Dangerous Beauty

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY

WARNER BROS.

Woman:
WE DANCED OUR YOUTH

IN A DREAMED-OF CITY.

VENICE--

PARADISE,

PROUD AND PRETTY.

WE LIVED FOR LOVE

AND LUST AND BEAUTY,

PLEASURE THEN:

OUR ONLY DUTY...

FLOATING THEN 'TWIX HEAVEN AND EARTH

AND DRUNK ON PLENTY'S

BLESSED MIRTH.

WE THOUGHT OURSELVES

ETERNAL THEN,

OUR GLORY SEALED

BY GOD'S OWN PEN.

BUT PARADISE, WE FOUND,

IS ALWAYS FRAIL.

AGAINST MAN'S FEAR,

WILL ALWAYS FAIL.

[CROWD CHEERING

FAINTLY OUTSIDE]

[DOOR OPENS]

IS THERE ANYTHING

WRONG, MAMA?

NOTHING AT ALL.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[FIREWORKS WHISTLE,

CROWD CHEERS]

[MOANS]

OH, I FEEL...

I FEEL FAINT.

I FEEL FAINT.

COME ON.

OH, I FEEL FAINT.

OH!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

COME ON, BEATRICE.

QUICK.

Beatrice:
SLOW DOWN!

VERONICA!

[MAN LAUGHS]

[FIREWORKS WHISTLE]

OHH!

LOOK.

HELLO!

LOOK, THERE'S

YOUR BROTHER.

HELLO, VENICE!

WHAT IF HE SEES US?

HE'S NO LOOKING AT US, BEA.

HE'S LOOKING AT THEM.

HELLO, VENICE!

DID YOU GET MY LETTERS?

YOU DIDN'T GET THEM?

I'M NOT TALKING

TO YOU ANYWAY.

YOU BROKE MY HEART.

COME ON.

BEA, COME ON.

Man:
THEY LIKE YOU.

ALL THIS FOR ME?

OH!

OH, LIVIA.

O GLORIOUS MAID:

OF VIRTUES FAIR,

WITH BOSOMS LIKE THOSE,

WHO COULD CARE?

MY ROD,

MILADY--

A HAND.

COME.

HARDLY.

[LAUGHS]

IT'S VENUS COME

TO BLESS THE VENETIANS!

[CROWD CHEERS]

HOW ARE YOU?

BEATRICE!

HELLO.

[KISSES]

YOU SMELL:

LIKE A SEWER.

OH, THANK YOU. THAT'S

A FINE WELCOME, LITTLE SISTER.

LOOK AT YOU.

YOU MIGHT MAKE A WIFE

AFTER ALL.

DID YOU SEE HIM?

SEE WHO?

YOU KNOW WHO--

MY HUSBAND-TO-BE.

IS HE HANDSOME?

OH, HE'S, UM...

HE'S POWERFUL.

HE IS.

VERONICA?

WELCOME HOME, MARCO.

I THINK I'VE MISSED YOU.

WITH ALL THE COUR LADIES TO AMUSE YOU?

OH, ROMAN WOMEN,

THEY CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE

TO THE VENETIAN.

NOR CAN FRENCH,

NOR CAN FLORENTINE,

NOR ANY WOMAN:

FROM EUROPE TO THE LEVANT.

NO DOUBT YOU'VE

SAMPLED THEM ALL.

ALL BUT IDLE AMUSEMEN UNTIL YOU BLOSSOMED.

Man:
MARCO.

WHAT KEEPS A SON FROM

GREETING HIS PARENTS?

BEAUTY, I THINK.

MMM!

OH, MARCO, MARCO.

YOU'RE DRENCHED.

COME ON. YOU'LL

CATCH YOUR DEATH.

AH, VERONICA.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING

TO MISS DINNER AGAIN.

YOUNG LADIES HAVE

BETTER THINGS TO DO

THAN POISON THEIR MINDS

WITH BOOKS.

Mother:
SUCH AS?

SUCH AS:

MINDING THEIR MANNERS.

THE BUTCHER SAID

HE MUST BE PAID.

SIR, DO YOU KNOW

WHEN YOU SAIL?

