Dissect that for me.
You choose to be a misfit.
You enjoy sequestering yourself in your tiny little
intellectual tower so that way you can stare
down on us peons.
That's a choice word.
I liberated you from those stuck-ups.
In 10 years, they're all gonna be working
as janitors at our high school.
All of them.
There were like 40 people at that party?
It'll be a really clean high school.
She squints at him.
What?
Your nose is bleeding again.
Blood trickles to his upper lip.
She twists a piece of tissue to make
a plug.
Stuffing it in his nostril.
There you go.
Why, thank you.
Is that better?
Fantastic.
The elevator door is open on the lobby.
Must have been in a freaking coma to
have been dating Dave.
Okay, Dave was actually a nice guy.
A nice guy, that's your standard.
Nice and prone to extremely violent outbursts.
Okay, I don't want to talk to you
about this right now.
I'm not going to.
Fine, don't.
I won't.
Hi.
Hi.
Your nose looks funny.
Shut up.
You shut up.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Me too.
The ladies head to the washroom together.
Dave got all weird about me being with
Andy and Andy called Dave an arsehole.
Dave punched him in the face.
I gasped.
Everyone gasped.
And then we got kicked out of the
party.
Now here.
I think he likes you.
What?
No, we, me and him, we're not, we're
not dating.
You know, I used to be a lot
like you.
Always convincing myself that I didn't care when
I did.
And I did care.
But I was constantly hiding it.
You know, there's a lot of heartache in
that.
Would you do anything different?
I don't know.
It was unavoidable.
And the part that you don't understand is
that you don't get to choose to be
hurt.
You just are.
I get that.
I do.
So who's that guy out there?
Drew has his ear pressed to the ladies
room door.
Yeah, it's useless.
I can't hear anything.
Probably just discussing the differences between boys and
men.
Wait, how do you know that?
I wasn't being serious.
Is that the girl you were telling me
about?
She's cute.
Why are you so fascinated with my non
-existent love life?
Because you remind me of me when I
was growing up.
A little shit running around like you knew
everything when you didn't know anything.
You're hilariously bad at this too.
So you need all the help you can
get, buddy.
I don't need your help.
I think you're right.
I think, I think it does get better.
I just haven't lived that long yet.
If you could see yourself in five or
10 years, you'd have a different outlook.
You seem really certain about my future, which
is kind of creepy.
All I'm saying is that you don't get
to be so cynical.
Not yet, at least.
No one's gonna wait around for you to
figure out how you feel about them.
Ever.
You don't have to like me to know
that I'm right, but I'm right.
I don't even know if I like you.
I don't know if I like you either.
Let's go.
Bee comes out.
Andy follows her, giving Drew a punch on
the chest as he passes.
Drew grins, and Liz comes out.
How was girl talk?
You gonna fill me in on the secrets?
I taught her how to throw a right
hook.
Do you want me to show you?
Keep your secrets to yourself.
I'm good.
So where's this prom that you were talking
about, huh?
You really need to step it up.
It's here.
Andy and Bee in the restaurant.
Great, it's broken.
Can you hurry up and pick something already?
You can't make an image.
There's no light hitting the lens.
Without a working shutter, this thing's just an
overpriced piece of junk.
It's just a camera.
It is not just a camera.
This is a relic of how things used
to be.
People used to have to stop and look
at their surroundings.
They had to give a shit.
Anyone can take 15 photos in a row.
What does that say about the art?
For being a little romantic.
What's the alternative?
The alternative is being a cynic like me.
Don't get disappointed by anything, because everything's already
disappointing.
How old are you?
90.
It's been hard.
Drew opens a door to an opulent ballroom
with a wood floor and fresh flowers.
Looks like a great place for a wedding.
If only people knew that marriage was the
start of a long, brutal journey of tolerating
the person they're with.
Speaking from experience?
Maybe you'd fared better?
No, I just have lower expectations as to
how I stay happy.
Congratulations on settling.
No, I just expect someone to wash dishes,
do the laundry, watch a movie, and have
sex with semi-regularly.
At least that's what most other guys think.
It's a lot more than that.
In reality, the day-to-day, that's it.
But you want romance, earth-shattering, life-changing.
