All language subtitles for Connecting Rooms (1970).eng

Wanda? It's Mickey.

Can I come in a moment,
it's terribly important.

Hello, Princess.

Yes?

You have a room for rent?

Oh, yes, dear.

Come in, you come in.

Would you mind
waiting here, dear,

while I go and get the keys?

Bless you, Wanda, love.

Play well tonight!

Oh, it's two flights up,

but there's a smashing view
of the park.

- Oh, Mr. Hollister.
- Mrs. Brent.

Don't forget to turn
your lights out when you go out.

Yes, Ma'am.

That was Mickey Hollister,

he used to work in the shop
till he met his Miss Fleming.

Now he's a composer,
you know, pop music.

I don't know if he's
any good or not.

Oh, Miss Fleming,
Miss Fleming, Miss Fleming!

Can you hear me, dear?

I do wish you'd practice
at the theater,

I'm not letting
rehearsal rooms, you know.

Oh, did you hear that,
she's so clever.

She's a great artist, not the
ordinary sort you find in rooms.

You know, the shabby type
who always eat sardines for tea.

Well, there it is, four pounds.

In advance.

I'll take it.

Oh, I'm so glad, dear.

And if you want anything,
I'm in the basement.

Always in the basement.

Night and day.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Don't scrape the walls, dear.

She's gone to the theater.

What do you do, dear?

- I'm a schoolmaster.
- Oh, really?

- In London?
- No, in the country.

If you excuse me,
I think I'd better go now...

In the country?

But school started weeks ago,

I know that
by the kids next door.

Now listen, dear,
you are working, aren't you?

Yes, I'm on an
educational leave...

Research, the British Museum.

Oh, that's interesting.

Well, the bell doesn't work,
and if you want me,

I'm in the basement.

Taxi!

Yes, Clifford Street,
Mayfair, please.

- Evening.
- At last.

- Good evening, Mr. Hollister.
- Evening, Lou.

Lou been looking
after you, then?

Yeah, sure he has.

- Brandy, please, Lou.
- And?

And whatever
Miss Hallam's having.

- Mr. Grayson's waiting.
- Oh, yeah?

- Sorry darling, it's business.
- Oh.

It won't take long.

- Evening, Dick.
- Mickey.

Thank you for coming.

As you reminded me
that I owe you,

I came along...
What's on your mind?

- Claudia Fouchet, that's what.
- Oh?

Well, you manage her, don't you?

- So?
- So she has been so wrongly.

This... this is for her.

So you want Claudia
to record your song?

- Yeah.
- As a single, of course.

Why, yes.

Well, I must say it,
you a certain nerve

to go along
with all your other charms.

Now what about a track record?

You know how
she feels about unknowns.

Come on, Dick,
you're not telling me

that she was born in the charts?

Next you'll be telling me Bassey
rode into town in a rolls.

- Why don't you try Bassey?
- I don't know her manager.

And anyway, even if I did,
we wouldn't be...

He doesn't owe me.

No, Mickey.

It's not on.

She arrives late
and she's got a tough schedule.

Yes, I know, the full treatment,

- London airport.
- Nine o'clock.

Oh, no you don't, stay away.

Oh sure, sure.

Anyway, no hard feelings, huh?

- Good, but lay off it.
- Good, right.

- Hello, Johnny.
- Hi.

- I need the car.
- What, again?

- Listen, I sell cars...
- Don't lend them, I know.

Why don't you buy it,
I'd be happy at just 200 down,

- what do you say?
- Somebody's arriving,

I've got to be there.

A bird, I suppose?

- French, canary.
- Okay.

All right,
but for Christ's sake,

don't pile it up
on the motorway.

The owner might get mad.

Thank you.

Hey. Fisy

- oh.
- Where are we going, then?

I'm sorry, we are not.

Business...
But it won't take long,

and anyway, Johnny's a swinger.

Well, you got to admit it,
the boy's got style.

Style?

Who else could borrow a car

and dump a girl
all in one breath?

Well, looks like
you're stuck with me.

- Where to, then?
- Does it matter?

Stand by, she's here.

- Good evening, madam.
- Good evening.

Miss Fouchet, can I say
you're looking forward

- to the concert?
- This one's for Edith,

- please, Miss Fouchet.
- Thank you.

Hold it please, Miss Fouchet,
just one more.

Very well, Madam,
but it'll take a moment.

Jiladidad

♪ maybe you found ♪

♪ somebody new ♪

♪ ooh, somebody who's ♪

♪ agreeing with you ♪

♪ only to please you ♪

♪ then Pierre is pleased ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

♪ oh, why were you playing ♪

♪ the game of love ♪

♪ to please Pierre ♪

♪ leading me on ♪

♪ in the name of love ♪

♪ to please Pierre ♪

do you come with the room?

Well, I don't
come that easy, no,

but it could be arranged.

Could also very easily be
arranged to have you thrown out.

Yes, it could,
but why should you?

Except to please Dick Grayson.

- So you're Mickey?
- Mmm.

Hmm.

- Richard told me about you.
- Did he, now?

Look, he must have
told you how I feel.

I don't know how you found me
but I'm very tired,

so either you go
or I'll call the desk.

No, don't bother.

Just let me
leave you with something.

It's the least a man can do.

Just look it over.

Now say get out.

- Get out.
- Right.

I'll be in touch, Miss Fouchet.

Be beautiful.

J the winds of march that
make my heart a dancer ♪

♪ a telephone that rings
but who's to answer ♪

♪ oh, how the ghost
of you clings ♪

♪ clings... clings... clings ♪

♪ clings... clings... ♪

♪ clings... clings... clings... ♪

Don't you think you ought
to help that thing?

♪ clings... clings... ♪

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's this doorway.

Doesn't lock, never has.

- I'm Wanda Fleming.
- How do you do?

