Stardust (2007)

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A philosopher once asked,

Are we human

because we gaze at the stars,

or do we gaze at them

because we are human?

Pointless, really.

Do the stars gaze back?

Now, that's a question.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Our story really begins here,

150 years ago at the

Royal Academy of Science...

in London, England,

where a letter arrived,

containing a very strange inquiry.

It had come from a country boy,

and the scientist who read it thought it

might be a practical joke of some kind.

But he duly wrote a reply,

politely explaining

that the query was nonsense.

And posted it to the boy who

lived in a village called Wall,

so named, the boy had said,

for the wall that ran alongside it.

A wall that, according to local folklore,

hid an extraordinary secret.

I'm charged with guarding

the portal to another world.

And you're asking me

to just let you through?

Yes. Because, let's be honest,

it's a field.

Look, do you see

another world out there?

No. You see a field.

Do you see anything non-human?

No. And you know why?

Because it's a field!

Hundreds of years,

this wall's been here.

Hundreds of years, this gap's

been under 24-hour guard.

Well...

One more word,

and I'll have you up

in front of the village council!

Well, that sounds rather final.

Yeah.

Better just go home, then I suppose.

Right, then.

Night, Dunstan.

Give my best to your father.

Stop!

Stop!

I don't deal with time-wasters.

Get over here and tend this stall.

I'm off to The Slaughtered Prince

for a pint.

See anything you like?

I'm...

Definitely.

I mean, what, what, what, I meant was...

these ones, the blue ones.

How much, how much are they?

They might be the color of your hair.

Or they might be all of your

memories before you were three.

I can check if you like.

Anyway, you shouldn't buy the bluebells.

Buy this one instead.

Snowdrop.

It'll bring you luck.

But what does that cost?

This one costs a kiss.

Is she gone?

Follow me.

I'm a princess, tricked into

being a witch's sl*ve.

Will you liberate me?

It's an enchanted chain.

I'll only be free when she dies.

Sorry.

Well, if I can't liberate you,

what do you want of me?

So, the scientist was wrong.

The wall had successfully

done its job,

of hiding the magical

kingdom of Stormhold.

The young man returned that night

to his home in England,

hoping that his adventure

would soon be forgotten.

But nine months later,

he received an

unexpected souvenir.

This was left at the wall for you.

It says here his name is Tristan.

Tristan? Don't forget the flowers.

Yes. I've got them.

Thank you, Father.

Eighteen years passed,

and the baby Tristan grew up,

knowing nothing

of his unconventional heritage.

But never mind

how the infant became a boy.

This is the story of how

Tristan Thorn becomes a man,

a much greater challenge altogether.

For to achieve it,

he must win the heart

of his one true love.

It's him!

It's him!

Humphrey?

No, it's Tristan.

Did I leave something at the shop?

No. I just though I could bring...

Tristan Thorn,

shop boy by day,

peeping Tom by night.

Is there no end to your charms?

Humphrey, there's no need to be like that.

Be nice to the poor boy.

Were those for Victoria?

You were always useless at fencing

in school, Tristan.

In fact, I'm having trouble remembering

if there was anything you were good at.

Humphrey, that's enough.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Want some breakfast?

No, I'm really late for work.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Fine.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Last night, how'd it go?

Re... Really good.

Really, really good.

Hello, Tristan.

Victoria.

Pound of sugar, please.

Yes.

Let's see, a bag of flour, a dozen eggs.

Oh, look, I'm sorry about last night.

Humphrey was really rude.

I also need a sack of potatoes

and some chocolate, please.

May I perhaps see you tonight?

No, but you may walk me home.

Now?

Yes. Yes, I can.

Father, I lost my job.

Father, I don't...

I lost my job. I'm sorry.

Father...

You lost your job.

Yes, so I heard.

Father, I'm sorry. I...

Maybe Mr. Monday was right.

Maybe I am deluding myself.

I'm not good enough for Victoria.

He said that?

That's poppycock.

You really want to know

how it went last night?

Not good.

Come on.

I'm wasting my time.

I'm not like Humphrey.

Tristan,

I can tell you that every man

I ever envied when I was a boy...

has led an unremarkable life.

So you don't fit with the popular crowd.

Now, I take that as a very good omen.

Tristan, I clearly said...

I know. You told me not to come.

I have something for you.

A surprise.

No, Vic...

It's not my birthday for

another week, you know.

I've never had champagne before.

Yeah, me, neither.

My God! This is delicious!

How did... Well, how does a

shop boy afford all of this?

I'm not a shop boy.

God! I heard. I'm sorry.

What are you going to do now?

No. I mean, I'm not a shop boy.

I was just working in a shop.

And now I'm not. Now I'm free

to live my life as I wish.

This must have been all your savings.

So? I can make more.

That's the beauty of it.

I never intended to stay in Wall,

Victoria.

There's a big world out there,

I'm gonna make my fortune.

Now you sound just like Humphrey.

He's quite a traveler.

Do you know he's going all the way

to Ipswich just to buy me a ring?

Ipswich?

Victoria, I'm talking about London

or Paris or...

A ring? Why, why is he bought...

What kind of a ring?

The word is he's planning

to propose to me on my birthday.

He's going to...

And you're gonna say yes.

I can't exactly say no after

he's gone all the way to Ipswich.

All the way to Ipswich?

Victoria, for your hand in marriage,

I'd cross oceans or continents.

Really?

Yes.

Victoria, for your hand in marriage,

I would go to the gold fields

of San Francisco,

and bring you back your weight in gold.

I would.

I'd go to Africa and bring you back

a diamond as big as your fist.