It should be.
And sometimes it is.
And most times it's not.
He tucks a flower in her hair.
You want your royalty on a white steed?
I was royalty in another universe.
Should have just taken his picture like he
asked.
I didn't need you to fight him for
me.
I didn't fight him for you.
I just told him the truth.
And look how that went.
It was great.
Broken camera.
Punch to the face.
The truth always wins.
If not now, then in the future.
Check this out.
Balancing forks on her water glass.
Right, physics.
You dig that kind of stuff.
Just because you don't doesn't mean that you
can't appreciate the amazingness of this.
I'm impressed.
You should be.
What is cool about it is that these
forks are actually defying their natural inclination to
move towards the earth.
They are defying gravity.
The laws of physics are being challenged at
this table tonight.
The waiter.
French fries for you.
And pancakes with jam.
Enjoy.
He sets his napkin in his lap.
She picks at her french fries gloomily.
This next year is going to be such
a waste of my life.
Well, you could think about it in a
little bit more of a positive way.
Just in general.
Please enlighten me.
Well, for starters, the french fries are above
average.
The ambiance here is nice.
Our waiter was fantastic.
He wasted no time filling our glasses.
There's a lot going for this moment.
Okay.
Okay, Mr. Positive.
The music changes.
Her face lights up as she notices.
This is it.
This is what?
It's my favourite song.
She pushes the fries away and puts her
head down on her arms.
He looks at her with his eyebrows raised.
You should try this.
He copies her and they each rest on
their arms.
Looking at one another across their food while
the music plays.
In the ballroom, Drew is listening too.
You hear that?
Liz listens, a smile stretching across her face.
She giggles.
I hear it.
Dance with me.
No.
You can't deny this song.
You know this song.
Way past my pride.
No, no, no, no, no.
Think of it as fun.
You still know how to have fun, don't
you?
No, I can't dance and I'm not gonna
dance.
He shimmies by himself.
I don't know what you think you're doing.
You're a little old and rusty, but I
don't think you're beyond saving.
Please.
I can teach you.
Please don't make me dance, please.
He sways closer, holding her.
She shrugs into a waltz position.
Is this all right?
Hold me a little stiff.
I'm like a porcupine.
You are a porcupine.
King of the porcupines.
Yeah.
They dance together, turning in a slow circle.
Her head is against his shoulder.
She smiles.
You've really been working on this.
Sneaking out evenings and weekends.
So that's where you've been.
She pulls back to look him in the
eye, then tucks against his shoulder again.
He keeps turning them slowly, his face becoming
serious as they sway, holding her tight.
They turn again, and she is fighting tears.
One hand on the back of his neck,
her head pressed tightly to his shoulder.
The song ends, and she pulls her head
back to look at him, searchingly.
He touches her cheek with his thumb.
Just one more stop.
I promise.
He backs away from her, leading her out.
She hesitates, then follows, haltingly.
They get off the elevator and walk silently
down a corridor, past a row of doors.
She holds her black evening bag warily by
its strap.
They step onto the roof, city lights glowing
in the dark sky.
Here we are.
This is the place.
We can see the pool from here.
Something to print in your memory.
She looks around, shaking her head sadly.
That's it?
That's all you're going to give me?
I can't help you if you don't tell
me what's going on.
It was a good prom.
It just doesn't solve anything.
That's the end of the story?
You're just going to throw in the towel?
This isn't one of your stories, Drew.
Did you think that coming back here is
just going to solve everything and make it
all better?
Liz, I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to go.
I feel like I've tried everything, and you're
not happy.
Drew, I don't trust you anymore.
You don't trust me?
Like, you never trust me, or you don't
trust me?
I don't trust you, and I thought that
I would.
You don't trust me.
You know what?
You're never going to change.
People don't change.
They don't, you know?
Maybe they, um, mature a little.
Maybe their beliefs shift, but they don't change.
Deep down, they're always going to be exactly
the same, and you are never going to
change.
Like, I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I tried.
I came here, and I wanted to remember
why we fell in love, but I didn't
see it.
I didn't.
This whole thing was such a stupid idea.
Coming back here?
God, it was so stupid, because this is
just too hard.
