It Follows

Hey. Are you OK?

Yeah.

- You need some help? - No.

Annie? What are you doing?

I'm fine, Dad.

What's the matter? What's going on?

Annie?

Dad? Hi.

I love you.

I know. I know.

I just wanted you and Mom to know how much I love you.

Dad, I'm sorry I can be such a shit to you sometimes.

I don't know why I do that.

Just know that I love you, OK?

I just really love you both.

Hey, Jay.

Hey. What's up?

Nothing.

Paul and Yara are here.

We're going to watch a movie if you feel like it.

Actually, I'm going out tonight.

That guy?

I like him.

Me, too.

I see you.

You will have access to advanced information relative

to the time and strength of the forthcoming atomic tests.

What about it?

You will provide us with that information

as soon as it is available.

I see.

- OK. Sounds good. - You're afraid of an overload.

You can't tap enough electricity wherever

you get it from to control... a strong enough charge.

You are a clever man, doctor.

Perhaps too clever.

And what makes you think

I'll give you any information?

It is the only way you can save

your own life when the time comes.

You will be transported to one of our platforms in space...

- What are you reading? - The Idiot.

And resettled here when our operation is completed.

Is it any good?

I don't know yet. It's about Paul.

- Hey, Jay. - Hey, Paul.

I'll have to do as you say.

You are lying, Doctor. Your only wish is to betray us.

Stop.

- Hey, I have an idea. - What?

- It got away. -

You are an unwilling subject, Dr. Martin.

What? Who are you?

You ever play the trade game?

No. What is that?

It's a people watching game.

My sister and I used to play it when we were bored.

You're bored right now?

No. Shut up. Let me finish.

OK. How do you play?

You start by watching the crowd.

Casually scope out the people around you.

OK.

Now without telling me,

pick a person you'd want to trade places with.

It can be anyone for whatever reason.

OK, I got it.

Now I get two guesses to figure out who you picked

and why you want to trade places with them.

OK, good luck.

That guy.

Nope.

OK, then. Who'd you pick?

Him.

The dad? No, the son.

I mean, how cool would that be to have your whole life

ahead of you, you know?

Come on, it's not like you're old.

You're 21.

I know, but look at how happy that kid is.

Plus, at that age,

you can go to the bathroom any time you want.

Total freedom.

Yeah. He's probably taking a shit right now.

Yeah, exactly.

- I could never get away with that. -

OK, my turn.

OK.

OK, 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...

- I don't see who you're talking about. - Can we go?

I'm sorry. I just, I just don't feel well.

Can we, can we go back to 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 with a 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 Hugh?

Good. Mostly.

I don't know. He was acting kind of weird last night.

Why?

He said he wasn't feeling well.

But it seemed like something was on his mind.

Have you...

- No. - No.

I know he wants to. But... I don't know.

It seemed different last night.

Do I smell bad?

Like, uh, cherry coke, banana nicotine.

That's my favorite flavor.

Mom will love it.

Let's go back to the car.

It's funny. I used to daydream

about being old enough to go on dates,

and drive around with 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 started to change colors.

It was never about going anywhere really.

Just having some sort of freedom, I guess.

Now that we're old enough, where 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 gonna believe me,

but I need you to remember what I'm saying.

OK?

This thing...

...it's gonna follow you.

Somebody gave it to me

and I passed it to you back in the car.

It can look like someone you know

or it could be a stranger in a crowd.

Whatever helps it get close to you.

It can look like anyone

but there's only one of it.

Help. Help!

Sometimes, sometimes I think it looks like

people you love just to hurt you.

I see it.

I see it.

No. No, no.

Who is it?

You can get rid of it, OK?

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 fuck do you want?

Jay, I'm doing this to help you.

Just so 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 with 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."

That's why we're drinking on the porch.

Is your Mom asleep already?

Almost for sure.

She wakes up at 5:15. That would kill me.

So, where's Jay at?

On a date.

Your turn.

Who is he?

Somebody new.

Of course.

Your sister's so pretty, it's annoying.

It is annoying.

Well, at least she's nice.

Is everything OK?

Just don't let it touch you.

Jay!

Jimmy Caras, challenger, and world pocket billiard champ Willie Mosconi

join in some special cue artistry.

Their cross country match ends in Chicago.

Caras demonstrates some Chinese billiards

and some beautiful slight of hand.

Even a champ can miss in this game, but he...