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He got them all.

The new man, Costello. He got them all.

Salt.

Looks like you just saved Mr. Preston's
life, Costello.

That was a hell of a thing.

Best move I ever saw.

Where'd you find him, for Christ's sake?

On the circuit.

He's just a gun.

Some gun.

Gotta keep his dick in his pants.

He strikes me as a pro, Mr. Preston.

Make him the babysitter, Sam. I want the
best on that.

He's the best.

Costello.

Mr. Preston's very happy with you.

Wants to give you the plum job.

Double pay.

What's the job?

Keeping an eye on his prized possession.

Jennifer Lawrence.

Hi. Helen Moore?

Yeah, Miss Lawrence. Please, come in.

I hope you're not wasting your time.

As I explained on the phone, I'm not a
clinical psychologist.

I do understand that.

But it's not a treatment I'm looking
for.

I'm not ill.

I need...

Advice. Well, please sit down. Thank
you.

How can I help?

You've written a lot about the
supernatural.

I've written about the psychology of the
supernatural.

But you believe in it?

That there is more to life than just the
physical world?

No.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

In your books, you seem to believe in
other levels. I believe in nothing, Miss

Lawrence. I'm an academic.

Nobody believes in nothing, Miss Moore.

You must believe in something, if you're
honest.

I believe in the pursuit of knowledge
through inquiry and in the supremacy of

wisdom.

Sounds pompous, doesn't it?

No, not at all.

Sounds pompous to me.

Look,

I could use a glass of wine.

Would you like one?

Oh, I'd love one.

Good.

Now, Miss Lawrence, let's start again,
please. It's Jennifer.

Okay, Jennifer.

I'm Helen.

Now, how can I help?

Something is happening to me that I
can't explain.

Something frightening.

Tell me about it.

First, you need to understand about me.

My life is unusual.

In what way?

The work I do.

I'm a... Well, the only word I can think
of is courtesan.

A courtesan?

A personal entertainer.

Sexual entertainer.

And I have only one client.

He's a rich and powerful man.

An entrepreneur with all the trappings
of success.

But he leads a double life.

He has a taste for the dark side.

Which is why he needs someone like me.

Are you shocked?

No, no.

You don't think I am the type.

Not a very intelligent reaction, is it?

But as clichés go, you seem untypical.

You'd be surprised.

Perhaps I would.

It started in Paris, at the Sorbonne.

I was a penniless student, and my
friends knew a lot of rich men.

It was so easy.

I got a reputation.

And he heard about me.

I pleased him.

A lot.

So he brought me here.

For his personal pleasure.

A quarter, then?

The aristocrat, of course.

And the high spade.

You said something's frightening you.

He keeps a house in the country.

It's where he leads his secret life.

It's where I live.

Good morning, Miss Lawrence.

I love horse riding.

I go out every morning and evening.

One morning, about three weeks ago, I
went out as usual and took my favorite

ride into the country.

On the way back, not far from the house,
I reached the place where I usually

turn.

But that day, for some reason, I didn't.

I'd never seen the building before.

It was a part of the property where no
one ever went.

If I had any sense, I suppose...

I'd have turned back right then.

But I didn't.

I wanted to go there.

I had to go there.

What did you see?

Blood.

Everywhere.

But it wasn't there.

What?

It wasn't really there.

But it had been.

I could see it clearly.

It was like a dream.

A kind of memory.

What did you do?

I rode straight back to the house.

Faster than I'd ever ridden in my life.

Poor horse. Thought I'd lost my mind.

But that isn't the end of it.

Ever since... I've been having...

dreams.

About the building and the trees?

Yes.

And now.

I see the same place, but in a different
place.

And the time is not now.

And the person seeing these things is
not me.

You mean...

You're seeing through someone else's
eyes.

Yes.

And more.

It's a beautiful place.

Peaceful and welcoming.

I want to go in.

All I have ever dreamed of.

All I could ever want.

