Muse (2017) Script

"Through me you pass into the city of woe.

"Through me you pass into eternal pain.

"Through me among the people lost for aye.

"Justice the founder of my fabric moved

"To rear me was the task of Power divine, "Supreme Wisdom, and primeval Love.

"Before me things create were none, "save things Eternal

"and eternal I endure.

"Abandon all hope all ye

"who enter here."

And now you've listened to that powerful reading, can anyone tell me why Dante's Inferno is still so important today?

Am I to abandon all hope?

Lawrence.

Because he imagined hell.

Yeah.

Yeah, because he imagined hell.

He shared with us a version of man's experience and relationship to existence to his sins, to his own mortality.

I mean, you all come here, ladies and gentlemen to get lost in the classics and be inspired by the great masters but also to begin and to try to make sense of your own descent into hell.

So, instead of the usual critical analysis of Dante's Inferno, I would like you to provide me with an alternative poetic proposal to Dante's Hell.

Your own.

Your struggles, your fears, your sins whatever they may be.

Oh, and uh...

I want it by Monday.

Yeah, good weekend.

All right.

Thanks.

-Did you enjoy it? -Yes.

Oh, really?

Oh, hello, Susan. Thanks.

Aren't you the hippest professor of them all?

Darling, I would never dare take that title away from you.

Well, I didn't just publish a book. That obviously helped.

Don't worry, by this time next week, they would have forgotten all about it.

There's a rectoral dinner at my place tonight.

Select professors only. Please come.

Ah, I'm afraid I can't tonight. I have plans.

-Plans? -Mm-hmm.

I imagine they're not staying at home correcting exams.

Not exactly.

-Have a good weekend. -You too.


Do you mind giving me a lift, Professor?


-Are you sleeping? -Mmm.

Why do you smell so good?

I'd like to stay like this forever.

Not move, just stay here.

I don't think my publisher would be too happy about that.

He has other writers, he'll get over it.

You'll have to give up going to university.

-Mm, I wouldn't mind. -You wouldn't mind?

No.

We'll never be able to make love again.

If it's only for that, we'll move.

How long have we been together?

I don't know, um, almost a year?

Thirteen months.

-Thirteen months? -Mmm.

And no one knows.

So?

Do you love me, Samuel?

What sort of question is that?

-Don't laugh, I'm being serious. -Well...

I mean it.

If you loved me, you wouldn't be hiding from everyone all the time.

No.

But then the entire university would be gossiping about us.

Is that what you want?

Just, I don't want this ever to end.

Neither do I.

Then promise me.

You'll love me forever.

Okay.

Say it.

I promise.

Not like that, say it.

I promise.

I will love you forever.

Bye.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You hungry?

You still love me, don't you?

♪ I waited by the chapel door ♪

♪ But you were not inside ♪

♪ The bells began their pealing ♪

♪ In the silence ♪ Sorry, you know...

♪ The rain began to spatter ♪ Baby, um we've run out of cat food, so I'm gonna have to pop out.

What do you say, I pick up some takeaway on my way back?

No, no.

Oh, my God, what have you done?

Beatriz? Beatriz, come on!

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Hold on!

What have you done? Shit!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Baby, come on.

No!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

No!


Here you go.

Empty.


I know, but this is the reference, that's what I'm saying.

I missed it, perhaps, ma'am.

You think you can manage?

Yeah, sure, I'll catch you later.

Hey.

Here I was thinking I would never see you around here again.

Well, I'm sure there are some people... who'd be delighted if that were the case.

I don't think that's true.

How are you?

Does that offer for dinner still stand?

Of course.

♪ That little girl of five foot two ♪

♪ Amazing things that she could do ♪ It sounds creepy.

How long have you been having them?

Every night for the past... three weeks.

Are you seeing anyone to help you with this?

First, I had a a grief counselor but I decided that wasn't really for me.

I'm sure it has occurred to you that these dreams might have something to do with what happened.

The woman in my dreams looks nothing like Beatriz.

