All language subtitles for Hoffman.1970.1080

Scarborough? On the left.

There should be something up here.

This looks all right. There's a seat there.

Okay?

Yes.

- You'll write or phone, won't you?
- Yeah.

It's only for a week, Tom.

Bye-bye, darling. Look after yourself.

- And give my love to your grandmother.
- I will, I will.

You go now, go on, go on, Tom!

- Bye-bye, darling.
- Bye.

If there ever is a next time

make it now

while there's time to make you love me

show me how

I can offer you the autumn of my life.

Please will you share it

and I can dress you in a veil

that's made of dreams

will you wear it

you've been dancing 'round my mind

like a bright carousel

though the carousel would stop

I feel I knew you well

some days when I look at you

I'm so sure

I can see

that the misty look of love

on your face

is just for me.

If I'm wrong it's nice pretending

it may soon be my next time.

I can offer you

the autumn of my life

will you share it

I can dress you in a veil

that's made of dreams

but will you wear it.

If I'm wrong

it's nice pretending

it may soon be my next time

Come in, Miss Smith.

Don't weaken, Miss Smith.

Please.

The bedroom.

Or perhaps you would prefer the bathroom first?

- The bathroom?
- Yes, yes.

The bathroom is just along here.

Miss Smith?

Please make yourself look as though...

You want to be fertilized.

What a charming silence you make, Miss Smith.

What you need is a drink.

No pity.

With pity, a man is undermined.

Never again. Never again.

Oh, god. what am I doing here?

Come along, Miss Smith.

Blow your lonely nose and come out of there.

If things had been the other way around...

and Tom had known about you,
he'd never had done such a horrible thing.

Horrible?

Secrets, guilty... Yes.

But Tom would imprison you
in his little house and kill you slowly...

of fatty boredom.

The lock doesn't work.

Come on, Miss Smith.

Make an effort.

Breathe calmly. Relax.

You'd think you were going
to be asked to strip before tea.

I am not.

I certainly am not. If that's what you think,
I absolutely am not.

Well, give me your coat then as a token.

- Well, I'm doing my best.
- Of course you are.

There. you have that.

Shall we?

The living room is just here...

where one lives.

Excuse me.

Sit here, Miss Smith.

Calves of leg,

swelling thigh,

white breasts,

mouth of desire.

That's right.

That's the way I've seen you for nearly two years...

with my door open just a crack,

sitting at your desk,

with your knees always neatly together.

I have a headache.

You have a headache?

Haven't you an aspirin or something?

You'd like an aspirin?

Mmmm.

He's mad!

Aspirin.

Who would've suspected him?

I mean, nobody hardly noticed him.

I never did.

Aspirin. In the tea. Where?

I don't want them in the tea.

They fell in. Uh, try it.

I'll take that. Tea.

Why me? Why did you pick on me?

Because you were there to see.

To look at, but never to touch.

Why don't you drink your tea?

Were those old aspirins?

Yes. Uh, yes.

They may taste funny, Mmm.

Why do you keep staring at me?
Because now I can stare at you.

- I can even touch you.
- Only because you're forcing me.

Miss Smith, our agreement...

- says that you are supposed to look happy and willing.
- Happy?

I'm supposed to be getting married
in three weeks' time.

Surely I'm here, forced to do this.

Why don't you take your shoes off and feel comfortable?

And I hate filthy talk!

You said that you'd treat me with respect.

There's nothing filthy about shoes.

And I do have full use, Miss Smith.

Only in...

Only, you know, in... in... full use.

Any man suffering massive sexual frustration...

would be out of his mind
if, getting the girl of his dreams,

he didn't put her to full use.

Now, be reasonable.

If Tom knew you were saying these things to me...

- Tom is a nothing.
- He is not!

Practice forgetting Tom, Miss Smith,

and try looking at me as if you were seeing him.

I love Tom, Mr. Hoffman.

Love is merely a substitute for liking people.

It doesn't make me want you less.

Well, this isn't gonna work anyway.

Where's my handbag?

I smell your hair in my bathroom.

I smell your...

female skin smell in my bathroom.

Can't buy that in a bottle.

Sex, Miss Smith, is wasted on the young.

I'm used to being in a bathroom by myself.

Given time, people catch love and sex...

the way they catch the measles.

Not me, thank you.

Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you do.

I think you do.

If a woman's biological urges can make
her wear her skirt up to her crotch,

- what can they not do?
- I beg your pardon?

Idiot girls standing around at bus
stops, freezing thighs,

bladder trouble spreading wildly.

Are you in good health, Miss Smith?

You don't seem to like women, do you?

Um, why don't you wash your face?

Do you mind leaving me alone, please?

Certainly.

What you are doing to me is atrocious!

The filthiest thing I've ever heard of.

Yes, I am filthy, yes.

But there's no escaping one's fate, Miss Smith.

And I am your fate.

Oh, please, God, let me get away.

