Original subtitles

Why is love intensified by absence?

How does it feel?

Hmm. How does it feel?

♪ ♪

Normal. You know. Like nothing.

Like your attention wandered for a moment, and...

suddenly the book you're reading is gone, your coffee's gone,

the room is gone,

and you're ankle-deep in a ditch...

...or in the middle of a highway...

HENRY, 28: Oh, shit!

...or in a field full of cows.

And of course... ...you're naked.

Back in time, and naked.

♪

The bedsheets will go slack.

Or the shower will keep running, or the bacon will keep frying,

or you'll hear a coffee cup smash on the floor,

and you realize, he's gone.

CLARE, 34: It's happened again.

He's just a pile of clothes.

CLARE, 34: And then it starts.

The waiting.

Time travel. It's not a superpower.

It's a disability. It's what's wrong with me.

I can't keep hold of the current moment, I just...

slide off. I fall back in time.

When he's gone, I wait and I worry.

I wonder where he is, when he is.

If he's in danger.

Now, sometimes you ping straight back to where you were.

You know, to your book, to your coffee, and it's fine.

It's nothing. Five minutes, a nap.

Sometimes it's days, weeks, months, and you have to survive.

Now, three things I got good at. Running, fighting, and stealing.

You have to be good at those, when wherever you go,

you're naked.

♪

Fuck.

Well, that's a difficult question.

Seriously, you're asking me that?

When did we first meet?

First meet?

Define "first."

I married a time traveler. It's complicated.

♪ (“TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE” THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (“TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE” THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING) ♪

CLARE, 34: If you're not a time traveler, the past

is what you're stuck with.

If you're an artist, or think you might be,

the future is what you're gonna make.

Sometimes, you can see the future in a bowl of slop.

Other times...

- Clare? You okay? - You know what I need?

Dr. Felman, I need to go to the library.

- Okay. - The Newberry Library.

- What's there? - Porn.

CLARE, 34: Other times...

...other times, you remember that the future is just

what shows up when you're looking

for something else.

People think libraries are quiet places.

To me a library is a crowd.

If you're a time traveler, the past is alive.

It's still happening, still dangerous.

All those books on all those shelves

are like the bars on a cage,

and the beast inside is pacing.

For everybody else, the past is over.

For me, well, I'm still trying to survive it.

Are these yours? I found them in the stacks.

Uh... yeah, thanks.

Henry. I've been meaning to ask you.

Why do you leave piles of clothes all over the place?

- Doesn't everyone? - No.

It's complicated.

Okay. I'm listening.

- It's a long story. - Time isn't a problem for me.

Lucky you.

Henry.

Hey.

...the language of-- - Ah, excuse me.

You okay?

Yeah, no, I'm good. What's going down here?

Presentation on rare dictionaries.

Oh, God. I love dictionaries.

You know the best thing about a dictionary?

It's the only book with words in the right order.

Yeah, we're good here. Thanks, Henry.

The right order is very important.

You can trust me on that.

If you wait just one moment, perhaps Mr. DeTamble

- can help you. - CLARE, 20: Thank you.

- Ah, Isabelle? - Hmm?

There is a young woman in Presentation Two.

Could you maybe shake her awake when Tom's done boring her

and kind of mention my name with general overtones

of enthusiasm?

- The Kelmscott Press Chaucer. - What about it?

You know what it is?

Yeah. It's Chaucer. Illustrated.

Basically porn,

but you're allowed to read it on a train. Why?

That young lady would like to see the porn.

Okay.

Hi. Can I help you?

HENRY, 28: Uh, The Kelmscott Press Chaucer, right?

- Henry. - HENRY, 28: Oh...

hello.

- Sorry I-- I don't know-- - Clare.

Abshire.

Clare Abshire.

You okay?

I think so, yeah, why?

Uh, you've got a, kinda look on your face.

- What kind of a look? - HENRY, 28: Um...

Trying to think of a better word than concussion.

Sorry. I, uh...

I wasn't expecting to meet you today, um.

I mean definitely not in a library. Wh--

You're a librarian?

Well...

- Yeah. - A librarian.

Uh-huh.

CLARE, 20: And your name is DeTamble.

That's gonna take a bit of getting used to.

Sorry, I-- I don't really understand--

CLARE, 20: You have a birthmark?

Like a strawberry?

Like you stood on a strawberry, and squished it?

On your left foot?