No, what I mean is like, y-your head is trying to get rid of the pain that's inside you, like, you know, therapy.

It's got nothing to do with that, okay?

Have you written anything?

I've got nothing to say.

Pfff.

Write about your dream.

Oh, sure. I'll become a horror writer.

What's wrong about that? Horror writers are sexy.

Come on.

Poets are starving, boring.

Oh, on that note, I got that for your birthday and then you disappeared, so... better late than never.

Happy birthday to you.

Open it.

Now, that's what I call pressure.

Come on, use it for your grocery list.

Or to correct exams.

You are a professor, remember?

And a good one, so.

Why don't you stop biting your nails?

Fuck you.


You miss me already?

Are you at home? Samuel?

Yeah, just got back.

Switch on the TV.

The local news channel. Quick.

-Why? -Just do it.

-Do it! -Okay, okay.

Do you have it?

Murder has shaken the quiet

-Yeah. -sleepy suburb of Ballsbridge.

A Garda spokesman has said that the badly beaten corpse was found on the second story surrounded by what appears to be a makeshift white circle on the floor.

Gardaí believe the event has all the hallmarks of a ritual-type killing.

Samuel?

-Further forensic investigation -Samuel? to establish the exact course of events is currently underway.

She was killed a couple of days ago.

And apparently a cleaning lady found her when she arrived in the morning.

Okay.

She was an Italian lady and her name, uh... her name is Lidia Garetti and this is the woman I saw in my dreams.

This is her. I am positive.

Samuel, do you realize how incredible this is?

Yes.

You dreamt about something that was going to happen before it did.

Before it did.

That's called a premonitory dream.

But why me? Why?

-I-I don't even know this woman. -I don't know.

There has to be an explanation. We'll figure it out.

No, we will not.

This is not one of your esoteric adventures.

This woman is dead. This is real.

And I saw how it happened.

Really? What are you gonna do?

Who are you going to talk to- the police?

What are you going to say? "Hi, inspector, um...

"I know what happened to the Italian woman in Ballsbridge.

"I wasn't there, but I saw it in my dream."

Do you realize what that looks like?

It's crazy.


Wait!

Wait!

Stop!

-No! -Stop!

No! Please don't hurt me!

Please don't hurt me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just tell me what you're doing here.

Are y-you a policeman?

No, no, I'm... I'm...

Wait, who are you?

Were you stealing?

No.

No, I...

I saw what happened to that...woman on TV.

Did you know her?

No. No, no.

Then why?

What about you?

If you're not with the police, then...

I just know it.

You dreamt about it too, didn't you?

You have to see something.

Follow me.

Jesus Christ.

Notice anything different?

I realized as soon as I came in.

Something was missing.

-There. -Yes.

Those shelves.

There was a...

-There was a door. -Exactly.


Be careful.

Oh, shit.

It's the battery.

-I've got some matches. -Yeah?

-Here you go. -Thanks.


Oh, Christ.

Why on earth would you keep an aquarium up here?

Don't know.

There's...

There's something in there.

What is that?

Let's find out.

Some kind of inscription on it.

"You see the beast that made me turn aside"

That's... that's Dante.

Yeah, that's right.

Whoever killed her was looking for something.

You saw the house.

This could be what they're after.

But she wanted us to find it.

That's why we had the same dream.

Think about it.

Shit.

Let's go.

Hurry!

Hey!

Stop there!

Stop!

Stop!


Tomorrow at 7:00. There's a waiting list.


The White Ring was some sort of experimental literary circle that used to meet there.

And it seems some of their concerns were too esoteric to be taken seriously.

Shakespeare. The impossible sonnets.

Nobody's ever been able to decipher them.

-Including Shakespeare himself. -Mm-hmm.

He says they've been dictated to him in his dreams

-by a dark lady. -Mm-hmm.

Milton... my specialty.

He tells of his experience of meeting a lady by the name of Herberia on the outskirts of Florence.

Mm.

