BELARUS ECONOMY 2 page

BEAST: You wanna, you wanna stay in the tower?

BELLE: No.

BEAST: Then follow me.

(BEAST leads BELLE to her room. As they proceed, BELLE begins to lag behind.

She looks at the hideous sculptures on the walls and the light casting shadows

on them. Frightened, she gasps and runs to catch up with BEAST, who is carrying

LUMIERE as a light source. BEAST looks back at BELLE, and sees a tear form at

the corner of her eye.)

LUMIERE: Say something to her.

BEAST: Hmm? Oh. (To BELLE) I...um...hope you like it here. (He looks

at LUMIERE for approval. He motions BEAST to continue.) The

castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except

the West Wing.

BELLE: (looking intrigued) What's in the West Wing?

BEAST: (stopping angrily) It's forbidden!

(BEAST continues, and BELLE reluctantly follows. Cut to int. of BELLE's room,

dark. The door opens and light spills in.)

BEAST: (Tenderly) Now, if there's anything you need, my servants will

attend you.

LUMIERE: (whispering in his ear) Dinner--invite her to dinner.

BEAST: (Growing angry) You...will join me for dinner. That's not a

request!

(BEAST leaves, slamming the door behind him. BELLE, terrified, runs over to the

bed and flings herself onto it, finally breaking down and crying. Fade to

tavern in the town.)

GASTON: Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong

man. No one says 'no' to Gaston!

LEFOU: Darn right!

GASTON: Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. Why, it's more than I

can bear. (turns chair away)

LEFOU: (Runs in front of him) More beer?

GASTON: (Turns chair away again) What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.

LEFOU: Who, you? Never. Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston

Looking so down in the dumps

Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston (cheering from the

gallery)

Even when taking your lumps

There's no man in town as admired as you

You're everyone's favorite guy

Everyone's awed and inspired by you (LEFOU turns chair back to

forward)

And it's not very hard to see why!

No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston

No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston

For there's no man in town half as manly

Perfect, a pure paragon!

You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley

And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on!

(LEFOU has pulled a man's belt off, whose pants fall to the ground. LEFOU jumps

up and wraps the belt around GASTON's neck, who flexes and breaks it off. LEFOU

continues to dance around. OLD CRONIES pick him up and swing him around.)

OLD CRONIES: No one's been like Gaston, a king-pin like Gaston

LEFOU: No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston

GASTON: As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!

OLD CRONIES: My, what a guy that Gaston!

(OLD CRONIES swing LEFOU back and forth into the camera. LEFOU tickles GASTON's

chin, who stands with pride)

OLD CRONIES: Give five hurrahs, give twelve hip-hips

LEFOU: Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips!

(LEFOU swings up his arm in dance and throws a mug of beer in GASTON's face, who

socks LEFOU in the face)

ALL: No one fights like Gaston, no one bites like Gaston

WRESTLER: In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston

BIMBETTES: For there's no one as burly and brawny

GASTON: As you see I've got biceps to spare

LEFOU: Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny

GASTON: That's right! And every last bit of me's covered with hair!

(GASTON fights with the men, then lifts a bench with the BIMBETTES on it. He

drops the bench on LEFOU, then turns to the camera and reveals his hairy chest.)

OLD CRONIES: No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston

LEFOU: In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston!

GASTON: I'm especially good at expectorating! Ptooey!

ALL: Ten points for Gaston!

(GASTON plays a chess game with a man, then hits the board, sending it and

pieces all over. He takes a bite of leather from the belt once wrapped around

his neck, chews it and spits it into a spittoon, which falls and gets stuck on

the head of LEFOU.)

GASTON: When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large!

And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge!

(GASTON juggles a number of eggs, then swallows them whole. LEFOU attempts the

trick, and is hit in the face by three eggs.)

ALL: No one shoots like Gaston, makes those beauts like Gaston

LEFOU: Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston

GASTON: I use antlers in all of my decorating!

(GASTON takes three shots at a beer barrel, which begins leaking into the mugs

of onlookers. He returns stomping to his chair, where we see the fireplace

surrounded by the heads of the animals he has killed. The mystery cut of music

is here! Cut to ending of "Gaston Reprise")

ALL: My what a guy! Gaston!!!!!!!

