Julie Page #2

I'm just being realistic.

- I'll stoop down to you.

- Don't.

Sometimes I dream

that I'm sitting on a pole.

I need to get down

but I do not dare to jump.

I can't hold on to it.

I feel like falling, but I don't do it.

When I finally get down,

I want to ram myself into the ground.

Have you ever dreamt things like that?

- Shall we go?

- We'll stay here a while.

You can keep the flat

at a monthly rent of 20.000.

You take my hotel and want another

20.000 a month, is that what you say?

With the coach and the masseuse

it's another 12.000.

- How did it come to this?

- I guess you spent too much money.

You can have my money,

but not my hotel.

We take over the hotel

for what you owe in arrears.

That's it!

I'm bored.

- Keep still.

- Yes.

Do as I say.

- Julie...

- Jan?

- I'm only a man.

- Keep still.

That's it. Say thank you.

- Julie, listen to me.

- Kiss my hand first.

- Julie!

- Kiss my hand.

- It's at your own risk.

- Of what?

Of what? Don't you know

it's dangerous to play with fire?

- I'm insured.

- No, you're not.

- There's flammable material in here.

- And that's you?

Not because I'm me,

but because I'm a man.

I think you're a boring fart.

- Think?

- Yes, I fear so.

- Is this for fun?

- No, it's serious.

Was it also serious before?

- I need to fix your racket.

- You must come swimming with me.

First the bar. Now swimming.

I'm your coach, not your playmate.

I know.

Can I just ask you one thing?

Have you ever loved?

Have you?

Have you ever loved?

I was once really ill

because of impossible love.

- III in what way?

- I couldn't eat or drink.

Who was it?

- Who was it?

- It was you.

Was it me?

It was my father who looked after

your private tennis courts.

Was that your father?

He was caretaker at the club

and looked after your courts, too.

- Where did you live?

- In the red houses.

- In the red houses.

- My mom worked at the baker's.

- Do you recall the green Kermit cakes?

- They still have them.

- Where did we meet?

- I was with my father at your house.

I sneaked into the pavilion

to admire the cups.

I heard a sound,

got scared and ran off.

I ran through the raspberry hedge

and across the strawberry bed.

And on the porch I saw you.

I hid in a pile of thistles.

The gardeners had dispersed

cow manure. It was really smelly.

Then I saw you walking around.

I thought why...

why can't I just say hello?

- Do all poor people think like that?

- Of course they do.

- It must be awful being poor.

- It's beyond your comprehension.

You've always been loaded.

A dog is allowed

on the manager's couch.

A horse is patted by the princess.

But a caretaker...

There, there.

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