A Demon in My View (1991) - full transcript

Hello, sweetheart.

It's freezing out here.
Come with me, eh?

Fancy a bit of fun,
do you, darling?

Aah!

He could smell
I've been with you.

You know how
morbidly jealous
Roger gets.

You won't
change your mind
and come with me?

I hoped I might
persuade you to,
Helen,

to the very last.

We agreed
to give it two months.

Letters from me



and a phone call
from you on Tuesdays,

but not before 8:00.

Then Roger's
at his gun club.

You know I'll come.

Just give me more time.

All I know is that
I'm going to be
really lonely,

all alone
in cold London.

Don't exaggerate.

You'll get used to it.

Ohh.

[Waltz from
the nutcracker plays]

Tchaikovsky.

I'll be bloody glad
to see the back
of that bloke Dean

when he moves out
next month.



Blasted gramophone.

Be a relief to everyone,
I'm sure.

With the exception
of kotowsky.

He'll be losing
his boozing pal
when Dean goes.

He can take his empty
wine bottles with him.

We might find
room in the bins
for something else.

Stick the kettle on.

I'm dying
for a drink myself.

[Music stops]

Ahh.

A little bird told me
you've already let
the empty room.

A little Chinese bird,
was it?

I was a bit put out

that you told miss chan
before informing me.

I am your oldest tenant,
after all,

and I can rightly say

that I've never caused you
the slightest trouble.

You know me--

always believe
in speaking frankly

if there's anything
on my mind, and...

I was a little hurt.

I didn't know
how you'd take it.

The fellow moving
into number 2,

he's got the same
name as you.

You have to laugh.

What a coincidence.

You mean his name's
Arthur Johnson?

No, no. It's not
as bad as that,

but he's called
Anthony Johnson.

You'll have to be
careful, you know,

getting your post
mixed up.

Don't want him reading
your love letters, do you?

I've nothing
to hide.

My life's
an open book.

Bloody fine basin, this.

Cost me 50 quid
to get it fitted.

Your lot did it.

It was a reject.

There was a flaw
in the soap dish.

For 40 quid a week,
what do you expect?

It's no concern of mine.

I know it's what you paid
for your whole flat,

but thank your lucky stars

you got hold of it
before I knew the ropes.

I hope he's given you
a good bank reference.

No worries there, mate.

He paid two months
in advance.

Cash beats
a bank reference any day.

My namesake won't
be home much anyway,

will he?

He moves in
at the weekend.

What's so interesting
out there?

Nothing.

I was just thinking
our new tenant

doesn't have
a particularly
good view.

[Door swings shut]

[Children shouting]

After all I've done
for you, Arthur.

100 pounds
she asked for you

from her own sister,

and then she was off
like greased lightning.

[Key turns in lock]

I've told you three times
to put the empties out!

I don't want to be
using up all my breath

asking where they are!

You can save breath,
vesta,

by telling me
where you'll be!

Out!

I told you--out!

[Glass breaks]

Be gone, then!

Go on out!

[Woman laughs]

Good morning.

Good morning, Barry.

A little late,
aren't we?

Do you know
what the time is?

About half 9:00,
I reckon.

You reckon.

Old Granger's coming
across the yard.

Take that filthy muck
out of your mouth.

Every day the same--

piles of the stuff,

as if the world didn't
have a paper shortage.

I tidy up the circulars.

No one seems
to care about them,

but it's not my place
to throw them away.

Anthony Johnson.

I moved in
at the weekend.

You're the fellow
who's taken
the little back room.

Everyone keeps himself
to himself here,

and you won't want
to use the phone
after 11:00,

will you?

Where is the phone?

On the first-floor
landing.

My flat's
on the top floor.

I've a whole flat
to myself,

not just a room.

Ah, you must be
the other Johnson.

I've lived here
for 20 years.

You are
the other one.

Mr. Johnson,
I presume.

The other Johnson.

You should put that
on your nameplate.

My name's Brian,

Brian kotowsky.

