When illness strikes two people who are polar opposites, life and death bring them together in surprising ways.
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2 Hearts (2020) 100 min | Romance | Drama | 2020-10-16 Rating: 7.4 out of 10 from 582 users MPAA Rating: PG-13 Language: Director: Lance Hool Creator: Robin U. Russin|Veronica Hool Actors: Jacob Elordi, Adan Canto, Tiera Skovbye, Radha Mitchell, Kari Matchett, TagLine: Discover the mystery that connects them all.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Are you in this class also?
Yeah.
Nope.
I was.
Why are you an idiot?
I'll admit it.
A lot of us go through life without
a purpose.
Have you ever thought about what you want
to do with your life?
I like living in this moment here with
you.
But the truth is, we're all just one
connection away from something incredible.
Is there anything I can do to you?
You could hold my hand.
You don't waste time, do you?
This is a pretty good playlist.
Wow, look at those moves.
Oh, fairytale wedding.
I'm gonna take that back.
Okay, I've obviously trespassed onto some childhood dreams.
What?
You've never had dreams?
I absolutely have.
Are you sure you can handle this?
I've got a brother.
I think I can handle it.
I don't want this to end.
Chris!
So, life doesn't always go according to plan.
Sometimes, our purpose...
Chris!
...is bigger than we ever imagined.
Please come back to me.
About 2% of the population have this
kind of issue.
Given your history, we're not very optimistic.
Chris?
I was so scared.
And I realised that I was more than
I ever thought I was.
The nurses are calling him Superman.
I had a vision.
I knew what I had to do.
I need you.
Please come back to me.
If you don't fight for yourself, fight for
me.
I believe the connections are everywhere.
The kindness of a stranger.
The first heartbeat of a baby.
Is that it?
No, that's the umbilical cord.
The love of your family.
No matter what happens, there's always a reason.
I believe each one of us has a
purpose.
Even if we can't see it.
Do you?
Yes.
Review for 2 Hearts (2020)
What’s the Story? Unpacking the Plot of 2 Hearts
Ah, 2 Hearts. This film tries to weave together two love stories, each with its own thread of fate and destiny. I settled in, popcorn in hand, ready for a journey through emotional highs and lows.
The movie introduces us to two young couples: Chris (Jacob Elordi) and Sam (Tiera Skovbye) and Leslie (Adan Canto) and his partner. Their narratives run parallel but are connected by something much bigger than themselves—an organ donation.
Let me tell you about this emotional connection that runs through the film. It’s like watching two sides of a coin—one moment, you’re laughing at Chris’s youthful antics, the next, you’re wiping away tears as Leslie faces his own struggles. It’s a rollercoaster ride that makes you reflect on how intertwined our lives can be.
But here’s where it gets interesting: fate plays a huge role. The idea that one person’s life can impact another’s in such profound ways is both beautiful and heartbreaking. I thought about all those moments we take for granted—how they might ripple outwards in ways we can’t even imagine.
While some might say the dual narratives sometimes feel disjointed, I appreciated how they converge into a powerful message about love transcending time and space. It left me pondering my own connections with others—a testament to how storytelling can resonate deeply with our experiences.
So, if you’re looking for a film that tugs at your heartstrings while exploring themes of love, fate, and those unexpected twists life throws our way, “2 Hearts” just might be worth your time!
The Characters that Captured My Heart (and My Tears)
First off, let’s talk about the character development. It’s like watching a flower bloom, but with more tears involved. Each character has their own journey and ups and downs that feel relatable.
Take Chris (Jacob Elordi), for example. His arc is one of those classic tales where you see him grow from a carefree spirit to someone who grapples with life’s serious moments. You can’t help but root for him as he navigates love and loss. It hits home in such a raw way.
🎬 “2 Hearts wants to move you—and sometimes it succeeds, even if it stumbles on the way.”
And then there’s Sam (Tiera Skovbye). Her emotions are so palpable that you find yourself nodding along as she faces her own challenges. The struggles she goes through are ones we all encounter at some point, making her journey feel like a mirror reflecting our own lives.
The beauty of “2 Hearts” lies in how these characters evolve together while dealing with their individual trials. Their arcs intertwine beautifully, showcasing that while life can be messy, it’s also filled with moments that make us laugh and cry.
I’ll admit it: I had my fair share of tears during this film! But isn’t that the magic of well-crafted characters? They pull at your heartstrings until you’re left feeling shattered and whole simultaneously.
If there’s one takeaway from my emotional rollercoaster with these characters, it’s this: We’re all just trying to find our place in the world—and sometimes we need a little help from those around us to get there.
The Themes That Hit Home: Love, Sacrifice & Second Chances
Honestly, this film hits hard. It’s like a gentle punch to the gut wrapped in a warm hug.
The love story unfolds in such a way that you can’t help but feel every heartbeat of connection between the characters. You’re rooting for them, hoping their love will guide them through life’s messiness.
Then there’s sacrifice. Oh boy! This theme gets me every time. The lengths people go to for those they care about are beautiful and heartbreaking. The film reminds us that love often comes with a hefty price tag—sometimes even our own happiness.
And let’s not forget about second chances! We all wish for do-overs at some point, right? “2 Hearts” beautifully showcases how life can surprise us when we least expect it—offering new beginnings even after loss.
These themes resonate deeply with viewers like me because they reflect real-life experiences—love and loss are universal struggles we all face.
So grab your tissues and prepare for an emotional ride. This film teaches us valuable life lessons while reminding us of the power of human connection—and who doesn’t need that reminder now and then?
Cinematography & Soundtrack: How They Elevate the Experience
Cinematography and soundtrack—what a duo! They’re like the peanut butter and jelly of filmmaking, right? You can have a great story, but without stunning visuals and music that moves you, it’s like serving a sandwich without the bread.
Take “2 Hearts”, for example. The visuals are breathtaking. Every frame feels like it’s been painted with care. The way the camera captures light and shadow creates an aesthetic appeal that pulls you in. You’re not just watching; you’re experiencing every moment as if you’re part of it.
Now, let’s talk about the film score. Oh boy! It’s one of those soundtracks that gets under your skin—in a good way! The music swells at just the right moments, amplifying emotions and making scenes resonate long after they’ve ended. It guides you through the highs and lows, almost like an unseen character whispering secrets in your ear.
When I watched “2 Hearts”, I was completely immersed in this beautiful blend of visuals and sound. It was more than just a movie; it was a journey through emotion, crafted by skilled hands behind both the camera and the score.
So, next time you watch a film, pay attention to how the cinematography and soundtrack work together. They elevate storytelling to new heights—making us feel everything from joy to heartache in mere moments. And honestly? That’s what makes cinema magic!
Why You Should Watch 2 Hearts—Even If You’re Not a Romance Fan!
Even if romance isn’t your cup of tea, this movie has a way of pulling you in with its unexpected plot twists. You think you know where it’s headed, and then—bam! —it hits you with something completely different.
The story weaves together two love stories across different timelines, exploring universal themes like love, sacrifice, and the fragility of life. It’s not just about the mushy stuff; it delves deep into what it means to connect with someone.
I found myself chuckling at moments I didn’t expect to be funny and tearing up when I thought I’d be safe from the emotional rollercoaster.
So why should you watch 2 Hearts? Because it’s a must-watch film for everyone—even if you’re usually rolling your eyes at romantic tropes. You might find yourself cheering these characters in surprising ways!
A Call to Action: Let’s Share Our Thoughts on 2 Hearts!
Alright, folks, let’s talk about “2 Hearts”!
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Another romantic drama? But hear me out! This film is a beautiful tapestry of love and loss that gets under your skin. It follows two couples whose lives intertwine unexpectedly—like a cosmic joke that leaves you both smiling and crying.
I mean, who doesn’t love a good tear-jerker?
The performances are heartfelt. Jacob Elordi and Tiera Skovbye bring their characters to life with such authenticity that you can’t help but root for them. And let’s not forget the emotional rollercoaster it takes you on!
But here’s where I need your help. I want to hear your thoughts! What did you think of the storytelling? Did it resonate with your own experiences? Maybe it made you think about love in a different light?
So grab a cuppa, settle in, and let’s dive into this together! Share your thoughts below—I’m all ears (and maybe tissues)!
If the film moves you, consider becoming an organ donor. It’s a real-life act of love that can echo far beyond your own story—just as the movie portrays.
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There are only two ways to live your
life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a
miracle.
I choose to believe the latter, and for
good reason.
My mother is always reminding me that there
is often more to things than meets the
eye.
That if we can zoom out a little,
we'll realise that life is happening for us,
not to us.
And if we just allow it to, there
ought to be beautiful, awesome and fantastic.
She never said that it would be easy.
Look, I get it, it doesn't always seem
like rainbows and butterflies.
It's hard to zoom out in a moment
like this.
It's hard to believe that this was life
happening for me.
Or for any of us.
Certainly didn't feel like there could be anything
good about this situation.
But hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself.
This story really starts years before I was
even born.
Here we go.
With another kid from another part of the
world.
Come on.
What about Jorge?
Does he have the wind?
Three minutes left.
Bolivar, Bolivar, quick.
Okay, you're in.
I need you in there.
We're in a field.
We need to put pressure on.
We need a goal.
Okay, we need the wind.
Make it happen.
Okay, make it happen.
Let's go, boys.
Yes, push it up.
Jorge Bolivar and I could not have been
further apart.
I was from a middle-class American family.
Jorge was practically Cuban royalty.
Who would have believed that our lives and
our families would come together in a way
none of us could have imagined?
The surgery looks to be a success.
He's on his way to the ICU right
now.
Oh, thank God.
We did have to remove the lower lobe
of his left lung.
He'll still be able to breathe.
But I need to warn you, the disease
is progressive.
You need to prepare yourself for the fact
that your son most likely won't make it
to 20.
We were told he wouldn't make it to
12.
My advice is to not let him exert
himself too much.
He just doesn't have the lung capacity.
Wait here, son.
You're going to be all right.
You're a fighter.
I'm a fighter.
You're a fighter.
And he was a fighter.
He took every day as it came.
He has borrowed time.
Hey, the phone's been ringing for you all
afternoon, George.
It's from Cuba.
All right.
Hello?
Jorge, I've been trying to reach you.
Papa, is that you?
Yes, Jorge.
What's going on?
Is everything okay?
I need you to go to Miami to
help set things up for us.
When?
As soon as possible.
Castro is becoming unpredictable.
Castro is just— We don't know what he's
going to do next.
Get to Miami.
We'll catch up with you as soon as
we can.
Okay.
Okay.
This was one of those zoom-out moments.
Life was happening for Jorge.
Yo, what are you— No.
No, no, no.
You're not playing video games.
Have you seen it?
It's beautiful outside.
Come on, man.
Let's go.
Yo, come on.
We got to get moving.
We got to get Brian, Matt.
The DeVilles, they're all coming.
We got to pick them up on the
way.
So let's go.
And who's driving?
Um, you are.
Man, when are you going to get your
licence?
Why would I do that when I got
you?
There it is.
Yo, I got you.
Go, go, go.
Woo!
Of course you didn't make that shot.
Yo, Chris.
Chris, this isn't funny.
Chris, stop fucking around.
Was that a swish?
Because I think I distinctly heard a swish
right there.
Hey.
Huh?
Mom and dad want you home.
All right, Johnny boy.
I'm just going to enjoy this for a
little minute here, okay?
And then I'm going to get you in
the car.
Now.
Hot shot.
Easy, man.
Man, you should have come out with us
today.
It was real fun.
Why not?
Everybody's entitled to their own weekend, I suppose.
You're not coming inside?
I got a study session.
Okay.
All right.
Cool.
Cool.
Good chat.
Hello, dearest parents.
Your favourite son has arrived.
Damn it.
Hey, maybe your second favourite son.
Hey, mom.
Hey, honey.
I made you some sandwiches.
They're on the table.
Thanks.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Did you open this?
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
But you did get into Loyola.
I know quite a bit about Loyola.
Colin will be really happy to have you
there.
Yeah.
I guess I just had this idea that
John and I would go to the same
college and do the whole roommates thing, you
know?
Yeah, I know.
You know what?
I think I'm just going to go downstairs.
Thanks for the food.
Maybe you should have worked harder at it.
That's fine.
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe he's right.
Come here.
Your mom needs some love.
Your mom needs some love.
You know I can see what you're doing,
right?
This is kind of obvious.
I just want you to remember that when
things don't work out, there's always a reason.
You just might not see it in the
moment.
What's the reason?
John might actually crack a smile for once
if I went to school with him.
Maybe.
And maybe there's something for you at Loyola.
Ah, because life is happening for me, not
to me, right?
Look at my smart son listening to his
mom.
Yeah, you know, when you say words, I
actually hear them.
It's weird.
That's very good to know.
Now, I want you to call your brother
Colin and tell him the good news.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm kidding.
I'm just going to listen on the radio.
I'm kidding.
