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It's currently 74 degrees and sunny.

It'll be hot and humid today,
with showers developing

and chance of a thunderstorm.

Yep, I need to go. I'm running late.

Are you really
going to this wedding alone?

Yeah, Mom. It's just me.

-Honey?
-What? I'm just asking him.

Are you okay, sweetheart?

Mom, I'm more than okay.

I'm fantastic. Never been happier.

Love traveling alone. Love being alone.

David. Be open.

I'd kick myself if
I never told my son that.

Be open. Life is better when you're open.

A hundred percent, Dad.

And visit more.

-Okay, will do. Love you guys.
-Love you.

-Gotta go. Bye, bye, bye.
-I love you, boy. Bye-bye.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Can I help you?

-Yeah, I--
-Name?

David Longley. I rented a car.

Hold the fuck on a moment, please.

Now, okay, David.
When I buzz, open the door.

But listen here,
because this is important.

You gotta open it
a half beat after I start buzzing.

If you try to open it a quarter beat
before the half beat

or a quarter beat after,
the door won't open

and we'll just have to repeat the process,
over and over and over again

until you finally get it.

Okay.

David, I guess what
I'm trying to say is...

...doors are tricky.

Sure.

Sure, yeah, yeah. Doors are tricky.

Agreed.

Damn it, sor-- I didn't--

Try again.

Rushed it. Try again.

Fuck yeah, David!

Hello?

Hello, David.

Longer walk than you thought, right?

Yeah.

Okay. I'll see you when you get up here.

Stop right there on the mark.

Slate your name for the camera.

Sorry, "slate?"

It just means, "Say your name."

David Longley.

Your car will be a 1994 Saturn SL.

A Saturn?
Thought they were out of business.

Not here.

-Those the only cars you have?
-They're the only fucking ones we need.

What are you doing with that photo there?

-Your headshot?
-Yeah.

Is this a problem?

Yeah.

Why?

Because I don't ever remember
taking that picture.

-And?
-And?

-And?
-And?

-And?
-And...

...I'm not an actor.

Could you say that one more time, please?

Could I say what one more time?

What you just said.

I'm not an actor?

That's it. Yeah.

Go ahead.

I'm not an actor.

I think all of us
tend to act a lot, David.

I think we perform
more than we think we do.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

There are moments of real honest
to goodness truth in performance, right?

Sure.

I mean... maybe.

In fact, sometimes we have
to perform to get to the truth.

It's a more painful route,
but sometimes, pain is good.

I love that. You should say that
more often when I say the thing I say.

I will. From now on.

Thank you for taking my note.

Now, do you want the GPS, David?

No, I'll just hook up
my phone using a USB.

There are no USBs in these cars.

There's no USB
in a Saturn SL fucking 1994.

Of course. Well, I'll just listen
to the GPS on my phone.

But what if your phone craps out on you?

I don't think my phone will crap out.

But it might, David. What if it does?

People's phones crap out.
They crap out on them all the time.

Well, my phone's never crapped out on me.

But what if it does, David?

Won't you remember
this exact conversation?

And won't you think,
"Fuck me. Fuck me so very very hard"?

I'm sorry. What is this place?

This is The Car Rental Agency.

Do you want the GPS?

You want the GPS, David?

Sure.

Fuck yeah!

...singular sensation

Every little step she takes

One thrilling combination

Every move that she makes

Remain on interstate for 249 miles.

The forecast for your wedding trip
is sunny skies with non-stop rain.

Fun fact, in Hawaii, they call this...

-Liquid sunshine.
-...liquid sunshine.

You have arrived at your destination.

You have arrived at your destination.

Thanks.

Thank you so much for coming all this way.

You joking?
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

-Beautiful ceremony.
-Thank you.

This is Sarah.

You guys live in the same city.

-Oh, yeah.
-Oh.

Hi. David.

Hi.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

Where do you live?

Downtown.

-You?
-North side.

-Do you like it?
-Like what?

Living downtown.

Yeah.

Well, it's our wedding
so we're gonna leave.

You two have a good night, okay? Have fun.

Do you want a drink?

No.

No, I'm good.

Very well.

Thanks.

Hi, I'm David from the North side.

Oh, God.

-Stop.
-Stop what?

Just stop...

trying to be charming.

Why are you afraid of me?

-You think I'm afraid of you?
-Yeah.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm afraid of hurting you.

-Of hurting me?
-Yeah.

No matter how this plays out,
it probably ends in me hurting you.

What if I hurt you?

I won't let you.

I see. You're tough.

I am.

And I'm not.

Okay.

Aren't you tough sometimes?

Yeah, sure.

And then other times
you're just kind of...

...mush.

-Mush?
-Yeah.

No?

Maybe it depends on
the person you're with.

I don't know.

So, I bring out the tough side in you.

All the good ones do.

Do you believe in marriage?

