We hear his phone beep. He takes out his phone from his front pocket and opens the text. “I HATE YOU,” it said. He rolls his eyes as he brings out a pack of cigarette and puts a stick in his mouth, lits it. He connects his neon green earphones to his phone before he pockets it again. We hear the steady beat of the bass starts.

“Inside your house, I feel the sunshine…”

We see a girl’s hand quickly stealing the stick from his mouth.We see Judith looking at us, looking mad and disgusted, and she tries to hold her laugh.

She takes the cigar and blows a puff, then throws it away. She grabs him by the hand. They run.


They come to a halt because of a stoplight; They catch their breath while waiting.

We see the stoplight counting down to 3… Close up of her eyes. 2. Close up of his eyes… 1. They run.

They run, hand in hand towards us. They run fast against the hectic crowd, towards the populated train station.

INT. TRAIN. – Continuous.

When they’re inside the train, she takes one of his earphones and wears it.

“Heart attack, it will be gone. If we just get along.”

She nods her head to the beat and starts dancing. But she gets wilder, dancing like a crazy person with no grace. She grabs both of his arms and makes him dance, as crazy as she does. He dances with her, the crowd looks but seems uninterested. The train stops at their station and they run again.

INT. BEDROOM. – Magic hour

We see them enter his bedroom. They look at each other, Judith lets go of his hand. She takes off her earphone and makes him wear it again.

“In your house, dark sets in around.”

He properly drops his bag to his chair as she circles his room in the background. She looks at his desk, full of books, papers, and other stuff from school. Judith looks at him, gives him a wry smile and nods. She pushes everything off the table. She tears of the reviewers he made full of highlight. Judith looks at the calendar marked of deadlines. She grabs a Sharpie and starts doodling Spongebob on it. He just watches in disbelief. She realizes he is looking, and hands him the Sharpie instead.

He looks puzzled. He laughs and starts doodling a Patrick.

He starts to tear off things off his wall as well – things that made him feel cornered in a world he does not want to belong to. He threw things out the window – things he knew he wanted to let go of but never did. He grabs his butterfly knife and slowly walks towards Judith.

She was busy doodling, sitting on the edge of his bed. We see the sudden gush of terror in her eyes when she lays eyes on what he is holding. She backs away as he lifts the knife – and starts stabbing his pillows. We see her laugh in relief. She stands on the bed and grabs the pillows, tearing it even wider, pouring the feathers all over the bed. They make a mess in the room and they seem happy.

They both fall tired to the bed, lying beside each other.

Judith suddenly climbs on top of him. She smiles.

She leans closer to his ear and we see her mouth the last lyrics of the song.

“There’s a lonely road to Sunday night.”

[Music stops]

We see him looking surprised. From his point of view, we see the bedroom ceiling.

He realizes Judith isn’t there at all. He sits up. He takes his earphones off and we hear ambient sounds. He looks around the room – all tidy and in order.