The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way...
and then dipped suddenly down.
So suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself...
before she found herself falling down...
what seemed to be a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly...
for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her...
and to wonder what was gonna happen next...
You bend so that you don't break
You give but then you can't take
Those wise eyes of yours
Those big skies of yours
My sweet honey rose
Strange dark flower rose
Jeliza-Rose
One, two, three, four...
No, that...
You must be Titania.
Hi, Titania.
It's me, Jeliza-Rose. And this is Mustique.
I'm just as excited as anything.
Cos today, we're all going on a great trip.
Sexual ambush in the new wild west
God is a camera, baby, show us more breast
For every name in a star on that dirty boulevard
Ten thousand others got shot through the heart
The Isles of the Dutchman, it's calling
His perfume and money is the smell of sin
Miss September gave it up to Robin Hood
The day Vincent Van Gogh came to Hollywood
And here's my impression of it all
What's in Denmark?
When you ever been there, anyway?
It's just something stupid you've got in your head. Jutland.
Jutland.
Jutland. It's called Jutland.
- It's where we're headed. - The Viking land of marsh and fjords...
and weird light.
I see dark banks...
decorated by the most beautiful flies.
Where do you get all of these crappy ideas, anyway?
Oh, I'm just thinking of a place without a phone.
Nobody could hound me then.
They won't find me, or you or Jeliza-Rose.
Fuck that, Noah, I ain't going.
- So don't even bother trying. Stupid. - Whatever you want.
Guess me and Jeliza-Rose will make the trip. How's that?
You know what, Noah...
you and that little shit-critter can leave whenever you want.
I don't care.
When you're done with daddy come upstairs and do my legs, okay?
Okay, mama.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Did you know...
that King Harold...
he promised to marry the Norse Queen, Gunhilda...
and enticed her to Jutland.
Then on her arrival she got drowned in a bog instead.
Not very nice, is it?
No, not very nice.
No. Think she deserved it?
No.
I guess she didn't.
Thank you, sweetie.
Yeah...
time for...
for daddy to...
go on a little vacation.
I say poor me.
Danish folk greet the May sunrise.
Daddy...
is Jutland like the Prairies?
It's your daddy's fault you're the way you are, not mine.
Because I loved you.
Lip-smacking little junkie baby.
Irritable and hyperactive, you was.
Just twitching and spasms and convulsions.
Your daddy blew smoke in your face to keep you quiet, you know that?
I think it would damage you, but don't blame me...
I breast-fed you forever.
Jeliza-Rose, you know I love you, don't you?
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm gonna do something real nice for you real soon some day, I promise.
- Sure, mama. - Baby...
and I want you... What the fuck are you doing?
How many times have I told you to stay away from my chocolate, you little bitch?
Oh, honey.
I don't want you to leave me, Jeliza-Rose.
I can't get by without you, Jeliza-Rose.
Down, down, down.
Would the fall never come to an end?
"I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?"
All ce sal d alou d.
"I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth."
Jeliza-Rose, wake up.
Wake up. Listen. You should know this before I forget.
The bog waters...
they have weird powers. They leave these bodies...
in bogs for thousands of years and they don't decay. They just...
Well, they may get a little shrunk and stuff. Honey, listen to me now.
Come here, try to understand this. Lookee here.
There he is, look, see him...
that man was murdered two thousand years ago.
You're looking at somebody deader than dirt.
Who killed him?
Well, I don't know.
Let's just hope we're in that kind of shape in two thousand years.
Look at him.
He's just...
he's just lying there...
waiting to come back to life.
Okay. That's what I wanted to tell you. Goodnight, baby.
Straight to sleep now, or else your mum...
and all the bog men in the world will come chasing after you.
- Dad! - What?
Daddy...
could you leave the light on tonight, please?
Sure, baby. You got it.
It was the methadone that killed her.
Should have kept her on the junk.
I should have just cut her dose and kept her on it.
Now she's dead and...
I don't have a car.
Please don't be sad.
Now we can eat all her choc bars.
Look... here they are.
No, no one's gonna take you from me, sweetie.
That's not happening here. Huh? Now, we're leaving.
Okay? We're gonna go off to the prairies.
- Okay? - We can go to Jutland.
Wouldn't that be wonderful.
All right, is there anything you wanna say?
- Mum's dead all right. - Maybe we should...
give Queen Gunhilda a real send-off...
will all the things she loved, yeah.
There'd be horses on there and...
- Yeah. - Some of these.
- Plates of gold. Come on, honey. - These too.
Okay. Yeah, that's it. What else did she love on there?
- Shoes. - Oh yeah, she loved shoes, that's it.
That's it. Lay her to rest on a...
a Viking ship.
Yeah... set her on fire.
Adrift the great misty fjords at dawn.
No, no, sweetie, sweetie!
