All language subtitles for Brothel, The 2008

- Brian, where are you?

Can I lure you like a siren?

- Can you lure me?

Lure me into the rocks.

Yeah, into the rocks.

- Naughty girl.

Why do you love me?

- Because you
are a beautiful shipwreck.

- Just a little more time.

- Let's get
out of town this weekend.

It's time I see that old building
you've been lusting after.

- Ah, come on,
Julianne, I've been your husband

for eight years.

Ah!

- Ha!

- Are you jealous of a building?

- It is a brothel.

- It was a brothel.

Long, long ago, once upon a time.

- Once upon a time.

- Damon.

Brian stayed at home.

He's having a dark day.

- Dark day?

So how many will I be seducing tonight?

- Last count 50.

And keep your hands off the groom.

And the bride.

- Cinnabar, can I help you?

- Did anyone
tell you that the bride

is allergic to garlic?

- No, no, no, they didn't.

- So sorry.

- No, it's not a problem, not at all.

We'll see you later.

Bye bye.

Did anyone mention that the bride

breaks out in a hideous
rash at the sight of garlic?

Great.

Where's that waitress with our cake?

Brian?

What you doing here?

You okay?

- Yeah, I just wanted to see you.

- Oh, you know I can't slow down.

I've just spent half
an hour in the kitchen

with Damon unstuffing Cornish game hens

and our guests are
arriving in half an hour.

- When will you be home?

- Oh, come on, honey, we won't have a home

if it doesn't pick up here.

You know I have to be here tonight.

- The restaurant's closed.

- We're opening in half an hour.

I'll be home at 11.

Make it worth your wait, I promise.

- There's a little more time.

- Damn you, in my office now.

What is it?

What is it?

Brian?

Good evening.

Two?

This way.

- I'm home.

Hello?

Hello?

Brian?

Oh, God!

No!

No!

Give him back!

Don't let him go.

Shadow of death

I will fear no evil.

- Emergency response system.

- I will walk through the
valley of the shadow of death.

- We missed you at the funeral.

- Face it!

- No!

Can we talk about what's mine for once.

- Mine.

- No, run!

- I will not look
back, I will not look back.

Once upon a time.

- Once upon a time.

Long, long ago.

- Nice truck.

- Thanks.

Nice view.

- Yeah.

- I'm looking for the House of Joy.

- Ah, you're the city
girl who wants to turn

into a B&B, huh?

- Word travels fast.

- It's big news in a small town.

This place used to be a hospital

back at the turn of the century

when the copper mines were flourishing.

Up there on the fourth floor
that used to be the asylum.

Miners afraid of the dark and others.

- Julianne.

- You'll find the House of Joy

down by the kaleidoscope shop.

Avery, he's expecting you, he's
got the key and everything.

- And you
think you're bad luck.

Here kitty kitty.

- Now, I was
a brave little girl.

But I was afraid of the attic.

All our secrets were up
there in those old chests.

Something guarded them.

- Secrets?

But you didn't open them.

- They were locked.

I used to try and charm them open.

I used to say tick-tock open lock.

Tick-tock, tick.

Tick-tock.

- Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

- Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick.

- Julianne?

I'm Avery.

You called from the city.

I suppose you'd like to take
a look at the House of Joy.

- I already did.

- Oh, I thought it was
locked.

- I like what I saw.

- Well, it used to be a brothel.

- Everyone seems to know that.

- I spent an unhealthy
amount of time indoors

reorganizing the Jerome archives.

This is quite a town.

Opium, murder, opera.

Miners came from all over the world.

If you need anything, I'm
just across the street.

- Shh, Julianne.

- Tick-tock.

- Julianne.

- Very funny.

- Julianne.

- Brian?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

A bloody dress

and a locked chest.

Tick-tock open the lock.

- Tick-tock, tick-tock.

- Excuse me.

Who was this woman?

- Lady Sadie.

She was the most famous
madam in Jerome's history.

Her girls came from all over.

Armenia, Italy, Spain.

The miners loved her.

- Did they?

- I met your husband when
he was out here last year.

