The Giver Page #6

I can correct this.

Friends forever, right?

And then we will address

what's happened.

When I went over the Edge,

we shouldn't have made it.

This was a miracle.

The Giver had talked about them.

He told me I could draw

strength from the memories.

I knew by giving them to Gabe,

I could protect him.

Prick your finger and put a

little blood on this apple.

When you leave in the morning,

put the apple over the sensor.

I've been doing it for months,

and it's worked every single time.

What has he taught you?

This is the only way.

This is the only way to

make everything okay.

Gabe is in danger.

What they're gonna

do to him is really bad.

I want you to come with us.

When I get there, you'll understand.

I'll come back for you.

Yes.

Careful.

Careful.

I apologize for failing again.

I don't think you failed.

I think you succeeded with your plan.

Ever since the girl was Released,

you haven't been the same.

I genuinely hoped

Jonas would help you.

You'd have a fresh start.

The two of you would work together.

Which, it seems, you have.

We will find Jonas.

Jonas, our Receiver of Memory,

lost to the Edge.

Jonas, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas,

Jonas, Jonas, Jonas,

Jonas, Jonas,

Jonas, Jonas, Jonas...

How do they know Jonas is gone?

We must not say his name any more.

I will.

You have to be quiet now, Lily.

Jonas, Jonas...

And a hippo is really an elephant.

Jonas, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas...

What I'm about to tell you,

you must never repeat to anyone.

I don't believe Jonas is Lost.

But the Ceremony of Loss?

A charade.

I don't expect you to understand,

but you must know that Jonas

has become dangerous.

He must be stopped.

He must not get beyond

the Triangle of Rocks.

What do you want me to do?

You know Jonas.

I want you to find him.

And then...

I want you to lose him.

Jonas.

- What are you doing?

- Asher, please, let us go.

I can't.

I'm supposed to...

To what?

To lose you.

Asher, if you are my friend,

if you ever were my friend,

can you please somehow trust me?

Trust me now.

I do trust you, Jonas.

Come on, please.

Jonas.

You found him.

I did.

For the good of all of us,

I beg you,

finish this.

It's finished.

Hey.

It's okay.

Nothing the Giver had shown me

had prepared me for

the voices in my head,

screaming at me to stop.

But I knew Fiona would be

punished for helping me,

Asher, for letting me go.

The only way to help them,

to keep them alive,

Was to get to the Boundary,

if it even existed.

I strengthened Gabe with

memories of having enough

and knowing joy.

It was the memory of Fiona

that kept me going.

Fiona?

I've taken care of everything.

We've arranged for your Release.

There'll be a nice ceremony.

Now, you get some rest.

- I felt things.

- What?

I know that there's something more.

- Fiona...

- Something missing from our lives.

No, not missing.

Something that has been

stolen from me and from you.

I don't know what it is exactly,

but Jonas does.

I have felt things, and they

were warm, and they were nice.

They were beautiful.

I have felt things.

I have felt things.

I have felt things.

Where is the tower, Gabe?

The tower should be here.

You can stop this.

Stop what?

If you don't want to see it,

sit down with the other Elders.

Close your eyes.

Ceremony of Release to Elsewhere.

Hello, Fiona.

You uncomfortable?

I'm not uncomfortable.

I'm afraid.

You don't have to be afraid.

You know me.

I'll be very gentle.

I promise.

Okay?

Her name was Rosemary.

She was my daughter.

I loved her.

Precision of language.

I could not be more precise.

Do you know what that's like?

To love someone?

I do.

I've cried, felt true sorrow.

I've sung, danced.

I've felt real joy.

Then you should know

better than anyone.

You have seen children starve.

You've seen people stand

on each other's necks

just for the view.

You know what it feels like

when men blow each other up.

Yes.

Over a simple line in the sand.

I do, I do, but...

And yet...

And yet,

you and Jonas want to

open that door again,

bring all that back.

If you could only see

the possibility of love.

- Why?

- Of love.

- Love is just...

- With love comes faith,

with it comes hope.

Love is just passion that can turn.

We can do better.

It turns into contempt and murder.

We could choose better.

People are weak.

People are selfish.

When people have the freedom

to choose, they choose wrong

every single time.

It's a sled.

Loss and pain,

music,

Joy,

the raw, impossible,

beautiful feeling of love.

Your son, he felt that.

That girl, she has felt it.

That's enough.

We are living a life of

shadows, of echoes, of faint,

distant whispers of

what once made us real.

Excuse me for one second, Fiona.

We must continue.

I wish I had been there

when the memories returned.

They were the truth.

The Elders and their

rules were the lie.

So I do not apologize.

I knew Fiona was safe,

that I'd see her again,

and that I held the

future there in my arms.

The Giver had led us

here to this house.

It was real.

From far behind me,

from the place I had left,

I thought I heard music, too.

Perhaps it was only an echo,

but it was enough.

It would lead us all home.

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