According to him, she was the inspiration for Paradise Lost.

Keats, Blake, the references are endless.

They all hint at having had some contact with the muses.

-Number one invites. -Mm-hmm.

Number two invokes.

Number three lies.

Number four punishes.

Number five foretells.

Number six impassions.

Number seven hides.

The seven ladies.

Yeah, the mystery of the muses.

Is there more?

Well, your friends through the White Ring took the subject too far.

For years they published their theories in all sorts of specialized magazines.

First, in academic circles, then in marginal occult publications.

And in all of them, they claim that they met them.

What is this?

Poetic inspiration taken from nature in the form of a woman.

Supernatural beings of inconceivable evil.

Immortal witches invoking poetry through the use of spells.

Okay.

Well, do you think we can find these guys?

I could call Berkeley through the department but I'm kind of getting tired of being a secretary.

You went to that house without telling me.

You found a treasure in some kind of aquarium and suddenly a girl showed up out of nowhere and took it.

If I had been there, that would not have happened.

So, are you gonna help me find these guys or what?


Mom!

What's that?

Nothing. Just something I found.

Are you annoyed?

What?

I don't know, you seem weird.

What do you mean?

No, baby, I'm just... pfff, I'm just tired, is all.

You going to work tonight?

Just for a little while.

But I'll be back soon. I promise.

And you know what?

What?

Tonight's my last night.

I'm not going back there again.

Really?

Ever!

He's in go noogie wig!

There's uh, five of them.

Lee Barlow, Matthew Osmen, Lawrence Colbert, Barry Sutton, Herbert Rauschen.

Great. Um, can we reach them?

Wait.

Lee Barlow stabbed himself six years ago.

28 times to be precise in front of his family.

Matthew Osmen, a strange degenerative disease that rots the tissue until the victim collapses to death.

Doctors still don't understand.

Barry Sutton was found dead on a Portland dock.

He had been devoured from the inside by an unidentified insect.

The interesting detail is they found a verse by Baudelaire scratched onto his body by a knife.

Lawrence Colbert went mad.

He stabbed several children who were on their way home at the school gates.

The police shot him down.

And you know what?

They also found verses tattooed on his back.

So, it looks like we have no witnesses left.

That's it.

No, no, no, no, wait. You said there...

What about Herbert Rauschen?

Berkeley doesn't have any records of him.

In fact, they didn't even recognize his name.

Do what you're told.

Hey, Rachel, what a nice surprise.

I heard you were late.

Again.

I'm sorry. I'm not feeling too great.

Ah. That's a shame.

Neither am I.

Would you look at this.

Look at this, this crap I have to take. Hmm?

Yeah.

But I'm never late, am I?

No.

You said that when I got to 100 grand you'd give it back to me.

That's the last of it.

And what am I gonna tell the people that brought you here, Rachel, huh?

You don't know them.

They're...

They're bad news.

Hmm?

Hmm?

You wanna leave us?

You? Queen of the whores?

After all we've been through together.

Don't we take good care of you?

You do.

We treat you well?

-You do. -Hmm?

Don't be late again, Rachel.

Ever.

No, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

And you're mistaken.

It's 150 grand you owe me.

That's the deal.

Have you found anything?

There.

That's no surprise.

Dunquin.

That's here, right?

There's a Dunquin in County Kerry.

Can you still access the Irish university's database?

He's dead, Samuel. They all are.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but see for yourself.

They never found a body.

We need to look to see if he had any link with the university here.

Doctorates, conferences, PhDs, anything.

We need to see if we can get a location on him, uh... find an address for him living here.

You better wait after me.

I love you.


Dino, come get it!

Come get it.

Dino?

Dino?

Dino?

Dino?

How the fuck did you get into my home?

Through the drain pipe.

I can do incredible things.

You better get out before I call the police.

We want the imago.

What you found in the aquarium.

It belongs to us.

Who the hell are you?

You took it out of the water.

You have to be the one who gives it back.

Those are the rules.

Get out.

