Beauty and the Beast - Memories of Childhood and Loss
Belle: [singing]
This is the Paris of my childhood/These were the borders of my life/In this crumbling, dusty attic/Where an artist loved his wife/Easy to remember/Harder to move on/Knowing the Paris of my childhood/Is gone
Beast:
What happened to your mother?
Belle:
It was the one story Papa could never bring himself to tell me. I knew better than to ask.
Beast: [he looks to the chair and gasps softly]
A doctor's mask...
Beast:
Plague.
Plague Doctor:
We have to leave. Now.
Belle's Mother: [to a young Maurice]
Go, before it takes her too.
Beast:
I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.
Belle: [whispers]
Let's go home.
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