Hoffman

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...