(The OLD CRONIES have picked up the chair and carry GASTON around in it. LEFOU

tries to flee, but they toss the chair into its normal place, and LEFOU is

pinned underneath. MAURICE bursts in frantically)

MAURICE: Help! Someone help me!

OLD MAN: Maurice?

MAURICE: Please! Please, I need your help! He's got her. He's got her

locked in the dungeon.

LEFOU: Who?

MAURICE: Belle. We must go. Not a minute to lose!

GASTON: Whoa! Slow down, Maurice. Who's got Belle locked in a dungeon?

MAURICE: A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!

(MAURICE has gone from person to person, pleading his case, until he is thrown

at the feet of GASTON. A moment of silence, then the OLD CRONIES begin to laugh

and mock him.)

CRONY 1: Is it a big beast?

MAURICE: Huge!

CRONY 2: With a long, ugly snout?

MAURICE: Hideously ugly!

CRONY 3: And sharp, cruel fangs?

MAURICE: Yes, yes. Will you help me?

GASTON: All right, old man. We'll help you out.

MAURICE: You will? Oh thank you, thank you!

(The OLD CRONIES pick up MAURICE and help him out by throwing him through the

door.)

CRONY 1: Crazy old Maurice. He's always good for a laugh!

GASTON: (Very pensive) Crazy old Maurice, hmm? Crazy old Maurice. Hmmm?

Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking.

(LEFOU is still under the chair.)

LEFOU: A dangerous pastime--

GASTON: (finishing line) I know,

But that wacky old coot is Belle's father

And his sanity's only so-so

Now the wheels in my head have been turning

Since I looked at that loony old man

See I promised myself I'd be married to Belle,

And right now I'm evolving a plan!

(GASTON picks LEFOU out from under the chair and holds his head close, and

whispers)

GASTON: If I...(whisper)

LEFOU: Yes?

GASTON: Then I...(whisper)

LEFOU: No, would she?

GASTON: (whispering)...GUESS!

LEFOU: Now I get it!

BOTH: Let's go!

(They begin a waltz around the floor as they sing)

BOTH: No one plots like Gaston, takes cheap shots like Gaston

LEFOU: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston

ALL: So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating!

My what a guy, Gaston!!!

(Camera zooms out through window to snow covered square, empty except for

MAURICE)

MAURICE: (to no one in particular) Will no one help me?

(Fade back to the bedroom of the castle where BELLE is still crying. There is a

'clink clink clink' at the door. She gets up and walks over to open the door.

MRS. POTTS enters with CHIP and their entourage.)

BELLE: Who is it?

MRS. POTTS: (from outside the door) Mrs. Potts, dear. (Door opens.) I

thought you might like a spot of tea.

BELLE: (amazed at the fact that she is listening to a walking tea set)

But you...ah...but...I--

(BELLE bumps into the WARDROBE)

WARDROBE: Oof. Careful!

BELLE: (sits on bed) This is impossible--

WARDROBE: (leans 'shoulder' on bed, popping other end and BELLE into the

air) I know it is, but here we are!

CHIP: (as sugar and cream are being poured into him) Told ya she was

pretty, mama, didn't I?

MRS. POTTS: All right, now, Chip. That'll do. (CHIP hops over to

BELLE, who is sitting on the floor) Slowly, now. Don't spill!

BELLE: Thank you. (She picks up CHIP, and is about to take a sip of

tea.)

CHIP: (To BELLE) Wanna see me do a trick? (CHIP takes a big breath,

then puffs out his cheeks and blows bubbles out the top of the

cup.)

MRS. POTTS: (admonishingly) Chip!

CHIP: (looking guilty) Oops. Sorry.

MRS. POTTS: (To BELLE) That was a very brave thing you did, my dear.

WARDROBE: We all think so.

BELLE: But I've lost my father, my dreams, everything.

MRS. POTTS: Cheer up, child. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll

see. (She looks up, startled.) Oops! Look at me, jabbering on,

when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!

CHIP: (hopping away) Bye!

(BELLE stands and the WARDROBE approaches her.)

WARDROBE: Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what

I've got in my drawers. (The doors fly open and moths flutter

out. She slams them shut.) Oh! How embarrassing. Here we are.