Please. Please.

Mr. Hoffman, the water's all overflowing!

I don't know what I did. Look.

The water's overflowing.

Well, there's some more towels in the kitchen.

Yes, get some towels from the kitchen.

Miss Smith, where are you?

Miss Smith?

Miss Smith?

Miss Smith!

Miss Smith.

Have you thought what'll happen
to you if you go through that door?

Yes.

Right. Well,

let's start from the beginning again, shall we?

Please.

Is... is this the only...

- only bed in use?
- Yes.

- What did you expect?
- I don't know.

- How did you imagine it?
- I don't know.

Miss Smith, you are here...

to be two arms, two legs, a face...

and what fits in the mile.

Do you understand?

- I see.
- No, you don't.

No, I don't!

And I'm used to unpacking by myself.

Yes.

These drawers are ready, waiting for you.

Did you phone Mitchell?

He saw me to the station.

Saw you to the station?

Well, he knows about my granny up in Scarborough.

- You told me you had no parents.
- I haven't.

I have my grandmother up in Scarborough.

Well, Tom's never seen her,

but he knows she practically reared me...

and that she falls down.

Falls down?

I told him that she'd fallen down the stairs again,

and that I had to go up and look after her for a while.

- Did he believe you?
- Certainly!

I don't tell lies.

Only the truly innocent can lie
with conviction, Miss Smith.

And, um,

the girls who share your flat?

- So, in fact, nobody knows you're here?
- No.

Nobody.

What's the matter?

Nobody.

What are you doing?

Uh, testing.

Testing what?

Testing reality.

- Me?
- Yes.

I've never, ever touched you before this moment.

All these things have been in my head.

Your legs, your mouth.

I want to eat you.

I want to consume you. I want to lick your knees.

What do you think of a man
who feels like that about you?

A man does feel that way about me.

Oh, no, he doesn't. He couldn't.

Please, let me go home.

Please.

- I can't.
- But you could if you wanted to.

No. It's much too late for that now.

Much too late.

I don't know what to say to you, Mr. Hoffman.

I mean, you're nothing like you are at work.

Even your voice is different.

Um, yes. Yes, I have changed.

For the first time in my life,
the prisoner within me has escaped.

If only you'd understand my position.

Understand you here, now?

Oh, no.

All over the world, the simple
pleasures of the flesh...

are being ruined by women screaming to be understood.

I know what is it now.

You're trying to get your own back
on me for that time about a year ago...

when you wrote me the note.

- Did I write you a note?
- Yes.

Asking me to go out with you.

Said you'd been given tickets to a play or something.

Look, I know I shouldn't have ignored it, but...

you did rather more than ignore it, Miss Smith.

You told all the other girls about it.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

All those girls giggling in the lift behind my back.

It's not that youth is cruel.

It's not that youth is mindless.

It's just simply...

that youth is wasted on the young.

They have no idea how to use it.

I couldn't go out with you because of Tom.

You didn't have Tom then.

- Didn't I?
- No.

You were afraid to go out with me
because of my maniac face.

- No. No.
- Yes. Yes.

Girls all over the world are afraid of men...

- with my expression.
- What expression?

Plain, sad-faced men.

You look at us, all of you, and you're right.

Every Miss Smith, everywhere.

Swarms of mature, sexually starved men,

with their thoughts...

full of breasts and bottoms and thighs...

in offices, buses and trains.

Men who've missed the boat,

but who still need love.

Well, Miss Smith,

their day is coming.

Their revolution is almost upon you.

Just you wait. Just you wait.

Hope never dies in a man...

with a good, dirty mind.

Mmm. Miss Smith?

What?

Uh, shall you comb your hair?

- What?
- And put on some lipstick.

- Now?
- Yes.

And then we'll go out to a restaurant
and eat something.

Go out? You mean, go somewhere and not stay here?

Yes, a restaurant. Food, wine, music, waiters.

Get your handbag.

Oh, but Mr. Hoffman, I can't go
anywhere looking like this.

I look terrible.

Hurry, Miss Smith! Hurry!

Life is awaiting us. Eat or be eaten.

Now, let's have a look at what we've got here.

Uh, avocado with seafood dressing?

- A little pasta, perhaps?
- No, thank you.

Uh, Prosciutto con melone?

Maybe you'd prefer some boiled cat.

- It's off anyway, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Yes, it's off. Hmm. I know.

What a good idea. Snails.

Snails, yes. Six each.

And a bottle of Valpolicella.

- E per dopo, signore?
- Per dopo?

- The osso buco is very good here.
- What's that?

Knuckle of veal on rice.

I can't eat veal. I... it gives me a funny feeling.

Then perhaps you'd like to have something
that doesn't need to be slaughtered?

- Yeah.
- Lamb.

Si, signore. Grazie.

Grazie. Grazie.

That's a charming schoolgirl frown
you have there, Miss Smith.