- Wallraven.
- Cracked it, maybe.

- But it relaxes me.
- Oh, that's perfectly all right.

Is there anything you need?

- No, no thank you.
- Tea, coffee?

- Perhaps another pillow?
- No.

- Mrs. Brent's beds are shocking.
- No, no, thank you.

Thank you very much,
excuse me, goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Princess!
- Mickey!

What's happening
in the outside world?

You should ask!

Publishers, agents,
I'm up to here with 'em.

Sometimes I wish
I were back in the shop.

Then the only writing I had
to do was in the cash book.

But this pop world's a jungle.

You can have it.

Well then, don't do it.

You're capable of being
whatever you want to be,

Did you have
a good performance tonight?

Oh, yes, people are very kind.

Oh, you're lucky... you're happy.

- You're not?
- Oh, how can you ask?

No money, no background,
living in a dump

on the wrong side of the park.

And me being so class conscious.

Just my luck, born in Ealing.

Well, I'm sure
there are worse places.

Not where I come from, we're
opposite a fish and chip shop.

Mm, if my friends knew,

they think I'm from
a good school, wealthy parents.

So you're not,
is that a drawback?

I want to be filthy rich.

Oodles of it!

Tell me, Mickey.

Is there anything more important
to you than money?

Uh, some things
are all right, I guess.

How could anything be
just "all right"?

Have convictions.

Without convictions,
life's just a banana.

Mr. Prescott used to say,

"life's like a coffee grinder,
and we're the coffee beans."

Oh, I've a new neighbor
in Mr. Prescott's room.

- He's very distinguished.
- Yes, I saw him.

I mean, I am a burden...

Well, I try not to cost you,
I've even started doing

my own laundry
at the laundromat.

Just think, my fire goes out,

I need a shilling for the meter,
I meet you.

I know.

Princess, you're very pretty.

Oh, thank you.

But I've never made love to you.

Don't you have needs, Princess?

Oh, Mickey, stop.

Oh, now you're angry with me.

Oh, you'd never consider it,
not now.

Consider what?

Princess...

Lend me 200 pounds.

Oh, you're funny.

Well, flat feet aren't funny,

I'm getting 'em from
all the walking I'm doing.

- I need a car.
- A car?

- Where'd you walk to?
- All over the place,

like an ancient courier going

from village to village,
it's medieval!

Well, there's always
London transport.

A bus?

What if my friends saw me?

It's only 200 pounds
and I swear I'll repay it.

Pound by pound.

I don't have 200 pounds.

What about your
post office savings?

Well, that's for my old age.

Oh, you'll never be old.

Two more days, my birthday.

Your birthday?

But don't tell me, let me guess.

Bet you're not more than 35,
36 at the most.

Oh now,
don't be absurd, I'm old.

Such an old little girl.

Tell you what,
you buy a bottle of champagne,

and I'll come and drink it
with you after your show.

That would be lovely.

How'd you know about
my post office savings?

Oh, nosing around, you know me.

Oh god, oh god.

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

- Are you hurt?
- No...

You are drenched.

I'm terribly sorry, but I
leaned against that door, and...

You must take this wet coat off.

Oh no, no, I'll...

If you don't take it off,
you will catch pneumonia.

I know... I'll make you
a nice hot cup of tea.

- Oh, no, please...
- A hot cup of tea

- with a dash of Brandy.
- Oh.

My mother used to say
Brandy was the best cure

for anything... do sit down.

No really, I couldn't
put you to all this trouble.

It is no trouble,
no trouble at all.

This is a paraffin heater,
much cheaper than gas.

Your predecessor, Mr. Prescott,
had a paraffin heater.

But he took it with him,
of course.

There's a shop not far from here
that sells them.

Next door to the launderette.

Mr. Prescott loved my tea,
not too strong for you?

Just right, it's excellent.

Now he's gone, but Mickey
drops in now and then, he's...

Well, he's my, my protege.

He sent me this Valentine,

don't you think it's pretty?

Very.

But why...

Why did you take
that dreary little room?

Well, when I arrived
at the station I was tired,

- and I...
- Where are you from?

What? No, no, no thank you.

What? Oh, Devonshire.

Devonshire, so many trees.

I love trees.

If you're ever looking for me,

you'll find me sitting
under a tree in the park.

Yes, quite.

I'm terribly sorry, but I have
a dreadful memory for names,

what'd you say your name was?

Dr. Wallraven...
Uh, James Wallraven.

- Oh, a doctor?
- Well, academically speaking,

I'm a doctor, but I suppose you
should call me a schoolmaster.

What do you teach?

The boys at school
call me "The Doc"

or "The Professor."

Oh, I teach literature,
the classics.

What are you doing in London?

I often come up to London,
I usually stay at my club,

but, well, this time I thought

I'd get away, be alone.

Oh, it's just a visit, then?

Well, I'm here to work,

research at the British Museum.

How wonderful, the school
must think a great deal of you

to give you this kind of leave,
do you enjoy teaching boys?

Oh, I do think
little boys are so sweet

with their ears sticking out

from under their haircuts.

Professor, don't you find it

very difficult for a teacher
not to form attachments?

Not to have favorites?

Why do you say that?

I don't have any favorites.

I have no favorites!

And I've no wish to form
any attachment, you hear?

Miss... Miss Fleming?

I want to apologize
for my behavior.

I'm overtired,
I've been working too hard.

I hope you'll forgive me.

Miss Fleming?

Thank you.

Thank you for the tea.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Do you want some milk?

I say, do you want some milk?

The professor is out.

Professor, you say?

You don't take long
to get acquainted, do you?

Plenty of little téte-a-tétes.

All I've got to talk to
are my birds,

and much good does that do me.

Is the water hot, Mrs. Brent?

No, Mr. Bhagwan's
just had his bath.