Hey, man, what's up?
Yeah, no, no, I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm good.
Uh, look, I was just calling to let
you know that you're a better looking, more
talented, smarter little brother's coming to Loyola.
So get ready.
My mom was right.
I had to trust that there was a
bigger reason things were happening the way they
were.
And same for Jorge.
I mean, after all, he did make it
past 20.
All the way to 30.
And he was just about to meet his
bigger reason.
Lunch menus.
Lunch menus.
Menu?
Yes, please.
All right.
Is this your first flight, sir?
Well, no, it's like this every time.
Deep breaths.
No, I'm trying.
Trust me.
Sir?
Listen, is there anything I can do to
make takeoff a little easier for you?
You could hold my hand.
It would make it a lot easier for
me to breathe if you were holding my
hand.
I think this might actually help.
There you go.
How's that?
Small surprise.
In the right direction.
Peanut?
Getting warmer.
Just, please, just for takeoff.
So do you have a name in case
I need to summon a medic or something?
Jorge.
Jorge.
Are you in Puerto Rico for business or
pleasure, Jorge?
It is business.
But it's quickly shifting with pleasure.
What kind of business?
Rum.
Rum?
Well, my father wanted to make sure that
we could handle our liquor before we went
to college.
Okay.
Turns out that rum is actually my favourite.
Do you have a favourite brand?
Well, Bolivar, of course.
Okay, well, this is, this is more than
a coincidence.
You work for Bolivar?
Bolivar.
Okay.
Well, you don't waste time, do you?
I don't have time to waste.
So you made it.
I did.
You know, I really enjoyed talking to you.
Me too.
I think I finally got the circulation back
in my fingers.
I'm so sorry about that.
In Miami for long?
Uh, just tonight.
How can I see you again?
Ah, you just like that Bolivar is my
favourite drink.
Of course I do, but how can I
see you again?
All right, Mr. Bolivar.
Let's see if that's just the rum talking.
The most important thing is that we do
not skip a beat.
What's her name?
It's the future Mrs. Jorge Bolivar.
What?
Boys.
Focus.
Let's get to work.
As always, readings for next week are listed
in the syllabus.
And a reminder that pop quizzes make up
30% of your grade.
Hint, hint.
30%.
See you next week.
Uh, excuse me.
My bad.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
That's my fault.
I, um, I didn't, uh, that's my fault.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
All right, let's get settled.
Are you in this class also?
Yeah.
Yeah, this.
Nope.
No, uh, I was.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna go now.
Sorry for that.
I don't know.
The dude just smells.
It's the roommates, man.
Wait, have you asked him about it?
I'm worried.
He's one of those, one of those hoarders
who leaves half-eaten chicken carcasses under his
bed.
That's gross.
Have you checked?
I'm scared to.
It smells so bad, though.
I'm gonna have to.
Anyway, pray for me.
Yeah, good luck, man.
See ya.
What is he talking about?
Hey, bro, you seem a little dazed.
First month of college getting to you?
I had a vision.
Huh?
A vision.
What's a vision, Chris?
It was the most beautiful girl that I've
ever seen.
I seriously, in my entire life.
Yeah?
Yeah.
You are not usually one to get all
flustered about a girl, though.
I know, I know, but she's like angelic,
man.
It was like this vision, like, right in
front of me.
I gotta see her again.
I can't go to class.
I gotta see her.
I gotta see her.
I gotta see her again.
I have to see her.
Yeah, I'm serious.
There will be plenty of girls, Chris.
Not like this one, man.
Not like this one.
My brother was right.
I was only a freshman, and there would
be plenty of girls.
But she was right in front of me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I was lost, man.
Ew.
Safety patrol.
Yeah.
What do you think?
Lame?
No, not exactly lame.
But there's no ring to it.
What?
It depends what you're trying to say.
Are you trying to say, we, the safety
patroller, here to patrol you?
Or are you trying to say like, oh,
what's up, guys?
I'm trying to have a good time.
Safety buddy's here to get you home safe.
All right, okay.
I see your point.
It's a little too scary.
Just a tad.
But I need people to know how serious
this is.
No, absolutely.
And I agree with you.
That's why I think maybe if you change
it a little bit, you might actually want
to join our user service.
Okay, fair point.
Thank you.
These are yours.
Yep.
And I'm Chris Gregory.
Hi, Chris Gregory.
Hi.
And thank you for your input.
Yeah, yeah.
See, aren't you glad you bumped into me?
Twice.
Twice, yes.
Yeah, twice.
Samantha.
Sam.
Just Sam.
Sam.
Just Sam.
Okay, cool.
Well, just Sam.
Today's your lucky day.
You just got your first safety buddy.
Really?
Yeah.
You want to join?
Definitely.
I mean, I can tell you're passionate.
You care about it.
I do.
All right.
Well, great.
Then you are my first safety driver.
What?
See, I can't drive.
You can't drive?
I don't have my licence.
Oh.
But I'm getting it.
Oh?
Yes.
And you're going to help me.
I'm going to help you.
And until then, I'm going to be your
ride-along.
My what?
Yeah, you and your buddy on the side.
Wait.
Do I have this feeling like I'm getting
conned into something?
Yes, you are.
Absolutely.
But it's going to work out for you,
Mia.
Is it?
Yes.
And I mean, it's not really safe for
the safety buddy to be so pretty, right?
Well, okay then.
Okay, yeah.
Oh, what's that?
You got...
You need me in class?
What are you going to do?
I got to go.
Yeah, maybe change it.
Yeah.
Oh my goodness, you're here.
I am, yeah.
On your way to...
Seattle.
I was just hoping we could get more
time to talk.
Well, that would be nice.
I mean, I love my family, but it's
just they're perfectly content to stay in the
same small town.
And I felt like I needed to get
out and see the world a bit before,
you know, I settled down.
It makes perfect sense to me.
I can't believe you're here.
You just showed up.
I did.
I just showed up.
I thought you would call or something.
Would you rather I called instead?
No.
No.
No.
I love that you caught me by surprise.
Can you ask me another question or something
so I can stop blushing like this?
Uh, do you enjoy being a stewardess?
Uh, yes, I do.
It's given me a much needed sense of
independence.
You feel free.
I love that.
Yeah, for the most part.
For the most part.
I mean, I wouldn't have been able to
see any of this if it wasn't for
my job.
You mean like Seattle?
Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to see
Seattle.
I don't know about you, but I prefer
a little bit more sunshine.
Me too.
Oh, that's good to know.
What time is it?
Oh, my lord.
I have to go.
Are you all right?
It's just like...
You sure?
Dust.
It's all dust.
Okay.
All right.
Well, thank you for dropping by.
It's a pleasure.
Yeah, I gotta fly.
Okay.
Literally.
All right.
Bye.
Oh, wow.
How long were you standing there?
I saw like the whole entire dance, all
of it.
Yeah, I do this thing, this procrastination thing
where I like have to clean everything before
I can actually sit down and study.
Sounds like a cool thing.
Listen, if you want to stop by my
place when you're done here, that'd be great
because I could really use your service.
Let me think about it.
No.
No?
Okay, then.
Wow, that is quite the outfit you got
on.
Thanks.
I got this for you.
What?
It's your safety buddy shirt.
We're gonna wear it together like twins.
Yeah, look.
Pretty safe, huh?
Wow, you're such a nerd.
Yes.
Yes, I'm a massive nerd.
Oh, I actually, I gotta get this.
I get that.
Yeah, but call me on Saturday.
You got it.
Okay, bring that.
I'll bring it.
Okay.
All right.
Enjoy.
Hey, Brad.
Hey.
Yeah, I was just talking to this freshman.
He's gonna help me with his safety buddies.
I thought you said you liked the sunshine.
I did.
I do.
Wow.
Are you happy?
Happy, yes.
Oh, Jorge, I've only got a 10-hour
layover.
Well, you better get going then.
I give you Hawaii.
So, what do you think?
Should we go in?
Huh?
All right.
Come on.
Is it cold?
I'm just a little sensitive.
Oh, it's fine.
Are you sure?
Trust me, it's fine.
I'm a little bit sensitive.
It's so nice.
Barry got nice.
I'm gonna get you.
I'm gonna get you.
You win.
You win.
You totally win.
Little paradox.
Looks real.
This doesn't look real, huh?
Oh, you're a fish.
Yeah, I love the ocean.
Yeah, I can tell.
You know a lot about me now.
Tell me some more about you.
More than that I love the ocean and
I find you incredibly beautiful?
Yes, more.
So, I work with my family in the
rum business, as you know.
We were forced to leave our headquarters in
Cuba when I was in college.
And ever since then I've been heading the
Puerto Rican operation.
Do you like it?
Heading the Puerto Rican operation or working with
my family?
Both.
I like that I get to travel to
Puerto Rico.
In regards of working with my family, I
haven't known anything else.
But I wouldn't change that.
I love my family.
Family is everything to me.
And I'm very proud of the Bolivar legacy
that I'm a part of.
Family is very important to me, too.
Is it?
I want to have a huge family.
I want to have dozens and dozens of
babies.
Leslie, we just met.
You're talking about a baby.
I've noticed that you cough a lot.
You did?
Yeah, well, I noticed it.
A few times.
I was helping you with it.
Just nothing, really.
I was just wondering if it had anything
to do with a scar on your back.
I'm sorry, was that too personal?
No, no.
You know, maybe it's just one of those
things I, you know, I haven't known any
other way.
I don't talk about it much, at all,
really.
Why not?
Maybe it's my cheese moment, I guess.
I don't want to show my weakness.
Especially with you.
Well, you don't have to worry about that.
I, I know.
I know.
And somehow, you make me feel very much
at ease.
I hope I do.
I can't believe this day's already over.
So it was a good surprise?
I don't want it to end.
Neither do I.
Listen, I don't know what's going on, but
I just feel so close to you already.
And after hearing everything that happened to you
as a child, and everything that you've been
through, I don't want us to be apart.
What if something happens to you?
You know what you are?
What?
A peanut.
What?
Sweetest peanut I've ever laid my eyes on.
A peanut?
Yeah, my peanut.
And you don't have to worry about me.
We have plenty of time together.
Do you promise?
Promise.
Hold on.
Before you leave, just, just one thing.
Guys.
Yeah, well,
you gotta admit, Mori had some strong charm.
I mean, so did I.
I just, I just wish mine was as
classy and smooth.
Sorry, man, I'm not gonna make it to
this one tonight.
What do you mean you're not gonna make
it?
What are you doing instead?
I got this, um, safety buddies thing.
It's like, uh...
A what thing?
Safety buddies.
It's like, I gotta drive people that, like,
they call us, and then we drive them
back home from wherever they are.
Um, Chris, you don't drive.
I don't, thank you for telling me.
It's about that girl, isn't it?
It's the e-girl, ma'am.
Seriously, I've never seen you like this.
She's special, man.
I can't, uh, can't explain it.
All right, good luck.
Thank you.
All right, ma'am, cool.
Well, have fun.
I love you lots, okay?
Bye.
Hi.
Hey, hi.
How long have you been in the door
for?
Love you, ma'am.
Have fun.
Bye.
That's it?
Cool.
Great.
Great, great.
Um, I'm gonna let you know right now
that it's totally cool to love your brother,
so...
Oh, I know.
It's okay.
Don't worry.
I tell my brother that I love him
every day.
Well, that's good that you do that.
Good.
Good for you.
Um, you're wearing the shirt.
Looks great.
Looks fine.
I feel naked right now, so I'm gonna
get changed.
Oh, I'll go.
Cool, I'll put mine on now.
Okay.
Because I don't, this is not...
Hurry up.
Great.
Bye.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Why are you an idiot?
For you.
I'm scared.
Why?
Because your iPod's like the window to your
soul.
Something like that.
Something like that.
Okay, let's see what we got here.
Oh no, where are you going?
Celine, My Heart Will Go On.
Yep.
Absolute classic.
Kelly Clarkson, Because of You.
Mm-hmm.
It's a sad one.
Yeah.
John Mayer, Real Dream.
He's handsome.
Yeah, he is.
Yeah, he really is.
I get it.
He's a handsome fella.
Oh, Queen B.
Wow, look at those moves.
Strong, independent woman.
Love it.
I don't know, Sam.
This is a pretty good playlist.
I like it.
Why, thank you.
What'd you find?
You!
Soulja Boy cranked that.
Well, of course.
Okay, Timbuk says that you have danced to
this song in your room when nobody's looking.
Oh, and tell me you haven't.
I absolutely have.
I got a lot of layers.
You got to peel them back to find
out who I really am.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I got a little bit of this,
a little bit of that.
Oh, what is that?
I have no idea at all.
Okay.
Okay.
Fairytale Wedding.
Oh!
Oh, I forgot this one.
Now I'm going to take that back.
Yep.
Okay, I've obviously trespassed onto some childhood dreams.
What?
You're telling me that you've never had childhood
dreams?