You seem smarter than that question.

Well, humour me for a second.

-Okay.
-Go on.

I believe I shouldn't get married.

Fair.

What about you?

When I was a kid, six or seven,
they made us do a picture in school,

of what we thought
the future would look like.

And I drew a picture of me
with a bowtie and a top hat.

Three kids.

It's the truth.

That's all I wanted.

Was to be a dad and be married.

Swear to God.

You wanna marry me?

-Didn't you just say that you don't--
-Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

Will you marry me?

Oh, man, you have destroyed
some men, haven't you?

Yeah.

And men have destroyed me.

And I'm guessing
since you're still single,

you've probably done
some destroying of your own.

Especially with that accent.

Is it real?

Is what real?

Your accent.

You think I'd fake an accent?

At a wedding? Yeah, maybe.

Came over when I was 13.
Mother American, Father Irish.

Mom was homesick.

What about you?

Parents? Siblings?

I'm gonna go dance.

All right. Enjoy.

Okay.

-You coming?
-I don't dance.

I wish you would.

Hey.

I don't dance?

I don't dance.

Oh, for fuck sake.

Remain on interstate for 237 miles.

237 long, arduous miles.

David?

David?

Yes?

Do you want to go on
a big, bold, beautiful journey?

Sorry, are we talking to each other now?

David, I'm asking you a question.

Do you want to go on
a big, bold, beautiful journey?

Yes.

What's that, David?

Yes, yes, I do.

What do you want to do, David?

I wanna go on
a big, bold, beautiful journey.

Say it again, David. Like you mean it.

I want to go on
a big, bold, beautiful journey.

One more time, David.

With a kind of passion
that suggests that before you die,

you need to experience
what it feels like to be big.

Bigger than Earth itself.

No more of this,
"We're all specks of dust" bullshit!

Do you want to go on
a big, bold, beautiful journey, David?

Great, David.
Take the next exit at Kiki's Travel Plaza

and eat a fast food cheeseburger.

Hi, David from the North side.

Hey, Downtown Sarah.

What are you doing here?

I'm having a cheeseburger.

When was the last time
you had a fast food cheeseburger?

Why you call it a fast food cheeseburger?

Isn't that what it is?

Well, yeah, but I mean, technically,
it's a Whopper with cheese.

Okay. When did you last
have a Whopper with cheese?

I don't know, actually.

About 20 or 25 years ago.

Snob.

When was the last time you
had a fast food cheeseburger?

I eat 'em every day.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Oh, yeah?

Wow.

Hungry?

So...

So.

So, we live in the same city.

Correct.

Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Are you gonna...

...ask me out or something?

Would you like to be asked out?

I asked you to marry me last night.

Yeah, but that was bullshit.

Oh, was it?

Wasn't it?

I guess you'll never know now.

Oh, God. The pain of early regret.

Also known as dating.

So, we're not gonna date?

Wouldn't be worth the risk.

The risk?

The risk.

Pessimistic.

I'm glad we got that out of the way.

Yeah, thank God.

Want an onion ring?

Please.

Delicious.

This is the only ring
I'll be getting from you.

All right, well...

Yeah, nice knowing you.

Nice arguing with you.

Did you get the GPS?

Yeah. Because...

-...sometimes your phone craps out on you.
-Sometimes your phone craps out on you.

Okay.

Yeah.

Well, enjoy your journey.

You too.

Bye, Sarah.

Bye, David.

-Hey, Sarah?
-Yeah.

What I was saying--

I do dance.

You have arrived at your destination.

I'm ready for my journey.

Pick up Sarah.

My car won't start.

Welcome to your journey, Sarah and David.

You have any clue where we're headed?

None whatsoever.

You have arrived at your first stop.

Should we be trusting the GPS?

I have nothing to lose.

Me neither.

What is that?

Excuse me.

Very bizarre.

What's around there?

Dead bodies!

Shut up.

We have to go through it.

Why?

We just do.

What do you think's behind there?

More of this.

You think?

I don't know. Come on.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit. I know this place.

Are you gonna tell me what's going on?

We're visiting a preserved lighthouse
from the 19th century.

Where?

Canada.

Canada, okay.

Came here a few years back.

On a little trip of my own.

Are you some kind of weird
lighthouse freak?

-Now that you say it, I wish I was.
-Is that-- That's your thing?

This is unbelievable.

Why were you here by yourself?

I travel alone all the time.

Me too.

It's funny how the most beautiful places
make you feel the most alone, you know?

No matter where you go,
you always end up going

to the top of something
and looking down at something.

Most places have a thing like that.
You know, you go to the top and you...

you look out, and you look down
and you're supposed to have an epiphany

about who you are
and about your life, and...

...where it's headed.

Well, do you know where it's headed?

No, Sarah, I do not.

Did you have an epiphany
the last time you were here?

No.

Felt nothing.

