Liliom Page #6

Liliom, don't get upset.

Pure fiction, all of it!

We can see through you

like through a piece of glass.

Continue with Liliom's thoughts.

Liliom, don't get upset.

I know she's right.

I'd like to ask her to forgive me,

but the words just won't come out.

I feel I'm gonna do

something ugly. There.!

I'm disgusted at myself.

I'm so ashamed.!

No, don't... don't... No.!

My poor little muffin.

I run off so I won't have to see

the look in her eyes.

Lights.

God didn't put love in men's hearts

for them to be ashamed of it.

Do you feel any remorse?

You do feel sad.

Sad, me?

- Liliom, it's impossible to help you!

- I don't care to be helped.

Fortunately, heavenly patience

has no limit.

What about the child?

Her child.

My child.

Will it be a boy or a girl?

You'll see for yourself.

- I'll see the child?

- Yes, when it's 16 years old.

Because you are sentenced

to burn for 16 years...

in the fires that will purge

your pride and fury.

Sixteen years?

I thought it would be forever.

Sixteen years from now...

you'll be allowed to return

to Earth for a single day...

to see your child.

My child.

Go, Liliom.

In 16 years and one day,

we shall see each other again.

By then, you will have been tested.

Seek and find

something beautiful...

something splendid

for your child.

Everything depends on this.

Go, Liliom. PURGATORY.

- Excuse me, sir.

- What do you want?

- Some information.

- What?

Would you be kind enough

to tell me...

whether it will be a boy or a girl?

That's not allowed.

At least give me a cigarette.

Don't let anyone see it.

For 16 years...

I won't lack for a light.

A girl!

Sixteen years.

Liliom, something beautiful.

Something splendid.

Here.

Please, take it.

Thank you.

In return I wish I could

give you something...

beautiful.

Something splendid.

Me? I don't even know you.

But I know you.

You must be mistaken.

My mother is a seamstress,

I help her.

I bring her work to the customers.

What about your father?

He died a long time ago.

What did he die of?

We never found out.

He went to America to find work.

He died in a hospital there.

- In America?

- Yes.

- In America?

- Does that surprise you?

Did you know him?

- As well as I know myself.

- Oh, I'm so happy.

He was a good man...

a sweet man, wasn't he?

My mother often says that.

No, he wasn't sweet at all.

But he knew a lot of songs...

some of them very pretty.

That's true. Listen.

Come, child's child

We'll go for a spin.

My mother would play it

on the phonograph all the time.

Let's have a ball

and turn and turn.

Don't be beastly

We'll love each other truly.

Yes, he used to sing it often.

Very often.

In the end, he couldn't stand

to hear it anymore.

He was a hooligan, you know?

He'd beat your mother for no reason.

A real animal.

- What are you saying?

- A real brute.

- That's not true!

- A lazy bum.

All he thought about was playing cards,

fighting, drinking and chasing skirts!

A man who lived off

his poor old aunt.

A filthy, selfish man

who let his wife wait on him.

Be quiet! Mother told me

a thousand times what he was like.

He used to bring

all his money home.

It's awful to tarnish the memory

of a poor dead man this way.

Don't be angry! Please don't go!

I want to give you something.

Something beautiful.

- Something splendid.

- I don't want anything from you.

A most unusual gift.

Take this...

but watch out.

- A star...

- Go away.

I'll accept nothing from a man

who says evil things about my dad.

Miss... Miss!

Could I see Julie again?

Sixteen years.

You again! How did you get in?

Miss, let me explain.

- Go away.

- I've come from very far away.

- I won't listen.

- But, Miss!

I'd like to do something beautiful

for you, something splendid.

No. Leave here immediately.

- Miss...

- Go!

Enough of that!

Sixteen years of purgatory

weren't enough...

to burn away

your pride and fury.

Incorrigible!

Absolutely incorrigible!

To torment the heart of a child...

that held a deep love for you.

What do you have

to say in your defense?

You have to love me as I am.

Why try to make me

better than I am?

Alfred was right.

For us...

even in heaven

there's only justice...

nothing but justice.

And justice...

Mother.

Mother, did anyone ever hit you?

I mean a real slap...

that you can hear ring...

and yet you don't feel a thing?

Yes, my child.

There was a time

someone hit me...

but I didn't feel a thing.

Then it's possible...

for someone to hit you

and not hurt you at all?

Yes, my child.

Someone can beat you...

without hurting you at all.

THE END:

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