Architect, right?

- Yes, yeah.

Do you know when she was here?

- I do know she was murdered in 1903.

- Who killed her?

- It was rumored the son of a mine owner.

She bled to death.

- In a red dress.

- In front of her own brothel.

- We're all here.

As much as you are anyway.

- Who is she?

The one in the bath--

- The one in the bath?

The redhead in the bath.

Who is Maddy?

- Who was in the bath?

That's it?

No screaming, no fainting?

I got more reaction as a brazen hussy

than I do now as a ghost.

Our stubborn blood stains.

- It's not blood.

- Of course not.

Come, a woman who on a whim
would take on the challenge

of ripping apart and
rebuilding an old cat house

must have something to say to a phantom.

- I'd rather you didn't smoke in here.

- Better not to speak.

- Is she your daughter?

- Who?

- The one hugging you in the picture.

- Ah, Maddy.

Yes, I thought you might ask about her.

Well, it's been a bleeding thrill

getting to know you, Julianne.

Now you just relax and enjoy.

You've been working hard.

Working hard to forget.

- Hey, how's the bed and breakfast coming?

Avery, the mildly eccentric

yet charming kaleidoscope vendor

who lives across the street.

- Yes.

- It's quite a storm we're
having. Got any leaks?

- Leaks, are you kidding?

I bought a goddamn sieve.

- Are you gonna remodel to period?

Because if you are, I
rescued the chandelier

from the brothel.

I didn't know you were gonna
come and save the building.

So I saw you limping up here

did you hurt your foot?

- Oh, that chandelier.

Lovey, while you're nosing
about find my drapes.

This is the profession
that thrives on discretion.

Didn't I say so.

- I'm not here
to find your lost things.

- My mistake.

I thought finding lost things was your

.

- Stolen, not lost, stolen.

It's just an old photograph, Julianne.

- I used to love kaleidoscopes.

- Oh.

Hello.

- Hi.

You said you rescued a chandelier?

- Rescued

is that what I said?

- Draws you into the moment at hand

like nothing else, doesn't it?

- Can I make you a cup of tea?

- Oh no.

I'd just like to see the chandelier.

- Take it.

It belongs in the brothel.

- Oh no, I'd want to buy it.
- Really.

- I don't need favors.

- Well, it's against my principles
to sell a hot chandelier.

Once I found out they were
gonna tear down the place,

I broke in and I couldn't bear the thought

of this piece falling
into the wrong hands.

What would you consider a trade?

I mean my family comes into
town from time to time.

You know, once you open
the bed and breakfast.

You know, my sister would had a big kick

out of staying in a haunted brothel.

Don't let me scare you.

It's just that I've gotten
used to living with ghosts.

- Doesn't scare me at all.

- Is it the ghosts that brought
you to Jerome, Julianne?

I don't even know your last
name or where you moved from.

Well, um...

- Where are we, Julianne?

Eight years at sea.

You're slipping away.

- Buried but not forgotten?

The chandelier made this room, Julianne.

A gift from one of the mine owners

after the best night of his life.

- What do you want?

You've been watching me
all day, haven't you?

- Don't be embarrassed.

A woman without a past is no woman at all,

not in my book anyway.

- Who's Sophie?

Till death do us part.

Not what you'd expect
to find in a brothel.

- Neither is a flannel shirt.

Oh, Julianne, quibbling with ghosts.

What would the neighbors think?

- Well, I was here first.

- I beg to differ.

- I'm real.

I'm really here.

- One of us doesn't have a
very good grasp of boundaries.

If it's me, I beg your pardon.

But you'll have to admit
I have the better excuse.

- And what's that?

- I'm dead.

I'm bored.

I stray.

What's your excuse?

- I'm here now.

And you're from the past.

- Time ceases after death.

Don't you find that to be so?

- How would I know?

- I remember when I was dying.

I began to slip over the
barriers of time, too,

to see those I'd lost

to death, other places.

- I feel like I'm slipping.

- It's always the way with the
slowly dying, the slipping.

- I'm not dying.

