TAKEN IN is a handmade feature film about a man who must spend a weekend alone with his estranged teenage daughter at a roadside resort. It is here that Simon and Brooklyn must confront the issues that have driven them apart, and ultimately choose how they will move forward...together or alone.

TAKEN IN was written and directed by personal filmmaker, Chris White. It was made entirely with cash and in-kind contributions from friends and family. The story (co-written with his wife Emily), was inspired by Chris’ theatre work with students at a therapeutic boarding school. The film is dedicated to his own teenage daughter, Gibson.

TAKEN IN was filmed at South of the Border, Dillon SC USA in the Spring of 2011.

13 March 2011


Now fully dressed, Brooklyn leans on the chain-link fence bordering the carnival area, watching the maintenance man work on the rides.

Soon, he notices her standing there, puts down his socket wrench and walks over to her.

“Rides are closed for the season.”

“I figured.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Can I watch you work?”

Brooklyn sits, cross-legged next to the maintenance guy, Dillon.

“You in school?” he asks.

Brooklyn explains that she is on what is known as on a ‘regional visit’ from the therapeutic boarding school she attends. She and her father are supposed to spend an entire weekend together…for her therapy.

“How’s it going?”


Dillon gives her a thorough walking tour of the park, explaining how each ride works…and the story behind them.

“The idea with this one is that it’s a big, long Tequila worm, running around in a circle. That’s why they call it Wormloco.”

She nods.

“Kids seem to like it, though.”

Dillon asks Brooklyn why she got sent away. She explains that she sold a tiny yellow Hello Kitty tablet to a barefoot girl in a peasant dress at an Iron and Wine concert in Atlanta.

“Sometimes true southern hospitality looks like felony drug possession…especially when you sell Ecstasy to an undercover cop.”

Dillon just shakes his head: “Ain’t that the truth.”

“Anyway. I’ve been at this school for three or four months now…can’t really remember. You lose track of the days.”

Dillon kisses her, then says, “Marry me.”

Brooklyn doesn’t miss a beat. “Sure.”

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