So, you didn't take this all in?

Not even close.

What about now?

-Did that really just happen?
-Apparently.

Red door in the middle of the woods?

Like, who put it there?

Next stop is in 79 miles.

Hey, what's this all about?

Proceed to the route.

I'm talking to you.

Proceed to the route.

Locked?

Yeah.

-Sarah!
-Vincent!

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Your flashlight.

Yes.

-Thanks.
-Enjoy.

See you on the way out, Vincent.

I'll be here.

Where are we?

We are at my favourite museum.

What are we doing here?

Probably gonna look at paintings.

Cool.

My mom's dead.

What painting is that?

That's very funny.

She died when I was 19, but growing up,

we would come here at least once a month.

Vincent would let us have the museum
all to ourselves during closing hours.

He loved my mom. Loved her.

And then when she died,
I started coming once a week.

Yeah, and then I just got busy.
That kind of thing.

Happens.

Well, my mom's alive.

Oh, great.

Yeah. Not dead.

That is so awesome for you.

Dad, on the other hand...

Dead?

No. Alive.

I think my dad's alive.

I wish he were dead.

Actually went on a road trip
with my dad once.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

We went to the Baseball
Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.

You like baseball?

What? No. He did.

Well, he does, I guess.

And I remember he brought this big bag
of unshelled sunflower seeds,

and I ate the whole bag and I got sick.

So, you didn't like baseball
and you got sick.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But...

It was actually a really great time.

We had a great time. He...

When I had his attention,
he was actually pretty great.

So tell me...

Why are you single?

-You really wanna know?
-Yeah.

It's because I cheat.

Even when I don't wanna cheat,
I'll end up cheating.

Even when the person I'm with is perfect,
I'll cheat.

Okay.

Makes me feel like one half of me
is always single

and doesn't have to give a shit
about anyone else but myself.

And so then that half cheats
and gets caught.

And then, all of me is single.

And that's what I'd rather be
in the first place.

Not the answer I expected.

And why are you single?

I suppose I haven't met the right one yet.

David, you've probably met the right one,
like, a hundred times already.

I wish that was true even once,
Sarah, but...

That's such a bullshit answer.

I gave you honest fucking truth.

And you're gonna give me,
"I haven't met the right one yet."

Just because you don't like the answer
doesn't mean it's a bullshit answer.

You've probably given the "I cheat" speech
a thousand times.

And I betcha anything
it makes guys want you even more.

Yeah? Any truth to that?

Sounded a little bit rehearsed.

Kind of like your
top of the lighthouse bullshit?

"The most beautiful places
make you feel the most alone."

That's a pretty good me, actually.
I'm flattered.

In point-five miles,
you will arrive at your destination.

-Oh, my God.
-Oh, shit.

Is that your high school?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Well, two reasons.

One, those could only be
high school doors.

And second reason?

I'll tell you later.

-No, wait, wait.
-What?

You know, I'm not sure.

What?

Well, I went here for four years.

I don't know who or what, when...

-You know?
-It's okay.

-High school.
-It's okay.

We'll find out.

Come on.

Oh, wow.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Jesus Christ!

Hi, David.

David! What are you doing?

-Mr. Nelson.
-You're late. Come on.

-No, no, no, you're dead.
-What?

You're dead. I was at your funeral.
It's four years from now.

I mean, look, maybe I was wrong,

but get your pancreas checked, will you?
And soon.

I don't know what kind of pre-show
routine you're doing here,

but there's no time.
Curtain's in half an hour.

-Half hour, everyone!
-Wait, Mr. Nelson, how old am I?

-Coming through.
-You're 15.

I'm 15.

-Cool. How old am I?
-Jesus.

I don't know, 40?

I'm gonna kill you today.
Forget four years from now.

Fucking 40?

Are you nervous for tonight?

Yeah.

-You're gonna kill them.
-Thank you.

Break a leg, all right?

Who's that?

Cheryl Hayward.

She plays Rosemary.

So, are you in this show?
You're in this musical?

Yeah. I play J. Pierrepont Finch.

You're J. Pierrepont Finch?

Yes.

What? That's amazing.

You did the show?

God, I wish. No.

Ex-musical groupie.

After her solo, I...

I tell her I love her.

Oh, wow. Okay.

She says, "I don't love you.
I love Clint Whitford."

And I'm... devastated.

Who's Clint Whitford?

This fucking asshole, prick,
college freshman.

He treats her like shit.

-Wow.
-That night...

I mean, tonight, I go home
and I don't even get out of my costume.

I go up to my playroom,

I plant myself face down on the couch,
and I cry.

You have a playroom?

I cry so hard.
Jesus, God, it feels like it ag--

Feels exactly like it felt that night.

-Okay, well...
-Except now I know it's worse.

No, because I know she's gonna
just destroy me all over again.

Okay, just don't...
don't tell her you love her.

