They might be college boys, or the dark could make them appear younger. Ouch, the man hollers as his wife climbs over him, treading on his foot. She is moving down the aisle, she is opening the door, throwing a long rectangle of light onto the back rows, a line of patrons squinting in the sudden brightness. The door falls shut again. The ensuing silence makes it seem like a different movie.
Someone enters the theatre.
The man looks up but the figure keeps moving, sits down in one of the front rows. It could be someone who has arrived early for the next showing. The final song on the soundtrack is playing and credits drift down the screen. People are beginning to gather their things and head to the exit. She dyes her hair blonde, takes up the hems of her skirts and what follows is a husband.