The Girl on the Train

Synopsis: A documentary filmmaker boards a train at Grand Central Terminal, heading to upstate New York to interview the subjects of his latest project. A chance encounter with a mysterious young woman leads him on a journey of a very different sort, and within the blink of an eye, Hart is forced to leave his complacent life behind for a world in which the line between fantasy and reality is blurred. As Hart tells his strange story to a police detective he finds himself being questioned as Martin tries to discover whether Hart is the victim or the suspect in the strange affair.
Genre: Thriller
Director(s): Larry Brand
Production: Monterey Media
  1 win.
80 min

You're not real.

Weren't your eyes green?

And your hair?

You weren't what I thought.

A real person would never

say that. That proves it.

You weren't what I thought.

Weren't your eyes green?

That proves it. A real person

would never say that.

I get to make it whatever

I want. That proves it.

A real person

would never say that.

The things is,

even after everything,

I wanted to believe.

Duct-taped to a chair,

inches from oblivion,

I still wanted to believe her.

It's a myth that we use

only five percent of our brains.

Ask anyone who's lost

even the smallest bit.

No, we use

pretty much all of it,

and usually

that's not enough.

We never catch the turtle who sits

on the turtle who sits on the...


It's turtles all the way down.

A lot to learn.

A moment too late.

Are you ready?

What did you have for breakfast

this morning, Mr. Herzman?

Who cares about that?

I'm just getting

sound levels.

Ham and eggs,

like every morning.


The trains were hell.

But even hell has levels.

Some are in the middle

of the car,

and they're probably

not going to make it.

The heat from the bodies...

Their hell is worse.

But my father pushed me

to the edge.

There wasn't a window there,

but there were slats,

and through the slats sometimes

a breath of fresh air.


We stopped at a station


Standing still

is worse than moving,

even if you're moving

to something bad.

A bit of light

hit my eye,

so I squeezed closer

to the slat.

Then suddenly...

a beautiful face appears...

with innocent blue eyes.

An angel.

But I didn't believe

in angels,

even then when I was a boy,

certainly not in this place.

The Herzman story had been featured in a

local paper and was picked up nationally.

Before they knew it, they had a book

deal, and there was talk of a movie.

I thought it'd make

an interesting documentary.

History Channel?

That kind of thing?


Internet says

you make movies.


I prefer fiction.

Why is that?

It's more believable.

I was late, as usual,

hustling to make the 9:40 to

Hudson where the Herzmans lived.

In the city,

you're always in a hurry.

Gotta get to that meeting,

business lunch, the ATM.

People are just obstacles,


And every now and then, a face

you can't get out of your mind.

Who is this person,

and how did

our trajectories cross?

What histories does she bring, and what myths

might we create if only given the chance?

And you want to say something,

but you can't find the words.

You're just not that guy.

So she'll always be a face

among faces, a cipher.

You'll never talk on the phone,

recognize her scent.

You won't face each other

over a bistro table,

taste the Malbec, learn

each other's favorite color.

She is, in short,

every girl you'll never know,

never love.

Better never

to have seen her at all.

Now you understand

the ancient wisdom...

Rip out the offending eye.

Except I'd captured her

in my camera.

And like that,

she was gone.

I was getting some B-roll, and she

was just a face across the platform.

No reason to believe

you'd ever see her again.

There are physicists who believe

there are universes like ours...

but with one

or two things changed.

I thought maybe there was

a universe where we might meet.

I didn't think

it'd be this one.

Other universes?


That what you believe?

I find it comforting.

For simplicity's sake,

let's keep to this universe.

It was a little girl,

maybe five or six,

with pretty blonde curls.

She peered at me

through the slat,

a boy only a little

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