Thomasin McKenzie credited as playing...
Eloise
- Eloise: Has a woman ever died in my room?
- Ms Collins: This is London. Someone has died in every room in every building and on every street corner in the city.
- Eloise: I know what you did.
- Silver Haired Gentleman: I've done a lot of things, Eloise. You're gonna have to be more specific, luv.
- Eloise: Do you believe in spirits?
- Carol: What kind of a question is that? That brown stuff pays your wages.
- Eloise: I mean... do you believe in ghosts?
- Carol: Ghosts? No. Why? Are you scared down here? If this place is haunted by anything, it's the good times. When it's empty, all I hear is the laughs. Every gangster, every copper, every red-faced lush has been in here, and all those high spirits have soaked into the walls. You could probably get drunk on just that.
- Eloise: Yeah...
- Carol: [realizing what Eloise is getting at] Ellie, I love you, girl. You fit right in. But you can't sleep here.
- Eloise: I hear you were quite the ladies' man.
- Silver Haired Gentleman: "Were?" How dare you. Still am. You never lose it.
- Eloise: If I could live any place and any time, I'd live here in London in the '60s. It must have felt like the center of the universe.
- Ms Collins: You're not in any trouble, are you?
- Eloise: No. No, I just need, uh, an escape.
- Ms Collins: Oh, don't we all, dearie.
- Eloise: When I see someone in it - when I imagine it, she's wearing the dress. The dress isn't wearing her.
- Eloise: How do you know my name?
- Silver Haired Gentleman: I make it my business to know all the pretty girls around here. All their problems. Always have done.
- Ms Collins: Look at that. You've changed your hair.
- Eloise: Yeah. I wanted to go for something different - you know, a bit of '60s.
- Ms Collins: You play a lot of that music, don't you?
- Eloise: Is it too loud?
- Ms Collins: Not at all, but what's that about? It's more my time than yours.
- Eloise: My gran plays it a lot. Guess I just like the old songs better than the stuff today.
- Ms Collins: Music was better, yeah.
- Silver Haired Gentleman: And here she is. You know your siren song is playing? I just put this on the jukebox, and lo and behold, you appear. Carol was worried about you. Thought you'd gone missing. I told her no one ever really disappears. They're always around somewhere.
- Eloise: I'm right here.