- Maybe it's a bad idea. - Come on now.
You might burn up the whole building and everyone else.
Yeah, you're right.
Let's go.
Don't stare, it's bad luck. Come on.
Not it. No, no, come on. Let's do this damn thing.
Gotta monitor the information as it develops.
The bog men... they'll be looking for me when they find mum.
Probably already found her.
I'm not gonna be safe until we get to Grandma's house.
Think mum will keep falling until she falls right through the earth?
Got to get rid of the squirrels in the attic because they're chewing the wiring.
They make a terrible racket in the morning.
One bit me once.
Me and my cousin, we beat it dead with a bat.
But not before that sucker tried climbing my pant leg...
all crazy mad, getting itself tangled in my hair.
Sinking it's big yellow teeth into my scalp...
tearing at everything.
Nothing. Nothing.
Well, Noah isn't even worth a headline any more.
Yeah, I'm a nobody.
Shall I read some more?
Yeah, sweetie, that would be nice. Read.
"Well!" Thought Alice to herself.
Your grandma, she liked the squirrels.
She said the place didn't feel so lonesome that way.
Jeez.
Oh, mama, where are you when I need you?
Wish I'd met grandma.
She was a wonderful woman, your grandma, but...
Queen Gunhilda said "Fuck that. Fuck that." she said.
Really!
I wanted to take you, all right.
- We're going there now, right? - Sure we are.
- I told you. Hey... - We are, aren't we?
Sweetie, this is just the first stage. You and me...
we're on our travels, honey. We're going across the ocean to Jutland.
You and me, okay?
Jeliza-Rose. Was that you making those air biscuits? Cutting air muffins?
Oh man, that's nasty.
It isn't me!
You should move to China. Over there, the louder the burp, the better the meal.
A powerful air biscuits delivered with grace would get you free dessert.
That's gross!
There you go again. It's a regular art form with you. Put a plug in it, please.
Don't. It's you!
You're doing it. Stop it!
Stop.
Serve you right.
For the love of Mike.
- Awfully kind of you. - No problem.
Come on, sweetie. Watch it now.
Watch your step.
Wow. Is that it?
Yeah.
Go on. Go on through.
Place needs a little work. Wants a new well.
No problem.
Look.
Yard needs some tending.
Damn weeds... they get the better of everything.
Nails coming up on the porch.
We can hammer them back down.
Yeah, your grandma, had this boy mow and weed.
I suppose that fella's all grown-up by now.
Hey, ma! I'm home!
Home at last! Go on in.
Go on. Go on.
Vandals.
Where's my room?
Up with the Gods.
Mustique...
Sateen Lips...
Baby Blonde...
and Glitter Gal.
Hi, guys.
I'm dying. I can't go on.
I must go on.
You will survive. A complete recovery is expected.
Thank you, thank you, doctor.
You've given me hope. I shall live.
Oh, doctor.
Doctor.
Now, you don't go short-changing daddy, will you, sweetheart?
I won't.
Don't you worry.
Oh, time for daddy's vacation.
Not too long this time, daddy.
Oh no. Just a little vacation.
Daddy's going deep sea diving.
Going to the place where dreams are made.
Thanks, honey.
And daddy...
daddy's gonna stroll down that...
far subterranean shore...
all littered with flotsam of hopes and dreams.
Oh, I see them.
Relics of ancient times...
Ionely cenotaphs...
standing along that melancholy tideland.
What are you saying? I don't understand what you're saying.
Come back.
You'll get in trouble. You shouldn't be in there.
People don't like squirrels in the attic.
I'm not telling you a secret because you wouldn't like it.
He's in the room.
Are you ready, Mustique?
I was born ready.
Good, because this could get pretty dangerous.
Bring Sateen Lips with us. She can help.
- I don't wanna go. - Shut up, you baby.
Why can't Baby Blonde, or Glitter Gal do it instead?
Keep complaining and me and Jeliza-Rose will cut off all your hair!
Please don't. I'll behave.
You better.
I'm sure he's here somewhere.
Maybe he's magic.
Maybe he's really a fairy.
Don't be silly.
Only lightning bugs are like fairies.
Squirrel butts don't glow.
He's in the wall.
He's right here.
He's gone through to the next room!
Don't go in there. I'm scared.
What did I tell you? Safe as houses.
I'm still scared.
That squirrel can't hide from me!
We'r e golng In... rlg h, ellza R os e?
Right.
But I'm still scared, Jeliza-Rose.
If we're not back in an hour, then come after us...
because it means...
we'r e b elng p ulverlze d.
It's like a cave.
It's grandma's stuff! Yeah... that's what it is.
Let's taka a look at those boxes.
No.
Scared!
What's so spooky about boxes?
It's the treasure chest that's spooky.
Bet there's slippers...
and gold in it.
