It Follows

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Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You need some help?

No.

Annie,

what're you doing?

I'm fine, dad.

What's the matter

What's going on?

Annie?

Dad.

Hey.

I love you.

I know.

I know.

I just want you and mom to know

how much I love you.

Dad, I'm sorry that I can be such

a sh*t to you sometimes.

I don't know why I do that.

Just know that I love you, okay.

I just really love you both.

Hey, Jay.

Hey, what's up?

Nothing.

How long you're out here?

I'm going to watch a moive.

See if you like it?

Actually, I'm going out tonight.

That guy?

I like hm.

Me too.

I see you.

What're you reading?

The idiot

(Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Is it any good?

I don't know yet.

It's about Paul.

Hey, Jay.

Hey, Paul.

Stop.

Hey, I've an idea.

What?

It got away.

You ever played the 'Trade' game?

No, what is that?

It's people watching game.

My sister and I used to play

when we were bored.

You are bored right now?

No, shut up.

Let me finish.

Okay, how do you play it?

You start by watching the crowd.

Casually just go by the people

around you.

Okay.

Now, without telling me.

Pick a person you want to

trade places with.

It can be anyone,

for whatever reason.

Okay.

I got it.

Now, I get

2 guesses to figure out.

Who you picked.

And why you want to

trade places with them.

Okay,

good luck.

That guy.

No.

Okay then.

Who you picked.

Him.

The dad?

No.

The son.

I mean how cool that'll be.

Like you whole life is out of you.

You know.

Come on

It's not like you are old.

You are 21

I know,

but.

Look how happy that kid is.

Plus, at that age you could

go to the barthroom

anything time you want.

- Total freedom.

- Yeah.

Splashing his shirt right now.

Yeah, exactly.

I can never get away with that.

Okay, my turn.

Okay.

Okay, got it.

How about the girl in

the yellow dress?

Where?

Right there.

I don't see her.

Right there.

Are you teasing me?

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't...

Can we go?

I'm sorry,

I just have to go.

If you uh...

Can we... can we go

back into the car?

Is there someone in there

that made you want to leave?

Like an ex-girlfriend or something?

You said you saw a

girl in yellow dress.

Is that someone that you knew?

No, I just felt sick.

I feel better being outside.

Thanks for walking with me.

Mom knows you smoke.

Yeah but, she'll cry if

she actually sees it happening.

Or she'll just steal your cigarettes.

How's it going with you?

Good.

Honestly.

I don't know.

He was acting kind of weird last night.

Why?

He said he wasn't feeling well

but...

Something else was on his mind.

Have you.

- No.

- No.

I know he wants to, but...

I don't know.

He seemed different last night.

Do you smell that?

Like uh..

cherry coke, banana nicotine.

That's my favorite flavor.

I... love it.

Let's go back to the car.

That's funny.

I used to day dream about

being old enough to go on dates.

Driving around with my friends

in their cars.

I had this image of myself.

Holding hands with a

really cute guy.

Listening to the radio.

Driving along some pretty road.

Up north maybe.

And the trees start to change colors.

It's never about going anywhere really.

Just having some sort

of freedom I guess.

Never old enough,

the hell do we go.

Jay.

You awake?

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

I'm not going to hurt you.

Don' t worry.

You're not going to believe me.

But I need you to remember

what I'm saying.

Okay?

This thing.

It's going to follow you.

Somebody gave it to me.

And I pass it to you.

Back in the car.

It could look like

someone you know.

Or it could be a stranger in a crowd.

Whatever helps it

to get close to you.

It could look like anyone.

But there is only one of it.

Help.

Help!

And sometimes.

Sometimes I think it looks like.

People you love.

Just to hurt you.

I see it.

I see it.

Who is it?

You get rid of it,

okay.

Just sleep with someone

as soon as you can.

Just pass it along

If it kills you.

It'll come after me.

Do you understand?

What the f*** do you want?

Jay,

I'm doing this to help you.

Just to let you know,

it's real.

Help!

Help me.

Never go into a place that

doesn't have more than one exit.

It's very slow.

But it's not dumb.

Can I have some?

Yeah.

Listen to this,

I think that if one is faced by

inevitable destruction --

if a house is falling upon you,

for instance --

one must feel a great longing to sit down,

close one's eyes and wait,

come what may . . .

( Fyodor Dostoyevsky, "The Idiot" )

That's why we're drinking

on the porch.

Is you mom asleep already?

Almost for sure.

She wakes up at 5.15.

That would kill me.

So.

Where is Jay at?

On a date.

Your turn.

Who is he?

Somebody new.

Of course.

Your sister is so pretty.

it's annoying.

It is annoying.

Anyway, she's nice.

Is everything okay?

Just don't let it touch you.

Jay!

What happened?

I don't know.

Those people are such a mess.

It was consensual.

Yeah.

And, you never seen

the woman before?

No.

Okay.

Have you ever been to his home ?

I know where he live,

but...

I never been inside.

He said he was embarrassed

where he lived.

Did she catch anything?

I don't think so.

Ah...

Poor Jamie.

Apparently he used a fake name

to rent a house in the city

The police searched the place,

they can't find him.

Oh my God.

Breaks my heart the things he said to her.

Some weird...

sick.

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws

scuttling across floors of silent seas"

And the afternoon, the evening,

sleeps so peacefully.

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep tired or it malingers,

Stretched out on the floor,

here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force

the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted,

wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head

(grown slightly bald)

brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet

and heres no great matter;

I have seen the moment

of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman

hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain,

among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

To have squeezed the universe into a ball

To roll it toward some

overwhelming question,

To say:
I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all,

I shall tell you all

If one, settling a pillow by her head,

Should say:

That is not what I meant at all;

That is not it, at all.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hello.

There's an old woman at school today.

And she's staring at me.

It was like she was following me.

Did you know her?

No, but she freaked me out.

I didn't go back to class.

Did she say something to you?

Hugh told me that.

He passed it on to me.

He said it was going to follow me.

That's all bullshit,

Jamie.

Yeah, I know.

What exactly is suppose to be

following you?

I don't know.

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