Miss Julie Page #2

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should keep his lady company.

A point well taken.

Toast me.

Are you bashful?

To your health,

Miss Julie.

Bravo.

Now kiss my shoe,

to get it

just right.

Excellent.

You should have been

an actor.

This won't do.

Miss Julie,

somebody might see us.

What would that matter?

They would start

talking.

Miss Julie

should have heard

how their

tongues were wagging

when we danced.

What were they saying?

Sit down.

Tell me.

Ah, you know.

You're not a child.

When one sees a lady

drinking alone

with a man--

a servant

in the night-- then--

We're not alone.

We have Kathleen.

Let's go and get her.

Leave her!

What?

You shouldn't bother

those who are resting.

She's been working all day,

standing over the stove,

even cooking

for your dog.

She's earned a rest.

How nice you are.

Shall we go

and pick some lilacs?

I can't do that.

Absolutely not.

I order you.

Go.

(Diana whining)

I'm sorry,

Miss Julie.

She was sick with

the broth you asked me

to give her.

And I hardly

gave her any.

I mean, it could have

killed her.

I like to take her out

in the sunshine.

She loves

to run around

in circles

in the grass.

And then she drops down

on the warm stone steps

and spreads out

with the sun

on her back.

I see.

You may keep her.

It's John's.

Take the rest.

I sent him out

to pick flowers for me--

lilacs.

Miss Julie,

I am tired.

And if you don't

need me anymore,

may I go

to sleep?

Why wouldn't you go out

to the garden with me?

I don't understand

what you're scared of.

My father

isn't even home.

And the other people--

they are hired

to work here like you.

Do you think

they would believe

that I'm in love

with a valet?

Such things happen.

It may be.

What an imagination.

I could step down.

Don't step down,

Miss Julie.

They will say

you fell.

You are strange.

So are you.

Life is strange,

people-- everything.

We're just foam

floating on water

until we sink.

Sometimes I dream

that I'm on top

of a column

and I can't

get down.

I'm almost fainting

when I look down,

but I must

get down.

I'm so scared

to fall.

I can no longer hold on

and I long to fall.

But I don't fall.

Yet there's

no peace,

no rest

till I come down.

I would be descending.

I would fall.

And if I reach the ground,

I want to go further down.

Deep into the earth

itself.

Did you ever

feel this?

No, no, I--

I dream that I am lying

under a tall tree

in a dark forest and...

I want to go up,

up to the top,

and look around

at the bright landscape

where the sun is shining

and so I can rob

the nest

in which lies

the golden eggs.

(both chuckle)

And I climb

and climb.

But the trunk is so thick

and so slippery,

and it is so far

to the first branch.

But I know

that if I can only reach

that first branch,

then I would easily

reach the top.

I haven't

reached it yet--

that first branch--

but I will,

if it only be

in my dreams.

Are you ever

afraid to hear

that you're

no longer wanted?

That you

don't belong?

I shared a bed

with my

little brother,

and one morning

when I was eight

I woke up and found him

dead beside me.

I saw death

for the first time

and, yes, I was afraid,

but not in the way

you're talking about.

I mean,

my wee brother,

his open coffin--

frost was creeping

into my backbone then.

It's always there.

It's in me.

I will never go back

to what I was born into,

where I used

to belong.

Come, come, let us pick

nine Midsummer flowers

and put them

under our pillows,

Miss Julie,

and all our dreams

will come true.

-Let me see what

you've got in your eye.

-Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a bit of dirt.

It'll be gone in a minute.

Sit down.

Sit still.

My,

I think

you're shaking.

Careful.

(speaking French)

Sit still.

Yes.

Now it's gone.

Kiss my hand

and say thank you.

Miss Julie, listen to me.

Kathleen is close by.

Will you listen to me?

-Kiss my hand first.

-Listen to me.

-Kiss my hand first.

-Blame yourself then.

-For what?

-For what?

Are you a child?

You're playing with fire.

-I'm not.

I'm dreaming.

-No, you're not.

Shame.

I said shame on you,

John.

-You meant that?

-Yes, I meant it.

I am tired

of this game.

And I ask to be excused

in order to resume my work.

The baron will return

in the morning, and he'll

want his boots polished.

Stop!

I forbid you.

Put away the boots.

It is my duty,

which I am bound to do.

He is a good master.

And I'm not expected

to serve as your playmate.

Then shine

my shoes first.

Why, you're proud.

In some ways,

not in others.

Pour us a drink,

a strong one,

a Midsummer Night one.

I will empty the glass

in one swallow.

Thank you, John.

How nice of you.

Have you ever been

in love?

We don't use

that word.

But I have liked

a lot of girls.

And once when I could not

have one girl I wanted,

I became sick,

horribly sick,

sick like a prince

in a fairy tale,

a prince who cannot

eat or drink

because of love.

Who was it?

It was you.

Do you know what the world

looks like from my place?

No, you don't.

Your lot are like hawks.

You're like falcons,

always floating about

high in the sky.

And their backs

are rarely seen,

'cause they just

glide along,

right up there.

Come.

Come with me.

See?

It's as if you have

your own secret world.

Tell me

about your home.

It must be a boundless

misfortune to be poor.

Oh, Miss Julie,

a dog can lie

on a countess's sofa.

A horse may have

its muzzle stroked

by a young lady's hand.

But a servant boy--

Ah, well.

My home--

it is a shack

far out there

in the gray wasteland

where there isn't even

a single tree.

And you can't see it

from here even if you

climb to the top.

It's hidden.

Sometimes, as a boy,

I was drawn to see

your castle,

your gardens.

And when I came

close enough,

I could see

the wall

around your park.

In the evenings I would

creep to the wall

and climb up

to see your home--

oh, far more magnificent

than the church.

I had never been

inside of it, never,

but no matter

where my thoughts went

later in life,

they would return always

to that place--

me sitting

on the wall,

shaded by trees

and covered

by honeysuckle,

watching the people

coming and going,

like they were kings

and emperors,

and I knew

that world

would never be mine.

And then

one day

I caught sight

of a pink dress

and a pair

of white stockings.

I saw you

walking among the roses.

Yes.

I fell in love.

Oh, I wanted

to talk to you.

I-- I wanted to...

touch you.

And I thought,

if it is true

that a robber can

enter the Kingdom of Heaven

and be with the angels,

then why can't

a peasant like me

be in the baron's

garden

and just play

with his daughter?

The next Sunday,

I washed myself with soap

and hot water

and put on

my best clothes

and went to church,

where I could

see you again.

I did see you.

Yes, Miss Julie,

I did see you

and went home

determined to die.

But I wanted to die

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