Or I'd go to the Arctic and I...

slaughter a polar bear

and bring you back its head.

A polar bear's head?

You're funny, Tristan.

People like you,

and people like me we're just...

not...

I should be going, it's really late.

Well, hold on, then.

Let's at least finish the champagne.

Okay.

Had Tristan known then

how the stars watched Earth,

he'd have shuddered at the very thought

of an audience to his humiliation.

But, fortunately for him,

nearly every star in the sky

was at that moment,

looking in earnest at the land

on the other side of the wall,

where the King of all Stormhold

lay on his deathbed,

which was a coincidence because

it was the King's final act,

that would change the course

of Tristan's destiny forever.

Where is Secundus?

He's on his way, Father.

Then we shall wait.

Sorry I'm late, Father.

I came as swiftly as I was able.

Septimus.

Primus.

Tertius.

So,

to the matter of succession.

Of my seven sons, there are

four of you today still standing.

This is quite a break with tradition.

I had 12 brothers.

And you k*lled them all for your throne,

before your father, the King,

even felt poorly.

We know, Father.

You're strong and courageous.

And cunning.

Most importantly, cunning.

Secundus.

Yes, Father?

Look through the window.

Tell me what you see.

I see the kingdom, Father.

The whole of Stormhold.

And?

My kingdom?

Maybe. Look up.

Secundus.

Sextus. Quartus. Quintus.

You're alive.

You're...

Stuck like this till the new king is crowned.

I was that close.

Well, at least you haven't lost your looks.

Oh, please. You're not annoyed

about that whole m*rder thing, are you?

I mean, that was 10 years ago.

Yeah.

Great deal of good it did you,

didn't it, k*lling me, Secundus?

Because now, of course,

now you are King of all Stormhold.

Oh, sorry. Wait. No, you're not.

You're dead.

Una? Una?

No, Father, it's, it's, it's me, your son.

Tertius.

Where is your sister, Una?

Sorry, Father. Nobody has

seen Una for years now.

Septimus?

What?

Tradition dictates the throne

must pass to a male heir.

Exactly, Father.

So why would I k*ll my sister

when these cretins are still alive?

Indeed.

Therefore, we shall resolve the situation

in a non-traditional manner.

Only he of royal blood

can restore the ruby.

And the one of you that does so

shall be the new King of Stormhold.

Oh, Tristan! A sh**ting star!

Beautiful.

More beautiful than a fancy ring

from Ipswich?

Victoria,

for your hand in marriage,

I'd cross the wall and I'd

bring you back that fallen star.

You can't cross the wall.

Nobody crosses the wall.

Now you're just being silly.

I'm not being silly.

I'd do it.

For you, I'd do anything.

My very own star.

It seems we have ourselves

an agreement.

You have exactly one week

or I'm marrying Humphrey.

Mormo!

Empusa! Wake up.

Now!

What is it?

A star has fallen.

Where are the Babylon candles?

You used the last one, Lamia,

200 years ago. Do you not recall?

Perhaps we can obtain another.

Has your mind become

as decrepit as your face, Empusa?

You speak as if such things

are freely available.

I know, sister, I merely thought...

You'd have us hunting for a Babylon candle

while some other witch finds our star.

Fool.

There's no time to waste.

If we must retrieve it on foot,

then we shall.

Mormo, we need information.

If these divinations are correct,

the fallen star lies 100 miles away.

Four centuries we've waited for this.

What hardship a few more days?

Which of us shall go, then,

to seek it and bring it back?

I've his kidney.

I've his liver.

And I've his heart.

You'll be needing what's

left of the last star.

There's not much left.

Soon, there'll be plenty for us all.

Dunstan Thorn.

Not again.

It's Tristan, actually.

You do look a bit like your father.

And I suppose you intend

to cross the wall as well, do you?

Well, you can forget it.

Go home.

Cross the wall as well as who?

No one. Nobody.

Nobody crosses the wall.

You know that!

Everybody knows that!

You know, no, no I know.

I understand.

Nobody.

Well, I better just head

for the old homestead, then.

Yeah.

Right, then.

Night, Tristan.

Good night.

Give my best to your father.

Off you go.

I thought I heard you come in.

Hey, what happened?

Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine.

That Humphrey again?

No.

Actually, it was the guard.

The guard at the wall.

Tristan, he's 97 years old.

Well, that's given him plenty of

time to practice, then, hasn't it?

Why, may I ask, were you

trying to cross the wall?

I might ask you the same thing.

I have a mother.

I mean, I have a mother she...

she could still be alive.

Oh, I hope so.

I certainly like to think so.

The chain you cut.

Just like you said.

And...

And the glass flower.

The flower she sold to you.

She told me it would bring me luck.

Thank you.

This was also in the basket.

I've never opened it.

It's addressed to you.

My dearest Tristan,

please know that I only ever

wanted the best for you.

Had my mistress allowed it,

I would have kept you in a heartbeat.

My dearest wish is that

we will meet someday.

The fastest way to travel is by candlelight.

To use it, think of me and only me.

I will think of you every day, for always.

Your mother.

Well do you, do you have a light?

Mother?

Oh Mother, I'm so...

I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

No, I'm not. And I'm not

your mother, so get off me!

You're... You're not my mother?

Do I look like I'm your mother?

No.

Sorry.

Well, are you all right?

Do you want some help?

You can help by leaving me alone!

All right.

Oh, my God.

Light the candle and think of me.

I was. I was thinking of my...

But then Victoria and the star

just popped into...

Oh, excuse me, madam. Sorry.

This may seem strange, but have

you seen a fallen star anywhere?

You're funny.

No, really, we're in a crater.

