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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.

Shit.

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 asshole in New York.

But he's a genius.

Is this yours?

Yes, but that's old shit.

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--|1 9 is all about boys.

You know, I caught her...

Looking at a picture|of Christopher.

Christopher?

Why not? She's 1 9.

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 1 9 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.

I wouldn't really know.

I haven't really had it that much.

Grass?

No. Sex.

hmm?

You mean you never|slept with anybody?

No.

A beautiful girl like you?

Well...

do you remember my mother...

having a pair of green sandals?

Sandals?

I think so.|She could have.

She wore wonderful clothes.

Excuse me.

She was the best-dressed poet.

Writing transporting little...

verses in between|fashion shoots and--

Why?

Why have you never|wanted to sleep with anyone?

It's not that I...

haven't wanted|to sleep with anyone.

hmm?

Tell me.

It's not as if I'm going|to know for very long.

There was this one guy|that I really liked.

I met him in the summer|when I was 1 5.

Mm-hmm.

he was the first person|I really kissed...

and, um, we wrote|each other for a while.

There was this|one letter about, um,

him having an animal...

prowling through his heart,

and I memorized the whole thing.

But then after a while,|they just stopped.

And then your mum died,|and everything stopped.

hmm?

It's not because of my mother.

her death has nothing|to do with it.

It's easier to stay alone.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

You can't have decided|that at your age.

I haven't decided.

You're in need of a ravisher.

I'm waiting.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy--

Would you stop saying that?

You're scared.

What is it you're scared of?

There's something else,|isn't there?

I can see.|You seem to be--

Stoned.

I'm going to bed.

Don't forget this.

Thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Well, look who's up and about.

I had a great night.

You met Lucy.

Oh... she's irresistible.

I'm mad about her.

Now, what's that smile about?

What smile?

Now, come on. Tell.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

we just... talked.

What did she tell you?

I have a feeling...

not as much as she|might have done.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no.|You can't keep a secret.

Of course I can.

Really?

What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

Noemi, what would you|tell your readers...

about a man|who dangles a secret...

in front of you?

I wasn't dangling it.

Yes, you were.

No, I was not.

he wants to tell it.

We're going to have...

to find Lucy some friends...

so she doesn't get bored|with all us old people.

Are we that old already?

Good morning.

hi.

Sorry.|My time's all screwed up.

Want some coffee?

Please.

have some bread.

Do you take milk?

Yeah. Oh, hey!|Uh, no, it's fine.

Um, what time is it there?

Do you take sugar?

What about Filippo Castellini|as Lucy's boyfriend?

Okay, Miranda.

Terrible flirt.

What about Harry Fenimore Jones?

Too perverse|for an American girl.

Would you pass the sugar, Noemi?

Ben Cartaclay.|Cartaclay would love Lucy.

Basta!

Thank you.|I feel like a classified ad.

Do you hear that?

Come and see what|we have to put up with.

All right? Yeah.|Talk to you later. Bye-bye.

What is that?

They're building a television mast.

To brainwash the Italian electorate.

You don't like it...

because it messes up your view.

Daisy!

My little Piglet.|how was Camilla's?

Again?

hi, Daisy.

Do you remember Lucy?

You were four|when she was last here.

hi.

hmm. What's that?

It's called a scarab.|It's kind of like a beetle.

It's good luck.

Come.

Okay.

Well, thank you for being...

so fucking helpful.

Miranda, you wouldn't stop.

Me! It wasn't just me!

Oh, she's searching|for something...

with those long hands|she can barely control...

and... curiosity.

A little bit frightened.

It reminds me so much|of me somehow.

You know,|I kissed someone here once.

Did he touch tongues?

Uh-huh.

Miranda likes to kiss boys.

She'll kiss Richard,|and before that,

she kissed Matthew and Johnny...

and Niccolo' and David.

She used to kiss Niccolo'?

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Do you know a man|named Carlo Lisca?

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 fuck Pumpkin.

Oh, I love to fuck|my little Pumpkin.

I love to fuck Pumpkin.

I love to fuck|my little Pumpkin.

Oh, I'm fucking Pumpkin.

Oh, Poop is fucking 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.

Did you ever meet my father?

It's not what you think.

We had only one night together.

That's all.

Only one night?

We were friends.

Lucy?

See you later.

No, no, no, no,|no, no, no, no, no.

I don't think he's the one.

Not for you.

Not for my Lucy in the sky.

Actually, I like him.

You do?

There's something|familiar about him.

My illusion's shattered.

Come.

Let us bring up the rear...

Like Turgenev's poor Rakitin.

Oh, look.

Oh, God.

What?

I can't bear it. It's too unnatural.

Come on.

They're not going to bite you.

Can you imagine Sarah|being a virgin at 1 9?

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 fucked 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! Fuck!

Jesus!

Aw, shit 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 1 0 minutes with him.

Exactly 1 0.|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, shit!

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 shit off the table.

here we go.

I can't piss in that shit 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.