My story can Never be told.
I write it over and over
wherever we find shelter.
I write of what I cannot
speak-- the truth.
I write all I know of it
and then I throw the pages
to the wind.
Maybe the birds can read it.
This yours? I often find them here,
these scraps.
Must float down from
someone's window.
"She had meant to smother the baby as soon as it was born,
but something made her look
at it.
She heard the thundering
heartbeat, she smelled the
baby's bloodied head and
love confounded her."
It's just a scrap, like you say.
But there's a story there.
You can feel it.
Shall we walk a little?
My story starts with Clara.
One day, it will end with her.
Clara... full of secrets.
My savior.
My burden.
My muse.
- My muse. - an: * ...Won't you come
and be with me
and see what I've got? *
* 'cause what I've got
is what you need *
* what I got
is what you need... *
an: Hey!
Fucking hell... Wendy!
I'll call you back.
You!
ra: You bastard!
Did you see that?
He fucking attacked me!
dy: What's she done?
Really fucked his nose.
Yeah, well, he deserved it.
Come on. Oi...
an: Ernie, get him out of
here, will you?
My nose!
an: Would you care for tea?
Please come in.
I have been working here for 14 nights-- I want my pay!
You're not on the books.
What pay?
an: * don't you wanna,
wanna, don't you *
* don't you wanna see me
flaunt what I got? *
* don't you,
don't you wanna, wanna... *
excuse me.
Have you seen this girl?
No-- sorry, mate.
Sorry.
an: *...Flaunt
what I got... *
no.
Oi, what are you doing?
Sorry, babe, but they owe me.
No! Stop, you can't take
money out of the till!
Hello, Clara.
We get a lot of bitches in
here, but she took the
fucking prize.
Shame. She was morbidly sexy.
ra: Move!
Aah!
ra: No...
Clara...!
Shit! Fuck!
The tedium I've experienced
in this pursuit! My time you
have wasted!
You would sell nations with
your whoredoms.
Come on.
You know who I'm looking for.
Where is she? Huh?
Where is she?!
I was him once.
And that girl...
Love confounded me for her.
I loved her my whole
life through.
Your wife?
She was married to my
brother John...
Most happily.
She never knew the way I felt.
Nor did he.
when secrets should be told.
You've got secrets, haven't you?
There was a story told when
i was a boy about the
neamh-mhairbh, the revenants.
Neither dead nor alive.
The priests used to tell it
to frighten us.
My name is Eleanor webb.
Eleanor webb.
I am ready.
Are you sure?
I've spent quite enough
time here.
Believe me.
I feel at great peace. As if order is about
to be restored.
She is an aberration.
I don't know what that
means, sir.
you're going?
I was going to clean
the wound, sir.
You've been cut,
it's conspicuous.
All the time you've had
and you've learned nothing.
Truly you're base.
Close your eyes.
Clara?
Get out.
How could you bring someone here? He was
stronger than I thought.
This is our home.
Eleanor...
We have to leave.
I'm not moving on again...
I had to do it!
One day you'll understand.
What, when I'm older?
You have no idea,
no fucking idea
of what I do for you!
You did that for me?
Pack!
I liked it here.
I said pack!
Who was he? No one.
* mother was bathing
her baby one night *
* youngest of 10
and a poor little mite *
* mother was fat
and the baby was thin *
* it was nought but a
* skellington
wrapped up in skin *
* mother turned 'round
for the soap from the rack... *
Thank you!
All right, see you, girls.
You'll have a look
at the greenhouse, eh?
Man 2: Aye.
We've been here before.
Oh, don't be silly.
Come on.
But don't you remember?
It's going to be good for us
here, I can feel it.
You said that about the
last place.
What, that dump that we
just left?
I've forgotten it already.
What's the matter?
You can't throw the past away
as if it didn't happen.
My concern is now, o.K.?
Silly sod.
Why don't you go and play on the amusements, yeah?
Gonna make us some money.
Go on.
Clara is
never alone.
She finds money and company
every day.
It comes easily to her,
like lying.
an: Who's that?
You know her? No.
But I like solitude. I walk and the past walks
with me.
It lives.
indistinct conversations]
[Rides clanking, people scream
happily in distance...]
Hi. It's 50 for a blow,
100 for a full whack.
Did they hire you? You're busking.