Or a dead thing.
It's just old clothes.
See.
I bet she was beautiful.
- She was old! - She was my grandma!
She was old and ugly with boxes of squirrel-chewed junk!
You're lying. Shut up or we're leaving.
That's what happened.
We've turned into squirrels.
There's Jeliza-Rose.
She's looking for us.
Boom boom boom boom I'm gonna shoot you right down
Daddy?
Right offa your feet
Take you home with me
I had a bad dream.
Boom boom boom boom
I love to see you strut
Still on vacation, daddy?
When you talking to me
That baby talk
I like it like that
Whoa, yeah!
Talk that talk
Walk that walk
Mornlng.
I'm hungry.
This is Radio Jeliza-Rose.
Are you receiving me? Over.
This is Radio Jeliza-Rose.
Am I coming in loud and clear? Over.
Won't talk to you too.
It's not nice, you know.
You wouldn't like it too.
Get off!
Die, die, die!
It's clear. All clear.
Now... we mustn't sing or talk...
or we'll spook the fairies... and they won't come.
I have to see them.
Probably they won't be out till tonight anyway.
Lift me up sweet Jesus
Nail me by his crooked cross
Oh what a glorious day
A ghost.
She was killed in this very bus.
All b urne d b a d.
That's why her face is covered up.
Maybe she's a queen... and she got strangled.
She's Queen Gunhilda. She didn't want to stay dead any more.
We have to go home. We have to go tell daddy. Right now!
We saw a ghost!
We saw a ghost.
She was looking for something.
Get on with it, you little bitch.
I'm dying.
My tongue is filling my head.
I'm really dying this time.
This is not a vacation.
Dear, you're already dead. You're a ghost. A spook.
So beautiful too.
I'm a vision.
Dear...
promise me something, Jeliza-Rose.
If I ever end up looking like Glitter Gal...
promise you'll just kill me.
I couldn't.
I could never.
Oh, yes you could.
You're a vision.
You're a sensation.
We're very proud of you.
You're our beauty queen...
and it's only right you look your best for the seance.
Now... hold hands.
Mustique, you too.
Ridiculous.
Everyone close your eyes.
The ghost is sending us a message.
A psychic message.
She wants something.
Like what?
Aglf.
I could draw a picture, of you and me.
Or give her Glitter Gal.
Shut up, Mustique.
Then what?
Something only a dead person uses.
The radio. It's dead.
The dead can listen to ghost voices.
And ghost music too.
Except...
daddy likes listening to music.
First, we make an altar.
Jeliza-Rose, this is not going to work.
Shut up, Mustique.
Bog men are stirring.
Let's go. Ghosts and monsters are fast runners, remember?
No, they aren't. Dead things are slow.
You have to be alive to run.
They get you... when you're not expecting them.
What are you doing?
What have you been messing with here?
- Are you mute, vandal? - I'm scared.
Ooh, vandal's scared.
I'm not a vandal.
I'm Jeliza-Rose.
Jeliza-Rose.
Well...
a vandal by any other name. You understand?
Children. This is for me?
It's a gift.
Something useful.
Any bees?
Go mess elsewhere.
One sting and I'm paralyzed... most likely dead.
But you are dead.
What a thing to say! What kind of a child are you?
- What I meant to say was... - Well, you should say what you mean!
- I do. - No, you don't!
Meaning what you say is something quite different.
You might just as well have said...
"I see what I eat" is the same as "I eat what I see". Which it isn't.
If you see a bee or you hear a bee, you'll say so, right?
If I'm stung and die, it'll be your fault.
Stung in my own garden.
Blinded by a bee.
Revenge for destroying my daddy's hives, I say.
Poured gas on them.
Set them ablaze.
See my daddy, he loved his bees, and they loved him, I'm sure.
They is jealous creatures, though. Hated my mama.
Pure evil.
My mama's heart...
just stopped.
And we never ate apple pie again. She was changed forever.
Now... there isn't a bee alive that doesn't want me murdered.
And this...
this is revenge!
A dead peeper.
Dreadful, isn't it?
Who's this?
- This for me too? - It's Mustique.
She's my friend.
Well, you should consider the company you keep, I think. You take it.
You be going now.
You're not a real ghost, anyhow.
Not yet.
Maybe we'll meet again.
I'll most probably come by here tomorrow... around noon.
Well, you can leave your friend behind, she's trouble.
Okay.
Children!
She doesn't hate me. She doesn't!
Daddy! She doesn't hate me!
She's not a ghost at all.
Daddy, I think she could be my new friend.
She invited me to a picnic.
The only thing is...
she just wants me to go.
She doesn't like Mustique...
and I don't think she'd like the others.
I'm going on my own.
Sleep... dear little ones, sleep.
You dream...
of trains... of Eskimo pies...
and old men dancing with bears.
