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"
[she sits on the bed as the Beast walks around to the other side of the room]
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...
[he pauses]
Beast:
Plague.
[flashback to a plague doctor closing his medicine case. Belle's mother lays sick on the bed behind him]
Plague Doctor:
We have to leave. Now.
Belle's Mother:
[to Young Maurice]
Go, before it takes her too.
[he picks up a crying infant Belle as her mother kisses the rose he left behind. Back to present, Belle clutching her crib]
Beast:
I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.
Belle:
[whispers]
Let's go home.
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