What the fuck have you done with--

I'll touch to where possible after a long grief and pain.

Tomorrow before midnight

25 miles along the road to the north in Joy Hill come out

with the imago.


Samuel?

-Sam? -Shit.

Sam?

Samuel?

-Open the door. -All right, all right.

-Just a sec. I'm coming! -Sam?

-What's your problem? -Sorry, sorry.

Are you okay? Do you need help?

Yeah, I'm just gonna... gonna clean it up.

Did you find anything?

You know, you were right.

In the mid 80s, Rauschen left his chair at Brown to come to Europe.

Did various rotations at English universities and then he ended up here in Cork.

Well, have you got an address from the file in Cork?

No, they say he lived on campus.

There was an address in Dunquin which he canceled right before he quit.

What does it sound like to you?

Sounds to me like someone who's hiding.

Who's running scared.

Have you got the address?

-You better let me drive. -No, no, no, no.

-No, I'm going alone. -What?

-Susan... -I thought we were in this together.

Susan!

Look at all this. Do you think this is all a coincidence?

People who get close to this get hurt!

-I mean it! It's over. -Okay.

You scare me right now.

Just do as I say, okay?


Good morning.

My name's Samuel Salomon. I'm from the university.

And I was hoping to... speak with Professor Rauschen.

The professor died.

I know.

Tell him it's about the White Ring.


Come in.


My name is Samuel Salomon.

I need to talk to you.

About Lidia.

Lidia Garetti.

How did you find me?

I found this photo from her house.

Lidia is dead.

She was murdered three days ago.

What is it you want?

I want you to tell me what you know.

About her.

About the White Ring.

The fake shipwreck.

What are you hiding from?

Seven ladies there are.

That's what you came here to talk about, isn't it?

We spent years finding this.

It was an obsession.

What is that?

Lidia recorded this moment.

Just a little... demonstration.

A demonstration of what?

Of what they are.

Wait a second.

Are you suggesting that...

-That Lidia... -Yes, Mr. Salomon.

She who foretells.


"Thus much and more

"And yet thou lov'st me not

"And never wilt

"Love dwells not in our will

"Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot

"To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still"

What the fuck is that?

It's what they do.

Muses play with words.

And they use poets to infiltrate our world.

The inspiration.

These verses seem as beautiful as any other, don't they?

But they're traps.

What is that?

It looks harmless, doesn't it?

But it kills everything I love.

Friends.

A child.

And then another child.

And then another.

Everything.

Lidia is not your problem.

It's the other ones you have to worry about.

Give them what they want as soon as possible. Do as I say.

I can't.

I don't have what they want.

Then...

Run.


Mom, this one is the biggest, hardest, and most massive object...

Pack your things.

-We have to go. -Where?

I don't know. We'll see.

But why? This is our home.

No, baby, it's not. Please hurry.

Excuse me.

How you doing?

-I um... -Hey.

We're closed.

Yeah, hi, uh...

I'm wondering if you can help me. I'm looking for a girl.

Get out.

I don't want any trouble. I just need to know where I can find...

What's your problem?


It's okay, it's okay.

-Who the fuck are you? -I'm just looking for a girl.

I think she works here.

Dark hair, green eyes, Eastern European accent.

Rachel, of course.

Rachel?

You think you're the first one to come looking for her?

I don't know how she makes you all lose your fucking minds.

No, no, no, no. I've never been here before.

I met her a couple of days ago. We...

Look, I really need to know where to find her.

I need to talk to her.

Please, it's important.

You're the guy with the dreams.

Have...

She told you about me?

Look, she's in danger. I just want to try and help her.

Please.

All right.

She lives in one of the apartment blocks in St. Teresa's Garden.

I think it's the last one. That's all I know.

Thank you.

-What are you doing? -Packing.

I meant your clothes, put your clothes in.

But I can't leave my stuff here, Mom.

I'll buy you other toys, I promise.

But I don't want other toys.

Just pick one. Your favorite, yeah?

This one?

No, that's too big.