YES, NEXT WEEK.

MMM. I WISH I COULD WITH YOU,

SAIL THE HIGH SEAS.

OH, VERONICA.

HIGH SEAS, INDEED.

SHE'LL NEVER FIND A HUSBAND

IF SHE CARRIES ON

LIKE A CHILD.

HOW DO PEOPLE MARRY,

MOTHER?

THEY STRIKE A BARGAIN.

WHAT'S TO BARGAIN OVER

IF YOU'RE IN LOVE?

MARRIAGE IS A CONTRACT,

VERONICA,

NOT A PERPETUAL TRYST.

Man:
HAVE YOU GOT SOMEONE

IN PARTICULAR IN MIND?

SERA!

OOH, LOVE POETRY, EH?

SERA, GIVE IT BACK.

"LIFE'S HARSHNESS

ALL FORGAVE,

"HEART'S YEARNING MET,

WHEN, GUARD YOUR SOUL--"

MUST BE TRUE LOVE.

I'D HAVE MADE A DASHING

COURTIER, DON'T YOU THINK?

OR MAYBE A PIRATE. HA!

HA!

OOH!

DISENGAGE TO THE LEFT.

AND AGAIN.

BACK.

BACK, EXTEND, AND LUNGE.

[MAN SINGING]

BACK, EXTEND, AND--

?? LOVELINESS OF THEE ??

?? NOR IN HOPE ??

?? THE WORLD CAN SHOW ??

?? A LITTLE LOVE FOR ME ??

?

?? BUT SINCE THAT I MUST-- ?

?? I REALLY

LOVE YOU ??

?? PLEASE... ??

?? BUT SINCE THA I MUST DIE AT LAST ??

?? 'TIS BEST TO USE

MYSELF IN JEST ??

?? DON'T TELL MAMA, SHE WILL

WANT TO CASTRATE ME ??

?? BUT SINCE THAT I ??

?? MUST DIE AT LAST ??

?? 'TIS BEST... ??

AND WHERE MIGHT YOU

BE GOING?

NOWHERE.

THAT NOWHERE:

HAS A NICE TENOR.

VERONICA'S ON THE CANAL

WITH MARCO VENIER--

ALONE.

MOTHER FRANCO.

OH, ELENA,

DON'T CALL ME THAT.

IT MAKES ME FEEL ANCIENT.

YOUNG LADIES:

OF MARRIAGEABLE AGE

MUST BE CHAPERONED.

A GOOD MARRIAGE:

FOR VERONICA:

COULD WIN ME:

A PROPER COMMISSION.

I ALWAYS LIKED MARCO VENIER.

HE'LL NEVER MARRY HER

IF HE HAS HER FIRST.

MARRY HER?

A BRIDE OF MARCO'S

WILL NEED A KING'S RANSOM.

I SEE...

MY FATED STARS.

YOUR EYES,

THEY MELT ME:

AS THE SUN DOES SNOW.

I BOUGHT THIS:

IN ROME FOR YOU.

YOU DIDN' BUY IT FOR ME.

YES, I DID.

I JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT.

[BOTH LAUGH]

OH, SUCH AN EASY GIF

MIGHT EASILY BE:

TAKEN BACK AGAIN.

THEN NAME ME ANY OTHER GIFT.

THE BOOK WILL DO

FOR NOW.

I THINK PERHAPS:

YOU'RE TOO YOUNG

TO ACCEPT WHAT I WOULD

TRULY GIVE YOU.

WELL, I AM NOT SO YOUNG

AS YOU ARE VAIN.

YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED,

HAVE YOU?

HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?

I FEAR YOU MISTAKE ME

FOR ONE OF YOUR EASY

COURT COMPANIONS.

NO.

NO.

I MISTOOK THE ASKING

IN YOUR EYES.

DO YOU NOT LIKE MY KISS?

I WISH IT WERE NOT A SIN

TO HAVE LIKED IT SO.

GOD MADE SIN:

THAT WE MIGHT KNOW

HIS MERCY.

Veronica:
I FIND MYSELF

WITHIN HIS EYES:

AND LONG FOR MORE,

MYSELF TO KNOW.

