Do you still watch these?
I hope not.
I hope you have
something better to do.
Or someone.
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?
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.
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.
I think
Mommy's sad again.
Mommy's fine. Why don't you
go up and play with your toys.
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.
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.
It's the story
of the time traveler's wife.
Hmm.
Mark? Mark, is that you?
This is my place.
You're not supposed
to come here.
Hello, Clare.
Who are you?
- It's Henry.
- Henry?
Have you seen dinosaurs?
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?
No, I'm afraid not.
- Do you have a wife?
- Yeah.
- What's her name?
Well. Funnily enough,
her name is Clare.
- Like me.
- Yeah. Like you.
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?
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.
Can you make it tomorrow if
you pull off another one?
No, sweetie,
of course not.
What's it for, then?
You haven't changed
the calendar.
You can change
it for me, hon.
You want to do it?
This book is empty.
It's a notebook.
Can I have it?
Hey, sleepyhead.
Well done on
bringing a notebook.
- You told me to.
- Oh, did I?
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.
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.
At first, it seemed
like there were lots of Henrys.
There was the one
with the dark hair.
He was the funniest.
Why do we have to play checkers?
I've got a Nintendo.
I can't play games with screens.
- It makes me time travel.
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?
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.
Again?
Of course, it didn't matter
because really they were...
all the same Henry,
just shuffled.
You can come in the
house, you know.
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...
Yeah. In... in the
future. In 2008.
- Why?
- Uh, I just do.
I just... 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.
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?
There's not a game
until you've shuffled the deck,
but once you've shuffled,
you can never know
what's coming next.
Clare! Clare! Clare!
Henry!
It was funny.
I didn't hear the
g*nshots. Only him.
Henry!
- Clare!
- Clare, what are you doing?
- Who did you sh**t?
- I nearly sh*t you!
Clare, you know not
to come out here
when we're hunting. I've
told you and told you.
Who did you sh**t?
Who shouted my name?
Nobody shouted your name.
Sweetie, you were
dreaming. Now, listen...
Henry!
Henry! Henry!
- Henry!
Clare? Clare
what's wrong, darling?
You sh*t someone.
- You sh*t a man!
- Well, where is he?
Look at the blood!
- What blood?
- There was blood.
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.
Aha! See? Didn't
see that coming.
You could be out
there somewhere, dying.
Well, I'm not. I'm sitting
here, talking to you.
Somewhere in time.
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.
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.
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...
a witch must come.
- Clare?
Clare, is that you?
Ah, there aren't
any clothes, here.
- Where are the clothes?
- Well, they're not in the box.
- Hey.
Oh.
Hello.
You're looking very,
uh...
- Sixteen.
Yep.
- 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...
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.
- Scattered?
- Yeah, scattered.
You just have to
go look for them.
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.
- Come on.
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.
- Me too.
I don't want ice cream.
- It'll cool you down.
- I don't want to cool down.
I want you to cool down.
I'll need napkins, I'm not good
- with eating with my...
- I know.
Hey, Jason!
- Hey, Ruth! Come on!
I'll see you tonight.
I'm gonna see you tonight, right?
Mm-hmm.
This assh*le's not gonna get
in my way tonight, is he?
- Friends of yours?
I know them.
Get outta here!
Oh, yeah!
Get outta here!
- Clare.
What's up, guys?
- How's it going?
Yeah, I'm good.
- Hey, Clare.
Hey.
Clare! Miss Look
But Don't Touch.
- Nice dress.
- It's not for your benefit.
-Come here! You're
just in time -For what?
Abs. Millions of
them. Come on.
- What are we looking at?
- The pool!
The pool of men!
Oh, my God!
I know. I haven't seen
him since last year.
And he is
looking so good!
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.
The one you
were having ice cream with.
We all saw you.
Is he married?
- He looks married.
- He looks old.
- Same thing.
- He's just someone I know.
- I'm not, you know, seeing him.
- 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.
Chug! Chug!
All right, guys, one more time.
- Jason's filled out a bit.
If you've only
just noticed that,
you haven't been looking
in the right places.
Geronimo!
If you're pining
over some old married guy,
you know it's never
going to happen.
Henry! Henry!
Clare!
Clare, are you all
right? I'm here.
- Henry!
- Clare!
Oh.
- Clare, hi.
- Hi.
Clothes this time.
Good, thanks.
I'll let you get dressed.
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.
Aren't you worried
someone's gonna see us.
No one's home. I'm not stupid.
You okay?
- Clare!
Get in!
I'm not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on.
- Get in!
- Okay.
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?
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.