This must be where it fell.

Yeah, this is where it fell.

It is. Or if you want to be really specific,

up there is where this weird,

bloody necklace...

came out of nowhere and knocked

it out of the heavens...

when it was minding its own business.

And over there is where it landed.

And right here, this is where it

got hit by a magical flying moron!

You're the star!

You're the star?

Really?

I'm sorry.

I had no idea you'd be a...

May I just say in advance

that I am sorry?

Sorry for what?

For this.

Now, if I am not mistaken, this

means you have to come with me.

See, you're going to be a birthday

gift for Victoria, my true love.

But of course!

Nothing says romance like the gift

of a kidnapped, injured woman!

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Hurry. You should be

on your way now, Primus.

You must find the royal necklace

with the ruby before your brothers.

I should like to see you take the throne.

The first benevolent king.

I don't doubt Stormhold would be

a better place under your rule.

Really?

Well, that is fascinating.

Don't you think, Tertius?

Yes, indeed.

Prince Septimus! Tertius.

Well. Well. Well, well, I...

Since you're all here,

won't you join me in a toast?

What a very good idea.

To the new King of Stormhold,

whichever of you fine fellows

it might be.

To the new King of Stormhold.

You!

You really thought that you were king?

You k*lled the Bishop?

No, Primus.

I think you'll find that

you k*lled the Bishop,

by drinking out of the wrong cup.

Oh, look, when you finish wrestling

with your conscience,

may I suggest you return

to your chamber?

Leave the quest for the stone to me.

How have we lived this way

all these years?

In my absence, I expect you to

make it fit for the queens we are.

When I return with our prize,

all of us shall be young again.

Never fear, my sisters.

I will not fail.

Don't you ever sleep?

Not at night.

May have escaped your notice, genius,

but that's when stars have

rather better things to do.

They're coming out, shining,

that sort of thing.

Yeah, well, it may have escaped yours,

but you're not in the sky anymore.

Coming out is off the agenda.

Shining has been suspended

until further notice.

Oh, and sleeping during the day

is O-U-T.

Unless you have some magical ability

to sleep while you're walking.

Have you not got it

into your thick head yet?

I'm not walking anywhere!

Fine.

Sit in a crater.

I've had enough of you anyway.

I was gonna put you back in the sky

once I'd brought you to my Victoria but...

clearly you'd rather sit on your own

in the middle of nowhere forever.

And just how were you planning

to get me back to the sky?

I find the fastest way

to travel is by candlelight.

You've got a Babylon candle.

Yeah, I have a bubbling candle.

A Babylon candle.

That's what I said.

You said Bubbling.

Anyway, I was going to give

what's left of it to you.

Well, that barely has one use left.

So be grateful I'm not using it right

now to get us both back to the wall.

Unless you have a better way

of getting yourself home.

Fine!

Help me up.

All right. All right.

I'm helping.

And you are gonna have to walk

quicker than that.

Otherwise, I'll never get you

back to Victoria in a week.

Don't push your luck.

Don't take less than

a florin for him, Bernard!

You understand?

Yes, Mother.

No dilly-dallying!

And don't even think of stopping at the

tavern, Bernard, or you'll be sorry!

A florin for your goat, boy.

He's a bit small to pull your cart.

You're quite right.

That's much better.

Bernard!

Bernard!

Get on!

Who goes there?

What do you want with me,

a poor old flower...

Oh, do shut up.

I know what you are...

and I swear by the ordinances of the

sisterhood to which we both belong...

that I mean you no harm this day.

I wish to share your meal.

Well, one can never be too careful.

Sit down. I'll get you a seat.

Anything else?

Nope.

What's it to be?

Heads or tails?

Heads.

So, stranger,

where are you headed off

to on this fine day?

I seek a fallen star.

She fell not far from here.

And when I find her,

I shall take my great knife...

and cut out her heart while

she still lives.

And the glory of our youth

shall be restored.

Fallen star?

That's the best news I've had in ages.

I could do with losing a few years myself.

So whereabouts did you...

Limbus grass!

You dare to steal truth from my

lips by feeding me limbus grass?

Do you have any idea what a big

mistake you've made, Ditchwater Sal?

How do you know my...

Who are you?

Look again.

I shall not seek the star,

Your Dark Majesty. I swear.

Seek all you wish.

You shall not see the star,

touch it, smell or hear it.

You will not perceive her

even if she stands before you.

Pray you never meet me again,

Ditchwater Sal.

Oh, right.

So let me get this straight.

You think you know we're

going the right way because...

And I quote, I just do.

I do, though. I don't know why.

Maybe it's my love for Victoria

guiding me home.

Please.

Yvonne, whether you like it or not...

Yvaine! My name is Yvaine, so...

How many times do I have to...

Would you...

Would you please slow down?

Yes, yes.

Look, we're...

We're going north, all right?

The wall's north.

And if you look up in the sky, even

during the day, you can see the...

The evening star. That's so weird.

That's funny. Hilarious.

My sides are splitting.

No, I'm being...

Wait that... That was you! Really?

What... What are...

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing.

Sitting down. I'm tired.

Please don't do this again.

We agreed we'd stop off

at the next village to eat and rest.

Come on, Tristan. It's midday.

I never stay up this late!

Just, please, let me sleep!

Okay, you... Well, then I'll...

You sleep.

I'll go and get something to eat.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm making sure you don't run away.

Your Highness,

the soothsayer, as you requested.

South, you said.

South we went.

Still no stone.

Do you now propose we start swimming?

Sire, I've merely relayed to you

what the runes have told me.

I can do no more.

Well, consult them again.

Wait.