Give you a couple of hours
and you're at it.

First Prescott, now this one.

One of these days I'll seal
that bleeding connecting door up

if it's the last thing I do!

Why don't you get a locksmith?

Dr. Norman, please.

Oh, he's teaching?

What time will he be free?

Three o'clock,
thank you very much.

Miss Fleming, I've been
looking for you all over.

You told me I could always
find you sitting under a tree.

Huh, I always have
my lunches here.

If the weather permits.

I want to apologize
for last night.

Oh, forget it...
Please have a sandwich.

- No, thanks.
- Oh, please do.

I'll only give them to the birds
if you don't, really.

There are too many for me.

Ah, thank you.

It's only cheese and tomato.

It's excellent.

Are you going
back to the museum?

Or are you taking
the afternoon off?

Well, I have to visit an old
friend and colleague of mine.

We started teaching together
30 years ago,

at the same school, tintern.

And, well, I stayed on
and he left in '56.

To take over the ownership
of a private school

- in Knightsbridge.
- Knightsbridge,

well that's just
a few minutes across the park.

Yes, I thought I'd walk over
and get there about 3:00.

It's so nice for you
to have friends here.

Dr. Norman was a great scholar.

He wrote to me about a year ago,
begging me to join him.

And, well, I may do that.

Well, after I finish my work
at the museum, of course.

Oh, lovely.

Perhaps we shall have
lots of lunches here.

Have another sandwich.

No, thank you.

I really must go.

You've been very kind,
thank you.

But... but it's only...

Two o'clock.

Let's see, let's see...

- Why, James, what a surprise.
- Henry.

Oh, why on earth didn't
you tell me you were coming?

I thought it might surprise you,

and it's a nice place
you've got here.

Oh yes, it's flourishing.

So are you,
by the look of things,

you look well, very well.

Our work keeps us young,
doesn't it?

And busy.

I believe I've got
a staff meeting in five minutes.

Well, I can wait.

- James, I...
- Henry, you remember

that letter you wrote me?

Well, that was a year ago.

I'm afraid the post
is filled, James.

Well, I hardly thought
that you'd be able to keep

it open for me, though in fact,
you said you would, but...

I was thinking
of something temporary,

that you might know of somewhere
and be able to give the benefit

of your good advice.

Why, if there's anything
I can do to help,

of course I will, but...

Circumstances
aren't exactly simple.

Well, you know how small
the scholastic world is.

Narrow, even, and tintern
is very much in the limelight.

What a great school,
a great school.

You always were
a bit of a radical, and...

Then something
like this happens...

Something like what?

Well, something... I don't know

how to, how to call it.

How would you like to call it?

I simply don't know.

Oh, you must have some idea...
Social disgrace,

betrayal of trust,
moral turpitude, hm?

Well, it's something
like that, isn't it?

So you believe it.

You hadn't even
asked me what happened,

and you of all people
would believe it.

It never even entered my mind.

- But mud sticks.
- Yes.

On innocent and guilty alike.

Parents don't care
how it got there,

you know that.

As long as it is there, they
just grab their brats and run.

I've got quite
an investment here, James.

I genuinely am sorry.

You're sorry?

Henry, I'm not asking for pity.

I've invested 30 years
of my life in that school.

I turned down
three headmasterships,

you remember that, three.

When I first went to tintern

it was nothing,
third-rate, nothing.

And something of me
over those years began

to rub off on the place...
Dedication,

personality, you can
call it what you like.

Such things are not measured
in material terms.

Oh, damn all you materialists!

Damn all you idealists!

What are you, a Saint?

Sounding off like Jesus Christ.

Look, James,
you asked for my advice,

you can take it or leave it
as you please.

Drop all this nonsense.

What are you trying to prove?

That you're the young people's
guide to utopia?

Or better still, go for a job
in the Commonwealth.

With your qualifications,
you could...

You can make a new life,
new friends...

I'm not running away.

I'm going to fight this,
step by step.

I'm going to fight it,
do you hear?

Fine.

And you, a man of peace?

I am, I am!

Until this moment
that I could kill you.

Come on, Princess, jump in,
I'll take you to the theater.

Oh, no, no, thank you.

What you doing in this car?

Well, I wanted you to see it.

Come on, jump in.

- No, no thank you.
- Oh, all right.

Don't forget our date
for my birthday tomorrow night.

No, I won't.

♪ there was a time
not long ago ♪

♪ when I said yes
though I meant no ♪

♪ only to please you ♪

♪ and Pierre was pleased ♪

♪ remember the time
I would believe ♪

♪ anything you wanted me to ♪

♪ only to please you ♪

♪ and Pierre was pleased ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

♪ why were you playing
the game of love ♪

♪ to please Pierre ♪

♪ leading me on
in the name of love ♪

♪ you make the rules
and you'll get by ♪

♪ with some other girl
willing to try ♪

♪ only to please you ♪

♪ then Pierre is pleased ♪

♪ oh maybe you found
somebody new ♪

♪ somebody who's
agreeing with you ♪

♪ only to please you ♪

♪ and Pierre is pleased ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

♪ why were you playing
the game of love ♪

♪ to please Pierre ♪

♪ leading me on
in the name of love ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

♪ please please Pierre ♪

thank you, Miss Fouchet.

That's for us,
if it's okay with you.

Not a bad one
to have 10 percent of.

How right you are.

Ha, okay?

You were lousy.

I'm kidding, marvelous.

There...

- I didn't know we had a date.
- Well, we didn't,

but I thought
I could take it on.

- You've tried already.
- Well, no, I wouldn't say that.

I wouldn't say really tried.

Okay, okay, let's go.

- Does it work?
- Yeah.

Goodbye everybody,
you were marvelous,

I hope we do it again.

- Get us the car?
- Okay.

- Back to the hotel.
- What, just like that?