You could pass the hat around.
I don't mind.
That... was great.
Can you speak?
I haven't got a hat.
How do you remember
all those notes?
I remember everything.
It's a burden.
So...
You know anything else?
Try and liven them up.
It's the valley of the stiffs
in here.
I have to go.
I finish at 10!
Come in.
50. Lovely.
So, are you on holiday then?
No.
Oh, you live around here?
Yeah.
Fancied a bit of company.
She...
Who?
Mum.
She, she died.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
There was a funeral.
I couldn't.
I ran away from it.
I've not been out.
I've not been out since.
But your grief, that shows
how much you loved her.
And love is a very good thing.
I bet she'd be proud of you.
A lovely son like you?
No, I never made her proud.
I just...
I don't even answer the phone.
You know?
I messed up the business,
i can't pay her debts.
Found 50 quid in one of her old
books and what do I spend it on?
Human contact.
Are you o.K.? Yeah.
Yeah?
I'm sorry, love.
I'm Camilla.
Noel.
So what sort of a business
did your mum have then, Noel?
It was a guesthouse.
I trashed it.
Was it a big place?
Yeah, it was fairly big.
Well... do you... should we
go back to your place then?
Yeah? Yeah.
Be nice. Yeah, you could
come back to mine. Yeah.
Glad you waited for me. I didn't.
How did you learn to play like that?
I practiced.
For how long?
200 years.
That's how it feels anyways,
doesn't it?
Passed around a teacup.
Raised some cash for you.
It's not much.
Thank you.
That piece of paper.
That's my phone number.
I don't have a phone.
So... ni... nice to meet you.
Good-bye.
Ella! Ella! Look who I found!
We're damsels in distress.
el: Oh.
Do you know what
Noel is, Ella?
He's a knight in shining armor
come to deliver us from evil,
aren't you?
This is my little baby sister.
Hi.
Hello.
There we go.
Ah...
Been looking for you everywhere.
Can't find my keys. Oh...
Oh-- I'll just open up.
Come in.
Look, I'm trusting you, Camilla.
Don't.
I won't.
Look, I'm not saying
it's tidy.
It was a hotel once.
And a boarding house.
My mum had the top three floors.
Used to do b-and-bs, you know?
Families and that.
Then it was more, you know,
the welfare lot.
It's a bit run down now,
but she wouldn't let it go.
Loved the views, you see.
Fantastic view of the pier
from up here.
ra: Lovely.
This is the dining area.
Well... it's nice.
Yeah-- it's lovely. It's a
bit of a state, like I said,
but I wasn't expecting company.
Tell my sister where
her room is, love.
Yeah.
Ella?
I'll show you to your room.
I went 'round the house and...
Smashed things up.
I didn't wanna look at myself.
Camilla said that, um,
you lost your mum too.
She's your legal guardian.
How brave of her.
I understand what she's
had to do.
Do you?
Well, she needs money.
Well, what I'm saying is, um... I don't care.
You can stay.
Thank you.
ra: Only those prepared to die will find eternal life.
Go on, go on.
This is the end. Of what?
Of time.
ra: Good boy...
Ooh...
Excuse me.
Who was he? It's in the past, Ella,
let it go.
Who was he?
He was a fucking monster.
I should get a medal
for what I did to him.
Will we move on today? Are you tired, my love?
Well...
I reckon that we should hang on
here for a few days, don't you?
Yeah, we can lay low,
get some rest, get some money.
I could start up one of my old
businesses like in the old days.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, come on, Ella.
Look at this place,
it's perfect.
We'd rake it in.
Why don't we find
another way?
It's all right, angel.
I'll make sure you're
not involved.
I'm sorry, Noel.
Oh...
I was worried I dreamt you.
I thought I'd wake up and
you'd be gone.
Why would I leave?
You've got everything I need.
Eleanor webb. Look at you.
Fair as a lily.
I know your mother. My mother is dead.
Is that what they told you?
Your mother, your mother stole
something from me.
Now I'll steal something
from her.
My disease has no cure.
When I'm finished with you,
you'll be a child no longer.
Look at me!
el: Ella?
You o.K.?
Camilla's told me about how you were in a care home.
She said that...
She said that bad things
happened to you there.
I want you to know that nothing
bad will happen while you're
living here.
I promise, o.K.?
