The Diary of a Chambermaid Page #4

- Is it so bad?

- Let's sit under the tree.

- That tree?

- Exactly.

Now, tell me what

it means, your poem.

It means it's hard to keep

your hands as soft as flower...

when you work hard

- Give me your hand.

- Are you making a wish?

- You know about it?

I heard tell, that's

why I brought you here.

Are you making a wish?

Celestine will be happy

with someone, someday.

- I'm wishing that you will too.

- No, with me it doesn't matter.

Let's walk back to the Chateau.

- What's that?

- Somebody is killing somebody.

This is a funny house, isn't it?

That's just what

I was writing in my diary.

No for children.

Do you write everything in there?

Even the unhappy things?

I used to because that's all

there ever was to write about.

What do you write now?

Lm writing about Mr. Lanlaire

and the Captain next door.

What about Joseph?

He's got a lot of money hidden away

- He's an undertaker

- Yes, who's he mad at?

I don't know.

This is a place for murder

- Celestine, don't talk like that

- Maybe it'll be me, Louise

- No

- Maybe it'll be you

No, no, no.

There's someone

behind the door, open it.

- No, you open it.

- I'll open it.

It's late.

You can not staying up.

- It wastes the candles.

- I'll burn all the candles I want.

And you stop sneaking

around our door.

Don't be afraid of me,

You and I are alike.

Maybe not in looks, but

down underneath, we are the same.

I'd like to make a speech

Will you listen to it?

- Of course, Sir.

- I'm going away.

- I didn't want to hear that speech.

- I didn't want to make it.

- But I can stay here any longer.

- Wasn't the service satisfactory?

- Did we neglect you?

- No, on the contrary.

I appreciate what

you've done, more than you know.

Then why do you go?

I've never been so happy before.

I don't know, but since I'm going away

will you do me a big favor?

- Sir, of course

- Will you call me George?

What will Madame Lanlaire

say if she hears it?

I'd like to hear her.

Please, go away. I can't bear

people when I feel like this.

I'm not being bold.

I'm Celestine...

and I'm here to serve you.

It's my job, so let me do it.

- Your fingers are so cold

- Are they, George?

I'll tell you something

I thought of just this moment.

Tell me.

I Thought,

if I'd met you earlier...

I could have waited on you

and care for you and served you...

and things would be different.

- Is the saddest thing I ever heard.

Thank you for telling me

I'd like to tell you something...

as a sort of farewell.

I've come home

beaten and disillusioned and ill.

I've come to a house

I've never enjoyed...

to look upon fields

I've never enjoyed...

to breathe air that stifles me...

It's been less of a homecoming,

more of a defeat.

- Why do you tell me this?

- Because your name is Celestine...

and your hair is gold

Because I'm leaving.

Because your bitter

I think that's the same reason.

I can't understand why

You have money, you went to school...

you studied law.

Couldn't that have been excited?

I required both

energy and ambition.

I never found the urge

to live or die on a big scale.

I remember the

first time I saw your hair.

I thought it was the

brightest gold I'd ever seen.

Madame makes me do it

a fancy way. I don't like it.

- How do you like it?

- Just hanging loose on my shoulders.

Now lets let it

fall loose for a moment.

I hadn't mean to.

I only meant good bye.

- How does it feel to be in love?

- It changes all the time.

Now it hurts terribly

because I don't understand...

He almost kissed me and then

ran and locked himself in his room.

I think he's mean to go away.

He's not mean.

He knows what best.

Better than anybody.

I just wish

I could see him once again.

A greenhouse is

no place to say goodbye.

I told you

he knows what's best.

- I knew it.

- Who is it?

- It is I.

- Madame.

Celestine, I saw your light.

I know that you were awake.

- Yes Madame

- I'm very upset.

I've heard my son

pacing up and down in his room.

I' know he's unhappy and ill.

- I want you to help me.

- Of course Madame.

Would you get him

a cup of hot broth?

- I'll put my uniform.

- Put on my wrapper on.

He wants to leave us.

When he's so ill. I won't have it.

- Who is it?

- It's me, Sir, Celestine.

What do you want?

- I've brought you some hot broth, Sir.

- I don't want it.

Wait, put it down.

- Celestine.

- Yes, George?

Why do you come here?

What's the idea behind it?

I was told that you couldn't

sleep Sir, so we decided...

- Who told you?

- Madame told me.

I knew it! Come closer.

Yes, George.

I say good bye to you today,

do you remember that?

Didn't I make myself clear?

You mean you never wanted

to see me again?

I meant a lot of things

which I'll explain.

Come in here.

I want to talk to you

- George!

- Mother,

inside of here are a lot

of secret fears, moods,

not one particle of hope.

I'm finished.

Now what?

What do you want of me?

- I'm trying to get you to stay.

- I know that.

- I'll take care of you.

- You leave me alone.

I'll watch over you

as I've always done...

since you were a fragile little boy.

Haven't I always protected you?

You wanted to posses me as

you posses father and Joseph

- George

- Yes, and everyone else around here.

You're tired, and upset.

Whatever I am

will you leave me alone?

- But George...

- Now that you've won,

will you get out, and take

your fellow conspirator with you?

- You don't mean that.

- Take her out of here!

I've seen all I want of love!

Now, go away!

Then you'll stay?

You've change your mind?

My mind has

nothing to do with it.

I've tried to go but

I can't as much as I want to go.

I haven't strength to crawl

from here to the village.

I'm ill.

Does that satisfy you?

Of course,

you haven't the strength.

Please, get out!

Get out!

My boy is not himself tonight,

But he'll soon be

having you wait on him again.

No, he won't.

What do you think I am,

an animal or something?

That you can send me one

minute and throw me out next?

- Really?

- I hate him...

For pretending to be nice

to me when all the time...

he was just like

you are mean and cruel

Look at you!

I found out you're both the same!

And I hate you too

I don't want to dress like you,

or look like you,

or be like you!

I can't stand it here any more.

I'm through!

I'm through!

- Here you are, Celestine.

- I'm not taking them.

But Madame gave them to you.

You can take them all. I don't want

anything that reminds me this place.

- Celestine they're beautiful

- Louise, stop crying. Here

And close up my bag.

This place frightens me.

I want to get out as fast as I can.

- Louise, help me with this book.

- I'll help you with the book.

Joseph, hitch up the carriage

and take me to the station.

- Have you been dismissed?

- No, I haven't.

- Where do you want to go?

- I'm going back to Paris.

There's no train

until tomorrow morning.

- I'm going to wait in the station.

- Why are you leaving?

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