Do you still watch these?
I hope not.
I hope you have something better to do.
Or someone.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
But I do seem to keep making them. Why?
I suppose it's something to fill my days
that doesn't involve people my age.
Being old is like being very young.
Boring.
- When's lunch? - Three hours till lunch.
They say it's a magical time, childhood.
But people's memories are so selective.
- It's mainly just waiting. - When's Christmas?
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Oh, it's a long time till Christmas.
When you're little, everything is waiting.
- Can I play with you? - No.
- Why not? - Because of your personality.
CLARE ABSHIRE, 6: Mom, Mark says I've got a personality!
Everyone's got a personality, Clare.
- Are you sick? - I'm fine.
Mommy just needs a little lie down, that's all.
(LUCILLE ABSHIRE GROANS)
CLARE, 6: I think Mommy's sad again.
Mommy's fine. Why don't you go up and play with your toys.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OLDEST CLARE: There's only one thing worse
than not knowing what you're waiting for,
and that's knowing. Because I'll tell you something.
No one
should meet their soul mate when they're six years old.
(CROW CAWING)
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OLDEST CLARE: I've told you some of this story before,
but what you have to understand is that this is not a story
- about a time traveler. - (CROWS CAWING)
OLDEST CLARE: It's the story of the time traveler's wife.
♪ ("TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Hmm.
(HENRY DETAMBLE, 36, COUGHING, GROANING)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Mark? Mark, is that you?
This is my place.
You're not supposed to come here.
HENRY, 36: Hello, Clare.
Who are you?
- It's Henry. - Henry?
♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Have you seen dinosaurs?
OLDEST CLARE: I remember him so clearly.
How he looked, how he talked.
This impossible man who said he came from the future.
- I wanted to know everything. - Do you have kids in the future?
- HENRY, 36: No, I'm afraid not. - Do you have a wife?
- Yeah. - What's her name?
Well. Funnily enough, her name is Clare.
- Like me. - (CHUCKLES) Yeah. Like you.
OLDEST CLARE: What you don't understand when someone
so bright comes into your life,
is that something else comes with them.
Absence.
Their absence, like a shadow on your days.
Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna disappear.
- For real? - HENRY, 36: For real.
Remember, put my clothes in a box
and keep them dry for next time.
- When will I see you again? - Soon.
Six days, September 29th.
Bring a notebook next time. I'll give you a list of dates.
- (WIND WHOOSHES) - (GASPS)
Can you make it tomorrow if you pull off another one?
NELL: No, sweetie, of course not.
What's it for, then?
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(NELL SIGHS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
♪ (SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
You haven't changed the calendar.
NELL: You can change it for me, hon.
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
You want to do it?
♪ (SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GUNSHOTS FIRING ON TV)
♪ (SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
This book is empty.
It's a notebook.
Can I have it?
♪ (MUSIC SWELLS) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RUSTLING)
HENRY, 31: Hey, sleepyhead.
(GROANS) Well done on bringing a notebook.
- You told me to. - Oh, did I?
(INHALES) Clever old me.
Must remember to do that.
- Now, where's the food? - What food?
Time travelling makes me hungry.
Haven't I told you that yet?
- No. - Well...
I'm telling you now.
(PANTING)
October 12th, 2000.
- How many more are there? - Well, in total, 152.
Of course, two of them, we've already done.
You look younger than last time.
January 10th, 2001.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OLDEST CLARE: At first, it seemed like there were lots of Henrys.
There was the one with the dark hair.
He was the funniest.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Why do we have to play checkers?
I've got a Nintendo.
I can't play games with screens.
- It makes me time travel. - (GIGGLES)
There was older Henry with the graying hair.
He was like a dad. Always made me do my homework.
Do you believe in God?
- Definitely not. - Why not?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Eh. Don't like his work.
That doesn't make any sense.
Neither does your French.
Here.
And there's the sad one.
The sad Henry.
- Ha! - By the way, what's the date?
August 20th, 1999. How come you don't know?
I just got here.
Five minutes ago, it was March 27th, 2022.
It was a rainy morning and I was making toast.
But you told me when you'd be here.
You made me write it down.
So? Doesn't mean I know which date's coming for me next.
- Why not? - Because I'm a time traveler.
- So? - So...