Her name's not Camilla and she's not my sister, she's--
my name's Claire.
It's Clara,
she was born Clara.
I prefer Claire.
Mmm...
Claire.
Don't.
You lie about me
all the time.
If you tell him,
i will kill him.
Don't you sometimes crave
to tell the truth?
There is a code that we
survive by, Eleanor.
Keep it.
...So, in a week say,
how much would your mum make?
Uh, what, high season?
About a thousand.
Oh, we could make that
in a night.
You could clear all
your debts, noely.
Yeah, but...
I want to save you
from that life.
Well, it wouldn't have
to be me.
We could get some girls in.
This is my mother's house.
* he's so fair
* none can compare
* oh, but his blood runs Ruby
* come, rosy day,
come quick, I pray *
* let dreams of love
be over... *
or: Once upon a time,
there was nothing here.
There was no hotel,
no promenade.
Just a beach, nets hanging out
to dry, great warships in the
bay and children picking
cockles for their bread.
My mother was one of those
children, barefoot in the sand.
...Can you hear me?
My mother lives on human blood
and has done for two centuries.
But once she was a girl
like you.
She's never spoken
of her family.
They're in the store of things
she must forget.
So her tale begins with two
officers waiting to be called
to war.
Are they sweet?
May I try one?
or: One was
midshipman darvell.
Mmm.
Here.
Pearl for a pearl.
or: And the other,
his superior,
was captain ruthven.
May I offer you a ride?
She's only a child, ruthven.
She knows how to ride,
i dare say.
Don't go with him.
or: The pearl stays pure
forever while the oyster's flesh
rots around it.
I have a gift for you.
Captain ruthven!
Here's a treasure i found on the beach.
Welcome, my dear.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Come on.
Let me show you to the captain's
favorite room.
You'll find only friends here.
You gave me nothing, sir.
You took.
I've given you
your profession.
Welcome to your adult life...
or: How many stories
start that way?
whore.
or: Thousands upon
thousands.
I shall return...
To see what you have learnt.
Come now.
Why do you cry?
I have a gentleman here
who will soon have you
smiling again.
No children in this household.
You know the rule.
or: Once upon a time,
i was born.
It is still a fact that the day
you are born is the day you
are most likely to be murdered.
More human souls are killed
by mothers' hands than by
the hands of strangers.
My mother tried to murder me...
But love confounded her.
Her note said, "this is my daughter, Eleanor webb.
I wish her to live
a clean life.
I shall pay for her upkeep
with gold, which I will leave
every month that she lives.
I wish to spare her a life like
my own, which has been
despoiled from the start.
Please tell her I'm dead."
So I led that clean life. I sang the orphan's song.
I learned that virtue and
modesty would be my path
to bliss.
Northaven private orphanage
was my abode.
I wish I could have called
it home.
I'm sorry!
Fuck...
Oh, that's gross.
I've got to get home.
Let me get help.
don't worry.
You need stitches.
Were you there to enroll?
What?
Have you joined the college?
I don't know.
Leave the bike there.
I hate blood. Could you get the
doorbell, please?
Oh, my God, what happened? He fell.
Oh, my God.
Mark! Mark!
he's bleeding!
It's o.K., it's o.K.
I got him, I got him.
Get the keys.
Are you his girlfriend?
Where are the keys?
Has he told you?
Oh...
Got the keys?
Yeah.
Keep it up, keep it up, Frank.
Oh, God, Frank!
- - - an: * don't cry...
mp: Good girl.
*...Baby, don't cry
you could do so much better.
* dry your eyes
* let's be sweethearts
again *
* oh...
mp: Oi...
Would you like to kiss me?
What the fuck...?
Why?
In celebration of
my wickedness.
* come on,
come on, sweetheart *
* and let's try it over again
* oh, don't cry
* don't cry, baby
* don't cry,
don't cry *
* dry your eyes
and let's be sweethearts again *
* oh...
* 'cause you know,
you know I didn't mean... *
*...To treat you so mean
* come on, come on...
* let's try it over again
* oh, don't cry
* don't cry,
don't cry, baby... *
the world'll be more
beautiful without you.
* don't cry, don't cry,
don't cry *
* dry your eyes
* let's be sweethearts again
it's all right.
Gotcha.
It's o.K.
I want to die.
No, you don't.