This one, please?

No, baby, that's even bigger.


Put this on.

You ready?

Come on.

Shh.

Hello, Rachel.

Have you forgotten who got you this shithole?

Go to the bedroom. Now! Now! Go!

Very obedient, isn't he?

Didn't get that from you.

What do you want?

I was looking for your passport.

I wanted to um, I wanted to keep to my word.

But you know what?

I couldn't find it.

Please don't hurt us, don't hurt my son.

Darling, what do you take me for, huh?

What do you take me for?

Tonight, I-I come in peace.

Tonight, you come by the club, we have a few drinks, boogie woogie...

It's all forgotten about.

Yeah? Hmm?

First, Rachel, you and I, we're gonna have a we're gonna have a little talk, yeah?

So we can straighten things out.

Please!

Please, please, no!

Fucking figure out how things work around here.

Hey, boys.

I'm looking for a girl.

She's got short dark hair, she's very pretty.

Are you a cop?

Do you know her?

You'll do as you're told, Rachel.

You'll fuck whenever I tell ya or else your son's gonna get hurt.

And you don't want that, do ya? Do ya?!

You know now?

You're giving me too much trouble, Rachel.

And I don't want any trouble. Do you understand?

Do you understand? Do you understand?

-I und... -Get in there!


Rachel?

It's Samuel, the guy you met at Garetti's house.

Rachel?

Rachel, I know you're in there.

Mom?

Rachel, I heard you.

I know you're in there, Rachel.

Rachel?

He tried to kill us.

What?

Help us.

Help us.


Are you a policeman?

No.

You're not the first person to ask me that.

You think I look like a policeman?

Mmm, not really.

Do you know what I want to be when I grow up?

No, what?

A-An astronaut.

Well, or an astronomer.

To go to Jupiter... on an expedition.

Did you know that they've never sent anyone to explore it?

Well, maybe they're waiting to send you.

So you can be the first.

Come on, buddy.

Time for bed.


Is he asleep?

Yeah.

Thank you.

-Listen, that man... -I don't want to know.

I don't know who you are, Rachel.

And it's fine.

I just want this.

And I've got it.

But you helped us.

You could've called the police. You could've... taken that and just left but you brought us here.

You're a good man.

I'm a scared man.

That's what I am.

And a little sad.

Why is that so important?

All I know is that there's someone willing to do anything to get it back.

The people who killed Lidia.

Doesn't matter.

That woman wanted us to find it. I'm certain of it.

She wanted us to find it, great. We found it.

And now I'm gonna give it back.

End of story.

And then what?

I killed a man.

They're gonna come after me.

Then leave.

I can't.

I have nothing. I have nowhere to go.

You have your son.

You can still change your life.

What about you?

It's time.

You're not coming back.

Are you?

Stay here.

And don't open the door to anyone.


-Hello? -Mr. Salomon, this is Rauschen.

There's something I didn't tell you.

Lidia sent me a letter some months ago.

I hadn't heard from her in years, so I was scared.

I thought there would be something evil in her words.

Uh, Professor, I appreciate you calling me, but...

You don't understand.

I think Lidia knew you were coming to see me.

I think the letter was for you.

Professor, listen, it's over...

Hello again, Professor.

Pro--


Mr. Salomon.


Such a horrible day.

Welcome, Mr. Salomon.

We were expecting you.

Who are you?

She who invokes.

Some people call me Herberia but it's a bit pretentious, don't you think?

You can call me Jaqueline.

It's a French name.

Do you like it?

No.

You're an insolent man.

That does not befit a poet.

I am not a poet.

One who gave up writing.

What a waste.

If you only knew what you were missing.

There's a line by Cavafy that can produce blisters filled with pus and a high fever.

And a very brief Neruda that explodes like a nuclear plant.

Boom!

Poetry can do incredible things.

I didn't come here to see party tricks.

No, of course not.

We have matters to deal with, do we not?

First, you have to give me your word.

You will not harm us.

You have your own conditions?