And--and--and this is
Jonathan Dean.

He's...

He's the best pal
a fellow could have.

Lived here long?

Forever and a day,
but I'm soon
to depart.

And leaving me alone
with boadicea.

Without your influence,
she'll do me in.

The little woman
will tear me up
into little pieces.

As in all
the best marriages,

it's no
bed of roses.

It's a battlefield.

Look at Tolstoy.
Look at Lawrence.

Appearances, Arthur.

[Helen]
I'm obviously not
very good at telling lies.

I know Roger senses
there is something
between US.

He was always jealous
without reason

without
showing it too much,

but now he phones me
in the office

two or three times
a day sometimes.

And last week

he opened two letters
addressed to me.

One was from my mother,

the other
from a mail-order firm.

You don't know
my mad passion
for buying anything

when all one has to do
is tick a box.

I hope the coast's clear.

He's not listening
on another extension,
is he?

Otherwise I can see him
coming here tomorrow
and shooting me.

Of course
I'm teasing you, darling.

I got your letter,

but I wasn't expecting
a detailed description
of Roger's woes.

Well, term
starts in a week.

I've enrolled
for a few lectures,

but I'll be doing most
of my dissertation work
from home so--

do I go out
in the evening?

Where should I go
and, darling, with whom?

Hello.

Hello.

Are you going out
for the evening

or just
to post a letter?

To post a letter.

Allow me to take it.

I've got
to post one myself.

I hope you've given
your full address

to avoid any
embarrassing mistakes.

Don't let's
make problems
where none exist.

It's my duty to bring
to your attention

the need to make it
quite clear

your letters
be addressed
to room 2.

Having said that,

you can't blame me
for any mix-ups.

It sounds like
too much hassle.

Shall I take yours, too?

Dear Mr. Johnson,

in reply to your letter
of the 22nd, inst--

inquiring about
part-time employment

in the youth-welfare
service

of the London borough
of kenbourne...

"Dear Mr. Johnson,

my most sincere--"

"Dear Mr. Johnson,

"please accept
my heartfelt apologies

for having opened
your letter in error."

Considering the gravity
of this intrusion

into your private affairs,

I think it only proper

to give you
a full explanation
of the circumstances.

I myself was expecting
a letter from the council

in reply
to one of my own

requesting action
to be taken

concerning
the disgraceful situation

resulting from
the refuse collectors' strike.

I write this letter
in the hope

you will be kind enough
to overlook

that which was, in fact,
a genuine mistake.

I am, yours sincerely,
Arthur Johnson.

I tell you, sorry.

You give theater ticket
to other nice girl.

I stay at home
and wash hair...

Alone.

Don't be silly.

[Laughs]

I don't love you
'cause I wash hair?

I tell you
I love you.

I love many,
many people.

[Door closes]

But only one.

I have to work.

A penny for the guy,
mister.

Do you even know
who guy Fawkes was

and why they burn
his effigy?

Tell me.

A 17th-century traitor.

He blowed up
parliament.

You know.

Everyone knows!
Everyone knows!

Where's the bonfire
going to be,

Radclyffe park?

The park people
won't let US.

We could have it
in our back yard.

But will the coppers
break it up?

What about over there?

Yeah. Got lots
of room.

Ohh.

Mr. Johnson?

Aah!

[Whispering]

There's some timber
and junk in our cellar
we could burn.

I spoke
with the landlord.

That's good.

My brother's
got a wheelbarrow.

What about a hat
for the guy?

We can have rockets
and Roman candles!

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!

Use one of my husband's
old suits.

Then he'll have
to buy new one.

Mind
your hard left.

Hey.

You want a hand?

Nah.

Look at this.
It's filthy.

Tscha ochisma.

Why do you want
to waste your money

on a hole like that?

Caspian would let you
keep your room.

I'm sure.

He's already let it
to some spade.

O tempora. O mores.

Oh, the times.
Oh, the manners.

It's big enough
for his record player,
isn't it?

