Hiding in Daylight (2019) - full transcript
After a gay purge in a dystopian future, two couples who secretly meet once a week to reminisce about their former openly gay lives must decide if their clandestine meetings are worth risking their lives.
(joyful violin music)
(birds chirping)
- Something smells really great babe.
- Just finishing up dessert.
Dinner will be ready in five so clean up.
- You're the only dessert I need.
- Maybe we should skip the meal.
- Fine by me.
45P MURT request full shut down mode.
(joyful music continues)
- Adam Peterson identified.
Audio shutdown, two hour limit.
(machine shuts down)
(joyful music)
(door locks)
- Chop, chop ladies!
Hurry it up or we're
gonna drink all the wine.
- Oh, jeez, hang on a minute!
- Girls take forever!
- Seriously, every damn week!
- Unlike you two?
Wam, bam thank you ma'am?
- Or man.
(laughter)
(wine pours)
- Who wants to start?
- (sighs) Took a long walk
with Bella after school.
- Aw.
- She was the envy of every dog owner.
- Aw, you
really do have the cutest pooch
on the Upper West Side.
- My ninth grade history
class was torture.
Needed to decompress.
How are the choir kids?
- Challenging every word I say.
Because evidently I'm
not a young pop sensation
and the music degree on my wall is junk.
(laughter)
- Everyone's a critic.
You should see some of the stares I get
at my gallery showing.
(laughter)
- Has anyone tried that new
bistro on 78th and Broadway?
- It didn't get the best
write-up in the Times.
- So we're letting the Times
make all our decisions for us?
- Depends on who you ask.
Some believe it's full of fraud and lies.
Damn.
Sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
You left me wide open
with that Times reference.
- I got our season
tickets to the Met today.
La bohème is on the schedule.
- I love the opera.
It's such a top shelf art-form
- Ah. Nice alcohol reference.
- Cheers, from the Great Balcony.
(glass clanging)
- I've narrowed down our summer home
in P-Town to three places.
Should we book East End or West End?
- Stop with this shit.
P-Town is a ghost town and
we're not going to the opera.
- We know.
We only get to do this once a week.
Let us play our game.
Coffee anyone?
- Seriously?
It's a friggen over in here.
Get your air fixed Scott.
- Or crack a window.
- You know we can't crack a window.
(eerie music)
- I think I need something stronger.
- Well this is fun.
Next subject?
- Okay, social media.
Created as an addiction so people will
freely give away information.
- I have to report all the
prescriptions I fill at work.
- Another executive order signed today.
- Ugh, he's the reason we're
stuck in this hetero-shitstorm
- Don't blame them.
- I'm not blaming, I'm
stating a fact, Val.
I'm stuck here pretending
to be just like them
because of that asshole.
- We have allies putting
themselves on the line for us.
- I'm sorry?
I must have missed this
on state-run media.
Did some straight person
punch the sovereign?
- You can always count on
Paul for a witty response.
(laughter)
- Just trying to hold on
to some part of the old me.
- At least your fake name doesn't sound
like a Southern debutante.
- Oh, Cecille, you poor
sweet Southern thing,
I'll pray for you on Sunday.
(laughter) - Guys.
It's one night a week we get
to forget about all this shit.
(eerie music)
Can we please return to the game?
- Fucking game.
Our world is dead.
- That makes this all bearable.
(somber music)
(piano plays)
- What's going on?
- It's getting too risky.
These weekly meetings, playing the game.
We need to stop.
- Are you serious?
Twenty-two years together, Scott.
It's worth one night a week.
- I'm with Paul on this.
- Mm-mm, Scott says "Stop. Game over,"
We don't play.
So, anyone watch the Cowboys last Sunday?
Oh wait I can't talk football,
that's too butch of me.
- Seriously?
Everything going on and you're
worried about water rings.
- Whatever.
- Just remember this is our house.
- You're an ass.
- What's gotten into you Scott?
- Can you stop using our old names?
We paid good money for the new ones.
- Sorry, Adam.
(alarm sounds)
(helicopter circling)
(dogs barking) (alarm continues)
- I hate this sound.
- It's two doors down.
Man and a woman I never would
have pegged those two at all.
(distant shouting)
- Everything just changed in an instant.
I feel guilty we never befriended them.
- How could we have known Cecille?
- Are we supposed to
be happy it wasn't us?
- Might be,
next time.
- How were we so blind when this started?
- We weren't blind, we were complacent.
- The Chechnya gay purge,
That wedding cake debacle.
- Or that elderly lesbian couple.
They weren't even allowed to move in
to the same old folks home together.
- God bless.
- There were people resisting all of that.