- It's always the way

with those close to death.

- I'm not dying.

- I'm not dying.

- I'm not dying.

- This they see here.

- I'm not dying, I'm not dead.

- Breathe.

Breathe.

She's right you know.

- Are you Sophie?

- Yes.

- Till death do us part.

In sickness--

- In sickness and in health.

Augustus liked to bring me things.

He brought me these.

They're miners' boots.

They made me feel brave.

We were going to go
everywhere in the world.

- Going to go
everywhere in the world.

- The mirror was a gift, too.

- Well, it was a pain
in the ass to polish.

Ow!

- You have no right to be rude.

You came knocking through
our place of rest,

rummaging through our things.

- No one else seemed interested.

- No one else could have found them.

- No one else cared to look.

- What do I look like?

- Am I still pretty?

- A life is such
a sad thing to waste.

You'll never forgive yourself.

- Said the dead prostitute
to the delusional woman.

- Suffering is a luxury for the living.

- I'm not suffering.

- For the living.

Breathe.

- Come back.

Sophie?

You are pretty.

- No, no.

- Are you afraid?

- The attic.

- The attic?

Things forgotten live up there.

Something borrowed, something blue.

Something old and something new.

The prostitute's hope--

- Hope chest.

The twisted joke or every girl's dream.

Priscilla.

The pleasure's all yours I'm sure.

Do you have a hope chest?

After all, why not hope?

Sophie had Augustus, Maddy was young.

What happened to Maddy?

- What happened to Maddy?

- I wasn't marriage material.

And Madam was already spoken for.

All good madams are
wives to their brothels.

What happened to Maddy?

- What happened to Maddy?

- Oh the things we forget
in the poppy fields.

Secrets can get you killed.

- We drew you a bath.

We drew you a bath.

We drew you a bath.

- Hope can
blow up in your face.

- We painted you.

We painted you a bath.

- Better to
die hoping than suffocate

for the lack of it.

We remembered you a bath.

Remembered you a bath.

We forgot you.

- The bath?

- There it is.

I've forgotten what it is I was trying--

- I've forgotten what it is

I was trying to forget.

Brian.

- Hear me.

- She doesn't seem very happy.

Maybe she's lost.

- Yes, maybe she is.

- You shut up.

- Maybe you should have
purchased a convent.

- Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh!

- Oh, that was easy.

I get him next week.

- Oh shh.

Shh, Katie.

Uh.

- Welcome to the House of Joy.

- Well, well, well, well.

Hello handsome.

- I just moved in

and now I'm running a whore house?

- No, I'm running a whore house.

You're just running.

- Thrilling.

A wild ride.

I was on the edge of my seat.

Brilliant performance.

- Shut up, Priscilla.

The men love Katie.

She's soothes them with her open--

- Legs, her willing mouth.

- My men come for the taste

of a woman's companionship.

Lonely.

- I'm fine.

- Julianne's here for the companionship.

- No, I'm just here for the sex.

- Less disappointment in sex.

And my men come, all they see is me.

When they leave...

- What do you want, Priscilla?

- To be seen.

Nobody wants an old whore.

- Augustus just wants me.

- Gayle wants me.

- Gayle?

- Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

- Gayle owns
this place, Julianne.

- He's not welcome here.

- Collecting debt is his specialty.

- What kind of woman
invites a man into her life

then runs away?

- I didn't invite you, Thief.

You broke in.

And then you stayed.

- That's why you like me.

You knew I would never leave you.

- Everyone leaves.

Look, it's over.

I'm taking my life back.

- Really?

- Yes.

- Ironic, looking for
your life in a ghost town.

Collecting lives is my job.

You are a rare one, Julianne.

I want you.

- You can't have me.

- Course I can.

- I get off for what I want to.

- Let him go.

- You take so much.

Why can't you just give me back
what you took, what's mine?

- Finders keepers.

- Wait, wait!

- A trade.

Isn't that what you wanted?

- Where is he?

- You chose to be my mistress.

Convinced me that you
could balance on the wire

between life and death better
than any tightrope walker

ever to fall to their brilliant death.

