Effie Gray Page #3

Now, he asked nine cents.

Please give these coins, and say that money is no problem for you,

since these married to the most wealthy and generous man Venice.

Thank You.

Rafael, please she gave him too.

Now.

It's better.

Top ...

Neither one eye up to this splendor.

Look at this.

It is as if the wind had carved it.

That soft ...

And that is completely different from this.

- The variety is great, right? - Yup.

Look down there, what do you see?

It is very beautiful,

but regularly,

unified way.

It's like a world where trees are all the same size.

And the clouds same, and people say that,

again and again.

It is made perfectly, but entirely private,

of these beautiful imperfections.

Imperfections are your ideal,

then you should find very beautiful.

Look what I found.

From half a lifetime ago.

Do you remember?

Why is turning into a tree?

She is the nymph Daphne.

He is the god Apollo.

He wants a sobrecojedor desire, want to own their purity,

But she does not want him.

And then it turns into a laurel to choose.

It is a clever trick.

It is, nymphs are very intelligent.

What are you doing?

Leave, leave ...

Care, a woman drowned in the canal last month.

Hear! Who hired this spirit of Christmas?

Look at her, is making an effort.

It is much more difficult than it looks.

Say what?

He says it's very easy, what for to pay for a gondolier?

Help me ...

No, no, and do better.

- You're still working. - Sure.

- Did you enjoy dancing? - Yup.

Y Ballet ballet.

If you you bloom, I'll die.

What will your book?

Say that Venice was once,

the most glorious, true,

most persecuted pearl.

As Eve from Adam, but now,

has fallen from the grace.

Dissipation and corruption is almost complete.

What do you mean?

It once was a virgin, and is now a prostitute,

addicted nothing but pleasure and pleasure.

A beautiful prostitute,

but a prostitute anyway.

Be Quiet.

We are sleeping here.

Leave them alone.

You were once young too.

Those two are not husband and wife.

She is the wife of English.

Does the crazy?

See that? They talk about us.

I call them "whisperers".

Our dance is big news.

I hope your husband is ready.

My husband does not hear murmurs, is well above that.

And I never forget my duty to him, even for a moment.

Anyway I have no talent for intrigue.

Want to try? There's nobody here.

Can I?

- Sure. - I'd love to.

No, the hand well.

No, no no ...

- No, stop. - Kiss Me.

Wait.

Effy.

Already back?

Yeah ... I was tired.

- Why do not you sleep? - That I will.

Mr. Raskins, you know what I had that treating your mother?

I do not know, but she says it's miraculous.

Well ... I do not think it's a normal treatment ...

in this case.

How long have you sick?

Almost constantly,

one intermiable succession of minor ailments.

This particular, it came a few months ago.

How did manisfest?

Hysteria, hallucinations,

in his person.

Like what?

Mere fantasies of an uncontrolled brain ...

So ... how are they?

Organic matter ... bark ...

- Tree bark? - Yes, sir.

It is interesting.

Definitely his nervous condition,

by hair loss.

- Hair Loss? - Have not you noticed?

Here ...

and here.

I recommend the following,

fresh air, exercise, a healthy environment,

perhaps far from the influence of Mrs. Raskins, most.

She is Scottish by birth, right?

Maybe some time in their homeland your convenience.

I prescribir, iron tonic for her.

- And for you. - No I have mada bad.

For you I prescribir, sharper eyes and ears more.

In my opinion, his wife is not bad,

a little love and attention would not cure.

What are you looking?

Nothing.

What do you think then?

Many great things.

Bailes,

emotions.

And many other things.

Mr. Milais ... hello.

I have not been here for long, okay?

She has to be due to its great success,

by which I warmly congratulate.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

- I am motivated ... - And painting.

Yes, in fact I have been hired recently.

- Well, that's good. - It is.

I am proud to say that I paint our champion.

I have to paint Mr. Raskins.

When Mr. Raskins? Really?

I can not create it, we go to Scotland soon.

Scotland?

- Yes, his wife is from there you know? - Yes, he knew.

- How is she? - Okay ...

I'm not sure, I think we go for the sake of your health.

Scotland?

Ready?

Damn.

Fear not brave companions,

breakfast is in the hands.

- Do not move. - What?

No, no. Mirame.

That light ... is what I want.

I do not will rest in the middle of a Scottish loch.

That angle, accurate, and water ...

and exactly that light.

Excellent, I can put my shoes now?

Yup ...

Really, it's good that you came,

you have no idea.

Maybe you have that thing.

By God,

if it were not for your confidence in me,

I would still be hungry.

- It is essential, Everett. - Thank You.

You will begin to read it to him, and then continue their study.

Mr. McFail, thanks.

Everett.

That happiness is eternal.

Thank You.

Is not as white as expected, but suffice.

- Shall we? - No, first ...

Are they bad news?

Whose?

My poor mother,

He lost his son,

the seventh.

I do not know as you can with that.

I'm sorry.

I need to start lunch.

How is Effy?

I think it is improving,

exercises and the air will feel good.

I mean what if she recovered from the news?

What news?

- The loss of the child. - What child?

The Mrs. Gray, his mother lost her son.

Then he lost another, how many are already five?

- Seven. - Seven, by God.

Effy said nothing?

His mother lost children safe so regularly that she thought it would not affect me.

That's a bit harsh.

Not at all.

She is positively like an animal in its procreation,

so do not know how glad we all survive.

Watch this exquisite bird.

You have to be at your best position to capture that.

What?

He realizes he can open the window, close the curtain,

and look without leaving the bed.

It's like being in a box.

Do you listen to John?

Do we begin early, Everett?

Everett?

Yes, first thing.

I can not keep my fingers refuse to bend.

Come on ... let me help.

I've done two inches of work.

Where is Everett?

Right behind me, fell.

What happened?

I fell off the boat.

Let the mirrtelo.

Do not think I have a broken nose.

- Am I hurting you? - No, I'm fine.

Why do not you think you have a broken nose?

What?

Outside you said you could not have broken the nose.

Oh, really? So silly.

It's just use my face as a model all the time.

It is cheaper to pay someone.

So my nose is very useful.

And you need to smell things.

That too, of course.

Ya ... no more.

The trick is knowing when to stop.

It is exquisite.

No me tientes.

Resentiras your talent ... if you were not so angelic.

Your nose is perfect again.

Please do not remind me of that.

Done.

I am anxious head.

In truth, she wanted to come.

Well ... I'll just be away for a few days.

But you're not eager to leave her alone.

Why? Where are you going?

- I'm not going anywhere. - Then you will not be alone.

Rate this script:3.0 / 1 vote