Miss Julie Page #4

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Yes, that was then.

Now we have other things

to think about.

Don't speak harshly

to me!

We have made

one mistake,

a big one.

There's no sense

in making another.

Now the baron may be back

at any moment,

but before he comes,

I need to know--

do you believe

in me?

How can we do

all this?

We have no money.

True enough.

I want you to be

my partner.

I'll need

your money.

I have no money,

not of my own.

I have nothing myself.

That's it then.

You think I'm going to

stay in this house

as your woman?

Do you think

I'll let people

point their fingers at me,

laughing at me?

Do you think I can ever

look my father in the face

after this?

- Oh, what have I done?

- Don't try that one.

Turn off

that fountain!

Do you even know

what love is?

Me?

I should say so!

Do you think this is

my first time?

Oh, now you

despise me.

Don't pretend

you're nervous

and don't pretend

you're special.

We are the same now.

Look here,

my little one.

Let me treat you

to a glass

of something

super fine.

Where did you

get this?

In the cellar.

My father's wine.

Well, isn't it good enough

for his son-in-law?

Thief.

You going to tell

on me?

Yes, to the fools.

I'm so unhappy.

Why?

Think of Kathleen.

I even had to forbid her

to come to the kitchen now.

-Don't you think

she has feelings?

-A servant is a servant.

And a whore

is a whore!

Oh my God,

I'm so scared.

I'm in a dark hole

and it's like I'm sinking.

I'm sinking.

(sobbing)

You are sick,

young lady.

I do feel sorry

for you.

When I was

a little boy,

lying there in secret,

looking at you

in the garden

and saw you walking

among the roses

and saw your

slim white ankles,

well, I tell you now,

I had the same

nasty thoughts

like all young boys.

You said you wanted

to die for me.

It was a lie.

I had to think

of something.

It's the fancy talk

that makes women

open their legs.

-Bastard!

-Make sure you don't

carry one.

-So now you've seen

the hawk's back.

-Not exactly its back.

-Oh, how can

a human soul be so filthy?

-Wash it off then.

You minion!

Stand up when I speak

to you!

Stand up

when I speak to you!

Minion?

Shut your mouth, lady whore!

Shut up and get out of here!

Telling me I am a minion!

You have no right

to be in here!

You're not needed!

Kathleen doesn't like

your kind

visiting her kitchen,

especially you.

Do you think she would be

so vulgar as you were

this evening,

-throwing yourself on a man

the way you did?

-No more.

Where do you think you are?

In a zoo? In a whorehouse?

No more.

Yes, I'm dirt.

I'm nothing.

I don't belong.

I know.

But please,

please help me, John.

I need to find

a way out of this.

Please help me.

Help me find a way

out of this.

I may be

partly to blame,

but do you think

someone in my position

would dare even to look

at someone like you

if you hadn't

asked for it,

begged for it?

Please.

I'm still amazed.

Though I must say

the victory

was far too easy

to be really exciting.

Oh, no more.

I'm sorry

I said that.

I don't want to strike

one who is unarmed.

Oh, I cannot deny

that it has given me

pleasure

to discover that what has

dazzled us below you

was only gaudiness,

that there is powder

under tender cheek,

that there is grime

under your dirty nails,

that your

perfumed handkerchief

is dirty, Julie.

Oh, it hurts me

to realize

that what I

yearned to reach

is so far from genuine.

It's nothing.

It's worthless.

I'm sorry you've sunk

so low, Julie,

far lower than

your own cook.

It hurts like

watching the last flowers

of autumn

hanging their heads,

already faded

or torn to shreds

by the rain

and turned

into muck.

You talk as if you are

already above me.

I am bred

by a baron.

You can never

achieve that.

Aye, that's true.

But I can provide a baron,

with your help.

You're a thief.

I'm not.

There are worse things

than being a thief,

much worse.

Anyway, think about it:

I am serving

in a household

and I look upon myself

as one of the family,

as a child

of the house.

And it isn't

regarded as stealing

if a child picks a berry

from a large bunch.

(moans)

Shh, shh, Miss Julie.

Miss Julie.

Shh.

Miss Julie, you are

a wonderful woman,

and you're far too good

for one like me.

You've been drinking.

You lost your head.

And now you're trying

to cover up your mistake

by telling yourself

that you love me.

Well, you don't.

Unless my looks

may have tempted you.

And maybe there was

a physical attraction.

But that makes your love

no better than mine.

I could be your pet,

like your dog

that you give affection

when it suits you, but

that's not enough for me.

I can never make you

love me.

Are you so sure?

Are you meaning to say

that it might be possible?

Oh.

And that I could

fall in love with you?

Oh.

Oh, aye.

Well...

Aye.

Yes, I could.

(sniffing)

You are beautiful.

You are refined.

Oh, I love that

in a woman.

You are educated.

We could read together,

all the great writers.

We could discuss them.

Oh, you--

the fire you ignite in a man

isn't likely to go out.

You are like hot spices

with one of your kisses.

Leave me alone.

You're disgusting,

like a rat.

I hate you.

Run away

with me then.

Yes, we'll run away.

Are you my friend?

I am at times.

But don't rely on me.

I need you

to understand me,

to see me.

Don't give me the secrets

of your life.

You'll regret it.

You sound

like my mother.

Oh, she was

so beautiful.

Look at this picture

of her.

She didn't want

to be a mother.

She would smile at me

but didn't mean it.

Sometimes when I think

of her,

my mouth smiles.

But I do not smile

within me.

Don't drink more.

It's as if

I am cut off

from everything

that's life.

Inside me,

within me--

nothing.

A black hole.

She taught me

to mistrust

and to hate

all men.

And I promised her--

this little girl of 10--

that I would never,

never be a slave

to any man.

I didn't even understand

what it meant.

Then you hate me too.

Yes.

I'd like to shoot you

like a dog.

No qualms?

No qualms.

But you have nothing

to shoot me with.

And I'm no dog.

I'll take you up

to my room...

and then I'll put you

in my birdcage.

Most of all,

I'd like to die.

Die?

How silly.

On the shores

of Lake Como,

you said,

the sun always shines.

Look at the wall

out there.

It's all you can see

from down here.

You can only feel

the light of the sun.

And you can only hear

the wind.

On the other side

of that wall,

I have a place,

a secret garden.

There's no wind there.

I go there

when I'm anxious.

I'm anxious

all the time.

I'm always longing

for some other place.

You cannot imagine

how different

I wanted

my life to be.

When I was little,

just after Mama died,

I was hoping that

all of my garden

would be

full of animals.

They'd come from--

I don't know where

they'd come from.

They'd be there

to keep watch

over me.

I have a pit

in my stomach.

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