Noah Buschel Guide

“I hope so,” Noah said.

On the last night of shooting, after the crew had wrapped and the diner was empty except for Noah and the night manager—a woman named Celia who’d worked there for thirty years and had seen everything—Noah sat alone in the vinyl booth. Celia brought him a slice of apple pie and a cup of black coffee. noah buschel

“You are, baby. If you write it. Small budget. Sixteen days. We shoot in December in that diner off the 5 that smells like regret and burnt coffee.” “I hope so,” Noah said

“You did something here,” she said.

“A diner. Two old friends. One night. That’s it. No flashbacks, no gimmicks. Just… conversation.” “You are, baby

He wrote the script in eleven days. It was called The Night Shift . Two men, both in their fifties, both carrying the weight of decisions they’d made in their twenties. One had stayed in their hometown, married his high school sweetheart, watched her die of cancer. The other had left for New York, become a moderately successful photographer, and realized too late that success was just a slower way of failing. They sat in a vinyl booth. They ordered pie they didn’t eat. They talked about the girl they’d both loved, the road trip they’d never taken, the version of themselves they’d promised to become.