Also, you've got a scar just below your hairline.

You can't see it right now, your hair is too long.

Actually, your hair is really long.

Is that on purpose?

You've never told me how you got the scar.

I've asked, but I don't think you like talking about it.

So, we've met then?

Yes.

Well, no. I've met you.

I saw that birthmark 14 years ago.

I've known you for 14 years, and now...

...you're standing there looking like you've never

- seen me before. - I haven't.

I know.

You're so young.

You're younger than I've ever seen you.

Okay, do you understand why I don't recognize you?

- Yes. - So, you know about my,

- uh, you know... - Problem. Yes.

- HENRY, 28: Who told you? - You told me.

Okay, we can't talk here, we should get a coffee.

- Or a drink. - Okay, a drink.

Dinner!

That escalated quickly.

Fourteen years.

- So, tonight? - Uh, yeah.

- Yeah, tonight. - HENRY, 28: Yeah.

Sorry, I'm not exactly sure how to--

No, me neither.

Usually I'm pretty good at reading women.

- Women? - Uh, people.

Both.

Okay.

Yeah, later.

Both.

♪ ♪

All right.

- Hi. - CLARE, 20: Hi.

You've never brought me flowers before.

- Do you think that's gonna work? - Work in what sense? I mean...

...what are we trying to achieve?

Is this a date? Are we on a date right now?

♪

What's that?

Dates, 152 of them.

A hundred and fifty-two.

Have you been in a fight?

Sure. How do you think I got the flowers?

Uh...

Who uh... who wrote this list?

Me. When I was a kid. You, uh, you dictated it to me.

- I did? - Mm-hmm.

So, I'd know when you'd be showing up.

Oh, you told me a few years ago that you memorized it

from the list that I'm giving you now,

which you dictated to me in the first place so,

I'm really not too sure how the information

even exists. It's just like some kind

- of Möbius list-- - Okay, just stop! Please.

Just slow down.

Sorry, it's, uh, it's confusing.

I've had longer to think about it.

So, has this never happened to you before?

Like meeting someone in the wrong order?

HENRY, 28: No.

CLARE, 20: Didn't he warn you about this kind of thing?

- Didn't who warn me? - The guy who trained you.

I know there was a guy who,

like taught you all the time-travel stuff.

Like all the rules, when you were little.

Another time traveler.

- Did I tell you who it was? - Not so far. No.

Right.

♪

So... ...getting this straight.

- Hmm. - HENRY, 28: In the future...

...in my future I'm gonna start

- showing up in your past. - Yes.

For 14 years.

One hundred and fifty-two times.

Uh, how old was I? Back then?

I mean, oldest I've seen you is like 40 something.

And youngest... maybe about 30.

- How old are you now? - Uh...

I'm 28.

You look so different.

It's like you've been all, tightened, you know.

Renovated.

- That must be kind of weird? - Hot.

- Hot? - Yeah, hot.

Somebody pimped my date.

Is that what we're doing here? We're on a date?

- Yes. - Like a date-date?

- Yes. - Oh, how am I doing?

- Astonishingly well. - Oh.

Well, I mean, about as well

as it's possible for a human being

to do, in fact.

Great.

No more questions?

Hmm, all of a sudden, I'm distracted.

Concentrate.

- Ask me something. - HENRY, 28: Okay.

Why you?

Why would I go see you so many times?

We're gonna have to come back to that one.

- But there is a reason? - There's a reason. Yeah.

Next question.

Okay, uh...

Any hobbies? Any favorite books?

Any unusual sexual proclivities I should be aware of?

One.

What's that?

I'm going to marry you.

I was gonna build up to that. But, uh...

there it is.

I'm your future wife.

- Who said it? - CLARE, 20: You do.

You told me.

You explained, you were visiting me

from a time in the future, when we're married.

I'm sorry, I-- I don't mean to, uh, spring it on you like that,

but, in the future, we're a married couple.

Congratulations.

- Seriously? Congratulations? - What--

- What am I supposed to say? - Ah, you don't think much of yourself, do you?

I don't know, I can't even begin to answer something like--

- "Congratulations" though? - There is literally no precedent

- for this conversation - That's for sure.

I'm sorry, it's just a lot to-- to process.

Take my hand when you say process.

- I've been married? - Yes.

- You're my... - Yes, I am.

- You're my wife? - Your future wife. Yes.

I met you four hours ago, we haven't even ordered yet.