Not today.
If you still want to die
tomorrow, I'll finish you
off myself.
Hello? Oh, hi.
Is it still visiting?
Thanks for bringing him home.
about you.
That's boys for you, isn't it?
You been going out for long?
We just met.
Oh, oh.
I'm glad.
What's your name?
Eleanor.
Gabi.
That's why he bled so much,
that's what you're wondering.
He's been fighting leukemia
for years.
It's in remission now,
so we're hoping it's all over.
So full of life.
i was here.
an: Angel...
Peace be with you. May light shine upon you.
You came for me...
Forgive me for what
i must do.
- - - an: Oh, hi.
Woman 2: Hi.
Do you speak?
Speak English?
You schoolgirl thing?
She better pay like she say
or I'll say no further.
Maybe we do lesbian thing.
I don't mind.
That's my little baby sister.
She doesn't drink,
she doesn't join in.
You leave her be,
do you understand?
Now, your gentlemen are
waiting for you.
Now, you be professional, o.K.,
otherwise you're back sucking
cocks on the street-- out!
I'll try and keep you out
of this, o.K.?
In case you shock me?
Look, we need the money.
I'm not complaining.
Well, then wipe that prissy
look off your face.
How can I be prissy when
I've seen it all a thousand
times before?
Well, what else are we
supposed to do?
I know I won't get your thanks
or your gratitude or
your respect.
You could do so much better.
I put money on the table.
That's what mothers do!
Mothers care about the lives
their children live.
What kind of life is this?
an: *...Care for ya
* just remember,
i l... l... l... l...
L... love ya. *
- - - an: Humans need to
tell stories.
It's a fundamental and
uniting thing.
It's through stories that we
come to understand ourselves and
we come to understand the world.
So, close your eyes.
It's our own experience that is
the starting point for all
our creativity.
Think about your
early childhood.
And when I say your name,
give me a memory, a, a detail,
a sensation, a feeling...
the first thing
that comes into your mind, o.K.?
Eleanor.
- - - er: Eleanor.
Mother.
What about her?
She would come to the
skylight at night.
I was afraid.
Why?
They told me since infancy
that she was dead.
And then?
or: The face at the
window had more substance
than a ghost.
O.K., thanks.
And yet..Frank.
I knew it could not live.
nk: Yeah, um, my friend,
David Atkinson.
I'm the only person who can
see him.
Um... I was probably too much
alone, whatever,
and David Atkinson used to
appear in my room.
And we'd play.
And I guess I grew out of him.
He came till I was about
seven or eight.
Yeah.
Thank you.
O.K.
The really funny thing
is that...
Years later, I found out
that the family before us in
the house were called Atkinson.
They lost a baby,
like a cot death.
And the baby's name...
Was David.
Uh-huh.
Good story.
So, everyone up.
Now, I want you to think about
who you are and next time,
i would like an essay
entitled...
"I am."
And there's only one rule.
It has to be true.
You don't belong here.
This is my mom's hometown.
We came when I got ill.
The healthcare over here is free
and I was... something of a, um,
drain on our limited resources.
My dad commutes.
I don't think he likes it much,
but... what are you gonna do?
My mom said you came to see me when I was in hospital.
She, um, she thinks...
That you're my girl.
Because I--
it would be fatal.
Look...
I know I'm,
I'm ill and all, but--
no...
For me.
If you lived with a secret and the secret meant that you must
always lie and be alone and
you'd always lived that way
and yet you longed for change,
what would you do?
Tell me.
or: My mother did
three things for me.
One, she spared my life the day
that I was born.
Two, she paid for my upkeep on
her knees and on her back.
And three, she gave me the
story I can never tell.
By the time I was six, she was dying.
Girls like Clara didn't last.
Her lungs were rotting,
but she clung steadfastly
to her brutal life.
Where have you been?
The captain's been waiting.
Captain ruthven had returnd
from the wars.
Make sure you punish
her, sir.
Of all the harlots he had
ever made, Clara was
his favorite.
You'll like this one.
She fights.
Then, one winter dawn,
a stranger came.
Are you unwell? No, sir.
I remember you. I'm much changed, sir.
And what of me?
Have I changed?
I have.
More than you could imagine.
Open the curtains.
Curse you, whore!
Give me the dark!
Does the light offend you?
Darvell...