The previous tenant
left it.

We had a case like this
round here.

That would be something
for your research, eh?

The kenbourne killer.

23 years ago, he strangled
his first victim here--

a girl
called Maureen cowan.

In the cemetery?

No. In front
of the garages.

She was on the game.

That was her patch.

I was only a nipper
at the time,

but I remember it
well enough.

Nipper? Christ,
you're kidding.

You were 14
if you were a day.

They never caught
the bastard.

And two years later,
he struck again, eh?

The kenbourne killer.

This time it was, uh,
a student nurse called...

Bridget.

Bridget something.
I can't remember the name.

Irish girl.

He never took a penny.

Think a girl like that
would be a psychopath?

I study psychopaths.
I'm not the police.

[Helen]
I ask myself
if it wouldn't be better

for US to forget
each other.

It would still
be possible, Tony.

Even I, whom you regard
as excessively romantic,

even I know
that people don't go on

loving each other
hopelessly forever.

The story of
troilus and cressida
may be beautiful,

but it isn't real.

Rubbish.

Stupid, illogical...

Rubbish.

No! That's mine!

No, mine!

Cowardy.

[Boys]
* cowardy,
cowardy custard *

* Johnson is a bastard

where is your dad?

Dead.

* auntie's baby,
auntie's baby *

where's your dad,
Arthur Johnson?

I got your letter.

No, Helen,
I'm not angry.

I'm tired,
sick and tired.

You're not a little girl
anymore.

Shoot.

Helen, we set ourselves
a deadline, remember?

Psst!

No, no. I can't.
Some other time.

No, no, Helen. Nothing.

I'm a bore.

I was talking
to someone else.

I should know it by now.

Vesta's told me
often enough.

Hello? Yeah.

No. No. Definitely not.

Do you think I want
to sit in a hotel room

all week over Christmas

to see you
for a day at most?

If you manage to escape
your keeper, that is.

And the same
at easter, maybe.

No, Helen, no.

I won't play lap dog.

[Dial tone]

Hello?

Yeah. That was
the last of my change.

Don't cry, please.
Don't cry. Don't cry.

I do love you, Helen.

You know I do.

No, I don't know.

Just make up your mind.

The next letter is going
to be bloody important.

Helen...

It's our last chance.

You don't need
to be afraid of Roger.

I'll be here with you.

He'll divorce you,
all right,

when he sees
that resistance is futile.

You can't keep me
waiting forever.

There are other women
in the world, you know.

I hear how important
your husband is to you,

and now you're afraid

he'll find an unaccounted
call on his phone bill?

It's like a bloody
French farce.

Listen, I ask myself
whether if it's not--

[dial tone]

Too late, anyway.

Go, go...

Go.

Busy?

Well, not a bad idea.

But perhaps we'll try it
the other way this time.

O.k.?

O.k. See you soon.

Well, something's
going on, isn't it?

Now I get it.

You're so fond
of this quaint little place

with all its
precious antiques

and that fabulous view
to an old world cellar door.

You simply can't
tear yourself away, man,

not for a single evening.

And that lamp shade,

it looks just like
a Portuguese man-of-war.

I knew
it was a jellyfish,

but I didn't know
what kind.

Now, the fact is,
I'm expecting a phone call.

That's why
I couldn't get away.

I'll tell you
the whole story some day...

But at the moment, i'd...

Rather hear all about you.

[Knock on door]

Awfully sorry
to disturb you.

I'm Winston mervin.
Just moved in upstairs.

Wonder whether you could
do me a little favor and...

Lend me a little salt.

Well, I'll be.

So that
was your surprise.

I can't believe it.
Coincidences?

Well, not entirely.

You see, the salt
was just an excuse.

I saw you
outside the front door.

Yeah, but you
living in this area

in this house.

We know each other
from Kingston--

Jamaica,
not on thames.

Haven't
seen each other
for 12 years.

Do you want
to set the place alight?

[Bang]

What pissed you off
this morning?

How dare you use
such language to me?