No museums,
no art galleries, no nothing?

- Not now, later.
- All right then, later.

- About 11:00 tonight.
- Okay, 11.

But something tells me
I should be going to bed.

- Oh yeah, later.
- Later?

Well, a bit later...
I'd like to talk just a little.

About my song, just imagine
a session like that.

You, your orchestra,

unbelievable what
you could do for me.

Yes, but the question is,

what could you do for me?

Wait. That too is unbelievable.

- Hey!
- Yup, okay.

Fine, bye-bye now.

Oh, you're just
a couple of days late.

- You haven't clobbered it?
- Don't be crazy.

Okay, so I'm crazy,
now, are you buying?

Gah, now that, is the thing.

First I'll have
to write to the old man,

see if he'll play,
and then wait for his check.

So you write to me,
spelling out the deal,

then that way I have something

- to show him.
- So, how long?

Uh, whatever
it takes in the mail.

You'll wait.

I might, but the client won't.

If I get another taker,
it'll have to go.

- It's your ball.
- Okay, so let me carry it.

Johnny, can you
lend me a tenner?

Are you bloody marvelous, eh?

In one breath we're talking
a few hundred quid's worth,

and in the next you're trying
to touch me for a tenner.

You'll get it back,
but it's important.

- French bit?
- Yes, and she's

gonna record my song.

- Oh, you hope.
- I know.

Mick, you're out of your depth.

But you're a trier
and I'm a gambler,

tell you what.

If... if you can con

this French canary

into recording your song,

you can keep that down,
besides, I'll make up

- on the deal now.
- Oh yeah, yeah,

knowing you,
that and plenty more.

Listen, can you
do this in singles?

- What?!
- Well, it looks

like nothing this way.

♪ when she got to hear ♪

♪ about the times ♪

♪ I went to you ♪

♪ how it must have hurt ♪

♪ I'll never know ♪

♪ you can ask... ♪

say it again.

- I liked it.
- Right.

Okay, well, then how about it?

How 'bout what?

Recording my song.

Sing it to me, your little song.

What, here?

No, I can't,
I'm not a performer.

I can't, no.

- No.
- Of course you can.

Sing me to sleep.

Show me your talent.

Now.

- Order coffee.
- Okay.

♪ when she got to hear ♪

♪ about the times ♪

♪ I went to you ♪

♪ how it must have hurt ♪

♪ I'll never know ♪

♪ you can ask
her so-called friends ♪

♪ her so well-meaning friend ♪

Mickey?

♪ she's gone ♪

♪ what happened to her ♪

♪ what happened to her ♪

♪ will she live again ♪

♪ really live again ♪

♪ or will she become ♪

♪ something she never ♪

♪ should be ♪

♪ what happens to her ♪

♪ because of me ♪

♪ silly little fool ♪

♪ she's only
starting out in life ♪

♪ learning can be cruel ♪

♪ she'll realize ♪

♪ it's a great
big world outside ♪

♪ and in that world outside ♪

♪ on herown ♪

♪ what happens to her ♪

♪ what happens to her ♪

♪ will she... ♪

your coffee, sir.

J have a heart again ♪

♪ and will she become ♪

♪ something she never would be ♪

coffee, Mickey.

♪ what happened to her ♪

whoa!

♪ because of me ♪

Mickey, your coffee.

- Like all white.
- Oh, okay.

I like... I like it

any way, any way at all.

Oh, you better be careful

not to catch cold.

You like the coffee

black?

I... who needs it?

The contracts, the contracts,
what did you do with them?

I filed them
on that pile of junk.

Why don't you tidy up?

- Why don't you go and...
- Oh, you screaming...

Oh, what can we do for you?

I'm looking
for a new appointment.

A headmastership.

I teach literature, mainly.

I'm a doctor of letters.

Oh, a chair, sir.

Now then, you're all right
to sit down here, then.

Make yourself comfortable.

Oh, my dear sir, the world

is so short
of qualified teachers.

Now, what kind of a school
are you looking for?

Well, somewhere
in the country, preferably.

Scotland or Wales.

Ready for a semi-retirement?

Yes, but of course,
the emphasis nowadays

is on young teachers.

As you know, it's hard life.

Where did you teach before, sir?

- Tintern.
- Ah, tintern.

And your name, Sir?

Wallraven.

Wallraven?

Yes, well I'll take
your address... if anything does

turn up, we'll be
in touch with you, but...

Good afternoon.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Three pounds,
seventeen shillings,

and six pence.

You been raiding
the gas meter again?

- Next.
- Excuse me,

if I should want
to draw out 200 pounds,

what would I have to do?

Well, you'll have
to fill in this form here.

Should only take a week or so.

Oh, thank you.

Next.

- Name?
- Wallraven.

R-a-v-e-n.

Initial?

What kind of position
do you want?

I don't know.

Qualifications.

Qualifications!

None.

References?

Do you have references?

No.

Will you wait? I'll get
someone to talk to you.

You didn't have to tell me,
but thank you anyway.

I had read about it,
but I'd forgotten.

And I think you should
do the same.

Artists are notoriously
tolerant, thank god,

so here at least, you should
have nothing to worry about.

Oh, Miss Hallum...
Excuse me just a moment.

I wonder if I can secure
your services twice weekly,

Tuesday and Thursday, 2:00-4:30.

For the photographers,
thank you.

Oh, Professor, this way, please.

Wanda!

Oh.

I want Miss Fleming.

She's gone out, dearie.

Oh, damn.

What are you doing in there?

Playing the cello.

Why, it's Miss Fleming.

- Professor, hello.
- Good afternoon.

Have you had a nice day?

It's been a very
interesting day.

- Oh, allow me, sorry.
- Oh.

Thank you.

You know, I lived in
a boarding house once

that burned down because
someone smoked in bed.

