DANCES WITH MIRA - A romantic-mystery short film

Oh Stitch, come on man, it's way too early for your crap. Uh, I beg to differ. It is never too early for a well-executed water prank, my friend. Stitch, was this the time on the clock whenever you decided to put it in the water? Uh, I don't know. It was like an hour ago. So late. Stitch, do me a favor, will you? Next time you decide to drown my alarm clock in the morning, maybe give me a wake-up call. Hey man, what's the rush? Class can wait. I'm about to fire up some premium bud here. It's breakfast time. You know, you should always start your day with a healthy breakfast. Can't argue the facts in nutrition, bro. Whatever. There comes a time in each man's life when he must truly reflect upon his work. He must carefully examine the path upon which he walks. Not all paths are right for every man. I'm sorry, sir. I'm not quite sure I fully understand. Oh, wow. Wow indeed, Mr. Amis. This is already your fourth subpar grade this semester. My point is, perhaps engineering is not for you. Not for me? To be honest, you seem to lack the skills. Your math is poor and you do not possess a strong enough focus to succeed in this field. Time to wake up, Mr. Amis. Hey, are you okay? Where did you come from? I was just walking by and I saw you out here. Are you hurt? Are you? No, no, I'm fine. It's just a little sprain. Okay, you got some mud on you. Do you, uh, do you come out here often? Uh, yeah, every day, actually. It's kind of where I belong, I guess. I'm Wilson. Mira. Nice to meet you, Mira. Yeah, you too. Well, I enjoyed the dance. Thank you very much for the show. Yeah, well, I'll be here all week. Maybe a little less mud in the next performance, though. It could confuse the horror fans in the audience. Okay, well, you know what? I will run that suggestion by the choreographer. Yeah, you do that. Good. Yeah. Let me help you up. Oh, thank you. Sure. Maybe I'll, uh, I'll see you around. Bye. Forgot my briefcase. Um, well, it was nice meeting you. Bye. Will is like the master artiste. He's always working on some crazy Van Gogh-like art ----. That's what I said, Van Gogh. We're almost out of stock here, people. We probably have to head downtown soon. All right, this is what we're gonna do. We'll take my car. Karen and Will, you guys go in the back seat. Mary, you sit up front with me and you can hump the radio. But remember, guys, you gotta be safe and be careful. The college killer is on the loose. I couldn't wait for this moment. I thought those bozos were never gonna let us be alone. Yeah. Karen, I'm sorry. Uh, I'm so sorry. For what? For that. For this. I just don't think that we... This just wouldn't work, if I'm being honest. I'm... I'm really sorry. Forget it. Whatever. Hey, tiny dancer. I'm back for more, huh? I'm glutton for punishment. Let's just pass him by. Yeah, pass him by? Yeah. Two days in a row out here in the middle of nowhere. I was catching some stuff, actually. Yeah, let me see. Wow. Are you a professional artist? I wish. I mean, you should be. Are you? Are you okay? I mean, you're... You're really bruised up. Yeah, I'm... It's okay, I'm just too much dancing. Okay. Hey, do you want to see something? Okay. Come on, follow me. What? See this? Yeah, it's a tree all right. No, Dopey, not this. This. The giant junk missing right here. Oh. See it? Yeah, that's a pretty big piece missing. It's bigger than it looks. Too. Here, feel. The line between life and death. Wilson, will you come back here and see me again tomorrow? Come see? Yeah, sure, if you want me to. Promise? I promise. Hey, man. Ah, he's still alive. No missing persons report necessary. What? It appears I've been blessed with a rare appearance by the great Wilson Armise. Are you okay? Me? Oh, sure. Damn. What's the problem, man? You want to fill me in here? Oh, so now he cares. What are you talking about, man? What does that even mean? What do my thoughts matter to you anyway, huh? Obviously, you're too worried about weird chicks who dance around in remote fields. I don't get it. That's got nothing to do with you. Exactly. Okay, you haven't hung out with us in like three weeks. We don't ever see you anymore. You're like a ghost. I guess you're too good for us now. Give me a break, Stitch, will you? Yeah, and even when you're here, you're not here. The only thing that matters to you is these field girls. You seriously screwed up with Karen. Okay, she is really pissed off. I had to bust my ass to cool her down. The whole thing's just flat out embarrassing. Nobody asked you to set us up. You guys wanted me and Karen to get together, but did any of you stop and consider, I don't know, what I would have wanted? What are you babbling about? You couldn't wait to get with Karen. When have you ever heard me confess this undying love for her, man? No, never. And that's your problem. Okay, all of you. The only things that matter to you guys are finding the buzz or the thrill. But what you don't do ever is just stop and open your eyes. Take some inventory about really what's important. About the things that actually matter. I'll tell you something else, man. That's what real friends do. Screw you, man. Screw you. Go to hell. Hey, Stitch. Stitch. Hold on, Stitch. Hey, you want me to throw this away, kid? Uh, no. I'm gonna hold on to that. Thanks. Looks pretty good. You did it. Thanks. Yeah. Yeah, I did. Booming artist. I'm trying to be, I guess. This girl here, is she a real person? She looks kind of familiar to me. Yeah. Yeah, she's real. Her name's Mira. Mira Pacer. I met her about a month ago. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sir, are you all right? What's the problem? Is this some kind of a sick joke? A joke? What? Be Mira Pacer. And there's no way you saw her a month ago. There's no way you could have. Why? Mira Pacer lived in this rooming house six years ago as a student. No, she never mentioned that to me. She died in a car crash in 1972. Yeah, she slammed her car into a big tree over by the field near Rouset Road on her way to the 99. Poor girl died on impact. That can't be right. Sorry, but that, sir, that has to be... The road was still slick from the rain that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was working for the fire department at the time, so I remember the details. It's a hard memory for this town to hold on to. Sorry. Can you come back here and see me again tomorrow?