One Hour Photo

Turn to your right.

That's it, sir, you're done. Please follow the orange line.

We processed the film we found in your bag.

They're not very pretty pictures.

Also, you left the camera in the hotel.

We processed that roll as well.

- Can I see them? - That's not a courtesy, Mr. Parrish,

this is evidence.

Do you guys have your own lab, or do you have to send it out?

We have a lab.

Your legal aide should be here within 30 minutes or so.

You don't have to talk to me until she gets here if you don't want to.

- You know that, Sy? - Uh-huh.

Good.

- Sy, can I ask you one question? - Sure.

What was it about William Yorkin that upset you so?

I mean, what did he do to provoke all of this?

SY". Family photos depict smiling faces.

Births, weddings, holidays...

Happy birthday!

...children's birthday parties.

People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives.

Someone looking through our photo album

would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence

free of tragedy.

No one ever takes a photograph of something they want to forget.

We're gonna go.

- Sure you don't need my help? - Yeah.

- Sorry, kiddo, I gotta work. - Doesn't matter!

- I'll get takeout for dinner, okay? - Okay.

- See you. - See you.

- Jake, are you coming, or what? - I'm coming!

- There's one. - Okay.

Can I look at toys?

For a minute. I'm just dropping off some film. Make sure you can see me.

Okay.

- Hey, Mrs. Yorkin. - Hey, Yoshi, how are you?

- How have you been? - We're doing good, thanks.

- Got three rolls today. - Okay.

- Can I get the address? -It's...

326 Serrano Terrace, Yoshi.

I'll take care of Mrs. Yorkin. What have we got today?

Two rolls, and I think I've got one in here as well.

Can I have two prints of each, please?

Leica Minilux.

That's a very nice camera.

Really? Will's trying to get me to go digital...

Don't do that. I'd be out of a job.

- You have one shot left. - That's okay.

- It's a shame to waste it. -It's fine.

No, please, I look horrible.

- How's Jake doing? - He's great.

- He just had a birthday, and... - Oh.

How old is he, nine?

- That's right, he just turned nine. -Nine.

There we go. Got a winner.

Thanks.

- When do you need these by? - Can I have them today?

We close at 7:00 on Sundays.

Well, it's not important. I can swing by tomorrow.

You're one of our best customers.

I'll have them for you by the time we close.

- Thank you so much. - No, problem.

- I'll do some shopping. - See you in 40 minutes.

- Thanks,Sy.Bye. - Bye.

Hey, Jake.

You sliced through an exposure on that last roll.

Yes, Yoshi, I know. I made a mistake.

Mrs. Levitt has a problem, offer her a free roll of film.

All right.

I've been doing P.O.S. mini-lab work for over 20 years now.

I consider it an important job.

When houses are on fire,

what's the first thing people save after their pets and loved ones?

The family photos.

Some people think this is a job for a clerk.

They actually believe that any idiot attending a two-day seminar

can master the art of making beautiful prints in less than an hour.

But of course, like most things,

there's far more to it than meets the eye.

I've seen the prints they fob off on people at the Rexall or Fotek.

Milky, washed-out prints.

Too dark prints.

There's no sense of reverence for the service they're providing people.

I process these photos as if they were my own.

I see someone had quite a birthday party.

- I did them 5-by-7 for you. - Oh.

I wanted them 4-by-6.

The larger ones are better. I didn't charge you extra for them.

It's okay, I guess.

- How much do I owe you? -$30.06. But let's call it an even 30.

All right, thanks.

- We have a gift for birthday boys. - Really?

That's right. Birthday boys get a free camera.

Jake, what do you say?

Thanks.

You're welcome, buddy.

We're taking Jake to Six Flags, so...

- I'll see you very soon. - See you.

- Come on, Jake. - Bye.

See you, Jake.

- What a cool camera, huh? - Yeah.

Good night, A.J.

That's just great.

Look, this is a great shot.

- Nice truck. - I remember that.

- You guys are so cute. - This is a funny picture.

That is so sweet. This one's going into the trash.

Oh, my God. Look at your face, that's classic.

- I need that back. - You're not getting it back.

- I'm serious. - Don't give her it.

- Better give it to her. - No.

She's serious. She's serious.

- Hey! - Hey!

Told you.

How'd this one get in here?

- Oh, that's Sy. - Sy?

- Sy the photo guy. - Sy took it to finish off the roll.

Great. Now we have a picture of Sy the photo guy.

All right, guys, it's so past your bedtime, come on.

- Can I get you anything else? - No, thanks, just the check's fine.

- What you got there, family photos? - Yeah.

You mind if I take a look?

These are beautiful. That's a good shot.

These your relations?

- Yes. That's my little nephew, Jake. - He's a handsome boy.

Isn't he? Yeah, I got him a camera for his birthday.

- You must be his favorite uncle, then. - Oh, I don't know.

Sure I can't get you no more coffee, then?

- Oh, no. I'm fine, thanks. - Have a nice night, now.

You, too.

Mom?

What, pookie?

I feel bad for someone.

Somebody at school?

No.

What do you mean, you feel bad?

When someone seems sad, they don't have any friends

and people make fun of them, that makes me feel bad for them.

Who is sad and doesn't have any friends?

_Sy.j,

- The photo guy at the one-hour place? - Yeah.

- Oh, Jake. - I really feel bad for him.

But, Jake,

we don't know that Sy is sad.

We really don't know that much about him, you know.

I mean, he might even have a lot of friends.

And he probably has a girlfriend and a mommy and a daddy who love him.

JAKE". I don't think he does.

That is so sweet of you to think of somebody else like that, you know.

Listen, Jake,

not everybody is as lucky as we are.

You know?

But maybe if we send them good thoughts,

it'll make them feel better.

So why don't we close our eyes and send Sy some good thoughts?

- Okay. - Okay? All right.

- Ready? - Yeah.

There.

I bet next time we see Sy,

he won't seem so sad.

Okay.

- You have to go to sleep, pookie. - Okay.

I love you.

- Good night. - Good night.

There you go. Come on.

How do you think we pay for all this? I'm just asking you.

You think a money fairy slips an envelope under my pillow every month?

- What are you even talking about? - All of this stuff.

The new Mercedes, the matching washer and dryer,

the fucking Jil Sander blouse you have on now. How?

I love you, Nin, I do.

But if you want our life to look like something out of a magazine,

I'm sorry, I've gotta work to make that happen.

Do you even believe what you're saying, huh?

This is not about things, Will.

And it's not about money.

You're neglectful.

- Do you understand that? - What?

You're an emotionally neglectful husband.

And you're an emotionally neglectful father.

- Got it now? - That's fucking great. Neglectful?

You're not here, Will. You're not here.

You're never here.

I'm going to bed.

If in your mind...

Bart, what's wrong with you?

Oh, my God! Someone's trying to kill me!

Oh, wait, it's for Bart.

Who'd wanna hurt me? I'm this century's Dennis the Menace.

It's probably the person you least suspect.

That's good, Dad.

SY". Monday is our busiest day.

People shoot most of their pictures on weekends.

The store has several regular customers.

There's Mrs. Von Unwerth, who only takes pictures of her cats.

I've never seen a picture of a human being. Just cats.

Two copies, please, Mr. Parrish.

There's Mr. Siskind. Mr. Siskind is an insurance claims adjuster.

He only brings in pictures of wrecked cars.