When I was your age...

Don't stand there.

Put the kettle on
and make tea.

Arthur...

The tea's brewing.

You seen
that pile of timber

they want to burn
for a bonfire?

Over on the waste
ground?

And who are they?

Haven't
got a clue.

I suppose
it's local kids.

No,
I haven't seen it.

I prefer it in the cup,
if you don't mind.

I've never seen
such a bleeding
heap of timber,

not for a bonfire
anyway.

Be the biggest burn-up
in the whole area.

The fireworks industry
will do a roaring trade.

Yeah. And the
fire brigade and all.

It's no good
looking out the window.

You won't see nothing
from here.

It's farther over
in brasenose street.

You know,
by the demolition site.

Other side of the fence.

Let's hope there
won't be a catastrophe.

Waah!

Can you
really trust him

to look after
the baby alone?

[Auntie Gracie]
It'll do Arthur
a world of good

to be
put into a position
of trust like that.

[Baby gurgling]

Won't it, Arthur?

Waah! Waah!

I'm proud of you,
Arthur.

No! Don't go!
My protectress!

My guardian angel.

Here. Take this.
But don't let them off.

Let's light
the pile first,
all right?

Be careful, all right?

Remember, remember
the 5th of November.

Gunpowder, treason,
and plot.

I see no reason
why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

Remember, remember
the 5th of November.

Gunpowder, treason,
and plot.

I got it.

I see no reason
why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

Remember, remember
the 5th of November.

Gunpowder, treason,
and plot.

I see no reason
why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

Remember, remember
the 5th of November.

Gunpowder, treason,
and plot.

I see no reason
why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

Yay!
Yay!
Yay!

Yay!
Yay!
Yay!

Yay!
Yay!
Yay!

Hooray!
Yay!
Yay!

No.

No.

No.

[Anthony]
The next letter
will be our last chance.

[Auntie Gracie]
Other's people's
correspondence

is sacrosanct,
Arthur.

Opening other
people's letters

is the action
of a thief.

Look at the stars,
my star.

Would I were
the heavens

that I might
look at you
with many eyes.

You're not short
of surprises, Winston.

I suppose
you'll tell me next

you're a professor
of ancient Greek.

I considered it once,

but there's more money
in accountancy

than in Aristotle.

I'm a financial advisor.

You're a mystery to me.

Tony, I've chosen you--

absolutely and finally.

I shall leave Roger.

Tony, forgive me.

I have played
fast and loose with you

like a right gypsy.

We could be together
by Saturday.

Say we will be,
and I will come,

even if I have to run
from Roger.

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

They're all for you,
I'm afraid.

Thanks.

Trinity road,
please.

Trinity road?
Where's that, guv'nor?

I've just come
from there.

I'm on my way
to bed now.

You can't
refuse a fare.

I shall note
your number.

I shall report you
to the authorities.

Screw you
and your authorities.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Mr. Johnson?

Yes.

Detective
inspector glass.

I'd like a few
words with you.

May I come in?

We're investigating
a murder, Mr. Johnson.

Could you tell me
where and how

you spent
yesterday evening?

What do you mean,
where and how?

Oh, quite simply,
Mr. Johnson,

I'd just like to know
where you were.

I was here--
here in my flat.

I came home
at half past 6:00
and stayed here.

Were you alone?

Yes.

According
to my information,

you spent the evening
with Winston mervin,

Brian kotowsky,

and a person
by the name of Potter.

And a person
by the name of--

oh, I see.

You're mistaking me
for Anthony Johnson,
the other one.

He lives in room 2
on the ground floor.

I'm sorry
about that.

I said I was here
all evening.

An understandable
confusion.

Then you won't be
able to tell US
the whereabouts

of Brian kotowsky.

I hardly know him.

I keep myself
to myself.

But tell me,
the murder you mentioned...

Are you connecting
Mr. Kotowsky with it
in any way?

Oh, inevitably,
Mr. Johnson.

The murdered woman
was his wife.

