Cloud Atlas Page #9

every morning

and all becomes clear.

Wish I could make you see this brightness.

Don't worry, all is well.

All is so perfectly, damnably well.

I understand now,

that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions.

All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended.

One may transcend any convention,

if only one can first conceive of doing so.

Moments like this...

I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own

and I know that separation is an illusion.

My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

Storm is coming, Mr. Ewing. Gotta get you down below.

I'm not running a f***in' charity! Out with you! Out ya go!

Ah, Mr. Ewing! A-a-a-a-a-a-a... a word if I may.

Dangerous times we're livin' in.

Quite a scandal. They... They say this

ruffian, Robert Frobisher is a composer.

You're a composer too, aren't you, Mr. Ewing?

- What do you want?

- The constable asked to search my rooms.

I know how hard... you're working,

so I told him there's no one on the third floor.

It costs quite a bit of money to keep an entire floor empty.

- That's all I have.

- Oh.

Mm... What a beautiful... waistcoat.

If these letters aren't important,

- why do you keep reading them?

- I don't know.

Maybe I'm... just trying to understand something.

What?

Why we keep making the same mistakes... over and over.

Maybe you should ask... Megan.

- What?

- Do you know a Megan?

That's his niece. How do you know that?

Looks like he mailed something to her.

Probably used the envelope he was keeping the letters in.

Come on, Luisa. First rule of mystery writing;

a good clue always leads to another clue.

When "The Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish" is

turned into a film,

I'm thinking, for the role of the hero: One part

Sir Laurence Olivier,

with a dash of Michael Caine.

Who the hell is this?

(Dr. Conway, Aurora House. I'm covering for Dr. Upward.)

- Oh, is this about mother?

- Yes, it is, Mr. Hotchkiss,

Uh, I'm afraid you must steel yourself.

I don't think she's going to last the night.

(Unfortunately, it isn't a convenient time for us.)

Do we really need to come right now?

Uh, no, no. Of course not. But she did ask for

you specifically

and she seems quite upset about her last will.

We'll be right there.

The plan was a series of topling dominoes,

that'd commenced with Ernie announcing my death

to Nurse Noakes.

- I know. I know.

- Shh!

The entire ambush hinged upon the silence of Mr. Meeks.

- I know. I know.

- Shh!

Mr. Cavendish?

Everything all right?

- Don't leave me here.

- Shh.

Mr. Cavendish?

- I knew it! It was too good to be true!

- You cantankerous witch!

Mr. Hotchkiss, your mother is my dearest friend here.

Do please hurry.

And so... adieu!

Which, translated literally from the French means:

"To commend before...

God!"

(I have Joe Napier on line one, Mr. Hooks. He said

he can't wait.)

For god's sake, Joe, I am late already. What's up?

(I got a call from that reporter... Rey?)

She was asking about Sixsmith.

(I see.)

You said she wasn't gonna be a problem.

Uh, well, uh some problems are more resilient

than others, Joe.

- Where's the ruddy key?

- Did he not leave it in the ignition?

His wife was driving, she took 't...,

the ruddy female took the key in with her!

Oh, sweet Saint ruddy Jude! What do we do now?

Look! Under the sunflap.

- Ah!

- [Others]:
Yes!

What is it?

It's not a key, wha'do you do with it?

- What else could it be?

- Well, how does it work?

- Shite!

- Oh, no!

Well, think of something! You're the genius!

You're the ruddy, ruddy genius!

We're done for.

Oh, boy. I can't even believe I'm going to do this.

(Is this thing working? I mean, is it even on? Can you

hear me?)

[Whispers]:
Just keep walking.

[Whispers]:
Think he's behind me.

Whatever you do, don't look back.

Get out of my car!

[Staff yelling]

What's that button for?

[Radio blares]

Oh, no! It's Mr. Meeks. He does want to come.

Ruddy, bloody hell!

All for one and one for all?

The gate!

Veronica? Would you unlock the door for Mr. Meeks?

Hello, Mr. Meeks! We're out for a nighttime drive.

I know, I know.

- Ramming speed!

- Ah! How thrilling!

Oh, no!

- Foot to the floor, Cavendish!

- Here we go!

[All]:
Aagh!

Here we go.

Come along now, Adam. Handsomely does it.

Oh, the worm fights back.

It is always darkest before the dawn.

Mr. Ewing?

Mr. Ewing is at a critical juncture of his treatment.

The next few hours will determine if he lives or dies.

Then I stay here.

- No, no, no, no. You can't.

- I must. Mr. Ewing saved my life.

It my duty.

Listen to me, you ignorant ape,

Mr. Ewing doesn't want you around him.

You probably infected him to begin with!

He begged me and I quote: "Keep that dirty n*gger

away from me!"

So please, kindly respect his wishes!

- Where'd he go?

- I don't know.

Ah, sh*t!

To freedom.

Freedom.

[Patrons singing]

Oh!

(...England does it again! Scotland goes down...)

You are going to be sorry in ways you cannot

even imagine.

What do you mean, you bastard!

[Sharp exhale]:
Hah!

Aagh!

Joe!

- No immigrants here. No immigrants here.

- Look.

- I'm not an inspector. We need your help.

- [Speaking Spanish]

I don't understand.

We don't want the police to get involved,

but there is a man trying to kill us

and we really need your help.

Are there no true Scotsmen in the house?

Those there English gerants

are trampling all over my God-given rights!

These people are mine.

They've used me an' my pals most direly.

and we're in need of a wee bit of assistance.

Aye, pal.

We will not let ya down.

Now, you just look here, you grebo

you can go shank your bloody sporran...

[Patrons]:
Grr-Aagh!

Okay, two people came in here. Which way did they go?

Which way did they go?!

Shut up!

Shut the f*** up!

Stupid f***ing wetback.

What? What? What was that, Adam?

How shall I comprehend, when... you drool and dribble so?

Oh, let me hazard to guess, something in the key of...

"Oh, Henry. How could you do this to me?

I thought we were friends." Oh, unfortunately you

were wrong.

Wrong, like Horrox and your silly father-in-law.

There is only one rule that binds all people. One

governing principle.

It defines every relationship on God's green earth.

The weak... are meat and the strong do eat.

[Whispers]:
That way.

I told Hooks you couldn't be trusted, Joe.

You'll be next, you son of a b*tch.

Part of the business.

Enjoy your retirement.

[In Spanish]:
Amaba... a este... perro!

[In English]:
And don't call me a f***ing wetback.

Why, you ask?

It's absurdly simple. There is gold in your trunk. I want it.

So I've killed you for it.

Get away from Mr. Ewing or I kill you!

You!

Mr. Ewing, Mr. Ewing!

(Got to flush you with the...) Come on, Mr. Ewing.

What was that?

Kona war cry!

Zachry!

[Whispers]:
Oh no, no. Sonmi, no!

Zachry!

This is what the general wanted me to see?

The end rushes towards me. Unable to eat or sleep,

like Ewing, the mortal coil has become a noose.

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