(One door opens, the other serves as an arm. It pulls out a pink

dress.) Ah! There, you'll look ravishing in this one! (Something

to think about: We never hear of a King or Queen or parents, so

what is a Prince living on his own doing with a wardrobe full of

women's clothing? Maybe he wants to be a lumberjack!)

BELLE: That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.

WARDROBE: Oh, but you must!

(COGSWORTH waddles in)

COGSWORTH: Ahem, ahem, ahem. Dinner...is served.

(Cut to BEAST pacing back and forth in front of fire, with MRS. POTTS and

LUMIERE looking on.)

BEAST: What's taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn't she

here yet?!?

MRS. POTTS: Oh, try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and

her freedom all in one day.

LUMIERE: Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be

the one to break the spell?

BEAST: (angrily) Of course I have. I'm not a fool.

LUMIERE: Good. You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you,

and--Poof!--the spell is broken! We'll be human again by

midnight! (That sounds like a good title for a song-- "Human

Again")

MRS. POTTS: Oh, it's not that easy, Lumiere. These things take time.

LUMIERE: But the rose has already begun to wilt.

BEAST: It's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm so...well, look at me!

(LUMIERE shrugs his shoulders and looks at MRS. POTTS.)

MRS. POTTS: Oh, you must help her to see past all that.

BEAST: I don't know how.

MRS. POTTS: Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable.

Straighten up, try to act like a gentleman.

(BEAST sits up, then straightens his face very formally)

LUMIERE: (adding in) Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing,

debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile. (BEAST bears his

ragged fangs in a scary, and yet funny grin.)

MRS. POTTS: But don't frighten the poor girl.

LUMIERE: Impress her with your rapier wit.

MRS. POTTS: But be gentle.

LUMIERE: Shower her with compliments.

MRS. POTTS: But be sincere

LUMIERE: And above all...

BOTH: You must control your temper!

(The door creaks open. BEAST wipes the silly face off, and looks to the door

expectantly.)

LUMIERE: Here she is!

(COGSWORTH enters.)

COGSWORTH: Uh, good evening.

(BEAST goes from expectant to mad.)

BEAST: (growling) Well, where is she?

COGSWORTH: (buying time) Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well,

actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being

what they are, ah... she's not coming.

(Cut to ext of den with door slightly ajar)

BEAST: WHAT!!!!!!!

(Door bangs open and BEAST comes running out, with OBJECTS giving chase)

COGSWORTH: Your grace! Your eminence! Let's not be hasty!

(Cut to ext of BELLE's room. BEAST runs up to it and bangs on the door.)

BEAST: (Yelling) I thought I told you to come down to dinner!

BELLE: (From behind the door) I'm not hungry.

BEAST: You'll come out or I'll...I'll break down the door!

LUMIERE: (interrupting) Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the

best way to win the girl's affections.

COGSWORTH: (pleading) Please! Attempt to be a gentleman.

BEAST: (growing angrier) But she is being so...difficult!

MRS. POTTS: Gently, gently.

BEAST: (very dejected) Will you come down to dinner?

BELLE: No!

(BEAST looks at the OBJECTS, very frustrated.)

COGSWORTH: Suave. Genteel.

BEAST: (Trying to act formal, bowing at the door) It would give me great

pleasure if you would join me for dinner.

COGSWORTH: Ahem, ahem, we say 'please.'

BEAST: (once again dejected) ...please.

BELLE: (Mad at BEAST) No, thank you.

BEAST: (furious) You can't stay in there forever!

BELLE: (provokingly) Yes I can!

BEAST: Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!!!! (To OBJECTS) If she doesn't

eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all!

(BEAST runs back down the hall, slamming a door and causing a piece of the

ceiling to fall on LUMIERE.)

MRS. POTTS: That didn't go very well at all, did it.

COGSWORTH: Lumiere, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there

is the slightest change.

LUMIERE: (Taking guard position next to door) You can count on me, mon

capitan.

COGSWORTH: Well, I guess we better go downstairs and start cleaning up.

(Cut to int of BEAST's lair. BEAST enters, knocking over and destroying things

in his path.)

BEAST: I ask nicely, but she refuses. What a...what does she want me to

do--beg? (Picking up the MAGIC MIRROR) Show me the girl.