Many a man would drag you into
the woods just to experience it.

Am I supposed to say something?

Have you, by any chance, any snapshots of yourself...

as a child playing on the sand at Scarborough?

No, I don't suppose you have.

No, I don't suppose I have.

It's a pity. there are two people in all of us...

the child in the snapshot,

and the monster the child grows into.

Ah, the snails. Good.

Where breaths may co-mingle,

two should always eat the same food.

Thank you. This implement is
for holding the snail shell.

- Voila.
- Have they got garlic?

Well, I sincerely hope they have, yes.

Tom's mother says that only french
railway workers eat garlic.

You're very witty, Miss Smith.

Really?

Witty and informative.

You tell me volumes about Tom's
mother in one simple sentence.

- Aren't you gonna eat them?
- I don't like them.

How do you know you don't like them
if you haven't tried them?

Go on, try one, Miss Smith.

Free yourself. Be venturesome.

It's a new eating experience.

I remember the day my father introduced me to snails.

"Hello, snails," I said. "How are you?"

"Tres bien, merci," they said.

"We who are about to be eaten salute you."

I said, "they're worms, father."

He said, "no, they're not. they're snails."

And did I but open my mind to experience,

and also to snails.

Did you know that stone age men
ate snails at fertility feasts?

This butter disgusts me.

And that it's rather rude to talk with your mouth full?

- Anything wrong, madam?

No, no. It's fine, thank you.

I should like to propose a toast.

To your snails, Miss Smith,

to your knees, Miss Smith,

and to you, Miss Smith.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Snails, snails.

Osso buco and his rhythm section.

Well, Miss Smith, what do you like before going to bed?

Cocoa? acupuncture?

Hmm?

What's the matter? Are you not feeling well?

The waiter kept filling up my cup with black coffee.

Ah, well, you should go to bed.

I'm not tired.

- Oh, yes, you are tired.
- No.

Oh, yes, I am. I am tired.

Yes, you are tired. Now, then, unfortunately,

I don't have a dressing room.

So I'll get my toothbrush,
and you can have
first call on the bathroom.

How would that suit you? That be all right?

I... shall use the servants' quarters.

You're tired, Miss Smith.

I'll take five or six aspirin,

and that'll make me feel numb all over.

I hope you're worth it. That's all I can say.

Put on lots of perfume, Miss Smith.

Everywhere.

I like it.

Have you everything you want, Miss Smith?

Have I what?

I say, have you everything you want?

I feel sick.

Heartburn. It's all that black coffee.

Well, you should've told the waiter
to stop filling your cup.

Should've told the waiter to stop filling my cup.

Once I loved a pretty girl

I loved her as my life

and I'd gladly give my heart and hand

to make her my wife

Make her my wife

My God. He's getting drunk.

I put my hands around her neck

and relieved her of her life

I relieved her

of her life

You didn't have to take me out
and give me things to make me feel sick.

I'll be in bed should you
be searching for me, Miss Smith.

Are you setting up house in the bathroom, Miss Smith?

Miss Smith?

What is happening in your life, Miss Smith?

I have a headache.

You have another headache?

I have heartburn.

You have heartburn and another headache?

Why not malaria and prickly heat?

Well, have you any bread soda in the house?

No, but I do have a spare piece of rope.

Night thoughts, Saturday, October the third.

Every girl is a flower garden...

with a compost heap at the bottom.

And many a noble man...

has had to drown his dwarf wife in a zinc bath...

or strangle an idiot girl on a muddy common...

in order to draw attention to himself.

Reality betrays us all.

Reality betrays us all, Miss Smith.

Miss Smith?

- Take a letter.
- What?

Take a letter, Miss Smith.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

To Miss Janet Smith, care of this address.

Dear Miss Smith. Go to bed.

Yours faithfully, Benjamin Hoffman.

Come, Miss Smith.

Embrace your fate.

Do you know the most natural thing in the world?

No.

To awaken one morning...

and find a strange,

beautiful, naked girl...

asleep by your side.

My dream. Every man's dream.

I beg to remind you, Mr. Hoffman,
that you said you'd treat me with respect.

Yes, yes, of course.

Hand me the alarm clock, please.

What's that for? I've set it for 6:00.

I'm one of those people that wake up
full of energy and passion for life...

in the early morning.

- 6:00 in the morning?
- Yes.

Never partake of the best things in life,

Miss Smith, when one is tired.

Experience teaches that.

Is there anything you need?

A long-playing record?

Hat pin?

No, no.

What's that?

Sleeping pills. It will calm the nerves
after this day of excitement.

And when I awake,

I shall find your fair, serene face...

asleep beside me...

on that pillow.

How will I ever look Tom in the face again?

With guilt, apprehension,

remembering the unspeakable... me.

I feel terrible.

Miss Smith?

It's not only homosexuals who don't like women.

Hardly anybody likes them.

