Miss Julie Page #5

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I do not know where

my sorrow comes from.

And now you.

You and me--

yes, we must leave.

To make life hell

for each other?

No.

To be happy,

smile on the inside.

Enjoy ourselves

a few years,

as long as we can.

And then...

to die.

Would you die

with me?

I won't die at all.

I enjoy life.

You refuse

to die with me?

I'm sorry,

Miss Julie.

I'll talk no more.

I'm going to bed.

You-- you dishonored me.

You owe me something.

There.

Thank you.

This is what I get

for opening my heart

to you,

for giving away

my family honor?

I told you

not to.

You-- you forced me.

You were

the seducer.

We can get--

we can get married.

And then

we can divorce.

I won't demean

myself.

-Demean?

-Yes, demean.

Oh, how I wish it undone.

How I wish it--

-I told you.

-Oh, if only you loved me.

I told you

you should not drink,

because then you talk.

You shouldn't talk.

A butterfly dies

in the act of love.

I wish I did too.

What do you want?

Am I to cry

with you again?

What--?

Do you want me to kiss

your feet again?

What?

I've had enough,

Miss Julie.

I--

this is painful.

Miss Julie,

Miss Julie,

I see that

you're unhappy.

Yes, you are suffering,

but...

I don't understand

what you're saying.

I mean, my people--

we don't carry on

like you do.

We don't hate

and destroy each other.

We make love for fun.

Yes, it is a game,

and we play it

when we get time off

from work.

But we don't have

all day and all night

like you people do.

You know what?

I think you're ill.

Yes, I'm sure

you're ill.

Be kind to me, John.

Talk to me

like a human being.

Well, then be

a human being yourself.

You think you can

spit on me,

but won't let me

wipe it off on you?

Help me then.

Tell me

what I should do.

Lord, if only

I knew that myself.

I-- I know

I-- I've been

acting wild,

as-- as if I'm mad.

I know.

But now

what do I do?

Stay here

and keep quiet.

Nobody knows.

I-- I can't stay here.

Everyone knows.

They don't know,

and they would never

believe it.

But suppose

there are consequences.

Consequences?

Then there's only

one thing to do--

you must disappear.

You must leave at once.

I can't go with you.

Then they would know.

You must go alone.

Alone?

Where?

I can't do that.

You must, and before

the baron gets back.

If you stay, you know

what will happen.

Later you will write

to your father,

tell him

how unhappy you are.

He loves you.

He will take care of it.

He'll never guess

it was me.

I don't think he'd be

anxious to find out.

-I'll go

if you come with me.

-Are you stark mad?

Miss Julie is

running away with a--

a servant?

It would be

in the papers.

And, Miss Julie, the baron

will never survive.

I'm so tired.

I'm so tremendously tired.

Order me.

I must be told.

I can no longer

think.

I can't move.

Do you see now

what helpless creatures

you people are?

Why are your kind

strutting about

with your noses

in the air,

like you were

the lords of creation?

Well, I'll tell you

what to do.

I'll order you.

Go to your

father's library.

In his drawer

there is money.

Get the money.

Come up with me.

Go.

Get up there.

Speak kindly to me.

Orders always sound

unkind.

Now you know

what it feels like.

Go.

(knocks on door)

Am I allowed

to leave my room now?

You look a mess.

May God forgive you.

What have you

been doing?

You are my woman.

But the night is long,

Kathleen.

All the wine--

my head

wasn't with me.

It was swimming.

I asked what you

have been doing.

I have such pain,

Kathleen.

Let us hold

around each other.

No.

No.

I have this

ready for you.

For church.

Oh, you-- you always

have my things.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You promised me

you'd come with me

this morning.

Oh, yes.

I remember now.

And here you are

with my finery.

Yes.

Come on with it then.

What's the text today?

The beheading

of John the Baptist.

Ah.

Oh, you're--

you're choking me.

Oh God,

I'm so tired.

So tired.

I'm exhausted.

So why did you stay up

all night then?

Hmm?

Have you seen

your face?

Miss Julie.

She would never

leave me.

Stop it.

And she--

she who doesn't know

what's decent,

she doesn't.

She talked.

She needed to talk.

You know

the way I am.

I'm always placing

a veil over people,

idealizing them.

So I never see

who they really are.

I did that with her--

Miss Julie--

and I was bound

to be disappointed.

We are all forced

to face ourselves

as less than

we'd hoped to be.

Isn't it funny

anyhow,

when you come

to think of it, her?

What is funny?

(laughs)

Everything.

Look at me

straight in the eye.

Yes.

Is it possible?

Is it possible?

Yes.

It is.

It's awful.

I could scratch

your eyes out.

Yes, that's the way

I feel about it.

It's nasty.

It's simply disgusting.

You're angry

with her then?

No, I'm angry

with you!

It was a rotten thing

to do, really rotten.

Poor young woman.

I won't stay in a house

where you can't have respect

for your employers.

Are you jealous

of her?

No, not of her.

If it had been

Clara or Sophie,

then yes,

I would have been.

No, I will not work

in a house

where people can't

behave decently.

Would you?

You just dragged yourself

down in the dirt

by doing it.

Get out of here!

-Get out!

Get out of here!

-(Diana barking)

-Why should you

respect them?

-You don't know?

You, who think you are

such a smart fellow?

You don't know?

All it shows is that

they are not a bit better

than we are.

If they are not

any better than us,

then there is nothing

to inspire us to become

better ourselves.

And did you ever think

of the baron?

Just think

of all the sorrows

he's had in his time.

Listen, Jesus,

I won't stay here

any longer

and have to

face him.

And then with someone

like you.

I can't imagine

why she did it with

someone like you.

If it had at least been

with a man of her

own people--

-if it had been

with a better man.

-What are you saying?

She, who wanted

to give her dog poison

because it ran after

the gamekeeper's mongrel.

-What?

-Listen.

You're fine

for what you are,

but there is

a difference.

Class is class.

Well, let me

tell you,

I won't stay here

any longer.

On the 14th of October

we are leaving.

Yes, that's right.

You're coming too.

You can get a job

as a janitor,

or maybe a messenger

in some government office.

It may not pay you

as well as the baron,

but it will be secure.

And then

your widow and children

will get a pension.

I'm going to plan my death

so you will get a pension?

I'm sorry,

I have better prospects

than that in mind.

(thud)

Who's that walking around

up there?

Can it be the baron?

Already?

Listen.

If I leave,

I'll never get

another job like this.

And you--

why should you go?

You've never seen

much of the world anyway.

I-- I don't know

why you would go.

When the baron leaves

on the 14th of October,

then we are

leaving too.

It's been some years now,

you and me.

Don't you forget

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