He is inside.

Waiting for me.

Are you all right?

Yes. Thanks.

In your dreams, what do you see inside
the door?

Nothing.

That's when I always wake up in a panic.

You said he is inside waiting.

Who is he?

I don't know.

There was something smeared on the door.

Yes.

Can you remember what it looked like?

Yes.

Drive.

It's Japanese.

It means... Bar the gate to heaven
against

these traitors.

It's a prayer to the spirits of the
dead.

A curse.

But how? I don't know Japanese.

I've never been to Japan.

How can I dream something I've never
seen?

How do you think?

I have no idea.

I think you do.

At least I think you have a theory.

Which is why you've come to see me.

Why you asked about the supernatural.

In your book, Memories of Other Lives,
you talk about things like this.

Yes.

It can't be. possible can it remembering
another life a previous incarnation

is it possible helen certain things may
be

possible in ways we wouldn't normally
consider that's an academic sensor

it's the only one i've got at the moment
can you help me

i don't know

Come back and see me in a few days.

Thanks, honey.

I feel better talking to you. I'll be in
touch.

Thanks again. Take care.

Who does he think I'll do?

Bank half the city for an extra buck?

I'm here to protect you, Miss Lawrence.

Protect his wife from an incurable
little present, more like.

That would be tough to explain, wouldn't
it? I couldn't say, Miss Lawrence.

My only responsibility is you.

Do I know you?

I'm new, Miss Lawrence.

What's your name?

Costello.

You're a pet, Mr. Costello.

Stay out of my way.

Everything looks fine, Mr. Preston.

She's been out riding alone every day,
spent Monday shopping in the city,

tennis on Tuesday afternoon with her
coach, spent all of Wednesday here with

dressmaker, then went to the city again
yesterday.

Visited a woman called Helen Moore,
college professor.

That everything?

Yes, sir.

Okay, that's all, Costello.

Doesn't say much, does he?

Sign a good help.

Ross is arriving from Rome tomorrow.

Three days early.

He must be keen.

Let's hope so.

He likes his pussy young.

Have Jennifer lay on a party, will you?

Right.

Mr. Rossi.

Interesting car.

Mr. Preston collects interesting things.

Blade, come with me.

Mr. Rossi, I'd like you to meet Jennifer
Lawrence, Mr.

Preston's personal assistant.

Miss Lawrence?

Welcome, Mr. Rossi.

I hope you had a pleasant journey.

Not nearly so pleasant as my arrival,
Miss Lawrence.

Mr. Preston will join us soon.

Please let me offer you a drink and
introduce you to the ladies.

No drink, thank you.

And the ladies?

Well, they look delightful.

But first, I have business to discuss.

Please tell Mr. Preston I should be most
grateful if he would meet with me

immediately.

In private.

Of course.

I just asked one of the men.

Peter, hi.

Good to see you here.

My dear David. Jennifer been looking
after you?

Miss Lawrence has been absolutely
charming.

But at the risk of seeming discourteous,
I should very much like to finalize our

discussions.

Before the pleasures of the evening.

Let's step into the office.

Sly old fox, David.

Wherever did you find such a charming
creature?

At Heaven's Gate, Peter.

Where else? Oh, I think it most unlikely
that you would approach the seat of

absolute virtue, David.

But I do concede that she may well hold
the key to paradise.

So, Peter.

Back in Paris, I thought we had a deal,
but obviously we've still got a problem.

Yes.

For years, you've dealt exclusively with
the McCanns in New York.

Not anymore.

Why?

Didn't work out. They got greedy.

Dangerously so?

They tried to kill me. My people dealt
with it.

The McCanns are bad enemies, David.

Aren't you concerned?

I have excellent security on all my
homes and businesses.

And nobody knows the location of this
place.

Adjective yourself.

Nevertheless, David, the McCann... Don't
concern yourself, Peter.

Rest easy.

All right, David.

If you say everything's in order, I'll
accept that.