Marriage is supposed to be hard.
Do you want to know what's hard?
Waking up every morning and being alone while
you're out doing whatever it is you do.
I wake up to an empty bed.
I make breakfast.
I sit across the table from no one
because I'm completely alone.
Where are you?
You know what makes me lonely?
Is when I come home.
And I come home to see you, and
you're not there.
Being with somebody— That's why you don't understand
I'm there waiting for you.
You're not here.
I have a question for you.
How alone were you in Argentina?
He stares at her, then turns away, looking
at the skyline.
Tears brim in her eyes.
Why does this, why, why does this always
come back to Argentina?
Because that's when I stopped trusting you.
That's when I stopped trusting you, Drew.
You made me feel like the most alone
I have ever felt in my entire life.
And I don't think that you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
That's just a word, Drew.
That's all it is.
I'm feeling it.
I'm sorry.
That is not enough for me.
Words, words are not enough.
But you're enough for me.
That's it.
You're enough for me.
I can't do this anymore.
You're enough for me.
I'm done.
Liz, Liz, you're right.
People don't change.
You don't trust me.
You never trust me.
You never let me in your walls.
You don't change.
And you never trusted me.
And you never gave me a chance.
I don't want to be married anymore.
Great, we both agree on that.
I don't want to be married.
You don't want to be married.
We're not married anymore.
Everyone's happy.
I'm happy.
Fuck.
The rooftop door closes behind her as she
goes.
He slumps against a skylight frame, his head
in his hands.
Fuck.
Andy and Bea sit on the edge of
the hotel pool, their feet in the water.
So why is this next year the worst
year of your life?
I already told you.
Some of your friends are staying in town.
That's not the point.
It's about going someplace different.
I could be someone new, you know, be
someone better.
When I was 11, I had my whole
life mapped out until I was 40.
I had this big plan.
And now that I'm staying here, I just
don't know anymore.
He watches her closely.
You ever think you could just let it
go?
What exactly does that mean, let it go?
The future.
Not worry about it.
Is that what you do?
I try.
It's not that simple.
What if it was?
Just because you make it look easy doesn't
mean it is.
Just because I make it look easy doesn't
mean that it is.
Doesn't mean you can't do it.
Maybe I'll try it sometime.
Come on, we're gonna try something.
No, you're weird.
Come on, get up.
She swings her bare feet out of the
water and takes its hands, standing so that
their arms length apart, face to face.
What are you doing?
I used to do this all the time
before SAT prep.
Turning his head.
Aaaah!
She teeters but stays put.
Now you.
No.
I'm gonna look like a moron.
We'll be morons together.
I don't know.
If you succumb to peer pressure just this
once, I swear I won't tell anyone.
She takes a small breath.
Aah!
No, but like, seriously.
Like, actually.
Don't look at me.
Stop.
Seriously, just stop.
Ah!
I'm sorry, did you, did you do it?
I didn't.
I wasn't even paying attention.
I'm a little hard at hearing.
Taking a big breath.
Ah!
How was it?
Good.
Yeah?
Weird, but good.
Still looking at her, he points away.
Did you see that?
What?
No, you didn't see that?
No.
No, like right over there.
She looks.
He shoves her, then starts to undress.
What the hell, Andy?
What are you thinking about?
Liz listens to them from a hall window.
Drew hears them from up on the roof
and gets to his feet.
Liz, I'm just drowning.
I'm just dying.
Wearing his boxers, he jumps in.
She treads water.
Bring me the leash.
Just push her and drive her.
She makes a face.
No, you can, I just drowned.
Okay, okay, okay.
Clinging to him.
Is this some kind of a ploy?
Yes, actually.
I planned everything.
I went back in time and got your
parents together.
I'm actually responsible for your existence.
You know, I'm not one to be rescued.
No?
Okay.
You'd prefer to do the rescuing?
I can just...
No, no, Andy, Andy, Andy!
Come on!
I thought I was going to drown there
for a second.
I liked it.
You do realise we're in the shower.
Sheepishly, she lets go and stands.
The water comes to her chin.
My dress is ruined now.
Go dry.
You could have died.
I wouldn't have let that happen.
How can you be so sure that you
wouldn't have let that happen?