You should stop drinking whiskey, Mr. Salomon.

The girl and the child. No one.

If I give you what you want, you forget about us forever.

I want to see it.

Promise... and I'll give it to you.

I promise.

This is not the imago.

Just a shell.

Did you by any chance come here to trick us, Mr. Salomon?

Well, someone did. It's obvious.

It seems that girl of yours is not to be trusted.


Bring us the imago, Mr. Salomon.

But do not expect mercy now.


Samuel?

Rachel, open the door.

Who is it?

You know who I am.

Please open the door, they can't see me here.

Lidia.

You started to remember.

No, but...

No, that's impossible. I saw you die.

They had to believe that.

Why?

You still don't remember, but you will.

My baby?

No. No.

No, it wasn't because of your baby.

That was an excuse. It was because of you.

You-You're different.

You've always been different. You can feel things.

They'll never be able to feel.

That's why they envy you.

What about you?

I'm with you.

We have a plan.

That's why I'm here.

Do you want to remember?

We're so lucky that insignificant man came along.

Samuel.

Jaqueline's puzzled.

Doesn't understand what he has to do with any of it.

You called him.

With the dreams, like you called... me.

Yes. Right.

How forgetful of me.

Who are you?

Gotcha.

Don't you remember me?

She who lies.

You can tell I'm out of practice.

What do you want?

You know exactly what I want.

You can't have it.

You can't take it from me. I remember the rules.

Of course. The rules.

The ones you don't follow.

But that's not why I'm here.

Mom?

Go back to bed, buddy.


Six. Where's the six?


She...who punishes.

I've been expecting you for a long time.

Secrets must be kept, Professor.

You should have learned that by now.

Don't exert yourself.

That's Yates.

It won't let you move.

Don't be afraid.

This one is very short.

But it's going to keep you alive for hours.

We didn't want you to miss out on anything.


What the fuck?

Six.

What did you do?

What the fuck did you do?

They took my son.

What?

I just wanted that thing.

-Why didn't you give it to me? -Couldn't.

I remembered.

What are you talking about? Remembered what?

What I am.

My imago.

Every lady has one.

It's our power.

Our memory. This is eternity.

Without it, we're just pieces of flesh.

I've seen them.

And you're not like that.

That's why they hate me.

They hate everything that seems human because they'll never be able to have it.

But I can love.

They've been looking for a chance to banish me for centuries-- any excuse.

Then it happened.

There are rules. There are hundreds of rules.

A lady cannot bear children. It's forbidden.

That gave them a reason.

They could have just destroyed it and let me to die like any human, but no.

They wanted more.

They buried it and they voided it.

I lost my power. I forgot everything.

And then they sold me to that man.

But my eternity would remain intact.

So the punishment would never end.

Then Lidia got it back.

She was different too, in her own way.

She always wanted to help me.

They must've found out somehow and that's why they killed her.

That can't be.

There is a way.

A ritual.

The White Ring.

Lidia could see the future.

She's been guiding us from the beginning.

But why me?

Maybe she thought I needed help.

She would never have chosen me.

I would have chosen you.

"Nor want

"Nor weakness

"Still conspires

"To bind us

"To a sordid state"

What are you?

She who impassions.

Give it to them.

No.

They've won.

They'll do the same thing to you again.

And they'll kill me, I'm sure of it.

As long as we have the imago, they'll keep me alive.

I took it, I have to give it back.

Those are the rules.

This is the only thing that's protecting us.

What?

Number Seven.

She who hides.

Not even we have seen her.

She's the cruelest, the most dangerous.

But she's also the weakest.

If she dies, they all die.

That's why she hides.

Where?

The receptacle.

Nobody knows what it is.

Wait.

Lidia.

Maybe she knew.

No, if she wanted to help us, she would have told us somehow.

Maybe she did.

Makes sense.

Lidia knew they were watching her.

That's why she was being so cryptic.

That's why she sent the letter to Rauschen.

And hid the photo in the frame.