What card is this?
- Seven of diamonds. - All right.
What card is next?
- I don't know. - Not the eight of diamonds?
- No. - Why not?
Because the cards are all mixed up.
Exactly. You see, I'm a time traveler.
I'm all mixed up too.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
CLARE, 11: Again?
Of course, it didn't matter because really they were...
(INHALES SHARPLY)
...all the same Henry, just shuffled.
You can come in the house, you know.
HENRY, 35: Oh. That's very nice of you,
but I'm not allowed to meet your family until 2008.
You're gonna meet my family?
Uh... (MUNCHES)
Yeah. In-- in the future. In 2008.
- Why? - Uh, I just do.
I just... (CLEARS THROAT) ...meet them.
Am I there?
Um...
How old am I in 2008?
I-- I don't know, uh, I'm not really sure.
- Twenty. - That was quick.
- Twenty's old. - Nah. It's not that old.
It's old enough.
- (SIGHS) - (CARDS RUSTLING)
Is it funny for you?
Is what funny?
Well, I'm called Clare. And your wife's called Clare.
You know what? It can be a bit funny at times.
Fancy a game? What do you wanna play?
OLDEST CLARE: There's not a game until you've shuffled the deck,
but once you've shuffled,
you can never know what's coming next.
OLDEST HENRY: Clare! Clare! Clare!
(GASPS)
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (BREATHES SHAKILY)
CLARE, 13: Henry!
OLDEST CLARE: It was funny.
I didn't hear the gunshots. Only him.
CLARE, 13: Henry!
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
- Clare! - Clare, what are you doing?
- Who did you shoot? - I nearly shot you!
Clare, you know not to come out here
when we're hunting. I've told you and told you.
Who did you shoot? Who shouted my name?
Nobody shouted your name.
Sweetie, you were dreaming. Now, listen...
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Henry!
Henry! Henry!
- (TWIGS RUSTLING) - Henry!
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Clare? (PANTING) Clare what's wrong, darling?
You shot someone.
- You shot a man! - Well, where is he?
Look at the blood!
- What blood? - There was blood.
HENRY, 32: Probably you imagined it.
Aren't you even a little bit worried?
Worried? I'm terrified.
I think you're about to take my rook.
It could've been an older you. Out there in the meadow, dying.
Could've been. (SNIFFS)
Aha! See? Didn't see that coming.
(SIGHS) You could be out there somewhere, dying.
Well, I'm not. I'm sitting here, talking to you.
Somewhere in time.
HENRY, 32: Everybody's dying somewhere in time.
You know what I mean.
All futures end in a brick wall, Clare.
That's why you don't want to know what's coming.
Because what's coming is a brick wall.
Doesn't your wife worry about you?
Yeah, of course she does.
Like I do.
Well, kind of like you do.
Your wife, who's also called Clare,
in the future, where you know my family.
Yeah.
- I have a stupid idea sometimes. - What kind of stupid?
About who you're married to.
Married stupid is extra stupid.
I think you're married to me.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OLDEST CLARE: What does a decent man say?
I didn't pity him then, but I do now.
His future wife, at 13 years of age.
The woman he has already bedded and wedded,
now facing him as a child,
demanding to know who she is to him?
What does a decent man say?
What does he tell the child who will become the woman
he loves of their future together?
We're not married in the future.
That's not how this works out, okay?
I know you,
I know your family, but you and me, we're not married.
Okay.
I-- I can't tell you anything else, all right?
It's just-- It's not very good to know--
I said it's okay.
♪ (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Your move.
A decent man lies, of course.
There are very few things in this world more harmful
than the lies of decent men.
Oh, at the time, of course, I didn't think about that.
I had an invisible friend, and I lived in a fairy tale.
Grown-ups think of fairy tales as sweet little nothings,
but they forget what all children know.
- Into every fairy tale... - (LEAVES RUSTLING)
...a witch must come.
- Clare? - (LEAVES RUSTLING)
Clare, is that you?
Ah, there aren't any clothes, here.
- Where are the clothes? - Well, they're not in the box.
♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Hey. - HENRY, 32: Oh.
Hello.
You're looking very, uh... (CLICKS TONGUE)
- Sixteen. - HENRY, 32: Yep.
- (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) Sixteeny.