Ever again.

I want you.

Come with me.

You won't feel a thing,
Julianne, never again.

Come with me.

- No.

No, it's over.

- No, we're not going back.

We're going farther, farther, farther.

- Closer to him?

- I'll be back for you soon, Julianne.

- Brian.

Where are you?

- Far out at
sea, drifting, drowning.

- Can I lure
you back like a siren?

- Can you lure me,
lure me into the rocks?

- Into the rocks.

- Julianne, let me.

You're a beautiful woman, Julianne.

Julianne, any man

would gladly take you, any man.

But you, you are waiting
for one, aren't you?

One who might never come back again.

How, how could he?

Any ghost would gladly
trade places with you.

Is that what you want, huh?

- Where are we?

- To be a ghost, to find your ghost?

- Are you happy?

You and I we make...

- I am one of you.

- Come, come away.

- Away?

- He's waiting.

- Who?

I look like a prostitute.

Thank God no one's here to see.

- Really?

What about that man who was here?

- Who was that man who came after you?

- Thief?

- Why do you call him Thief?

- Because that's what he is.

I caught him breaking into my house.

I caught him stealing from me.

- Were you afraid?

- I was furious.

- What did you do?

- What do you think I did?

I took him to bed.

- In a sex mask when he came for me.

Sex at a price.

A woman after my own heart.

- I was only
after what was mine.

- You took a thief to bed?

- I figured I'd play him at his own game.

- And how was Thief in bed?

- Wicked.

- Gayle says I'm the naughtiest of all.

- Gayle?

- Did you steal back what was yours?

- What Thief put
in his little black bag?

- No.

Thief wasn't stupid
so I became his mistress.

He moved in early and he never left.

- But you did.

- Why?

He wanted you.

- A mistress expects
gifts like we expect money

to make up the difference.

- The difference?

- Thief wasn't willing to
give you what you needed

to make up for what wasn't there.

- He loved me.

- But you don't love him.

- I hate him.

- Hmm, the strongest glue.

- You see, a simple
trade is always the best.

Women who wanna be wives

are selling themselves into slavery.

Whereas we are free and independent.

We fuck, they pay, they leave.

The rest of our time is ours.

- Augustus gives me more than money.

Don't listen to her, Julianne.

- Gayle gives me things.

- No, Priscilla's right.

I left because he started
wanting more and more of me

and he wasn't paying up.

She's right.

I am one of you.

I am one of you.

- I am one of you.

- Quite a story.

- Yeah, I suppose it is.

- Tell me about
that night, the night of the,

what are we calling it?

The night of the robbery.

- Thief was there.

And I was there.

- You can
run but you can't hide.

Isn't that what they say?

- I see him.

- Hey, hey, hey, is something wrong?

- Um, I've decided to make the trade.

- Hmm?

- The chandelier.

- Oh, sure, sure, I'll
bring it over tomorrow.

- I just realized how much the
place needs light, you know.

- It's two in
the morning, Julianne.

- I'll get it.

- I'll just get dressed then.

- No, it's okay.

I'll get it.

I don't need help.

- Are you all right?

- Thank you.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Don't sleep.

- Julianne.

- Thief.

- Please don't hurt, ow.

- It hurts, please don't.

- Please don't hurt me!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
- Shut up.

- Don't, hit me, Daddy.

- Please stop.

Would you shut up.

You're driving me fucking insane here!

I feel nothing!

- Please, please.

- Get dressed.

- He's coming.

- Who?

- Gayle.

- Tick-tock, tick-tock.

- That was Gayle.

He was with Maddy.

- My heart.

I can't feel it.

Why does the madam let him in?

- He owns this place.

- I own this place.

- Hmm, that's not what Gayle thinks.

He owned this place for a very long time.

Very long time.

He owns Maddy.

- Couldn't you have--

- His family owns the mines.

We don't even own our bodies.

Be a ghost.

- I'll stop him.

You have to stop him.

- There's nothing we can do.

- There must be something.

- Nothing we can do.

- There must be.

- Be a ghost.

