Miss Julie Page #2

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yourself, Miss Julie?

Miss Julie,

I am tired.

Would you mind if I go

to my room and--?

(speaking French)

(speaking French)

Where did you learn

to speak French?

In Switzerland.

I was the wine waiter

at the one of the biggest

hotels in Lucerne.

You look like

a perfect gentleman.

Charmant.

-You flatter me.

-Why would I flatter you?

Oh, well,

my natural modesty

forbids me to believe

that you would give

someone like me

such genuine

compliments,

and so I dare to assume

that you were flattering me,

or worse,

patronizing me.

Where did you learn

to talk like that?

You'd be surprised

to know the places

I have visited.

But you were born

in this area, weren't you?

Aye.

My father worked the land

right across the way.

And I visited

your garden

long before I came

to work for the baron.

I saw you

when you were

a little girl.

But you, Miss Julie,

did not notice me.

Who gave you permission

to walk in our garden?

I remember one time--

No.

I'm not

going to tell you.

Is it bad?

It isn't.

But Kathleen

might hear me.

From her room?

(laughs)

(whispering)

I think she's snoring.

(whispering)

She doesn't.

But she talks

in her sleep.

How would you know?

(crying)

Why don't you

sit down?

It wouldn't be

proper

in front of

Miss Julie.

And if I order you

to do it?

I'll obey.

Get me something

to drink.

I'm not sure

what we have

in the icebox.

-I believe it's only beer.

-My taste is simple.

I want beer.

Miss Julie.

Thank you.

Are you not

going to drink?

I don't like beer,

but of course

if you order me...

I thought a polite gentleman

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

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