Being Julia Page #3

Waiting for something

to happen. But what?

What?

Oh, please, Dolly, be my friend.

Oh.

Make Michael take the play off.

I need a holiday.

I could visit-- visit

my mother in Jersey,

and then visit you in France.

Oh. I could swim in

your pool. In the nuddy.

[Laughing]

(Woman) Lovely flowers for someone.

(Evie) Oh, hello, a

blooming florist's shop.

Who sent them? Mrs. De Vries?

Very likely. Or Lord Tamerley.

Here, don't forget,

you've got dinner with him

after the show tonight.

Yes, I know.

Expect you'll have to

turn on the waterworks

for him again as per usual.

I wish you'd teach me to cry real tears.

The times I've needed them.

Oh, here's a card.

[Humming]

From Mr. Thomas Fennel,

Tavistock Square.

What a place to live.

Who the hell do you suppose he is, Evie?

Oh, some feller knocked all of a heap

by your fatal beauty, I expect.

Probably cost a fortune.

Went without dinner for a week.

Oh, pull the other one.

[Man singing]

Beginners, please, miss Lambert.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, whoever Mr. Thomas Fennel is,

I think it's all right

having a young man send me flowers

at my time of life.

I mean, it

just shows you--

How do you know he's a young man?

He's probably over 80.

Go to hell.

[Band playing]

[People talking and laughing]

I'm on my way I'm on my way

I'm busy 'cause I'm on my way

[People applauding]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Julia Lambert.

The champagne now, my lord?

Thank you, Antoine.

And for you, madame Lambert?

I'd prefer beer but I mustn't,

so I'll make do with bubbly.

Thank you.

[Giggling] It's for you. Open it.

[Woman singing]

Oh.

It's a portrait of Clairon.

She was a great actress,

and I believe you

have many of her gifts.

Charles, you are sweet.

I thought you might like it.

It's by way of being a parting present.

You're going away?

No. But I shan't be seeing you anymore.

Oh, Charles, not again.

[Inhaling]

No. this is becoming a ritual. Why?

We have such a beautiful

friendship, Julia.

It's unique in my

experience, but people talk.

They don't understand.

And even though we know the truth,

if we go on seeing one another,

there will be a terrible scandal.

No, there won't.

Michael and I lead separate lives.

That's why we're so happily married.

More or less.

Jumped-up little tart,

that's what she is.

Never stops acting, on-stage or off.

She's just one big pose.

Dashed pretty.

Shut up, Rupert, don't

show your ignorance.

I know all about her.

We were both born

in the channel islands, Jersey.

Her father was our

doctor. A Jersey doctor!

You can't get more common than that.

It's only common sense, darling.

I don't want to lose you.

I-- I have few

friends. Real friends.

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