- Hmm I must have been.

Wake up.

- Have you ever been in love?

- Yes.

- He didn't mean to hurt us.

- Who?

- Secret.

- You've overstayed your welcome.

If you choose the stay,
the girls will suffer.

- I'm not afraid of you.

You're not even real.

- Rather selective about what's real

and what's not, aren't we?

Just curious, how would you classify this?

- Maddy!

- It's snowing,
snowing, Julianne, it's snowing.

- November 1902, the winter.

Must've been cold here.

- Everything in this
dirty, sooty town is new.

- Why the snow?

- He's promised
to make everything better.

- Silly girl.

Or did you love her?

- Ashes, ashes.

- Sophie loved Augustus.

She went crazy when he died.

- Easy to let your imagination

get the better of you.

Care to run lines?

- The spirit of empty places.

- Brian?

You okay.

- Yeah, I just wanted to see ya.

- What is it?

- Just a little more time.

- What is it?

- Just a little more time.

- What is it?

What is it?

Brian?

- Julianne.

- They grew old together.

Months up at a time.

- Nobody got sick, nobody died.

Nobody went away for a very long time.

They grew old together

the man and the woman.

Together, the man and the woman.

They traveled.

They had a child.

They opened a successful restaurant.

They laughed.

- Often.

- Often.

They laughed often.

And when they grew old,
they laughed even more.

Because they were in love, you see.

- That wasn't very exciting.

- Why are you so
pessimistic, Priscilla?

- Give Gayle a year or two to
teach her that one, sweetest.

- Priscilla.

- Tell us more about you, Julianne.

- I like it here with you.

- Tell us about your
life before you came to us.

- Can't remember.

I'm really tired now.

- At least I died with drama.

Disappearing bit by bit so
as not to frighten yourself

is so dull.

- I'm so
silly, so silly, silly.

- Julianne, you all right?

- What month is it, Maddy?

- November.

- What year?

- 1902, silly.

- Yes, of course.

- Where's your boyfriend, Julianne?

The one you said you were in love with.

I don't care what Sadie says,
I'm glad you're here with us.

- What does Sadie say?

- You'd rather die than see the truth.

- What truth?

- Secret.

I have a secret, too.

Promise not to tell.

None of the others would
understand but I know you will

because you ran away.

I'm going away, too.

Very soon.

- Where are you going?

- Some, uh, some better place.

- With Gayle?

Maddy, is Gayle taking you?

- He brought me chocolates.

- Love is, love is--

- Is what?

- Love is...

Just because a man loves
you, brings you chocolates...

Gayle is not a nice man, Maddy.

- I'd follow him anywhere.

- Follow him anywhere.

No.

You can't follow him!

- You don't know anything.

I don't believe you ever were in love.

- No, I was.

- Then describe him.

- Nothing?

- Describe it.

- Nothing, it's nothing.

- Can I do something, Brian?

- No, you can't.

- He was, he was, um...

We haven't spoken in days.

It's not nothing.

It was--

- Nothing is exactly what it is.

Would you shut up?

You're driving me fucking insane here!

I feel nothing!

- I'm going away with him.

It hurts him when I'm with other miners.

He loves me.

You wouldn't understand.

- Were you hiding
in the attic again?

Naughty girl.

- He needs me.

- Watch out, Julianne.

- He'll be
the ruin of you, Maddy.

- He'll destroy you.

They don't, they see it coming.

Because, Julianne, they're all working

to keep their boss happy.

- She went crazy when he died.

- Never leave me.

- Julianne.

- Julianne.

- Wasn't supposed
to kiss on the lips.

- Gayle, he was drunk.

He was coming to take Maddy to the mine.

I was trying to forget.

- Always a way--

- She took copper.

The mines.

Beautiful copper.

But when they burnt him
poison, they killed everything.

Everything died.

Everyone is dead now.

- Sophie.

- There are no more bats, no more bats.

The bats all died.

- Bats, what bats?

- The trees died.

Maddy died.

Augustus came to warn us.

- Julianne.

- Warn you?

- Gayle is coming!