The actual word I was looking for.
Oh, you've not seen me at 16 before?
No, I-- I have. Just not looking so, uh... (CHUCKLES)
So what?
Where are my clothes, Clare?
They're my dad's, so I had to return them eventually.
- So I bought you some new ones. - Great. Thank you.
Where are they? The, uh, the new clothes?
Oh, sort of scattered about the place.
- (CHUCKLES) Scattered? - Yeah, scattered.
You just have to go look for them.
(CHUCKLES) Clare, I'm naked.
I've seen you naked lots of times.
Yeah, but this is-- this is different.
Okay. How's it different?
Well, you're older now. There are rules.
Basically, you're not allowed to see someone naked
the moment you start enjoying it.
Okay. Checkers then?
Every time you take a piece,
you will win an item of clothing.
(CHUCKLES)
- Come on. - (CHUCKLES)
And we're done!
You've never played that well before.
Well, I was going easy on you. Another game?
- No, I got a better idea. - (CLICKS TONGUE) Me too.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I don't want ice cream.
- It'll cool you down. - I don't want to cool down.
I want you to cool down.
(SIGHS)
I'll need napkins, I'm not good
- with eating with my-- - I know.
- ♪ (ROCK MUSIC BLARING FROM RADIO) ♪ - (TEENS CLAMORING)
- (LAUGHTER) - (CAR HORN BEEPS)
- RUTH: Hey, Jason! - Hey, Ruth! Come on!
I'll see you tonight.
- JASON EVERLEIGH: I'm gonna see you tonight, right? - RUTH: Mm-hmm.
This asshole's not gonna get in my way tonight, is he?
- (TEENS LAUGHING) - Friends of yours?
- ♪ (MUSIC BLARING) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I know them.
JASON: Get outta here!
- TEEN: Oh, yeah! - JASON: Get outta here!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HENRY GRUNTS)
(GROANS, COUGHS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GROANS)
♪ ("HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO" BY THE HIVES PLAYING) ♪
(PARTYGOERS CLAMORING)
- Clare. - CLARE, 16: What's up, guys?
- How's it going? - CLARE, 16: Yeah, I'm good.
- Hey, Clare. - CLARE, 16: Hey.
(COUGHING)
Clare! Miss Look But Don't Touch.
- Nice dress. - It's not for your benefit.
♪ I can and if I don't Because I wanna ♪
- Come here! You're just in time - For what?
Abs. Millions of them. Come on.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
- What are we looking at? - The pool!
The pool of men! (GIGGLES)
♪ ("ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL" BY JET PLAYING) ♪
(CHEERING)
Oh, my God!
I know. I haven't seen him since last year.
HELEN: And he is looking so good!
♪ You look so fine that I really wanna make you mine ♪
♪ Said, you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine ♪
♪ Four, five, six C'mon and get your kicks ♪
♪ You don't need money ♪
♪ When you look like that Do ya, honey? ♪
HELEN: Clare!
- What's wrong with you? - Oh, who says anything's wrong.
- You are failing to be deviant. - So who was he?
The old guy.
RUTH: (CHUCKLES) The one you were having ice cream with.
HELEN: We all saw you.
- (CRICKETS CHIRPING) - (SIGHS)
(OWL HOOTING)
Is he married?
- He looks married. - He looks old.
- Same thing. - He's just someone I know.
- I'm not, you know, seeing him. - (CHUCKLES)
- Seeing! - Well, then who are you seeing?
Oh, I don't know. I haven't decided yet.
I only just got here!
- Where are you going? - Clare!
- Wait! You can't go home yet! - Well, I'm not gonna go home.
I'm going to go dip my toe in the pool.
♪ ("THE WAY YOU MOVE" BY OUTKAST PLAYING) ♪
♪ I like the way you move I like the way you move ♪
ALL: Chug! Chug!
(ALL CHEER)
All right, guys, one more time.
- Jason's filled out a bit. - (CHUCKLES)
If you've only just noticed that,
you haven't been looking in the right places.
♪ I love the way I love the way ♪
- (ALL CHEERING) - JASON: Geronimo!
RUTH: If you're pining over some old married guy,
you know it's never going to happen.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
CLARE, 16: Henry! Henry!
Clare!
