Miss Julie Page #6

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your obligations.

Let's hope

that the baron

will never find out

what happened here,

in his servant's room,

this Midsummer Night.

Go and shave yourself.

You don't want him

to come home and see you

looking like this.

I'll take the dog out

and I'll come back.

And you and I

will go to church

and you will ask God

to forgive you.

And I will ask Him

to help us,

all of us.

(crying)

(bird chirping)

My God.

What a sight

you look.

Why?

How do I look?

You're white

as a corpse.

The sun's rising.

And the trolls

are dancing.

Yes, they've been

dancing all night.

I've got the money.

How much?

I took all of it.

Please come with me.

I can't go alone,

not today.

On Midsummer Day,

the trains

will be packed.

I can't--

I can't go alone

in the midst

of the black and gray

on the train,

people looking at me

as if they know.

Oh, it's so beautiful

out there.

The garden.

I never showed you

my little brook, did I?

I know you'd love it,

all my flowers.

Miss Julie,

I am going with you,

but it has to be

right now, right away.

What's that?

Oh.

What is it?

-It's my canary.

-Are you taking a cage

along with us?

I'm not

leaving her behind.

Drop the cage.

It's the only thing

I'm taking with me

from home.

Drop the cage,

I'm telling you.

Kathleen will be here

at any minute.

All right, listen.

You-- you will go

out the main entry.

I will use

the servants' entrance.

And we'll meet outside

the front gate.

L-l-let go

of that bird.

Now. Kathleen will

take care of it.

-No, my little bird.

-(bird chirping)

He's not

taking you.

No.

The bird.

The bird.

Give it to me.

(clicks tongue)

My little bird,

he's not

taking you.

For God's sake.

Shut up.

Shut up.

(screaming)

(sobbing)

Kill me too.

Kill me.

Killing an innocent

creature

without blinking

an eye.

Oh, I hate

and despise you.

There's blood between us.

I curse the moment

I saw you.

I curse

the day I was born.

Kill me too.

You think I can't stand

the sight of blood.

You think I'm weak.

Oh, I should like

to see your blood,

your brains lying there

on the table,

see your whole sex

swimming in blood

like my little bird.

You think

I am weak!

You think I love

you because my womb

cried out

for your sperm.

You think I want to carry

your brat under my heart,

feed it with my blood

and give it your name!

You, what are you

called anyhow?

John, John and then?

What is your family name?

Maybe you don't

have one.

I would be Mrs. Lackey,

Mrs. Sh*t-pile,

you dog there

wearing my collar,

you minion

wearing my crest.

Share you

with Kathleen,

share you with my

own servant,

parcel you out to all

the other needy women

working here.

You think I'm a coward

and want to run away.

Oh, no!

No, I'll stay,

and let

the lightning strike.

My father

is coming home.

He'll find his desk

broken into,

his money gone.

Then he'll ring

that bell there

twice for his lackey.

And he'll send

for the police.

And I'll tell them

everything-- everything.

Oh, it will be good

to get an end to it.

And then my father

will have a stroke

and die.

And that will be

the end of all of us.

And all will be quiet,

peace,

eternal rest.

The baron's line

will be wiped out

and the lackey's line

will continue

in an orphanage.

There spoke

the royal blood.

Dragged up in the gutter,

and dead in the jail.

Bravo, Miss Julie.

Make sure the lackey

doesn't lose his place.

What is going on?

What a mess

you've made.

You're a woman,

Kathleen.

You're my friend.

You must

understand me.

You must listen

to me.

I don't want to know

anything from you,

Miss Julie.

What's going on?

Kathleen:

What? What?

Kathleen, you have to

understand me.

I don't want

to understand.

You must listen to me.

If you're planning

on getting John

to go away with you,

Miss Julie,

I will have to stop you,

both of you.

Quiet, Kathleen,

and listen to me.

I-- I can't

stay here.

And John-- he can't

stay here.

So we have to--

to get away.

What?

Wait, I have an idea.

All three of us can

go-- go together

abroad to start

a hotel.

I have--

I have money, see?

And John and I

will run

the whole thing.

And-- and you can--

I think,

can run the kitchen.

Oh, wouldn't that

be fine?

Oh, please say yes,

Kathleen.

Come along with us.

You have to get out

and see the world.

You can't imagine

how fun it is

to travel by train.

We just talked

about it.

You'll love it.

Trains whistling,

carriages stopping,

bells ringing

upstairs, downstairs.

You'll stand--

no, you'll--

you'll sit in the kitchen

like a queen.

Of course.

You're not going to stand

at the stove yourself,

naturally not,

with all the fine

clothes

you'll be wearing

to greet the guests.

You're so beautiful,

Kathleen.

Yes. I'm not

flattering you.

You'll find a husband,

a rich Englishman.

They're so easy

to catch.

And we'll be rich.

We'll build a villa

on Lake Como.

It rains there

a little,

a little,

a little bit

sometimes.

But the sun will be

shining sometimes.

Though it looks dark.

And...

Then--

Or...

we can

go home again,

come back here

or...

somewhere else.

Do you believe in this

yourself, Miss Julie?

Do I believe it

myself?

Yes.

I don't know.

I don't know anything

anymore.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

So you were

going to elope?

Elope?

That's a big word.

You heard

the young lady.

And maybe

she's tired now

from being up

all night,

but it's a plan

that could work.

Are you telling me

I'd be the kitchen girl

for her?

Her?

Will you please

speak more refined

when you're talking

in front of your mistress?

Do you understand?

My God.

Listen to you.

It would be better

for you

to listen

a little more

and talk

a little less.

She is

your mistress.

If you despise her

for what she has done,

you should

despise yourself.

I have always

respected myself.

And looked down

on others.

And I have never done

anything that is

beneath me.

You could never say

that the baron's cook

had lowered herself

to be with the stable groom

or the swineherd.

Quite so.

You had me.

And very lucky

for you too.

Lucky?

A man who steals

from the baron?

You shouldn't be

talking.

You, who can't

even respect your own

mistress anymore.

(tower bells ringing)

John,

are you coming with me

to church?

You could use

a good sermon.

No.

I am not going

to church today.

You go alone

and confess your sins.

Yes.

I'll do that.

And I'll bring back

enough forgiveness

for you too.

Jesus suffered

and died on the cross

for us.

And if we go to him

with an open heart

and all our sorrows,

he will take our sins

on himself.

You really believe that,

Kathleen?

I've believed it

all my life, Miss Julie.

And that is why

I stand here now

with the faith

of my childhood.

Where sin overflows,

there grace

overflows more.

Oh, if--

if only I had

your faith.

It is not given

to everyone,

without God's

special favor.

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