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Winter's Tale Page #5
It can't be.
Your father?
What's happening here?
She's dead.
She's long gone.
They're all dead a hundred years.
Not all of them.
- Yes?
- Hi. Um...
My name is Virginia Gamely.
Uh, I work here.
- Yes?
- I write the food column.
- Yes?
- Is she in?
Do you have an appointment
I'm not aware of?
Thank you, Mr. Ambassador. I'm glad
we could come to an understanding.
I think I'll have a
milkshake for lunch, Marge.
Do you think Dr. Levi
would kill me?
Chocolate with whipped cream.
Ms. Penn?
Willa.
Little Willa.
Peter Lake.
It's right up there.
Where did you find him?
How is this really possible?
Well, in a life this
long, you do see things.
Things that don't always add up
to the world we think we know.
Hmm.
I've always held on to that table.
Nothing special, can't say why.
She was like a bright light.
How did she die?
Consumption.
The night she died...
The night she died...
I searched the sky for her.
Orion's Belt, I think.
She used to say that when we
finished our work on Earth...
we would fly up and become stars.
What work?
She was 21.
How could she have
possibly been finished?
Why am I still alive?
Well, I look at you, Peter,
unchanged after all these years.
Maybe there's something
What?
I have no idea.
May I make you some tea?
Please.
Thank you for bringing
me back here.
I have a feeling we won't see
each other again, will we?
It's poor manners to talk
back to your elders.
Technically, I think
I'm older than you.
No, I have a feeling we won't.
Goodbye, Peter Lake.
Goodbye, little Willa.
I'm looking forward
to your next recipe, young lady.
I rather like pecans.
I have to pick up my
daughter at 3:
30.So, um...
I live down on 12th Street.
I've got a chicken...
if you like chicken.
I would like that, but, um...
- Well, I have a few things I need to...
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- Take care.
- Thank you.
Tell the boss that we found him.
How is he still alive?
What are we talking about here, Lu?
We're talking about what we are always
talking about:
Stars in the sky.Miracles.
- I stopped him from saving her.
- Pearly.
Not his miracle.
Hers.
What?
You were so fixated
on stopping him...
you missed her entirely.
She made him love her so much
that he could not die.
He was her miracle.
I want to kill him,
and I want him to stay dead.
I want him turned into snow
and scattered to the four winds.
Mm.
You would be fighting as a mortal.
That's rather extreme,
don't you think?
I'll tell you something
No matter how far
we tip the scales our way...
no matter how many of them
we turn dark...
nothing seems to break
their capacity for hope.
They pass it back and forth
like the flu at a preschool fair.
We're losing, Lucifer.
One bright star at a
time, we're losing.
You will have to say
the words, Pearly.
Right.
I, Pearly Soames...
Demon Enforcer of the
Five Boroughs...
Black Knight of the
Armies of the Fallen...
and faithful and willing servant
to Lucifer, your good self...
hereby request
that the loser of the fight...
between the human, Peter Lake,
and myself...
die the one true death.
Reconsider.
No.
Last chance, Pearly.
Granted.
Pearly.
Watch out for the starlight.
What are you talking about, Lu?
Be careful. I would
hate to lose you.
Why?
You get used to people.
Did you try the
Brussels sprouts yet?
I'm not really that hungry, Mom.
Just try to eat
something, baby, okay?
Okay.
Here you go.
- Mama?
- Yes, baby?
Where do you think
we go when we die?
Come here.
Hello?
You said 12th Street, and you're
the only Gamelys on 12th Street.
And I do like chicken.
- You floated here? In a boat?
- That's what I was told.
We have chocolate, strawberry...
and pistachio.
Pistachio. Pistachio?
- She hates vanilla.
- I hate vanilla.
Mama.
Lay her down.
Hey, baby. All right.
Relax. Relax, relax. Mama's here.
It's all right. It's all right,
darling. Mama's here.
She gets seizures.
She'll sleep now.
Abby has red hair.
We have to go. Now.
No. There's nowhere to go.
The girl in the pictures...
the girl I've been drawing...
it was her all along.
She has cancer, Peter.
Her doctors say she's dying.
I think I know how to save her.
They said only a miracle.
Me.
That's why I stayed alive.
For her.
I'm her miracle.
This is crazy.
I can save her. I know I can.
We have to go.
There are men coming who mean to harm me.
I think they mean to harm Abby too.
Trust me, please.
There's a horse on the roof.
There is.
Hello, my old friend.
It's been a very long time.
Here. Give her to me.
Come on.
- You know where to go, horse.
- What?
Shh. Let him do the math.
Okay.
- How is she?
- Still sleeping.
Hey.
Coheeries.
It looks forgotten.
Come on, this way.
What about those, uh...?
Whoever they were. Christ.
I don't think they can
follow us up here.
You don't think. That's reassuring.
No, I'm fairly sure.
Rules change.
Little Peter wants to save someone.
But I want to fight.
Good to see you, Peter.
In fairness, I can't say the
Well, it seems I got
Honest mistake.
I'll fix it.
There's 20 of us.
And there's just the one of you.
There'll be no miracles tonight.
And her destiny is
getting skewered.
Horse.
I suppose you know
what to do, horse.
Always a coward, that White Dog!
Boys.
Why do you do it, Pearly?
Do you even know?
I know my destiny.
And it's high time you met yours.
Off the ice!
Right, then.
Abby?
Abby.
Oh, Jesus. No.
A bed of wishes made 100 years ago by
a little girl who's now an old woman.
A bed made to save a girl with flaming
red hair from dying too young.
A place made for a miracle.
Now, I'm just a mechanic, but
what are we if not machines?
Machines that need a little
help from the universe to run.
Abby.
Is this why we love at all?
To save?
You were always the
one, weren't you?
Please, you were always the
one I was meant to save.
Come back.
Please come back.
No.
Mama?
Why is everybody crying?
Did I get sick and pass out again?
Yes, Abby.
But you're better now.
Why would so many things conspire
to save one little girl's life?
But what if it wasn't just Abby?
What if she is no more or
less special than any of us?
What if we are all unique...
and the universe loves
us all equally?
So much so that it bends over
backwards across the centuries...
for each and every one of us.
And sometimes,
we are just lucky enough to see it.
No life is more
important than another.
And nothing has been
without purpose.
Nothing.
What if we are all part of a great
pattern that we may someday understand?
And one day, when we have done what
we alone are capable of doing...
we get to rise up and reunite with
those we have loved the most...
forever embraced.
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