We have a deal.

As soon as my bankers in Zurich have
confirmed that your first payment's gone

into escrow, I'll instruct my people to
proceed with the shipments as agreed.

Good. And now, allow me to offer you the
hospitality of my house.

Thank you, David.

Now I shall be delighted to accept,
particularly if your hospitality extends

the company of Miss Jennifer Lawrence.

I'm bringing Mr. Rossi down now.

Have Jennifer get the ladies ready.

I'm afraid Jennifer Lawrence is a free
agent.

She isn't mine to give.

Oh, come now, David.

To a man of your standing, anything is
possible.

She's only a woman, after all.

The pleasures of this house are
extensive and entire at your disposal,

friend, with the exception of Jennifer
Lawrence. Oh, in that case, I shall try

to be a good guest and enjoy your
generosity to the full.

But I shall not give up so easily on
Miss Lawrence.

Oh, I think you'll find what we've got
here is pretty damn good.

Even for a guy with your renowned
appetite.

Okay, Peter.

Let's join the ladies.

Come with me.

I hope everything will be to your
satisfaction, Mr. Austin. Thank you,

Everything seems excellent.

Would you join us, David?

Sure, why not?

Take the night off, sugar.

Try not to strain yourself.

You're not as young as you were.

You.

Outside.

So, what do we have here?

There. What did I tell you?

I suppose it proves he cares.

No, he's just taking care of his
property.

Any more dreams?

No, but then I've hardly slept for the
past three days.

Been busy?

Yes, but not how you mean.

No, thank you.

You said on the phone you'd had some
thoughts.

When you first came to see me, I said I
thought you had a theory about all this.

Do you?

Nothing that makes the slightest sense.

There is something we can try.

Something that may uncover the root of
all this in your subconscious.

And we might find some answers.

But those answers may be frightening.

There's nothing magical or mystical
about this.

It's basically just drug -assisted
hypnosis to get right down into the

hidden corners of your psyche and see
what's there.

Watch the spiral.

How do you feel?

Fine. I think I'm starting to drift.

Hovering. That's good.

Just keep looking at the spiral and
listening to my voice.

You can hear nothing else.

Just the sound of my voice.

Do you understand?

Yes.

That's very good.

Now we're going to go back into your
dream, to the place in the trees.

Can you find your way there?

I am there.

What are you feeling?

I want to go inside.

He is there, waiting.

First, you must go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the beginning.

What do you see?

Who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Yoshino.

Daioh courtesan of the House of Miura.

Where is Miura?

In the floating world. What is the
floating world?

Shin Yoshiwara.

The pleasure quarter in Edo.

Yoshino, what year is this?

What is the period?

Tokugawa, in the time of Ganraku.

My contract is bought by Edaimio, the
great warlord Shimatsu.

I'm leaving Miura with my maid,
Noruhiko, to live at Shimatsu's castle.

Shimatsu has sent his samurai to fetch
me.

For me, this is the end of happiness.

Now I can only look forward.

Sit down. I'll get you a drink.

No, thanks. I'm okay.

Do you remember Yoshino?

Yes.

Jennifer, you were remembering living in
Japan in the 17th century.

I have to go.

We have to talk about this. It could be
dangerous not to. I'm sorry, Helen. I

can't now. I really must go. Jennifer!

Call me when you're ready.

Please. I will.

I promise.

Good night.

You have to go everywhere with me.

Is that right?

That's right, Miss Lawrence.

Take me to a bar.

That's probably a bad idea.

It's probably a disastrous idea.

Take me to a bar.

You certainly know the best places, Mr.
Castello.

It's discreet, Miss Lawrence.

Mr. Preston might not understand.

Frightened of what Mr. Preston might do
to you?

I was thinking more about what he might
do to you.

Why do you people always drink this
stuff?

Because it's illegal, I suppose.

Us people?

Mercenaries, guns, torpedoes.