Do you smoke in bed?

A pipe, occasionally.

Well, then there's
not any chance that

Mrs. Brent's house
will burn down.

What's the matter, Jean,
is the competition

too tough for you?

French cow.

She's just using him.

Or he, her?

Hee-haw.

♪ cigarette that bears
a lipstick's traces ♪

♪ and airline tickets
to romantic places ♪

♪ and still my heart has wings ♪

♪ these foolish things ♪

♪ remind me of you ♪

♪ a tinkling piano
in the next apartment ♪

♪ those stumbling words
that told you what my h... ♪

Oh, oh, Professor, I hope...

Well, you see,
you left your window open

and it blew my door, I mean...
I mean, our door, open,

and when I came in
to close the window

these were on the floor.

Thank you.

Um, sorry to have disturbed you.

Window, I mean.

Well, that's quite all right.

Well, it's almost midnight.

Another day gone forever.

In fact, another year.

Today was my birthday.

Oh! Congratulations.

Professor, would you have
a glass of champagne with me?

Well, that's very kind of you.

- Would you?
- Oh! Thank you.

Well, happy birthday.

Thank you.

'Scuse me.

Can I talk to you, Mickey?

Um...

Not a word from you all night.

I know, I know, and I'm sorry.

I've got something to tell you.

I know, but I can't talk now,
she is business.

I can't talk now,
it might spoil everything.

Now, listen, where are
you gonna be tomorrow?

- Hm?
- Tomorrow,

where are you gonna be tomorrow?

College of art, modeling job.

Okay, I'll call for you there.

- I'll bet.
- Now, come on...

And keep quiet.

All right, all right.

Take me home, Johnny.

Sure.

I've, uh, written you.

- You know what about.
- Oh, yes, yes.

- I'll call you.
- Come on.

Goodnight.

I'm sorry, baby, I can't
sing you to sleep tonight.

- I've gotta visit my auntie.
- Your auntie?

Yes, she can't get to sleep
till she knows I'm home safe.

She's the mothering type.

Thank you, Dick,
let's do it again.

- Sure, anytime, goodnight.
- Ciao, baby.

I used to play for Mr. Prescott.

You play beautifully,
Miss Fleming.

Oh, not really.

I've been told
I have a nice touch

but I shall never
be a shining star.

Well, why not?

Though once, long ago,
I dreamed of being

the greatest woman
cellist in the world.

I've played ever since
I was a little girl.

My mother used to get me
to do exercises every day

so I wouldn't walk permanently

as if I had a cello
between my legs.

- Have you a garden in Devon?
- Yes.

Yes, I'm a keen gardener.

Oh, so am I, I adore flowers.

Come and see my garden.

"Daffodils that come
before the swallow dares,

and take the winds
of march with beauty."

Shakespeare.

Maybe one day,
when you're back in Devon,

you'll invite me
to see your garden.

I'll bring my cello and we'll
all have tea under the trees.

Devon's quite
a long way off, you know.

Will you have another
piece of cake?

Oh, no, thank you.

Are you married?

No, no, I'm not married.

I was almost married once.

He and I had a tiny flat
on the top floor

of a victorian house
overlooking a square.

We were so happy.

Except for the strain
of his waiting for a divorce.

He gave me this cello
over 20 years ago.

It has a lovely tone,
don't you think?

What happened?

Well, the war came
and he had to go.

He got his divorce.

We went through the routine
of a formal engagement.

One evening, he invited me
for a special dinner

at the café de Paris.

He put the ring on my finger.

I remember the band was playing
"these foolish things."

Someone was singing,

"oh, how the ghost
of you clings."

And then it happened.

Just one lousy bum.

That's it, my birthday is over.

Oh, it's such an ordeal
growing older.

Still, I'm lucky... I'm healthy,

and I have a nice
new neighbor to talk to.

Think of all the people
in all the cities

who have no one to talk to.

Quite.

Tell me about those pictures.

- Oh, they're...
- Oh, I'm not prying.

You have a perfect right to tell
me to mind my own business.

But I couldn't help
noticing one of them.

How did you get mixed up with
our wild and woolly youth?

It doesn't suit you,
you're so different.

The only difference is in age.

I feel as they do.

They have a perfect right
to say what they think

about the way the world is.

After all, it's their world
as much as ours.

Perhaps even more so.

Yes, youth, Sir, a dangerous
and adventurous time.

Remember, youth's
the time to go flashing

from one end of the world
to the other.

Wasn't that also Shakespeare?

Robert Louis Stevenson.

Oh, well, what was the rest?

Well, roughly, to travel,
to hear the bells of midnight,

to run a mile to see a fire...

To see the sunrise
in town and country?

Yes, and never was tomorrow's
sunrise less certain

than it is today,
and the young know this!

But they're not going
to be a doomed generation.

They protest,
and I march with them.

They must be heard.

Miss Fleming, you sit here
and entertain me

and you talk to me as if
I were someone special.

But you are!

A teacher is someone special.

Well, you are a teacher,
aren't you?

Oh, yes, yeah.

Anyone who's willing to pass on
what's taken great effort

and many years to learn
is special.

You know, you're
a very remarkable woman.

- Oh, Mickey, hello!
- Hello.

Professor,
this is Mickey Hollister,

my protege I told you about.

Mickey, this is
Professor Wallraven.

He teaches the classics.

At the moment,
he's doing special work

at the British museum.

Isn't that marvelous?
What's marvelous?

Well, I must be going.

Oh, Professor, please don't go!

No, I really must be going,
I have to get up early.

The British museum, you know?

And goodnight, Miss Fleming,
and thank you.

- Goodnight, Professor!
- Goodnight.

It's so nice to have such
an educated person next door.

Well-bred, intelligent, and
he has a garden in Devonshire.

He seems so lost,
I think he needs a friend.

