Stealing Beauty Page #3

Come on.

They're not going to bite you.

Can you imagine Sarah

being a virgin at 19?

What about Christopher

as your boyfriend?

Who told you that?

That's what Mommy told Noemi.

Oh, hello.

Christopher!

Crazy Daisy.

Piglet.

Piglet.

Hey.

Here. The Turkish flag.

I remember you. Lucy.

Hi.

Sorry. Did I interrupt you?

This is the last time

I carry your bag.

Hello.

Don't tell me

you've forgotten Lucy.

Lucy Harmon.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Of course, it's you.

Osvaldo.

Yes. I remember her.

Come to dinner tonight.

I'll get Mum to call.

Good.

So I'll see you very, very soon.

("You Won't Fall"

By Lori Carson Playing)

I don't need

the surface of things

To tell me

No, I just know

You can rest easy

Your beauty is clear to me

You won't fall

You won't fall

Dinnertime.

Do you think she's

still angry with me?

Darling, I don't think

she's giving you...

too much thought.

Come on.

When I went to school

In Olympia

It never was the same

It's so you

In Olympia

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

It never was the same

We'd look the same

We'd talk the same

Yeah yeah yeah

We even f***ed the same

When I went to school

In Olympia

Ya ya ya

Don't you please

Make me real

Come on

Make me sick

Come on

Make me real

Ah, Chiarella.

Buonasera.

Chiarella Donati, Monsieur Guillaume.

Buonasera.

But where is Lucy?

So, Lucy harmon,

how long are you staying,

and what do you think of Italy,

and when are you going

to come to our house...

and see how real Italians live...

and change your life forever?

You didn't even recognize me.

Excuse me.

I decided I had

to get rid of it one summer...

before I went back to school.

Darling,

are you speaking of life before me?

I ended up doing it

with the same guy...

my best friend did it with.

He was the local... deflowerer.

Hmm.

God. Please. Ow! F***!

Jesus!

Aw, sh*t on a stick.

Well, that's what pot's all about.

There you go.

I wonder how

we got on this subject.

And there were girls...

queuing up around the block...

to see this guy.

We had 10 minutes with him.

Exactly 10.

No more, no less.

God, Miranda.

I remember that guy.

Oh, he was repulsive.

He was creepy, I must admit.

I don't remember mine at all.

I was completely drunk.

It was in a car.

It was snowing.

I was 11...

tripping with my baby-sitter.

Lucy?

What about falling in love?

None of you even mentioned

falling in love.

There's not love.

There's only proof of love.

And what about you, Osvaldo?

I don't know which

is more ridiculous--

This conversation or

the silly political one...

going on over there.

What about you?

Oh, no, not me.

Not you, what?

Love.

That's not a word that I use.

That's the saddest thing

I've ever heard.

I think I miss a lot

of trouble that way.

I think I've missed a lot of you.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

That's okay. That's okay.

You've been too far away.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey, Lu.

I was just wondering

if maybe, uh...

I could, um, bum a smoke.

I thought you hated smoking.

Ah, yes, well,

don't tell Miranda.

Jesus.

Have to quit someday, I guess.

I have never been down here.

Huh.

Oh, so this is, like...

the view.

I get it.

Ha ha ha.

I have a loft in New York.

Although, I must say,

the bathroom wasn't

completely exposed...

to the entire room.

Ah, what have we here?

You do write, huh?

Sorry.

What do you write about?

Your fantasies?

I mean, you do have

fantasies, right?

Everybody does.

You know,

there's this exercise...

that actors do...

to explore their fantasies...

and to shed their inhibitions.

Have you ever tried that?

Giving up control?

Like what?

Like, get on your knees.

Ha ha ha!

Right. On my knees.

I'll show you.

Okay.

You go first.

Okay.

Now...

on all fours.

You're kidding--

No talking.

Now...

go to the mirror.

Slowly.

Open your mouth.

Tongue out.

And lick.

Good.

And lick.

Good kitty.

Rrr.

Rrr.

Lick.

Now, touch your tongue

to my tongue...

for the ultimate connection.

Um, Lucy, I was just wondering--

Oh, Richard.

Hi, sweetie.

Wh-What's going on?

Uh, well, we were just, uh...

you know.

Wait. Wait.

Miranda!

Quite frankly,

I don't know why

you even bothered coming.

Either you're jogging

your ass off somewhere,

or you've got

your ear glued...

to that bloody phone.

Plus, you reek of aftershave.

What were you two doing in there?

Nothing.

Nothing?

For Christ's sake!

You're in there sniffing

around her like a dog!

I was explaining...

the Lee Strasberg

acting technique.

No. I'm sorry.

What?

I'm so tired

Niccolo'?

Of playin'

Playin' with

his bow and arrow

Gonna keep

my hideaway

Leave it to the other girls

To play

For I've been

a temptress too long

Yes

Give me a reason

To love you

No, um--

Grazie.

I just-a wanna be

A woman

From this time

Unchained

We're all looking at

a different picture

Through this new frame of mind

A thousand flowers could bloom

Move over and give us some room

Yeah

Give me a reason

To love you

Give me a reason

To dream

Ciao, Lucy!

Ow, sh*t!

Did you hurt yourself?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes!

Well...

they'll come and pick me up...

tomorrow morning at dawn.

Well, thank you, anyway.

No!

You can't just go...

and sit at the bottom

of the drive.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Are you in the highway patrol?

No. In the army.

You must try some of our honey.

It's from our own bees.

What's your rank?

Lieutenant.

Here. Have a biscuit.

Well, thank you.

Don't be cross with me.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

We're all going

to a pizzeria for dinner,

if you want to come.

Yeah?

I think I'll pass on that.

What have you done?

It's just a scratch.

That's terrible.

No, wait.

I'll do something about it.

I've got stuff

that's going to do that.

I'm going to clean it up.

Here, put it on my knee.

Come on.

Oh, we have to clean that up.

Alcohol?

You know...

you must not let it get to you.

What?

Us.

We don't mean you any harm.

Gentle.

It's just that up on this hill,

the only thing

we have to talk about...

is each other.

Blow on it, please.

You don't know how much good...

your being here has done me.

Better than all the drugs.

You're my own

personal walking I.V.

Do you know French?

Comme ci comme ca.

You have to allow me

a little frivolity.

English, please.

I'm here for work.

Unfortunately,

not something

I'm permitted to discuss.

Oh, top secret.

Oh, top secret?

Hey! Look!

Ciao!

Oh... hey.

This is Gabriella.

Sit down with us here.

Lieutenant, have some bruschetta.

No, thanks.

Garlic gives me gas.

Oh!

Get the sh*t off the table.

Here we go.

I can't piss in that sh*t pile.

Did I say something wrong?

No, no. he's a very

well-known art dealer.

He's legendary,

but sometimes he has

these little episodes.

Mr. Guillaume is very theatrical.

Up we go.

The angels talking again, Mr. G.?

I think it's time

we took the angels home to bed.

Oh, Gui.

Perhaps I could help?

I think we can manage.

Thanks.

Ah, mon ami, I'm sorry.

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