- Well not enough.
And now we're stuck in
these fake marriages
and it is getting too dangerous.
We have got to stop.
- Who died and made you boss?
- They just carted our neighbors off.
You have a better plan?
- I have a better plan.
Do you have any champagne?
- What the hell are you celebrating?
- The two of you, it's your anniversary.
- Oh honey,
I'm so sorry.
How could I forget?
- I did too.
These fake lives.
I can't remember what I had for breakfast.
- Raise whatever's in your glass.
A toast. - No, let me do it.
I'm the one that put a
damper on this evening.
To the best friends a man could ever have.
Wishing you love, light, and
many happy years to come.
I'm sorry.
- Aw, Scott, now I can't come back
with a smart ass response.
(laughter) - Cheers.
- Cheers. (glass clanking)
- Come here.
- Happy Anniversary.
- Thank you.
- I love you.
- Love you too.
- This scares the shit out of me, sorry.
- Come on.
Let's dance. - Okay.
- Listen babe.
I think Scott might actually
be right about this.
- You're not serious are you?
- I don't think I can make it
if I didn't get to see you each week.
- It's just a little
step back in the closet.
It's fucking genocide out there.
They are wiping us out.
- We know that.
- Then let it go just for a little while.
- If I were picked up and put in a camp
at least I could be with you.
- As you line up to die?
You want that?
- Look, we've been hiding for
over three years now, we're
We're good.
- Til a neighbor turns
us in and carries us off!
- Stop it! Stop fighting!
I can't breathe, you're sucking
the air out of the room.
(door opens)
(heavy breathing)
(eerie music)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Monitoring complete.
Location confirmed.
Suspects on site.
- Copy that.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(door locks)
- New game.
(eerie music)
What would you do if
this were your last day?
- I'd, um,
I'd hold you.
And kiss you.
Make you realize how much I loved you
and that you mattered.
- I'd try not to be so goddamn petrified.
- You guys really don't get it?
The whole point is to not have a last day.
We have to... we have to...
We have to stop meeting.
Just for a while.
- No, Scott.
You don't get it.
It's not our decision.
(loud thud)
(alarm sounding) (women crying)
- I love you.
(door banging) Let's go.
- Open up!
(banging continues)
(alarm continues)
- Don't move!
Stay right there!
Put your hands up!
Get on the ground now!
Get on the ground!
(alarm continues)
(women screaming)
(somber opera music)
(opera music continues)
(birds chirping)
- Something smells really great babe.
- Just finishing up dessert.
Dinner will be ready in five so clean up.
- You're the only dessert I need.
- Maybe we should skip the meal.
- Fine by me.
45P MURT request full shut down mode.
(joyful music continues)
- Adam Peterson identified.
Audio shutdown, two hour limit.
(machine shuts down)
(joyful music)
(door locks)
- Chop, chop ladies!
Hurry it up or we're
gonna drink all the wine.
- Oh, jeez, hang on a minute!
- Girls take forever!
- Seriously, every damn week!
- Unlike you two?
Wam, bam thank you ma'am?
- Or man.
(laughter)
(wine pours)
- Who wants to start?
- (sighs) Took a long walk
with Bella after school.
- Aw.
- She was the envy of every dog owner.
- Aw, you
really do have the cutest pooch
on the Upper West Side.
- My ninth grade history
class was torture.
Needed to decompress.
How are the choir kids?
- Challenging every word I say.
Because evidently I'm
not a young pop sensation
and the music degree on my wall is junk.
(laughter)
- Everyone's a critic.
You should see some of the stares I get
at my gallery showing.
(laughter)
- Has anyone tried that new
bistro on 78th and Broadway?
- It didn't get the best
write-up in the Times.
- So we're letting the Times
make all our decisions for us?
- Depends on who you ask.
Some believe it's full of fraud and lies.
Damn.
Sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
You left me wide open
with that Times reference.
- I got our season
tickets to the Met today.
La bohème is on the schedule.
- I love the opera.
It's such a top shelf art-form
- Ah. Nice alcohol reference.
- Cheers, from the Great Balcony.
(glass clanging)
- I've narrowed down our summer home
in P-Town to three places.
Should we book East End or West End?
- Stop with this shit.
P-Town is a ghost town and
we're not going to the opera.
- We know.
We only get to do this once a week.
Let us play our game.
Coffee anyone?
- Seriously?
It's a friggen over in here.
Get your air fixed Scott.
- Or crack a window.
- You know we can't crack a window.
(eerie music)
- I think I need something stronger.
- Well this is fun.
Next subject?
- Okay, social media.
Created as an addiction so people will
freely give away information.