Before we seek the stone,

I have another question.

Am I the seventh son?

Yes.

Another question.

Is my favorite color blue?

Yes.

Has excessive begging or pleading

ever persuaded me,

to spare the life of a traitor?

What does that mean?

That means no.

Good.

Throw them again.

This time, throw them high.

Do you work for my brother?

So, do we continue west?

Tristan?

Who's there?

Tristan, is that you?

It's not funny.

Tristan?

Come on.

Be careful how much magic

you use, sister.

It's beginning to show.

One goat and a small enchantment.

Hardly extravagant.

Well, even using the ring

will take its toll.

Better you call on us only in dire need.

And use your runes

to locate the star yourself.

I used them and she should be here.

But now they're just telling me gibberish.

It is because you must stay

where you are, my sister.

She is coming to you.

Oh, be warned, Lamia.

Delicacy is needed.

Misery has drained her.

She's barely shining.

Set a trap that ensures her heart

is glowing before you cut it out.

Yvaine!

Yvaine!

Oh, you idiot.

You shall become human.

You are Billy, the innkeeper.

I am your wife, and you're our daughter.

Now, make everything ready.

Our special guest will be here soon.

I mean, who's to say he'd have even

kept his promise about the candle?

I just refuse to believe he's the

only person in Stormhold,

who could've helped me.

Going on and on and on.

Just Victoria this and Victoria that.

Tristan?

Please protect our sister, Tristan.

Yvaine is in grave danger.

The unicorn came to help her.

But now they're heading into a trap.

No star is safe in Stormhold.

The last to fall, 400 years ago,

was captured by the same witches

who seek Yvaine now.

They tricked her,

cared for her,

and when her heart

was once more aglow,

they cut it from her chest...

and ate it.

There's no time to waste.

A coach is coming.

By any means possible,

you must get on it.

Run.

If Septimus insists on sending

a boy to do a man's job...

No, no, no, wait, please!

I don't know a Septimus.

I just need a lift.

Look at me, look at me.

I'm unarmed. Please.

Please, let me ride with you.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I'm on a quest of

enormous importance.

Well, then all the more reason

to take me with you.

There may come a time when you

need a second pair of hands.

Sir?

Please. Maybe providence sent me

to you just as it sent you to me.

Get on.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Goodness me, my dear.

Come in out of this wretched rain!

We have food and drink, a warm bed

and plenty of hot water for a bath.

How do you like your bath?

Warm, hot or boil-a-lobster?

I honestly don't know.

Then let me choose for you,

and I'll have my husband

take your horse to the stable.

Billy?

Now, let's get you out

of your wet things, shall we?

Feeling better?

Much. Thank you.

The warm water's actually

done me a world of good.

You see?

The powers of a nice, hot bath.

And your leg? Any improvement?

That is extraordinary.

It's the very least I could do.

I'm just glad you're feeling better.

You seem happier in yourself, too.

I do feel happier.

Less troubled.

Wonderful.

Nothing like a nice soak

to warm the c*ck of your heart.

Now, I'm only a simple innkeeper's wife,

but I've been told

I have a healer's hands.

I'd be glad to give you a massage.

What's a massage?

Never had... Well, bless my soul.

Nothing like a massage to send you off

for the finest and deepest night's sleep.

I do have trouble sleeping at night.

Lie on your back, dear.

Why not close your eyes?

You'll drift off better that way.

Hello!

Service!

Maybe we should carry on

and try the next inn,

especially if this stone is

as close as your runes say.

I'll give it one more try.

Relax here, my love.

I'll be back just as soon as

I've taken care of this customer.

At last. We require accommodation.

Please help my friend

take the horses to the stables.

Hello!

I'm accustomed to better service,

but you're awake now

and that's what counts.

Prepare your best room.

She got the stone.

Stone, stone.

I'll thank you not to bother my guest, sir.

I am the lady of this inn.

Glass of wine?

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

Until my brother is dead, I have

vowed to drink only my own wine.

Though my friend in the stables

might be glad of a drop.

Your best room, perhaps?

Of course.

I'm sorry. I presumed...

Traveling alone, are you?

I've just stabled my four black

stallions and my carriage.

Well, I say mine.

It belonged to my late father.

Thank you.

That's so kind, thank you very much.

My name's Tristan. What's yours?

Bernard.

There was not a horse or beast

he could not master.

So much so that in his youth,

he took to riding a camel,

which was comical.

When he passed,

the carriage came to me.

She's got the stone!

She's got it!

She's got it!

And it's the largest in all

of Stormhold, so they say.

How nice for you.

If you'll excuse me.

Wait.

That stone you're wearing.

It can't be.

Oh, finally.

Yeah, good, well done, yes, sir.

Well done.

Sweet.

Come here. Let me see it.

You have no idea

what you're meddling with.

I am Primus, the first born of Stormhold

and I demand that you bring it to me!

Bring me the stone! Now!

Prince Primus! Don't touch anything

they give you! They tried to...

Are you all right?

Billy!

Get him!

The burning golden heart

of a star at peace

is so much better than your

frightened little heart.

Even so,

better than no heart at all.

Yvaine?

Hold me tight and think of home.

No!

What the hell did you do?

What did I do? What did you do?

Think of home!

That was a great plan!

You thought of your home

and I thought of mine...

and now we're half-way

between the two!

Oh, you stupid cow! What did

you think of your home for?

You just said home!

If you wanted me to think of

your home, you should have said!

Some crazy lady

was going to cut your heart out...

and you wanted

more specific instructions?

Perhaps you'd like it in writing!

Or a diagram, maybe!

Look, Captain Shakespeare!