Now, please, Miss Smith, lie down, go to sleep,

to awaken and find...

your fair form...

beside me.

He's sleeping. Freshening himself up.

I can't ever remember being awake
at 4:00 in the morning.

I should've told Tom.

I should. I should.

He'd have known what to do.

At night is bad enough,

but at 6:00 in the morning
with the little birds singing,

no, I won't, ever!

Barbara...

that's better.

Oh, naked, strange, pale girl...

found in my bed...

one summer morning.

What? What? What? what, indeed, Miss J. Smith.

What?

Tell me, Miss Smith, is it your habit to go to bed...

wearing a costume, coat, hat and high-heeled shoes?

I was cold.

This is something you do with Tom.

- What is?
- Going to bed in a rubber mackintosh.

- I do not!
- You mean you don't go to bed with Tom?

No! y... what's that got to do with it?

Are you trying to tell me that you have
no pills, no experience?

That you are, in fact, a complete novice?

Lots of girls like me are like that.

This is utterly, utterly, utterly ridiculous.

Stay there. Don't move. Don't move.

Stay there.

Women cheat by instinct.

Put the kettle on.

Put the kettle on!

Miss Smith?

Unplug the kettle by disconnecting the plug, please.

The cups and saucers are over there.

The tea is in that...

small colored tin with the Chinese
gentleman painted on the front.

And, uh,

you'll find the cow...

tethered in the refrigerator.

All these things blended together in their
correct proportions...

should result in a concoction known as tea.

Incidentally, Miss Smith,
now that we've given up escaping,

we won't need...

to eat our breakfast dressed for the street.

And we won't need your bag by the front door.

No.

Hmm. incidentally, have you brought...

stout walking shoes with you?

No.

Hmm. Problem.

Anything else?

Yes. Yes.

How fresh it is. How clean the air.

Only 80 tons of soot per acre falling today.

Come along, Miss Smith. Come along.

Look. London.

And could you but hear yourself
speak over the traffic's roar,

you might be in the heart of the country.

Come along, Miss Smith.

Come along.

- It's a windmill!
- Yes, a wind machine...

on a wild heath in London.

That's Richmond park over there, or
we could walk to the Thames down this way.

I don't want to go to Richmond park.

Mr. Hoffman!

Am I walking too fast for you?

Come on, Miss Smith. Use your body.

It's good for you. Come on.

Mr. Hoffman, I've skinned my heel!

Food, food, boys!

Hanging would be too good for you.

I should've told Tom and let him kill you!

Mr. Hoffman!

Mr. Hoffman!

Come along, Miss Smith. Come along.

Mr. Hoffman!

Mr. Hoffman!

Look how red it is. Look.

Hmm. Feet are bad enough, Miss Smith.

Skinned heels are going much too far.

Uh, take your stocking off.

Stockings!

Here, clean it up.

I can't touch it.

You're not looking at it.

Give me the plaster, please.

Many a good man has been destroyed by pity, Miss Smith.

You're just like my granny.

She puts ointment on plaster.

It is not my ambition to become your granny.

I don't think that plaster is big enough.

It is quite big enough.

Now then, I suggest you try...

an antiseptic cream and skinned heel sandwich.

They're very good.

Why don't you drink some coffee? It'll waken you up.

Coffee? It was all that black coffee...

that kept me awake last night.

- What?
- You'll have to lie down, Miss Smith.

- I what?
- Come and have a little sleep.

Oh, no, I don't want to go to bed.

No, you don't want to go to bed.

You just want to have a little sleep.

All that fresh air has knocked you out.

Well, I don't want to go to bed.

I'll keep the army out, Miss Smith.

You have a little sleep.

Wake up, Miss Smith.

Wake up.

"Chicken cacciatore.

Medallions of 'buff."

Ham. Yeah. "I'll have roasted ham...

"with baked potatoes in their jackets.

"And then afterwards

"uh, afterwards,

I think I'd better have some stewed prunes."

"Barbara Anne Hoffman."

Barbara Hoffman.

"To appear in high court three weeks hence,

Monday morning, 10:00."

"How did she become, in so short a time,

"such a...

"vain, demanding, treacherous woman?

"She was old enough.

"It should have shown from the beginning.

"What blinded us? Or am I several people?

"To think that many a man hanged for such a wife.

Where was my judgement?"

- How much did you read?
- Read?

Nothing. Nothing.

You never told me you were married.

Who escapes, Miss Smith?

You, of course, read the last entry first.

"A lifetime to be consumed in a week.

"Can I consume her utterly in a week?

"Miss Smith has a soft, young body...

"and a soft, young mind.

"If a man could eat a girl's soft,
young body like an ice cream,

"he would not have to struggle to live...

with her soft, young mind."

Where did you get those slippers?

What's the matter?

Take them off, please.

Well, I have a sore heel.

Now you have murderer's feet.

You can't win this game, Miss Smith.