Because I can't imagine a world without you.
Her expression softens.
She reaches her hand up to his cheek,
turning his face toward her.
He pulls her close.
They kiss, shyly, then more tenderly.
Liz leans against the wall by the window,
still listening and smoking, a wistful expression on
her face.
In the pool, Andy and Bea separate and
are seen giggling at each other silently.
He glances down at his boxers.
She covers her mouth with her fingertips and
looks away as he sinks below the surface.
Then she does the same.
Dressed and dripping, they walk hand in hand
to the elevators, right past Drew.
They are too into each other to notice
him, but he sees them go by.
In the elevator, they smile to themselves.
Andy's camera is back around his neck.
So whose room is this?
It's Henry's.
He thought he was getting laid tonight.
Listening at the door.
He's not here.
What if he comes back?
Does he have a key?
He's still at the party.
Guy's on a mission.
Poor Henry.
Andy has a key.
He unlocks the door.
Liz goes into another room.
She closes the door behind her, stepping in
to see champagne chilling on the side table,
strewn with red and white rose petals.
She steps into the bathroom, where a huge
concrete tub has been filled with water, candles,
and rose petals all around the edges.
At the mirror, she pulls her hair loose,
shaking it over her shoulder.
Smoothing her hair back, she examines her reflection
for a moment before stepping toward the bathtub.
She tests the temperature with her hand, then
straightens and slips off her high-heeled shoes.
She sits on the edge looking at the
water, then lifts her legs up and over
the side, still wearing her black lace dress.
Sliding into the water, she leans back, looking
around at the flowers and flickering candles.
Drew comes into the hotel room, unaware that
Liz is there too.
He flops back on the bed, arms stretched
out.
His key falls to the floor.
Retrieving it, he sits, slumped forward.
Hearing movement in the tub, he sits straight
up.
In the bathroom, Liz slips off her ring
and sets it on the edge of the
tub.
Drew leans against the doorframe.
He slouches in champagne in hand.
I just expected Anna and I to go
a lot different than this.
Those towels are a little dramatic.
You like them?
I do.
He sits on the floor beside the tub.
Do you see it?
Yeah, me too.
Looking away, he winces, reaching up to nudge
the diamond with a finger.
Don't lose it.
I won't.
He glances at her.
In the candlelight, there are tears glistening on
her cheeks.
He pulls the cork out of the champagne.
Taking a swig from the bottle, he passes
it to her.
There's all this wonder in their eyes.
Discovery.
That was us.
Yeah, once upon a time.
She passes the bottle back.
He drinks.
If it's this horrible cycle where we fight,
we make up, we fight, I don't care
how many times we have to go through
that as long as we get to the
part where we make up.
My husband spends a lot of time away,
taking pictures and writing these fascinating stories about
people all over the world.
And he feels alive.
More alive than when he's with me.
But I don't appreciate him when he's home.
And I should try.
The marriage.
She picks up the ring.
Otherwise known as adjusting expectations for adults.
You are the greatest story I have ever
known.
He gazes at her steadily over the edge
of the bathtub.
She bites her lip, then looks up.
I'm sorry.
Do you remember that assignment that I was
going to take in South Africa?
What did you do?
I turned it down.
You know, it's just, it's always this story
after the next story after the next story.
And five years has gone by and I
haven't taken a break.
But you wanted to do it.
There's always another story.
I hate you.
I hate you.
As you said.
She beams at him, coming closer to the
edge.
Did you do this for me?
He leans up against the edge with his
chin on his crossed arms, shaking his head.
They are almost nose-to-nose.
For us.
God, you are such a dork.
What will your husband think?
I think he's going to be really upset.
He makes a face of mock outrage.
Yeah, good.
Maybe I'll throw some shit around.
They each get on their knees and kiss
over the edge of the tub.
At first gentle and tender, the kissing quickly
becomes more passionate and intense, until Drew slides
over the edge of the tub into the
water, fully clothed.
The concrete soaker tub is made for two.
Buoyed by the water, they wrap their arms
and legs around each other and turn so
that they sit facing one another, kissing the
whole time.
In the other room, Andy sits up on
the bed in his boxers and t-shirt
while Bea comes in wearing a towel.