Clare, are you all right? I'm here.
- Henry! - Clare!
(CLARE, 16, YELPS)
(GASPS)
♪ (SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GROANS, COUGHS)
Oh.
- Clare, hi. - Hi.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Clothes this time.
Good, thanks.
I'll let you get dressed.
HENRY, 32: Has, uh, that already happened for you yet?
The, uh, no clothes time?
Yeah, that's already happened for me.
- We're going for a drive today. - A drive?
I passed my test.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Aren't you worried someone's gonna see us.
No one's home. I'm not stupid.
You okay?
- Clare! - CLARE, 16: Get in!
I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on.
- Get in! - Okay.
(TIRES SCREECH)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Quite fast.
Where do you live?
I can't tell you anything about the future.
I don't mean in the future, I mean right now.
There must be another Henry out there somewhere.
- A younger version. - Yeah.
Yeah, where?
- No point in telling you. - Why not?
- (GROANS) - (TIRES SCREECHING)
Jesus! Hell, we really don't need to go this fast.
So tell me why there's no point in telling me.
- I'll tell you if you slow down. - Tell me or I'll speed up.
- (TIRES SCREECHING) - Red light! Red light! Red light!
- (HORN HONKS) - Jesus, Clare!
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
You're a nervous passenger, you should work on that.
Will you please fucking slow down!
CLARE, 16: So, come on, explain.
Why is there no point in telling me
where younger you is living? I want to meet junior.
Maybe we'll hit it off. Gotta be closer in age.
You're not allowed to meet me yet.
- Says who? - HENRY, 32: Says history.
Well, it's not history for me yet.
Well, it is for me, and you can't change it.
Will you slow down?
Okay, so I'm not allowed to meet you yet,
but you wanna know what else I'm not allowed to do?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
I'm not allowed to die.
(SCREAMS) Jesus Christ, Clare!
I've seen older you, you've seen older me.
We can't die today, right? It's impossible.
Yeah, but you could kill everybody else!
Oh, calm down, 'cause you know what?
I can do this with my eyes shut!
- Jesus Christ! - Okay, you wanna drive, fine!
(HORNS HONKING)
(TRUCK HORN HONKS)
What the hell is the matter with you?
(GRUNTS) It's about time you fucking asked!
(BOTH PANT)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Your hands are bleeding.
Self-inflicted.
See? It's my own fingernails.
Like I said. Nervous passenger.
I was in a car accident. I have bad memories, that's why.
Yeah, but you knew there wouldn't be an accident today, so--
You could've ended up in traction for a year!
You could've killed somebody.
You could've wiped out an entire family
and had to live with that for the rest of your life.
- Don't you lecture me! - Shut up and listen!
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Your life, whatever it is, is entirely built
from the choices that you make.
The future, fixed or not, is what you choose.
You are what makes it fixed. You're not running on tracks,
everything is still your decision.
I just set a new record.
I mansplained the rest of your life.
CLARE, 16: What's "mansplained"?
Well, there's every chance you're gonna find out, Clare.
When?
What? In the future?
When you know me, and all my family,
and you're married to a woman with my name?
We're not together in the future, Clare.
Fine!
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
So...
something happened. Do you want to talk about it?
Have you ever been arrested?
HENRY, 32: Well, uh,
I show up naked places and steal to eat,
so, yeah, I've been arrested.
CLARE, 16: But it doesn't matter.
Because if they put you in a cell,
eventually you just disappear, right?
Well, usually from the back of a police car,
but yeah, basically.
So you can get away with anything
when you're back in time.
Uh, well, I-- I guess, but that's not really the point.
CLARE, 16: There's a boy.
Named Jason.
Jason Everleigh. At my school, a jock.
Okay?
What about Jason?
I need you to kill him.
(CHUCKLES)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Why?
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Newberry Library, Special Collection.
Who? Oh. No, wait. Wait. The new kid, what's his name?
Henry DeTamble.
(PANTS) At your service!
Hi. Call for me?
Did she sound angry?
- Wasn't a she. - Awesome.
- Hello. - Hey, it's me.
HENRY, 24: Oh, great.
You need me to pick you up someplace? 'Cause I'm at work.
I just need you not to be alone tonight.
- You need what? - I need you to have an alibi
between eight and ten o'clock tonight.
