You know, you could just leave him.

It's not that simple, Ben.
I mean, I can't possibly just walk...

Anything's possible, come on.
Anything.
You can just drop your stuff right now
and stay here tonight and
never go back there again.
Or we could... go up to the rooftop
and build an exotic flower garden,
or we could... take one of my cameras
and dress up like homeless people
and infiltrate their community
and take pictures of their lives.
Or we could take my TV
and throw it off the balcony
and replace it with coloring books.
Or we could leave Terminus tomorrow.
New Year's fucking Eve.
We could.

Leave?

We'll go down to the station,
we'll walk up to Terminal 13
and we'll get on a train
and we'll get in our
own private compartment.
Rip each other's clothes off
and fuck our way to freedom.
We'll go to the country
and start a life.
A real life.
Mya and Ben.
New Year's Eve,
Terminal 13, Mya and Ben.
And you don't look back.


That's beautiful.

It's possible.
Leave him.




GOD I LOVE THIS MOVIE
SO FUCKING PSYCHOTIC AND RICH