I know. I know. I do. I mean I-- I get it.

I get it. It's like 14 years for me.

Just earlier today for you, it's-- it's a lot.

HENRY, 28: Yeah.

So, ask me questions.

Okay, well.

Seeing as we're gonna be married, and, uh,

no offence, I've only got your word for that.

Well, technically, I've only got your word for that,

but, if you think about it what does any couple ever have--

- Please, don't do that. - Do what?

Swallow, when I say the word "couple."

- Did I just swallow? - CLARE, 20: Yeah, audibly.

- The next table looked over. - Oh.

So, come on, questions.

How did we meet?

You mean, how was it for me?

♪ ♪

Hmm.

♪

♪

CLARE, 6: Mark.

Mark, is that you?

This is my place.

You're not supposed to come here.

HENRY, 36: Ow!

Hello, Clare.

- Who are you? - HENRY, 36: Well, it's Henry.

Henry?

HENRY, 36: Yeah, I'm just, uh, being sick.

Travelling makes me sick sometimes, you know that.

Who are you?

HENRY, 36: Uh, don't you know me yet, Clare?

Haven't we met yet?

- No. - HENRY, 36: Oh, well.

That's okay. That's okay. Uh, 'cause you're meeting me now

and you know I'm a friend, okay?

I promise you I'm a friend. My name's Henry.

I don't have any friends called Henry.

HENRY, 36: Well, you do now.

Hey, could you do me a favor and go and get me some clothes?

Why?

HENRY, 36: 'Cause I don't have any.

And I bet you are amazing at choosing clothes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's all this running around indoors?

Nell, you know what an imaginary friend is.

- True. - I found one in the woods

and I'm gonna dress him up 'cause he's naked.

- CLARE, 6: Hi. - Hi.

So, right there.

Yeah, just label it, Earth's axis.

Oh, okay.

Earth's axis.

HENRY, 36: Okay, I'm ready.

- CLARE, 6: That was quick. - I've had a lot of practice.

You're bleeding.

- Well, you threw a shoe at me. - I'm not saying sorry.

Why should you?

What's that mark?

HENRY, 36: Oh, that? That's just a birthmark.

Don't worry, it doesn't hurt.

It looks like you stood on a strawberry and squished it.

Someone else said that.

No.

- What's wrong? - Well, it wasn't someone else.

Have you seen dinosaurs?

I tickled a dinosaur's tummy once.

Twice actually, but it was in the Natural History Museum.

Real ones.

Well, I travel in time, but not that far back.

I tend to stay in the same time since I was born.

- Is that not dinosaurs? - No, Clare.

That is not dinosaurs.

Do you have kids in the future?

Uh...

No. I'm afraid not.

Do you have a wife?

- Yeah - Is she pretty?

- She's very pretty. - What's her name?

Well, funnily enough, her name's Clare.

- Like me. - Yeah. Like you.

Was it love at first sight?

- God, I hope not. - Do you kiss her?

- Uh... ...yeah. - Why?

Because it's nice, and because I love her.

Why do you like kissing people?

Why do you like brushing your horse's hair?

It's not brushing, I'm grooming her.

Okay, moving on. Uh, Clare,

in a little while, I'm gonna disappear.

- Can I watch? - Yeah, you can.

But I'd like you to do me a little favor.

See when I go, I'm gonna leave my clothes behind.

But I'd like you to take them, and put them somewhere safe.

Maybe, um, under this rock.

And if you could put them in a box for me,

- they'll be nice and dry. - Are you coming back?

Yeah, I'll be back lots of times.

Some of those times have already happened for me,

you'll see me looking younger. Maybe older.

Can't you bring your own clothes?

I can't bring anything. Those are the rules.

Why are there rules?

- I don't know. - Who told you the rules?

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?

- You said I could. - Well,

the very first time it happened to me,

- there was, uh, a man. - Who?

Another...

another time traveler, but, it's a very long story, Clare.

Good.

I like stories.

Come on, Henry. It's closing in a minute.

And Chicago's...

Come on, you two. Let's go.

We will be closing shortly.

Please make your way toward the exit at this time.

- Ah! - RICHARD, 36: Let's go.

What do you think, Henry? First museum, you like it?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, he loved it.

- Didn't you, Henry? - Mm-hmm.

HENRY, 7: Yeah.

...toward the exit at this time.

♪ ♪

- Can we go back? - Of course, we can.