My friend.
But I was with you.
I saw you dead.
And I thank you
for your service.
What do you want?
I have not come
to take from you.
I come to give.
I will return at nightfall.
Like you, I prefer the dark.
No!
Bitch!
or: He answered her
questions with blows.
As usual, she endured them.
And she waited for the storm
to pass.
nk: What kind of time do you call this?
Linear time.
...as the relentless day crept on, the captain told his
tale of events beyond his
understanding.
en: There was a
rebellion in Ireland.
We were sent to crush it.
Both of us were wounded by the
beggarly horde.
My wounds were superficial,
but darvell developed fever.
It decimated him.
I tried to persuade him
to come home.
ra: That was good of you.
I knew the journey would
quicken his decline.
Darvell was rich and naive.
He had no heir.
I had begun to wish him dead...
...But before the grave took
him, two men entered his life.
Scholars, I presumed, of dead
languages and aged manuscripts.
As if ancient knowledge might
keep his death at bay.
You have been looking in the
wrong place, my son.
Here it is.
Thank you.
en: He told me we must
find a shrine, an ancient myth
said it had healing powers.
It was on an empty island
off a barren coast.
I thought it the desperate quest
of a dying man.
thumbnail sticking out of the
ocean, more rock than island.
The oarsmen wouldn't set foot
on the place.
Said it was cursed.
kept on climbing regardless.
I thought-- well, maybe I
hoped-- his heart would
give way.
...is this what you've dragged us here to find?
A hermit's hut?
...I hated that place.
So many birds in the sky.
Almost darkened the sun.
They seemed to know something
we didn't.
He sent me to fetch water,
but that was just a ruse.
[Screeching, flapping,
whooshing]
I found the corpse. His breath had gone.
His soul had fled.
And I ran.
I've never spoken of it since.
I took his rings...
...Hey!
...And when I returned,
i took his property.
Everything I own is his.
What will he do?
Bear in mind, Mr. Kent,
this woman is not your
sister-in-law-- she's dead.
This is a shell and what it
contains is pure evil.
Oi! Shh!
...You destroy only the evil.
I'll get it.
No, no, no, no.
I'll get it.
Aren't you a little young?
Eleanor, is she in?
Why, what's it to you?
I read her story.
Can you tell her please?
Well, she's not in.
Go on.
Off you go.
Ella.
Look, I understand what Claire's
had to do, right, 'cause there's
money to be made, but--
if you don't like what
Clara's doing, tell her.
You don't like it either,
do you, eh?
Why she's like that?
Why's she so...
What happened to her, Ella?
She got bitten by a vampire.
Did I?
There was a boy for you
at the door.
I sent him on his way.
He says he's read your story.
The one we always tell.
About the care home and how my
sister rescued me.
It's homework.
You frighten me sometimes.
Don't.
I won't.
Fucking brilliant story. Thank you.
But the assignment asked
for truth.
I didn't write it
as an assignment.
I wrote it for you.
I don't want to lie anymore.
Something has to change.
But this?
It's crazy.
I thought...
If I told, all the walls would
come tumbling down.
Yes.
I think I get that you're using
the story to say that
bad things happened.
But... why don't you
just say the truth?
I am Eleanor webb. I've given you my secret.
I've told you how I live.
Woman, weakly: Hello. ...Would you put the record on?
It's called "nacht und traume."
Peace be with you.
May light shine upon you.
I think you should read this.
...I set this every year.
It's a simple autobiography and
then I get this amazing piece.
It's as if Edgar Allan poe and
Mary shelley got together and
had a very strange little child.
"A true account of my making
and my life and death from the
year of my birth 1804."
Kidding.
If that was a piece of
fiction, you'd say it was dark,
passionate, violent, sick,
brilliant bit of writing.
But she's saying,
"this is who I am."
Which makes me think there's
something going on with her.
She's a very closed-off kid.
Well, she wants to
communicate, obviously.
I mean, look at the effort
she's made.
Her handwriting.
Turn of phrase.
Who writes like this these days?
"As darkness fell,
the soucriant returned."
or: And captain ruthven
prepared for the worst.
I took these for safekeeping.
Forgive me, my friend.
Forgiveness is a Christian
value, ruthven.
My gods are older...
More ruthless.
You died.
How else does one find
life eternal?
