Stealing Beauty Page #4

Yes. He lives near Caorle.

Why do you know him?

Mama used to get letters from him.

What's he like?

He's a very good

war correspondent...

but I think...

seeing so much death

and blood and...

horror has made him

a little peculiar.

Well, I'll ask him over.

You can meet him.

Do you remember her

being in love...

with a man here?

You mean Carlo?

I don't know.

There was...

this thing that she wrote about.

Really?

What did she write?

Lucy, I think the time has come.

Off you go.

He's gone to the studio.

You know,

he hasn't worked at night...

for years.

But there's a virgin

in the house.

It's cool in here.

My father never came here.

No.

I never met him.

He's small.

I'm five inches taller.

Really?

Maybe if you could

concentrate on...

on that horse's leg,

for instance.

Might help you to keep still.

Oh, but I see how

you're different...

from your mother.

You have a sort

of joy in your eyes.

H-h-have you ever

eaten olive leaves?

No.

Olive leaves are inedible.

Disgusting.

Why'd you ask me that?

Just asking.

I can feel the night behind me.

You see why we love it here.

There's one thing I miss, though--

the Grave diggers.

The best pub in Dublin.

I think we've done

enough for tonight.

You've been very patient.

Good night.

I love to f*** Pumpkin.

Oh, I love to f***

my little Pumpkin.

I love to f*** Pumpkin.

I love to f***

my little Pumpkin.

Oh, I'm f***ing Pumpkin.

Oh, Poop is f***ing Pumpkin.

I'm your daddy, baby.

That's good, baby.

Oh, yeah!

You like it, baby?

Yes!

Tell me you like it. Oh!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

No! No! No! No! No! No!

Yes! No! No!

No! Shh! Shh!

Where does he go?

Shh! Don't wake him.

You must never

disturb sleepwalkers.

Ha ha ha!

Here comes the Marquis de Saab.

Noemi. Michele.

Carlo!

Carlo Lisca, Monsieur Guillaume.

Come on and play! Come on!

Is that Sarah's daughter?

Mmm. Lucy.

Aah!

Richard, sweetheart,

we're going to go have a swim.

All right.

Just a second, babe.

Hey!

You get back here!

Whoo-hoo! Ya-hoo!

Ha ha ha!

You get back here, young lady!

Aah!

I'm right here.

Richard, are you coming or not?

Stop it!

You Carlo?

Yes.

My mother used to mark

a star on her calendar...

every time she got

a letter from you.

I was very fond of your mother.

We had many jokes together.

She appeared the delicate woman,

but she loved to act vulgar.

That's not what I remember.

I remember her...

sitting awake all night

in the dark...

smoking cigarettes...

and listening to jazz records.

Everyone has dark moods.

Do you?

Only when I am away from war.

Around war,

I am as light as a souffle.

You ever killed a viper?

Of course.

I grew up in the country.

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