- -Red
light! Red light! Red light!
- Jesus, Clare!
You're a nervous passenger,
you should work on that.
Will you please
f*cking slow down!
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?
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?
I'm not allowed to die.
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
k*ll everybody else!
Oh, calm down,
'cause you know what?
I can do this with my eyes shut!
- Jesus Christ!
- Okay, you wanna drive, fine!
What the hell is
the matter with you?
It's about
time you f*cking asked!
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 k*lled 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!
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.
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!
So...
something happened. Do
you want to talk about it?
Have you ever been arrested?
Well, uh,
I show up naked places
and steal to eat,
so, yeah, I've been arrested.
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.
There's a boy.
Named Jason.
Jason Everleigh. At
my school, a jock.
Okay?
What about Jason?
I need you to k*ll him.
Why?
Newberry Library,
Special Collection.
Who? Oh. No, wait. Wait. The
new kid, what's his name?
Henry DeTamble.
At your service!
Hi. Call for me?
Did she sound angry?
- Wasn't a she.
- Awesome.
- Hello.
- Hey, it's me.
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.
Why? Are
you gonna k*ll someone?
Between eight and
ten, you got that?
You are gonna k*ll someone.
- Hanging up now.
- f*ck you.
f*ck you too.
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.
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.
It's when he's ready
to k*ll for you.
- Glove box.
- What?
Glove box.
It's my dad's.
What the hell did he do to you?
He's an assh*le.
- Oh, well...
I used to be an assh*le myself.
- Well, no cars in the driveway.
- No, he's home alone. I checked.
Jesus. I'm coming! All right.
Who are you?
Okay, there's a car behind me,
and you're going to
get in the trunk.
Why?
Because if I m*rder
you right here,
it might be really
hard to get away with,
- and I might get in trouble.
- Hello. Did you hear me?
Hello, g*n, wakey wakey.
Jesus Christ,
you're splashing me!
What kind of a person pees
on someone at gunpoint?
What the hell is wrong with you?
- Duck your head.
I'm gonna close the trunk,
duck your head or
it's gonna hurt.
You're
gonna k*ll me.
Yeah, well, don't
make things worse.
He peed on me.
- Okay.
- Worst m*rder ever.
- What's that noise?
- Mm.
Oh! It's okay,
it's not your car.
He's just breathing funny.
- Didn't you get his inhaler?
- His what?
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.
We're not going to k*ll him.
Okay.
You're going to hurt
him, and I'm gonna watch,
but we're not going to k*ll him.
- What are you laughing at?
I mean, k*ll 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.
Jesus Christ!
- Are you okay?
Mm.
- Did he r*pe you?
- No.
- Did he r*pe 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?
He got angry.
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.
He b*rned me.
He what?
He had a cigarette.
f*ck! f*ck!
Okay, so you just said
we're not gonna k*ll him.
- No, we're not.
- You're gonna go home.
- You're gonna leave this to me.
- No. We're not gonna k*ll 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 k*ll him.
He didn't r*pe me.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Of
course he r*ped me.
Of course he did.
I was in his car, there
was no one to see.
Why wouldn't he r*pe me?
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.
Come on Get out.
Get the f*ck out. Come on.
You don't
admit that a monster
was the first man inside you
when you're talking to the
man it should have been.
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.
Of course, he's been dead
such a long time now.
I think we're safe
from him now, Clare.
- What are you gonna do to me?
- I'm not sure.
Clare, any ideas?
f*ck!
Are you gonna k*ll me?
k*ll you?
You're an asthmatic who
smokes, who needs to k*ll you?
What do you think, Clare? Hey?
Break his eardrums?
- Break his nose?
No, wait, he's broken
that once already.
- What about cut his Achilles tendons?
- No.
He wouldn't be playing
football for a long time.
No! Please. No.
Don't f*cking 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 f*cking phone!
Show him the phone.
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!
Hey. Come here.
- No!
Go on, Clare.
Show him the phone.
Show him your texts.
- I deleted them.
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 sh*t
you're gonna do to me,
when you're done b*ating
the crap out of me...
my phone is in my robe pocket.
I didn't delete those texts.
Read them, then see
how you f*cking feel.
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.
"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 f*ck 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 f*ck would you know?
Because I'm her f*cking husband!
I...
- sh*t, I think I'm going.
- No, not now!
I don't know why, but I think
you're going to need this.
I love you.
sh*t.
I didn't want Jason to
die of an asthma att*ck
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.
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.
But
that's another story.
Hello, Henry.
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.
Here he was at last.
My soulmate since I
was six years old.
And he was an assh*le.