I sent you to fetch water.
And I met the nameless Saint.
[Screeching, flapping,
whooshing...]
This is what happens.
When?
When you pray for it.
...I arose and saw
with different eyes.
Everything I looked on was a source of wonder.
But my vision had a price.
My soul was lost.
The price of my existence
is this sacrifice.
It flows from...
It flows from blood.
His blood is yours.
Drink, my son.
Mine is a cruel existence...
But, you do have the qualities
one needs.
You are ever... a survivor.
I would give my soul to be
as you are now.
So be it.
Eternal life will only come to
those prepared to die.
Hello? You want up?
Thanks.
Have some fun now.
Hello?
Mr. minton. Hello, Noel, how are you?
What, have I got detention
or something?
No.
I'm actually trying to get some
information on one of our
current students-- Eleanor webb.
She gave this as her address.
Eleanor?
Is everything o.K.?
We're trying to set up a
meeting with all the parties
interested in her welfare.
Sure.
Are her parents here?
Um... you need to speak
to Claire.
She's Eleanor's big sister.
Claire's her legal guardian.
Is Claire here?
No, she's, um... busy.
It's not what you think. It's Claire's business.
She saves girls from
the streets.
The thing is, Noel,
Eleanor's written a story and in
her story, she says that she
lives with vampires.
So can you please pass this
letter on and tell Claire that
if I don't hear from her today,
then I'll be in touch with
social services and the police.
Shit...
So darvell gave the map and
passage to your mother?
No, to captain ruthven.
My mother saw her chance
and took it.
Aah!
Bitch!
or: She stole the map
and rode into the night
towards her unknown future.
And she made her way to
where, to this ruin and this...
Soucriant thing took her?
I didn't give you my story.
I've been betrayed into this.
You can leave anytime
you like.
So when did Clara come back for you?
When I was 16.
And what did she do
in the meantime?
She's never talked about it.
Really?
She says she can't recall,
but I expect she's lying.
Lying is a way of life to her.
But I was raised in an orphanage
where I was taught to tell
the truth.
Are there others like you? I've never met one.
And Clara never speaks of any.
I think we're the only two
who still endure.
How often do you feed?
I'd rather not talk about it.
Thank you.
That's the distasteful part
of being an immortal, isn't it?
If you don't believe a word
i say, why this pretense?
Eleanor, how
can you be two centuries old?
By, by what miracle of science?
You see, that's the tricky
thing, because it's only over
time that I can prove it.
30, maybe 40 years from now,
when you're pruning roses from
your wheelchair, I'll stroll by
your garden gate and say,
"hello, morag."
And nothing will have changed.
I am 16 forever.
And you'll realize this and it
will hurt your heart and I'll
say, "may peace be with you."
And I'll help you with the pain.
Why don't you do it now?
I'm not strong, you could...
Overpower me.
You're not ready.
How do you do it?
Where are your fangs?
Why don't you die in
the daylight?
How could you give my story
to those people?
I wrote it for you.
How do you kill?
I never...
People have to consent.
They have to want.
Want death?
It has to be an...
Who the fuck wants death?
Sometimes it releases people.
So you're moral.
No.
I'm ruthless.
Bullshit.
All this "I'm 206, I remember
everything and it's a burden."
It's pathetic.
My mom's giving me a
birthday party.
It's not really a party 'cause
I'm only inviting you.
Will you come?
Yes.
Good.
nk: Hi. Happy Birthday.
For you.
Do I have to invite you in?
You'd better come in.
bi: Hello again, Ella. Hello.
Seriously, you can try if you like.
I was hoping to arrange a more official meeting,
ideally with the school
counselor and with
Eleanor herself.
Well, what's the problem?
'Cause, you know, usually she
sails through school.
Well, um, Eleanor wrote her
life story and uh, she's quite
insistent that it's true.
I don't expect you to be
flattered by this, but in it
she describes you as a
soucriant, which I believe
is a sort of vampire.
Well, she
has got a great imagination.
I hope she gets top marks.
Who else has read it?
You have sole care of her,
don't you? That boyfriend,
i bet he's read it.
Lot of responsibility for
somebody so young.
I'm doing just fine,
thank you.
So, I shoot the bastard ruthven and I Nick the map and
then what? Well, it ends.
She doesn't say, does she?
That's 'cause I never
told her.