Don't look at me.
I feel naked.
He shuts his eyes.
I'm blind now.
Precisely.
Well, don't look at me.
I feel naked.
Okay, fine.
Close your eyes.
God.
Are your eyes closed?
Yes.
Good.
Now what?
Whoever can't come up with a question loses
the game.
Why are we playing this game?
How else are we going to deal with
what just happened?
What just happened?
Where were we before we were here?
You don't know?
Are you trying to make me mad?
Didn't I save your life?
What are you thinking?
Why did you kiss me?
She opens her eyes and stares at him.
He does the same.
They sit on the bed across from each
other.
Do you want me to kiss you?
She says nothing, just looks at him, her
long wet hair pulled over one shoulder.
He leans over and softly kisses her forehead,
then sits back.
You lost the game.
Okay, I lost the game.
Remember that hot dog we buried?
He flops back on the bedspread.
She does too.
What are you talking about?
You don't remember?
The barbecue at your dad's place when we
were like six.
Labour Day weekend.
Oh, my God, that was forever ago.
Your mom made us this huge pitcher of
pink lemonade.
And you drank half of it yourself, you
fatty.
My dad gave you the bigger hot dog.
It was probably the biggest hot dog there.
It was bigger than your face.
No, it was bigger than your face.
And you had a pretty big face when
you were little.
Like, compared to your body.
I ate, like, 25% of it.
Yeah, but you didn't want to throw it
away.
I had a better plan.
To bury it.
You thought it would grow into a hot
dog tree.
You were into it.
No.
I remember thinking it was the stupidest thing
at the time.
We were definitely partners in crime on that
one.
As a matter of fact, if I remember
correctly, you wanted to plant flowers on our
little hot dog grave.
Cornelius, like, dug it up 20 minutes later
and dropped it at my dad's feet.
Cornelius.
Your dad, what does he do?
He just picks it up and starts waving
it around like a sword and goes, is
this your wiener, young man?
So serious.
I think I almost cried.
You did cry.
For, like, an hour.
It's so funny how you can remember a
hot dog from 10 years ago, but you
can't remember what happened yesterday.
You were wearing this yellow T-shirt and
these ridiculous overalls that were, like, rolled up
12 times up to your knee.
It was green, not yellow.
It was yellow.
Because you were doing this whole sailor moon
prism thing on me.
How do you remember that?
When it's quiet, I can remember anything.
They lie side by side, not touching, just
looking at each other.
Well, aren't you cool?
Yeah, pretty.
Time's a funny thing.
Sometimes, I do this thing where I cover
my eyes and I count down from seven.
And when I hit one, I pretend I
disappear.
Just go away.
Can I come with you?
Okay.
Seven.
Six.
Four.
Three.
One.
We're still here.
Shut up.
Okay.
When Drew comes out of the room down
the hall, their balconies are connected.
They both wear white T-shirts and boxers.
Well, well, well.
Nothing happened.
Oh, I know.
It's written all over your face.
I was playing with you.
Why are you still here?
Reconciling time and space.
No, but seriously.
Oh, I'm serious.
I'm going to Stanford in September.
And your girlfriend's staying here?
She's not my girlfriend, but yeah.
So really, you're asking yourself, is it worth
it?
I'm not saying it's not worth it.
Look, man, I get it.
I was you once.
You just gotta live.
Feel it out.
You know, this isn't some giant test.
There's nothing to study for, so...
There's no right answers.
Life's going to take you a lot of
places.
Just don't forget the people you love.
You know, you're not such a bad guy.
You mean I might actually be a nice
guy like you?
Don't push it.
Ah, shit.
Who are you talking to out there?
Just myself.
Weirdo.
I gotta get that fixed.
Just hold on a second.
Try it now.
Holy shit, it works.
I fixed it.
How did you do that?
Well, you see, the self-timer and the
spring for the shutter are connected, so it
wasn't broken, it just was stuck.
You just unstuck it, see?
I like fixing and building things.
If you could build anything, anything at all,
what would it be?
Promise you won't laugh.
I promise.
Set.
This.
Here is the chamber.
And inside of it is another one.
Basically, all around us are tiny wormholes.