- Tonight? - Soon.

Sleep tight.

HENRY, 28: Hey, kid! Henry.

Put this on.

You've time traveled back, about three hours.

There's a trash can in front of you.

Now, I say that because in a minute,

you're gonna be sick.

How did you know I'd be sick?

'Cause I'm a time traveler, too.

I've had a lot of practice.

Thought you might look a bit more surprised.

- About what? - Suddenly showing up here.

It's my first museum.

I thought I might have a dream about it.

Sorry, Henry, no. This isn't a dream.

- Do you work here? - No, I don't work here.

I stole these clothes like I stole you that t-shirt.

See, I time travel, too.

You came back about three hours. I came back, uh...

- Remind me, what year is this? - 1987.

Yeah, 21 years.

Are there lots of time travelers?

Hey, big guy. Hey, how you doing up there?

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

He's not really ticklish, is he? You wanna try?

Come on.

Whoop!

No sense of humor. No wonder they all died out.

When do I meet the other ones? The other time travelers.

You're hungry now, right?

Time travel always makes you hungry. Come on.

HENRY, 28: Okay.

Eat up.

In a minute you're gonna feel a little sick again

and then you're gonna snap right back home.

That's how it works.

HENRY, 7: Okay.

So.

Today's the day, I'm gonna start teaching you.

I must be feeling very grown up.

How do I get back home?

It'll just happen.

Sometimes you don't go straight back.

You go to another time first.

Once I went to three different times

in a row, but mostly you ping straight back home.

- Can I go to the future, too? - Yeah.

Sometimes. Not so often, but it happens.

What do we do?

What do you mean, "What do we do?"

We're time travelers. Do we solve crimes?

Uh, no, Henry, sorry.

We don't solve crimes, we... ...commit them.

We run, we steal, we fight.

Wherever we show up in time, we're naked...

...and we're sick. We don't get a choice.

Are we the bad guys?

Survivors are always the bad guys.

That's why it's my job,

to teach you how to be the baddest guy out there.

So, I'm gonna see you again?

Yeah, lots of times.

- Do you promise? - Yeah, I promise.

In fact, when I was your age, exactly your age,

there was a guy who came back in time and he trained me.

So now, it's my turn to train you.

So, there's lots of us?

Yeah.

There's lots of us time travelers.

Good.

How does that all sound, Henry? Me training you.

Scary.

Well, the world's a scary place.

So, you know what you gotta be? You gotta be scarier.

Yeah, suddenly I'm not sure. I think that...

I am having a very grown-up day. What is up with that?

It's okay.

You're going home. Next time.

Okay.

HENRY, 28: Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Carry on. Don't mind me.

What the fuck are you doing?

Now, just-- just give me a moment, okay?

What the fuck?

Yeah. Could you give me the date and the time, please?

- What are you saying? - Uh, just the date

and the fucking time, that's all I need.

Oh, shit. This is gonna be a big one--

- Uh... June 26. - Thank you.

Yeah, it's 8:15 p.m.

Shut up talking to him. He's naked!

2008?

Huh, okay, okay. That's uh...

I've been gone two hours, my clothes won't still be here.

Your clothes?

I'm gonna need yours.

- You're gonna need what? - This is gonna hurt.

You, not me.

Oh, my God!

Ah!

- What's your name? - Donna.

HENRY, 28: Uh, Donna.

What's gonna happen now is I'm gonna take

your boyfriend's clothes and just go.

If you like, you can put him in the recovery position

and call the cops.

Give them my description by all means,

but I'm naked, you'll find details surprisingly difficult

to remember.

Did he give you those flowers?

- Yeah. - Oh, that's nice.

He doesn't seem like the type.

Seeing as he's kind of an asshole

and this is a shitty date anyway.

Mind if I take them? I'm late for someone.

- Hi. - CLARE, 20: Hi.

You've never brought me flowers before.

- Do you think that's gonna work? - No, I just think

that your apartment might be a bit nicer.

- Well, what's wrong with yours? - Well, I live in it.

I live really badly in it, it's like a farm for one human.

You know it's funny, I've known you almost

all my life and you're not what I was expecting.

Am I a disappointment?

No, no. Oh, you're just uh-- Well, you're different.

Well, different good or bad?

Just different.

Oh, no. It's got a lot worse.

You are gonna have to count to a million.

Eighty-five, 86, 87...

...88, 89, 90, hurry up.

