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.

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