And you can't wait
to be friendly,

pamper him, do things for him.

Prescott, I didn't mind.

He was smaller than you
and altogether different.

But this man, I know his kind.

He's after your generosity!

Mickey.

We had a date for my birthday!

And when you didn't come,
I asked the Professor

to have a glass
of champagne with me.

Friends, neighbors,
come and have a glass of wine!

Oh, no, champagne no less.

Did you have Mr. Bhagwan
down too?

It's open house, it's always
open house at madame Wanda's.

She will entertain you and
help you solve your problems.

And if she's
in a really good mood,

she'll cross your palm
with silver!

Have you lent him money?

Oh, Mickey, please!

Oh, Princess, Mickey is jealous!

He wouldn't know what
to do without his Princess.

He doesn't mean to be cruel.

Princess, I wanted to be here.

I wanted to bring you
the largest bunch of roses.

And a bottle of champagne!

And a beautiful,
beautiful present!

But I had no money, not a penny.

So I walked, just walked.

Because I couldn't bring
my Princess anything

for her birthday.

I was outside
when the clock struck 12:00.

Finally, I couldn't
stand it any longer.

I just had to come up anyway,
and there you were,

enjoying yourself,
not giving me a thought.

But you need me, Wanda.

You don't need anybody else.

Not that Professor, no one else!

Mrs. Brent has two little birds.

Perhaps I should have
two little birds.

Or a pekingese, most older women

seem to have
a pekingese to spoil.

But I'm the only one
you want to spoil.

I'm the only one
you want to buy presents for.

Yes, your Princess will buy
a nice present for her prince.

What, a little sports car?

So Mickey and Wanda could drive
to the country every Sunday

and be silly,
pick daisies and Heather!

We'd be the happiest
people in England.

I'm your friend.

My friend.

Oh, Mickey!

You outta be
ashamed of yourself!

- Why?
- Why?

You know it's my wash day!

I came up at 10:00
to change your sheets

and you were fast asleep!

I can't do a thing in this house
with everyone sleeping so late!

Well, you'll have to keep
your sheets another week.

Well, that won't be anything
new, will it?

Hello?

Hello, could one of you help me?

Yes, ma'am.

Tell me, is that the car
that Mickey Hollister wants?

- Oh, Mickey, yes indeed!
- I want to buy it.

You're going to surprise him,
eh?

- Yes.
- Very good.

Yes this is it,
in wonderful condition.

Three month guarantee.

The previous owner looked after
this car as if it was a baby.

You his mom?

No, no I'm not his mom,
I'm his aunt.

Oh, well, mother, aunt,
girlfriend, what's it matter?

It's the kind of car that'll
turn any girl's head, eh?

Would you like to come
into the office?

Yes, yes, thank you.

Wanda?

Princess?

Hey, Mickey... Mickey what
are you doing here, anyway?

Yes I know, I know
I'm strictly out of bounds,

- but then so are you!
- What do you mean?

Well, you're positively
indecent like that!

Except to me, of course.

Oh, I could do with a cuppa.

Thought you were on
the Dubonnet kick now.

Oh, that's good,
that's very good.

We'll all drink to
let's be jealous of Mickey day.

Your tea, Miss Hallum.

Two lumps please, doctor.

Better than the British Museum,
eh, Professor?

Who's that?

Oh, just a fellow,
I'll tell you sometime.

Come on now,
let's get out of here.

Have a good day at the museum,
Professor?

I'm just up to see Miss Fleming.

She's going to be
so disappointed.

Princess, oh, Princess,
I'm sorry I'm so late.

But you don't know
how I've been rushing.

I had to go to ealing
to see my mother.

Gout, and she drags me
all that way!

I wanted to come early,
you know, I wanted to.

Wanda? What?

- You'll never guess.
- Guess what?

The Professor!

Professor of the classics, eh?

Such reading and culture.

He's nothing but a cleaner,
a janitor, a tea boy.

He's the guy who washes floors!

He works at the art school

where a friend of mine
modeled this afternoon.

- You are sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Oh, there must be an
explanation, there just must be!

Princess, forget that nasty man!

He's just a liar!

Did you miss me?

Well, did you, Princess?

Tell me you missed me!

- Of course.
- I missed you too.

I thought of you all the way
to Ealing, and back.

I would have phoned you, well,

there's old itchy nose
downstairs.

Oh, Wanda, Wanda sweet.

Oh you're wonderful!

You been to that post office?

You don't really care for me,
I only amuse you.

- Oh, no, Mickey!
- Swear.

Swear on your life
that you care.

I swear!

Oh, I care about you so much,
so very much!

The terrible thing with me,

I want something,
I become obsessed.

It's like that with everything,
goodnight.

Mickey! Mickey don't go!

Oh, please don't go!

Oh, please stay with me,
I need you.

- Why are you so cold to me?
- Cold?

I'm not cold, just a little
disappointed maybe.

But not to worry, not to worry.

Oh, Princess, if you have
any brilliant ideas

about how I could get
my little white horse,

please just shout
and I'll come running.

You're an old fool!

Waiting for a pretty prince
to throw you a crumb!

You're fun, Wanda.

You're really very fun!

You're a pathetic old bag!

Oh!

- What's that music?
- Don't know.

It sounds like someone
practicing the cello.

- I should really go.
- Why?

My mother.

It's a bit late to worry
about your mother.

She thinks I'm staying
with a girlfriend.

I told her
I'd be back for lunch.

Make it dinner.

Bastards!

- Mr. Hollister?
- Hey? What's that?

- Oh, it's you.
- Who were you expecting?

Now come on, stir your stumps.

I can't wait all
the bleeding day for you.

What's going on?

Get her out,
get her out of here!

What do you think I'm running,
a whorehouse?

Yes, and not a very
high-class one either.

