Ellis (2015) Movie Script

I remember the sound of the wind
as I was falling asleep.
The tree branches scraping the roof
like people whispering...
I arrived here one winter morning,
or maybe it was spring.
I can't remember anymore...
The mind plays tricks...
Papa had just died two weeks before...
The ground was frozen
where they dug his grave...
Mama left a note in my suitcase,
telling me to do something
that would make her proud...
To be a good man...
There were so many winters...
I came here because I wanted a home...
Where I can find peace...
Where I can be treated like anyone else.
Where I can be anyone I want to be.
It wasn't always empty.
They all had to come down here.
People would line up here
holding their suitcases,
and their children holding on
to them for dear life.
There were young people and old
people, families...
But lots of them...
they were completely alone.
They waited their turn to reach the guard
at the end of the hall.
The guard would stamp your book and say:
"Go over there"...
I was one of them.
When I got here,
I went into a huge room.
Doctors... asking these quick questions.
A doctor comes to me and tells me:
"You got to go back."
I say: "Back where?"
He says: "Back where you came from."
I said: "I got to go to New York!
I come for a new life."
He says: "No!"
"You can't"
"You go to..."
"Back home."
And I fight him. He doesn't listen.
He says: "Five minutes"
and walks away
I grabbed my suitcase,
and... I went and hid in a closet
behind all these dressing gowns.
And when it was dark,
I went and hid somewhere else,
and somewhere else
I stayed where nobody could find me.
And a week became a month.
I had only one thing in mind.
One place to be.
Like you could fly if you had
the wings.
You could swim there if the current
wasn't so hard.
Lots of people triedTo get there.
I even tried to swim once
but I only made it a little way.
One night,
I met somebody else.
She was hiding too.
So we hid together.
Living at night.
And we talked about what we would
be when we got to the shore.
What our life was going to be like.
And one day she didn't wake up.
So I took her body and
put it into the water and...
watched it float to where she wanted to go.
And I was alone again.
"I'm sorry. We were so close."
There were all these millions of people
who come through here,
and I see them all.
People of every color, shape and size.
And I think about all
those people who did...
All of those that made it...
Made it to some distant shore
where when they come up the beach
or over a bridge or onto a road
They start to walk...
Then they start walking faster and faster,
faster and faster...
Then they're running...
They made it.
They were at last... Home.
But don't get me wrong.
I'm the ghost of all those
who never got to get there.
And the ghost of those who
will never get there.