Caught ourselves a little bonus!

A couple of Lightning Marshals!

They don't look

like Lightning Marshals to me.

Why else would anyone be up here

in the middle of a storm?

Why else would anyone be up here

in the middle of a storm?

Well, let's think.

Maybe for the same god-forsaken

reason we are!

Now, who are you?

Let's see if a night on our lovely

brig will loosen their lips!

Get them in the brig!

You heard the man! Let's go!

Get them into the brig and the rest

of you dirty dogs, back to work!

We've got lightning to catch!

Come on!

They're going to k*ll us, aren't they?

I don't know.

You know, it's funny.

I used to watch...

I used to watch people having adventures.

I envied them.

You ever heard the expression,

Be careful what you wish for?

What? So ending up with my heart cut

out, that'll serve me right, will it?

No. No, I didn't...

I didn't mean it like that.

Look, I admire you dreaming.

Shop boy like me,

I could never have imagined

an adventure this big...

in order to have wished for it.

I just thought I'd find some

lump of celestial rock...

and take it home, and that would be it.

And you got me.

If there's one thing I've learned

in all my years watching Earth,

it's that people aren't

what they may seem.

There are shop boys and...

there are boys who just happen

to work in shops for the time being.

And trust me Tristan,

you're no shop boy.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

Well, well, well.

The last brother dead.

Which means that I'm king.

I'm king!

Not yet, brother.

Damn. I still need the stone.

Your brother doesn't have it?

Well, why don't you find out?

Where is my stone?

I don't...

The man, see, your brother...

I heard him speak of a stone.

Yeah. The girl had it.

The girl had it.

What girl?

I don't know.

A girl. She got away. Because this

was a trap set up for her but...

your brother, he come

just straight into it.

A trap? Set by who?

A woman you should pray

you'll never meet.

She's...

She's gone. She took your brother's carriage.

This woman wanted my stone?

No. She wanted the girl's heart.

She said the girl was a star and she

wanted to cut out her heart and...

Eat it?

Oh, my God.

Do you have any idea what this means?

Everlasting life.

King forever.

It's not here, sire.

This idiot's coming with us.

Ask again.

We have asked again,

and the answer is still the same.

She is airborne!

Well, she can't remain so forever.

Inform me as soon as

she touches ground!

Immediately! Do you understand?

Watch your tongue, sister!

It is you and not we who've lost her.

Lost her and broken the knife!

Even if you apprehend her,

how will you complete the deed?

Perhaps you should return now

and one of us set out in your place.

Don't be absurd.

I'll bring her home and deal with her there.

Be sure everything is ready

for our arrival.

Tell me about Victoria then.

Well, she, she...

There's nothing more to tell you.

Because,

the little I know about love

is that it's unconditional.

It's not something you can buy.

Hang on.

This wasn't about me buying her love.

This was a way for me to prove how I felt.

And what's she doing to prove

how she feels about you?

Well...

Look, Yvaine, you'll understand

when you meet her. All right?

Provided we don't get m*rder*d

by pirates first.

m*rder*d by pirates.

Heart torn out and eaten.

Meet Victoria.

I can't quite decide

which sounds more fun.

We've located the sky vessel.

It's headed north for the port

town on Mount Drummond,

and you are no longer

the only one seeking the star.

There's someone following your tracks!

A witch? A warlock?

A prince and he's catching you up!

Get a move on!

So...

this is the part where you tell me

who you are and why you're up here.

Or I'll snap her pretty little

fingers one by one like dry twigs!

My name is Tristan Thorn.

This is my wife, Yvaine.

Your wife?

Far too young and radiant

to belong to just one man!

It's share and share alike

aboard my vessel, sonny boy!

If you dare even touch her...

You may think you're showing a little

spirit in front of your lady friend,

but if you talk back to me again,

I'll feed your tongue to the dogs,

you impertinent little pup!

Sir?

Better! But still interrupting.

Let's see.

A hanging's always good for morale!

Maybe we'll watch you dance a gallows jig!

Or perhaps I'll just tip you over

the side and have done with it!

It's a very long way down.

Plenty of time to reminisce

about your pitifully short lives.

Please, look, we're just

trying to make our way home,

back to a place called Wall,

where I come from.

What did you say?

I said we were trying

to get home to Wall.

That's one lie too many, my son.

Wall?

Shut up.

What's he saying?

Thought you could just wander

onto my patch, did you?

He is. Yeah, he's gonna...

And live to tell the tale?

All right, go, on the deck, on the

deck, on the deck! Now, go, go, go!

Big mistake, Mr. Thorn!

And the last one you'll ever make!

No! No! You brute!

Come... Come on!

You m*rder*r! You pig!

Come on! Get up! Get up!

I'm taking the girl to my cabin,

and mark my words,

anyone who disturbs me

for the next few hours,

will get the same treatment!

What? You'll...

No, you idiot! I'll sling you

over the side as well!

Oh, yeah.

Captain's busy. So should you be.

Get in there, wench!

So, that went well, I thought.

Now, tell me news of my beloved England.

I want to hear absolutely everything.

Hang on. I can't believe your

crew fell for that.

And where in God's name

did you get that mannequin from?

Oh, it works every time.

An ounce of bargaining,

a pinch of trickery,

a soupson of intimidation, et voilà!

The perfect recipe

for a towering reputation,

without ever having to spill

one drop of blood.

Ever try to get blood stains out

of a silk shirt? Nightmare.

All right.

I still don't understand how

they won't recognize me.

Tristan, dear boy, when I'm done,

your own mother won't recognize you.

Now, we've no time to waste.

We have only two hours

before we make port.