- Keep counting. - Jesus! Fourteen years.

Count, come on. Count, count, count.

Ninety, 91,

92, 93...

...94, 95, 96,

97, 98.

- You still there? - Yeah, one more minute.

- Count, come on. - Ninety-- I mean where? What?

Ninety-seven, 98,

- 99, 100. - Shit.

CLARE, 20: One hundred and one, 102, 103,

104, 105,

106, 107...

CLARE, 20: ...108, 109, 110.

This is not the apartment of a grown-up.

Oh, that's not fair.

This is the most grown-up I've ever been.

Always been me who makes that move.

Yeah, it never will be again.

Wait, is that what I think it is?

Oh, yeah. That's one of my baby teeth.

- Wait, you kept your baby teeth? - No, it just appeared.

It'll go in a minute. Back under my pillow

from when I was a kid.

All of me time travels. Even my nail clippings.

- Hmm, that's gross. - You know what's even grosser?

The haircut that follows you home.

- Is that why you keep it long? - Well, I like it long.

And, uh, sometimes...

I should probably warn you about this,

sometimes there's blood.

Just, like, a pool of blood. Which means somewhere out there,

in another time, I've been hurt, or,

you know, maybe I got a nosebleed--

I know.

- Wait, you know. How? - I, uh, one time, I--

- I assumed-- - Uh, no. Stop, stop, stop.

If it's something I'm not supposed to know yet, it's...

probably best I don't.

That's what you said the last time.

Good old me.

Why aren't you permanently terrified?

There's always gonna be days that you bleed, right?

That's true for everyone, not just me.

All you can do is be happy it's not today.

- Henry. - Yeah.

It's not today.

Wow, she's forceful, isn't she?

Mm-hmm. Well, I decided we need a change of mood.

Yeah. Do you always get what you want?

Oh, always, I mean, I am horrible.

It's okay, you're horrible, too.

- I'm horrible? - Yeah.

You have been a perfect gentleman for 14 years.

- Are you sure that was me? - Yeah, homework,

board games, heart-to-hearts, French verbs, and checkers.

You have been unbearable company

throughout a very horny adolescence.

Well, you know, you were a kid.

Haven't I grown?

I'm not the only one.

- You think? - Yeah.

I'd say, tall enough to do the scary rides

at Disney without a parent.

Oh, Henry! You're so young!

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Okay. It's over there.

I fully understand if you put the lights on.

- Hmm, why? - CLARE, 20: Hmm.

- I'm naked. - Oh, yeah.

Good tip. Thanks.

For the record, Henry. For future reference,

the bottom drawer was the very first one I looked in.

Uh--

I'm not going to ask her name, I don't need to know.

- Okay. - CLARE, 20: That's your business.

HENRY, 28: Uh, it's not like you asked if I was seeing anyone.

Uh, yeah. But you are allowed to mention the fact.

Preferably somewhere between the restaurant and the mattress.

I didn't wanna do that for a very good reason.

- CLARE, 20: Oh, which was? - I really wanted to have

- sex with you. - Oh! What, are you joking now?

- You trying to be funny? - Bit funny, bit flattering.

Flattering? Jesus!

- HENRY, 28: Ingrid. - What?

Her name is Ingrid and she's my girlfriend.

Well, bad luck, Ingrid, 'cause I'm here now.

Jesus Christ, do you know how you sound?

How I sound? How I sound?

I've never seen you before in my life,

and now you're telling me you're my wife.

Doesn't that sound a tiny bit scary mad to you?

Well, if I'm a scary mad person, why did you have sex with me?

Well, to be honest I'd never need that good a reason.

Fuck you!

So, you're happy to fuck crazy women?

Well, it would seriously limit my options if I wasn't.

- Wouldn't it! - Fuck you!

None of which means I don't wanna see you again.

- When will I see you again? - Soon. Six days.

September 29th. Now, don't worry.

I always get like this when I'm about to disappear.

But you'll get used to it. You'll see it lots of times.

Bring a notebook next time, I'll give you a list of dates--

Fuck.

- CLARE, 20: Fuck you! - HENRY, 36: Ah! Jesus Christ...

CLARE, 20: So, you're happy to fuck crazy women?

HENRY, 28: Well, it would seriously limit my options if I wasn't.

CLARE, 20: Fuck you!

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Fucking men.

Fucking asshole.

- HENRY, 28: Clare! - Clare!