- Game?
- You don't know the rules.

Let's have some breakfast and ease the horror a bit.

I suggest...

toast, just golden,

dressed with cold-pressed virgin olive oil,

wheat germ and maple syrup,

Chinese lapsang souchong tea with lemon and honey.

Can you scramble eggs?

Yes.

Your accomplishments never cease
to amaze me, Miss Smith.

Oh, mother.

Was it for long? Your marriage, I mean.

No, fortunately.

Was it recently?

Yes, very recently.

Most men have their disasters early.

I, being careful, came to mine somewhat later.

She... she's not likely to come back now
or anything, is she?

Highly unlikely.

Madam. Good afternoon.

Thank you very much, sir. Thanks very much.

Let's go home, Miss Smith.

How very pretty you look, Miss Smith,
in the fading light.

I could do with a little help in the kitchen.

My mother always told me to keep out of the kitchen,

that I might get boiled in mistake for a potato.

- These forks smell.
- Why don't you wash them?

That woman you have, she doesn't clean them properly.

Once I knew a pretty girl

oh, I loved her as my life...

Why have you stopped?

An amateur performance, Miss Smith.

An amateur performance.

I've heard that before.

I heard it somewhere, but I can't
remember what the words are.

The words?

Once I knew a pretty girl.

I loved her as my wife.

But I put my hands about her neck...

and relieved her of her life.

Why don't you want me to like you?

Why don't you stop staring me
in the face with your doomed youth?

I didn't invent life or death, Miss Smith.

And why don't you ever call me Janet?

And have you become a human being?

I haven't got time for all that mess.

Do you mind if I start? I'm hungry.

Mmmm. Hungry, yes.

Women are always hungry for something.

Fallopian tubes with teeth.

Have some wine, Miss Smith.

Are you satisfied with your day
of domesticity, Mr. Hoffman?

Yes, yes. I saw your strong, handsome legs...

standing at my sink,

and I was satisfied.

Yes, yes.

My head's in a fog.

Then drive carefully, Miss Smith.

Have you anything in the house for... for this?

For what?

For not going, you know...

Well, it happens to me when I'm in strange places.

I looked in the bathroom cabinet,
and there was only one senna pod there.

Miss Smith, you are here...

so that you may give me...

a tremendous sensual and erotic experience.

Well, how do you think I feel having to say this?

And how do you think I feel
having to give you colonic irrigation?

Open your mouth, please.

Liquid paraffin? oh, no, I don't think
I could. It's too oily.

It is not oily, Miss Smith. open your mouth, please.

Open your mouth!

Girls with vain faces and pert airs and graces...

would have you suppose that under their clothes...

there was more than a tube and some lumps.

Very well.

And there's more where that came from.

Liquid paraffin. Everybody's wedding night.

Reassure yourself.

Tell yourself you're calm and sleepy.

Repeat 20 times:

"lips that touch kippers shall never touch mine."

you must never become a person, Miss Smith.

That would be...

unendurable.

Oh, god! What...

a cramp in the arch of the foot! It travels up the leg,

grips the leg muscle like iron.

The only thing to do is to stamp it hard on the ground.

The Japanese have a name for it.
I can't think of what it is.

- The pain is...
- Oh, God!

What are you doing, Miss Smith?

Now do I know what I'm doing or where I am...

Or what's going on or anything?

Get back into bed, Miss Smith. Get back into bed.

I just want to say this to you, Mr. Hoffman.

I just want to say this.
I don't know where you came from,

by my father was a master carpenter in Dublin.

I was an only child, and I was
brought up very, very well.

It is the middle of the night, Miss Smith.

You forced me to come and live with you for a week.

All those threats. We'd go to prison,
Tom would do hard labor.

Frightening me.

And then, after all that, what?

After all that, nothing!

Days and days keeping me in suspense and misery!

Every cripple must creep his own way,
Miss Smith. I've done my very best.

When a woman starts complaining, it means...

that she is feeling thoroughly at home.

Well, I didn't come here to feel thoroughly at home.

My God. If I told anybody in their right minds...

that you brought me here to take
sleeping pills every night and snore...

- Just one moment!
- I beg your pardon?

- I do not snore.
- Oh, yes, Mr. Hoffman, you do snore.

- Immediately I go to sleep?
- Immediately.

- Softly?
- Loudly.

- Loudly?
- Very loudly.

- Has nobody ever told you before, Mr. Hoffman?
- Stop!

I recognize this conversation. Good night, Miss Smith.

Good night! It just shows how you
can be mistaken about people.

Everybody in the office thinks, "Oh, yes.

Quiet and firm. A gentleman."

- God, I wish I was dead!
- It is the middle of the night, Miss Smith!

I don't care! I've been telling you for days! Oh, God!

It's all this uncertainty.
I don't even know what you really know about Tom.

- You don't?
- Right. No.

We'll settle that once and for all.