No, but I have to.

Why? You just said that you know
that she's not going to say it back.

Maybe she will.

She won't.

-I have to.
-David?

Hair and make-up. Right now.

-Cool.
-Yeah.

Okay.

Break a leg.

Yes!

Amy Moore.

Eddy Bora?

Why are you saying my full name?

I don't know.

But you do it
with Jennifer Hodge tonight.

Do what?

Do it.

You must be so excited for David.

We're just so proud of him.
He's so talented.

He worked very hard.

Yeah. He went after it, he deserves it.

Yeah. And he's just a really special kid.

Just really and truly, just special.

And talented.

Yeah, and special.

Okay.

Enjoy the show.

Bye.

And now, How To Succeed
In Business Without Really Trying.

Dear Reader, this little book is designed
to tell you everything you need to know

about the science of getting ahead.

Now, let us assume you are young, healthy,
clear-eyed and eager

anxious to rise quickly and easily
to the top of the business world.

You can.

If you have education and intelligence
and ability, so much the better.

What the fuck are you doing?
Get out there.

My name is David Longley.

I'm 15 years old, and I'm the lead
in my high school musical.

Are you saying that to yourself
or you saying that to me?

Both.

You know the bit in Bourne Identity
where Jason Bourne realizes that

he can be an assassin without remembering
that he's actually an assassin?

What's Jason Bourne?

...lucky golden few. You can.

This is Jason Bourne.

How to apply for a job

How to advance from the mail room

How to sit down at a desk

How to dictate memorandums

How to develop executive style

How to commute in a three-button suit

With that weary executive smile

This book is all that I need

How to
How to succeed

Wow.

I'll be so happy to keep his dinner warm

While he goes onward and upward

Happy to keep his dinner warm

Till he comes wearily home from downtown

Cheryl.

-Cheryl.
-David.

-Before we go out there, listen to me.
-Just stop.

Cheryl, I love you.

David, I care about you, but Clint
and I are gonna try to make things work.

And I know he can be awful sometimes,
but I have to try.

How did you know what I was gonna say?

Cheryl? We need you on.

You two break up after six months.

Okay, maybe, but that doesn't
change the way I feel right now.

But not maybe!

Not maybe.

It doesn't work. It will not work.

J. Pierrepont Finch,
why are you looking at me that way?

J. Pierrepont Finch,
why are you looking at me that way?

He breaks your heart.

Clint. He breaks your heart.

He cheats with Amy Moore
during Easter break.

David, what are you doing?

Oh, boy.

You marry Tate Chandler.

And then you divorce Tate Chandler.

-Cheryl.
-Just stop chasing me, David.

I don't love you.

Well, would you look at that?

It's five o'clock.

Well, here it is, five p.m.

The finish of a long day's work

And there they are, both of them

The secretary and the clerk

Not very well acquainted

Not very much to say

But I can hear those
Two little minds ticking away

I should have understood.

Now, she's thinking

I'm so sorry, Cheryl.

Cheryl, I'm sorry.

Now, she's thinking

-Cheryl? Cheryl, are you okay?
-Cheryl?

Now, she's thinking

I wonder if we take the same bus

And he's thinking

There could be quite a thing between us

Now, she's thinking

He really is a dear

And he's thinking

But what of my career

And she says

Ah

And he says

Well, it's been a long day

Well, it's been a long
Been a long, been a long

Been a long day

Well, it's been a long
Been a long, been a long

Been a long day

-Again?
-Sure.

Well, it's been a long
Been a long, been a long

Been a long day

That was fucking... How'd you know?

What can I say?

A good, musical groupie
always knows the songs.

Thanks for the save.

You're welcome.

It's actually the second reason
I knew that those were high school doors.

I'm secretly a dork.

You're secretly a dork.

Not so secret.

Yeah, not anymore.

High school's really fucking
important to dorks like us.

It's pretty formative.

It's formative as fuck.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You were different back there.

How was I different?

Very... heart on your sleeve.

Yeah, that was me back then.
Back when I thought that...

Go on. Thought what?

Back when I thought that
everything would work out for me.

That I'd get what I want
and that I'd be... happy.

Because you're so special?

Where'd you hear that?

Nowhere.

I saw you sitting behind my mom and dad.

They may have mentioned
you being special, like, 30 times.

I swear to God, if I could go back
to me as a kid, I would say,

"David, you little prick. You're not
that special. Get over yourself."

Would you?

I would actually, yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it just causes you...
sets you up for a spectacular fall.

So, what is it that you want, David?

What do you mean, Sarah?

Are you still...

...chasing the Cheryls of this world?

It's been a long time since I've felt
that anyone was worth the chase.

Are you chasing me?

Because if you are, you should just stop.

Seriously, David, I'm just gonna end up
disappointing you like everyone else has,

so you should just stop.

What are you doing?

