The rich can live forever. The poor die young. In Time
In the near future. You don't age past 25. Life is paid out a minute at a time. The rich can live forever. The poor die young.
Allow me to introduce my mother in law, Clara. My wife Michele. And my daughter Sylvia. Wow, wow, wow. Where's the rest? Never met the quota. My units are up from last week. So is the quota. Just want something to make a little more time in my hand, than hours in the day.
How old are you? 28. No wonder ... but the day comes when you've had enough. Few had as much time as I have. What would you do with it? I sure as hell wouldn't waste it.
Don't waste my time.
The last time anyone saw him alive, there was over a century on that clock. Well, follow the time. His name is Will Salas. You can't hide a hundred years in the ghetto. You know that time will get you killed.
Hey mom. I'm gonna get out of here. I just wouldn't know what to do if I lost you. I don't believe we had the pleasure of your company before mister? Salas. Will Salas. I'm sorry to have to break up the party Mr. Weis. I just need a word with your friend.
Please take me home. I can't do that. Why? To keep me alive. How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you. You don't watch. You close your eyes.