So what does your boyfriend know about it?
My who?
I don't know.
The guy you're on the phone to before,
what was his name?
Billy or Boris?
Brad?
Brad.
Brad.
He is not my boyfriend.
Okay.
I mean, I don't know.
I think that we're dating.
You think?
Well, I mean, he's got a lot going
on right now and I'm finishing my senior
year, so we're just keeping things casual.
Casual.
Okay, are they your words or his words?
What do you mean?
You have a Fairytale Wedding playlist.
So?
What, you don't have sisters?
I don't know.
Maybe it's a girl thing or a me
thing.
I have a very healthy imagination, okay?
Yeah, healthy imagination, sure.
But I'm just saying, Fairytale Wedding playlist.
Boring Brad.
Do they really?
I'm just looking out for you.
Get home, get home, get home, get home.
Hello, this is the safety buddies.
How can we get you home safely?
Uh-huh, sure.
Yeah, absolutely.
We can be there.
Okay.
Great.
We'll see you there.
Bye.
Let's go!
Hold it, hold it.
One second, one second, one second.
Okay, all right.
Okay.
Oh, there you go.
You're on the point.
Okay, okay.
Hold her hair, grab her hair, grab her
hair.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Okay, look, look.
We made it to the curb.
I'd say that's it.
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, you're so brave.
Get it out.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, you're so, so, so, so, so fine.
It's good.
Just, just let it out.
Let it all out.
There you go.
I assume this is not casual Brad's idea
of a date night.
Oh, no, okay.
Safety buddies, how can we get home safely?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
We're not too far from there.
We'll see you in a second.
This is totally legit, you guys.
You're doing this.
My friends, you totally bailed on me.
And it would have been a major bummer
to crutch all the way home.
Yeah, that would have sucked.
No problem.
So, uh, good night studying, huh?
Okay, all right, nice.
Um, you know what?
Let me, let me, uh, let me take
you.
No, please, please.
I got it, I got it, trust me.
Okay.
No, yeah, just this way.
I'm starving.
Ooh, I could totally demolish some nuggets right
now.
What?
What did you say?
Turn.
All right.
To the nugs.
Let's go.
You love this, don't you?
What, watching people eat?
No, helping people.
I mean, your whole face lights up when
you do it.
It does?
Yeah, a hundred percent.
Well, you seem to like it yourself.
And you've actually been a really big help.
I don't know.
I'm just happy to be a part, honestly.
So what was, like, the deciding factor for
you?
Like, what, what made you know that this
was what you wanted to do?
Uh, well, um, it's actually a personal type.
I'll preface it with this.
She's fine, thank God.
But, um, two years ago, my mom was
almost killed in a car accident.
She was driving to pick me and my
dad up.
My brother up from the airport when some
guy coming home from LA and I crossed
over the centre divider and hit her head
on.
And she went into a coma, and we
didn't know if she was gonna make it.
We're sitting there waiting, and it just felt
like forever.
And while I was praying for her to
wake up, I made a deal with the
big guy that if she was okay, then
I would do whatever I could to make
sure other people stayed safe.
And so, here we are.
Wow, that's a, uh, that's a pretty deep
layer, Sam.
That is just beautiful.
You two are beautiful.
Surfer dude was right.
It is beautiful when you find a cause
that you're passionate about.
That's good.
Over there.
Or that person that you're really into.
What?
I didn't know you were coming.
Go, go,
go, go!
Are you kidding me?
Try this.
The person that lights you up and you
would travel anywhere for.
I'm trying.
I'm trying!
The car takes itself where it wants to
go, it's stopping.
That person that helps make life so much
sweeter than it already is.
The one that makes the ordinary extraordinary.
And makes you do things you wouldn't normally
do.
And avoid some of the things that you're
supposed to do.
Dad.
Three C's and a D.
You know, it's not actually what it looks
like because, um.
Do you realise you're on the verge of
flunking out of your first term?
Flunking's a strong word.
Don't even get me started on your phone,
Bill.
You were young and in love once, right,
Dad?
Chris.
I'm just having fun, Dad.
Hey, I am serious.
So am I.
It's responsible fun.
Get your grades up.
Or no more support from us.
You hear me?
Yeah.
Loud and clear.
Got you.
Papa.
Good morning to see me.
Sit.
Jorge.
What is going on with you?
Flying all over the place.
Who is this American girl?
You know her name.
I really don't think this is a good
idea.
You don't think she's worthy?
Of course not.
She's a gringa.
Is that it?
I never said that.
You don't approve.
Stop putting words in my mouth.
So she's an American.
So what?
I went to Stanford.
We live in Miami, for heaven's sake.
Your health.
Does she know?
She knows.
Hi.
Good morning.
You're nice and warm.
Really?
I love you.
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
And I want to spend more time together.
I just wish we lived in the same
city.
I need a lot more time.
So what?
What is it?
Will you marry me?
Oh my goodness.
Will you be my wife?
What about your father?
No, this is about us.
I love you.
I don't see my life without you.
So please marry me.
I love you so much.
All right, what do you think
of this?
Dear Dad, I want to thank you and
Mom for giving me the chance to come
back and give it another shot.
I feel like I'm finally getting this college
thing right.
And I'm taking full advantage of this opportunity.
Miss, miss.
I'm so thankful for how patient you both
have been over the years.
And that I have parents who believe in
me even when I didn't believe in myself.
Thank you so much for all of this.
I love you, Chris.
This is code for the new girlfriend, isn't
it?
Probably.
Yeah.
You did good.
Okay, Jessanne, it's the moment of truth.
Yep, it's a big moment.
You ready?
I'm kind of nervous.
Organ donor?
Yeah, why not?
I mean, I'm not going to need it
when I'm gone, right?
Yeah, I guess not.
Mr. Chris Gregory.
Desmond?
Yes.
One second.
One second, I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
If I pass, you have to go on
a date with me.
What?
Just say yes.
Please.
Please.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Lovely.
Yes.
I don't know, I figure we got a
lot to celebrate.
My newfound freedom.
Your almost graduation.
The fact that this is our first official
date.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
The celebrations do warrant the effort.
Yeah, of course they do.
So, what are you going to do with
your newfound liberation?
You know what?
I think I'm going to enjoy this date
with you.
I mean in life.
Oh.
Like, you know, have you thought about it?
About what?
Life.
Oh, life.
You know, like future life.
Oh, no, absolutely not.
Seriously.
What?
Seriously, like you thought about it.
Oh, I just, I like living in this
moment here with you.
I don't want to think ahead or behind,
you know?
I guess.
I do really like helping people.
I like seeing people happy.
That makes me happy.
So, maybe something along the lines of that,
you know?
Gives these good looks and charm to save
the world.
Wow.
My mom's starting to be a nurse.
But she's like a really special person.
I don't really think that I've got what
it takes, you know, to help people.
I mean, I definitely can't save somebody's life.
I don't know.
You've been a pretty amazing safety buddy.
Oh, is that so?
Amazing.
Yeah.
I'm amazing.
Chris Gregory's amazing.
I mean, like, it comes very naturally to
you.
Oh, so I'm a natural.
I'm naturally amazing.
I'm naturally amazing.
You're so annoying.
I'm not.
Thank you.
This is going better than I thought it
was going to go.
This is great for me.
Yo, this is going so well that I
think you might have to meet my family
when they come for the Easter break.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
There it is!
Oh!
Wow.
What is?
What's happening?
Oh, my gosh.
What is happening?
I miss my boys!
Oh, you mean you miss Chris and I
dominating John and Dad?
I wouldn't be too quick to say that,
Carl.
All right, I got old man Winkle.
Someone's going to get hurt.
You sure you can handle this?
I have a brother.
Oh, no.
I mean, Chris can be a handful.
I think I can handle it.
You?
Man, what's going on with you?
Look at him.
By the way, guys, take a look at
this.
What is that?
Oh, you want to see it?
Okay, I'm sorry.
Look, read it.
Well, it only took you three years.
Oh, thank you.
His girlfriend was a big motivation.
I mean, and I even survived all the
lessons.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
I'm impressed.
Congratulations.
That's great.
How many times did it take?
Actually, only once.
Let's eat.
How many times did it take?
Yeah, I gave you three times.
How many times did it take to get
your lessons, guys?
Take care of yourself, okay?
Yeah, of course.
Always.
What is this?
What?
No.
Take it.
I don't need this.
I don't need your money.
Thanks, Mom.
Take care of your brother.
I'm trying.
Drive safely.
Come on.
Let's go.
I love you.
Bye.
Bye.
Lovely.
Thank you.
Thanks for everything, Pop.
Come on.
Keep your grades up.
Yeah.
You hear that?
Have fun.
Yes.
Not too much fun.
Of course not.
Be good.
Always.
Bye.
I love you.
I love you more.
Thank you.
Bye.
Oh, my gosh.
Wait.
Come back.
Don't leave me.
That was a very good day.
I, Jorge Bolivar.
I, Leslie Falk.
Take you, Leslie Falk.
Take you, Jorge Bolivar.
To be my lawfully wedded wife.
To be my lawfully wedded husband.
For better or for worse.
For better or for worse.
In sickness and in health.
In sickness and in health.
As long as we both shall live.
As long as we both shall live.
My wife.
My husband.
Cheers.
What a day.
It was blessed.
Yeah.
I'm sorry your parents weren't here.
No.
Don't be.
We don't need the drama.
Today was about us and our life together.
They'll fall in love with you just like
I did.
Do you promise?
I promise.
My little peanut.
Okay.
Okay.
You're dilly dilly.
I think it's about time I start working
on those dozens of babies you've been talking
about.
How did I get to be this lucky,
huh?
Hey, so you're almost getting out of here,
Sam.
Yeah.
Got any plans after graduation?
Probably intern with this non-profit that I
like.
That's right.
My girl is smart.
Any of that rub off on you?
Yes, actually.
I'm thinking about signing up for the local
fire department.
Yeah, you just want to play at the
siren.
Uh, yeah.
100%.
Have you heard that thing?
And then hopefully some travelling at some point,
right?
Yeah, travelling would be real nice.
I can see a blue ocean.
Me and you.
A yacht just like this.
I'm standing here and you're holding me across
my chest and there's all these tropical fish
and all this amazing...
Oh, ignore him.
He does this way too often.
Chris, dude, cut it out.
Yeah, Chris.
Chris.
Chris, the joke is over.
Why isn't he stopping?
Chris.
What's happening?
Chris.
Hey.
Chris, Chris, wake up.
Chris, stop kidding around.
Oh, God.
Hey, go grab your car.
Go get your car.
Come on, big guy.
Come on, stay with us.
Come on.
Chris.
Doctor.
The MRI shows bleeding in the frontal lobe
of your son's brain.
There is no sign of trauma, so it's
possible he may have some type of aneurysm
or a bleeding arteriovenous malformation.
Please.
Please don't.
I love you so much.
Chris.
Chris.
Chris.
You guys.
Hey.
Are you good?
I've never felt better, actually.
And that's saying something.
Yeah, he's better, all right.
We thought we lost you.
I had this dream that I was this
caterpillar trapped in a cocoon.
It was really, really dark inside.
I kept scratching the cocoon trying to get
out, but I couldn't get out.
It's like I was stuck.
It's like I couldn't move my body.
I was so scared.
I didn't think that I was going to
make it out.
I heard your voice.
I started to see like a light, and
I started to see this way out.
I realised that I was more than I
ever thought I was.
I realised that I was like this beautiful
butterfly.
I could just fly.
Was there a little dog named Toto there,
too?
A wicked witch?
Yeah.
Yeah, there was.
And the witch was your wife.
Hey, your brother just got out of a
coma.
Don't beat him up.
Well, I'm just glad that you didn't fly
away.
Me, too.
Careful, careful.
Because there's actually something that I wanted to
ask you.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to
witness this man, Christopher, marry this woman, Sam,
in holy matrimony.
I like it amazing.
You do.
Christopher.
Huh?
Oh.
I, Chris, take you, Sam, to be my
lawfully wedded wife.
And I, Sam, take you, Chris, to be
my husband, to have and hold this day
forward.
As long as we both shall live.
By the power vested in me, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.
Chris, you may kiss your bride.
And you took my hand in that
sunlight, in that golden light,
mirrors in your mind, they
shine so bright.
And just like that, the future life Sam
talked about began to come into focus.
It wasn't all that different from the life
that Jorge and Leslie were living years before,
moving together by similarity, separated by time.
You know, there are a couple of empty
mouths to fill.
But there were some differences in how our
lives played out.
Painful differences.
Did you get the job?
Oh, I knew you would.
Mmm, I'm so proud of you.
Thank you, thank you.
You like the shirt?
Yes, it's a nice shirt.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I figure we're gonna be making the
big bucks now, so we can make a
couple of changes around here.
Maybe starting with a shower I can actually
fit in.
Actually, I think the first thing we should
do is put some paint in that front
bedroom.
Okay, yeah, what colour?
