Julia Page #6

I don't think you should

continue with Napoleon, Sammy.

Why don't you try the Wright brothers?

Or one... one of them.

Try Orville.

What about marriage?

- What about it?

- Still a virgin? Why don't you

marry my brother Eliot?

- I gotta go, Sammy.

- [Laughs] You're afraid of me.

You still think I want to

get in your bloomers.

God, Lilly, if you married Eliot,

I'd be your brother-in-law...

- and Anne Marie would be your sister-in-law.

- Oy. Oy.

Too late for horror stories, Sammy.

- You drink too much.

- Hey, you're always so tough on Anne Marie.

What did she ever do to you?

She's really warm and passionate.

Ask me. I know. By the way,

she saw your old friend Julia.

- Where?

- In Vienna.

She's turned into a wild socialist...

giving away all her money.

Listen, Sammy. You tell Anne Marie...

that I don't want to hear any attacks

on Julia's belief or on Julia's life.

Not from her or from you.

- Good-bye, Sammy.

- Oh, come on, Lillian! Anne Marie

doesn't hold ill thoughts.

You understand about relationships.

Why, Anne Marie and I were

a battleground all our lives.

And here's something you don't know.

On my graduation day...

my little sister cried like an infant.

She took my arm and kissed me

and gave me a tender touch.

And within minutes...

within minutes, Lillian, it was done.

What I'd wanted to do all those years,

she had the same ideas as I had...

- tucked up inside her someplace.

- Oh, God.

And to this day, of all the girls

I've ever had, my sister was the best.

She was thrilling, Lillian.

And did I ever suspect what she had in mind?

Not for a minute. Don't look at me like that.

She was 16. She was very complicated.

Come on now. You're so slick, so unruffled.

You have no right to turn up your nose.

Your life's no closed book.

No one's scot-free, you know. After all,

the whole world knows about you and Julia.

- What does the whole world know, Sammy?

- Oh.

- What does the world know?

- Oh. [Laughs]

Don't be that way. I'm a sophisticated man.

If anybody understands the sex urge

of the adolescent girl, it's me.

Did you know that in Paris the women

are wearing watches around their legs?

Little garters with timepieces in them.

[Whistle Blows]

[Man On P.A. Speaking Foreign Language]

[Knocking]

Good morning. Just to say good-bye

to you and have a happy trip.

You're across the border now.

Your trunk was removed

by the Germans yesterday.

They kept it. They must be suspicious,

but you're in no danger.

Do not return from Moscow through Germany.

Travel another way.

My best regards to your family.

Take care of yourself. Bye-bye now.

[Performing Hamlet In Russian]

[Russian Continues]

[Heartbeat Thumping]

[Applause]

[Chattering In Russian]

- Good night.

- Good night.

Hellman.

Spasiba.

[Gasps]

[Rustling]

[Man]

Julia has been killed.

Please advise Moore's Funeral Home,

Whitechapel Road, London...

what disposition.

My sorrow for you. My sorrow for all of us.

Signed, John Watson.

And may I say how sorry I am, madam.

These are the documents you will require.

You wish to see her, madam?

There is rather a deep slash on

her face, which was difficult to cover up.

Yes.

This note was left for you.

[Watson's Voice]

It is your right to know...

that the Nazis found her in Frankfurt.

She was in the apartment of a colleague.

We got her to London

in the hope of saving her.

None of us knows what disposition

her family wishes to make.

We could not reach

the grandparents or the mother.

I am sorry that I cannot be there to help you.

It is better that we take our sorrow

for this wonderful woman...

into action and perhaps revenge.

Yours, John Watson,

who speaks here for many others.

[Wind Whipping]

[Young Julia]

I see a gun.

[Young Lillian] I see a gun,

and a handsome soldier's going to shoot it.

[Julia] I see a gun,

and a handsome soldier's going to shoot it...

- but it won't shoot.

- I see a gun...

and a handsome soldier's going

to shoot it, but it won't shoot...

and the brave, handsome soldier

says, "I need another gun."

I see a gun, and a handsome soldier's

going to shoot it, but it won't shoot...

and the soldier says, "I need another gun,"

and someone shouts back...

"Sorry, soldier, that's the last gun!"

- [Both Giggling]

- [Julia's Voice] "That's the last gun.!"

Where can I find, uh, John Watson?

I don't know a John Watson, madam.

Well, you gave me a note.

He wrote me a note.

I picked up the note

when I collected the body, madam.

Where did you collect the body?

The house of a Dr. Chester Lowe...

- 18 Willoughby Road.

- [Raindrops Splattering]

[Clears Throat]

- Yes?

- Dr. Chester Lowe?

There's no Dr. Chester Lowe here.

This is 18 Willoughby Road.

There's no Dr. Lowe. I'm sorry.

Well, perhaps John Watson then.

I'm sorry. You have the wrong address.

- I'm Julia's friend.

- I'm sorry.

- I have a letter from John Watson.

- You have the wrong address!

[Julia's Voice]

She's across the border in Alsace.

She lives with a baker's family.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Door Chimes Ringing]

It's impossible, madame. Alsace

is not a village. It is a big province.

[Children Shouting]

- Hi.

- Uh...

- Do you speak English?

- Yes.

I'm from America.

Uh, do you know any Americans?

Americans?

What is it you want, madam?

Well, I'm a friend of one that you

might know. I'm looking for her baby.

I'm very busy, you see.

If you don't want bread, I can't help you.

- Madam, I'm a friend ofJulia's.

- [Both Speaking In French]

Do you know about a baby named Lilly?

There's no baby here.

There's no baby. Just go and have a look.

There's no baby. I'm sorry.

[Child Shouting]

[Ship Horn Blaring]

- Do you need this anymore?

- Ah, no. That's all right.

Is this all you got?

Hey.

- [Train Idling]

- [Lillian Shouting] Mr. Johann!

[Shouting Continues, Indistinct]

Mr. Johann! Hello!

- Mr. Johann!

- [Screaming]

- [Gasping For Breath]

- Lilly. Lilly.

- It's all right.

- [Gasping Continues]

All right. Go back to sleep.

- Please, ma'am, you'll have to wait outside.

- I will not wait outside.

What's the trouble, Anna?

Raines, do you remember me?

I used to come here

with Julia on weekends.

Remember, when we were just little children?

You remember, her friend, Lillian.

- I'm afraid I don't.

- Of course, you do.

- Please, to step outside, madam.

- I will not please...

to step anywhere until I talk

toJulia's grandparents.

- They're on a cruise, madam. They will

not be returning for eight weeks.

- I don't believe you.

- I will take the information...

- Julia has been murdered!

It's not to be referred to as "information."

I have her ashes, and I want them to tell

me what I'm supposed to do with them.

- If you don't leave, I shall have to call...

- She has a child!

- Don't they care about

their granddaughter's child?

- If you don't leave, madam...

- I shall have to call the police.

- Hello!

[Sobbing]

[Sniffles, Sobs]

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