Inkheart Page #4

That should do it!

Let's get out of here!

Must've run off!

Help me!

Come here! Let's go.

- Come on!

- Straight on!

- Come on!

- Get them!

Come on, get up!

You were right.

Mo!

- Gwin!

- Meggie!

Meggie!

Look! Hold on! Hold on! Wait, hold on!

Don't move!

Watch out!

Dustfinger!

Where are we going?

Don't leave me!

The prisoners!

They're escaping!

Run!

- Hurry, get in!

- Run, run!

Get in, get in!

- Get the keys, hurry up!

- Take all the keys!

- Which one?

- The one with the nine!

Wait, wait, wait, Gwin!

Come on, Gwin.

Come on! Okay, go, go!

Hold on!

Watch out!

Still think you're dreaming?

Well, what else could it be?

We're flying.

Or is it the night flying past us?

He lives in Alassio.

Which way is that?

- South.

- South?

Can't you be more precise?

Beats a camel, huh?

Farid.

Oh, hooligan.

Farid, some clothes for you.

You'll freeze to death otherwise.

Apparently this is the place.

Man in the fishmonger's says he lives

in an apartment over the square.

Good. Great.

Oh, I'm not coming.

What do you mean? You have to come,

otherwise he won't believe me.

Oh, I don't know.

You can be pretty persuasive.

- Huh?

- You talked me out of a book.

The book is right here within our grasp...

You're afraid.

You've never read lnkheart, have you?

What's there to read?

I've lived it. Except for the end,

and I've got no interest in that.

Well, why not?

Do you know the end

of your story, Meggie?

No. And I suspect you wouldn't want to.

It'd be like turning

to the last page of a mystery.

- Where's the fun in that?

- Well, I think I know the end of my story.

- Hm?

- I'm going home.

Why?

I'm sorry. It's just all too real for me.

I prefer a story that has the good sense

to stay on the page where it belongs.

No, I have to get back to my

poor, desecrated books.

I want to mend them, put them in order.

- I'll do that. Let me...

- Here's some money for you.

You see, I've already bought my ticket.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

- Elinor...

- Let her go.

Don't catch cold.

Bye, then.

Here it is. This must be it.

That's it.

What? Oh.

- Signor Fenoglio?

- Yes?

Sir, my name's Mortimer Folchart.

- I'm Meggie.

- My daughter.

- I want to be a writer too.

- You do?

Yes. Give me something to write with.

Be quick, I've got a cake in the oven.

You look like you've been taxidermied.

- If you want an autograph, give me a pen.

- We don't want one.

- You don't want an autograph?

- No.

Then why in the name

of Chaucer's beard are you ringing?

Well...

Dustfinger's in the piazza, we just

escaped from Capricorn's village...

...and you won't even believe

what Basta tried to do.

What?

Come home.

Please, come home.

A good story, I'll give you that.

Silvertongues is a wonderful concept.

Wish I thought of it.

Too absurd to take seriously.

I know my characters are so believable

that they seem to leap off the page.

But it's simply not possible.

Exactly as I imagined him.

This must be what it feels

like to give birth.

Wait, where you going?

He doesn't want to meet.

Of course he does.

I'm practically his father.

Well, what was that at the end?

It's called Dragon's Breath.

You can teach to me?

I'm sure that this must be very exciting

for you to meet your characters.

But the purpose that we came here

was to find a way...

...to get him back in the book.

Your father's given me

an idea for a character.

A master thief who steals things...

...the way a blue jay swipes

shiny objects off window sills.

I am not trying to steal them.

You snatched them.

You're trying to keep them from me.

That, my friend, is thievery.

I'm just trying to get my wife back.

Dustfinger.

- So wonderful to meet you.

- Oh, no, no. No.

The scars are perfect.

As hideous as I imagined.

- I told you, he's afraid.

- But, oh, not me, I hope.

He's afraid of what happens

at the end of the book.

What do you mean? Because he dies?

Oh, no.

- Oh, I see. Right, I'm sorry.

- He dies in the end?

I had to make the story exciting, it's my

job. They can't all have happy endings.

Life doesn't always, after all.

How's it happen?

You're killed by one of Capricorn's men

while trying to save Gwin.

It's a very touching death scene.

I cried when I wrote it.

You think I care what you wrote?

You don't control my fate.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

I'm not just some character

in your book...

...and you...

...you're not my God.

Now, listen, old man...

...do you have a copy

of the book or don't you?

Because I would like

to go home now, please.

The problem is it's been

out of print for decades.

Plus, the original print run

was quite small.

Then there was the fire

in the warehouse...

...and the publishers

went out of business.

This is gonna take forever.

Stop it. This is no time to act foolishly.

- Stop it.

- You're as sour as goat's urine.

Thanks. And I don't want to know

how you know that.

Look around. This garden is paradise.

No slave drivers. No sandstorms.

- No fleas.

- No peace and quiet.

No, it's not that one either.

I did hold on to a few copies...

...but I loaned them to a book exhibition

in Genoa a few years ago...

...and they were stolen.

I suppose Capricorn

was behind the theft.

At the time I assumed

it was just bad luck.

- Ah! Here we are.

- What is it?

The original manuscript. Look at that!

Typewritten, can you imagine?

Grabbies.

After all these years,

l still remember the characters.

The water nymphs in the Wayless Wood.

And in the castles of Umbra...

... the Black Prince.

The Motley Folk.

And of course you, Dustfinger.

As well as the villains:

The Adderhead,

Capricorn and the Fire Raisers.

And the worst of all, The Shadow.

It's a wonderful book, I must say.

I'd give anything to go into it myself.

Well, get in line, old man.

I've got page 209 to 447.

What do you got?

I have the rest.

All right. Need that.

Now you can read me back, right?

Well, I'll try to. But that's only after I've

read my wife out, and she's all right.

It's the only way I'm gonna do it.

- We might have a problem.

- What are you talking about?

You can't read her out.

Why?

Because she's not in the book.

- What are you not telling me?

- I've seen her.

She's not actually in the book anymore.

- She's...

- Where?

She's in Capricorn's village.

Darius read her out.

She's alive?

We were just there

and you didn't tell me!

- We need the book.

- We didn't need the book!

I needed the book!

My mum was there

and you didn't tell us?

Listen...

Yeah, don't look at me like that...

...because if your Dad knew the truth,

he wouldn't have helped me...

...and I need the book.

- Selfish, repugnant, weak character!

- Blame him, he wrote me that way.

- I disagree.

- You tell me how to find her!

Not until you promise to read me back.

- Tell me how to find my wife.

- I miss my family too.

All right.

Promise.

I promise.

I want to help save Mum too.

- Take me with you.

- You know I can't do that.

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