First and foremost...

It'll be so good to see you

out of those dreary clothes.

So very small-town errand-boy.

Howlingly parochial.

Here. Tres you.

I wore it as a younger man.

I hate to throw anything away.

You know the day you do,

it'll come back in fashion,

be oh, so de la mode.

Now, you, darling.

I have some lovely dresses.

Take your pick.

Oh, no, really, I'm fine.

Honey, you're wearing a bathrobe.

Now, England, England.

I want to hear everything.

You're not from England.

Oh, no, sadly, no.

But from my earliest youth,

I lapped up the stories.

People always told me they were

nothing more than folklore,

but my heart told me they were true.

As a boy, I'd scurry away

from my father at the market,

while he did his deals

just to peek over the wall,

dream of, perhaps,

crossing it one day,

seeing England for myself.

Really?

So you. You were here

looking over there.

Oh, yes.

Hair.

Hair?

Mind you, I did my best to fit in.

Tried to make my father,

Captain Ghostmaker, proud.

Forged a decent reputation

as a ruthless marauder...

and cold-blooded k*ller.

But my father died.

I always promised him I'd

take over the family business,

keep the old girl flying.

You have no idea the lightness

it brings to my heart

being able to confide in you

charming young people.

The pressure of maintaining the whole

Captain Shakespeare persona

for the sake of the crew,

I don't know, sometimes...

You see, I'm very much

a man of my own creation.

Even chose the name specially.

Took me ages.

See, I'm thinking

legendary British wordsmith.

My enemies and crew are thinking,

Shake! Spear!

It's little things like that make me happy.

I don't understand that.

Surely it would make you happier

just to be yourself.

Why fight to be accepted by people

you don't actually want to be like?

Yeah.

Why would anyone do that to himself?

Exactly.

Port ahoy!

Ready the lightning barrels!

Hurry up.

Yeah. Doesn't seem very fresh.

I'll be honest.

Shall I give you a little taste,

young Ferdinand?

No, no. Oh, there you go.

Brilliant. Like they're cheap.

I think it's still crackling,

very much alive, still tray-fresh.

So, name your best price.

For 10,000 bolts?

Ten thousand bolts

of finest quality grade A.

Yeah, but it's difficult to shift,

isn't it? Difficult to store.

If I get the Revenue Men in here

sniffing round, what's the...

Best price, 150 guineas.

Gentlemen, put the merchandise

back on board and prepare to sail.

Hold on. Hold on. One minute.

Hold on, cuddles.

Oh, he's...

One-sixty. One-sixty.

Seeing as I'm feeling

particularly generous today,

I'll settle for 200.

Two hundred? Okay.

You're having a laugh.

Have you had your head in that?

Has he been sailing up

where the air's too thin?

You're being very rude.

Not anymore.

Two hundred.

One-eighty.

Two hundred.

That's not negotiation.

I'm changing my number.

One-eight-five.

Did I hear 200?

From you, you did. Yeah.

You said 200.

If I did, you're a ventriloquist.

Okay, one-nine-five. Final offer.

One-nine-five it is. So, with

sales tax, that's, let's see, 200.

Brilliant. Put it in the back.

Unbelievable. Here.

Yes? Can I help you?

Nosy.

Have you heard any of these rumors

going round about a fallen star?

Everyone's talking about it.

You get your hands on one of them,

we can shut up shop. Retire.

Fallen star?

Yeah.

Nothing on your travels?

No.

Not even a little sniff of a whisper?

Everyone's going on about it

down at the market.

Which market?

The market near the wall?

Yeah.

Well, Ferdy, you're wasting your

time listening to gossip

from the kind of pond scum

trading down there.

Well, if it...

Oh, my word! Speak of the devil.

Oh, yeah?

What were you saying, then?

Oh, what a wonderful woman

you are, Sal.

How the world wouldn't be

the same place without you.

You look great. You've had

your feet done, haven't you?

But, you two, you have business

to attend to. Sal. Ferdy. Good day.

Come on.

I've got something new for you.

Captain Shakespeare.

Stand down!

Meet my nephew,

the fearsome buccaneer,

Tristan Thorn.

He'll be joining usfor our journey home.

I have the perfect gift

to keep you amused on the way.

Right, you lazy dogs!

Let's get young Tristan on his way home!

Touché.

I'm impressed.

Yvaine, I know what you are.

No, no.

Have no fear.

No one on this vessel will harm you,

but there are plenty who would.

Your emotions give you away, Yvaine.

You must learn to control them.

You've been glowing

more brightly every day,

and I think you know why.

Of course I know why I'm glowing.

I'm a star.

And what do stars do best?

Well, it's certainly not the waltz.

Now try.

Okay.

See?

Very good.

Due west, you say?

And you're certain he had

a girl with him?

Yeah.

You're sure? Absolutely sure?

Sure you're not lying?

I'd cross my heart if I had one.

Brilliant.

You'd better be telling the truth,

you two-faced dog.

I can get you one of them, actually.

Very good guard dogs.

They can watch the back and

the front door at the same time.

I can get you anything you want.

What are the chances of getting

a Babylon candle?

That one's slim.

Although, I did know a girl once,

if you know what I mean.

I'm a ladies' man.

Who had a sister,

I think it was a woman.

Oh, she was terrible. Face like

a bag of frogs. Ugly frogs.

Enough.

Hold on tight!

The Captain's at the helm!

So there's the road you'll need for Wall.

Good luck on your journey home,

Yvaine, wherever that may be.

And good luck to you, Tristan,

with your Victoria.

Oh, how can we ever thank you

enough for your kindness?

Don't mention it.

No, seriously, don't mention it.

