Winter's Tale

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What if, once upon a time, there

were no stars in the sky at all?

What if the stars are

not what we think?

What if the light from afar doesn't

come from the rays of distant suns...

but from our wings

as we turn into angels?

Destiny calls to each of us.

And there is a world behind the

world where we are all connected.

All part of a great

and moving plan.

Magic is everywhere around us.

You just have to look.

Look.

Look closely.

For even time and distance

are not what they appear to be.

Next.

Sir, you're next.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to go back.

What?

No. No. Why? We...

It's pulmonary.

Ah... What about the baby?

Is there place for him?

If we have to go

back, we leave him.

I'm sorry.

No. You do not understand.

We are all connected.

Each baby born carries

a miracle inside.

A unique purpose.

And that miracle is promised to

one person and one person alone.

We are voyagers, set on a

course towards destiny...

lo find the one person

our miracle is meant for.

But be warned:

As we seek out the light...

darkness gathers.

And the eternal contest between Good and

Evil is not fought with great armies...

but one fife at a time.

Stop right there! Get

back here, Pete!

- Get back here!

- Unh!

Pete, them was just orders!

No. Not like that.

We have him now.

Let's do it slowly...

with the knives.

Get him!

Horse. Horse.

Horse.

Go, go, go!

Go on!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa! Whoa.

Horse! Come on! Other away!

Other way!

Horse!

What are you?

He's got the goddamn horse.

Good afternoon.

The butler told me

I should leave my coat on.

Mm.

We have fever in the house.

Is it your wife that needs

spectacles, Mr. Penn?

Dead.

I'm sorry.

It's eight years ago.

Still, you never stop missing them.

It's for my daughter.

She'll be finished soon.

It is nice, isn't it? Brahms.

Beverly...

this man has come to

make you some new glasses.

Don't worry, it's not contagious.

No, no.

My sister...

she had it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Better this way...

or this way?

How old was she?

Your sister?

Twenty...

when she died.

You never think you're as old

as you're ever going to get.

No.

I suppose not.

This way...

or this?

First.

The fever, it can make

things wonderful.

Even now...

I can see winter as it turns

around the room on the light...

darting from white lances...

to rays...

to silver crosses...

to the optical glass...

to the flames,

to the reflective windows.

And illuminating each of us.

The sicker I become...

the more clearly I can see that

everything is connected by light.

Do you have glasses for that?

Hey, Cecil.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Yeah, he's something, isn't he?

And, boy, can he jump.

I want a saddle, oats...

and I want a nice blanket for him.

Cashmere.

He's the best duff you

ever stole, Pete.

Oh, he ain't duff, Cecil.

He's me new partner.

Aren't you, horse?

- You can't keep hiding out up in the attic.

- Why?

Word went out, Pearly's tripled the reward.

He's got his guys looking everywhere.

Ugly son of a b*tch.

He found me this morning.

Horse saved my life.

I think I'll get out of town till

summer, you know? Me and horse.

Steal enough to get us by. Just let

this whole thing blow over, you know?

I don't see Pearly much

as the blowing-over kind.

Yeah.

- That's because you worry too much, Cecil.

- Heh.

Just board him for me, will you?

Thanks.

Pete!

You forgot your..

Change.

I was wondering when

you'd get here.

May I have your attention please.

Train number 43...

is now boarding on Track Number 4.

Enter!

The fire at St. Paddy's is set

for Sunday Mass.

That's not what matters to me.

We got the word out to everyone:

500 for his head.

- And the horse?

- The same. Seems like a lot for a horse.

Well, that's because

it's not a horse.

- It's a dog.

- You just said it was a...

As far as we can tell,

he hasn't left the city.

Woola boys are watching all the bridges.

New York's not that big. We'll find him.

- You better.

- I know, boss.

People are scared and unhappy

all over the city.

Miracles are down by half.

More if you count Brooklyn.

What's so special about Peter?

You used to like him.

Never met me a better thief.

- Why all of a sudden, we gotta kill him?

- Romeo, Romeo.

Do you spend time...

wondering about the world?

The workings of things.

- No, sir.

- Right. Well...

better not to start now.

Do you think I, uh, steal

gold and gems for wealth?

No.

What makes these most precious...

it's the way they

accept the light.

Peter Lake is human.

But that horse...

That horse might leave a trail.

And Yahtzee!

Grand Central Station.

Let's go and kill him.

And while we're at it, let's

try and grab that horse.

You just said it was a dog.

Go and get the boys.

Hi.

Hey.

Everybody's all packed to

go up to the lake tomorrow.

I'll come up the next

day, sweetheart.

Daddy just has to

get my tent ready.

So you can stay cold?

So I can stay cold.

You can't die, Bev.

Sweet girl...

it's not up to me.

Tell me again.

There's this great dance...

and we all have our part.

And when we're done here...

if it's after one

life, or a thousand...

we rise up into the sky

and we become stars.

Tell me their names again.

Castor...

Pollux...

Capella...

It's a great night's

work, my friend.

We head south to Florida.

Or Maryland, maybe.

That sounds like the kind of place

you might like.

All right, let's go.

Horse.

Horse.

Come on.

Horse, it's gonna be light soon.

We need to get out of town.

Pearly's got a hundred eyes

looking after us.

Come on.

Come on.

Hor...

You're just getting greedy now.

Fine.

But this is our last score.

Don't know who's a bigger fool:

A horse who won't listen to his master,

or a master who listens to his horse.

God, make me cold.

Hello, you beauty.

James...

James the Lesser, Bartholomew...

Squeaks.

What?

It squeaks.

Age.

You have a gun.

Right.

What are you doing here?

I was just robbing the place,

you know.

Or that was the idea, anyway.

Is that still your intention?

Uh...

No.

No, it isn't.

Well, then...

I suppose the polite thing to do

would be to offer you a cup of tea.

Wow.

You did understand

the part about me...

coming here to steal

from you, yeah?

It's my father, technically.

I broke in.

Where?

He takes epic measures

to bar entry.

Well, actually, you left the door to

the roof wedged open. So I just...

- Did I?

- Yeah.

I must stop doing that.

Yeah.

I mean, you should be scared.

Well, I'm not.

No, I can see that.

The tea is lovely.

It's called Lapsang Souchong.

It's black and from China.

It's too hot for me to drink...

but the smell always reminds me

of London.

I've never been to London.

I didn't think so. No. Heh.

I was born there.

What's wrong with you,

if you don't mind me asking?

Consumption.

I'm 21 and I've never been kissed

on the mouth.

Sorry, that came out wrong.

I don't know anyone, you see.

I can't go out. I can't dance.

I sleep in a tent on the roof to keep

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