Julie Page #2

- I couldn't eat or drink.

Who was it?

- Who was it?

- It was you.

Was it me?

It was my father who looked after

your private tennis courts.

Was that your father?

He was caretaker at the club

and looked after your courts, too.

- Where did you live?

- In the red houses.

- In the red houses.

- My mom worked at the baker's.

- Do you recall the green Kermit cakes?

- They still have them.

- Where did we meet?

- I was with my father at your house.

I sneaked into the pavilion

to admire the cups.

I heard a sound,

got scared and ran off.

I ran through the raspberry hedge

and across the strawberry bed.

And on the porch I saw you.

I hid in a pile of thistles.

The gardeners had dispersed

cow manure. It was really smelly.

Then I saw you walking around.

I thought why...

why can't I just say hello?

- Do all poor people think like that?

- Of course they do.

- It must be awful being poor.

- It's beyond your comprehension.

You've always been loaded.

A dog is allowed

on the manager's couch.

A horse is patted by the princess.

But a caretaker...

There, there.

Sometimes a person makes his way up,

but how often does that happen?

There, there.

Suddenly I panicked and ran.

- I stumbled and landed in the pool.

- Was that you?

When I got home, I crept inside

a storage bench and wanted to die.

I wet my pants. The pee went on

the floor, so my father discovered me.

- He was so mad.

- So you didn't die in the end.

I had found out that you were going

to a confirmation at the church.

It was my friend's confirmation.

My mum didn't want me to get confirmed.

I was in the chancel looking at you.

I don't know what you signified to me.

You were a symbol.

You reminded me

of how difficult it is to break free.

You tell a good story.

- I have overheard many conversations.

- Are you spying?

Once I also overheard you

talking to a friend on the porch.

- What did you hear?

- Two men in a portacabin...

- It's all talk and no action.

- Do you want me to believe that?

Peter was a jerk.

- They always say that.

- Always?

- Why did you go for him?

- What do you mean?

- This fianc of yours.

- I don't want to hear any more.

- We should be going to bed anyway.

- No, we're going swimming.

It's a bad idea.

I'm going to be with Kristine.

- Are you afraid?

- I'll get sacked with no references.

- I also have to think of Kristine.

- So now it's Kristine?

I think of you, too.

Do as I say. Go to bed.

- Must I obey?

- Yes, for your own sake. Go on, do it.

People love me.

Nobody wants to hurt me.

No, Julie, they don't love you.

They love your story.

If you keep surprising them. One

wrong step, and they'll spit at you.

You're exaggerating.

Come.

Have you got the keys?

- What if he tells on us?

- Then I'll shoot him.

- Do you promise?

- I swear.

- You don't have a gun.

- Yes, I do.

Show it to me.

You're lying. You don't have a gun.

What do we do now?

Go far away.

- Phi Phi Island.

- Where's that?

- Thailand.

- Is the weather nice?

- It's warm all year round.

- What will we do in Thailand?

- Start a tennis resort, of course.

- A hotel?

Yes, we'll make lots of money.

- What about me?

- You'll be the boss, a big success.

- What will I be doing?

- Teaching.

- What will you be doing?

- Signing the bills.

We'll get the first plane

to Thailand.

- Say you love me.

- I love you.

We have to move fast now.

- We're together now, aren't we?

- In this place we'll always be apart.

Before we have left,

I cannot give myself to you.

In Thailand only money counts.

I'll be the manager.

You'll be the manager's wife.

That's exactly what I don't want to be.

Say you love me.

I'll say I love you. But not now.

We cannot show our feelings.

- Are you that cold?

- I'm so hot, but I can control myself.

- You kissed my shoe.

- That was then.

- We have other concerns now.

- Don't talk to me like that.

Have you got any money?

I have professional knowledge,

experience and language skills.

- That won't buy you a ticket.

- I know. I need a business relation.

- Where do you find that?

- You'll find one. Then we're partners.

I own nothing.

My father handles all the money.

My prize money runs this circus.

- It pays your salary.

- That makes it easy. We'll stay here.

Do you think that I can

look my father in the eyes?

What have you made me do?

You should stop giving yourself to men.

- Do you know what love is?

- I think I've been there.

Why do you say it like that?

I need a drink. Stay here.

It's my father's burgundy.

Is it too good for the son-in-law?

- You're a thief, a little hotel rat.

- Are you going to tell?

- You're making me a handler.

- Ouch, better watch out.

I think I'm the most miserable

woman in the world.

Why are you miserable?

You've just pulled a wonderful man.

- And so what?

- Kristine has feelings, too.

An employee is an employee.

And a whore is a whore.

When I was lying in the manure

and saw you in that fine dress...

...I got really horny.

So horny you would die for me?

It's just something I made up.

- Was it a lie?

- I read it in a newspaper.

Are you really like this?

- I were to be the first tree branch?

- Yes, but sadly the branch was rotten.

- I were to be the hotel sign?

- And I the hotel.

- Get your customers? Forge your bills?

- I can handle that myself.

- You've got a dirty mind.

- Then cleanse it, would you?

- Stand straight when you're talking.

- Whore. Get lost!

Are you calling me crude? Nobody

behaves as crudely as you just did.

Kristine doesn't give herself to men.

Hit me. Hit me.

Would I have started anything

if you hadn't made a pass at me?

I'm shocked that you made a pass at me.

- And proud.

- In a way.

Though victory was so easy,

it's difficult feeling intoxicated.

Do you know what I see now?

All the things that dazzled me

in my childhood are fake.

- As if you're worth more than me.

- I am.

I can make everyone a star.

You can merely fade as a star.

But I'm born into the upper class,

which you'll never be.

- You don't love me.

- Are you sure?

Do you think you could ever

love me for real?

I could fall in love with you.

You're so beautiful.

You're so delicate, crude, lovely

and sweet... if you can be asked.

- You can't win me like that.

- Then how?

I don't know. I just know

that I hate you the way I hate rats.

Go away with me.

- I'm so tired.

- We're going away together. Now.

We need to talk first. Get the wine.

Get the wine.

What do you want to talk about?

My mother was a model.

She was very beautiful.

My father met her at a party

and fell for her. And proposed.

He could be her lover, she said,

but he wanted her.

Then they were married. And had me.

I was to wear boys clothes.

My mother didn't want to make

a difference between the sexes.

The only ting my father ever decided

was for me to play tennis.

My mother had turned our fancy villa

into a hippie commune.

She had turned the park

into a biodynamic vegetable garden.

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