I didn't mean stop the car.

Okay, this is getting too dramatic.

"Sometimes we have to
perform to get to the truth."

Hi, Sarah.

Hi, Dr. Vernon.

How's everything at school?

I think at this point I was having
an affair with my professor.

Can we just get to it?

Sure.

Your mom passed away about an hour ago.

Was she comfortable?

She was comfortable.

-No pain?
-None.

-You fucking swear?
-I fucking swear.

Did he...

No.

Your father hasn't been here in months.

So she was alone when she died?

I assure you,
she was on a lot of medication.

So, she was alone when she died.

Yes.

Do you want to see her?

Can I just have a minute?

Absolutely.

It was kind of messed up that
I had to relive my high school musical.

Which you kind of nailed.

I did nail, yes.

But it seems really unfair
that you have to

relive the moment where
you're told your mom died.

I'm not reliving this.

This is happening for the first time.

I wasn't at the hospital when my mom died.

I avoided it.
Do you know where I went?

Museum?

God, the fucking museum.

Sarah, that's...

That's kind of beautiful. Your mother's
favourite place in the world.

It's kind of beautiful.

I'm horrible.

Not even close.

I-- Then you don't know me very well.

Actually, you're...

You're magic. You're a lovely,
formidable force, is what you are.

Listen to me.

I'm a fucking coward.

Nope. You're here now.

I'm a fucking coward.

You're here now.

Yeah, but that doesn't...
it doesn't count now.

-Why not?
-Because it--

It's not real!

This isn't real!

Well, it sure as shit feels very real.

Every part of it.

David, I wasn't at the museum,
the day my mom died.

I really, really love
that you thought that.

And I wish it were true, but...

I was... screwing my professor.

That's what I was doing.

And she died alone.

I better do this.

Dad.

All I'm thinking about right now

is the time that Big was supposed to play
on TV one night after swim practice.

And I remember saying to you,

"Mom, what I really want
is to come home from swim practice

and eat mashed potatoes
while I watch Big."

And you know what you said?

Without hesitation,
without a hint of annoyance,

you said, "Of course, sweetheart."

And you must have been so tired.

But you were never going to say no.

That word just never crossed your mind.

It was always, "Of course," with you.

You just gave.

So easily.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

No, not really.

But, it's just...

...my son.

My son... was born prematurely.

Well, I'm... I'm sure he's gonna be okay.

Yeah. There's some complications
we were just told this morning.

What complications? What's wrong?

His heart.

There's some problems with his heart.

It's called PDA.

Patents ductus arter-- something.

Did they say if it's fatal?

Yeah, it can be.

He'll-- Hey, he'll survive.

Well, thank you for saying that.

Seeing my son trapped in that incubator.

If he dies in there
and if I'm not able to hold him,

I don't know... what we'll do.

It's gonna be all right, Dad.

It's gonna be all right.

Dad.

You... well, you're a dad, right?

Right. I am.

We tried to have a child for a long time.

And then we were fine with it.

And then she got pregnant. At 40.

And the next thing you know,
our little David was born.

Do you have children?

No, I don't.

My friends tried to explain
what it's like, but it's impossible.

And annoying.

But the minute that I saw my boy...

...my world changed.

Do you think...

that you'll tell him about all this?

You know, with the complications?

No. My wife and I made a promise.

If he survives, we'll do everything we can
to protect him from shite like this.

Excuse my language.

Nah. We won't tell him.

He'll only know that he was perfect,

and that he's everything
we ever wanted and hoped for.

That he's...

Special.

Yeah, special.

Mr. Longley. Your wife is asking for you.

I need to go. Thanks for listening.

Yeah.

Hey.

Yeah.

You're a good dad.

That's all I want. Just a chance.

I met a boy, Mom.

I really wish I could talk
to you about him.

He's here now.

I think if I let him,
he might always be here.

Who are you?

I'm the guy who buys gifts,
because he doesn't know what else to do.

The Renoir painting from before.
That's my mom's favourite painting.

It's a beautiful painting.

Yeah.

She always liked how helpful
the girl who's not playing is.

She's like turning the pages.

It's like a selfless act.

Your mom sounds cool.

You know, we're not taking
any of this with us.

Oh, sorry, you...
thought these were for you?

They're for my girlfriend.

Oh, for your girlfriend.

Yeah.

She's really bad for me.

It's what I go for.

Fuck her.

Hi.

-We will be taking this guy.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-All right, yeah?

Yeah, he's just... perfect.

Hold your breath.

What?

My mom would do this thing
when we were in the car together.

She would shout,
"Hold your breath," randomly,

and then we would hold our breath
and see who can do it the longest.

Hold your breath!

Okay.

You win.

I didn't take a big enough...

Sarah, you're gonna pass out.

And I'm gonna have to give you
the kiss of life.

She wants me to give her the kiss of life.