When did they let you
off the hook?

Off the hook? Who?

The police.
We didn't see you
down at the station.

Vesta was murdered
last night, Tony.

Strangled.

And Brian's
disappeared.

If Brian kotowsky
did kill her,

he can't have been
at Dean's place
at 11:15.

He left you
at 10 to 11:00

to catch her
at closing time

without knowing
which way she'd come

or whether
she'd come at all.

Isn't it unlikely
that a husband
should hang around

in a pitch-black mews
on a cold night

simply to fight
with his own wife?

And not just that--
to murder her as well.

We don't really know
what conclusions
they've reached.

The police always think
the motive's jealousy

and that wives
are murdered
by their husbands.

You say
you come 8:30.

You oversleep?

Why not buy alarm clock?

You wouldn't oversleep
if I sleep with you.

Maybe yes.

Maybe no.

Of course I love you.

You come quickly,
before li-li get the sack.

Do you fancy
a ride?

Yeah.

Jump in.

"What have I done?
No word from you."

"So whatever happens now,

"I have to see you.
I have to come.

I love you. Helen."

No.

"Forgive me.

"I'm sorry not to have
written before,

as I promised."

"I knew
you would be angry

"if I said I couldn't
make up my mind.

"Well, I have
made up my mind now.

"I've decided
to stay with Roger.

"I'm his wife.

My place
is by his side."

What do you think
of it?

Very nice, indeed,

if you happen to have
the odd 100 thousand
to spare.

But it's no place
for a bachelor, is it?

You will have
to get married, Winston.

Settle down, have kids,

and with a little
bit of luck,

you'll be able to plant
another 10 like those.

Do I detect a note of,
uh, disapproval?

Not at all.

I think I'll buy it.

Just a bit of color.

Just a second.

Look at this.

"Vesta's husband
found drowned.

"The body of a man
washed up

"on the banks
of the river Don
in aberdeen, Scotland,

"was today identified
as that

of Mr. Brian kotowsky,
40, an antique dealer."

I wish I hadn't
looked at the paper
until tomorrow.

Look, um, I have
an appointment.

I--i must be off.

I must tell
the estate agents

that I've found
the house
I'm looking for,

otherwise they'll
keep sending me
their stuff.

Perhaps this will
buck you up a bit.

I hope so.

"I know I owe you
a decision.

"Well, I have made up
my mind now.

"I must tell you
frankly.

"I've decided
to stay with Roger.

"I am his wife.
My place is by his side.

"I never really loved you.
It was just infatuation.

My place is by his side."

My god, it's something
out of woman's own.

"Don't phone me.

"Don't attempt
to contact me ever again.

"Roger will be very angry
if you do.

This is the end
irrevocably."

Contact.

Infatuation.

Trivial journalese,
that's all it is.

"I'm his wife, and my place
is by his side."

What century are you
living in, Helen, hmm?

I always knew
Roger was a dictator,

but letting him dictate
a letter like this...

Yes. He's been identified
as Brian kotowsky,

the husband
of vesta kotowsky,

who was strangled
on guy Fawkes' night

in kenbourne vale.

Mr. Kotowsky,
who has relatives
in aberdeen,

has been missing
since the day after
his wife's death.

David Willis,
first city news,
kenbourne.

You give that god damn guy
the boot, Helen.

Tell him straight
who you belong to.

Write that
he shouldn't attempt
contact with you,

or I'll tear
his face off.

Make it clear
that it's all over.

Do you understand?

You can phone
from here, Tony,

but I'd be grateful
if you'd stay with Leroy

when you've made
your call.

Sure.

Very appropriate weather.

For the time of year.

Hallo?
Ja, guten tag.

Ich mochte gerne
Helen schweizer sprechen.

Um, abteilung schiffahrt.

Es ist ein
privates gesprach.

Johnson.

Anton Johnson.

Danke.

Was?

Aber sie muss da sein.

Vierzehn tage urlaub?

November? Das ist doch
unmoglich.