Daddy.
Me?
No.
No.
No.
Yes.
No, you're lying.
Yes!
Yes?
What?
Yes.
No, I can't.
Wow.
I can't believe it.
Is that it's?
No, that's the umbilical cord.
Yeah, of course it is.
I received your results and I reviewed them.
And I wish I could give you better
news, but given your medical history, we're not
very optimistic.
I'm sorry.
Okay, well, thank you for your time.
You know, it's my fault.
You never should have married me.
I don't know that.
I can't give you what you want.
I can't give you what you deserve.
You know my love.
But you said you wanted a big family.
With dozens and dozens.
Dozens of babies.
I failed you.
Listen, you're my family.
You're all I ever wanted and you're all
I needed.
You're the best thing that ever happened to
me.
And I wouldn't change any of it.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Everyone, grab your bolster and find a comfortable
seat.
Now let's close our eyes, put our hands
on our bellies and visualise the connection to
the life within.
He's getting worse, isn't he?
You want to make the most of every
moment.
The breath of life.
Thank you guys for coming.
He's so perfect.
I love you so much.
Okay, we
should really go back to shore.
No.
Listen, we want you feeling well, my love.
I don't want anybody worrying about me.
Oh, Jorge.
No, check his oxygen.
Hey, I got you.
Uncle Jorge's gonna be okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I have been in touch with the Mayo
Clinic.
I'm making arrangements for you to be screened
for a transplant.
A transplant?
Without new lungs, I don't see him lasting
another year, maybe not even another month.
To qualify for the procedure, you need to
be sick enough where you need it, which
you clearly do, but healthy enough to survive
the procedure.
Well, that's good.
I thought
you were sleeping.
Too many thoughts.
You shouldn't be in bed, my love.
I have something for you.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
No, it's not your another month.
Happy birthday, my love.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
You did it, buddy!
Yay!
Yay!
Happy birthday!
What is it?
It's a firetruck.
Thank you, Uncle Kyle and Uncle John.
You're welcome.
Hello?
Yes.
Dr. Keller.
Tonight.
Oh, yes, yes.
I can arrange that.
All right.
Well, I'll call you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Oh, my Lord.
You're not going to believe this.
They have a donor for you.
Jorge, are you all right?
Because we need to get you to the
clinic as soon as possible.
I'm here.
I've lived a good life.
Haven't I?
What are you saying?
It doesn't make any sense to go to
someone younger.
Just...
Please stop.
Someone more deserving.
I love my life.
I've been blessed.
I've had so...
I've had so much...
I've had you.
My family.
Maybe we should go to the...
Whenever I have a family.
My darling, this is your chance to finally
breathe again.
And I am right here by your side.
But you will need to fight again.
And if you don't fight for yourself, I
need you to fight for me.
We can do this.
That's it.
That's it.
Okay.
All right.
Thank you.
So, Dr. Keller is on his way to
get the lungs.
You make it sound like he'll pass delivery
service.
You know, this reminds me of the first
time we met.
I'd feel a lot better if you held
my hand.
Always a charmer.
It worked.
I got you.
You don't waste time, do you?
No.
I don't have time to waste.
Now your first rodeo.
No.
Hopefully my last.
This is as far as we can go.
This will be right here when you get
back.
Okay.
You be brave.
Okay?
You be brave.
Who are these people?
Families of people waiting for transplants.
I got nowhere to go.
No.
I hope it's not too hard.
Okay.
Someone's home.
Daddy.
You're looking at the new lieutenant.
Really?
Do you hear that?
Daddy, that's amazing.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Wow.
Look at this.
This is art.
This is amazing.
It's not a firetruck.
I'm going to go run his bath.
Okay.
I'm so proud of you.
Honey.
Look at you.
Come here.
Yeah, I love firetrucks too.
Don't you dare say it.
Say it.
Say it.
Say it.
So here's the
thing.
That's not what really happened.
It would have been nice.
It would have been more than nice.
Perfect wife.
Perfect family.
All I could ever want.
And more.
But it turns out life had something else
in store for me.
They ran every test you can imagine on
me.
CT, MRI, blood, oxygen levels, the works.
And everything seemed to be fine.
Except for one little thing.
Doctor.
The MRI shows he was bleeding in the
frontal lobe of your son's brain.
There is no sign of trauma.
So it's possible he may have some type
of aneurysm or bleeding arteriovenous malformation.
English, please.
It's basically a leaking blood vessel.
So what's next?
We're planning to drain some fluid and relieve
the pressure on his brain.
I don't understand.
He was perfectly healthy.
We just saw him last week.
About 2% of the population have this
kind of issue and never even know it.
Even if it leaks, it's not necessarily fatal.
Most of the time it isn't.
What do you mean most of the time?
He's asleep.
Looks like he's sleeping.
We'll know more in the morning.
In the meantime, you should all get some
rest.
There's a hotel down the street.
Chris, listen to me.
He's there.
I love you, son.
Put your hand in God's hand.
Okay?
Put your hand in God's hand.
Good morning.
Good morning.
We should talk.
Christopher's condition has seriously deteriorated overnight.
I'm afraid there's no other way to say
this.
This is death.
We have to do one last test on
him to verify that he is brain dead.
Then we will take him off all of
the machines.
I'm so sorry.
Wait until his brother John gets here.
Yes, of course.
We can wait until you are ready.
We can't actually allow for this.
They're gonna give parts of him away.
What, like a junked car?
No, I'm not okay with this.
Mom, you can't agree to this, can you?
It's what he wanted.
Hey, big little brother.
Usually every time we're alone, you're the most
of the talk.
I'm not used to this.
Where's your wisecracks jokes when I need them,
huh?
I know I give you a hard time
most of the time.
Work harder, study stronger.
Why does it even matter now, huh?
I am sorry for so many things.
You know it's because I love you?
Right.
Chris, I need you to hear me.
I love you.
And I'm proud.
Proud to be your big brother.
Bye, buddy.
Mr. Gregory, there are planes flying all over
the country tonight because of your boy.
We have matches for all the abdominal and
thoracic organs.
Heart, lungs, liver, pancreas, kidneys, and eyes.
Your son is saving five lives.
Will we, will we ever find out who
they are?
Maybe someday.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll get a letter.
Maybe not.
Sometimes folks write.
Sometimes families meet.
It isn't easy.
But it can happen.
Only through the agency, though, no names or
addresses are shared.
Just general age, sex, and location.
But I wouldn't expect too much.
They've all been fighting their own battles.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you
so much for being here.
My family and I appreciate your prayers for
Chris.
If there's anything you could do for us,
it's, um, it's this.
Before he goes to sleep tonight, please call
someone you love and tell them.
Call a friend or a relative you haven't
talked to in a while.
And don't ask them about their grades or
their cell phone bill.
Just tell them how much you love them.
Thank you all for coming.
Thank you.
Who's in here waiting for me?
An angel.
That's all we know.
I'm alive.
I called your name and said you'd call
We'll stay with you for your last day
The souls of the righteous are in the
hand of God, and no torment shall touch
them.
In the eyes of the foolish, they seem
to have died, their departure thought to be
an affliction, and they're going from us to
be their destruction, but they are at peace.
For though in the sight of men they
were punished, their hope is full of immortality.
I will always love you.
The nurses are calling him Superman.
No one can believe how well you're recovering.
I feel half my age, doctor.
Who was he?
I can't release that kind of information.
We need to know.
Please.
I will check with the organ agency and
see what they'll release, but I think we
should get you home first.
Thank you.
It's handwritten and blacked out his name and
his signature.
Read it.
To whoever in his family, I understand I
am the recipient of a gift from a
relative of yours that is beyond repayment.
I cannot imagine the grief caused by your
loss, and there are no words anyone can
say are right to extinguish that pain.
Nevertheless, you have shared with me the grandest
gift I will ever receive.
The gift of life.
Grace, honey, come here.
What?
They gave Christopher a name.
What is it?
Gabriel.
The archangel of new life and incarnation.
Our boy.
Mary Angel.
Gabriel.
Gabriel was her 19-year-old son, Christopher.
He was in love with a girl named
Sam.
Her parents lost their son, and she lost
her love.
He was just a boy, you know?
He was just a boy.
Chris is here.
He's with me.
I'm going to take good care of him.
Thank you.
Go ahead.
Take my eyes.
They are no use to me now.
But just know that when they look at
some little children playing, I'll be smiling with
them.
Take my heart so someone else can live
and love, and with this gift, know that
my love remains in this world.
Take my lungs so someone else can sing,
and if you listen carefully, you'll hear that
I'm singing with them.
I'm sorry I didn't have more hugs to
give and jokes to tell.
I did my best to make others smile.
And when I die, I won't be here.
I'll be everywhere.
So that's my story.
It didn't happen the way any of us
would have expected.
But it was a miracle.
Beautiful, awesome, and fantastic.
The soft southern speckled sky Tumbling down
the road Follow
me to the sun You're our own
Drop down line Turn up your face, that's
fine You got visions in your head But
you gotta deal with the smile instead Fortune
rains from above To lose is to love
All these things we're thinking of Oh,
in the
summer When you took my hand In
that sunlight In that golden bath
And the mirrors in your mind They shine
so bright But the sky's the sky And
tonight's tonight Holy roads lead
you home You're out of need, come and
go But I will get there before too
long
The satellite view of the blue planet Earth
at dusk, its night lights visible from space.
Monumental metallic lettering spelling the word universal encircles
the globe, settling in front of it.
A Comcast company.
A full moon rises over an African savannah.
The dark shapes of trees and an adult
and baby giraffe are seen in profile.
A black sketch of a male lion's head
fills the moon.
Silver Lion Films.
Universal Pictures presents, in association with Silver Lion
Films, a Houle Brothers production, a Lance Houle
film, based on a true story.
White clouds drift in the sky.
Titles appear.
Two hearts.
A yacht is moored just offshore of a
tropical island, green foliage covering its mountainous peaks.
There are only two ways to live your
life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a
miracle.
I choose to believe the latter, and for
good reason.
Travelling over a crystal blue sea towards the
island, a figure slowly comes into view.
My mother is always reminding me that there
is often more to things than meets the
eye.
That if we can zoom out a little,
we will realise that life is happening for
us, not to us.
A lush tropical forest at its edge.
A young man, Chris, is stood barefooted on
a white sand beach.
He looks through a pair of binoculars, pointed
out towards the anchored yacht.
Dressed in a lightweight white button-up shirt
and pale cream linen knee-length shorts, his
clothes gently billow in the breeze.
And if we just allow it to, the
ride can be beautiful, awesome and fantastic.
He lowers the binoculars.
Continuing to stare out at the yacht, he
lets out a sigh.
She never said that it would be easy.
His red Converse hanging off the back, an
unconscious Chris is wheeled on a gurney.
Look, I get it.
It doesn't always seem like rainbows and butterflies.
A blonde-haired woman, Sam, rests a hand
on his shoulder.
Chris.
It's hard to zoom out in a moment
like this.
As Chris is wheeled through windowed double doors,
Sam, along with another young man, Chris's brother
Colin, stare mouths agape.
Later, Chris lays unconscious, an intubation tube strapped
to his mouth.
It's hard to believe that this was life
happening for me.
Chris.
Chris, please wake up.
Or for any of us.
A tall man in a blue shirt and
a petite blonde-haired woman into the hospital
room.
Their expressions grave.
The man, Chris's father, Eric, hugs Colin, while
his mom, Grace, bee-lines it to the
bed.
Certainly didn't feel like there could be anything
good about this situation.
But, hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Grace strokes Chris's face.
The large stone facade of a U.S.
prep school in the 1950s.
This story really starts years before I was
even born.
Behind the main building, a large green soccer
pitch is edged by a forest.
A small mountain range is visible in the
distance.
Crusher!
Here we go.
With another kid from another part of the
world.
Go!
What about Jorge?
Does he have the wind?
Three minutes left.
Believe her.
Believe her.
Okay, you're in.
We need you in there.
You're in the field.
We need to put pressure on.
We need a goal, okay?
We need the wind.
Make it happen.
Okay.
Make it happen.
Let's go, boys!
While an injured player is helped off the
field, a tall young man with dark brown
wavy hair, Jorge, jogs onto the pitch.
Yes!
Jorge intercepts a pass, eventually scoring, before collapsing
near a goal post.
Jorge Bolivar and I could not have been
further apart.
I was from a middle-class American family.
Jorge was practically Cuban royalty.
Who would have believed that our lives and
our families would come together in a way
none of us could have imagined?
Lying on his side with a tube coming
out of his mouth, a white-gown surgeon
gently lifts out a large piece of an
organ from Jorge with a medical tissue clamp,
placing it on a white metal tray.
Set in a waiting area, Jorge's parents stand
as the surgeon approaches, their expressions tense.
The surgery looks to be a success.
He's on his way to the ICU right
now.
Oh, thank God.
We did have to remove the lower lobe
of his left lung.
