Being Julia

1

I've lived in the

theatre since I was a kid.

What I don't know about acting

isn't worth knowing.

Now, you may be 20 years

old and just beginning,

but I think you're a genius.

You've got magnetism,

but no idea how to use it.

You have to grab the audience

by the throat and say:

"Now, you buggers, you

pay attention to me!"

And remember this,

when you're on the stage acting,

the theatre is the only reality.

Everything else, the world outside,

what civilians call the real world,

is nothing but fantasy.

And I bloody well

won't let you forget it.

The trouble is, darling,

I'm an incurable romantic.

I believe in love,

I believe in happiness,

I believe in us.

(Archie) No, you don't.

You're just saying that.

There's someone else, isn't there?

I love you, I do.

I do, I

love you--

And I used to believe

we'd live happily ever after.

Didn't you?

With every fiber of my being.

only now...

[Audience applauding]

[Car honking]

[Clock bell tolls]

[Door squeaking]

Good morning, miss Lambert.

Good morning, Margery,

is anyone with my lord and master?

(Margery) No.

Darling, what are you doing here?

I want an answer, Michael.

What's the question?

What did I say to you

before we went to sleep last night, hmm?

Uh, I give up. What did you say to me

before we went to sleep last night?

I said I was tired.

It seems a perfectly natural thing

to say before you go to sleep.

Christ, Michael, you can be

an irritating little sh*t!

Julia, Julia, really,

if your public could

only hear your language.

I want them to hear.

I want every bloody one of them to hear.

I'm tired. I am utterly exhausted.

I need a holiday.

Just admit it, Michael.

you've never understood what it means

to carry a play,

to sweat it out night after night.

I'm the only one who takes it

seriously, Michael, you know that.

All you do is count the money and

think it's a bloody great lark.

Take the play off.

But we'll lose a fortune.

Our partner won't like it.

To hell with dolly!

[Sighing]

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

God, I didn't mean to be so vile.

It's just I'm-- I'm

near to breaking point.

Everything's so tedious.

[Sighing]

I want something to happen.

What?

I wish I knew.

Please. please close the

play at the end of the month.

[Exhales]

Yeah. I really do

have to think about it.

We can't have the theatre dark.

Hmm?

I'll try and see what

I can do. I promise.

Hmm?

Please.

I promise.

Thank you.

You were very quiet

leaving the house this morning.

Well, I didn't want to wake you.

You were dead to the world.

Hmm. I did my exercises

and went for a run.

Exercises, running...

God, Michael,

you're the vainest man in London.

Me, vain? nonsense.

[Giggles]

I just want to preserve my magnificent

good looks for as long as possible.

[Chuckling]

Oh, yes, speaking of good looks,

did you notice that

young man as you came in?

No.

He's an American.

Son of a friend of a

friend of Eddie Gilbert's.

I can't see what that's

got to do with me.

He admires you tremendously.

Oh, he sounds frightfully intelligent.

What's his name?

Can't remember.

Uh, unfortunately,

he's as poor as a church mouse.

I thought we might give

him a spot of lunch.

Well, he's awfully

good-mannered, for an American.

(Julia) Uh!

Rubbish mail, Margery.

Yes, Mr. Gosselyn.

Uh, I would like to

introduce you to my wife,

Julia Lambert.

Julia, this

is-- this is--

this is the young man

I was telling you about.

He wants to learn the business,

so we're starting him

off with our accountant.

It-it's an honor to

meet you, miss Lambert.

I wonder if we could persuade you

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