I think I just saw God.

Congratulations, Sarah and David.

You've earned a break.

You'll arrive at the scenic overlook
in 21 minutes.

Yay. A break.

What's happening?

I am gonna change.

Okay, no peeking.

Yeah, of course.

Okay, but if I move the mirror, it's just
to see out of the back of the car.

And maybe, a little bit of your face.

There you are.

I don't know if I trust the angle
of that mirror right now.

Just the face. Just the face.
Just the face.

Can I tell you something
I just thought about?

Yeah.

And I've never told anyone this.

When I was a kid, my mom left.

Yeah, no, I mean, it's fine.

She came back.
She wasn't gone long.

But the strange thing was my dad
never said a word about it.

You know? I kind of... I'd forgotten it.

Yeah. Yeah, I was small and...
I knew it wasn't good.

I'm sorry.

I know I said my parents always worry
about me, but I actually always...

I always worry about my dad.

Yeah.

Well, thank you for sharing that with me.

Well, thank you for letting me.

Do you think life is short?

Go on.

I don't know.
It's something I've been thinking,

and I just want to hear my mouth say it.

I don't think life's short.

People say it, you know.
"Life is short. Have fun." But...

I have to say,
for the last ten years or so,

life has felt pretty damn long to me.

I agree.

-You do?
-Yeah. Life only feels short

when you're moving forward with something
that you don't want to end.

Right. Yeah, yeah.

I haven't moved forward with something
in a long time.

How does...

How does it feel now?

It's maybe feeling a smidge shorter.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, how is this a break?

Are we looking down
on ourselves right now?

I think so.

This is so...

Beautiful.

I was gonna say strange,
but yeah, that too.

Beautifully strange.

Strangely beautiful.

When was the last time you were
at a wedding with someone?

It's been a while.

Same.

And what do you think would have happened
if we had gone to that wedding together?

Well, I guess we would have
known we were together

-and that would have been...
-A comfort.

Yeah.

I never liked coming
to these things alone.

At some point you would have
gotten me a drink...

-Yeah.
-...and I would have felt...

Yeah.

-You would have felt what?
-I would have felt...

...taken care of.

You would have been.

Yeah.

What's your drink?

White wine.

Dry. Very dry.

Like rocks.

Like dryer.

Would we have danced at this wedding?

You don't dance at weddings.

I do in this scenario.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

We're rewriting the rulebooks.

Then, we would have danced.

God, it sounds like we're having
a good time at this wedding.

God, we're having a great time
at this wedding.

Does it make you nervous?
How lovely a time we're having?

A little.

-You?
-Very much.

But I'm okay with it.

Why?

Because I prefer to feel nervous with you
than feel nothing alone.

That simple.

Are you taking it all in this time?

You have arrived at your next stop.

Shite.

Do you know that door?

Yeah. You?

Yeah, I used to go there all the time.

Me too.

I don't wanna go in there.

Me neither.

Pass.

You have arrived at your next stop.

I think now would be a good time
to tell you I was engaged once.

Okay.

I think now would be a good time
to tell you I'm a fucking monster.

All right.

Yeah.

Hey.

Here.

I'm so sorry.

Two people saying sorry
at the end of a relationship.

Well, doesn't get more boring than that.

Are you sure you
want to go through with this?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

Because, and I know this might
make me sound weak or whatever--

-No, you're not weak.
-It's fine.

Just say the word,
and we can forget about this.

And you can put that ring
right back on my finger,

and we can just move on.

Together.

You're gonna love this.

I upgraded our room.

Check it out.

Oh, wow.

-It's gonna be so great.
-It's lovely.

I also made a reservation
at your favourite restaurant.

-Great.
-Yeah.

And I made sure they had
the very, very, very, dry white wine.

-Thank you.
-The dryer than dirt dry.

Why didn't we work? Why did this end?

Just...

...wasn't meant to be.

That's such bullshit.

Wasn't meant to be?

Wait, you... you didn't say that
when this happened.

Why did you lose interest in me David?

You didn't say that either.

...thing where I pick out
your outfit for the night.

I leave you tonight.

What do you mean?

When you're asleep,
I leave you in the middle of the night.

And when you wake up,
you have no idea where I am,

and you're worried sick,

and you text and you call and...

I block your number.

And you never hear from me again.

Tell me why you lost interest.

I don't know.

Jesus Christ!
When did you start stabbing people?

You chased after me so hard.
Won me over.

When you finally have me, what happened?

I was underwhelmed.

-What happened?
-I was overwhelmed.

-Felt disappointed.
-Didn't wanna be disappointed.

Thought of coming home
to you everyday made me--

Break out into hives.

-I wasn't happy with you...
-Or me.

-Or us.
-Or us.

-Blah, blah, blah.
-Blah, blah, blah.

-Dig...
-Deeper.

I thought we just dug fairly fucking deep.