(The MAGIC MIRROR shines, then glows green and reveals BELLE in her bedroom,

talking to the WARDROBE)

WARDROBE: (in mirror pleading) Why the master's not so bad once you get to

know him. Why don't you give him a chance?

BELLE: (still disturbed by the attack) I don't want to get to know him.

I don't want to have anything to do with him!

BEAST: (setting down MAGIC MIRROR, speaking tenderly) I'm just fooling

myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. (Another

petal falls off the rose.) It's hopeless.

(BEAST puts his head in his hands as in a depressed state. Fade out/Fade in to

ext of BELLE's room. Door creaks open. BELLE silently emerges. We see her feet

go by as three bright spots shine through a curtain at floor level. Behind it

are LUMIERE and FEATHERDUSTER.)

FEATHERDUSTER:

Oh, no!

LUMIERE: Oh, yes!

FEATHERDUSTER:

Oh, no!

LUMIERE: Oh, yes, yes, yes!

FEATHERDUSTER:

I've been burnt by you before!

(LUMIERE and FEATHERDUSTER have emerged and LUMIERE takes her in his arms.

Suddenly he looks up and sees BELLE walking down the hall. He drops

FEATHERDUSTER.)

FEATHERDUSTER:

Oof!

LUMIERE: Zut alors! She has emerged!

(Cut to kitchen, where we find COGSWORTH,MRS. POTTS,CHIP and the STOVE.)

MRS. POTTS: Come on, Chip. Into the cupboard with your brothers and

sisters. (helping him in)

CHIP: But I'm not sleepy.

MRS. POTTS: Yes you are.

CHIP: No, I'm...not. (He falls asleep and MRS. POTTS shuts the cupboard

door.)

(A banging of pots and pans comes from the STOVE.)

STOVE: I work and I slave all day, and for what? A culinary masterpiece

gone to waste.

MRS. POTTS: Oh, stop your grousing. It's been a long night for all of us.

COGSWORTH: Well, if you ask me, she was just being stubborn. After all,

the master did say 'please.'

MRS. POTTS: But if the master doesn't learn to control that temper, he'll

never break the--

(BELLE enters, and COGSWORTH cuts off MRS. POTTS before she can say 'spell.')

COGSWORTH: (interrupting) Splendid to see you out and about, mademoiselle.

(LUMIERE comes running in.) I am Cogsworth, head of the

household. (He leans over to kiss her hand, but LUMIERE butts

in front of him.) This is Lumiere.

LUMIERE: En chante, cherie.

COGSWORTH: (trying to talk around LUMIERE who is still kissing BELLE's

hand) If there's anything...stop that...that we can...please

(finally shoving him out of the way)...to make your stay more

comfortable. (LUMIERE burns the hand of COGSWORTH) Ow!!!!

BELLE: I am a little hungry.

MRS. POTTS: (excited, to the other tea pots) You are? Hear that? She's

hungry. Stoke the fire, break out the silver, wake the china.

(The fire on the STOVE roars to life, and drawers open to reveal silverware

standing at attention.)

COGSWORTH: (secretively) Remember what the master said.

MRS. POTTS: Oh, pish tosh. I'm not going to let the poor child go hungry.

COGSWORTH: (thinking he is giving in to the ultimate demand) Oh, all

right. Glass of water, crust of bread, and then--

LUMIERE: Cogsworth, I am surprised at you. She's not our prisoner. She's

our guest. We must make her feel welcome here. (to BELLE)

Right this way, mademoiselle.

COGSWORTH: Well keep it down. If the master finds out about this, it will

be our necks!

LUMIERE: Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little music?

(LUMIERE has started out the swinging door. He lets it close, and the door hits

COGSWORTH and sends him across the room to land in a pan filled with (what looks

like) pancake batter. He screams his line as he is in flight.)

COGSWORTH: MUSIC!?!

(Cut to dining room, where BELLE is seated at the end of a long table. LUMIERE

is on the table and a spotlight shines on him.)

LUMIERE: Ma chere, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pleasure and

greatest pride that I welcome you tonight. And now, we invite

you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly

presents...your dinner.

Be our guest, be our guest

Put our service to the test,

tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie

and we provide the rest!