Horen sie mal,
ich glaube ihnen kein wort!

Sie hat
ihnen aufgetragen,

mir das zu sagen,
nicht wahr?

[Dial tone]

Arthur, I am happy.

Things are looking up
at last.

Two bits of good news.

The coppers say
I can relet
kotowsky's flat,

which I will
next week.

Oh, they're, uh,
cremating him
on Monday.

Locally?

Yeah. At the cemetery.

I don't expect
there'll be
a big turnout.

My old woman says
I should put in
an appearance,

but there are limits.

It's no concern
of mine.

But then I, um,
I haven't finished yet.

Your, uh, rent's
going to go up, mate.

All perfectly legal
and aboveboard.

Oh, don't pull a face.

Another 5 quid a week's
not going to hurt you.

What did I do with
that packet of crisps?

No doubt you're
entitled to,

but I'll ask
my solicitor
to look at it.

Monday. Hell
of a day for a funeral.

You won't find it easy

letting those rooms
after a murder
and suicide.

People don't like
that sort of thing.

I hate funerals,

especially
when I'm happy,

and, Arthur,
today I am happy.

"For as much as it
hath pleased almighty god

"of his great mercy

"to take unto himself the soul
of our dear brother,

"here departed,

"we therefore
commit his body

"to be consumed
by fire.

"Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"In sure and certain hope,

"the resurrection
to eternal life

through our lord
Jesus Christ. Amen."

She was like
a mother to you,
wasn't she?

You'll be needing a
place of your own,
now, Arthur.

Bachelor's digs.

How does
the top floor
of 142 grab you?

Oh!

No!

Aah!

Dear Mrs. Liccini,

I know that Mrs. Schweizer
will be spending time

in November with you,

and I wonder
if you would be kind enough

to give her
the enclosed.

I have mislaid
her present address,

otherwise, I wouldn't
trouble you.

Yours sincerely,
a. Johnson.

I've got to post
a letter myself.

Could I repay
your kindness

of a few weeks ago
and take yours?

Thank you.

Hey, would you
believe it?

Mervin's given
a month's notice.

The whole
bloody first floor
will be empty.

The rats, one could say,
are deserting
the sinking ship.

But not you, mate.

Tenants
of unfurnished flats
don't go

till they're carried out
feet first.

You'll end
your days here,
won't you, Arthur?

Got the ring? O.K.

Kenbourne registry
office, please.

A-A-Allow me
to offer you
my congratulations,

Mr. Mervin,

and good luck.
Happiness
for the future.

Thank you very much.

Lovely day
for a wedding.

Bit chilly, perhaps.

There.

That means you'll be
the next to marry.

No. No. That only applies
to bridesmaids.

Best men, too.

It's an old
west Indian custom.

It was perfect.

Yes.

We'll remember that.

I hope so.

Why were you
so nervous?

Because
you were thinking
of your bride, yes?

Shouldn't we ask
old Johnson
to join US?

Watch the traffic, Leroy.

I know he's
a pain, but--

he wished me good luck
this morning.

Mr. Johnson, can you
spare a few minutes
to celebrate with US?

Oh, no.

At the castle.

Thank you.
It's good of you
to ask.

Please.

It's good of you
to ask.

Wonderful.

Ladies and gentlemen,
refreshments.

Claret is the liquor
for boys, port for men,

but he who aspires
to be a hero

must drink Brandy.

In the words
of Dr. Johnson--

no, not our Tony.

"To marry is to domesticate
the recording angel.

"Once you're married,
there's nothing left--

"not even suicide...

But to be good."

Yeah. You like me,
don't you, darling?

Maybe.

Huh?

Ooh.

You're not
so fastidious,
are you?

Perhaps--perhaps you'd care
to change places with me.

No. You sit down.

No, no, no.

There.

There. That's more
cozy, isn't it?

[Laughing]

[Cat meows]

[Meow]

Ohh!

[Baby cries]

What's
your problem, eh?

Hey?

What's your
fucking problem?