HE HEARS, IT SEEMS,

MY SILENT CRIES:

AND MAKES MY HEAR MY REASON'S FOE.

HOW CAN THIS BE,

TO LOVE SO QUICKLY?

"LOVE DOES NOT WAIT,"

IS HIS REPLY.

WHAT MAGIC WEAVES HIS TOUCH

TO TRICK ME?

HOW CAN I NOW:

MY LOVE DENY?

FOR MY BRIDE.

A LITTLE:

WEDDING TRINKET.

[DING DING DING]

LORENZO GRITTI...

AND HIS FAIR BRIDE.

YOUR UNION GIVES US

GREATEST PRIDE.

GOOD HEALTH,

GREAT WEALTH:

AND LASTING LINE.

ON YOUR UNION,

GOD'S GLORY SHINE.

HOW COULD THEY?

HOW COULD WHO WHAT?

YOUR PARENTS MARRY

YOUR SISTER OFF:

TO THAT PIECE OF

DECAYING FLESH.

THAT PIECE:

OF DECAYING FLESH

IS A COUSIN OF THE DOGE,

CONFIDANT OF THE POPE.

THE ROMAN COUR ADORES HIM.

THE ROMAN COURT DOESN' HAVE TO SLEEP WITH HIM.

OH, YOU'D BE

SURPRISED.

SAVE YOUR BLUSHES,

VERONICA.

THEY DON'T SIT WELL

WITH THE BLUNTNESS

OF YOUR TONGUE.

SURELY THEY COULD HAVE

TRADED DOWN A FEW DUCATS

FOR AN OUNCE:

OF VIRILITY.

WHY?

WELL, FOR YOUR

SISTER'S SAKE.

MY SISTER'S A PRUDE.

OH, AND SHE MIGH HAVE KEPT HER OWN BED.

IT WOULD HARDLY:

BE MORE CRUEL:

MARRYING HER:

TO GOD.

GOD ISN'T AS RICH

AS LORENZO GRITTI.

DO HONOR TO THE HOUSES

OF GRITTI AND VENIER.

FOR VENICE.

I'VE SEEN

HOW YOU LOOK AT HER

AND HOW SHE LOOKS AT YOU.

I KNOW THAT LOOK.

FATHER.

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE

LOVE'S ALLURE, MARCO.

ENJOY IT, BUT...

GUARD YOUR HEAD:

AND YOUR HEART.

YOU CANNOT MARRY HER.

I KNOW.

PIETRO, COME.

I WISH THAT WERE

OUR BRIDAL CHAMBER.

OH.

YOU THINK ME TERRIBLY

WICKED FOR SAYING THAT.

NO.

YOU KNOW WE CAN'T MARRY.

I KNOW ONLY:

WHAT YOU TELL ME.

I MUST MARRY:

ACCORDING TO MY STATION

AND MY FAMILY'S WILL.

WELL, THEN

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

BECAUSE I COULD NO STAY AWAY.

WELL, THEN DON'T.

MY MARRIAGE MUST BE

A MARRIAGE OF STATE.

MY PEOPLE ARE TRUE

CITIZENS 700 YEARS BACK.

A COAT OF ARMS DOES NO AN INHERITANCE MAKE.

I SPEAK OF LOVE,

AND YOU TALK OF MONEY.

I SPEAK OF MY DUTY.

AND WHAT OF YOUR HEART?

IT ISN'T ABOUT MY HEART.

THIS IS ABOUT POLITICS.

HOW ROMANTIC.

MARRIAGE ISN'T ROMANTIC.

THAT'S WHY GOD

INVENTED POETRY.

TO SWEETEN MEN'S

LYING LIPS.

IF I WERE A LIAR,

WOULD I TELL YOU THIS NOW?

IF YOU CARED FOR ME,

YOU COULD NOT TELL ME THIS EVER.

BUT I WANT YOU.

NOT ENOUGH.

[SOBBING]

DAUGHTER, YOU HAVE

REACHED TOO HIGH.

I TOLD YOU,

MARRIAGE IS A CONTRACT.

SIGNING A TREATY.

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