Should we arrange a
more formal--
I saw that ruthven
wasn't dead.
I should have killed him then,
but I had mercy on the cunt.
Now, hold that thought because
I'll tell you what he did.
But first, shall I tell you
what it was like for me?
O.K., yeah.
It was wonderful.
I had eyes that cut through
lies, lungs that breathed
eternity.
I felt I'd lived my whole
wretched life just to prepare me
for that moment.
It was easy.
Where's ruthven?
He wasn't worthy of
your gift.
You stole it?
Are we thieves now?
Do we steal time?
We buy it.
With blood.
We are a brotherhood.
There are no women amongst us.
What is her parentage?
It is low.
And her life before?
She made ends meet.
I was a harlot.
But that is in the past.
Some things are eternal.
You were to find a man of
good blood who appreciates this
brotherhood and what we do.
What is it you do?
We are the pointed nails
of justice.
How will you use this gift?
To punish those who prey on
the weak.
To curb the power of men.
We should not permit
her to survive.
We have no choice
unless she breaks our code.
You have no part in our order.
Man 2: Truly you're base.
Will you not speak for me?
...they banished me. I learned that immortality is
unendurable alone.
So I came back.
I watched my daughter grow.
She was my only link with
everything alive.
an: Back to sleep!
Back to sleep!
You!
Come on.
...It was because of
Eleanor I broke their code.
How did you do that?
A woman's not permitted
to create.
I took my darling to the
nameless island, I let that
thing save her.
And for that, they would
annihilate us both.
You see, I had made a
fatal error.
I'd been merciful.
I'd let ruthven live.
...Eleanor!
Eleanor!
Give my regards to
your mother.
Welcome to a slow death.
Eleanor!
Welcome...
Whore...
No!
Die! Die!
...Now you know everything.
I'm never merciful.
And knowledge is a fatal thing.
or: When I was born, there were only seven planets.
Neptune hadn't been discovered,
so nobody believed in it.
Heaven and earth are full of
things we don't yet understand.
I had a year of chemotherapy. Spent too much time lying in my
bed, so I made this.
That's you. Near the sun.
Where it's warm and bright.
And that's me.
Where light barely penetrates.
And it's cold.
Time moves so slowly.
You're not cold.
Everything outside of time
is cold.
If you kiss me right now, would I live forever?
I'm sorry!
Wait!
Stop!
Why do you always run away
from me?
If you stay with me,
you'll die.
I'm dying anyway.
It isn't life I offer you.
Do you understand that?
You'll take life.
By consent, like you do.
It's still
monstrous.
You'll leave everything behind.
Except you.
The gift I gave you, open it. Wait until I knock.
ag: Kevin?
Do you want to come to...
There you are.
I've been worried sick.
Claire's not happy.
I've made changes.
Sent the girls home.
Bought them tickets on
the eurostar.
It's going to be a clean
house now.
No, I'm leaving.
What are you talking about?
What do you think
you're doing?
Telling that fucking school
who we are.
I hate the way you speak,
it makes me sick!
How dare you put us in
such danger!
You told that fucking teacher
our story!
I listened to his crap about
your fantasies of death and all
the while, he was implying
my neglect!
Neglect, Eleanor, of you!
Stop it, Claire!
There is a rule that we live
by and you broke it!
What if I broke free?
No!
To tell another is forbidden.
Those with knowledge
have to die.
You made that rule so you
could isolate me.
No, I kept you safe!
You stupid fucking cunt,
mother, I hate you!
No, no, no, leave her!
Just leave her!
Don't leave! Come back, Ella!
Get off!
Eleanor!
Claire!
No, you can't leave!
You're making it worse!
It's not safe, Eleanor!
You can't leave!
Just leave her be!
No! Eleanor: Clara?
You can't leave,
it's not safe! Clara!
She has every right to go!
no!
an: Know where she lives?
Yes, I believe it's the hotel
on the seafront.
Does she trust you?
Maybe.
I've never lied to her.
ll: That's good.
What will happen?
She'll be taken
somewhere safe.
We just want to talk to her.
You've told your little
boyfriend all about us,
haven't you? No!
You know what happens to
those with knowledge, Ella!
No, Clara, don't!
It's like a virus--
it's deadly,
it needs to be stamped out.
Clara, please, don't!