They're so small that we can't even see
them.
But what this machine would be able to
do would be to combine those wormholes together
to make a big one.
So that way, we would be able to
push negative energy and atoms from one wormhole
to the next through a universe.
So essentially, if it worked, then we'd be
pushing matter through time.
Sometimes I wonder how it will come out
on the other side.
I think we'd still be us, but different.
That's amazing.
I think everyone's going to think I'm crazy.
I don't think you're crazy.
Well, it's because you're crazy, too.
Yeah.
All right, bye.
Back in her prom dress, Bee flops onto
the bed, and he does, too.
Where would you go if you could use
it?
I'd probably go back.
Tell myself not to worry as much.
But let's be real, it'd probably make me
worry more.
Hm.
All right.
Let's go.
I'm almost ready.
I said let's go.
No looking.
All right, T-minus five minutes to blast
off.
Let's get out of here.
Okay, two seconds.
I have to be clothed when we leave.
Some would say.
Some would say.
Okay, I'm ready.
So are you staying here all summer?
Pretty much.
You're not going to?
Ditch L.A. and go backpack across Europe
anyway.
I don't think so.
I'll be here.
Maybe you're right, there's something to it.
I gotta look back and think that this
is some magic time.
You know what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean.
Do you think they know about us?
No, they're too stupid.
Hey.
What?
There are.
They're stupid little kids.
Okay.
How do I look?
Stupid.
That's not very nice.
He throws her on the bed, tickling her.
Andy and Bea stroll through a passageway outside
near the pool.
Hey.
Yeah.
I don't have to go to this journalism
programme.
You don't know if she got in there.
You want to just hang all summer?
You've been trying to ask me that all
night?
No.
Maybe.
I mean, I know you just broke up
with Dave and it's not really.
You don't have to hang out with me
just because you feel bad for me.
No, no, that's not why.
Okay.
Huh?
Okay.
Let's hang out this summer.
Really?
Yeah.
Awesome.
Great.
Excellent.
I can come over, like, after the morning
practise at the theatre.
I think so.
They hold hands and keep walking.
Liz and Drew are on the sidewalk in
front of the hotel when she notices Andy
and Bea getting into a cab.
The kids do not see them.
Andy holds the door for her, the camera
around his neck.
She still wears his suit jacket over her
dress.
There they go.
She smiles at him.
He touches her cheek.
Okay.
Are you ready?
Go for it.
He reaches into his pocket.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
What is this?
What did you put in my pocket?
It is the same drawing that Bea made.
Two.
One.
They cover each other's eyes.
The screen goes dark, then comes to life
with a silent image of Bea and Drew
riding in the back of the cab.
She gives a big yawn.
He looks at her with his eyebrow raised
and she laughs.
They watch the street go by, each lost
in their own thoughts, smiling to themselves.
They watch the street go by, each lost
in their own thoughts, their faces showing emotions
like happiness, confusion, and excitement in their own
inner monologues.
They still glances at each other.
Andy looks worried until Bea puts her head
on his shoulder and closes her eyes.
He visibly relaxes, leaning back on the headrest.
He grins.
The screen goes dark.
Titles.
White letters on a black background.
In association with Taurus Films, Acme Films, and
MM2 Entertainment.
Described video by Descriptive Video Works.
Cast.
Kyle Allen as Andy.
Isabelle Furman as Bea.
Justin Chatwin as Drew.
Anna Camp as Liz.
Filmed on location at the Figueroa Hotel in
downtown Los Angeles.
Copyright 2016.
One Night Movie, LLC.
All rights reserved.
I am in your arms And you are
only mine Every moment I think of you
Waking me up, you know I hope that
one day you will be there Next to
me and in my arms Every moment I
think of you And in my dreams you
are there I am in your arms And
you are only mine Mon cher, tu fais
quoi là?
Souris.
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In real life Anna Camp at 5 feet 5 inches is much shorter then Justin Chatwin, who is 6 feet tall. To make up the difference, Anna Camp would stand on pieces of wood in so that the two actors appeared to be similar heights in the scenes that they shared.
Goof: continuity:
When Elizabeth is in the bath tub, her lip color suddenly fades.