(The CHAIR has wrapped a napkin around the neck of BELLE, who takes it off and

places it on her lap. The CHAIR's arms put it's hands on it's 'waist' as if it

were mad.

Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres

Why we only live to serve

Try the grey stuff, it's delicious

Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!

(LUMIERE offers BELLE a plate of hors d'oeuvres. She dips her finger in one,

and tastes it.)

They can sing, they can dance

After all, miss, this is France!

And a dinner here is never second best!

Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you'll

Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

(A cabinet at the end of the table opens to reveal a large CHINA collection,

which rolls out and begins to perform. LUMIERE hands BELLE a menu, which she

begins to read.)

Beef ragout, cheese souffle,

Pie and pudding en flambe!

We'll prepare and serve with flair

A culinary cabaret!

(Plates of food go dancing by, with COGSWORTH in the pudding. LUMIERE sets his

torch to it, and it explodes, turning COGSWORTH's face black with soot.)

You're alone and you're scared,

But the banquet's all prepared!

No one's gloomy or complaining,

While the flatware's entertaining!

(The FLATWARE enters a 'Busby Berlkley-esque' swimming scene.)

We tell jokes, I do tricks

With my fellow candlesticks

(LUMIERE, standing on a plate, is elevated and begins to juggle his candles.

MUGS enter the shot.)

MUGS: And it's all in perfect taste

That you can bet!!!

(The MUGS begin a gymnastics routine, hopping over one another and passing a

beverage from one to the next)

ALL: Come on and lift your glass,

You've won your own free pass

To be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

LUMIERE: If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest!

ALL: Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

(ALL leave except COGSWORTH, who looks scared, then begins to inch away. LUMIERE

enters and holds him there.)

LUMIERE: Life is so unnerving,

For a servant who's not serving!

He's not whole without a soul to wait upon

COGSWORTH: Get off!

LUMIERE: Ah, those good old days when we were useful

Suddenly, those good old days are gone.

(LUMIERE sings as if he were reminiscing. Snow begins to fall. COGSWORTH looks

up and sees the salt and pepper shakers doing their thing.)

LUMIERE: Ten years we've been rusting

Needing so much more than dusting

Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!

(LUMIERE dusts the salt of the head of COGSWORTH, who tries to escape. He trips

and falls into the gelatin mold.)

Most days just lay around the castle,

Flabby fat and lazy

You walked in, and oops-a-daisie!

(LUMIERE jumps on a spoon in the gelatin, which catapults COGSWORTH out of the

mold. Cut to kitchen, where MRS. POTTS is surrounded by soap bubbles.)

MRS. POTTS: It's a guest, it's a guest!

Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed!

Wine's been poured and thank the Lord

I've had the napkins freshly pressed!

(MRS. POTTS continues to dance around the kitchen)

With dessert, she'll want tea,

And my dear, that's fine with me!

While the cups do their soft shoeing,

I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing!

I'll get warm, piping hot

Heaven's sake, is that a spot?

Clean it up, we want the company impressed!

We've got a lot to do--

Is it one lump or two?

For you our guest!

(MRS. POTTS is cleaned off by a napkin. She hops onto the tea cart and rolls

into the dining room, where she offers tea to BELLE.)

ALL: She's our guest!

MRS. POTTS: She's our guest!

ALL: She's our guest!

Be our guest! Be our guest!

Our command is your request!

It's ten years since we had anybody here

And we're obsessed!

With your meal, with your ease,

Yes indeed, we aim to please

While the candlelight's still glowing

Let us help you, we'll keep going--

(The CHINA and CANDLESTICKS perform an elaborately choreographed dance sequence,

ending in a c.u. of LUMIERE.)

ALL (esp. LUMIERE):

Course, by course

One by one

'Til you shout "Enough, I'm done!"

Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest

Tonight you'll prop your feet up,

But for let's eat up

Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please Be our guest!!

(A fantastic ending comes of the song, with SILVERWARE flying through the air,

PLATES and FEATHERDUSTERS dancing, and COGSWORTH the focus of attention, until

LUMIERE comes sliding in and sends him flying out of camera range.)

BELLE: Bravo! That was wonderful!

