Beauty and the Beast Page #5

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We've looked after him all his life.

But he's cursed you somehow. Why?

You did nothing!

You're quite right there, dear.

You see, when the master

lost his mother...

and his cruel father

took that sweet, innocent lad...

and twisted him up

to be just like him...

we did nothing.

Let him sleep.

Days in the sun

When my life

has barely begun

Not until

my whole life is done

Will I ever leave you

Will I tremble again

To my dear one's

gorgeous refrain

Will you now

forever remain

Out of reach of my arms

Oh, those days in the sun

What I'd give

to relive just one

'Night, Mama.

Undo what's done

And bring back the light

Oh, I could sing

Of the pain

these dark days bring

The spell we're under

Still it's the wonder of us

I sing of tonight

How in the midst

of all this sorrow

Can so much

hope and love endure

I was innocent and certain

Now I'm wiser but unsure

Days in the past

I can't go back

into my childhood

Oh, those precious days couldn't last

One that my father

made secure

I can feel a change in me

Oh, hold me closer

I'm stronger now

but still not free

Days in the sun

Will return

we must believe

As lovers do

That days in the sun

Will come shining through

What happens

when the last petal falls?

The master remains

a beast forever.

And we become...

- Antiques.

- Knick-knacks.

Lightly-used houseware.

Rubbish.

We become rubbish.

I want to help you.

There must be some way

to break the curse.

Well, there is one.

It's not for you

to worry about, lamb.

We've made our bed

and we must lie in it.

Drink.

Thank you, Agathe.

"Love can transpose

to form and dignity.

"Love looks not with the eyes

"but with the mind

and therefore..."

"And therefore is winged Cupid

painted blind."

You know Shakespeare?

I had an expensive education.

Actually, Romeo and Juliet's

my favorite play.

Why is that not a surprise?

I'm sorry?

Well, all that heartache

and pining and...

So many better things to read.

Like what?

Well, there are a couple of...

things in here

you could start with.

Are you all right?

It's wonderful!

Yes. I suppose it is.

Well, if you like it so much,

then it's yours.

Have you really read every one

of these books?

What?

Well, not all of them.

Some of them are in Greek.

Was that a joke?

Are you making jokes now?

Maybe.

"The air is blue

and keen and cold...

"and in a frozen sheath,

enrolled.

"Each branch, each twig...

"each blade of grass seems

clad miraculously with...

"glass."

I feel as if I'm

seeing it for the first time.

Is there any more?

Um...

"But in that solemn silence

is heard the whisper...

"of every sleeping thing.

"Look. Look at me.

"Come wake me up.

"For still here I be."

There's something sweet

and almost kind

But he was mean

and he was coarse and unrefined

And now he's dear

and so unsure

I wonder why

I didn't see it there before

She glanced this way

I thought I saw

And when we touched

She didn't shudder at my paw

No, it can't be

I'll just ignore

But then

she's never looked at me

That way before

New, and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought

that this could be

True that

he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him

That I simply didn't see

Well, who'd have thought?

Well, bless my soul!

- Well, who'd have known?

- Well, who indeed?

And who'd have guessed

They'd come together on their own

It's so peculiar

Wait and see

We'll wait and see

A few days more

There may be something there

That wasn't there before

And here's a thought...

Perhaps there's something there

That wasn't there before

What, Mama?

There may be something there

That wasn't there before

What is it? What's there?

I'll tell you

when you're older.

Okay, I'm older!

Chip...

You are a one.

What are you reading?

Nothing.

Guinevere and Lancelot.

Well, actually...

King Arthur

and the Round Table.

Knights and men

and swords and things.

Mmm.

Still...

it's a romance.

All right.

I never thanked you

for saving my life.

Well, I never thanked you...

for not leaving me

to be eaten by wolves.

They know

how to have a good time.

Yes. But when I enter the room,

laughter dies.

Me too.

The villagers say that

I'm a funny girl...

but I'm not sure they mean it

as a compliment.

I'm sorry.

Your village sounds terrible.

Almost as lonely

as your castle.

What do you say we run away?

Another little gift

from the enchantress.

A book that truly allows you

to escape.

How amazing!

It was her cruelest trick of all.

It was just another curse.

The outside world has no place

for a creature like me...

but it can for you.

Think of the one place

you've always wanted to see.

Now find it in your mind's eye.

Then feel it in your heart.

Where did you take us?

Paris.

Oh, I love Paris.

What would you like to see first?

Notre Dame...

The Champs-lyses...

No?

Too touristy?

It's so much smaller

than I imagined.

This is the Paris of my childhood

These were

the borders of my life

In this crumbling, dusty attic

Where an artist loved his wife

Easy to remember

Harder to move on

Knowing the Paris of my childhood

Is gone

What happened to your mother?

It was the one story

Papa could never bring himself to tell.

I knew better than to ask.

Oh. A doctor's mask.

Plague.

You must leave now.

Quickly...

before it takes her too.

I'm sorry I ever

called your father a thief.

Let's go home.

This is some storm, huh?

At least

we're not tied to a tree

in the middle of nowhere...

surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves.

You know it's not too late.

We could always turn back...

It's just...

every time I close my eyes...

I picture Maurice stranded alone.

And then when I open them...

he's...

Maurice!

Gaston...

did you try to kill Maurice?

Maurice!

Thank heavens!

I've spent the last five days...

- trying to find you.

- You tried to kill me.

You left me to the wolves.

Wolves?

It's one thing to rave

about your delusions.

It's another to accuse me

of attempted murder.

Maurice...

do you have any proof

of what you're saying?

Ask Agathe. She rescued me.

Agathe!

You'd hang your accusations

on the testimony...

of a filthy hag?

No offense, Agathe.

Monsieur LeFou.

He was there. He saw it all.

Me?

You're right.

Don't take my word for it.

LeFou...

my dearest companion...

did I...

your oldest friend

and most loyal compatriot...

try to kill the father

of the only woman I've ever loved?

Well, it's a complicated question

on a number of accounts...

But no.

No, he did not.

You...

Maurice...

it pains me to say this,

but you've become a danger

to yourself and others.

No wonder Belle ran away.

You need help, sir.

A place to heal

your troubled mind.

Everything's going to be fine.

Just fine.

Well, I saw her

in the ballroom...

and said, "You're making

everything look so beautiful.

"We should have

a dance tonight."

I never imagined

she'd actually say yes.

What was I thinking?

No, Master.

It's perfect.

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