Well, let me tell you something,
you can start packing for one!

Oh, shut up, you old bag,
you shouldn't have been

poking around
in the first place.

No privacy.

Why do you live
in such a crummy joint?

I'll tell you why, dearie,
he suits it.

- Get out of here!
- Ow!

You're mad, and you haven't
heard the last of this!

Mr. Bhagwan! Mr. Bhagwan!

Glad that wasn't a knife.

It might have
cut her down to size.

Oh, god... sorry, baby,
I've gotta move.

Not so fast, I've got
something to tell you.

You've had me for the last time.

- Not now, Jeanie, later huh?
- It's too late already.

She's right what she says,
anything suits you.

Well, you try this for size:
I'm pregnant.

You are?

As they say,
it's your baby, honey.

Next time, don't forget
to take the pill.

- Sherman.
- Davis.

- Phillips.
- Goss.

Geller.

Not working today, Professor?

Come and see me later.

No, don't!

- You want to start a riot?
- Push off, Dad!

This is man's work.

- If it's action they want...
- This is anarchy!

Anarchy, yeah that's right,
mate, now go home!

'Scuse me, please.

- Champagne, love?
- Oh, thank you.

Cheers.

- I'm nervous.
- Oh, come on, now.

Excuse us, please.

Claudia, you've done this
1,000 times before.

I know, but it's so big.

Just pretend it's the Olympia.

They have their cues all right?

Of course.

Now come on, a great big smile
for the press.

Well, look who's here.

Not now, Mickey.

But she's leaving
after the show.

She told me.

Well, what the hell
do you expect me to do?

Well, I expect you
to help convince her.

At least get her answer.

- Okay, I'll see what I can do.
- Oh, thank you.

Yes, I leave to America
this winter.

Not before I have
quite a few appearances to do.

Claudia, look who's here.

Mickey, darling.

Yes, I'm leaving tonight.

See what it's like?

Sweetheart,
you're on in two minutes.

Okay, okay,
see you after the show?

- Sure.
- Ciao, baby.

Ciao.

Richard, you know I have to...

Now just you take it easy,
get some sleep.

I'll drop by tomorrow.

Thank you.

You're his neighbor,
Miss Fleming?

- That's right.
- Try to keep him in bed.

There's always the possibility
of delayed shock.

He's not young
for this sort of thing.

I'll keep my eye on him,
thank you, doctor.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

You should be more
comfortable by now.

- I owe you an explanation.
- You don't owe me anything.

I owe you an explanation.

Read it.

I'm blind as a bat.

Try these of mine.

Oh, that does the job,
thank you.

If I ever lose mine,
I'll know where to come.

Sure sign of anno domini,

at least that's...

What the medical textbooks say.

You see that boy's picture?

- That's him.
- Yes, Geller.

Of course, they kept
his name out of it.

Such a nice-looking boy.

Now, Professor, the doctor said
you should have some rest.

Oh, don't go,
I haven't finished.

Yes, geller, he was
a bright child, my best pupil.

- So you did have a favorite?
- You suspected that.

Well, when I heard
about your job...

Yes, I knew he'd
tell you about that.

I was so ashamed,
I wanted to end it all.

I nearly did.

The doctor said you were
hurt in a street brawl.

Oh, that was later.

Yes, geller, he was
the one boy among all others

of whom I knew
I would be proud to say

I had a hand in his making.

He had more than talent,
he had that divine spark

that I knew I could
fan into genius.

You see, we got through
to each other.

Oh, don't you have
to go to the theater?

On, it's too late now.

Anyway, I'm playing with
the Philharmonic next week.

It's only rehearsal,
I won't be missed.

You're too modest.

And you know you are beautiful.

I'm an old bag!

Now come on, finish your story.

You must get some sleep.

Well, it all began
with the arrival

of a new physics master,
Stockdale.

He seemed pleasant enough.

But there was
something about him,

I couldn't quite
put my finger on it.

One day I was passing
outside his study window

and I heard Geller's voice
and I saw him in there

sitting side by side
with Stockdale at the desk.

And Stockdale looked up
and saw me.

Well, the next day,
he invited me to dinner.

And when his young wife
was in the kitchen,

he said in an odd sort of voice,

"he's a charming child, that
young John Geller, isn't he?"

I didn't answer.

And then he said,
"don't you agree?"

As if we were in some
sort of conspiracy together.

I was stunned, furious.

I warned him,
but he just laughed

and said I was to come off it.

I even threatened him.

It was a foolish thing to do.

He too became angry
and I left the house.

It was a really foolish
thing to do.

You see, Geller was not only
charming and brilliant,

but he was sensitive.

He was much the youngest
of the boys in his form

and he was ragged and bullied

because of his gifts
and his hard work.

One day, I found him
in my study looking for a book

that I'd said I would lend him.

His voice sounded strange
and I noticed

that he kept looking
at the bookshelves

and not in my direction,
so I realized he was crying.

So I put my arm 'round
his shoulders to steady him

and he burst into sobs.

At that moment, the headmaster
walked in through the open door.

- I was asked to resign.
- Oh, no!

When I refused, the head said
that in that case,

he'd have to take the matter
to the Board of Governors.

He added that the Chairman
of the Board

had told him of
some rumor about me

that he'd heard
from one of the masters.

He preferred to name no names,

but of course I knew, Stockdale.

I was asked to stay on
until the end of term

when my retirement
would be announced.

But some violating fool
of a governor

gave out to the local press

that I had been
relieved of my duties.

I could sue.

But, of course, I won't.

I love the place.

I suppose, Stockdale
felt remorse or guilt,

because he wrote me a letter

begging me to come at once
and to help him.

That it was
the last weekend of term

and I had promised
to lead a march at Plymouth.

I thought he could wait.

I was on my way back
to the school

to pick up some of my things

when... it happened.