(CHUCKLING) Why? Are you gonna kill someone?
Between eight and ten, you got that?
You are gonna kill someone.
- Hanging up now. - Fuck you.
Fuck you too.
(TRAIN HORN HONKS)
(SIGHS)
So when are you gonna tell me what he did?
I don't want to talk about it.
Can you just accept that he totally deserves this?
Yes.
OLDEST CLARE: How do you know it's him? Actually him.
It's not hearts and flowers.
- You can't come. - I'm coming.
It's not music in the air.
You can't come, you'll need an alibi too.
I want to watch.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
It's when he's ready to kill for you.
- Glove box. - What?
Glove box.
(GLOVE BOX CLICKS)
It's my dad's.
What the hell did he do to you?
He's an asshole.
- (GUN COCKS) - Oh, well... (BREATHES DEEPLY)
I used to be an asshole myself.
- Well, no cars in the driveway. - No, he's home alone. I checked.
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
- ♪ (HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Coming.
- (DOOR KNOCKING) - (DOORBELL RINGING)
Jesus. I'm coming! All right.
(PANTS) Who are you?
Okay, there's a car behind me,
and you're going to get in the trunk.
Why?
Because if I murder you right here,
it might be really hard to get away with,
- and I might get in trouble. - (BREATHES SHAKILY)
- Hello. Did you hear me? - (BREATHES SHAKILY)
Hello, gun, wakey wakey.
(JASON WHIMPERING, GASPING)
Jesus Christ, you're splashing me!
What kind of a person pees on someone at gunpoint?
What the hell is wrong with you?
- (JASON WHIMPERS) - Duck your head.
I'm gonna close the trunk,
duck your head or it's gonna hurt.
JASON: (SOBS) You're gonna kill me.
Yeah, well, don't make things worse.
- (JASON GASPING, SOBBING) - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(GROANS) He peed on me.
- Okay. - Worst murder ever.
(JASON WHEEZING)
- What's that noise? - Mm.
(JASON WHEEZING, COUGHING)
Oh! It's okay, it's not your car.
He's just breathing funny.
- Didn't you get his inhaler? - His what?
(STUTTERS)
Well, I-- He's asthmatic. He's got an inhaler, I saw it.
So?
- What are you doing? - No. We need to go back
- and get his inhaler. - No! No! No! Clare.
No! Clare, seriously, no. I'm not doing that. I refuse.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
We're not going to kill him.
Okay.
You're going to hurt him, and I'm gonna watch,
but we're not going to kill him.
- (LAUGHS) - What are you laughing at?
I mean, kill him? We just got him his inhaler.
I'm starting to think we might need to throw pillow back there.
You think this is funny?
You think this is a joke?
No.
You want to know what he did?
Yeah, I do.
(SEATBELT UNLOCKS)
HENRY, 32: Jesus Christ!
- Are you okay? - CLARE, 16: Mm.
- Did he rape you? - No.
No. He just hurt me.
He, um...
He took me to...
In his car... There's a place people go.
Why don't you tell me what happened?
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
He got angry. (BREATHES SHAKILY)
He, um...
He said it wasn't fair to him,
me changing my mind.
- But I never said I would. - It's okay, it's okay.
- No, but I never said I would! - It's okay. It's all okay.
(CLARE SOBS)
He burned me.
He what?
He had a cigarette.
Fuck! Fuck!
Okay, so you just said we're not gonna kill him.
- No, we're not. - You're gonna go home.
- You're gonna leave this to me. - No. We're not gonna kill him.
Clare, you're not gonna be part--
No, stop it! Don't!
Don't you dare make this about how angry you are,
it's not about that.
We're going to hurt him, not kill him.
He didn't rape me.
- Okay? - Okay.
Okay, I'm sorry.
OLDEST CLARE: Of course he raped me.
Of course he did.
I was in his car, there was no one to see.
Why wouldn't he rape me?
(DOORBELL DINGS)
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CASH REGISTER BEEPING)
OLDEST CLARE: I never told Henry the truth.
If I had told him the truth, it would make it even more true,
and I did not want it to be.
HENRY, 32: Come on Get out. Get the fuck out. Come on.
OLDEST CLARE: You don't admit that a monster
was the first man inside you
when you're talking to the man it should have been.