He'll still be able to breathe, but I
need to warn you, the disease is progressive.
You need to prepare yourself for the fact
that your son most likely won't make it
to 20.
We were told he wouldn't make it to
12.
My advice is to not let him exert
himself too much.
He just doesn't have the lung capacity.
Dressed in a dark, tailored suit, Don Joaquin
nods his head while his wife stares at
the surgeon, her mouth agape, later praying at
Jorge's bedside.
Papa.
We're here, son.
You're going to be all right.
You're a fighter.
I'm a fighter.
You're a fighter.
And he was a fighter.
He took every day as it came, as
borrowed time.
Hey, the phone's been ringing for you all
afternoon, Jorge.
It's from Cuba.
All right.
A military van pulls up outside of an
office building with two Cuban flags hanging from
poles either side of an upper window.
A man looks out from the window as
soldiers get out and stand at the entrance.
Inside, Don Joaquin is sat at a large
desk.
Hello?
Jorge, I've been trying to reach you.
Papa, is that you?
Yes, Jorge.
What's going on?
Is everything okay?
I need you to go to Miami to
help set things up for us.
When?
As soon as possible.
Castro is becoming unpredictable.
We don't know what he's going to do
next.
Get to Miami.
We'll catch up with you as soon as
we can.
Okay.
Okay.
This was one of those zoom-out moments.
Life was happening for Jorge.
Yo!
What are you...
No.
No, no, no, you're not playing video games.
Have you seen it?
It's beautiful outside.
Come on, man, let's go.
Yo, come on, we got to get moving.
We got to get Brian, Matt, the DeVilles,
they're all coming.
We got to pick them up on the
way, so let's go.
And who's driving?
You are.
Man, when are you going to get your
licence?
Why would I do that when I got
you?
There it is!
A red, white, and blue striped basketball bounces
off a hoop backboard.
Woo!
Yo!
Yo, I got you, I got you, I
got you, I got you.
You know, you know, go, go, go.
Woo!
Of course you didn't make that shot.
Yo, Chris.
Chris, this isn't funny.
Chris, stop fucking around.
Lying unconscious?
Was that a swish?
Because I think I distinctly heard a swish
right there.
Yo!
Woo!
Hey.
Huh?
Mom and Dad want you home.
All right, Johnny boy, I'm just going to
enjoy this for a little minute here, okay,
and then I'm going to get you in
the car.
Now, hot shot.
Excuse you, man.
Man, you should have come out with us
today.
It was real funny.
Why not?
Everybody's entitled to their own weekend, I suppose.
Chris's blonde-haired brother, Johnny, stares out of
the driver's side window.
They pull up outside of a large blue
timber house.
You're not coming inside?
I got a study session.
Okay.
All right, cool, cool.
Uh, good chat.
Inside, Eric and Grace are sat in the
living room, a football game on the TV.
Hello, dearest parents, your favourite son has arrived.
Damn it.
Okay, maybe your second favourite son, then.
Hey, Mom.
Hey, honey.
Oh, I made you some sandwiches.
They're on the table.
Thanks.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
They both watch as Chris walks into the
dining room.
An open envelope lies next to a bowl
filled with sandwiches.
No longer smiling, Chris picks it up.
Did you open this?
Yeah.
A mildly frustrated expression on his face, Chris
turns back to the table and pulls out
a letter.
Eric's staring at the TV.
Grace glances over at him before getting up
and walking over to Chris.
I'm sorry.
But you did get into Loyola.
I know Colin will be really happy to
have you there.
Yeah, I guess I just had this idea
that John and I would go to the
same college and do the whole roommates thing,
you know?
Yeah, I know.
You know what?
I think I'm...
I'm just gonna go downstairs.
Thanks for the, uh...
Maybe you should have worked harder at it.
Chris pauses at the top of a flight
of stairs, then descends.
Laid out on his bed, Chris drums a
guitar.
Hey.
Have fun.
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe he's right.
Come here.
Your mom needs some love.
Your mom needs some love.
Oh.
You know I can see what you're doing,
right?
It's just kind of obvious.
I just want you to remember that when
things don't work out, there's always a reason.
We just might not see it in the
moment.
Mm, what's the reason?
Well, I think John might actually crack a
smile for once if I went to school
with him.
Maybe.
And maybe there's something for you, by the
way.
Uh, because life is happening for me, not
to me, right?
Oh, look at my smart son listening to
his mom.
Yeah, you know, when you say words, I
actually hear them.
It's weird.
That's very good to know.
Now, I want you to call your brother
Colin and tell him the good news.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm kidding.
I'm just gonna listen over here.
Yeah, okay.
Hey, man, what's up?
Yeah, no, no, I'm good, I'm good, I'm
good.
Uh, look, I was just calling to let
you know that your better-looking, more talented,
smarter little brother's coming to Loyola.
So get ready.
My mom was right.
I had to trust that there was a
bigger reason things were happening the way they
were.
And same for Jorge.
I mean, after all, he did make it
past 20, all the way to 30.
And he was just about to meet his
bigger reason.
Lunch menus, lunch menus.
Menu?
Yes, please.
All right.
Is this your first flight, sir?
Oh, no, it's like this every time.
Deep breaths.
I'm trying.
Trust me.
Sir?
Listen, is there anything I can do to
make takeoff a little easier for you?
You could hold my hand.
It would make it a lot easier for
me to breathe if you were holding my
hand.
I think this might actually help.
There you go.
How's that?
That was a small step in the right
direction.
Peanut?
Getting warmer.
Just please, just for takeoff.
So, do you have a name in case
I need to summon a medic or something?
Jorge.
Jorge.
Are you in Puerto Rico for business or
pleasure, Jorge?
It is business.
But it's quickly shifting to pleasure.
What kind of business?
Rum?
Well, my father wanted to make sure that
we could handle our liquor before we went
to college.
Okay.
Turns out that rum is actually my favourite.
Do you have a favourite brand?
Well, Bolivar, of course.
Okay.
Well, this is more than a coincidence.
Oh.
You work for Bolivar?
Bolivar.
Okay.
Well, you don't waste time, do you?
No, I don't have time to waste.
So, you made it.
I did.
You know, I really enjoyed talking to you.
Me, too.
I think I finally got the circulation back
in my fingers.
I'm so sorry about that.
In Miami for long?
Uh, just tonight.
Oh.
And how can I see you again?
Ah.
You just like that Bolivar is my favourite
drink.
Of course I do, but how can I
see you again?
All right.
Mr. Bolivar.
Let's see if that's just the rum talking.
The most important thing is that we do
not skip a beat.
What's her name?
It's the future Mrs. Jorge Bolivar.
What?
Boys.
Focus.
Let's get to work.
As always, readings for next week are listed
in the syllabus.
And a reminder that pop quizzes make up
30% of your grade.
Hint, hint.
30%.
See you next week.
Oh, excuse me.
My bad.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
That's my fault.
I, um, I didn't, uh...
That's my fault.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
All right, let's get settled.
Are you in this class also?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Yeah.
This...
Nope.
No.
Uh, I was.
Huh.
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go now.
Sorry for that.
I don't know.
The dude just smells.
It's the roommates, man.
Wait, have you asked him about it?
I'm worried.
He's one of those...
One of those hoarders who leaves half-eaten
chicken carcasses under his bed.
Gross.
Have you checked?
I'm scared to.
It smells so bad, though.
I'm gonna have to.
Anyway, pray for me.
Yeah, good luck, man.
See ya.
Hey, bro, you seem a little dazed.
First month of college again, dude?
I had a vision.
Huh?
A vision.
What's a vision, Chris?
It was the most beautiful girl that I've
ever seen.
I seriously...
In my entire life.
Yeah?
Yeah.
You are not usually one to get all
flustered about a girl, though.
I know, I know, but she's, like, angelic,
man.
It was, like, this vision, like, right in
front of me.
I gotta see her again.
I can't go to class.
I gotta see her.
I gotta see her.
I gotta see her again.
I have to see her.
Slow your roll.
There will be plenty of girls, Chris.
Not like this one, man.
Not like this one.
My brother was right.
I was only a freshman, and there would
be plenty of girls.
But she was...
right in front of me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I was lost in...
Ew.
Ew.
Holding a stack of flyers with a pointing
police officer on them...
Safety patrol.
Yeah.
What do you think?
Lame?
No, not...
not exactly lame.
But there's no ring to it.
What?
It depends what you're trying to say.
Are you trying to say, we, the safety
patroller, here to patrol you?
Or are you trying to say, like, oh,
what's up, guys?
I'm trying to have a good time.
Safety Buddy's here to get you home safely.
All right, okay.
I see your point.
It's a little too scary.
Just a tad.
But I need people to know how serious
this is.
No, absolutely, and I agree with you.
That's why I think maybe if you...
change it a little bit, you might actually
want to join or use the service.
Okay.
Fair point.
Thank you.
Uh, these are yours.
Yep.
And I'm...
I'm Chris Gregory.
Hi.
Chris Gregory.
Hi.
And thank you for your input.
Yeah, yeah.
See, aren't you glad you bumped into me?
Twice.
Twice.
Yes.
Yeah, twice.
Samantha.
Sam.
Just Sam.
Sam.
Just Sam.
Okay.
Cool.
Well, just Sam.
Today's your lucky day.
You just got your first Safety Buddy.
Really?
Yeah.
You want to join?
Definitely.
I mean, I can tell you're passionate and
you care about it, so...
What?
See, I can't drive.
You can't drive?
Don't have my licence.
Oh.
But I'm getting it.
Oh?
Yes, and you're going to help me.
I'm going to help you.
And until then, I'm going to be your
ride-along.
My what?
Yeah, you know, like your buddy on the
side.
Wee-oo, wee-oo, wee-oo.
Why do I have this feeling like I'm
getting conned into something?
Yes, you are.
Absolutely.
But it's going to work out for you
in the end.
Is it?
Yes.
And, um...
It's not really safe for the Safety Buddy
to be so pretty, right?
Well, okay then.
Okay, yeah.
Oh, what's that?
You got...
You need me in class?
Oh, what are you going to do?
I got to go.
Oh, yeah.
Maybe, uh, change it.
Yeah.
Oh, my goodness.
You're here.
I am.
Yeah.
On your way to...
Seattle.
Yeah, I was just hoping we could get
more time to talk.
Well, that would be nice.
I mean, I love my family, but it's
just they're perfectly content to stay in the
same small town, and I felt like I
needed to get out and see the world
a bit before, you know, I settled down.
Makes perfect sense to me.
I can't believe you're here.
You just showed up.
I did.
I just showed up.
I thought you would call or something.
Would you rather I called instead?
No.
No.
No.
I love that you...
I mean, caught me by surprise.
Can you ask me another question or something
so I can stop blushing like this?
Do you enjoy being a stewardess?
Uh, yes, I do.
It's given me a much-needed sense of
independence.
You feel free.
I love that.
Yeah, for the most part.
For the most part?
I mean, I wouldn't have been able to
see any of this if it wasn't for
my job.
You mean like Seattle?
Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to see...
I don't know about you, but I prefer
a little bit more sunshine.
Me too.
It's good to know.
What time is it?
Oh, my Lord.
I have to go.
Are you all right?
Are you sure?
Dust.
That's all.
That's all.
I'm okay.
All right.
Well, thank you for dropping by.
It's a pleasure.
Yeah.
I gotta fly.
Okay.
Literally.
All right.
Bye.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, wow.
How long were you standing there?
I saw like the whole entire dance.
All of it.
Yeah, I do this thing, this procrastination thing,
where I like have to clean everything before
I can actually sit down and study.
Cool.
Sounds like a cool thing.
Listen, if you want to stop by my
place when you're done here, that'd be great,
because I could really use your service.
Let me think about it.
No.
No?
Okay.
Hi.
Wow.
That is quite the outfit you got on.
Thanks.
Thank you.
I got this for you.
What?
It's your safety buddy shirt.
We're gonna wear it together like twins.
Yeah, look.
Pretty safe, huh?
Wow, you are such a nerd.
Yes.
Yes, I'm a massive nerd.
Oh.
Oh, I actually, I gotta get this.
Yeah, but call me on Saturday.
You got it.
Okay.
Bring that.
I'll bring it.
Okay.
All right.
Enjoy.
Hey, Brad.
Hey, yeah, um, I was just talking to
this freshman who's gonna help me with his
safety buddies.
Stood outside listening, Chris sighs, closes his eyes,
and rests his head against the wall.
Back in the past, a blue VW waggon
pulls up to a hotel in Hawaii, the
Pan Am Airlines logo on its side.
Her baby blue jacket slung over her shoulder.
Leslie climbs out and immediately spots Jorge.
Thought you said you liked the sunshine.
I did.
Yeah?
I do.
Wow.
Are you happy?
Happy, yes.
Oh, Jorge, I've only got a ten-hour
layover.
You better get going then.
I give you Hawaii.
Ah.
