Synopsis: Henry is a loner, living with his overprotective mother in a small Southern town called Battlecreek. Henry has a rare sin disease and must avoid sunlight. He lives his life at night -- hanging out at the diner, working the night shift at the gas station and swimming in the creek under the moonlight. Henry doesn't know who he is or what he wants, until he meets Alison. When Alison's car breaks down in Battlecreek, she answers the "help wanted" sign at the diner to pay for the repair. Henry is immediately drawn to the mysterious girl. Alison shows Henry that he can live a life he thought impossible, even at the cost of losing his mom and freeing him from his past.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Alison Eastwood
Production: Maindiner Music & Film
  1 nomination.
97 min


Every Tuesday you light up

like a goddamn Christmas tree.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

You look at me.

He screwed you, too?

Screwed you, too,

like the other ones?


Huh? He screwed you, too?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Come here.

I'm talking to you. Hey!

Come on.

Come one, boy.

Here we go, baby.

Who's a good dog?


- Good dog.






Have I told you you have what

we call fire-shaped hands?

Full of passion

and pent up energy.

Always looking for somewhere

to put all that...

I didn't come here

to get my palm read.

Hey, Henry.

Thought that boy of yours was a vampire.

Only coming out at night.

Carl, we wouldn't want you

to be late, now would we?

Carl was just stopping by.

I got you these.

My talented baby should have new

brushes to paint the world with.


So, how was work?

It was fine.

Mrs. Martin's on

her way over.

I'm taking her under tonight.

I thought you weren't gonna

do that again with her.

She wasn't ready before.

What does she think

she's ready now?

Because contrary to

what you might think,

Henry Pearl, there are certain

things I do in fact know.

And I know

what people need.

If you say so.

I'll put a new shirt

on your bed, baby.

How you doing, darling?

All right. You?

Well, I'm fed up, Henry.

Since the bottling plant

laid him off

Arnie's done nothing except

wear a groove in my sofa.

And, he made me throw away

every bottle in the house.

I may just move in

with my mother.

You may wanna rethink that.


How's the old bird?

Still colorful as ever?

Maybe I should

come by and see her.

See what's on the horizon.

God help me.

Aw! My mother used to read me

poetry every night, before bed.

I always liked them. Not too

many words to get caught up on.

I guess. Sometimes.

Arnie says I have

the attention span of a flea.

Like he can talk!

I don't think that man can even

read, aside from the TV guide.

Quit your yapping, Melinda,

and move that ass.

Sorry, kid,

I broke a yolk.

Two eggs, sunny side up,

sorta, and a side of cakes.

Dig in, Henry.


I guess Arnie ain't

that bad a guy, after all.

See you reading that

fiction again, Henry.

I was told,

"You want it, you got

to seek the truth."

Plato says, "Poetry is near

to truth than history."

Now, Frost, he likens it

to taking life by the throat.

I like that.

Taking life by the throat.

- That's good.

- I keep telling you.

Poems have

their own language.

Whole different rhythm,

different than anything else.

Kinda like you jazz.

Nah, it ain't

nothing like my jazz.

People just get scared

of all of it.

It's just a matter of listening,

taking in what's there.

You know what I believe?

I believe...

read too much...

and you drank too little.

You've to throw that in.

Huh? Huh?

All right, then.

I ain't bad.


What am I gonna

do with this now?

Let's see.


- Sh*t's getting old.

- You all right?

I'm all right,

I'm all right.

I'm good, I'm good.


- I'll get it.

- Yeah, okay, go. Go and get that.

How you doing, Henry?

Would you mind

putting that out.

What can I do for you?

- You got no gas?

- No, it's out of order.

Why don't you gimme

two of them gallons of oil.


Yeah, I got it.

How you doing there, Magnus?

Doing all right.


Doing all right. Thank you.

Man, you two must be bored to sh*t here,

night after night, no TV, no women.

I'd blow my

goddamn brains out.

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