Okay.

I'll go.

At first, I was really into you.

I thought I'd met my match.
Someone just like me.

Someone who wanted to have fun
and not care.

Someone who knew
that this was all bullshit,

and that it wasn't gonna last.

And then you changed.

You started to care. Really care.

Because I fell in love with you.

Yes! That! I didn't ask for that.

It was too much.

I loved you too much?

Yes. Yeah.

No-- Yes. Yeah.

So you leave me, because I love you.

No, I leave you, because...

...because you love
some version of me that's not me.

And you don't...

You don't know me.

You never really knew me.

And that's my fault?

And what about you?

Hard pass.

I...

I genuinely believed that I could
make you happy.

And that's all I wanted.
That hope is everything to me.

It means that every day I'm pursuing you,
and pleasing you, is beautiful.

You know, it's meaningful
until I have you,

and then it all...

...becomes meaningless.

And then I start feeling myself again.

The me that I was before we met.

Except this time I'm, I'm more tired.

And then I wake up one morning, and I...

I'm about as fucking empty
as I have ever been.

And...

you'll never make me happy.

That's very, very cruel.

No one's good enough for you.

Deer incoming.

What?

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Crap.

Crap.

Sabotage.

You know how to fix totalled cars?

I do not.

How about burning cars?

I do not.

Well, we're good at destroying things.

Apparently.

David?

Yeah?

Let's not do this.

Do what?

This. Let's--

I don't want to be the girl
sitting in a cafe holding a ring,

wondering when you lost interest in me.

I don't want you to be the guy
that I leave in the middle of the night.

Let's just end this
before we hurt each other.

Why are you so certain
we're gonna hurt each other?

Were you not paying attention
back there in the cafe?

That's just who we are.

That's who we were. It doesn't mean it
has to be who we are, Sarah.

I mean, this whole journey...

I think it's a chance,
you know, for us to be open.

I mean, life is better when you're open.

What does that even mean?

It means, it means...

It means, I love you.

What?

Yeah.

I love you.

No, you don't.

Yeah, I do.

-I'm sorry, I do.
-You don't. You don't know me.

You...

-You don't.
-Yes, I do.

I know that you...

I know that you feel like shit that you
weren't there when your mother died.

I know that you've never been able
to forgive yourself for it.

I know that you cheat
so no one else can hurt you first.

And that you leave, you know,

when you feel like
you're being loved too much.

I know you, Sarah.

But I also know that you love
eating fast food cheeseburgers,

and I know that you love
traveling alone like I do.

I see you, Sarah.

I see you.

And I love you.

And not some idea of you.
I love you. All of you.

Maybe you feel that way right now,
but what about tomorrow?

What about next week?
What about next month?

Once you... Once you have me?

Really have me. Then what?

Then we have a cup of tea.

We keep it simple.
We lie in the grass, we read books.

We dance, Sarah. We just-- we dance.

I mean, that life that
we imagined up there--

Was a fantasy, David.

-I refuse to believe that.
-It's a thing we made up.

I refuse to believe that.

Because this is what you do.

You do this. You, like,
relentlessly chase after someone

because you think
they're gonna make you happy.

And then when you get them
you don't want them anymore.

No, no, no.
Yeah, I've done that in the past.

But that's not what this is about.

This isn't about the chase, Sarah.

It's not about using you
as a distraction from my bullshit.

I mean, it's not even about being happy.

It's about...

It's about believing.

That's what this is about.
For the first time, maybe ever.

It's about believing that it's possible.

What is?

To share a life.

It's just not worth the risk for me.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it's...

It's okay.

I don't wanna upset you.

It's okay.

Thanks for the clothes.

I... I fixed your exploded car.

How?

It happens more than you think.

Why did you have to fix it?

Because there's more to do, isn't there?

Yeah.

These are a gift from
The Car Rental Agency.

But it's not raining.

-Okay.
-Okay.

You'll arrive at
Kiki's Travel Plaza in 21 miles.

Drop off Sarah.

Sarah, are you ready to continue
your big, bold, beautiful journey?

No. I'm...

I'm done. I'm done.

You can do this.
In 500 feet, take exit 57.

I said I'm done, motherfucker. I'm done!

Sarah, come on.
Take the next exit, 58-B and--

No.

Recalculating.

Come on, Sarah. Let's finish this out.

In one point five miles, take exit 59-A.

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

In one point five miles, take exit 59-A.

Thanks, I just...

I just need to go home.

I just want to go home.

All right, Sarah.

You'll reach home
in one hour and 33 minutes...

-Okay.
-...with normal traffic.

Thank you.

Recalculating.

I just want to go home.

All right, David.

You'll reach home in one hour
and 33 minutes with normal traffic.

Thank you.

You are home.

Wrong home, asshole.

Fuck.

Where'd you go?

For a walk.

You're wet!