So what do you think?
Should we go in?
Huh?
All right.
Come on.
Is it cold?
I'm just a little sensitive.
Oh, it's fine.
Are you sure?
I'm a little bit sensitive.
Oh, my God!
It's not nice.
It's very not nice.
Ah!
Oh, my God, no!
Oh, my God, no!
You win.
You win.
You totally win.
More paradox.
It looks real.
It's real, huh?
Holding a crab up...
Ah!
No!
Ah!
Holding her hand, he leads them back to
the towels, Leslie wearing a purple one-piece
swimsuit.
Ah.
Huh.
Ha.
You're a fish.
Yeah, I love the ocean.
Yeah, I can tell.
You know a lot about me now.
Tell me some more about you.
More than that I love the ocean and
I find you incredibly beautiful?
Yes, more.
So I work with my family in the
rum business, as you know.
We were forced to leave our headquarters in
Cuba when I was in college.
And ever since then I've been heading the
Puerto Rican operation.
Do you like it?
Heading the Puerto Rican operation or working with
my family?
Both.
I like that I get to travel to
Puerto Rico.
In regards to working with my family, I
haven't known anything else.
But, you know, I wouldn't change that.
I love my family.
Family is everything to me.
And I'm very proud of the Bolivar legacy
that I'm a part of.
Family is very important to me, too.
Is it?
I want to have a huge family.
I want to have dozens and dozens of
babies.
Leslie, we just met.
You're talking about our babies, aren't you?
Ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha.
I've noticed that you cough a lot.
You did?
Yeah.
Well, I noticed it a few times.
I was helping you with it.
It's nothing, really.
I was just wondering if it had anything
to do with a scar on your back.
I'm sorry.
Was that too personal?
No, no.
You know, maybe it's just one of those
things I, you know, haven't known any other
way.
I don't talk about it much at all,
really.
Why not?
Maybe it's my cheese moment, I guess.
I don't want to show my weakness.
Especially with you.
Well, you don't have to worry about that.
I know.
I know.
Somehow you make me feel very much at
ease.
I hope I do.
Gazing at each other, they smile.
I can't believe this day's already over.
It's always a good surprise.
I don't want it to end.
Neither do I.
Listen, I don't know what's going on, but
I just feel so close to you already,
and after hearing everything that happened to you
as a child and everything that you've been
through, I don't want us to be apart.
What if something happens to you?
You know what you are?
What?
A peanut.
What?
The sweetest peanut I've ever laid my eyes
on.
A peanut?
Yeah, my peanut.
And you don't have to worry about me.
We have plenty of time together.
Do you promise?
I promise.
Sat at a sugar cane-constructed cabana bar,
they lean in for a kiss.
Hold on.
Before you leave, just one thing.
You guys?
Okay.
Today I may not have a thing at
all except for just a dream or two.
Yeah, well, you gotta admit, but I've got
lots of plans.
Or he had some strong charm.
And all my tomorrow I mean, so did
I.
I just, I just wish mine was as
classy and smooth.
Sorry, man, I'm not gonna make it to
this one tonight.
What do you mean you're not gonna make
it?
What are you doing instead?
I got this, um, safety buddies thing.
It's like, uh...
A what thing?
Safety buddies.
It's like I gotta drive people that, like,
they call us, and then we drive them
back home from wherever they are.
Um, Chris, you don't drive.
I don't.
Thank you for telling me.
It's about that girl, is it?
It's the e-girl, ma'am.
Seriously, I've never seen you like this.
She's special, man.
I can't, uh, All right.
Good luck.
Thank you.
All right, ma'am.
Cool.
Well, have fun.
I love you lots.
Okay?
Bye.
Hi.
Hey, hi.
How long have you been in the door
for?
Love you, ma'am.
Have fun.
Bye.
That's it?
Cool?
Great.
Great.
Um, I'm gonna let you know right now
that it's totally cool to love your brother,
so...
Oh, I know.
It's okay.
Don't worry.
I tell my brother that I love him
every day.
Well, that's good that you do that.
Good.
Yeah.
Good for you.
Um, you're wearing the shirt.
Looks great.
Looks fine.
Sick buddies.
I feel naked right now, so I'm gonna
get changed, because...
Oh, I'll go.
Cool.
I'll put mine on now.
Okay.
Hurry up.
Great.
Bye.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Why are you an idiot?
Is that outside?
For you.
Oh.
Ooh, I'm scared.
Why?
Because your iPod's like the window to your
soul?
Something like that.
Something like that.
Okay.
Let's see what we got here.
Oh, no.
Where are you going?
Celine, my heart will go on.
Yep.
Absolute classic.
Kelly Clarkson, because of you.
It's a sad one.
Yeah.
John Mayer.
Real dreamer.
He's handsome.
Yeah, he really is.
I get it.
He's a handsome fella.
Oh, Queen B.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Wow, look at those moves.
Strong, independent woman.
Mm-hmm.
Love it.
I don't know, Sam.
This is a pretty good playlist.
I like it.
Oh, why, thank you.
Oh.
What'd you find?
You!
Soulja Boy cranked that.
Well, of course.
Okay, 10 bucks says that you have danced
to this song in your room when nobody's
looking.
Oh, and tell me you haven't.
I absolutely have.
I got a lot of layers.
You gotta peel them back to find out
who I really am.
Oh, yeah.
I got a little bit of this, a
little bit of that.
What is that?
I have no idea at all.
Okay.
Okay.
Fairytale wedding.
Oh!
I forgot those out there.
I'm gonna take that back.
Okay, I've obviously trespassed onto some childhood dreams.
What?
You're telling me that you've never had childhood
dreams?
So, what does your boyfriend know about it?
My who?
I don't know, the guy you're on the
phone to before, what was his name?
Billy or Boris?
Brad?
Brad.
Bradley?
Bradley.
He's not my boyfriend.
Okay.
I mean, I don't know, I think that
we're dating.
You think?
Well, I mean, he's got a lot going
on right now, and I'm finishing my senior
year, so we're just keeping things casual.
Casual?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, are they your words or his words?
What do you mean?
You have a fairytale wedding playlist.
So?
What, you don't have sisters?
I don't know, maybe it's a girl thing
or a me thing?
I have a very healthy imagination, okay?
Yeah, healthy imagination, sure, but I'm just saying,
fairytale wedding playlist.
Boring Brad.
Do they really...
Hold up both hands, weighing the subjects, he
laces his fingers together, then lays on his
back, Sam joining him.
I'm just looking out for you.
They shoot each other furtive glances, and then
smile up to the sky.
Get a phone, get a phone, get a
phone, get a phone.
Hello, this is the safety buddies, how can
we get you home safely?
Uh-huh, sure, yeah, absolutely, we can be
there.
Okay, great, we'll see you there.
Bye.
Ah!
Let's go!
Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Okay, all right.
Oh, there you go, you're on the point.
Okay, okay.
Hold her hair, grab her hair, grab her
hair.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, look, look, we made it to the
curb, I'd say that's it.
Yeah.
Oh!
Yeah.
Okay.
Oh, you're so brave, get it out.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, you're so, so, so, so, so fine,
it's good, just, just let it out, let
it all out.
There you go.
I assume this is not casual Brad's idea
of a great date night.
Oh, no.
Let's get her some water.
Oh!
Safety buddies, how can we get home safely?
Uh, yeah, yep, we're not too far from
there.
We'll see you in a second.
This is totally legit, you guys, me doing
this.
My friends totally bailed on me, and it
would have been a major bummer to crutch
all the way home.
Yeah, that would have sucked, no problem.
So, big night studying, huh?
Okay, all right, nice.
You know what, let me, let me, let
me take, no, please, please, I got it,
I got it, I got it, trust me.
Okay.
He holds the young woman's suitcase.
No, yeah, just this way.
The car now full, they drive on, the
drunk girl leaning towards an open window.
I'm starving.
Ooh, I could totally demolish some nuggets right
now.
What?
What did you say?
Turn.
All right.
To the nuggs.
To the nuggs.
Let's go.
Under a large permanent awning at a fast
food place, Chris and Sam sit at their
own table, very near to their passengers, the
long-haired man giving her the radical sign
while the drunk girl holds up a nugget
before popping it into her mouth.
You love this, don't you?
What, watching people eat?
No, helping people.
I mean, your whole face lights up when
you do it.
It does?
Yeah, 100%.
Well, you seem to like it yourself, and
you've actually been a really big help.
I don't know, I'm just happy to be
a part, honestly.
So what was, like, the deciding factor for
you?
Like, what made you know that this was
what you wanted to do?
Uh, well, um, it's actually a personal type.
I'll preface it with this.
She's fine.
Thank God.
But, um, two years ago, my mom was
almost killed in a car accident.
She was driving to pick me and my
brother up from the airport when some guy
coming home from a late night crossed over
the centre divider and hit her head on.
And she went into a coma, and we
didn't know if she was gonna make it.
We were sitting there waiting, and it just
felt like forever.
And while I was praying for her to
wake up, I made a deal with the
big guy that if she was okay, then
I would do whatever I could to make
sure other people stayed safe.
And so, here we are.
Wow.
That's, uh, some pretty deep layers, Sam.
Hmm.
That is just beautiful.
You two are beautiful.
They laugh and smile at each other before
Sam quickly drops her gaze down to the
table, later designing a safety buddy's website.
A surfer dude was right.
It is beautiful when you find a cause
that you're passionate about.
That's good.
Over there.
I'm the safest lady.
Or that person that you're really into.
What?
What?
A racing number on his sleeveless top, Chris
runs over to Sam, who is stood at
a table with cups of water.
A person that lights you up and you
would travel anywhere for.
That person that helps make life so much
sweeter than it already is.
The one that makes the ordinary extraordinary.
And makes you do things you wouldn't normally
do.
And avoid some of the things that you're
supposed to do.
Lying on their backs, facing in opposite directions
but heads touching, Chris pretends to bite Sam.
Dad.
Three C's and a D.
You know, it's not actually what it looks
like.
Do you realise you're on the verge of
flunking out of your first term?
Flunking's a strong word.
Don't even get me started on your phone
bill.
You're...
You were young and in love once.
Right, Dad?
Chris, I'm just having fun, Dad.
Hey, I am serious.
So am I.
It's responsible fun.
Get your grades up.
Or no more support from us.
You hear me?
Yeah.
Loud and clear.
Perching his lips, Eric strides away.
Jorge enters the now-empty company meeting room.
Papa?
Papa?
You wanted to see me.
Sit.
Jorge.
What is going on with you?
Flying all over the place.
Who is this American girl?
You know her name.
I really don't think this is a good
idea.
You don't think she's worthy?
Of course not.
She's a gringa.
Is that it?
I never said that.
You don't approve.
Stop putting words in my mouth.
So she's an American.
So what?
I went to Stanford.
We live in Miami, for heaven's sake.
Jorge pours himself a glass of water.
Your health.
Does she know?
She knows.
Later, a gentle breeze blows through white curtains
in a room where shoes and clothing are
strewn on the floor and over a chair.
Eyes closed, Leslie is lying on her side.
Facing her, Jorge is leaning on his elbow,
looking at her.
She reaches a hand out, gently brushing his
face.
Hi.
Morning.
Nice to meet you.
I love you.
I love every ounce of you.
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
And I want to spend more time together.
I just wish we lived in the same
city.
I need a lot more time.
What?
What is it?
He pulls a ring out from behind her
ear.
Will you marry me?
Oh my goodness.
You mean my wife?
What about your father?
No, this is about us.
I love you.
I don't see my life without you.
So, please marry me.
I'll love you so much.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Now your parents and Sam are sat next
to each other on a sofa.
What do you think of this?
Dear Dad, I want to thank you and
Mom for giving me the chance to come
back and give it another shot.
I feel like I'm finally getting this college
thing right and I'm taking full advantage of
this opportunity.
Miss.
I'm so thankful for how patient you both
have been over the years.
And that I have parents who believe in
me even when I didn't believe in myself.
Thank you so much for all of this.
I love you, Chris.
This is code for the new girlfriend, isn't
it?
Probably.
Yeah.
You did good.
Okay, Jess Sam, it's the moment of truth.
Yep, it's a big moment.
You ready?
I'm kind of nervous.
Organ donor?
Yeah, why not?
I mean, I'm not going to need it
when I'm gone, right?
Yeah, I guess not.
Mr. Chris Gregory.
Desmond?
Yes.
One second.
One second.
I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
If I pass, you have to go on
a date with me.
What?
Just say yes.
Please.
Please.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Wow.
You really went all out, huh?
Yeah.
I don't know, I figure we have a
lot to celebrate.
My newfound freedom.
Mm-hmm.
Your almost graduation.
Yeah.
The fact that this is our first official
date.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Those celebrations do warrant the effort.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course they do.
So, what are you going to do with
your newfound liberation?
You know what, I think I'm...
I'm going to enjoy this date with you.
I mean in life.
Oh.