Take a memo, Miss Smith.

The firm we work for transports...

30,000 pounds of cigarettes at a time on each truck.

Your Tom sold information to thieves...

where a truck would be,
at what time and at what route...

and received, or receives,
from the thieves a commission.

And when he went to the cafe to meet the men, I saw it.

They gave him money. A truck stops,
the driver goes into a lavatory.

When he comes out the truck's gone,

and Tom gets a few hundred pounds...

towards your house, your wedding.

He said he'd never do it again.
I'll see he never does, never!

What does it matter what he did?

All that matters is that you're here now.

But you promised...

- Yes, I promised...
- That... that you'd say nothing...

- That I'd say nothing.
- If I came here.

And I did. I came here,

and I've been here three whole days.

Please, Miss Smith,

Take the rest of the night off and go to sleep.

What good is it to you, me just hating you?
Just hating you?

Sleep, sleep, sleep, Miss Smith.

I hate you. I hate you.

Hate you.

Mr. Hoffman?

Mr. Hoffman?

Mr. Hoffman, I can't move my head.

Miss Smith, you are highly susceptible
to physical ailments,

but this is, by far, the most attractive
you have yet presented me with.

Come into my surgery, please, and sit down.

There. Now.

What's that? Rheumatism lineament or leather dye?

I don't want leather dye. Bare your neck, please.

Now, where does it hurt?

- In there. All there.
- All there?

Mmmm. Right.

Ow! That burns.

It may burn, Miss Smith, but it's doing you good.

Is that better?

A little.

Your neck that beckoned to me...

through office walls...

and arranged your fate.

Your neck...

so young, so pretty, so defenseless.

What did you say?

In the office, the back of your neck...

was forever calling to me for help.

Rubbish.

"Help me. Help me," your neck said.

"Lead me to my fate."

You kissed me.

Shall I take a memo, Mr. Hoffman, that you kissed me?

You're mistaken, Miss Smith.

My fingers merely brushed your neck.

But you blush, Miss Smith.

Could it be that you've been touched by my maleness?

No, Mr. Hoffman.

Could it be that you've been touched...

by the soul behind this bloodhound face?

No, Mr. Hoffman.

Then what?

By your liquid paraffin.

Reality betrays us all.

Reality betrays us all, Miss Smith.

No, No. Go on, have a guess.

All right, nothing. Nothing. You win. Three guesses.

And here we are.

Here we are what?

Here we are, Miss Smith.

Who lives here? I will.

I will live here in my new flat.

Come and have a look inside.

Of course, there's still a lot to be done,
but it's coming along slowly but surely.

Don't you think?

This unit's going over there.

Of course, this'll have to be enlarged. Otherwise,

Santa Claus will never get up it or down it.

This is nice, isn't it?

Teak oil.

What's wrong with the old place?

Oh, well, you know.

Treacheries, miseries,

failure, despair.

It's haunted. What colors are you going to have?

I'm gonna have white for purity,

yellow for experience, and black to make me cheerful.

It's nice making an old house into a new house.

Good afternoon, captain.

- Who's that?
- That's Fred down there.

Hello, Fred, down there. Hello, Miss.

- Did the new boiler arrive?
- Yes, sir.

We've stuck it in the corner, shortened the pipes.

Ah.

It should really go over there.

- Just a minute. I'll come down and show you.
- All right.

This must be the kitchen.

I would have a table here...

with a different sort of tablecloth.

And...

the stove's going there.

Oh, well, that's all right. I'd have...

I'd have a clock over there,

cupboards running underneath,

lots of jars.

And I'd have check curtains.

Well, Mrs. Mitchell, have you decided to take it?

Or perhaps one of the upper-floor flats?

Modest ground rents, long leases. Very good investment.

- You've bought the whole house?
- Oh, yes, yes.

- Will the upstairs flats be very expensive?
- Excessive, yes.

Enough to allow one a sort of private life, freedom.

It's a very nice house, Mr. Hoffman.

Yes.

Would you like to see the rest of the house?

- Yes.
- Good. Right.

Is that the only song you know?

Come here.

I'll teach you something from my extensive repertoire.

This is known as "chopsticks." Right?

And you start by playing these two notes...

together, and then you go to these two notes.

They're a little bit further apart.
Then these two notes.

Then these two notes,

which are quite a long way apart, see?

Don't worry about the bits in the mile. I'll do that.

- Okay.
- Think you can do that?

I don't know. I'll try.

Really, we start there, and there, and there.

Right. And I'll play down here. You play up there.

Okay. That'll be a duet for instant cacophony.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

One, two, three.

Good.

- You've got it.
- Yes.

Now, one more time.

You're going too fast. You're going too fast.
Wait for me.

I am waiting for you.

Tom plays the guitar.

I should've phoned Tom...

to tell him how I was and everything,

and how granny was.

But I couldn't. I mean, he'd have...