I know where he lives.
Don't! Clara, don't go!
Clara! Clara!
Hello... Frank.
Where's Eleanor?
She's got a message for you,
can I come in?
Well, you're going to have to come out here then, aren't you?
I must say, you are definitely Ella's type.
Earnest, clueless, 'bout sexy
as a pair of shoes.
I knew you wouldn't let her
go without a fight.
Oh... is that what you're
suggesting, Frank?
A fight?
Go on. Finish me.
I still have the advantage.
She's going to leave you anyway.
or: Frank!
Clara's coming.
Don't answer the door,
don't let her in.
I'm trapped here.
She caught me.
Just don't let her get you.
It's too late, my love.
I will never forgive,
i will never, ever forgive!
Eleanor, what the hell
is going on?
It's Clara, you have to
stop her!
These men are looking
for her, where she is?
or: She's here. Ella.
Eleanor, you have to tell us
the truth... something terrible
has happened to Kevin.
Clara webb?
Who is this?
You know who we are,
whore mother.
I will take care of Eleanor now.
Ella!
These men are from the
police, Eleanor.
They've come to, to help.
We have to get to Frank!
ag: We will get to Frank,
we need to get you to a doctor,
Eleanor, don't run!
What are you doing?
We need to get to Frank!
ag: You don't need
handcuffs, she's a child!
Eleanor, I'm coming with you.
an: Certainly, come.
I will be with you whatever
happens, there's no need
to be afraid.
an: Of course not.
It's a privilege to meet you,
Eleanor.
I thought Clara and I were the only ones.
Surely she told you of
the brotherhood.
Excuse me, what are you
saying to-- darvell.
You're just as I imagined.
Help me.
ag: Where exactly are you
taking us, because we've just
gone right past the police
station and the hospital.
Seriously, where are we going?
Eleanor!
Ella!
Ella! Mother!
They'll destroy you, Ella!
They'll destroy you!
Darvell, let her go!
Mother! Please!
Now I'm going to show you,
piece of whore.
Yes!
Oh, my God, you killed her!
Nothing is that easy.
Mother! Mother!
With this act, I cleanse
the earth! Mother! No!
Be calm, be calm.
Who are you people?
I said be calm!
I hate these crying women.
Damn you.
I've followed you for many years.
You take only those who are
ready... and that has
a certain grace.
You have been condemned from
the moment Clara made you.
Our code does not permit women
to create.
In her stories, you are wonderful.
You had compassion and respect.
You gave her life.
She stole her life.
Please.
Please, stop him.
She killed one of
the brethren.
And that's unforgivable.
Don't go...
Amazing how two little girls
with no money and learning
slipped through your fingers
for an eternity.
Hold her down. Ella!
Hold her down.
No, no, no...!
No! Eleanor! Ah!
Ella!
Eleanor!
Bring it here.
Bring it here!
Bring it here! Isn't the present everything?
Ella!
This is your last night,
witch. No...!
Last night!
Eleanor!
This blade is from Byzantium. My souvenir of the crusades.
May it send you to eternity.
It was on a beach like this
that we first met.
But I went with ruthven,
for all my damnation.
But it was you,
you were the pearl.
See how the bitch uses
her arts to the last.
The honor is yours.
Do what you like with me,
but let her go, please!
Hold her still.
Please, I beg you, darvell!
Still, I said!
She's going to die anyway!
She can't survive on her own!
Eleanor...
My baby!
You truly are a wonder.
ll: I've been following you for years...
So assiduously.
Because if I wasn't the one
to find you, they certainly
would have killed you.
What will they do,
the others?
The brotherhood is strong,
unchanging.
They will come.
With their pointed nails
of justice.
Will he travel with us now?
You're not coming with us.
What?
I'm cutting you loose.
You can't stay with your mother
all your life, can you?
Come on.
Come here.
[Eleanor cries,
Clara stifles sob]
Go on.
Look forward, not back.
Always.
Your instinct is to hunt the
powerful and protect the weak.
I'd like to try and live
that way.
Live your life how you
choose, it's no concern of mine.
If you could have anything,
what would it be?
Your pardon?
In time.
Maybe.
Your company, then?
We have time.
nk: I'm afraid. Don't be.
I am Eleanor webb.
I throw my story to the wind
and never will I tell it more.
Another one begins.