Stealing Beauty

("Rocket Boy" By Liz Phair Playing)

Didn't see

I had no idea

I never heard it before

And instead, why don't I, yeah

Why don't I

It's not a question of love, yeah

You used to be my favorite toy

But what happened

To my

Rocket boy

Rocket boy

Where are you gonna land

I said don't, don't stop it

Don't, don't stop it

How we all understand

Ciao.

You used to be my pride and joy

Now you're just my rocket

Rocket boy

Rocket boy

Rocket boy

Where are you gonna land

I said don't, don't stop it

Don't, don't stop it

How we all understand

You used to be my pride and joy

Now you're just my rocket

My rocket boy

Thank you.

What are you doing?

What?

I was on the plane with you.

Sh*t.

This is for you.

(A Sample Of "Walk On By"

By Isaac Hayes Playing)

("2 Wicky" By Hoover Playing)

Profit 6

0, 0, 9, 1

This is the flight number

of our galactic sun

Profit 6

0, 0, 9, 1

If always dogged

You should know that you're

not the only one

Who can hurt me

Hello.

Hello.

Is anybody here?

Diana.

Diana?

Mmm.

Hi.

Lucy.

Oh, Lucy.

We were waiting for you to call.

I got a cab.

Come on in.

Ian, wake up! Lucy's here!

I can't get over

how grown-up you look.

I hope so, after 4 years.

Is Christopher here?

Well, he was supposed

to turn up yesterday...

for my birthday,

but he's still floating

somewhere around Turkey...

with his friend Niccolo'.

Niccolo' Donati.

Do you remember him?

Yeah.

Lucy. Welcome.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Hi. How are you?

I remember all of this exactly,

just from one week.

The bees.

You don't bother them,

they won't bother you.

See?

We fixed up the old hay barn.

Only took us 20 years.

When we came here first,

there was nothing--

No water, no electricity.

Cost us every penny we had...

just to buy the place.

So why'd you move here, then?

Work.

There's a great tradition

of art in these hills.

In the room next door,

you've got Alex Parrish,

old friend of ours.

He knew your mother too.

The writer?

Been very sick.

Distressing for everyone.

I hope you're patient,

because... I fumble along a bit.

You'll help?

How?

Let me look at you.

Not all the time, I hope.

You won't even be aware.

So get settled in.

have a swim.

We eat at sunset, but...

come up before.

Is this your slipper?

I suppose so.

Do I know you?

I'm Lucy.

I am Guillaume.

Enchante.

Here for a visit?

Ian's doing my portrait.

It's really just an excuse...

for my father to

send me to Italy...

as a present.

Hey, where is Signor Bruno?

I have a dream to tell him.

Hey, you forgot your slipper.

Oh! Merci, mademoiselle!

I'm going to go for a swim.

Bye.

Merci.

Jesus.

I thought you were drowning.

I was wondering

whether I was going...

to have to haul you out or not.

You're Miranda.

You were here before, weren't you?

Four years ago.

Your brother was here, not you.

Well, I don't really live here,

but we come every year...

for Mummy's birthday

to console her.

Christopher's so distracted,

he couldn't quite find his way...

out of Turkey.

With Niccolo'.

Do you know Niccolo'?

From-- From last time.

You don't smoke by any miracle,

do you?

Not really.

Richard freaks out when I smoke.

When are they coming back?

Who?

Your brother.

Who knows? They said--

Richard!

Hi, babe.

Oh, and this is...

you know, uh, harmon's--

Mummy's friend's daughter.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Oh, my God.

You're Sarah Harmon's daughter.

Your mother was a great poet.

I'm, uh, Richard Reid.

Really, really honored

to meet you.

It's my mother, not me.

Yeah, but she made me

want to be a poet.

I mean, I think it would be great,

you know,just to

sit around all day...

and... express yourself.

Richard, I never knew

you wrote poetry.

Well, honey, I never did.

I don't have a creative bone

in my body.

But I did become an

entertainment lawyer...

so that I could be

around creative people,

Like Miranda.

I design jewelry.

I apprentice with

this real a**hole in New York.

But he's a genius.

Is this yours?

Yes, but that's old sh*t.

You going in?

How is it in there, Lucy?

Quiet as a tomb.

What?

No, I'm losing your voice.

You sound like you're

at the bottom of the sea.

Ah, ah, ah, listen to this.

Who was on the phone?

Miranda?

Who was on the phone?

Christopher.

What did he say?

They're not coming back.

What, never?

Well, I don't know.

They-- They missed

a connection or something.

I couldn't hear.

Those naughty boys.

I bet they're being very naughty.

I'm sure they've gone

beyond naughty by now.

Noemi writes

a lonely hearts column...

called "Tell Noemi."

Ha ha ha!

Has quite a following.

Oh, here it is.

I have a picture

of Mom in this dress.

She said after

she got married,

she was going to be

fat and happy...

and had no more use for it.

Of course,

she never gained an ounce.

Slip it on.

You could wear it to the Donati's party.

They give a lovely one

every summer.

You could be Sarah 20 years ago...

coming to help us

fix up this place.

She helped you fix this place up?

Well, with a lot of hash breaks.

I think it's a little long.

Why don't you get up here,

and I'll pin it.

Your mother needed to risk things.

I admired the recklessness in her.

It was so not me.

I thought it brave.

I couldn't live the way she did.

I'm not the type.

Neither is Ian.

Do you know...

I think we've been faithful

to each other...

for 20 years.

Can you believe that?

Yes.

Most people can't.

(Billie holiday Singing

"I'll Be Seeing You")

I'll be seeing you

In every lovely summer face

Very strange,

that father of hers.

He's never cared about my work.

He hated the portrait

I did of Sarah.

Why does he suddenly

want Lucy to come here?

Maybe it was Lucy

who wanted to come.

Now she's here,

stranded with us old fogies.

Speak for yourself.

I'm sure she'd rather

be out chasing boys...

around on a beach somewhere.

Seemed rather serious to me.

Being chased--

19 is all about boys.

You know, I caught her...

Looking at a picture

of Christopher.

Christopher?

Why not? She's 19.

Not sleepy?

No. Not at all.

have to finish Daisy's dress.

I must switch off all the lights.

I'll try not to wake you up...

when I get in.

Come here.

Good-night kiss?

Another one?

You were 19 once, I suppose,

weren't you?

I suppose I must have been.

Yes?

Excuse me, but you

wouldn't happen to have...

any more of that exotic brand

of cigarette I can smell,

would you?

Hi.

It's not my best play.

I really liked it.

It's the one

they'll remember me for.

I'm not contagious, you know.

I always smoke this way

with other people.

One doctor even

gave me three months.

One said a week or two, depending.

According to the third,

I should be dead as we speak.

I tend to...

think of the first doctor

as being the wisest.

That's terrible.

You're not one

of those moralistic...

young people, are you?

What do you mean?

I mean sex.

Do you disapprove of sex?

No.

Nothing more transporting,

I seem to remember...

except perhaps good grass.

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