Like, you know, have you thought about it?
About what?
Life.
Oh, life.
You know, like future life.
Oh, no, absolutely not.
Seriously.
What?
Seriously, like, have you thought about it?
Oh, I just...
I like living in this moment here with
you.
I don't want to think ahead or behind,
you know?
Yeah.
I guess.
I do really like helping people.
I like seeing people happy.
It makes me happy, so maybe something along
the lines of that, you know?
It gives these good looks and charm to
save the world.
Wow.
My mom's starting to be a nurse.
She's like a really special person.
I don't really think that I've got what
it takes, you know, to help people.
I mean, I definitely can't save somebody's life.
Oh, no.
You've been a pretty amazing safety buddy.
Oh.
Mm-hmm.
Is that so?
Yeah.
Amazing.
Yeah.
I'm amazing.
Chris Gregory's amazing.
I mean, like, it comes very naturally to
you.
Oh.
Yes.
So I'm a natural.
I'm naturally amazing.
I'm naturally amazing.
You're just so annoying.
I'm not.
Thank you.
This is going better than I thought it
was going to go.
Oh, my gosh.
This is great for me.
Shut up.
You know, this is going so well that
I think you might have to meet my
family when they come for the Easter break.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Whew.
Ah!
There it is!
Ah!
What is...
What's happening?
Oh, my gosh.
Ah!
What is happening?
Ah.
Whew!
I miss my boys!
Oh, you mean you miss Chris and I
dominating John and Dad?
I wouldn't be too quick to say that
call.
All right.
I got an old man winkle.
Someone's going to get it.
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Oh!
Are you sure you can handle this?
I have a brother.
Oh, no.
I mean Chris.
It can be a handful.
I think I can handle it.
You?
Whew!
Yeah, what the hell, dude?
Look at him.
By the way, guys, uh, take a look
at this.
What is that?
Oh.
You want to see it?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Look.
Read it.
Well, it only took you three years.
Oh, thank you.
But his girlfriend was a big motivation.
I mean, and I, uh, even survived all
the lessons, so.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
I'm impressed.
Congratulations.
That's great.
How many times did it take?
Actually, only once.
Let's eat.
All right.
How many times did it take?
Yeah, how many times did it take to
get your lessons, guys?
Later saying goodbye.
Take care of yourself, okay?
Yeah, of course.
Always.
This is for you.
What is this?
What?
No.
Take it.
I don't need this.
I don't need your money.
Thanks, Mom.
Love you.
Love you, too.
Take care of your brother.
I'm trying.
Drive safely.
Go.
I love you.
Bye.
Bye.
Lovely.
Thank you.
Thanks for everything, Pop.
I love you.
Keep your grades up.
Yeah.
Hear that?
Have fun.
Yes.
Not too much fun.
Of course not.
Be good.
Bye.
I love you.
I love you more.
Love you.
Bye.
Oh, my gosh.
Wait.
Come back.
Go.
That was a very good day.
Chris breaks away from his brothers and Sam
and runs after his parents' SUV.
Smiling, he waves through the rear window, his
father Eric waving back.
Palm trees sway in the breeze over a
small outdoor wedding ceremony.
Jorge dressed in a cream linen jacket with
dark pants, while Leslie is in a cream
pantsuit.
I, Jorge Bolivar.
I, Leslie Folk.
Take you, Leslie Folk.
Take you, Jorge Bolivar.
To be my lawfully wedded wife.
To be my lawfully wedded husband.
For better or for worse.
For better or for worse.
In sickness and in health.
In sickness and in health.
As long as we both shall live.
As long as we both shall live.
The ocean and a small bay visible behind
them.
They kiss.
The sun is just coming up.
It's the sun that's rising.
Hand in hand, they walk up the aisle
smiling, then dance on a grass lawn in
a circle with a group of children before
hugging.
Someone's breathing out.
My wife.
My husband.
Cheers.
What a day.
It was bliss.
I'm sorry your parents weren't here.
No, don't be.
We don't need the drama.
Today was about us.
And our life together.
They'll fall in love with you just like
I did.
Do you promise?
I promise.
A little peanut.
Stood on a balcony, his hands resting gently
on either side of her face.
They kiss again.
Okay.
Okay.
You're doing great.
I think it's about time I start working
on those dozens of babies you've been talking
about.
How did I get to be this lucky,
huh?
Ralph.
He scoops her up in his arms and
carries her back inside to a large bed.
He tosses her down, Leslie flirtatiously kicking up
a leg.
He climbs into the bed.
Sat in a dorm common room.
Hey, so you're almost getting out of here,
Sam.
Yeah.
Got any plans after graduation?
Probably intern at this non-profit that I
like.
That's right, my girl is smart.
Any of that rub off on you?
Yes, actually.
I'm thinking about signing up for the local
fire department.
Yeah, you just want to play at the
siren.
Yeah, 100%.
Have you heard that thing?
And then hopefully some travelling at some point,
right?
Yeah, travelling would be real nice.
I can see a blue ocean.
Me and you, a yacht just like this.
I'm standing here and you're holding me across
my chest and there's all these tropical fish
and all this amazing...
Oh, ignore him, he does this way too
often.
Chris, dude, cut it out.
Yeah, Chris.
Chris.
Chris, the joke is over.
Why isn't he stopping?
Chris, what's happening?
Chris.
Hey.
Chris.
Chris, wake up.
Chris, stop kidding around.
Oh God, hey.
Go grab your car.
Go get your car.
Come on, big guy.
Stay with us.
Chris lies unconscious on a gurney.
Chris.
Fallen and Sam stand staring through the glass
panes of the now closed hospital doors, both
of their faces pinched with shock and worry.
Later in Chris's hospital room...
Doctor.
The MRI shows bleeding in the frontal lobe
of your son's brain.
There is no sign of trauma, so it's
possible he may have some type of aneurysm
or a bleeding arteriovenous malformation.
Sam is sat on the bed holding Chris's
hand.
Please.
Please don't leave me.
I love you so much.
Please come back to me.
She raises her hand to his lips and
kisses him.
As she looks down at his hand, he
wiggles a finger.
Chris.
Chris.
Hi.
John.
Chris.
You guys.
Hi.
Hey, Chris.
You good?
I've never felt better, actually.
And that's saying something.
Yeah, he's better, all right.
We thought we lost you.
I had this dream that I was this
caterpillar trapped in a cocoon.
It was really, really dark inside.
I kept scratching the cocoon trying to get
out, but I couldn't get out.
It's like I was stuck.
It's like I couldn't move my body.
I was so scared.
I didn't think that I was gonna make
it out.
But then I heard your voice.
I started to see like a light, and
I started to see this way out.
I realised that I was more than I
ever thought I was.
That I was like this beautiful butterfly.
I could just fly.
There's a little dog named Toto there, too.
A wicked witch?
Yeah.
Yeah, there was.
And the witch was your wife.
Hey, your brother just got out of a
coma.
Don't beat him up.
Well, I'm just glad that you didn't fly
away.
Me, too.
Careful, careful.
Because there's actually something that I wanted to
ask you.
Later, the sun shines down on Sam, whose
hair is swept back, with a white veil
hanging down her back and an ornate silver
necklace around her neck.
A large bouquet of pale flowers clasped in
her hands, she walks down a grass aisle,
where a priest and a tux-wearing Chris
are waiting.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to
witness this man, Christopher, marry this woman, Sam,
in holy matrimony.
You look amazing.
You, too.
Chris.
Oh, um...
I, Chris, take you, Sam.
And I, Sam, take you, Chris, to be
my husband, to have and hold this day
forward.
As long as we both shall live.
By the power vested in me, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.
Chris, you may kiss your bride.
His parents, brothers and chef, smiling in the
front row, scrunching up his nose, Chris smiles
down at Sam before kissing her.
Now at their outdoor reception, Chris watches while
Sam cuts into their wedding cake.
Now dancing, they hold each other close, their
foreheads touching, then fork cake into each other's
mouths, photographer capturing all of the moment, including
a posed family photo in front of pink
-ribboned, adorned wedding seats.
Just like that, the future life Sam talked
about began to come into focus.
Their first dance complete, they give a cheeky
bow to each other, huge grins on their
mouths.
Later, they run along a white sand beach,
Chris in long swimming trunks and Sam in
a bikini.
He picks her up and twirls around in
the water.
Later, they walk along the beach and then
kiss.
It wasn't all that different from the life
that Jorge and Leslie were living years before,
moving together by similarity, separated by time.
Leslie and Jorge walk arm-in-arm along
the same white sand beach.
As the front door swings open, Chris scoops
Sam up into his arms.
Straight away.
Home sweet home.
You got it?
Home sweet home, look at it.
Nice, huh?
Mm-hmm.
You like that?
I do.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
You know, there are a couple of empty
rooms to fill.
Carrying her into the empty kitchen, Chris sets
her down on a kitchen counter.
She peels off his shirt as they passionately
kiss.
Back in the past, inside a large house,
Jorge lies asleep in bed, while in an
adjacent room, Leslie is sat on her knees
next to an empty bassinet, a small silver
rattle in her hand.
Swatches of fabric in different colours lay on
a bed, and there is a dark wooden
rocking chair in a corner.
But there were some differences in how our
lives played out.
Painful differences.
Tears in her eyes, she lets the rattle
fall to the floor and rests her hand
on the edge of the empty bassinet.
Did you get the job?
Oh, I knew you would.
I'm so proud of you.
Thank you, thank you.
You like the shirt?
Yes, it's a nice shirt.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I figure we're gonna be making the
big bucks now, so we can make a
couple of changes around here, maybe starting with
a shower I can actually fit in.
Actually, I think the first thing we should
do is put some paint in that front
bedroom.
Okay, yeah, what colour?
Daddy.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
No.
Yes.
No, you're lying.
Yes.
Yes?
What?
Yes.
No, I can't.
A black and white image of
a foetus wiggles on a screen.
Sam lying on an exam table holding Chris's
hand, a sonographer passes a transducer probe over
her abdomen.
Is that it?
No, that's the umbilical cord.
Yeah, of course it is.
I received your results, and I reviewed them,
and I wish I could give you better
news, but given your medical history, we're not
very optimistic.
I'm sorry.
Okay, well, thank you for your time.
Outside, Leslie dressed in a knee-length burgundy
dress.
The couple sit on a park bench, Jorge
draping his tan jacket over the back.
Leslie swipes her hands up to her face
while Jorge sits with his arms tightly crossed.
You know, it's my fault.
You never should have married me.
You don't know that.
I can't give you what you want.
I can't give you what you deserve.
You know my loss.
Like you said, you wanted a big family.
With dozens and dozens.
Dozens of babies.
I failed you.
Listen to me.
You're my family.
You're all I ever wanted, and you're all
I need.
You're the best thing that ever happened to
me.
And I wouldn't change any of it.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Everyone, grab your bolster and find a comfortable
seat.
Now let's close our eyes, put our hands
on our bellies, and visualise the connection to
the life within.
He's getting worse, isn't he?
You want to make the most of every
moment.
To the aliento de vida.
The breath of life.
We're good.
We're going to take off.
Thank you guys for coming.
He's so perfect.
I love you so much.
Out on the yacht, children jump into a
crystal blue sea.
Okay, we should really go back to shore.
Mm-hmm.
No.
Listen, we want you feeling well, my love.
No, I don't want anybody worrying about me.
Teal!
Oh, Jorge!
No, check his oxygen.
Hey, I got you.
Uncle Jorge's going to be okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I, uh, have been in touch with the
Mayo Clinic.
I'm making arrangements for you to be screened
for a transplant.
A transplant?
Without new lungs, I don't see him lasting
another year, maybe not even another month.
To qualify for the procedure, you need to
be sick enough where you need it, which
you clearly do, but healthy enough to survive
the procedure.
Well, that's good.
That's so blessed.
Night, a rosary in hand, Leslie is sat
in her pyjamas on a large lead-paint
window's ledge, halfway down an ornate, curving stairway.
I thought you were sleeping.
Too many thoughts.
You shouldn't be in bed, my love.
I have something for you, peanut.
Happy birth...
Happy birthday.
No, it's not for another month.
Happy birth...
Peanut, in case.
She rests her head on his chest.
You did it, buddy.
A Christmas tree is in the corner.
It's a firetruck.
Thank you, Uncle Kyle and Uncle John.
Sat at a large dining room table, pen
in hand, Jorge stares down at some papers
titled, The Last Will and Testament of Jorge
Bolivar.
Hello?
Yes.
Dr. Keller?
Tonight?
Oh, yes, yes, I can arrange that.
All right, well, I'll call you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Oh, my Lord.
You're not going to believe this.
They have a donor for you.
Jorge, are you all right?
Because we need to get you to the
clinic as soon as possible.
I'm here.
I've lived a good life, haven't I?
What are you saying?
It doesn't make any sense to go to
someone younger.
Just please stop.
Someone more deserving.
I love my life.