Aah!

You should be
locked up, mate.

Locked up forever.

[Barking]

Looks like nothing
up here.

[Grrr]

[Barking]

A man was attacked in this
car park in kenbourne vale,

near the Taj Mahal cinema.

From the circumstances
of the attack,

police believe
that his assailant

mistook him for a woman.

They're working
on the theory

that the attacker could
be the same man who,

for a quarter
of a century,

has been known as
the kenbourne killer.

A massive police hunt
is underway,

but it's so far
proved unsuccessful.

Police have issued
an identikit picture
of the attacker.

The wanted man
is described as being

about 6'2",
of slim build,

and has dark brown eyes,

probably aged
in his 50s.

Earlier, I spoke to the
victim of this assault.

Mr. Harrison,
what happened?

I reckon
this guy thought
I was a girl,

what with
the long hair

and being skinny
and stuff.

Would you recognize
the man again?

Yeah, sure.

I landed him one
right in the face.

I mean, I reckon
anyone could
identify him now,

not just me.

Well, leading
this investigation

is detective
inspector glass.

What makes you think
it is the same man--

the kenbourne killer?

There are strong
identifying features

linking
all three cases--

no robbery, no rape.

No, I've no doubt.

I must stress, this man
is very dangerous.

He should not
be approached under
any circumstances.

You can be assured...

We won't rest
till we've got him

and put him
out of harm's way.

It's only
a matter of time...

But if anyone
has any suspicion

as regards
to his identity

or can help with our
inquiries in any way,

then they should
ring US day or night.

Just remember...

The next victim
could be your wife,

your mother,

or your daughter.

[Car engine]

The number to ring
for kenbourne police is...

That's 071-226-0199.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring ring]

[Ring ring]

[Ring ring]

[Ring ring]

That you, Arthur?

Yes.

It's all right.

It's only
Mr. Caspian for me.

O.k.

Arthur, a bloke's
coming around

tomorrow at 5:00
to look at room 3.

I can't. I can't
let anyone in.

I've got a terrible
virus infection.

I've got
to stay in bed.

Doctor's orders.

Charming. After all
I've done for you.

Much obliged, I'm sure.

All right,

I'll make it earlier
and let him in myself.

I'm sorry.
I'm really not well.

[Dial tone]

Tony?

Tony!

You won't
leave me again?

You're not
going to tell me
Roger's waiting,

that you've only
got a few minutes?

I wouldn't know
where to go.

I've burned my boats.

I can't make up my mind

whether to sit opposite you
or next to you.

One way
I can look at you,

the other way
I can touch you.

Look at me.

I want
to look at you.

Everything's going to
be all right now, Tony.

It will always
be all right.

Why didn't you
answer my letters?

Because you
told me not to.

You warned me
1,000 times not to.

Not in my last
three letters.

Since the end of October,

I've only had
one letter from you,

and that said you never
wanted to see me again.

I never wrote
any such thing.

[Doorbell rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Oh, no.

Why did you come now?

Because of the letter
you wrote me.

That stupid thing?

Was it stupid?

I didn't read it.

I only heard
the first line,

where you said
you love me.

Is your name Johnson?

Yes.

A. Johnson?

Yes.

Oh, my god.

And I thought
it would be
a young man.

You want
the other Johnson.

Take a seat and
wait if you like.

It's no business
of mine.

The other Johnson?
Don't give me that.

I told the office
there'd been
a disaster at home.

I took my coat...

And walked out.

Aren't you pleased?

Helen, I was half-dead
with heartbreak

and you ask me
if I'm pleased?

I wish I'd been able
to read your letter,

line for line.

After the first line,
you didn't miss much.

Where is she?

Oh, god!

Open the door!

My wife's in there!
I know it!

No! No!

Open it or I'll
shoot the lock off!

I'll give you 10 seconds!

To Trinity road,
please.

Go away!

Go...

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Oh, my god.

Roger.

You two,
come on.

Move on.

There's nothing
to be seen here.

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