Reputations, you know. A lifetime

to build, seconds to destroy.

Oh, and Tristan, just remember...

Just think about it.

Well, give my regards to England.

It's been a pleasure to meet you both.

Mind you don't wear that

wench out, Captain Tristan!

What did he say to you?

What did he say when?

Just then.

When he whispered to you.

No... No, he... He was just saying

we should use the lightning,

to get you a Babylon candle.

Barter for it, you know.

For the last time, where is the girl?

The girl with the stone!

Where did she go?

Are you mocking me?

No...

'Cause if you are, believe me,

you have seconds to live!

What a freak.

Clean this...

thoroughly.

Bollocks.

If you have quite finished

squandering your magic,

on your rather

counterproductive beauty routine,

you might like to know that

the star has returned.

She's back on land.

I know, damn it.

I couldn't reach the lake in time.

No matter. We have found her.

She is on the road to the village of Wall.

If you take the shortcut

across the marshes,

you should arrive in time to intercept her.

Yvaine.

Are you trying to break my leg again?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just...

I can't risk people seeing you.

I don't trust anyone.

But at this rate, if we keep stopping...

Yvaine.

We're making good time.

Just leave it a minute.

Aren't you tempted?

Tempted? By what?

Immortality.

Let's say it wasn't my heart.

Not me.

Just a star you didn't know.

You seriously think I could k*ll anyone?

I mean, even if I could...

Everlasting life?

I imagine it would be kind of lonely.

Well,

maybe if you had someone to share it with.

Someone you love.

Maybe then it might be different.

Come on, I think we're safe.

Now remember, Captain Shakespeare

has a fearsome reputation.

What the hell is this?

What are you doing here?

My name is Prince Septimus.

And you're going to tell me

where I can find the girl.

All right, twinkletoes.

I'm gonna count to three.

One.

Two.

You know, you sort of glitter sometimes.

I just noticed it. Is it normal?

Let's see if you can work it out

for yourself.

What do stars do?

Attract trouble?

That's... All right, I'm sorry.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Let me. Let me.

Do I get another guess?

Is it...

Do they know exactly how to annoy

a boy called Tristan Thorn?

How long will that take?

Maybe two days.

But we don't have two days.

Victoria's birthday is tomorrow.

Yes, it is.

Well remembered.

Nice cup of Earl Grey.

Get out, everybody. Get out.

Did he hurt you, Captain?

Did you tell him where your

nephew and the girl went?

So what's the problem?

It's my reputation.

No. No, no. Don't be silly.

Nonsense.

It's all right, Captain.

We always knew you were a whoopsie.

You'll always be our captain, Captain.

Aye, aye.

Captain.

Yeah. Let's go, let's go.

Prince Septimus,

your men, they're dead.

Oh, really?

Go on!

I met that woman.

She's... She's friends with the Captain.

He said she trades at the market

near Wall.

We could hitch a lift.

Really? She's a friend of the Captain's?

You sure?

Yes, yes.

Wait!

Sorry...

My name is Tristan Thorn.

This...

That's my flower.

Eighteen years

I've been looking for that.

Give it to me now!

How dare you?

That was a gift from his mother!

Perhaps I was mistaken.

It's all right.

It's obviously very valuable

to you, so you can have it

in exchange for what I need.

A Babylon candle?

And safe passage to the wall.

A Babylon candle?

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't deal in black magic.

Really?

Well, can you give us a lift then?

To the wall?

Well, why didn't you say so

in the first place?

For that flower,

I can offer you passage.

Food and lodging on the way?

Safe passage.

I swear that you will arrive at the wall...

in the exact same condition

that you're in now.

Do you have any idea what

manner of thing it was that you had?

Some kind of lucky charm?

A very lucky charm indeed.

Protection.

In fact,

the exact same thing that would've

prevented me from doing this.

Oh, my God! What did you do?

Much better.

You shall not see the star,

touch it, smell or hear it.

Though I'll keep me word.

You shall not be harmed.

There.

Food and lodging just as I promised.

Would I be correct in thinking that

you can neither see nor hear me?

Then I'd like to tell you

that you smell of pee.

You look like the wrong end of a dog.

And I swear, if I don't get

my Tristan back as he was,

I'll be your personal poltergeist!

Tristan?

If you can understand me,

look at me now.

You know when I said

I knew little about love?

Well, that wasn't true.

I know a lot about love.

I've seen it. I've seen

centuries and centuries of it.

And it was the only thing that made

watching your world bearable.

All those wars.

Pain and lies. Hate.

Made me want to turn away

and never look down again.

But to see the way that mankind loves.

I mean, you could search the

furthest reaches of the universe,

and never find

anything more beautiful.

So...

yes, I... I know that...

love is unconditional.

But I also know it can be...

unpredictable,

unexpected,

uncontrollable, un...

bearable, and...

strangely easy to mistake for loathing.

And...

what I'm...

I'm trying to say, Tristan is...

I think I love you.

My heart, it feels like,

my chest can barely contain it.

Like it doesn't...

belong to me anymore.

It belongs to you.

And if you wanted it,

I'd wish for nothing in exchange.

No gifts,

no goods, no demonstrations

of devotion.

Nothing but knowing you love me too.

Just your heart...

in exchange for mine.

The wall is one mile that way.

There. Though the walk might take

you a little longer than normal.

Transformation tends to leave the

brain a bit scrambled for a while.

You...

I warned you. Save your strength.

I've been so worried about you.

Victoria.

I think I preferred Mother.

Come on.

There's an inn over there.

Victoria's birthday's not till tomorrow.

I think you need a bath

and a good night's sleep...

before you present me to her.