She knew it would lead you to him.


You better stay here.


Professor?

Hello?

Professor?


Professor?

Professor?

Professor, is that you?

Professor, the letter.

Where is it?

Professor?


Now, listen, listen to me now...


"My heart aches, "and a drowsy numbness pains"

Do you think they know about the letter?

No, they they would have taken it.

A key?

"They are all gone into the world of light

"And I alone sit ling’ring here

"Their very memory is fair and bright, "And my sad thoughts doth clear."

My sad thoughts doth clear.

My sad thoughts doth clear.

It's Milton. I'm sure of it.

-It has to mean something. -I don't know.

But I know someone who will.


It's open.

Oh, fuck.

Susan?

Susan?

Oh, my God!

Susan, stop that!

Oh, fuck.

Fucking hell, what have they done to you?

When did they do this to you?

Oh, my God! What are you doing?

Dammit! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop!

What does it mean?

She's gonna devour herself.

Well, there must be some way we can stop it!

There's nothing we can do.

You stopped the nurse, maybe you can do it.

I didn't stop the nurse. I killed him.

Do you want me to do that now?

Maybe we can cut it out!

-What? -Go get a knife!

I don't think that'll work.

Down to the kitchen at the end of the hallway.

Bring whatever you can find.

No!

Susan, please, stop it! Stop it!

Rachel! Hurry, please!

Rachel!

I can't.

Help me put her on her back.

Hold her hand, don't let her touch it.

Take her hands, hold her hands.

Are you sure about this?

No!

We're gonna have to tie her down.

Stop her hurting herself. Find us something to tie...

Tie her up.

I'm not gonna hurt you, but I'm gonna have to stop you from doing this to yourself, all right?

I'm so sorry...

I got it, I got it!

All right.

-Turn her round. -Give me her hand.

All right, that's good.

Get it, get it.

We're gonna get you onto the bed now, you'll be okay up there.

All right, shh now...

Here we go.

Shh...shh...

Okay.

All right.

Shh, shh, shh...

Try to breathe.

Breathe...

Breathe.

We have to call an ambulance.

They'll take her to a hospital. They'll try to remove it.

They won't. They don't know what it is.

As soon as she's free, she'll start doing it again and she won't stop. I'm sorry.

What if they keep her safe?

What if they sedate her or something?

She can still help us.

You have to show her the verse.

They have my son.

You have no idea what they're capable of. Please.

Call an ambulance.

Susan...

I'm-I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but I need your help.

I need you to tell me what this means.

"They are all gone into the world of light

"And I alone sit ling’ring here

"Their very memory is fair and bright, "And my sad thoughts doth clear."

It's Milton, isn't it?

-You're the expert, you tell me... -No.

No.

Not Milton.

What?

Vaughan.

People mistake that...

The poem, Susan, what does it mean?

-What does it...? -Let me go.

-Let me go. -Susan, please.

-I'm sorry. -Let me go.

-Let me go. -I'm sorry.

The poem, what does it mean?

Beyond the veil.

Susan?

They won't be long. What'd she tell you?

Nothing.

Beyond the veil, is the title of the poem?

Why didn't she just write down an address?

If she wanted to tell us.

Wait, beyond the veil.

She did.

Bortrane Lunatic Asylum.

Room 1007.

This is the place.

It's indelible ink.

Lidia sent the letter from there six months ago.

But it's been closed for years.

We have to go. Now.

No, no, no. We have to wait for the ambulance.

We can't leave Susan like this.

She's my friend.

Then I'll wait outside.

There's an ambulance on it's way.

They'll be here any minute.

Do you hear me, Susan?

Everything will be just as before.

I promise.

I'll come back to the university like you wanted.

I think I can help her.

I'm remembering.

How?

I'm not sure but I can try.

Leave me alone with her.

Okay.


Susan!

Got you.

I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Mr. Salomon.

You won't like it.

No!


I want to hurt them.

I want them to fucking die.

The receptacle.

Whatever it is, it has to be in there.

