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,

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