He'd have known it was from London, wouldn't he?

Well, you can phone him anyway.

Tell him the call's coming from Scarborough.
I'll be the long-distance operator.

- You would?
- Yes, yes, yes.

- Do you know the number? Dial it.
- Oh, yes.

Go on. Go on.

It's ringing.

It is ringing.

Hello? Uh, this is the long-distance operator.

We have a call for a Mr. Tom Mitchell, please.

It's his mother.

Hold the line, please.

Hello, Mrs. Mitchell? Yes, it's me, Janet.

Oh... oh, granny? Oh, she's fine.

We'll, she'll be better in a day or two.

Yeah, and could I speak to Tom?

Oh. At the tennis club.

I see.

Um... um... No.

Just... just tell him, um, that I rang,

and that everything's fine and that I'll be home soon.

Oh, no, he can't.

No..no, he mustn't. I won't be here.

And... No.

Mrs. Mitchell, my granny, she's better now, yeah.

And I'll be home to London tomorrow.

Yeah, on the first train.

Well, if not the first train, an early train anyway.

But Tom is not to come up. Is that clear?

Um, I have to go now. Good-bye.

- Tomorrow?
- It was all I could think of...

to stop him from going up
and knocking on my granny's door.

Wh-what could I do? I had to say something.

But tomorrow, Miss Smith.

I've only had four days.

What difference does it make to you?

Well, it makes all the difference in the world.

The last days were to be the most important.

Well, I will be here...

Until tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

Sorry it wasn't like what you thought or anything.

No.

Nothing like I thought.

Nothing like I have to do now.

I must go out...

for about 20 minutes.

There's something I have to do.

About 20 minutes.

"Barbara Anne Hoffman."

"Dear Ben.

"You and your ideas of cozy family life make me sick.

"I'm going to be famous...

"and have lots of beautiful men...

"make love to me.

And be free..."

Miss Smith?

Miss Smith?

Miss Smith?

Miss Smith, are you there? Can you hear me?

Coming. I'm just in the bathroom.

I was afraid being on my own,

so I put the chain on.

Are you in bed?

Yes.

Not tonight, Miss Smith.

Not tonight.

I'm not going to have anything
to hold over me when I'm married,

if that's what you think.

Oh, naked,

pale,

fair girl...

found in my bed...

one summer morning.

I hate you. I hate you!

I want to say something to you, Mr. Hoffman.

You insulted me. Insulted me!

That was never my intention, Miss...

what's wrong with you is that
you're afraid even to kiss someone.

Just because you married
that awful woman and her gin bottles.

You couldn't even look me straight in the face.

You think everyone's like that, don't you?

Looking at the back of my neck in the office.

You've made a fool of me, Mr. Hoffman!

But I have...

treated you always with the utmost respect.

Exactly!

Did you find me all that repulsive?

You know, when I came here,
I came prepared for the very worst.

You're just a rotten hoaxer, Mr. Hoffman.

You never even kissed me!

I hate you.

You never even kissed me.

You'll remember me, Miss Smith.

You'll remember me...

in weeks of grinding domestic boredom...

when you're married to...

Tom's mother.

You see, I wanted to show you things.

I wanted to baby you.

You need an older man.

Will Tom brush your hair?

Will Tom...

Rub the back of your neck?

You could live like a little mouse in my pocket.

We'd dance and sing...

and drive in the sun with the hood down.

I wanted a chance to show you that...

A man's face... doesn't matter all that much.

I've loved you, Miss Smith,

like a doting idiot...

for 18 months...

and two weeks.

I wanted to woo you.

You what?

I... I wanted to woo you.

Get out! Go on, get out!

It's getting late.

What... what are you doing?

Look, you can't go yet. Um...

This... this is our last morning.

You must have breakfast in bed. I insist.

You insist? Please, please.

Yes.

Please. There, there.

I'll peel your egg for you.

There. That's that.

Put the radio on now.

I'm used to having my breakfast by myself.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, of course.

Actually, I'll, um...

Well, I'll... I'll just get a newspaper,

and, um, you can read that by yourself.

Uh, yes.

There's The Times.

Don't read the obituaries. They're always depressing.

Radio. I'll just take this out of your way.

Well, bon appetit.

Times.

Yes?

Do you live here, sir?

Yes.

I'm Tom. Tom Mitchell.

Oh, yes, yes.

Mitchell from the office.
I suppose you must have some message.

Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Hoffman.
I'm... I'm looking for someone.

- It's so bloody silly. Someone must be having me on.
- Who?

What?

Who... who are you looking for?

My fiancee, Janet Smith. She works in the typing pool.

Come in.

Oh, thank you, sir. Um...

Uh, we're a little late.
She's only just having breakfast.

I do hope it's not bad news or anything.

She was so... so happy this morning.

Um, but anyway, as it's obviously so urgent,

you'd, uh... you'd better see her.

Um, she's, um...

she's...

in there.