Take Maddy away!

Augustus!
- I know.

- Augustus is going to
take me away from here.

- She trusted him.
- Going to take me away.

- We were going to
go everywhere in the world.

- Silly girl.

She died in the winter.

It was snowing.

She wasn't wearing any shoes.

- Sophie, Sophie,
what happened to you?

- She wasn't wearing any shoes.

- I.

- Augustus!

- Sophie.

Sophie, remember your miners' boots.

They make you brave.

Come on.

Now, you go.

Okay.

Now you can go wherever
you want in the world

or out of it.

It's time to move on.

- Everyone dies eventually.

- And you.

- And you?

Poor, poor Maddy.

Couldn't see the forest for the trees.

- You did it.

You killed Maddy.

- Yes.

And if you're giving me credit for that,

don't forget Sadie.

Augustus I count as two seeing
as Sophie eventually died

of a broken heart.

The hell with reality, right, Julianne?

- Why did you do it?

- Oh, let's keep pretending
nothing's happened.

Everyone's alive and no
one's lost their marbles.

- I won't
let you steal her away.

- Speaking of theft, what's this?

Maddy's got a visitor.

That morbid friend of yours

with a predilection for black.

- Thief.

- Run along, little girl.

You still have time to prove
yourself 100% ineffectual

at altering the past.

- You had a caller, Julianne.

He asked for you by name.

- What is it?

- We need to speak, privately.

- Amuse yourselves upstairs, girls.

- He was tall, dark, and handsome.

Perverse, too.

He was wearing a mask.

Sex and death.

She's a little confused.

- Did he really come?

- A man was here, yes.

I offered him one of the others.

He said he had come for you.

- Huh, he thinks he can just
come here and I'll go with him?

- Where there's a will there's a way.

Do you have a will, Julianne.

- Did he bring anything for me?

- I don't know.

- I'm wearing it now.

Thief says it's mine.

- He spoke to Maddy.

- Sadie, you have to take
Maddy away from here soon.

- What are you suggesting, Julianne?

That we run?

- Yes, run, get her out of here.

- But what about you, Julianne?

Thief came for you not for Maddy.

Who will save you?

- I will.

- Prove it.

- How?

- In case you hadn't realized,

my dear girl, we're already good and dead.

You're the only one who
still has a chance at living.

- Please, this isn't about me.

- Do something to prove you
exist, that you are alive,

that you have as much to lose
in the land of the living

as you seem to imagine you do in ours.

- Then you'll take her?

- Then we'll take her.

I'm trying a new recipe.

I need a guinea pig.

Dinner at my house tonight?

- Guinea pig?

- Yeah.

- So, who are we seducing tonight?

- Man from across the way.

- Until you moved in we
were beginning to think

that he might be uh...

- Shh.

- He never paid me a visit.

- That's because he's
sane and you're dead.

- And you?

He noticed you?

- I'm not dead.

- Your social life is.

Your choice of friends is frightening.

Get yourself a living friend,
for God sake, Julianne.

- Remember, dearie, it rhymes with .

- If it's...

- So, it's illegal to go into the mines?

- Yes.

- So what were you doing down there?

- Well, the first time I
think I was half hoping

that I wouldn't find my way back out.

The night I went into the
mine, I walked for hours.

Finally my lantern went out.

And then suddenly as if my mind

had completely
short-circuited, ...

I started to see colors.

And the longer I stared at what I was sure

was a hallucination,

inspired by a lack of food and sleep,

the colors begin to explode

into a million geometrical configurations.

I had this idea that I
wanted to take the light

from the phosphorescent rocks
to make a night kaleidoscope.

- I'd love to see one of those.

- Me, too.

Been working on one a long time.

But it needs something.

- I'm sure you'll find it.

Welcome to my brothel.

What do you think?

- I keep expecting the madam to walk in

and ask me for money.

- Squeeze him.

- What is it?

Brian?

What is it?

Brian, where are you?

- Oh.

I was dead to the world.

Julianne, are you all right?

- It was good for me.

Was it good for you?

- It was, it was more than...