OLDEST CLARE: Henry never knew the truth.
So when I was with Henry, it stopped being true.
I could make it not true when he was there.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Of course, he's been dead such a long time now.
(JASON BREATHES HEAVILY)
I think we're safe from him now, Clare.
- What are you gonna do to me? - I'm not sure.
Clare, any ideas?
- (GRUNTS) - (JASON GROANS)
(PANTS) Fuck!
(SOBS) Are you gonna kill me?
HENRY, 32: (CHUCKLES) Kill you?
You're an asthmatic who smokes, who needs to kill you?
What do you think, Clare? Hey?
Break his eardrums?
- Break his nose? - (SOBS)
No, wait, he's broken that once already.
- What about cut his Achilles tendons? - No. (SOBS)
He wouldn't be playing football for a long time.
(SOBBING) No! Please. No.
Don't fucking beg. I might enjoy it.
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Clare's. Here to ask you, man to man,
or man to whatever-I'm-looking-at...
how could you do that to her?
- Do what? - I know what you did, Jason.
Tell him the truth.
She did tell me, and she showed me.
Did she show you her phone? Did you show him your phone?
It's not about a fucking phone!
Show him the phone. (SOBS) Read her texts!
Before you lay a finger on me, read her texts.
'Cause that's the truth, right there.
What she says in her texts. We went out and we had fun.
And she texted me afterwards,
the same night and the next morning.
And you wanna know what she said?
She said, "Thanks for a great night!"
That's what she said, "Great night." Read her texts!
(COUGHS, WHEEZES)
- HENRY, 32: Hey. Come here. - No! (COUGHS, INHALES)
(GASPS)
Go on, Clare.
Show him the phone. Show him your texts.
- I deleted them. - JASON: Why?
Why did you delete them? Why would she delete them?
Because I'll tell you something. I didn't.
And when you're done with me,
or when you're done doing whatever shit
you're gonna do to me,
when you're done beating the crap out of me...
my phone is in my robe pocket. I didn't delete those texts.
Read them, then see how you fucking feel.
- (JASON SOBS) - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I did send those texts.
- I was frightened. - I know.
'Cause I didn't want him to be angry at me.
- I understand. - I wanted to make it normal.
In my head. Normal.
JASON: "Great night." That's what she said.
- Those exact words. - It doesn't matter what she said!
I saw the bruises. You burnt her.
Jesus. Where the hell have you been?
Don't you get it? She likes that. She likes it.
- She had a great night! - No, she didn't.
What the fuck would you know about it, some doofus friend
- of her dad's? She's into that. - No, she isn't.
She loves it. It's what she wants.
- It is not what she wants! - She likes it rough.
No, she doesn't and she never has!
How the fuck would you know?
Because I'm her fucking husband!
- (SOBS) - (BREATHES HEAVILY)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I-- (COUGHS, PANTS)
- Shit, I think I'm going. - No, not now!
- (HENRY, 32, GRUNTS) - (SCREAMS)
I don't know why, but I think you're going to need this.
(BREATHES HEAVILY) I love you.
(GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY) Shit.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I didn't want Jason to die of an asthma attack
while tied up and half naked.
Well, I did, in fact, but not on my watch.
But equally, I didn't want to be alone with him.
So I called my friends.
I called every girl I knew and asked them to come over.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Where did you go?
I always wondered why you kept this old pen.
You gave it to me.
What did you do with it?
I made one rule.
You could only come if a boy had hurt you.
While I waited for them to arrive,
I wrote the whole story of what happened
with Jason that night...
on Jason.
I invited them all to add any stories of their own.
We were there a long time.
He became my first sculpture.
I learnt that night that art isn't something
hanging on a wall, or standing on a plinth.
Sometimes... it's revenge.
I only saw Henry one more time in our clearing.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OLDEST CLARE: But that's another story.
Hello, Henry.
OLDEST CLARE: Two years after that,
after I had known the love of my life for 14 years,
I met him for the first time.
He was younger than I'd ever seen him,
didn't have a clue who I was,
and was quite the most beautiful man
I had ever met.
- Henry. - OLDEST CLARE: Here he was at last.
My soulmate since I was six years old.
And he was an asshole.
♪ ("TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