Come on. Come.

Come on, Tristan. It's not that far.

Okay.

Excuse me?

I think you're in my bath.

Well, close your eyes!

I'm not...

Honestly, I'm not looking.

Here, I'll turn away.

All right, you can open them now.

Did you really mean

what you said in the caravan?

What I...

But... But you were a mouse!

You were a mouse!

You wanted cheese! You didn't...

I asked you to give me a sign.

And risk you being too embarrassed

to keep saying such lovely things?

You want to know what the Captain

really whispered to me that day?

He told me that my true love,

was right in front of my eyes.

And he was right.

Hey, guys! Guys, come on! Come on,

you got to come up and see this!

No, thank you.

Pervert!

Suit yourself.

Ironic, isn't it?

Yeah. What is?

Septimus will be here by the morning,

find the girl, get the stone and be king,

forever.

So unjust.

Still, at least we will be free.

You're very close.

She's in the market town.

One mile from the gap in the wall.

You speak as if this is good news.

Do I need to remind you that Wall

is not part of our universe?

If she crosses the threshold

into the human realm,

our star becomes nothing more than

a pitted lump of metallic rock.

Then I suggest you hurry up!

What?

Oh, what do you want?

Sorry. Can I have a

piece of paper and a pen?

Ask me again

at a more reasonable hour.

No, I can't. I have to go.

Look, if my friend wakes

up before I get back,

please, can you give her a message?

Go on.

You know, that's the first time

I've ever slept at night.

I can't believe it.

Tristan?

Have you seen my friend?

He left absurdly early.

He left?

He told me to tell you

he's gone to see Victoria,

because he's sorry,

but he's found his true love...

and he wants to spend

the rest of his life with her.

What?

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Hey! Hey, wait! Wait!

Happy birthday.

Tristan.

What happened to you?

I found the star.

I can't believe you did it.

Where's my star? Can I see it?

Is it beautiful?

Yes.

Well, it's awfully small.

Well, that's just a little piece.

A token for your birthday.

Well... Well,

then forget about the star.

It's not the star that I want.

You know what I want.

Yeah. I do.

You want to grow up

and get over yourself.

Humphrey.

Thorn.

You must have a death wish.

Humphrey. Humphrey, it's all right.

She's all yours.

You really are a perfect couple.

The best of luck to you both.

Well, why would I want this?

It's just a measly handful of stardust!

Yvaine?

She can't cross the wall.

Go on!

Stop! Stop! if you go

through there, you'll die!

What?

If you set foot on human soil,

you'll turn to rock.

Wretched slattern!

Where have you taken me?

Planning to enter Wall, were you?

If death is what you wish, my dear,

I'd be more than happy to assist you.

Are you talking to me?

You. Small world.

Anyhow, no, I wasn't.

I was talking to the star.

What star?

My sl*ve girl's no star.

Any fool can see that.

If she was, I'd have had the

heart out of her chest...

a long time ago, trust me.

Trust you? Not a mistake

I'd be likely to make again.

What's it to be, Ditchwater Sal?

Heads or tails?

Oh, God.

Time to go.

She's not going anywhere.

I think you'll find she is.

It's all right. You can come, too.

You can ride in the carriage or

be dragged behind it. Your choice.

What happened?

Be my guest. I quit.

Eighty years I've stopped

you people going out.

What I should have been worrying about,

was those people

from the other side coming in.

All right, just tell me what happened!

What happened? Oh, where to start?

No!

Come on!

Go on!

The star!

And who else?

A sl*ve for us. It will be nice to

have someone to help mop up,

when we've finished

with our little guest.

Oh, good work, sister.

And just in time, I see!

You look awful!

Who are you?

What business do you have here?

Septimus?

I knew your brother, Primus.

Unless you wish to meet him

in the afterlife,

I suggest you answer my question.

What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same thing.

There are four of them.

Do as I say and we may stand a chance.

Wait.

How do I know you can be trusted?

You don't. Why?

Do you have a choice?

No.

Well, then, let's go.

Get off me! Get off!

Una?

Septimus.

Una!

Sister!

Tristan! No! Tristan!

I'm your... I'm your...

I'm your mother.

I'm your mother.

Rather well.

Good riddance to you. Yes.

Let's put out those flames.

Shall we?

So, what happens now?

We have to learn

to live with each other.

Forever?

Let's get on with it.

Be the man that I know you are.

Get outside.

Okay.

Go.

Tristan!

Get him.

Get off!

Get out!

So, what's it to be, Prince Charming?

Frog or tadpole?

Septimus?

Tristan!

Youth.

Beauty.

It all seems meaningless now.

My sisters are dead!

Everything I cared about...

gone.

Go.

Go!

No!

I owe you thanks, boy.

What use was her heart to me

when it was broken?

And you got rid of my sisters and

now I can have it all for myself.

Hold me tight and close your eyes.

What? Why?

What do stars do?

Shine.

Bravo!

Yeah!

Very good.

Why didn't you do that earlier?

I couldn't have done that without you.

No star can shine with a broken heart.

I thought I'd lost you.

But you came back.

Of course I did.

I love you.

Come on.

Tristan.

The last surviving male heir

of the Stormhold bloodline.

It's you, Tristan.

But if he's the new

King of Stormhold, then...

I crown thee King Tristan of Stormhold.

Yeah!

My gift to you.

To you both.

Thank you.

They ruled for 80 years.

But no man can live forever,

except he who possesses

the heart of a star.

And Yvaine had given hers

to Tristan completely.

When their children and

grandchildren were grown,

it was time to light the Babylon candle.

And they still live happily ever after.