- Lucky us.

We're neighbors.

We should do it again some time.

- I'm sorry for you, Julianne.

- We're always the wave.

- Don't wake him.

- We had a deal.

- What happened that night?

- Leave me alone.

I can't remember, okay?

All of you just leave me alone.

- Oh, God, Julianne.

Not a nice thing to deny a ghost memories.

They are what keep us present.

- Who else
was there that night?

- Thief was there.

- Turn it.
- Thief was there.

I was there.

- I was there.

- Turn.

- I was there.

- You were there.

You were there.

No, you weren't there.

- Ah, the bath.

- Julianne.
- He lives

in the wind, Julianne.

- You spent all
night in the bath getting--

- So cold.

- Maddy.

- He was in here.

- Gayle?

I wasn't crying.

Am I dead?

- He came to warn us.

Gayle, cut him.

- What kind of a woman
invites a man into her life

then runs away?

- Thief!

- Gayle.

- Leave her alone!

- She trusts me.

- Take me, Thief.

- Come for Maddy.

- She's no challenge.

Let go of the girl.

A ghost.

Here you have woman of flesh.

Or can't you handle that?

- I've lost interest, Julianne.

- Your a balancing act between worlds

was always so intriguing.

But you slipped

and have fallen.

- What is it that you need, Gayle?

It is more than a girl
like Maddy can give you.

Tell me, tell me what you need, Gayle.

Run!

- How many pieces have you broken into?

- Leave her alone.

Maddy.

No!

Maddy?

- Maddy?

No!

- Here it is, I found it.

- I want to look
good for the funeral.

- Whose funeral?

- Mine.

- She didn't even go.

- Shh, Maddy.

- He's a murderer, Maddy.

- So if you're Gayle

and I'm her,

who does she think she is?

She doesn't see.

- She will.

You start with an empty shell.

Hush.

You end...

Hush, Julianne.

With an empty shell.

- Brian?

- How far will you take this, Julianne?

- Take me with you.

- What's is left Julianne?

- Let me go, Thief.

Take me to what you stole.
- And here we are.

I let you follow true love.

- I don't love you.

- I'm the only thing you've
dared to love in months.

You've fallen,

haven't you, my angel?

You're drowning in me.

- I'm drowning?

Where is he?

- Where oh were, indeed.

- Isn't he?

One of many faces.

- I know who you are.

- Of course you do.

- Is it my time to die?

- Only you know that.

- Was it Brian's time to die?

- There was nothing you could've done.

- You shouldn't have left her alone.

- He didn't want to stay.

- That's no excuse.

- He wanted to set you free.

- You don't know.

He wouldn't have left me.

I came home and then
you, he stole you away.

He took your life.

- Who took my life?

- You owe me.

You owe me the truth.

- Your already know it.

But I remember, he called me to him.

Many people do these days.

- Brian, pick up.

Don't sleep.

I'm coming, okay?

Don't sleep.

- Oh, my God.

Oh God!

What have you done?

What have you done?

Oh no, no.

Oh no.

No, no.

You.

You took your life.

- My life, Julianne, not yours.

- You quit.

- Yes, it was a relief.

By the end, I only felt life through you.

Only through you.

- .

In sickness and in health.

- Till death do us part.

It was selfish and I am sorry.

But you knew me better than anyone.

You knew where I was headed.

- But I didn't want to know it

because I loved you, Brian.

And if I'd let myself understand
how much you wanted this,

I'd have had to want it for you

and I couldn't.

So I let you do it alone.

I denied you.

Why are you smiling?

- Because you felt you
would die without me.

But I know now as do you that you won't.

- And you?

What do you feel?

- I feel nothing.

- This is what you wanted.

Hmm?

- Yes.

- The time for me to go now.

Already I'm
forgetting how you looked.

Only glimpses.

And your mouth, your hands,

your eyes.

- He gave his life to me

as did you.

For time.

- Julianne!

Julianne!

Shit!

- Avery, I'm sorry.

- See how every
fracture captures the light

and sends it in new directions?

- Hmm.