Julie Page #4

You despise everyone.

Have I dragged the hotel porter into

bed when he has brought up my bags?

- No, you've had me.

- So what? A guy steeling vintage wine.

What about all the sponsor

goodies you're nicking?

What are you talking about?

- Are you coming to church?

- No. Remember confessing your sins.

Yes... And I will bring

forgiveness to you, too.

For the Saviour suffered and died

on the cross for your sins.

Including your sponsor goodies sins?

- Do you believe in what you're saying?

- Yes.

If only I had your faith.

You can only have such faith

with God's particular grace.

- Not everyone gets that.

- Who gets it?

God doesn't give anyone special

attention. "The last shall be first."

- Then the last get special attention.

- Yes.

But a camel goes through

a needle's eye more easily -

- than a rich person

into God's kingdom.

I'll call master.

- Why did you have to bring that dog?

- Forget the dog.

- Should we be leaving at all?

- No.

- What am I to do?

- Don't you get it? We cannot leave.

If we're not leaving, then...

That's the difference

between you and me.

- What difference is that?

- I'm a man. You're a woman.

I don't dare.

- My father couldn't do it either.

- No, he wanted revenge first.

Do you hate your father?

I love my father.

I hate him, too.

It's his fault that I'm such a freak.

I have all my thoughts from my father.

I have all my feelings from my mother.

I've been training, making money

and making everyone happy.

How can it be my own fault?

Jan speaking.

Yes.

Julie. It's time.

- What did he say?

- He'll be here within an hour.

Talking to him on the phone

makes my hands shake.

If master were here and said:

Cut the throat -

- then I could do it.

Then I could do it.

You know what a hypnotist is, right?

Let's pretend that you're master.

And I'm you.

The hypnotist says to his medium:

Take that broom. The medium takes it.

The hypnotist says: Sweep with it.

The medium sweeps with it.

Aren't you supposed to sleep first?

The room is filled with smoke.

You look like a Weber grill.

You are wearing black clothes

and a high hat.

Your eyes are like two pieces of coal.

Your face is like a white spot.

It's as hot here as in Thailand.

Here's the broom.

Tell me to leave.

- Yes, come on. Tell me to leave.

- No, Julie, I cannot say that.

Tell me to leave.

Tell me to leave.

Leave!

Are you coming?

MISS JULIE:

English text:
Dorte Krogh

SDI Media Denmark

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