Her face. Incredibly beautiful with olive skin, black hair and a rich mouth.
FABRIZZIO:
(murmuring) Jesus Christ, take my soul. I'm dying.
Quickly, she turns, and runs away.
MICHAEL stands up never taking his eyes from her. We hold on him for a long while; and eventually hear the SHEPHERDS laughing. Then he turns to them.
FABRIZZIO:
You got hit by the thunderbolt, eh?
CALO pats him on the shoulder.
CALO:
Easy man.
MICHAEL:
What are you talking about?
FABRIZZIO:
You can't hide it when you're hit by the thunderbolt.
EXT DAY:
BARONIAL VILLAGE The little village built attendant to the Baronial Estate, is decked with the flowers the girls had been picking.
MICHAEL, followed by the bodyguards, moves into the central square, and onto the balcony of a little cafe.
The proprietor of the cafe, VITELLI, is a short burly man; he greets them cheerfully, and sets a dish of chickpeas at their table.
FABRIZZIO:
You know all the girls in this town, eh? We saw some beauties coming down the road. One in particular got our friend hit with the Thunderbolt... (he indicates MICHAEL) VITELLI gives a big knowing laugh, and looks at MICHAEL with new interest.
VITELLI:
You had better bring a few bottles home with you, my friend; you'll need help sleeping tonight.
(he laughs)
FABRIZZIO:
This one could seduce the devil. A body! and eyes as big and black as olives.
VITELLI:
(laughing with them...pouring more wine) I know about what you mean!
FABRIZZIO:
This was a beauty. Right, Calo?
VITELLI:
(laughing) Beautiful all over, eh?
FABRIZZIO:
And hair. Black and curly, like a doll. And such a mouth.
VITELLI does not laugh quite so much.
VITELLI:
Yes, we have beautiful girls here... but virtuous.
VITELLI is no longer drinking with them.
MICHAEL:
She wore a red dress, and a red ribbon in her hair. She looks more Greek than Italian. Do you know a beauty like that?
As MICHAEL describes her, VITELLI laughed less and less, until he wears a scowl.