He's...

He's upstairs.

Who's upstairs?

Our son.

Our son?

What's wrong, honey?

"Honey"?

Sorry, how old am I?

You're 57.

57.

What's this all about?

I'm Dad.

Yeah, you're his dad.
And he needs you right now.

That awful girl crushed him.

She's not an awful girl, Mom.

Darling.

-Just go talk to him.
-Okay.

Mom?

Mom?

Hey, kiddo.

-Hi.
-You're not dead.

Well, what the hell
kind of thing is that to say?

Mom.

Hi.

Everything okay?

How old am I?

-Did you hit your head or something?
-Just, how old?

You're 12, silly.

I have the mashed potatoes ready.

Let's eat.

Mom?

I know how tired you are, but...

What is it, honey?

Would you mind watching the movie with me?

Of course.

Did you think I'd let you watch all alone?

Oh, Jesus. That's pathetic.

Dad?

Dad.

Yeah.

I'm your... dad.

Are you disappointed in me?

No.

No, I'm... I'm...

I'm sorry you're hurting.

It sucks.

Do you remember when...

when Mom was away in the States?

I was 11.

It was just you and me for a month.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I never told you this before.

I heard you crying one night.

It was late, and you were sobbing.

I didn't know what to do.
I'd never heard you cry before.

And I wanted to comfort you.

But I was...

Scared?

Yeah.

I wanna go home.

I miss my family, Susan,
and I wanna go home.

Oh, my God! You're married!

No!

I knew that this was--

Mom?

What is it, sweetheart?

Can we pretend that I'm older?

-You're good at pretending.
-Yeah, I know.

I want you to pretend with me.

That sounds fun. When?

Now.

-Now?
-Yeah, right now.

Okay.

Begin pretending to be older.

I'm bad with men, Mom.

You're really getting into it.

Where did you even
hear that phrase, sweetheart?

Just pretend with me, okay?

I'm bad with men, Mom.

-Why would you say that?
-'Cause I am.

So am I.

I know.

Why? Why is that?

Oh, I wish I knew.

I wish I knew it.

I'm still trying to figure that out.

It's okay. It's okay. I know.

When I'm sad, or angry,

feels like the world might fall apart.

That's the world, David.
You know, it's messy, shitty.

It's full of uncertainty.

But...

they try to protect you from it.

They made a promise they would.

They?

We.

We made that promise.

For better and for worse.

And maybe...

maybe it was for worse.

I don't know.

Your mom and dad love you very much.

Yeah.

I have to leave in the morning.

Well, I know. For school.

We're still pretending.

Oh, okay.

Where are you headed?

To the city.

Wow.

Miss Big Shot.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

I'm scared I'm not gonna
be a good adult, Mom.

You know, sweetheart,

you are capable
of being content in this life.

You just have to choose it.

What about being happy?

You can make yourself crazy
trying to be happy.

Be content first.

Choose to be content.

And enjoy the moments of happiness
that come from that.

Okay.

Can we stop pretending now?

Why?

Because I want you to tuck me in.

-Snuggy bunny.
-Night.

Good night, sweetheart.

Bye, Mom.

Fuck, yeah! Still got it.

You win!

When did you get so good at this game?

Wanna play again?

No.

I'm actually... exhausted.

There's something I've been
wanting to tell you for a while now.

What is it?

You should know that...

...you're special.

You tell me that all the time.

Yeah, I know.

Did your phone crap out on you?

It did indeed.

I told you. You would have been fucked.

Oh, I was fucked anyway many times over,
but I think it worked out okay.

Did you meet anyone on the way?

Is that what you do here?

You rent cars and fuck lives?

Hey. Hey, hey.

Fuck lives?

No. I... I just m--

Is this some kind of...

...soulmate service?

Oh, I like that.

Me, too.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Some service that would just
find the exact right person for you?

Would make life so much easier.

It would.

So, you weren't trying to match me and...

Stacy Dunn. No.

She never picked up her car.

What is this still doing here?

So, Sarah was...

Oh, she came last minute.

Fortunately, Stacy's car was available.

Sarah made a good understudy.

I love that!

Me, too.

She hasn't been back yet? Sarah?

No.

Thank you.

Anytime.

You have arrived
at your final destination.

Please return your car.

Is this my destination?

It depends, Sarah.

How do you want this to end?

How'd you find me?

GPS.

I want to say something now, and...

it's something that I've been thinking,
and I just want to hear my mouth say it.

You are worth the risk.

I know you might hurt me, and...

I mean, I would be devastated
if you left me,

and I would be devastated
if I left you first.

And I know both things are a possibility,
and that scares me, deeply.

You might think you know how deep,
but you don't.

But if anyone ever were to know,
I would want it to be you.

I think...

I think we could be content together.

And in love.

Because I am in love with you.

You got one more door in you?

I could do one more door.

Come on.