I'm a lucky man

doing the best I can

but it's plain to see

that you don't love me

Oh, mother.

Why aren't you in Scarborough with your grandmother?

I'm sick. I couldn't go. I put you on the train.

Well, um, I had to come back.

I thought this was written by a raving loony.

I was gonna throw it away.

What are you doing here?

This was at the office this morning. It was on my desk.

"Once you had a pretty girl.

"You and she were to be wed.

"Now she's at 24 Malet Court...

"in another man's bed.

"Signed, well wisher.

"P.S.: take a friend's advice.

"Catch a boat tonight.

Canada is the land of opportunity."

God, Tom, I never, never...
look, he said that if I came here...

No, no, no. I'll tell you from the beginning.

- You and him?
- No! Not me and him!

I thought you were in Scarborough
with your grandmother.

What is she doing here?

Well, Mitchell, look. Nowadays,

people demand greater freedom, more from life.

We are each called upon for tolerance, understanding.

Well, what is she doing here?

Well, we shall have to tell him, darling.

No, Mr. Hoffman. I'll tell him.

Look, Tom, I'll be ready in a moment.
You just wait for me downstairs.

You've no time for niceties, Mitchell.

You're about to be found out.

Janet and I... well,

we're very, very old friends.

Tom, he's a lunatic! Don't listen to him.

Please! I know you've been selling
information to people...

who steal the firm's goods in transit.

- I know.
- Why did you tell him?

- I've already paid the deposit on our house!
Why? - But I didn't!

Resign, disappear.

Canada, Australia. The South African police needs you.

Disappear, Mitchell.

Disappear.

I might even... pay your fare.

You're not gonna listen. You're not.

- Go on, please, Tom. Wait for me downstairs.
- Janet, I can't go...

- Tom, please! - Look, please, Janet!
- Let me stay here!

Wait for me, please.

- Janet!
- Well wisher!

You! Now you know he only cares about himself.

If there was a crime to stop hanging with
people like you in the world...

- Where are you going?
- Where do you think I'm going?

To get on with my own life.

He won't want you now.

Why don't you shut up!
He thinks you've been living with me.

- He'll never understand.
- He will. He will.

I... I'll take him away somewhere.
I'll make him understand.

And I love you. I adore you.

I worship every inch of your idiot body.

Your hair, your teeth, your being a girl.

Stay with me, Janet.

Why? Why did you bring Tom here?

Well, you see, it was all or nothing.

It turned into that.

You... or nothing.

- You and me?
- Yes.

You and me.

Look at you.

Who wants you? You're mad...

and... and you're ugly.

Janet! Miss Smith!

Please, Miss Smith. Listen to me.

I... I wanted to take advantage of you,
but I found I couldn't.

I love you too much for that.

I wanted you to love me. Just a little.

Oh, Mr. Hoffman.

Good-bye.

If I'm wrong it's nice pretending

It may soon be my next time

I can offer you

the autumn of my life

will you share it...

You and that horrible old man,

getting mixed up with people like that.

Oh, dear God.

What are we going to do? It's so bloody unfair.

Lots of people do it. They get away with it. Why me?

Yes, and lots of people go to prison too, Tom.

Where are we to go?

He was getting on so well.

He was only saying the other day
how much the people at work liked him.

We can't go away.

We can't go to a cold climate.

I can't leave my home.

We'll find a way out, mum.

You could go to the police.

Police? No, thank you.

Look, what's the worst that can happen, Tom?

A year in prison?

A year?

You wouldn't talk like that
if you had to go through it.

I did say I'd take half the blame.

And all you'd get would be your picture in the papers.

Janet, couldn't you talk to that man again?

I mean, you spent a week with him.

- Four days.
- Can't you...

Can't you find out?

Make sure he'll say nothing.

If only. Oh, if only.

Yes, I could speak to him again.

Tom?

Tom, would you like me
to go back and speak to him again?

Yes, yes, Anything you can do.

You mean, you wouldn't mind
if I went back to him... to talk to him?

You've been living with him!
What difference does it make?

Oh. I see.

I see.

Well, I'm going home now...

to think about it.

Don't come with me, Tom.

Stay with your mother. She needs you.

Go away.

There's something I want to ask you.

What do you want to ask me?

Can I give up going to work?

Yes.

And...

Can I have piano lessons?

- Yes.
- From a real teacher?

Yes.

And can I choose the things for the new kitchen?

- Yes.
- And...

- And can I...
- Yes, anything.

And...

Can you kiss me now, please?

Now?

Well, it's all right.

I just wanted to make sure it would be
all right when you did kiss me.

Oh.

Can I go to bed now, please?

Because I'm tired.

I can offer you

the autumn of my life

will you share it

Miss Smith? Take a memo.

What, Mr. Hoffman?

Welcome home.

Yours sincerely...

If I'm wrong

it's nice pretending

It may soon be my next time