He killed himself.

How awful!

His suicide note named me,
and that was enough.

I was dismissed.

Lord, dismiss us
with thy blessing.

Well...

You know, Professor,

life is like
a series of mountains

all to be climbed.

But the seventh and last,

the cattle and
the birds of heaven

feed off the green grass,
and the more they eat,

the greener and better it grows.

Some people are like that.

They feed off each
other and blossom.

Perhaps...

You can leave it
for him in here.

Please, if Mr. Hollister
asks for me, give him that?

- Certainly, Ma'am.
- Thank you.

Okay?

Here she comes.

Hold on.

- Bravo.
- Thank you.

That takes care of him.

You look beautiful too.

- Miss Fouchet?
- Yes... are you Mr. Hollister?

Yes.

- This is for you.
- Thank you.

Mickey, if you want to keep
your reputation as a lover,

don't try setting it to music.

If you come to Paris sometime,

I'll introduce you
to my young sister.

Claudia.

The stage door's around here
somewhere, I think.

In fact, in fact,
I'm sure of it.

Ah!

Oh, you look as if you've
just lost a tenner!

Very funny.

Never mind,
you can't win them all.

No, you can't win them all.

Come on, love,
I'll take you home.

Save yourself,
I'm going with Johnny.

Oh no, no you save yourself.

- Yeah, you can depend on it.
- Oh, yeah.

Don't worry.

- You ready, Johnny?
- Good seeing you, mate.

Yes, maybe, yeah.

Oh listen, about that car,

I'm bound to have news soon.

I'm sure of that, sure.

Oh! Why aren't you
at the theater?

None of your business.

Got the sack?

Now, what's that door
doing open?

What are you doing?

I'm babysitting.

Hmm, and something very peculiar
is going on in my house.

Don't think I don't know.

You keep that boy, you pay him,

think you're smashing,
don't you?

Men at your fingertips.

Well, Mickey Hollister had
a girl in his room last night.

Had her, right under your feet.

You get out, Sophia,
you frustrated old cow!

Wanda?

Princess?

Princess, it's me,
it's Mickey, let me in.

Princess, I know you're in,
I can see the light.

Please open the door.

Wanda?

Princess?

Please, let...

Princess?

I've been bad, I know,
really bad.

Please... forgive me.

Can you forgive me?

Wanda, please.

I don't want a car.

I don't want anything.

I only, only
wanna be close to you.

You're my sweet!

Wanda?

Wanda, Wanda!

Princess, I have to talk to you!

If you must follow me,
take some of this stuff.

Who's all this for, then?

- We'll take a bus.
- No, a taxi.

Taxi!

Wanda, I know I was cruel
to you that night,

and I regret it deeply.

Can you forgive me?

There is nothing to forgive.

You're not angry anymore.

Tonight, I'll have a bottle
of champagne waiting for you!

I don't want to see you anymore.

Oh no, don't send me away!

Please don't send me away!

In a day or so,
you'll have your white horse

and you can go off
with your nice little girls

and pick daisies and heather.

What are you talking about?

I bought that car for you.

You do love me.

You were only teasing.

Wanda loves her Mickey.

Professor, are you there?

Just a minute.

- Oh, I...
- Are you feeling better now,

- Professor?
- Yes, thank you.

Oh, that's good.

Now, you let that
be a lesson to you.

We don't get mixed up in street
fighting at our age, do we?

Well, we all of us have to get
involved sometime, Mrs. Brent.

Yes, I see what you mean.

Homey, isn't it?

Of course I'd like
to do the whole place over,

but it takes money and,

what with my repairs
and rents and everything,

well, I don't have a chance.

Yes, it's a cruel world,
Mrs. Brent.

I am interested in
the psychology of gesture.

Why do you scratch
your nose like that?

Oh, I'm so glad
you asked me that.

My doctor says that when
I get nervous or excited,

that the blood
rushes to the end.

That's physiology, but still.

Oh, there's a lovely play on,
Professor, tonight.

And I'd love to give you
a cup of tea,

and there's such a good fire.

Oh, well thank you but I have to
meet someone in a few minutes.

But thank you very much indeed.

Oh, yes I suppose
she'll be back.

Well, I suppose music
does have its charm.

It certainly does.

Why don't you take up the piano?

No, thank you, Professor.

I'll stick to television.

- Goodnight, Professor.
- Goodnight, Mrs. Brent.

And don't forget
to turn your light out.

If I had the money
my guests wasted

in leaving lights on
all 'round the house,

I wouldn't have
to take in lodgers.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight!

Nonsense,
she's just a nosey parker.

Hello.

Thank you.

Right, that's one for her.

And two for the other bastard!

Thank you for
what you did to the room.

It's lovely,
but you shouldn't have.

Why not?

You're used to beauty.

It was getting you down.

You're very sensitive
to other people.

And you believed me.

Of course I did.

I'm a creature of faith.

Faith is the only hope
in this terrifying world.

We all must have faith,
Professor.

I am deeply grateful,
Miss Fleming.

Call me Wanda.

Then you must call me James.

All right.

What's more, Professor...

James, you must
never stop fighting.

You must never give in.

Soon this nightmare
will all be over for you.

You'll be back
in your lovely Devon,

sitting in your garden
under the trees.

Could I come to the theater
and hear you play?

Oh, no!

Why, would it disturb you?

I don't know.

Well, I can call for you
after the performance

and perhaps we can
have some supper.

Very well, then.

Tomorrow night,
the Windsor Theatre.

If you come at 7:00,
you'll catch the performance.

Thank you very much.

Depend on me, I'll be there.

George, will you keep
my cello for tonight?

I'm going out for dinner.

You are, Miss Fleming?
Good, enjoy yourself.

- Thank you, George, goodnight.
- Goodnight, Miss Fleming.