Asshole.

Asshole.

Asshole.

♪

♪ Shock me Like an electric eel ♪

Baby girl ♪

♪ Turn me on With your electric feel ♪

Here you go.

Thank you.

- Hey. - No.

All along the Eastern shore ♪

Put your circuits in the sea ♪

♪ This is what The world is for ♪

Making electricity ♪

♪ You can feel it In your mind ♪

No.

HENRY, 36: Well, I didn't mean any of those things I said.

Yeah, you did.

HENRY, 36: So, I ran all the way here

to tell you that, but then, uh...

being stupid, I just stood outside and watched you

at the window for about ten minutes.

Ten minutes? I only just sat down.

♪ ("SHAPE OF MY HEART" BY STING PLAYING) ♪

Hi.

♪ He deals the cards As a meditation ♪

How are those French verbs coming?

♪ And those he plays Never suspect ♪

- I've missed you. - Well, you just slept with me.

- No. No, I didn't. - Hey, come on.

You just got yourself a new young man.

What kind of guy do you think I am?

As it turns out, an asshole.

Was that the big secret, you were keeping from me

all these years? You're a secret asshole?

It's kind of every man's secret.

- Was that me? - Oh.

Yeah. The first time you threw a shoe at me.

CLARE, 20: I'm still not sorry.

I grew up waiting for you. Longing for you.

- I know. - No, you don't.

I formed myself around you. The idea of you.

And you're an asshole.

♪ Money for this art ♪

-♪ That's not the shape... ♪ - Well here's the thing.

The man you formed yourself around,

shock twist, formed himself around you.

- That's fucked up. - Yep. So fucked up,

it has a name. Marriage.

♪ He may lay The queen of spades ♪

Two people trying to be the person the other one

already thinks they are. Love, basically.

You didn't hear what he just said.

Clare, I said what he just said. You wanna know why I said it?

Because time travel is awful. It is shit scary.

It is waiting for the next storm to hit.

Wondering if this time it's gonna kill you.

That boy out there. Time travel has never

done one nice thing for him.

♪ And find out to their cost ♪

Until today.

Today he gets the winning lottery ticket.

- So, why is he being such-- - You know, what's even worse,

than being terrified all the time?

The future.

The future is the scariest thing in the world.

Because suddenly, you are all in.

No choice. -♪ Swords of a soldier... ♪

Anyone can stand any kind of torture, except hope.

Why didn't he just say all that?

He did.

It just took me a while.

♪ That's not the shape Of my heart ♪

♪ That's not the shape Of my heart ♪

That's a shit jacket.

Well...

Muggers can't be choosers.

And now you're off home.

In a minute, yeah.

- To older me? - To my wife.

- Bitch. - HENRY, 36: Sorry?

Older me gets you. And I get younger you,

who's a dick. It's not fair.

No, he's not a dick. And you know that.

He's not you.

Seriously, how does he get to be you?

What happens to him? Does he--

Does he get hit by a fucking meteorite?

Yeah, going by the name of Clare.

That a compliment?

I just called you a meteorite. Take it any way you like.

Hey. Look on the bright side. He is way hotter than me.

- No, he's not. - Sure, he is.

It's okay. I don't mind. In fact, I agree with you.

I've fucked him, too.

I'll have a whiskey and soda.

- Henry. - Henry.

- How's Ingrid? - Good.

Might go see her tonight, since this isn't working out.

I thought it was working out pretty well already.

Mind your own business.

Hey!

- Not that I'd ever offer advice. - God forbid.

HENRY, 36: But a boring old man told me something

a very long time ago.

He said you have two things to do with your time on this Earth.

One, find the love of your life. Two, die as slowly as possible.

You did part one tonight. Part two starts now.

Play time is over.

Do you ever get bored of hearing yourself talk?

I don't know. You tell me.

No more time to waste, junior.

You've seen the blood, you know something's coming.

Yeah. But not today.

Oh. Time for you to fuck off then.

Get a haircut.

When were you?

I'm sorry I threw my shoe at you.

- Well, it's about time. - Hmm.

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Hello.

Henry?

CLARE, 34: Long ago, men went to sea

and women waited for them.

Standing on the edge of the water,

scanning the horizon for the tiny ship.

Now, I wait for Henry.

Not today. Not today.

I hate to be where she is not.

And yet I'm always going and she can't follow.

Why does he always go where I cannot follow?

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