COGSWORTH: Thank you, thank you, mademoiselle. Yes, good show, wasn't it

everyone. (Looking at his own face) Oh, my goodness, will you

look at the time. Now, it's off to bed, off to bed!

(LUMIERE comes up next to COGSWORTH.)

BELLE: Oh, I couldn't possibly go to bed now. It's my first time in

an enchanted castle.

COGSWORTH: Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?

(He tries to cover it up, just as a fork runs past. To LUMIERE)

It was you, wasn't it!

BELLE: I, um, figured it out for myself. (COGSWORTH and LUMIERE have been

fighting. They both look at her, then stop. COGSWORTH dusts

himself off, and LUMIERE fixes his wax nose.) I'd like to look

around, if that's all right.

LUMIERE: (excited) Oh! Would you like a tour?

COGSWORTH: Wait a second, wait a second. I'm not sure that's such a good

idea. (Confidentially, to LUMIERE) We can't let her go poking

around in certain places, if you know what I mean.

BELLE: (Poking COGSWORTH in the belly (like the Pillsbury doughboy))

Perhaps you could take me. I'm sure you know everything there

is to know about the castle.

COGSWORTH: (flattered) Well, actually, ah yes, I do!

(Fade to COGSWORTH, LUMIERE, and BELLE walking down a hall with FOOTSTOOL.

COGSWORTH is lecturing.)

COGSWORTH: As you can see, the pseudo facade was stripped away to reveal a

minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inverted vaulted

ceilings. This is yet another example of the neo-classic baroque

period, and as I always say, if it's not baroque, don't fix it!

Ha ha ha. Now then, where was I? (He turns to find the heads of

the SUITS OF ARMOR have turned to follow BELLE.) As you were!

(They all snap back to face forward.) Now, if I may draw your

attention to the flying buttresses above the--mademoiselle?

(COGSWORTH turns back to the group and is one girl short. He sees her beginning

to climb the grand staircase. He and LUMIERE run up to her and jump in front of

her, blocking her progress upstairs.)

BELLE: What's up there?

COGSWORTH: Where? Up there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing of interest at all

in the West Wing. Dusty, dull, very boring.

(LUMIERE has been shaking his head, but COGSWORTH nudges him and he nods in

agreement.)

BELLE: Oh, so that's the West Wing.

LUMIERE: (To COGSWORTH) Nice going!

BELLE: I wonder what he's hiding up there.

LUMIERE: Hiding? The master is hiding nothing!

BELLE: Then it wouldn't be forbidden.

(She steps over them, but they dash up and block her again.)

COGSWORTH: Perhaps mademoiselle would like to see something else. We have

exquisite tapestries dating all the way back to...

BELLE: (again stepping over them) Maybe later.

LUMIERE: (with COGSWORTH, again dashing and blocking) The gardens, or the

library perhaps?

BELLE: (Now, with incredible interest) You have a library?

COGSWORTH: (Thrilled that he has found something to interest her) Oh yes!

Indeed!

LUMIERE: With books!

COGSWORTH: Gads of books!

LUMIERE: Mountains of books!

COGSWORTH: Forests of books!

LUMIERE: Cascades...

COGSWORTH: ...of books!

LUMIERE: Swamps of books!

COGSWORTH: More books than you'll ever be able to read in a lifetime!

Books on every subject ever studied, by every author who ever

set pen to paper...

(LUMIERE and COGSWORTH begin marching off, and BELLE begins to follow, but her

curiosity overtakes her, and she turns back to the West Wing. Her excitement

begins to dwindle, though, when she enters the hallway leading to BEAST's lair.

As she walks down the hall, she stops to look in a mirror that has been

shattered into several pieces, each one reflecting her concerned look. She

reaches the end of the hall and finds a closed door with gargoyle handles. She

takes a deep breath, then reaches out and opens the door. Cut to int of lair,

where BELLE begins to explore. She is truly shocked by everything she sees.

She wanders around, looking, and knocks over a table, but she catches it before

it crashes to the floor. She then turns her head and sees a shredded picture on

the wall. We can only see part of a portrait. It is the same portrait that was

shredded in the opening. BELLE reaches out and lifts the shreds of the picture

to reveal the prince. We never see this, however, for then she turns her head

Date: 2014-12-29; view: 726