Lift me up sweet Jesus
Lay me on His crooked cross
Oh what a glorious day
Have me down on my knees and pray
Lift me up sweet Jesus
Lay me on His crooked cross
Kill a rabbit yourself, Dickens.
I'm too busy today.
Now, do you think you're the only person with things to do?
No, Dell, I can't!
Lord, I don't know why I is getting such cross.
I can't kill rabbits, Dell.
Because they've got big eyes. And they're watching me.
- Why can't you kill them? - Because I can't.
You know I can't. You hear me?
If you do that to rabbits I feel bad. I don't do that.
Well, I put food in my tummy already. Am I a maid? Am I a wife?
Do I make the sky turn blue? Dickens, feed yourself, you're no child.
But my tummy is empty, Dell!
You didn't even leave me a crumb.
You tummy will get his food, Dickens, but not for lunch. No lunch.
'Li fill him a dinner, he'll get his rabbit hen.
Mama needs reading to before I kill for you.
Boy!
She's gonna kill you, rabbit.
Better hide. Gonna eat you for dinner.
It was such a wonderful time.
They invited me into their little stone house. They really did.
And we danced and played games and sang songs.
Her name is Dell.
And she had the radio fixed.
And I danced with Dickens. It was wonderful, Mustique.
Well, I wouldn't know, would I?
I wasn't there.
I know, Mustique.
I'm sorry you couldn't come too.
I wanted you to.
- I really did. - You hypnotized us!
I had to.
So you wouldn't stop me going.
There...
What is that stink?
What died in here?
You quit cutting muffins!
Poo in the yard, because that's where you do it!
What are you eating?
You're fat.
Your belly is poking.
You're a real stinker.
And don't say it's me, because it's you.
And you know it!
You don't have to eat if you don't want to, daddy.
Maybe I'll bring back some food from Dell.
A butter tart...
or maybe a little piece of her chicken.
Go away, bog man. Leave me alone!
Go away, bog man!
No, no, don't be mad. I'm wrong again. I'm sorry.
The old lady isn't here any more. I know that. I'm going now.
She isn't here any more.
Wait! Dickens!
Dickens! Don't be scared.
Dell is my friend. We ate a picnic too!
Come back! I'm Dell's best friend!
Dickens?
Come out.
I can see you.
If I run too fast... I faint like a girl.
I'm a girl. I don't faint like a girl.
I'm Jeliza-Rose.
My daddy wrote a song about me because I'm special.
How come you know my name?
Dell told me. She's my best friend.
She's my sister.
Who was that in the chair?
Was that your mama?
My daddy.
He's pretty too... with pretty hair.
I made him pretty.
The old lady lived there.
See, the door was open, so, she could have been there too.
But she wasn't, but maybe she was.
Yeah, I'm always getting into trouble that way...
when I'm wrong.
Wait.
What happened to your head?
They cut inside my head, they did. They cut my brain...
so I'm not epileptic no more only sometimes.
Like this.
Do you have a pool?
No. I can't swim. Because I'll get a seizure and sink like a stone.
I don't swim except in the tub.
- And I don't drive cars. - Yeah, me either.
See, I can't drive to save my life. Not even if I'm bloody...
or my arm's chopped off.
If you drive you'll go...
Yeah, yeah, that's what'll happen, all right.
Uh-oh. Careful, you'll drown if you don't keep swimming?
Oh, I'm drowning!
I am. Save me! Save me!
I need to go get Lisa.
- Lisa? - Yeah, Lisa!
And see, then I don't have to swim anyway. Lisa's my submarine.
If you wanna see it, I don't know...
Maybe tomorrow you can.
I want to see it. I like submarines.
Thing is...
thing is, you gotta hold my hand, okay?
Real tight, okay?
Okay.
Because that way we don't get lost from each other.
- All right. - Okay.
That way...
it's the ocean!
This it!
She's Lisa!
She's Lisa.
Vessels underwater have girl names.
Boats on top do too. Well, some do.
What's this supposed to be? A periscope?
Yeah.
Dive! Dive!
What's this junk?
It ain't junk, it's bait!
You see this?
Shark attack!
- A shark did this? - A monster shark.
Because I hunt them all over the South Pacific in my submarine.
And I set bait.
They're mostly pennies, but I got a million.
I set the bait like this.
And then the monster shark, he comes down the tracks...
his jaws are gnashing...
he mashes everything in his way, that shark.
When I find bigger bait, I hide in the submarine and wait.
The only way to stop that monster is to blow him up.
Rocks and spears don't work, believe me.
I'm lucky I'm alive.
I need to be home. I need to be home.
- Dickens. - You too.
- Don't get in my submarine without me. - I won't.
Bye.
Bye, friend.
Don't drown.
Come visit me tomorrow.