Whatever you call yourself these days.

I got a taste for it in the service.

Well, tonight this will be fine.

One of the benefits of an exclusive
university education, Mr. Castello.

You cultivate a variety of vices.

You were in the army.

Special forces.

Really?

So as a civilian, you practiced the only
trade they taught you.

Killing people.

Something like that. You killed a lot of
people, Mr. Castello?

Some. You enjoy it? Not as much as your
conversation, Miss Lawrence.

You're younger than most of them.

And rather better looking.

Do you?

Have a woman, Mr. Costello?

I don't discuss my personal life with
clients.

I'm not your client, Mr. Costello, press
on this.

Do you have a woman, or do you frequent
brothels, like most of your kind?

I'd say you wouldn't be averse to the
pleasures of a whore.

Nothing tardy, of course.

You'd fancy yourself as something of
a...

I'm a whore, Mr.

Costello.

But I'm in a different class to anything
you've ever had.

I could do things to you you've never
dreamed of.

Would you like to know?

Don't have time to fuck me, Miss
Lawrence.

You're too busy jerking yourself off.

Good morning, Miss Lawrence.

Hey, Costello, can we get a talk?

So,

the

cat's back.

Mouse can't play anymore.

I'm doing two 12 -hour shifts, straight
one after the other.

They got press me.

I'm okay.

Jesus Christ.

Go right! Go right!

It's Duggan.

Christ.

McCann's must want you real bad to send
Duggan, Mr. Preston.

And it means they know where we are.

Time to go to ground.

Until we've sorted those bastards out
permanently.

Fix it, Sam.

Another one to you, Costello.

I want you to mind the store.

They'll find out I've gone soon enough,
so you'll have a quiet time.

A little extra to keep you interested.

Yes, sir.

Keep Miss Lawrence here.

Come on, speed it up.

Let's go.

Just don't underestimate the McCanns,
David. I'll make it right, Peter. I hope

so.

I'll be in touch.

There is a love that transcends love,
that spans lifetimes.

Two souls deriving from one.

Twinned, like a twin flame.

Identical, but separate.

Sometimes together, fused by instinct
and by desire. Sometimes apart, to learn

and to grow.

But returning always to each other. In
other times...

In other places, again and again.

Attributed to the patriarch Tatsuya, 6th
century.

It's true.

It's really true.

What will he do?

I don't know.

Jennifer, we have to talk.

I can't leave here.

Then I must come to you.

Tell me where I can find you.

Jennifer, you could be in danger.

Please, tell me where I can find you.

Take the old ocean highway to Megan's
Crossing.

Then follow the signs to Lee Valley.

It's the only house.

I'll be there tomorrow.

So Jennifer it's true after all the old
saying

Once a whore

always a whore it's true, isn't it?

Just couldn't keep your fingers out of
the pie, could you, Costello?

How do you want to handle this, Mr.
Preston? I don't know yet.

Decide tomorrow.

We'll lock him up tonight.

Do it.

And bring her in.

In the hut.

Get up.

Come on, let's go.

So, what do I do with you, my ungrateful
little bitch?

He really should have adopted
legitimate, didn't he?

How did you get him back here?

I told him his whore was screwing the
babysitter. I had no idea she really

When I call the McCann, I'll mention you
to them.

The McCanns are impressed with you.

They want you to take over Preston's
operation.

Working for me, of course.

Your first task is to close this place
down.

And don't leave any traces.

So... We have a loose end to tie up.

Let's go.

David told me he found you at Heaven's
Gate, Jennifer.

Pity.

I fear now you're about to go elsewhere.

But if your journey is to be a painless
one, then you must do exactly as I

ask.

Self -destruction is an appropriate
death for a mercenary.

Don't you think?

Far less mundane than liquidation.

Cut him loose.

A gunshot wound to the larynx is one of
the most painful the human body can

experience.

Please, don't try anything heroic.

Put the muzzle to your head.

Fist time.

you