That's where she's hiding.

We'll have to be ready.

What happens when she dies?

They all will.

And you?

My son will live.


We have to hurry.

Won't take them long to find us.

Room 1007.


1000.

1006.

-Seven. -Seven.

Stand back here.

There's nothing in here.

It has to be.

The message is clear.

-What if you're wrong? -No.

No, no, no, no.

Promise.

Will.

Love.

Forever.

Promise you'll love forever.

What's wrong?

What is that?

It's you.

What is it?

The receptacle.

It's you.

What?

She's...

She's inside you.

Lidia knew it.

You were the only piece out of place.

Now everything fits.

No.

-Samuel. -No.

Samuel?

Face it, Samuel. Tell me.

Think about how you met her.

How she appeared in your life. It was all part of a plan.

Stop!

She made you fall in love with here, didn't she?

And then she left.

Why?

Because she knew...you'll never be able to forget her.

You were the perfect hiding place.

No!

No!

She's inside you, Samuel.

She's in your heart.

I want to get her out of my heart!

I know how to do that.

But you have to tell me how it happened.

You have chosen well, Rachel.

The saddest of all stages for the saddest of all endings.

What is this place?

It's here.

It has to happen here.

What is it?

Lidia.

What are you looking for?

It's perfect.

What are you doing?

Help me.

Tear this off.

The White Ring.

Come on.

I'm gonna need you now.

Follow me.

What do you need me to do?

We'll trick her. We have to smoke her out.

Yes.

Take off your coat.

If the receptacle is in danger... If your body is hurt... she'll be forced to come out.

Give me your arm.

We'll have to be quick.

When she comes out, she'll sense that she's in danger and she'll turn violent.

We have to put her in the circle.

That will immobilize her.

And that will be the moment.

Samuel, you’re gonna have to kill her.

There's no other way.

Oh, fuck.

I don't want you to die.

Promise me.

You'll take care of my son.

Always.

Promise me you'll love him.

Please.


She's running.

She's coming.

She's coming.


Samuel.

You have to hang on.

Please.

Please, please please. Hang on, please.

I have no wit, I have no words, I have no tears, No tears.

Bring the boy.


Samuel?

Don't listen to her.

Kill her.

She's lying to you, Samuel.

She has no idea what we were.

Don't listen to her. Kill her.

Look at me, Samuel.

It's me, Samuel. Don't you remember?

Kill her.

No, don't do it, no!

Kill her.

No, don't listen to her, please.

Do it!

My love.

You're not Beatriz.

-No, don't say that. -You are not Beatriz.

She was alive.

And my love, it's not that simple.

I'm a lot of things at the same time.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. She's lying to you.

She's lying to you. Kill her.

Look at me.

I could have chosen anyone.

She's lying.

But I chose you.

Do you know why?

Do it. Do it. Kill her.

Because I loved you.

No, no, no, no no.

-You know it. -No. No.

She's lying. Look at me.

You promised.

Do you remember, you promised me?

You will love me forever.

What?

-What? -Kill her.

Kill her!

I must admit.

I didn't think you'd get this far, Rachel.

Mom?

Oh, babe...

Please.

Let him go.

No, Rachel.

The rules are different.

You let her go and your son will live a little longer.

We've come for the imago, remember?

He will never give it to you.

I don't think he'll have much choice.

The end of this story has already been written.

Give us the imago and we can turn the page.

Mom!

Mom!

Accept your fate, Rachel.

I have incredible plans for you.

Samuel, don't do it.

Shhh...

You see?

You can't do it.

You won't want to leave your son alone in this mediocre world.

That wouldn't be a good end for this story, would it?

I can't think...of a better one.

Kill her.

Now.


This is how that story ends.

The saddest story of them all.

And like all stories, one day, it will be forgotten.

All that will remain will be a trace of black ink on a piece of paper.

But I know it was real.

I know she was real.

Sam?

And I know that one day, we will find a way to bring her back.

Poetry can do incredible things.


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