I've been blessed.
I've had so...
I've had so much...
I've had you, my family.
Maybe we should go to the...
I don't know.
Whenever I have a family.
My darling, this is your chance to finally
breathe again.
And I am right here by your side.
But you will need to fight again.
And if you don't fight for yourself, I
need you to fight for me.
We can do this.
That's it.
That's it.
Okay.
All right.
Thank you.
So, Dr. Keller is on his way to
get the lungs.
You make it sound like he'll pass delivery
service.
This reminds me of the first time we
met.
I'd feel a lot better if you held
my hand.
Always a charmer.
It worked.
I got you.
You don't waste time, do you?
No, I don't have time to waste.
Having flown on a private jet, Leslie helps
Jorge through the large glass foyer of a
hospital.
Not your first rodeo.
No.
Hopefully my last.
The nurse finishes shaving Jorge's chest.
He looks over to Leslie, who nods and
then makes the sign of the cross on
herself.
Later, Leslie walks with Jorge as he's wheeled
along a walkway.
This is as far as we can go.
Jorge slips off his wedding ring and hands
it to Leslie.
This will be right here when you get
back.
Okay?
You be brave.
Okay?
Okay.
You be brave.
She brings a hand to her mouth as
he's wheeled away and then, overcome with emotion,
looks over a balcony.
Who are these people?
Families of people waiting for transplants.
I got nowhere to go.
No.
I hope it's not too hard.
Okay, someone's home.
Daddy.
You're looking at the new lieutenant.
Really?
Do you hear that?
Daddy!
That's amazing!
Thank you, thank you.
Wow!
Look at this.
This is art.
This is amazing.
It's not a firetruck.
It's not a firetruck, you're right.
I'm gonna go run this bath.
Okay.
I am so proud of you.
Thank you.
Are you excited?
This is nice.
Hey!
Hey, look at you!
Ah!
Come here.
Yeah, I love firetrucks too, huh?
Don't you dare say it.
Say it.
Say it.
Say it.
Yeah.
Firetruck.
Oh!
He puts his blonde-haired son down and
looks out at the room.
So, here's the thing.
That's not what really happened.
As he looks around, wedding pictures and belongings
slowly vanish from the walls and shelves.
It would have been nice.
It would have been more than nice.
Perfect wife.
Perfect family.
All I could ever want.
And more.
But it turns out life had something else
in store for me.
The living room now empty, save for a
scattering of leaves.
An open window billows thin white curtains.
Back unconscious on the gurney, Chris is wheeled
down a hospital corridor.
Sam and his brother Colin's eyes wide, their
expressions tense with worry.
They stand looking through the glass panes of
the now-closed door as Chris is wheeled
away, their images fading further and further back
into complete darkness.
They ran every test you can imagine on
me.
CT, MRI, blood, oxygen levels, the works.
And everything seemed to be fine, except for
one little thing.
Doctor.
The MRI shows bleeding in the frontal lobe
of your son's brain.
There is no sign of trauma, so it's
possible he may have some type of aneurysm
or a bleeding arteriovenous malformation.
English, please.
It's basically a leaking blood vessel.
So, what's next?
We're planning to drain some fluid and relieve
the pressure on his brain.
I don't understand.
He was perfectly healthy.
We just saw him last week.
About 2% of the population have this
kind of issue and never even know it.
Even if it leaks, it's not necessarily fatal.
Most of the time, it isn't.
What do you mean, most of the time?
He just looks like he's sleeping.
Well, no more in the morning.
In the meantime, you should all get some
rest.
There's a hotel down the street.
His jaw tight, Eric walks over to Chris
and rests his hand on his son's shoulder.
Chris, listen to me.
He's there.
I love you, son.
Now put your hand in God's hand, okay?
Put your hand in God's hand.
His eyes glistening, Eric gently strokes Chris' hair.
He leans down and kisses his forehead, his
mouth shut tight and jaw muscles tensing.
He looks up at Grace.
The next morning...
Good morning.
Good morning.
We should talk.
Dr. Porter leads Eric, Grace, Sam, and Colin
to a private room with a glass wall
facing a courtyard.
She takes a deep breath before speaking.
Christopher's condition has seriously deteriorated overnight.
I'm afraid there's no other way to say
this.
This is death.
We have to do one last test on
him to verify that he is brain dead.
Then we will take him off all of
the machines.
Now in different locations around the hospital, they
all weep.
I'm so sorry.
Until his brother John gets here.
Yes, of course.
We can wait until you are ready.
Eric and Grace embrace.
They all look up as John enters the
room.
He walks over to the bedside and hugs
his mom, who then shows him Chris' driver's
licence.
We can't actually allow for this.
They're gonna give parts of him away.
What, like a junked car?
I...
No, I'm not okay with this.
Mom, you can't agree to this, can you?
It's what he wanted.
Dropping the licence onto a table, John storms
out.
John punches a hole into a wall, then
crouches down on his knees before leaning back
onto his backside.
He drapes his arms around his knees and
drops his head.
Later, the room empty, he touches Chris' ankle.
Hey, big little brother.
Usually every time we're alone, you're the most
into talking.
I'm not used to this.
But your wife cracks jokes when I need
them, huh?
I know I give you a hard time.
Most of the time.
Work harder.
Study stronger.
What does it even matter now, huh?
I'm sorry.
For so many things.
You know it's...
You know it's because I love you.
Right, Chris?
I need you to hear me.
I love you.
And I'm proud.
Proud to be your big brother.
Bye, buddy.
John slowly leaves Chris' room and joins everyone
else in a room with Dr. Porter.
Mr. Gregory, there are planes flying all over
the country tonight because of your boy.
We have matches for all the abdominal and
thoracic organs.
Heart, lungs, liver, pancreas, kidneys, and eyes.
Your son is saving five lives.
Will we, uh...
Will we ever find out who they are?
Maybe someday.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll get a letter.
Maybe not.
Sometimes folks write.
Sometimes families meet.
It isn't easy.
But it can happen.
Only through the agency, though.
No names or addresses are shared.
Just general age, sex, and location.
But I wouldn't expect too much.
They've all been fighting their own battles.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Throughout the doctor's explanation, a montage of donor
recipients or their carers receiving phone calls is
shown, ending with a blind woman sat outside
on a blanket.
Leaving the hospital, the family and Sam are
greeted by a large group of people sat
on the grass, all holding candles.
As the crowd stand, the family and Sam
walk forward and step up on a row
of concrete blocks, separating the grass from a
paved walkway.
Thank you so much for being here.
My family and I appreciate your prayers for
Chris.
If there's anything you could do for us,
it's, um...
it's this.
Before you go to sleep tonight, please call
someone you love and tell them.
Call a friend...
or a relative you haven't talked to in
a while.
He looks down, unable to speak for a
moment.
And don't ask them about their grades or
their cell phone bill.
Just tell them...
how much you love them.
Thank you all for coming.
Thank you.
Eric and Grace hug, and then they, Sam
and the brothers, are greeted by the supporters.
Elsewhere, Jorge is lying in a hospital bed,
a nasal cannula delivering oxygen.
I'm alive.
I'm alive.
I'm...
I'm alive.
Who's in here waiting for me?
An angel.
That's all we know.
Oh, my God.
Leslie leaning in and holding his hand, Jorge's
eyes widen, and his face fills with wonder
as he takes in breaths.
Sometime later, rain gently falls in an evergreen
treeline cemetery.
A priest in a black cassock and a
purple sash stands near a wooden coffin.
The family and Sam wipe down seats by
the grave before sitting.
Other mourners stand with black umbrellas held overhead.
A lone bagpiper can be seen a few
feet away.
The souls of the righteous are in the
hand of God, and no torment shall touch
them.
In the eyes of the foolish, they seem
to have died, their departure thought to be
an affliction, and they're going from us to
be their destruction, but they are at peace.
For though in the sight of men they
were punished, their hope is full of immortality.
I will always love you.
Our view gently rotates directly up over it.
People start to slowly disperse.
Passing a flower stall outside of the hospital,
Jorge pulls a red rose out of a
bouquet.
The rose held behind his back, he pulls
open a glass door and walks over to
Leslie, who is stood talking to a silver
goatee doctor.
As walking slightly tentative, he presents the rose
to Leslie.
The nurses are calling him Superman.
No one can believe how well you're recovering.
I feel half my age, doctor.
Who was he?
I can't release that kind of information.
We need to know.
Please.
I will check with the organ agency and
see what they'll release, but I think we
should get you home first.
He walks over and hugs the doctor.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Eric and Grace are sat at their dining
room table, hands clasped on top.
An envelope is in front of Eric.
Grace's expression tense, Eric slips open the envelope
and puts on reading glasses before pulling out
a two-page letter with a few blanked
-out sections.
See, I'm written in, uh...
blacked out his name and his signature.
Read it.
To whoever I am in his family, I
understand I am the recipient of a gift
from a relative of yours that is beyond
repayment.
They both choke back tears.
I cannot imagine the grief caused by your
loss, and there are no words anyone can
say are right to extinguish that pain.
Nevertheless, you have shared with me the grandest
gift I will ever receive.
The gift of life.
The muscles in his jaw tensing, Eric reaches
his hand out and grasps Grace's, who wipes
tears away from under her chin.
Eric places his other hand on top of
hers.
Stood at a counter, Eric takes off his
glasses.
His eyes land on the letter, and he
freezes.
He picks it up, and a flashlight, shining
it on the back of a blanked-out
section.
He holds it closer to his face.
Grace, honey, come here.
What?
Um...
they gave Christopher a name.
What is it?
Gabriel, the archangel of new life and incarnation.
Our boy.
Their angel.
Gabriel.
Grace leans into Eric's chest, her hand resting
on his heart and eyes closed.
He wraps his arm around her.
Later, Jorge and Leslie are sat at a
long table on their yacht.
A letter on the table nearest to Jorge,
who looks over to Leslie.
She nods.
Leslie leans forward as Jorge opens the envelope
and begins to read the handwritten letter.
Gabriel was our 19-year-old son, Christopher.
He was in love with a girl named
Sam.
Their parents lost their son, and she lost
her love.
He was just a boy, you know?
He was just a boy.
Sometime later, a large black SUV pulls up
to a modern hotel building.
Eric parks the car behind a yellow taxi.
In the back seat, Sam unbuckles her seat
belt.
Eric looks over to Grace in the passenger
seat and takes her hand.
Sam looks at them for a moment and
then out of the window.
A sad expression on her face.
The three of them walk through glass automatic
opening doors and scan a large empty foyer.
Their eyes find Jorge and Leslie, who are
sat on a small sofa off to the
left.
The Boulevards stand and walk towards the Gregories
and Sam.
The family stop only a few feet away
from each other.
Wringing her hands, her face pinched, Sam hesitates
a moment before walking up to Jorge and
placing her head on his shoulder.
Jorge immediately raises his arm, placing it on
her back.
Chris is here.
He's with me.
Smiling and crying at the same time, Grace
hugs Jorge, who keeps his hand on Sam's
arm, gently stroking it up and down.
Eric hugs Leslie.
I'm going to take good care of it.
Thank you.
Grace and Leslie hug while Jorge and Eric
shake hands before they, too, pull each other
into a hug.
Seen from above, the family's chat.
A sweeping view of a crystal blue ocean
leading to the Boulevards' yacht at anchor near
a tropical island.
Go ahead, take my eyes.
They're no use to me now.
But just know that when they look at
some little children play, I'll be smiling with
them.
Take my heart so someone else can live
and love and with this gift, know that
my love remains in this world.
Take my lungs so someone else can sing.
And if you listen carefully, you'll hear that
I'm singing with them.
All sat on the yacht with the addition
of Colin.
They raised their glasses in a toast and
chat before all falling silent as a gentle
breeze blows around them.
I'm sorry I didn't have more hugs to
give and jokes to tell.
I did my best to make others smile.
And when I die, I won't be here.
I'll be everywhere.
Stood on the beach, Chris smiles out at
the yacht and slowly walks along the water's
edge before vanishing.
So that's my story.
It didn't happen the way any of us
would have expected.
But it was a miracle.
Beautiful, awesome, and fantastic.
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Trivias: uncategorized:
Jorge Bolívar in real life is Jorge Bacardi, heir to the world famous beverage brand. He and his wife Leslie helped to finance the film, but sadly Jorge died in September 2020, just before the film was released. uncategorized:
Sadly, the actor that plays Jorge Bolivar, Adan Canto, passed away in January 8, 2024 from appendix cancer at the age of 42.
Goofs: factual error:
Man seen using a SUP (Stand-Up Paddleboard) outside Jorge's Honolulu hotel balcony. revealing mistake:
Chris had previously previously been diagnosed as brain dead, when his mother picked up his hand from the hospital bed. She was waiting for the oldest son to arrive. Chris grasped his mother's hand when she picked up his hand then he let his fingers relax. He wouldn't have been able to do this if he was brain dead.