- I have to report all the
prescriptions I fill at work.
- Another executive order signed today.
- Ugh, he's the reason we're
stuck in this hetero-shitstorm
- Don't blame them.
- I'm not blaming, I'm
stating a fact, Val.
I'm stuck here pretending
to be just like them
because of that asshole.
- We have allies putting
themselves on the line for us.
- I'm sorry?
I must have missed this
on state-run media.
Did some straight person
punch the sovereign?
- You can always count on
Paul for a witty response.
(laughter)
- Just trying to hold on
to some part of the old me.
- At least your fake name doesn't sound
like a Southern debutante.
- Oh, Cecille, you poor
sweet Southern thing,
I'll pray for you on Sunday.
(laughter) - Guys.
It's one night a week we get
to forget about all this shit.
(eerie music)
Can we please return to the game?
- Fucking game.
Our world is dead.
- That makes this all bearable.
(somber music)
(piano plays)
- What's going on?
- It's getting too risky.
These weekly meetings, playing the game.
We need to stop.
- Are you serious?
Twenty-two years together, Scott.
It's worth one night a week.
- I'm with Paul on this.
- Mm-mm, Scott says "Stop. Game over,"
We don't play.
So, anyone watch the Cowboys last Sunday?
Oh wait I can't talk football,
that's too butch of me.
- Seriously?
Everything going on and you're
worried about water rings.
- Whatever.
- Just remember this is our house.
- You're an ass.
- What's gotten into you Scott?
- Can you stop using our old names?
We paid good money for the new ones.
- Sorry, Adam.
(alarm sounds)
(helicopter circling)
(dogs barking) (alarm continues)
- I hate this sound.
- It's two doors down.
Man and a woman I never would
have pegged those two at all.
(distant shouting)
- Everything just changed in an instant.
I feel guilty we never befriended them.
- How could we have known Cecille?
- Are we supposed to
be happy it wasn't us?
- Might be,
next time.
- How were we so blind when this started?
- We weren't blind, we were complacent.
- The Chechnya gay purge,
That wedding cake debacle.
- Or that elderly lesbian couple.
They weren't even allowed to move in
to the same old folks home together.
- God bless.
- There were people resisting all of that.
- Well not enough.
And now we're stuck in
these fake marriages
and it is getting too dangerous.
We have got to stop.
- Who died and made you boss?
- They just carted our neighbors off.
You have a better plan?
- I have a better plan.
Do you have any champagne?
- What the hell are you celebrating?
- The two of you, it's your anniversary.
- Oh honey,
I'm so sorry.
How could I forget?
- I did too.
These fake lives.
I can't remember what I had for breakfast.
- Raise whatever's in your glass.
A toast. - No, let me do it.
I'm the one that put a
damper on this evening.
To the best friends a man could ever have.
Wishing you love, light, and
many happy years to come.
I'm sorry.
- Aw, Scott, now I can't come back
with a smart ass response.
(laughter) - Cheers.
- Cheers. (glass clanking)
- Come here.
- Happy Anniversary.
- Thank you.
- I love you.
- Love you too.
- This scares the shit out of me, sorry.
- Come on.
Let's dance. - Okay.
- Listen babe.
I think Scott might actually
be right about this.
- You're not serious are you?
- I don't think I can make it
if I didn't get to see you each week.
- It's just a little
step back in the closet.
It's fucking genocide out there.
They are wiping us out.
- We know that.
- Then let it go just for a little while.
- If I were picked up and put in a camp
at least I could be with you.
- As you line up to die?
You want that?
- Look, we've been hiding for
over three years now, we're
We're good.
- Til a neighbor turns
us in and carries us off!
- Stop it! Stop fighting!
I can't breathe, you're sucking
the air out of the room.
(door opens)
(heavy breathing)
(eerie music)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Monitoring complete.
Location confirmed.
Suspects on site.
- Copy that.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(door locks)
- New game.
(eerie music)
What would you do if
this were your last day?
- I'd, um,
I'd hold you.
And kiss you.
Make you realize how much I loved you
and that you mattered.
- I'd try not to be so goddamn petrified.
- You guys really don't get it?
The whole point is to not have a last day.
We have to... we have to...
We have to stop meeting.
Just for a while.
- No, Scott.
You don't get it.
It's not our decision.
(loud thud)
(alarm sounding) (women crying)
- I love you.
(door banging) Let's go.
- Open up!
(banging continues)
(alarm continues)
- Don't move!
Stay right there!
Put your hands up!
Get on the ground now!
Get on the ground!
(alarm continues)
(women screaming)
(somber opera music)
(opera music continues)